My BF and I went to the gay pride celebrations in New York City last
weekend. Toward the end of the pier dance, a lot of people were turning the event
into a “grope-a-nanza,” which was made easy by the jam-packed conditions. I was
standing behind my BF and he was pressed tight against the butt of some boy. As
the fireworks were going off, the guy that my BF was pushed up against reached
around and started massaging my BF’s crotch. Focused on the fireworks, I didn’t
notice right away. When I did, I asked, “What’s going on here?” My BF ignored
me.After the pier dance we went to a club. On the way we stopped at the
apartment of a guy my BF knows. My BF stayed at this guy’s place several weekends
ago during a spur-of-the-moment trip. My BF didn’t mention that he was staying
with a...