Monday, July 28, 2014

Flagging Yellow at Full Mast

Thursday, July 3rd, 2014

I met the sexy boy Scott and his very handsome boyfriend and Master while I was on vacation with a buddy in Las Vegas. We planned to meet in my hotel's lobby bar. They were very cool guys to pal around with, after a lot of talking, drinks, laughing, and fun in the casino, we agreed to meet the next day and have more fun together.

The next afternoon I started over to their hotel and was instructed by Scott's Master to down a large bottle of water along the way. I bought a cheap 1 liter bottle of water and chugged it along the way while riding the tram over.  I met them in the lobby and had cocktails (even with the huge load of water sloshing in my gut) before heading up to their room.  We made Scott take a shot much to his loathing of it, and made him our piggy, tying him up in the bathtub, hooding him, and making sure he was safe before heading back downstairs with his boyfriend.

We had more cocktails and then headed over to the corner store for some cheap souvenir cups to fill for the gallon jugs of water he had prepared for tonight.  We headed back upstairs and boy Scott's Master pissed on him first as a little preview of what was to come.  We filled our cups within earshot of the piggy to make sure he knew our party had officially started.  We went back downstairs and it wasn't long before I had to pee.  Scott's Master had inspected my piss earlier while we were in the room to make sure it was clear.  He was very serious about the clarity of my urine, as this affects taste and smell, he then informed me that I was their first trusted playmate, as they always played together and I'd be the first one to piss on his boyfriend while he wasn't present.

"I don't know why, you just have this trustworthy aura about you." he said, which I was quite grateful to receive. I went upstairs alone and used Scott as just a toilet, a piece of porcelain, as instructed.  I put my dick to his lips and he drank my load, mouthful after mouthful until I was dry.  He loved it, and so did I.  As I was washing my hands, I heard him sputter "Sir...Sir?"  I turned, "What is it pig?" I replied, just in case he did need something important.  "I want you to choke me, Sir." he asked. I refused, that wasn't in the promise I made, he begged, and I refused again, dried my hands, and left.  I wasn't about to jeopardize the trust I was only given fifteen minutes earlier.

I went downstairs and told his Master what had transpired, he smiled and said he appreciated my honesty and that his pig had been asking to be choked recently.  He then took his turn to go feed Scott his piss, once he came back he reported that the piggy was full and couldn't drink any more.  He then closed our tab, and we returned to the room together. We spent the evening gulping water and pissing on the pig or in his mouth when he could take more.  Having a piss pig drink from my dick was really hot, and I'm definitely flagging my yellow hanky on the left with confidence.

The more his Master and I talked about piss play, the more I wanted to try it myself.  I was really horny at this point, and my curiosity was growing stronger.  I wanted to take his stream next.  I talked to him more, about the safety of it all, if it really was sterile like everyone said, what would it taste like, and so on, as our discussions went on, so did my desire to drink from the tap.  I wanted to go all the way, I wanted his entire load.

My heart pounded in my chest, I was so ready, but he kept teasing me, saying he wasn't ready yet which only made me want it more.  I started craving it!  When it finally came time, I found myself naked on my knees on a folded towel in the bathroom, in front of the bathtub where the piss pig still sat tied up and wallowing in our urine. Scott's Master turned off the bathroom lights, leaving only a dimly lit mirror.  I opened my mouth and took his dick inside and soon his flow started.  It was like warm water, he filled my mouth, I gulped. He filled my mouth again, and I gulped.  He filled it again, and again I gulped it down.  Each time I gulped down his piss, I fell further into submission, becoming more of his piss pig.  It was so new, I wanted it all, it was so intimate and erotic.  I wanted to be a good piggy, I didn't waste a single droplet, and I drank him dry.

He then allowed me to stand and jerk off over his slave, and as horny as I was I couldn't get release! I was dying to shoot my load over his piss piggy but my dick just refused to listen to my desires.  Scott's Master then said I was forbidden to cum that night, and while I was on my way home to text him that I was full of his piss.  He then walked me downstairs after farewells to his piggy, and walked me to the front door of the hotel.  We talked about him flying me out to their place sometime for more fun in the future.  As we reached the doors, and hugged goodbye, he leaned into my ear and whispered, "Goodbye, pissdrinker."

Haha, oink!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

IML 2014

Friday May 23rd 2014

Cockpit and I arrived at the host hotel, upon approaching the doors Cockpit turned to me and said "I hear a repetitive beat, it must be a gay event!"

Upon entering, I caught up with a few friends as Cockpit checked us into our room and went on ahead.  Once I arrived at our room door he opened it to greet me and said "Ya ready for this?" one of my favorite phrases to hear him utter, as it usually leads to good things, like whenever he gasps and his face lights up with an idea.  Outside, our door was a nondescript portal stuck in a slanted wall in the hotel hallway.  The door opened to reveal a huge room with an incredible view of the city of Chicago.  The room was big enough to consider hosting a small puppy party.

Exhausted and hungry, Cockpit treated us to room service and some great episodes of "Archer".  Once fed and re-energized I geared up with Cockpit and walked him down to Gear Blast where we met up with Keith, Brue, and other K-9 Unit members as well as Don and Niko.  We went out for pictures, and found an awesome Malamute fursuiter who was 6'4" and whose suit had abs, and to top it all off he cuddled like a dream!  His hugs were so wonderful on my bare skin!  We hung out downstairs for a while, then met up with Sir Ian, his boy and Paco, my slave from Recon, whom I had been chatting online with for years!  He was so deliciously handsome! I loved him on the spot!

Cockpit was very tired by this point so I took him back to the room with Paco in tow.  Once I tucked in my pup, my slave boy and I went back downstairs and made out like crazy.  Amongst the large crowds of leather and gear, the pounding music, it was just him and myself, kissing deeply, the whole world faded away and I was alone with my slave.  I forced him up against the walls, he was my fucking plaything!  Groping, biting, every gasp and moan turned me on!  I took him back upstairs to the room, he kissed my boots as he took them off, we stripped, he was even sexier under his leather!  I took my new slave under the sheets, and wrapped my arms around him.  He was mine.  I slept with a horny smile on my lips that night, and a hot man in my arms, my beloved puppy only inches away, sleeping soundly.  This was going to be a wonderful weekend.

Saturday May 24th, 2014

I woke up with my slave Paco in my arms, which led to making out, groping, then a wonderful shower together, enjoying his wet soapy body.  Then having him wash me, more kissing, before letting him rejoin his friends.  Cockpit finally woke up and we started our busy day together.  We went shopping, I had WoW Bao, we then ran errands feeding the troops over at the Mr. S booth (my dog is a saint), before I became extremely hungry and narrowly avoided a nasty meltdown (seriously, though, I saw someone I strongly disliked on the vendor's floor and he was lucky he didn't make eye contact with me). Cockpit then met up with an old friend of his at the room and I left them alone to have fun while I explored the marketplace.

Unfortunately this is where things get complicated, I can't really be comfortable by myself when I'm at any huge event like IML, Folsom, or something related.  I watch all the hot, dreamy muscle daddies walk by with their slaves in straitjackets, collars, leashes, and restraints and start getting "nesty" and my heart grows hungry. Making little kinky romances in my head, yearning for a daddy of my own and all.  It gets really sappy.  I'm a really social guy, I need to be with friends and company when I'm out, I don't get the same thrill as when I'm alone.  Luckily a hot guy working at the Leather Masters booth snapped me out of it, he flirted with me, groped me, hugged me. I gave him my number, prayed he'd call me.

Went back to the room and passed out, awoke a short time later to Cockpit nudging me awake, telling me he had tried to call me and even knocked on the room door, but I hadn't heard him I was so deeply out.  Time passed in the blink of an eye (it's actually really creepy when that happens), I was soon invited down to a facebook friend's room, which was a short-lived visit as he just vented about drama which had no explanation or backstory.  Returning to my room, I took a much needed shower to relax a bit before heading out again to take Cockpit to the Puppy Social party.

The room was just packed! Two floors, surprisingly, and tons of pups squished into the small but roomy space, a few drag queens, a fursuiter or two.  I left Cockpit to romp and socialize for puppy time, and at his encouragement, I went downstairs excited to see what the BLUF party was all about.  If you know me, you know I am totally smitten by a man in full BLUF gear.  The leather jacket, shirt, tie, pants, tall boots, Muir cap, belt, and gloves it's such a heartthrob.  I fantasized of a huge room with plenty of leathermen laughing and drinking with music and socializing, but when I arrived I was met with an entirely different scene.

As I stepped inside the room, I felt the energy stiffen.  Eyes fell on me, belonging to men in the leather I loved so much, but they didn't seem very interested.  I felt an odd chill, I didn't seem very welcome, wanted, or invited here.  They stood in small clusters, talked in low voices, in a room only two small rooms wide.  I was recognized and waved over by Aaron from San Diego, and included in a small cluster along with another older man.  I spoke to the older stranger for a few minutes, but once I looked up, the cluster I was just invited into had dissolved and reformed elsewhere without me even realizing it.  I looked around the room again, I was easily the youngest man there.  Frustrated, I left, knowing where I would feel welcome, I returned at once to the puppy social room.

The hotel room doors opened and smiling faces greeted me, warm and exciting energy was in the air, drinking and smiles, loud conversation and laughter, as well as horny vibes permeated the now overcrowded two-floor room.  A drag queen had drawn on the mirror with her lipstick, and I found Cockpit sitting next to a cutie in a wheelchair.  I was introduced to Forest, a sweetheart of a man and adorable as well.  We left soon after with Brue, Keith, Frank and Forest.  Once back at our room I fell on the bed, the darkness of sleep consumed me just as they left the room once more.

Sunday May 25th 2014

This morning a boy I had my eye on for a long time texted me and said he wanted to see what I meant when I had told him I wanted to rip him apart.  I ordered him to my room that instant where I threw him on the bed, and made out, heating things up quite significantly, we started to chat a bit, I asked him what he had gotten up to last night.  He told me he had gone to Steamworks, a chill went up my spine as I remembered my experience last year, he then confessed he was pounded by two random guys, bareback. I shot him a very concerned look, to which he replied with "It's okay, I'm positive anyway."

After a moment of silence, it was obvious to us both that we were leaving the room shortly for that drink he had promised earlier during conversation.  He was kind to buy me a "Dirty Shirley" for breakfast, and we made little conversation before Cockpit appeared and the boy excused himself.

The rest of the day was dedicated to the setup and teardown of Woof Camp.  I helped Cockpit organize the crowd for puppy portraits, which everyone just falls in love with every year.  Woof Camp was a resounding success of romping, barking, howling pups and tons of bystanders, viewers, and curiosity seekers, including the hotel staff as well as security who try and make it look like that they're "just making the rounds" but you know damn well they're checking it out and having a good time which is very amusing to see.

About 2/3ds of the way through the camp, Brue introduced the Zombie postwomen who shambled in and about the pups, throwing fake citations, zombie teddy bears and squeaky zombie hands and feet into the crowd, which the  pups gleefully tore apart.  One pup crawled under a zombie's legs and took her for a short-lived ride before she fell off.  Shortly after the zombies were introduced, and then pulled from the mass of dogs, Cruella De Ville made her fabulous introduction, surrounded by handlers, who were then instructed to leave, exposing her to the merciless barrage of the pups!  She had to literally be pulled away from the pack of fury before her costume was shredded to bits like last year's postman Keith.

As Woof Camp died down, I learned that two of the zombie postwomen were best friends who actually come to Woof Camp every year, and that the fake citations were actually their own idea, and they had them printed that morning on the drive over! These girls were simply amazing and had such fun, bubbly energy!

Once Woof Camp was clear and over with, I headed downstairs and bought myself a drink, releasing some tension from the day, and enjoying the music.  Not too long afterward, I crossed paths with a Chicago local, Johnathan, whom I had a crush on before he found a boyfriend, and my lust waned as he was "out of bounds". During conversation, he confessed he was single again, and at that moment I pulled him in for a deep make out as my crush was reinstated.  Never let such an opportunity pass you by. He wandered off and I ran into a group of guys I had met at the portraits who kindly accepted me into their group, they took me into a few rooms, and I was offered to make my own cocktail.

Having no real idea of what I was doing I looked at the bottles and tried to figure out the best combination of booze and mixers.  On a hunch and a vague idea of flavor balance, I mixed Vanilla Vodka, Butterscotch Liquor, and 7-Up, it tasted lovely, smelled wonderful, received positive reviews, and so I named my new concoction the "Sweetheart Fox".

Back down in the lobby I followed the boys around again and met an incredibly handsome ebony gentleman named Benjamin, a muscled sexy man who offered me a beer-lemonade.  The drink wasn't too bad, but his company was wonderful.  We talked and I flirted with him until 3:00am when we finally parted ways, and I went back to the room and passed out once my head hit the pillow.

Monday, May 26th, 2014

Sadly, Cockpit had to leave a day early and we would meet at the airport tomorrow, I saw him off and was left to my own devices the rest of the day.  Unfortunately the day's events that transpired were not positive in any sense, left me frustrated, furious, and empty-hearted, and don't need to be recorded here.

Once night fell I texted a friend from last year's IML, puppy Rolph, and asked what he was up to.  He invited me to his room and introduced me to his gorgeous roommates who were headed out to that evening's festivities which sadly required pre-purchased tickets that neither I nor Rolph could afford.  Once they left, and a shot of vodka later, Rolph and I told of our experiences that weekend, and shared our frustrations. Then he placed me in his leather straitjacket, the tight comforts of which I relaxed into immediately.  I lay upon the bed, helpless to his desires, he edged me gently, telling me wonderful stories of how he owned a piggy slave for six years, and the wonderfully horrible things he would do to him.

His roommate came back, and on Rolph's order, kissed me deeply, this was bliss!  After a long while, he released me and let me jerk myself to climax.  The load I shot was monumental!  I was stunned a bit, but I felt such relief, several days worth of horny frustrations in several muscle spasms all over my chest.  After laying there in the afterglow, I cleaned up, and then he escorted me to my floor and we parted ways with a kiss.

Not ready to end the evening just yet, I headed out for a midnight snack at Dunkin' Donuts down the block, in leather jacket, jeans and Muir cap.  Along the way at a crosswalk, a smartass approached me and attempted to be funny with "Hey, are you the real police?" along with a nasally chuckle. Unamused, lightly pissed, and too tired to give a shit, I shot him a look that reeked of my annoyance, solidifying eye contact.  His chuckling smile soon faded, and he apologized, but I didn't break my gaze, I focused in, deepening my glare.

 I'm not letting you get off that easy jackass. I want this to haunt you when your brain keeps you up at night, forcing you to remember all the stupid shit you've ever said and done in your life.

I kept that awkward silence hanging in the air, making it more and more embarrassing for him until you could reach out and touch the humiliation in the space between us.  The light changed, and he scooted his sorry ass across the street as fast as he could without breaking into a run.  I took an unnecessary turn at the corner so I could burst out laughing!  I should do that more often!  The rest of the night was uneventful, a stale donut and small hot chocolate later, and I was in bed.

The next day I was relieved when I was reunited with my puppy Cockpit, he had booked us 1st class seats home, and I enjoyed a wonderful tipsy flight homeward, next to the most amazing puppy and best friend in the world. It's just not an experience without you, pup!

A very special thank you to everyone who made the IML experience possible. Your hard work is appreciated and loved by thousands!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Wearing My Dessert

April 25th, 2014

Tonight a fellow fan of messy fun, Doug, and I met up after getting to know each other a while back over drinks.  We talked about gunge and I turned him onto the idea of quicksand and mud.  He came over and brought up two large cans of pudding, a jug of molasses, a jar of marshmallow fluff, a can of condensed milk, and a large bag of cake mix.  All purchased at a bulk store.

We spent some sweet, tender, cuddle time and pillow talk, before stripping down and getting our mess ready.  We mixed a good batch of the cake mix together with warm water, opened the can of chocolate pudding, and grabbed the jar of marshmallow fluff. Once in the bathroom, Doug opened the jar of fluff and slid it on my hard manhood.  I was actually caught be surprise, but once he got it on, fuck did it feel incredible!  A gooey, sticky thickness, sucking in my cock and it all smelled wonderful!  After a few turns and more thrusting with the jar, he removed it and revealed a very white, and very sticky version of my dick.  Then he gave me the pleasure of sucking the marshmallow right off of it.  Damn this man has a mouth full of skill!

After he took his time cleaning my cock off, we opened up the shower and Doug took the bowl of cake batter, held it over my head, and after I closed my eyes, gently tipped the gloppy, chocolaty contents all over me.  I was blinded by the flowing blob of chocolate, and it made me shiver in delight as I bathed in the sweetness. It covered me like a thick, delectable slime.  Then what came next was the most beautiful.  Doug poured the entire can of pudding all over me.  It was like cool, creamy chocolate silk.  As the dessert cascaded down my body, I wondered if real mud, the creamy clay that my quicksand fantasy centered around felt this amazing!

Doug then started to jerk me off, working my manhood, his hands felt so good using the batter and pudding and the marshmallow fluff as lubricant, my stiff, throbbing manhood couldn't resist the climax and I came with a sensual moan!  It felt so good, everything tasted so incredible, and he wasn't done!

He smothered me in chocolate again, and again, scraping it off the shower floor into the bowl for another pour, and another pour!  Hugging close and covering each other in chocolaty sexiness.  Fuck it all felt so tender, so sensual and delicious!  Eventually we started to clean up once the chilly dessert made me shiver from the cold.  Getting dirty was a great time, and getting clean was just as enjoyable! Our warm shower together was filled with smiles and laughs.  Once I could see again, I was shocked at just how messy the stall was!  I let out a laugh once I saw my chocolate body print on the wall.  That stuff was everywhere, and the shower was quite long, and I enjoyed every moment.

Doug is a very gentle man, and he took great care of me that evening.  I enjoyed how he took charge of the situation, a veteran in wet-n-messy play showing a newbie the best parts, and I'm looking forward to the next time I can get good and sloppy with him!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Blue Biker, Red Flag

March 30th, 2014

I met the handsome Clyde at the coffee shop today, the moment this sturdy man sat down next to me in full blue riding armor I felt very comfortable with him.  It reminds me of all the times people have told me that I inspired trust in them but they couldn't explain it, I think I know what they feel now.

We talked a little bit and then walked down to my apartment so he could drop off his bag.  We ate at one of my favorite Thai places so we could get better acquainted, he has a Master back in Europe, and is in an open-collar relationship, and he is incredibly kinky.  Back at my place we kissed up a storm and got to talking about play possibilities.  Fisting came up in conversation, he enjoys being a top and I always wanted to give it a shot.  Before long the towel was thrown on the bed, I stripped, he donned a rubber glove and lubed it up.  It felt wonderful to have him finger me, even through the sting of the lubricant (for the best experience, I hear "Boy Butter" brand personal lubricant with numbing agent is ideal for fisting, see what works best for you), the more he had his hand inside me the more I really wanted to explode. 

He told me he was able to get a total of four fingers inside of my hole before I couldn't take any more, I was surprised by myself.  I am excited for the next time I get to flag red on the right, it feels incredible, and is something to definitely try at least once, even if you're scared of it.  Once I was cleaned up it was his turn. 

I stripped down this handsome biker and then wound around him with pallet wrap, sealing his body under layers of plastic, immobilizing him and making him more and more helpless.  I then gently helped him over to my bed and laid him down.  I took my time, cuddled him close, kissed him deeply, then by chance found out his was quite ticklish.  I also found out that regardless of my tight wrapping of his body, if I tickled him enough he could move very well!  I then cut a small portion of his plastic prison and released only his manhood, stroking him.  I wanted him to shoot his hot load, immobilized and unable to fight it. He loved every moment and proved it by climaxing so hard he shot the pillow next to his head! 

Calming down and enjoying the afterglow, I cut him out of his wrappings, and we shared an enjoyable rinse in the shower before he geared back up in his sexy riding armor and took his leave.

I'm looking forward to our next encounter!

Play Safe dear reader!

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Cowboy Night

March 29th, 2014

Tonight I had the pleasure of having Max over again.  We planned to spend the night at Pistons for their cowboy event "Rukus" in the appropriate gear.  The boy arrived and definitely looked the part of a saloon bartender, button up shirt, leather vest, denim jeans, and cowboy boots.  He grew out his mustache, and it only just added to his sexy overall look.  I grabbed him the moment he was in the gate, locked the door behind him, pulled him in and gave him a nice, deep, deliberate kiss, along with a firm grope to his balls.  This boy makes the best noises, which turns me on like nothing else and gets my dominant energy flowing faster and harder.  I'm getting excited just writing about him.

I lent him one of my cowboy hats, and went out with my leather jacket, denim jeans, black boots, and firm straw black cowboy hat.  We headed to dinner first, then hit the bar, I gave him the Pistons tour, pool tables, bootblack bike, stage, then pushed him up against the stage and made out with his sweet lips. Getting a few gasps and moans out of him beforehand, I then tied his hands behind his back, pulled him over to a bench, put him down between my boots as I researched possible drink options on my phone.  Once I made up my mind (as I can never remember what drinks I like), I dragged him to the bar still bound and ordered a Tequila-Sprite, made some nice small talk with another patron, then dragged him back to the patio and continued molesting his willing body between sips of my cocktail.

On our way out, on our way to the car I waited until we were next to a big length of blank wall, I swiped the hat off his head, shoved him up against the building, and made out with him as fiercely as I possibly could.  It was one of the things I always wanted to happen to me, so I knew just how hot it was going to be for this sexy boy.  Once back in the car and about 45 painful minutes hunting for parking back in Long Beach, I get him home and strip him to his jockstrap and tie him to my chair, blindfold, and gag him.  I then proceeded to nip, bite, lick, and molest him further.

Once that little fun was over, I released him, then rebound him to my bed, letting the dark fox play with him as much as possible.  I lubed him up and edged him as far as I could, he was so ready to blow, and then I milked it out of him, oh the moans he let out were so beautiful.  In the afterglow I gently wiped him down with a warm wet towel, released him from my restraints, and held his sexy naked body close to mine.  Such a sweet little boy, I can't wait to ravage him again!

Play Safe Dear Reader

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Some Sling Fun

February 26th, 2014

Today the Little Brown One picked me up and we had a very enjoyable meal together which he generously treated me to.  Then, once back at my place, I stripped him down to his assless jockstrap which frames him so very tastefully, and directed him about how to clean my room.

He went right to work, and did a fantastic job. My new room is now clean, calm, and organized.  I love what he did in my closet as now all my boots are very neatly arranged and ready for use.  Unfortunately we ran out of time before he could make it to the living room or kitchen, but it's like a good theme park, you can't do everything in a day, and it keeps you coming back.

From there we headed over to his house and fooled around, he had his sling set up but first he put me on the bed and massaged me.  Fuck I love it when boys rub my feet, it's one of the best feelings next to a full body massage.  Then, relaxed and oiled, I was led to the sling where he hooded me and pleased me, licking my hole, sucking my manhood, riding me in the sling, and edging me.

Once my arms started to tingle he let me out of the sling, and still hooded, I made love to him on the bed.  I entered him slowly, gently, and easy at first.  Rolling myself into him a little harder, firmer, and faster until I found myself slamming my cock hard into his hole! Deep! Thrusting passionately until I started howling as I came!

I love this chore boy!  I wish I could have him more often!

Play Safe Dear Reader

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

The Fursuit Attraction

February 9th, 2014

Tonight was very interesting. My buddy Mez came over with a friend of his who owned and wore a fursuit.  We were going to the Sunday furry karaoke party later that night at the Silver Fox and his friend brought his fursuit up with him.  His buddy went into my room and changed into the suit, and then called us in.

I was greeted to a welcoming sight of a large German Shepherd with open arms on my bed waiting for me.  I wasted no time in climbing on the bed and melting into his soft furry arms.  The feeling of them holding me was so comforting, I felt safe, like a giant security blanket or a teddy bear that could hug back.  I remembered times when I was a little kid, crying and feeling insecure, wishing that my stuffed animals could comfort me, well this was like all of those wishes coming true at once.

I felt my stress melt away as I hugged him close, the big furry paws rubbing my back, gentle and sweet.  The masculinity of the snarling face, coupled with his sweet and friendly personality, and flirtatious nature was a welcomed and cherished new turn on.  As I hugged this big furry German Shepherd I wanted him to dominate me sensually, I wanted him to tie me up and hold me.  I wanted to fall asleep in his warm arms.  I even wanted him to make love to me, gently, sweetly.  I am legitimately turned on by a fursuit, and even though I was unsure of how I felt about it before, I knew that right now the moments I spent in his cuddly embrace, I loved every second of it and have no shame of wanting more.

Play Safe Dear Reader