Friday December 7th, 2012
After my class at my kink workshop I was incredibly worked up, I came home and called my new fist pig. I couldn't wait to dominate him! I had to have him, right this second! He cleaned out and arrived soon after, and we set up a play spot on the bed. Once the towels were down and the lube was out, I loved on his beautiful body for a while before greasing up my hand and proceeding to finger fuck him.
He moaned and grunted in the best ways as I slid my fingers inside of his greased up hole, one, then two, counting the digits penetrating his piggy ass until I had my whole fist inside of him. I love that feeling of having my entire hand sucked inside of his rectum like some creature sucking on my fist! I enjoyed twisting about inside, rolling my knuckles around on his prostate, making him beg and moan, and oink for me like the greedy little fist pig he is. After I really put the pressure on his prostate he started to cum, dripping and howling in ecstasy. I fisted him faster, twisting swiftly, punching deep into his ass, making him howl, moan, and grunt like a real piggy!
I withdrew my hand and we washed up together, then returned to the bed where I prepped his ass once more and pulled on a condom. I slid my rock hard dick inside his sweet, tight ass; it felt as if the last hour of my punching his sloppy lubed piggy hole didn't even happen! I made gentle sweet love to his hole, easing myself in and out slowly, relishing his body and the feeling of my manhood in his deep, warm depths. I picked up the pace and pounded his ass, over and over! Moans, gasps, it all made me hornier and harder! I was slamming deep inside of him now, I felt that all-too familiar rise of energy and then blasted my load!
I held him, laying on top of his muscled body, cold with sweat, basking in our afterglow. I would have loved for him to stay the night, but according to his agreement with his boyfriend overnighters are forbidden. It is perfectly fine, and I am thankful that I do get to play with my fist piggy, and even more that his partner is so generous. It's a wonderful world when you get to say "Thank you for letting me play with your man."
Play Safe out there Dear Reader!
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Exchanging Power
Monday, December 3rd, 2012
My dear friend who once dominated me in a beautiful RCMP uniform came up for a visit. We headed out for lunch and could barely keep our hands off of each other, I couldn't look away from his handsome face, his beautiful sexy voice, memories from our last encounter that felt like decades ago.
We finally made it back to my apartment and kissed deeply, I whispered that I was his boytoy, that he could do what he wanted with me, I was ready at any time to submit to him. He whispered that he wanted my dick deep in his ass, he wanted me to fuck him.
I smiled and I could feel the energy change inside of me, like chocolate melting and pouring from one mould to the next, I swapped my submissive energy for more dominant power. I love being versatile. I pulled him into the bedroom by the fly of his pants and we made out passionately, he said he wanted me to fuck him in his leather. This date just kept getting better by the moment! I lent him my larger pair of leather pants and ordered him to change into them, while I changed into my chaps, harness, boots, and cover. He looked incredible in leather, especially when I ordered him to kneel and I collared him. I stood him up and told him to look at himself, as he looked at his reflection I told him that I take damn good care of my boys, and that all good boys get rewarded.
I fucking loved the sound of his accent as he called me "Sir". His first duty was to suck my dick and lick my balls, which he performed flawlessly. I couldn't get enough of him worshipping my dick. I finally tore him off my crotch long enough to force his face down on my boots and clean them with his tongue. Another job well done, he was rewarded with more cocksucking duty. Finally, I bent him over and lubed up his sweet ass. I fingered it a bit to prepare him for my raging cock.
Sliding on a condom, I slowly glided inside of his hot, wet boyhole. He moaned and thanked me, I asked him whose ass it was, "Yours, Sir!" I asked whose dick was inside this ass that belonged to me. "Yours, Sir!" I asked him who he belonged to. "You, Sir!" I fucked him faster, deeper, grabbing his arms and pulling hard to force myself even further into his hot, lubed up boy hole! I finally shot my load, and after a weekend of being by myself, pent up and frustrated and with the excitement of having my traveling uniform kinkster in my possession, it was a great load! I stayed inside of him, savoring his sweet, hot, sweaty body before eventually sliding out and cleaning myself up.
I returned to him, and pulled his leash tighter, winding it around my clenched fist. As he jerked his meat, I reminded him who he belonged to, who his body, dick, and hole belonged to, and would be fucking him as well as whose cock he was to worship. He shot a load that gushed all over his hot chest and stomach, fuck it was incredible! I happily wiped him down and we relished in the afterglow, my sexy boy in my arms. We shared a very intimate shower together, our lips rarely apart, meeting in gentle passion under the warm embrace of the water.
As I saw him off, my heart sank, not knowing when his path would bring him to cross with mine again, but alas that is the life of a man who travels the skies as an occupation. However, he knows very well where he can land.
Play Safe, Dear Reader.
My dear friend who once dominated me in a beautiful RCMP uniform came up for a visit. We headed out for lunch and could barely keep our hands off of each other, I couldn't look away from his handsome face, his beautiful sexy voice, memories from our last encounter that felt like decades ago.
We finally made it back to my apartment and kissed deeply, I whispered that I was his boytoy, that he could do what he wanted with me, I was ready at any time to submit to him. He whispered that he wanted my dick deep in his ass, he wanted me to fuck him.
I smiled and I could feel the energy change inside of me, like chocolate melting and pouring from one mould to the next, I swapped my submissive energy for more dominant power. I love being versatile. I pulled him into the bedroom by the fly of his pants and we made out passionately, he said he wanted me to fuck him in his leather. This date just kept getting better by the moment! I lent him my larger pair of leather pants and ordered him to change into them, while I changed into my chaps, harness, boots, and cover. He looked incredible in leather, especially when I ordered him to kneel and I collared him. I stood him up and told him to look at himself, as he looked at his reflection I told him that I take damn good care of my boys, and that all good boys get rewarded.
I fucking loved the sound of his accent as he called me "Sir". His first duty was to suck my dick and lick my balls, which he performed flawlessly. I couldn't get enough of him worshipping my dick. I finally tore him off my crotch long enough to force his face down on my boots and clean them with his tongue. Another job well done, he was rewarded with more cocksucking duty. Finally, I bent him over and lubed up his sweet ass. I fingered it a bit to prepare him for my raging cock.
Sliding on a condom, I slowly glided inside of his hot, wet boyhole. He moaned and thanked me, I asked him whose ass it was, "Yours, Sir!" I asked whose dick was inside this ass that belonged to me. "Yours, Sir!" I asked him who he belonged to. "You, Sir!" I fucked him faster, deeper, grabbing his arms and pulling hard to force myself even further into his hot, lubed up boy hole! I finally shot my load, and after a weekend of being by myself, pent up and frustrated and with the excitement of having my traveling uniform kinkster in my possession, it was a great load! I stayed inside of him, savoring his sweet, hot, sweaty body before eventually sliding out and cleaning myself up.
I returned to him, and pulled his leash tighter, winding it around my clenched fist. As he jerked his meat, I reminded him who he belonged to, who his body, dick, and hole belonged to, and would be fucking him as well as whose cock he was to worship. He shot a load that gushed all over his hot chest and stomach, fuck it was incredible! I happily wiped him down and we relished in the afterglow, my sexy boy in my arms. We shared a very intimate shower together, our lips rarely apart, meeting in gentle passion under the warm embrace of the water.
As I saw him off, my heart sank, not knowing when his path would bring him to cross with mine again, but alas that is the life of a man who travels the skies as an occupation. However, he knows very well where he can land.
Play Safe, Dear Reader.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Enter the Fist Pig
Sunday, November 25th 2012
I found a man on Grindr and we set up a meeting at a local cafe, we got along incredibly well! He was incredibly kinky and into a ton of the fetishes I am as well. He's just an all-around fun and awesome guy.
After really connecting with great conversation we headed back to his place, a beautiful condo on a marina. He had his own sling among a plethora of ass toys. He undressed and revealed an amazing, drop-dead gorgeous body. Great muscles, and a ridiculously hot ass! Woof! We made out on his bed, I admired and appreciated his beautiful muscular body, feeling every bulge and crevice of his sweet physique, kissing his soft skin and biting his ears, making him moan which only turned me on even more!
We moved to his bathroom, where I proceeded to pee on him. He loved it so much that he drank it right from the tap. Even with a full erection I was still able to piss in his mouth. I'm surprised that I'm starting to learn to love piss play, it's really beginning to grow on me, watching him take my stream in his mouth with no hesitation actually turned me on a little. He kept sucking my dick long after it went dry and this piggy knows how to suck cock! Oink!
After a rinse we were back in bed and he presented his ass to me, a gorgeous, clean, muscular ass with the cleanest hole I had ever seen. So incredibly smooth, not a single hair anywhere. I was on my back with his ass in his face, something inside me said "try it". I had never rimmed someone before, the idea wasn't attractive to me, but after watching so many scenes in porn with guys shoving their entire faces in another man's hole, and getting rimmed myself in the past, there had to be some kind of attraction about it. I licked his hole a little bit, it was...different. The texture was unique, ridges, an elastic feel to it, but I really didn't find anything attraction to it whatsoever and stopped soon after. It's just not for me.
I got him into position on his hands and knees, and lubed up his hole. I then slathered my hand with lube and fingered his ass a little with my middle finger, then slowly progressing one finger at a time. By the time I had four fingers inside of him, he was grunting up a storm! Feeling him from the inside was absolutely fascinating, a hole of soft, warm, flesh and the feeling of his pulse which quickened as our play continued was just incredible! He enjoyed it so much that he reached back and tried to get my thumb in himself. I repositioned my fist and tucked all my fingers into a point, and pushed inside. At my knuckles I met natural resistance, I let him know that I was pushing through, gave it more force and suddenly my fist was swallowed into his asshole!
He gasped in absolute ecstasy as my fingers automatically balled into a fist, and I found myself wrist deep in this studly muscled man's hot sweet ass! The feeling of having my greasy fist in a sexy man's hole was something I never thought I'd experience for real. The anus is like fleshy silk, warm and wet, and the soft pulse of his heartbeat all around my hand, as well as the clenching muscles and the presence of a vacuum of air which prevented me from moving around inside. I slowly twisted my hand to the left and right, making my pig moan and gasp in response. It felt so wonderful to give him such pleasure, and the physical connection we had was simply astounding. Nothing else is quite like this. I started pushing his prostate, and eventually he came with a great roar! It was beautifully intense!
After a little more feeling around inside of him, I slowly pulled myself out, working with the resistance of his body, I was finally pushed out and his body quivered and shook like a young man's legs after getting his ass pounded for the first time. I cleaned up and returned to bed, and we shared his afterglow. I felt closer to him, a bond beginning to form. He then sucked me again, and wrapped me in his beefy body. I focused on his strong smooth, warm bulging muscles covering my naked form as I shot my load after working my shaft, fuck every moment was just bliss!
I can't wait to play with this pig again, and I'm looking forward to seeing what sling fucking is like!
Play Safe, Dear Reader!
I found a man on Grindr and we set up a meeting at a local cafe, we got along incredibly well! He was incredibly kinky and into a ton of the fetishes I am as well. He's just an all-around fun and awesome guy.
After really connecting with great conversation we headed back to his place, a beautiful condo on a marina. He had his own sling among a plethora of ass toys. He undressed and revealed an amazing, drop-dead gorgeous body. Great muscles, and a ridiculously hot ass! Woof! We made out on his bed, I admired and appreciated his beautiful muscular body, feeling every bulge and crevice of his sweet physique, kissing his soft skin and biting his ears, making him moan which only turned me on even more!
We moved to his bathroom, where I proceeded to pee on him. He loved it so much that he drank it right from the tap. Even with a full erection I was still able to piss in his mouth. I'm surprised that I'm starting to learn to love piss play, it's really beginning to grow on me, watching him take my stream in his mouth with no hesitation actually turned me on a little. He kept sucking my dick long after it went dry and this piggy knows how to suck cock! Oink!
After a rinse we were back in bed and he presented his ass to me, a gorgeous, clean, muscular ass with the cleanest hole I had ever seen. So incredibly smooth, not a single hair anywhere. I was on my back with his ass in his face, something inside me said "try it". I had never rimmed someone before, the idea wasn't attractive to me, but after watching so many scenes in porn with guys shoving their entire faces in another man's hole, and getting rimmed myself in the past, there had to be some kind of attraction about it. I licked his hole a little bit, it was...different. The texture was unique, ridges, an elastic feel to it, but I really didn't find anything attraction to it whatsoever and stopped soon after. It's just not for me.
I got him into position on his hands and knees, and lubed up his hole. I then slathered my hand with lube and fingered his ass a little with my middle finger, then slowly progressing one finger at a time. By the time I had four fingers inside of him, he was grunting up a storm! Feeling him from the inside was absolutely fascinating, a hole of soft, warm, flesh and the feeling of his pulse which quickened as our play continued was just incredible! He enjoyed it so much that he reached back and tried to get my thumb in himself. I repositioned my fist and tucked all my fingers into a point, and pushed inside. At my knuckles I met natural resistance, I let him know that I was pushing through, gave it more force and suddenly my fist was swallowed into his asshole!
He gasped in absolute ecstasy as my fingers automatically balled into a fist, and I found myself wrist deep in this studly muscled man's hot sweet ass! The feeling of having my greasy fist in a sexy man's hole was something I never thought I'd experience for real. The anus is like fleshy silk, warm and wet, and the soft pulse of his heartbeat all around my hand, as well as the clenching muscles and the presence of a vacuum of air which prevented me from moving around inside. I slowly twisted my hand to the left and right, making my pig moan and gasp in response. It felt so wonderful to give him such pleasure, and the physical connection we had was simply astounding. Nothing else is quite like this. I started pushing his prostate, and eventually he came with a great roar! It was beautifully intense!
After a little more feeling around inside of him, I slowly pulled myself out, working with the resistance of his body, I was finally pushed out and his body quivered and shook like a young man's legs after getting his ass pounded for the first time. I cleaned up and returned to bed, and we shared his afterglow. I felt closer to him, a bond beginning to form. He then sucked me again, and wrapped me in his beefy body. I focused on his strong smooth, warm bulging muscles covering my naked form as I shot my load after working my shaft, fuck every moment was just bliss!
I can't wait to play with this pig again, and I'm looking forward to seeing what sling fucking is like!
Play Safe, Dear Reader!
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Puppy and a Movie
Friday, November 24th 2013
My puppy Cockpit took me to see "Wreck it Ralph" this evening, I had been feeling very, very lonely due to the holidays and when he offered to go to the movies I jumped on it like a starved dog running towards a plate of bacon.
I collared him when we met on the street, and we walked to the theater. Once inside the movie theater, we took our seats near the back and I leashed him, and he spent the majority of the film at my feet. He worshipped my boots, he ate face-first out of the popcorn bucket, and at one point he even took my boot off and massaged my foot. He is the best puppy I have ever had!
After the movie we went back to my apartment and he stripped, I blindfolded him, and he sucked my dick like the good dog he is, and he's really fucking good at it too! I took him into my bedroom and I prepared his tailhole. I made sure to take extra care while playing with it, as he is not a bottom. I went very slowly, easing myself inside of his tight hole, feeling him clench down on me using his unbelievably strong anal muscles to strangle my cock. Woof!
I made love to his sweet hole, hearing him grunt as he took my manhood was hot, and it drove me nuts but I had to keep my wits about me, because his ass was so sensitive. He couldn't take it for long and I stopped, gently slipping out of him. Cleaning up, I restrained him on the bed and we jerked off, sharing fantasies until I was ready to blow my load, I grabbed his head and forced him down on my cock! He sucked the cum right out of me! Fuck yes! Taking every drop! Then he jerked off and shot his puppy load all over his stomach, fucking hot! During our afterglow, I thought to myself that I am so very lucky to have a wonderful man to call my puppy.
Thank you, Cockpit, your handler loves you very, very much.
Play Safe.
Friday, April 26, 2013
Palm Springs Leather 2012
November 9th - 12th, 2012
Friday
I met up with Steve at his apartment, along with Shad, and we picked up Marlon at his place before heading down to Palm Springs for the weekend. We checked into Hotel Zoso, and then made some rounds picking up supplies for the room and the weekend. A nice supper at IHOP followed by a trip to the gear backlot party held behind the Tool Shed and Gear, where I met the adorable Palmsprings pup and his two handlers as well as Sir Gaelan and puppy Kiba.
Steve bought me a nice studded collar, and I met up with a lot of friends as I walked around the crowds, and had a lot of fun. Steve and I headed back to the room on foot for a healthy walk, however upon arrival I was so exhausted that despite my eager desire to party all night long with everyone else, the frigid trek had stolen all my energy and I passed out soon after from exhaustion.
Saturday
In the wee hours of the morning the following dialogue took place...
"YOU SNORE LIKE A DRAIN BACKING UP!"
"...what time is it?"
"Oh-god-thirty..."
"This is going in the blog, you know..."
A few hours later around 6am, Steve and I had breakfast at a local Starbucks. The morning light on the desert mountains was absolutely beautiful. That afternoon we attended a great pool party with delicious food and plenty of kinky guys. I had a light conversation with Rubberdawg, the amazing man responsible for the majority of the rubber hoods out there, and I expressed my desire to help him with his work even if it was just cleaning the tools he used. This amazing guy is constantly so busy and I'd love to help him with production. During the party I was approached by a man who expressed his interest in watersports. I said I'd give it a shot and we went around the house to an area specifically for that purpose. He got down on his knees and I took out my member and started to urinate on him. He really enjoyed it, and to be honest, I started liking it too. It's definitely a fetish that grows on you. I'm close to flagging it really.
After our little wet interlude, I headed back into the house and watched an orgy unfold in one of the side rooms set up for play. As hot as it was, and as much as I wanted to be in the middle of the man on man fuck fest, I didn't know a single one of them and it scared me too much to risk it. I had no idea what kind of relationships with each other that they had, or what any of their statuses were. It makes me nervous, if they are so free with each other here, then what kind of sex life do they have elsewhere? Do they just throw caution to the wind every time? It's playing a dangerous game, and I'm always a little terrified when I get tested every three months. I know I play safe, and I never bareback, get fucked by someone I don't know, or suck a strange cock, but the fear is always there.
My group left soon after the cake was brought out and we headed over to Wang's in the Desert for dinner, where I met a man named Matt and we flirted heavily with each other until we left for the leather contest. We arrived late, and missed our announcements as titleholders (fuck was I really embarrassed I do my best to make it a point to be early however I was at the mercy of the flow of the group, so I had no control over when I was to arrive anywhere), the contest itself felt a little different from what I was used to, I couldn't put my finger on it but something about the energy that night was either amiss or just simply different. The after party seemed a little off for me too. I think it was because after seeing so many Sirs and men together, my heart grew lonesome, longing for that Sir of my own again. Thankfully Steve caught me all by myself on the sidelines, and we left a little while after.
We headed to Tool Shed and when we got out of the car I found a cellphone on the sidewalk, it looked brand new and very expensive. At first I thought one of us had dropped it, and when I discovered it wasn't ours I decided to call the last number on the phone. Luckily it wasn't passcode protected yet, and I was able to get inside in order to call. I arranged a pickup outside the bar and the man who owned it was very grateful. He offered me $20 for my trouble, and I refused, however he insisted that I take it and use it to have a drink inside the bar.
The bar itself was absolutely slammed, finally reaching the bar I had my first (and certainly not last) taste of Kaluha, I was able to meet up with Jackson Lawless again, he's a nice guy and I'd really like to get to know him more than the quick hello/goodbyes that we've had. We lasted until last call and invaded the local IHOP again. I'm sure they were amused with so many guys dressed in rubber and leather coming in for dinner that weekend. On our way out we met a very adorable, and quite drunk man named Justin. It was his birthday and he had gotten separated from his friends. I could only wish him well as we headed out and back to the room, but my mind was full of horribly delightful thoughts.
Sunday
We headed to the pool party at Helios, right before the wet t-shirt contest. Plenty of nice looking men in shirts competed and the contest was quite long. Afterward I dove in myself and was pretty much the only guy in the pool, strange for a pool party. A while later I was in the play area up against the St. Andrew's and Dan Lovell flogged me a bit, woof, thank you Sir! Unfortunately my headspace broke in the midst of it and I had to stop the scene. It was great being played with under him, and during the aftercare I broke down and cried after he told me I was so deserving of my leather title that I had won, and I was a good boy. I promised him that I would stay a good boy.
After Helios we headed to tour the grand estate of Jim Newman! Jim has an amazing mansion, filled to the brim with odds, ends, interests, knickknacks and plenty of uniforms! My god, this man is so into uniforms he had to come up with his own catalog system! Not to mention the amazing amount of hats, covers, and boots to go with every uniform! He's a really nice guy, fun to hang with, and plenty of stories to share.
From the mansion we left to dinner at Hamburger Mary's (did you know the location in Palm Springs serves kangaroo meat?) and then back to the Tool Shed, we met up with a guy I knew from San Diego with his new Sir. I found out that his new Sir was fairly intense and didn't fuck around. I was shown the cigarette burns on the boy where he was "disciplined", and told a story of how he shaved a swastika into the boy's hair purely for shock value. I wasn't really sure how to absorb that information, as it caught me off guard.
We headed back to the hotel and Steve and I took a walk around the Spa Resort Casino and played "Stereotype Bingo: Casino Edition" and made for some very amusing conversation. Returning to the room, Steve dominated me in the bathroom, and I jerked off for his entertainment. Fuck did I need that release! After cleaning up we crashed.
Monday
For a change of pace we had breakfast at a Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, and sat outside. Steve accidentally spilled his drink and some of it splashed on the boots I was wearing. Now it wouldn't have been a big deal except the boots weren't mine! They were the nice tall Wescos that our roommate David had lent me! I wiped them down as fast as I could, and started thinking of how I would explain the accident to him, when he suddenly came outside and joined us at the table. I swear it was like every "I accidentally broke your shit" plot cartoon I ever watched in my entire life. He sat right next to me and I had absolutely no idea if he knew or not, he then went on to comment on how his boots looked on me, and to put another nail in the coffin of guilt and anxiety, he went on to say how much he cared about the boots. I seriously would have probably lost my shit if he hadn't taken that moment to walk back inside, and Steve told me that he already knew about the spill accident concerning the boots.
Fuck, man...
I did love wearing them, they feel great! I hope to get my own pair someday. After packing we had breakfast down at the hotel restaurant, and then spent the rest of the afternoon at an outlet mall before heading home. I love Palm Springs, the desert is just so nice and quiet, majestic, and there's a lot of fun to be had around that city!
Thank you guys for a fantastic, kinky weekend!
Play Safe Dear Reader!
Friday
I met up with Steve at his apartment, along with Shad, and we picked up Marlon at his place before heading down to Palm Springs for the weekend. We checked into Hotel Zoso, and then made some rounds picking up supplies for the room and the weekend. A nice supper at IHOP followed by a trip to the gear backlot party held behind the Tool Shed and Gear, where I met the adorable Palmsprings pup and his two handlers as well as Sir Gaelan and puppy Kiba.
Steve bought me a nice studded collar, and I met up with a lot of friends as I walked around the crowds, and had a lot of fun. Steve and I headed back to the room on foot for a healthy walk, however upon arrival I was so exhausted that despite my eager desire to party all night long with everyone else, the frigid trek had stolen all my energy and I passed out soon after from exhaustion.
Saturday
In the wee hours of the morning the following dialogue took place...
"YOU SNORE LIKE A DRAIN BACKING UP!"
"...what time is it?"
"Oh-god-thirty..."
"This is going in the blog, you know..."
A few hours later around 6am, Steve and I had breakfast at a local Starbucks. The morning light on the desert mountains was absolutely beautiful. That afternoon we attended a great pool party with delicious food and plenty of kinky guys. I had a light conversation with Rubberdawg, the amazing man responsible for the majority of the rubber hoods out there, and I expressed my desire to help him with his work even if it was just cleaning the tools he used. This amazing guy is constantly so busy and I'd love to help him with production. During the party I was approached by a man who expressed his interest in watersports. I said I'd give it a shot and we went around the house to an area specifically for that purpose. He got down on his knees and I took out my member and started to urinate on him. He really enjoyed it, and to be honest, I started liking it too. It's definitely a fetish that grows on you. I'm close to flagging it really.
After our little wet interlude, I headed back into the house and watched an orgy unfold in one of the side rooms set up for play. As hot as it was, and as much as I wanted to be in the middle of the man on man fuck fest, I didn't know a single one of them and it scared me too much to risk it. I had no idea what kind of relationships with each other that they had, or what any of their statuses were. It makes me nervous, if they are so free with each other here, then what kind of sex life do they have elsewhere? Do they just throw caution to the wind every time? It's playing a dangerous game, and I'm always a little terrified when I get tested every three months. I know I play safe, and I never bareback, get fucked by someone I don't know, or suck a strange cock, but the fear is always there.
My group left soon after the cake was brought out and we headed over to Wang's in the Desert for dinner, where I met a man named Matt and we flirted heavily with each other until we left for the leather contest. We arrived late, and missed our announcements as titleholders (fuck was I really embarrassed I do my best to make it a point to be early however I was at the mercy of the flow of the group, so I had no control over when I was to arrive anywhere), the contest itself felt a little different from what I was used to, I couldn't put my finger on it but something about the energy that night was either amiss or just simply different. The after party seemed a little off for me too. I think it was because after seeing so many Sirs and men together, my heart grew lonesome, longing for that Sir of my own again. Thankfully Steve caught me all by myself on the sidelines, and we left a little while after.
We headed to Tool Shed and when we got out of the car I found a cellphone on the sidewalk, it looked brand new and very expensive. At first I thought one of us had dropped it, and when I discovered it wasn't ours I decided to call the last number on the phone. Luckily it wasn't passcode protected yet, and I was able to get inside in order to call. I arranged a pickup outside the bar and the man who owned it was very grateful. He offered me $20 for my trouble, and I refused, however he insisted that I take it and use it to have a drink inside the bar.
The bar itself was absolutely slammed, finally reaching the bar I had my first (and certainly not last) taste of Kaluha, I was able to meet up with Jackson Lawless again, he's a nice guy and I'd really like to get to know him more than the quick hello/goodbyes that we've had. We lasted until last call and invaded the local IHOP again. I'm sure they were amused with so many guys dressed in rubber and leather coming in for dinner that weekend. On our way out we met a very adorable, and quite drunk man named Justin. It was his birthday and he had gotten separated from his friends. I could only wish him well as we headed out and back to the room, but my mind was full of horribly delightful thoughts.
Sunday
We headed to the pool party at Helios, right before the wet t-shirt contest. Plenty of nice looking men in shirts competed and the contest was quite long. Afterward I dove in myself and was pretty much the only guy in the pool, strange for a pool party. A while later I was in the play area up against the St. Andrew's and Dan Lovell flogged me a bit, woof, thank you Sir! Unfortunately my headspace broke in the midst of it and I had to stop the scene. It was great being played with under him, and during the aftercare I broke down and cried after he told me I was so deserving of my leather title that I had won, and I was a good boy. I promised him that I would stay a good boy.
After Helios we headed to tour the grand estate of Jim Newman! Jim has an amazing mansion, filled to the brim with odds, ends, interests, knickknacks and plenty of uniforms! My god, this man is so into uniforms he had to come up with his own catalog system! Not to mention the amazing amount of hats, covers, and boots to go with every uniform! He's a really nice guy, fun to hang with, and plenty of stories to share.
From the mansion we left to dinner at Hamburger Mary's (did you know the location in Palm Springs serves kangaroo meat?) and then back to the Tool Shed, we met up with a guy I knew from San Diego with his new Sir. I found out that his new Sir was fairly intense and didn't fuck around. I was shown the cigarette burns on the boy where he was "disciplined", and told a story of how he shaved a swastika into the boy's hair purely for shock value. I wasn't really sure how to absorb that information, as it caught me off guard.
We headed back to the hotel and Steve and I took a walk around the Spa Resort Casino and played "Stereotype Bingo: Casino Edition" and made for some very amusing conversation. Returning to the room, Steve dominated me in the bathroom, and I jerked off for his entertainment. Fuck did I need that release! After cleaning up we crashed.
Monday
For a change of pace we had breakfast at a Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, and sat outside. Steve accidentally spilled his drink and some of it splashed on the boots I was wearing. Now it wouldn't have been a big deal except the boots weren't mine! They were the nice tall Wescos that our roommate David had lent me! I wiped them down as fast as I could, and started thinking of how I would explain the accident to him, when he suddenly came outside and joined us at the table. I swear it was like every "I accidentally broke your shit" plot cartoon I ever watched in my entire life. He sat right next to me and I had absolutely no idea if he knew or not, he then went on to comment on how his boots looked on me, and to put another nail in the coffin of guilt and anxiety, he went on to say how much he cared about the boots. I seriously would have probably lost my shit if he hadn't taken that moment to walk back inside, and Steve told me that he already knew about the spill accident concerning the boots.
Fuck, man...
I did love wearing them, they feel great! I hope to get my own pair someday. After packing we had breakfast down at the hotel restaurant, and then spent the rest of the afternoon at an outlet mall before heading home. I love Palm Springs, the desert is just so nice and quiet, majestic, and there's a lot of fun to be had around that city!
Thank you guys for a fantastic, kinky weekend!
Play Safe Dear Reader!
Thursday, April 25, 2013
The Cake-Battered Puppy
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
This evening I had the husband of a Sir of mine over for a little play tonight. This is one of the biggest things that I can appreciate about people with open relationships, the fact that I can say "Thank you for letting me borrow your husband." and have it be part of common courtesy.
I finally was able to introduce him to gunge play! After mixing up a bowl of yellow cake batter with a new modification (instead of using 2 cups of warm water to one box of batter, I used 2 1/2 cups and made it thinner) the result was a beautiful drippy batter that made the scene last longer, as I could milk the pour on to his beautiful naked body. Making out, covered in yellow slop, hands sliding all over each other's naked, messy bodies. Then that slippery tight hug, feeling the batter squish between us. Such sweet bliss!
A nice shower later, and we changed into our gear. I donned my chaps, leather jock, engineers, and Muir cap. I collared and leashed him after he zipped up inside his biker one piece and ordered him to suck my raging bone like the good puppy he is. Fuck did that feel amazing, he's damn good at it too, slurping down my dripping member. I then ordered him into just his boots, gloves, and helmet and tied his ankles and wrists together. I lubed up his sweet hole and fingered him a little bit to help him relax before lubing up my own rubbered up, rock hard cock and sliding effortlessly and slowly inside of his beautiful ass.
His whimpering and groaning made it all the more enjoyable, looking at the collar I secured to his neck, the leash that I grasped in my fist, the helmet on his head, his gloves, boots, and catching the sight of myself in the mirror, fucking a biker in my own bed! I fucked him harder and made him moan louder! I made him whimper, made him grunt, and damn did it make me even hornier! I finally blasted my load with a great roar, embracing him tightly! Fuck yeah!
I cleaned myself up, and I lay next to him in the afterglow of our wonderful experience. I untied his ropes and it was puppy's turn! Unfortunately for the handsome biker pup he was so overstimulated he couldn't cum at all, however that didn't detract from the smile firmly plastered on his face! As he left I watched him walk away into the night, his helmet in hand, with his stride a little askew.
Vroom vroom, you sexy fucker!
Play Safe Dear Reader, and be alert on the roads. My biker boys are on those streets too.
This evening I had the husband of a Sir of mine over for a little play tonight. This is one of the biggest things that I can appreciate about people with open relationships, the fact that I can say "Thank you for letting me borrow your husband." and have it be part of common courtesy.
I finally was able to introduce him to gunge play! After mixing up a bowl of yellow cake batter with a new modification (instead of using 2 cups of warm water to one box of batter, I used 2 1/2 cups and made it thinner) the result was a beautiful drippy batter that made the scene last longer, as I could milk the pour on to his beautiful naked body. Making out, covered in yellow slop, hands sliding all over each other's naked, messy bodies. Then that slippery tight hug, feeling the batter squish between us. Such sweet bliss!
A nice shower later, and we changed into our gear. I donned my chaps, leather jock, engineers, and Muir cap. I collared and leashed him after he zipped up inside his biker one piece and ordered him to suck my raging bone like the good puppy he is. Fuck did that feel amazing, he's damn good at it too, slurping down my dripping member. I then ordered him into just his boots, gloves, and helmet and tied his ankles and wrists together. I lubed up his sweet hole and fingered him a little bit to help him relax before lubing up my own rubbered up, rock hard cock and sliding effortlessly and slowly inside of his beautiful ass.
His whimpering and groaning made it all the more enjoyable, looking at the collar I secured to his neck, the leash that I grasped in my fist, the helmet on his head, his gloves, boots, and catching the sight of myself in the mirror, fucking a biker in my own bed! I fucked him harder and made him moan louder! I made him whimper, made him grunt, and damn did it make me even hornier! I finally blasted my load with a great roar, embracing him tightly! Fuck yeah!
I cleaned myself up, and I lay next to him in the afterglow of our wonderful experience. I untied his ropes and it was puppy's turn! Unfortunately for the handsome biker pup he was so overstimulated he couldn't cum at all, however that didn't detract from the smile firmly plastered on his face! As he left I watched him walk away into the night, his helmet in hand, with his stride a little askew.
Vroom vroom, you sexy fucker!
Play Safe Dear Reader, and be alert on the roads. My biker boys are on those streets too.
Friday, April 19, 2013
A Trip to CCBC
Saturday, October 20th, 2012
I headed down to Palm Springs with Daddy Tom, who I had been talking to at length for a while online, he had offered to take me to CCBC and our schedules finally cooperated. Along the way down we stopped at a casino, I had to make a pit stop so he went ahead and found a game to play. When I came out, he handed me some drink money and told me to get something I liked. While walking around the floor I took in how dangerous casinos can be, the architecture and floor layout makes navigation hazy and confusing, the lack of windows and light make time vanish, bright colors and flashing lights draw you in and keep you there for ages.
After finishing my drink, Daddy Tom then gave me some play money, and I sat down in front of a slot machine. I had no idea what to do, I had never done this before. The rules and credits made no sense to me, so I played until the game said I had won. I accepted my winnings and discovered I had won $7.35. Yay? I won? He let me keep my winnings on top of the play money he gave me so it was a nice $27.35 Thank you, sir.
We resumed our journey down to the desert and arrived at the resort, after checking in, Daddy Tom gave me a tour of the grounds. Lots of winding narrow paths enclosed and secluded at the back of the property which led to play areas tucked behind corners, hidden by plants and decorated with fountains and small rivers. Men hid in the corners, sitting in wait for someone to come by, some naked, some barely clothed, some jerking off. One was bent over a pair of seats, his ass open to any dick to enter him. No one caught my eye, and the more we explored, the less safe I felt going off on my own, thankfully Daddy Tom kept a close eye on me as he led the way.
After a short rest by the nude pool, we grabbed lunch at Sherman's Deli, and were graced with the sight of a hot muscle stud having lunch with his girlfriend out on the patio, as well as the Mongols bike gang two tables away from them. After our very large and very satisfying meal, Daddy Tom took us to another casino, pressed some cash into my hand and scooted me off to play. I wandered around, and saw a very handsome man, we met gazes and made subtle hints at each other. I unfortunately lost him and couldn't find him again, so I sat down at a machine, and eventually someone sat down right next to me, it was him! We exchanged names, his was Tom, and we talked for a bit, he was very hot! He lived here in the desert, and gave me his card, but before he left he stopped playing and printed out his winnings receipt. He said, "Here, have this." and put the paper in my hands after saying goodbye. I looked down at the voucher, and my eyes went wide! $119.25! What an awesome guy! I also met up with two guys Kurt and Ming who asked about the hankies I was flagging, it's always a thrill to be asked that question as well as answer it.
Daddy Tom kept urging me to play, the thing is I'm not much of a gambler, I'm a hoarder with my money, so I'm pretty reluctant to spend it. When we were finished at the casino, we headed back to the resort and I went for a swim, it was dark so I felt better about being naked in the water. I struck up some nice conversation with some other guests and had a nice time. Back in the room I went to take a shower and discovered there are no curtains on the windows, and the windows are placed low enough that people can look in easily. It actually was fairly amusing and I liked the idea of guys walking by checking me out while I showered, so I decided I'd give whomever might be watching a nice show, so I bathed deliberately slow. One person did happen to tap on the window, a guy from the pool whom I had talked to earlier, he said "No privacy, huh?" I laughed and agreed.
After drying off and slipping into my jock, Daddy Tom popped his head into the room to tell me I was being a big tease to everyone outside, I laughed and tossed all my leather onto the bed, and lay on my stomach writing in my diary. I'll show them a "tease"! We headed out to Toolshed later on and saw so many hot men at the bar, struck up great conversation with the men we met there. Back at the resort I decided to take a walk by myself and see what the night had to offer. I took the winding path, taking in the darkness, the winding lit tunnels, fountains, and arrived at the military bunker theme area. Nothing to see. I went to the dark playrooms and watched someone I knew suck someone off for a few minutes, then moved on to another room. I was touched by a man who complimented me, I gave a flat "thanks", and pushed his hand away. I didn't invite him to touch me. I made my way to a couch swing by the pool, the guests were all much older than I was, and the majority who played didn't seem to care who they sucked or fucked. It put me in a poor mood. I was frustrated, I began to feel lonesome, wanting someone who was my age, and wasn't so careless and foolish with his health to play with.
Thankfully one of the men who worked there, Greg? George? He came by before I got much too deep in my own depressed thoughts and talked to me for a while, distracting me and bringing my mood back up a bit. You really helped me that night, thank you. I headed to bed after we said goodnight.
Sunday, October 21st 2012
Daddy Tom and I woke up and went around the grounds so he could shoot a set of pictures of me. I had fun, posing on the lifeguard tower, in the garden swing, along the path in the back, naked by the pool. I really want to be a gear model, I think it would be an awesome job. From there we went to the casino again, and enjoyed their breakfast buffet. Daddy Tom, as usual, heavily encouraged me to eat. He really did look after me the whole weekend, making sure I was safe and happy. He gambled a little bit more after breakfast and from there we went to the Palm Springs tram up to the mountains.
I already felt nervous about the trip up, I cannot stand heights, it's nerve wracking for me. You won't catch me in a hot air balloon, skydiving, or cliff jumping. It's my fear of falling. Once on the mountain, Daddy Tom took a few more shots of me, and I went down to see the mountain forest. I took in everything around me, the natural silence was so wonderful. The peace, the tranquility, the serene beauty. I dreamed of a Sir to collar me, and kidnap me away to the mountains for a long weekend together. Walking in the snow on his leash, playfully getting into a snowball fight, building a snowman, and warm nights wrapped in his arms and his ropes in front of the fire.
I headed back to the tram center and climbed the cliff side looking down on the desert city far below, the mist crawling over the top of the forest behind me, then the valley which brought us here. On the way back down, I stared intently at the floor, gripping my seat tighter every time we went over a support and making the car swing. I distracted myself with fantasies of that leather Sir who would kidnap me to the snowy mountain cabin. A tall man with short black hair, tan skin, sporting stubble in a sexy 5-o'clock shadow. His leather jacket would be unzipped, revealing a white tank top that boasted his muscular chest. Tight blue jeans would hug his sweet ass, stuffed into black tall harness boots. He'd sport a black mustache, his dark brown eyes hidden behind his aviators, and his deep, sensual voice would slide into my ears, as his broad arms embraced me tightly, leather gauntlet gloves gripping my body.
Fuck, now I'm horny.
On the way home Daddy Tom and I shared stories and a lot of laughs. Thank you so much Daddy Tom. You're such a wonderful host!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
I headed down to Palm Springs with Daddy Tom, who I had been talking to at length for a while online, he had offered to take me to CCBC and our schedules finally cooperated. Along the way down we stopped at a casino, I had to make a pit stop so he went ahead and found a game to play. When I came out, he handed me some drink money and told me to get something I liked. While walking around the floor I took in how dangerous casinos can be, the architecture and floor layout makes navigation hazy and confusing, the lack of windows and light make time vanish, bright colors and flashing lights draw you in and keep you there for ages.
After finishing my drink, Daddy Tom then gave me some play money, and I sat down in front of a slot machine. I had no idea what to do, I had never done this before. The rules and credits made no sense to me, so I played until the game said I had won. I accepted my winnings and discovered I had won $7.35. Yay? I won? He let me keep my winnings on top of the play money he gave me so it was a nice $27.35 Thank you, sir.
We resumed our journey down to the desert and arrived at the resort, after checking in, Daddy Tom gave me a tour of the grounds. Lots of winding narrow paths enclosed and secluded at the back of the property which led to play areas tucked behind corners, hidden by plants and decorated with fountains and small rivers. Men hid in the corners, sitting in wait for someone to come by, some naked, some barely clothed, some jerking off. One was bent over a pair of seats, his ass open to any dick to enter him. No one caught my eye, and the more we explored, the less safe I felt going off on my own, thankfully Daddy Tom kept a close eye on me as he led the way.
After a short rest by the nude pool, we grabbed lunch at Sherman's Deli, and were graced with the sight of a hot muscle stud having lunch with his girlfriend out on the patio, as well as the Mongols bike gang two tables away from them. After our very large and very satisfying meal, Daddy Tom took us to another casino, pressed some cash into my hand and scooted me off to play. I wandered around, and saw a very handsome man, we met gazes and made subtle hints at each other. I unfortunately lost him and couldn't find him again, so I sat down at a machine, and eventually someone sat down right next to me, it was him! We exchanged names, his was Tom, and we talked for a bit, he was very hot! He lived here in the desert, and gave me his card, but before he left he stopped playing and printed out his winnings receipt. He said, "Here, have this." and put the paper in my hands after saying goodbye. I looked down at the voucher, and my eyes went wide! $119.25! What an awesome guy! I also met up with two guys Kurt and Ming who asked about the hankies I was flagging, it's always a thrill to be asked that question as well as answer it.
Daddy Tom kept urging me to play, the thing is I'm not much of a gambler, I'm a hoarder with my money, so I'm pretty reluctant to spend it. When we were finished at the casino, we headed back to the resort and I went for a swim, it was dark so I felt better about being naked in the water. I struck up some nice conversation with some other guests and had a nice time. Back in the room I went to take a shower and discovered there are no curtains on the windows, and the windows are placed low enough that people can look in easily. It actually was fairly amusing and I liked the idea of guys walking by checking me out while I showered, so I decided I'd give whomever might be watching a nice show, so I bathed deliberately slow. One person did happen to tap on the window, a guy from the pool whom I had talked to earlier, he said "No privacy, huh?" I laughed and agreed.
After drying off and slipping into my jock, Daddy Tom popped his head into the room to tell me I was being a big tease to everyone outside, I laughed and tossed all my leather onto the bed, and lay on my stomach writing in my diary. I'll show them a "tease"! We headed out to Toolshed later on and saw so many hot men at the bar, struck up great conversation with the men we met there. Back at the resort I decided to take a walk by myself and see what the night had to offer. I took the winding path, taking in the darkness, the winding lit tunnels, fountains, and arrived at the military bunker theme area. Nothing to see. I went to the dark playrooms and watched someone I knew suck someone off for a few minutes, then moved on to another room. I was touched by a man who complimented me, I gave a flat "thanks", and pushed his hand away. I didn't invite him to touch me. I made my way to a couch swing by the pool, the guests were all much older than I was, and the majority who played didn't seem to care who they sucked or fucked. It put me in a poor mood. I was frustrated, I began to feel lonesome, wanting someone who was my age, and wasn't so careless and foolish with his health to play with.
Thankfully one of the men who worked there, Greg? George? He came by before I got much too deep in my own depressed thoughts and talked to me for a while, distracting me and bringing my mood back up a bit. You really helped me that night, thank you. I headed to bed after we said goodnight.
Sunday, October 21st 2012
Daddy Tom and I woke up and went around the grounds so he could shoot a set of pictures of me. I had fun, posing on the lifeguard tower, in the garden swing, along the path in the back, naked by the pool. I really want to be a gear model, I think it would be an awesome job. From there we went to the casino again, and enjoyed their breakfast buffet. Daddy Tom, as usual, heavily encouraged me to eat. He really did look after me the whole weekend, making sure I was safe and happy. He gambled a little bit more after breakfast and from there we went to the Palm Springs tram up to the mountains.
I already felt nervous about the trip up, I cannot stand heights, it's nerve wracking for me. You won't catch me in a hot air balloon, skydiving, or cliff jumping. It's my fear of falling. Once on the mountain, Daddy Tom took a few more shots of me, and I went down to see the mountain forest. I took in everything around me, the natural silence was so wonderful. The peace, the tranquility, the serene beauty. I dreamed of a Sir to collar me, and kidnap me away to the mountains for a long weekend together. Walking in the snow on his leash, playfully getting into a snowball fight, building a snowman, and warm nights wrapped in his arms and his ropes in front of the fire.
I headed back to the tram center and climbed the cliff side looking down on the desert city far below, the mist crawling over the top of the forest behind me, then the valley which brought us here. On the way back down, I stared intently at the floor, gripping my seat tighter every time we went over a support and making the car swing. I distracted myself with fantasies of that leather Sir who would kidnap me to the snowy mountain cabin. A tall man with short black hair, tan skin, sporting stubble in a sexy 5-o'clock shadow. His leather jacket would be unzipped, revealing a white tank top that boasted his muscular chest. Tight blue jeans would hug his sweet ass, stuffed into black tall harness boots. He'd sport a black mustache, his dark brown eyes hidden behind his aviators, and his deep, sensual voice would slide into my ears, as his broad arms embraced me tightly, leather gauntlet gloves gripping my body.
Fuck, now I'm horny.
On the way home Daddy Tom and I shared stories and a lot of laughs. Thank you so much Daddy Tom. You're such a wonderful host!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
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