Last Sunday I enjoyed a new experience with a new friend whom I had been talking to online for a while. The crowd at Gear Night at Pistons bar was pretty good, considering everyone and his Sir were out in Palm Springs enjoying Palm Springs Pride. I had stayed behind because I had promised to attend an event but about a day or so prior to it, learned that it had been rescheduled to a different week and I was none the wiser. Keeping my promise, I still went and dressed in my CHP gear, and had a wonderful time with other friends who happened to be there as well.
My friend Jeff said that he would make the trip up from San Diego for the night and entered the bar in a very sexy rubber uniform, miner cap, and breeches tucked into a pair of leather engineers, all slick black and sexy. I have had very little experiences with rubber, only really hugging a man in a rubber catsuit maybe twice, so this was a real treat. Another friend of mine, Sir Michael from San Diego, had played with him before, so I knew I could trust Jeff as Sir Michael has good taste in play partners. We talked a while getting to know each other more in person, he bought me a drink and we enjoyed our evening. Koby and I met at one point and discussed details of my upcoming event in January and a February event as well (more details as they come, dear readers), before Jeff and I went back to my place and a new rubber experience began.
He told me he wanted to submit to me, and I was only too happy to appease that request. Lately my dominant side has been getting a lot of experience, which is wonderful as I have plans for a certain man in my life. After enjoying him in his rubber for a while, I ordered him to change his gear. I lay on the bed and when he did return I was greeted with the pleasing sight of a man in nothing but tall leather engineers, a neoprene jockstrap, and a black Russian gas mask. Woof!
I ordered him to his knees and produced a collar, explaining that in some groups a collar was a symbol of being owned, and that if you encountered someone wearing a collar that they belonged to someone else. I went on to explain that outside of play, if the Master/slave or Dominant/submissive relationship came to an end, that slaves and subs were "released" from their collars, and it could be a very traumatic and emotional experience for everyone involved, much like a break up in standard relationships. This night the collar was for play, and with his consent he would be my slave for the night. Before he was given the choice, I went on to explain the difference between boy and slave was that a boy had more in the sense that they can refuse a request or demand made by their dominant, whereas a slave had very, very little in that respect. He accepted the role as my rubber slave, and I fastened my collar around his neck, aquiring my first slave.
Throughout the night I played with him, tying him up, blindfolding him, GOMing him (Glove Over Mouth), playing with his chest, admiring his body, and introducing him to one of my favorite kinks, Stomping. Stomping is where a dominant steps and tramples his submissive, in my case I perform and receive it sensually. I don't apply too much pressure at all, but just enough to ensure the energy of who is in charge. I love the sight of a man from underneath his boot, him towering over me, a dark grin on his face and my helpless body below. However tonight was different, I had the pleasure of smiling down on my slave in his gas mask and boots as he looked up at me dominating him in my own engineers, lightly crushing his legs, arms, and chest.
I then came up with a fun idea for a game, I went out into my living room at one point, my rubber slave eagerly waiting for my return in my bedroom, and grabbed a scented candle, remembering all the times I had heard of people who enjoy gas masks playing with poppers and breath play. Now I do not perform any kind of popper or breath related play whatsoever due to my own preferences, but this was a harmless experiment. I covered his eyes and placed the candle under his airway, asking what scent it was. He replied correctly and came up with the idea that it might be fun to get an assortment of different scents together and play a Reward/Punishment game with them for gas mask play in the future.
Near the end of the night I dominated him further, fucking him with his own dildo, introducing me to dominant dildo play which was fun, making him feel great was even better. At the climax of our experience my dominant energy came forth at its strongest, me snarling at him, a wild air in the room before releasing everything.
I really enjoyed myself with my temporary rubber slave, and he offered the idea of a shimmering Spiderman in my future. Having played with the famous webslinger before I could only imagine what could be in store for me. White sticky ropes binding me, what a feeling that must be.
Play Safe.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
"Testosterone"
Testosterone
By Leatherfetishfox
I was simply sitting there, and he walked by. I smiled hello, as did he. Then it hit me.
A scent. A manly scent. The smell of masculinity, of power, of strength, of sweat, of primal energy.
Testosterone.
It awakens the beast inside me, the Dark Fox is rudely thrown from his bed in the darkness, he is enraged until the scent hits his nostrils. He breathes it in deeply, his pupils shrink and his eyes go bloodshot.
Testosterone.
His maw starts to foam, and he becomes a rabid monster. The Dark Fox bolts upright and races to the door of his cage, bars of solid black steel keep him contained, his paws wrapped around them pulling and shaking like the maddened animal he is. He lets out howl after howl, after heat-induced howl!
His member is throbbing and dripping now, his maw is awash with rabid foam and drool, his vision is blurry and he cannot see clearly, but his nose is as sharp as ever.
Testosterone.
His fangs grow and a dark hiss escapes his throat, he falls to his knees and starts to frantically dig at the cement floor of his prison inside my chest. His claws desperately scrape in futile efforts to escape, to seek, to find the source of this wonderful, enticing, irresistible, sexual scent! He whines, growls, snarls, and spits!
Testosterone!
"Give it to me! Fucking give it up! I'll rip you apart! I'll tear into you! I'll shred you! I'm not fucking around!"
My heart is beating faster and faster, the blood is draining away, my head is fuzzy. He's screaming. He's howling. My vision blurs for a moment. I'm having a hard time keeping the cell door shut as the padlock is starting to weaken, I slam myself up against the door. He hisses in my ear and snaps at me, I refuse to let him out! Not now! Not here! He screeches at me, now a full blown demon of his former self, and his claws rake into my back, spattering the floor with blood.
Get the hell out of here! I can't keep him at bay much longer! Leave! Take that damned scent with you! My will can only go so far!
Suddenly I feel him start to slam himself up against the door! He cannot hear me for he is now deaf with rage, he wouldn't listen if he could. He is completely blind, as his eyes have glazed over with the madness. His maw is drenched with foam and drool, and he can only sputter gurgling gibberish. His claws bloodied from the desperate scraping, and the apathetic slashing of my back. My body is weakening, sweat covers my brow, go away! Run away! I can't-
The door bursts open.
By Leatherfetishfox
I was simply sitting there, and he walked by. I smiled hello, as did he. Then it hit me.
A scent. A manly scent. The smell of masculinity, of power, of strength, of sweat, of primal energy.
Testosterone.
It awakens the beast inside me, the Dark Fox is rudely thrown from his bed in the darkness, he is enraged until the scent hits his nostrils. He breathes it in deeply, his pupils shrink and his eyes go bloodshot.
Testosterone.
His maw starts to foam, and he becomes a rabid monster. The Dark Fox bolts upright and races to the door of his cage, bars of solid black steel keep him contained, his paws wrapped around them pulling and shaking like the maddened animal he is. He lets out howl after howl, after heat-induced howl!
His member is throbbing and dripping now, his maw is awash with rabid foam and drool, his vision is blurry and he cannot see clearly, but his nose is as sharp as ever.
Testosterone.
His fangs grow and a dark hiss escapes his throat, he falls to his knees and starts to frantically dig at the cement floor of his prison inside my chest. His claws desperately scrape in futile efforts to escape, to seek, to find the source of this wonderful, enticing, irresistible, sexual scent! He whines, growls, snarls, and spits!
Testosterone!
"Give it to me! Fucking give it up! I'll rip you apart! I'll tear into you! I'll shred you! I'm not fucking around!"
My heart is beating faster and faster, the blood is draining away, my head is fuzzy. He's screaming. He's howling. My vision blurs for a moment. I'm having a hard time keeping the cell door shut as the padlock is starting to weaken, I slam myself up against the door. He hisses in my ear and snaps at me, I refuse to let him out! Not now! Not here! He screeches at me, now a full blown demon of his former self, and his claws rake into my back, spattering the floor with blood.
Get the hell out of here! I can't keep him at bay much longer! Leave! Take that damned scent with you! My will can only go so far!
Suddenly I feel him start to slam himself up against the door! He cannot hear me for he is now deaf with rage, he wouldn't listen if he could. He is completely blind, as his eyes have glazed over with the madness. His maw is drenched with foam and drool, and he can only sputter gurgling gibberish. His claws bloodied from the desperate scraping, and the apathetic slashing of my back. My body is weakening, sweat covers my brow, go away! Run away! I can't-
The door bursts open.
Monday, October 24, 2011
A Trip to San Diego
This weekend I traveled down to San Diego and stayed with Puppy Dizzy, who stayed with me during my event, Leather Men and Dogs 2.
Friday
Good fortune smiled after I left work, I missed the bus to the metro station, but a young man in a huge white van said he saw me miss it, and took pity on my situation. He offered me a ride, which I cautiously accepted, and he turned out to be a very nice guy. His name was James, thank you James, your kindness is deeply appreciated.
From the Blue Line to the Red Line to Union Station and on a Southbound Surfliner, I made my way down to San Diego. Three hours later I found myself on the platform in downtown San Diego, and who should come running up but Dizzy himself. He grabbed me and lifted me in his arms, excited as can be and we shared a deep kiss hello. What a nice welcome to the city! We then walked through the city to a dungeon that was set up in an apartment building above a Ross department store. I then met some members of Dizzy's leather family, Mouse, Timothy, Pup, and Vince, and I met Papa Tony. I could see their love for one another immediately in the way they joked around and poked fun. Papa Tony told a wonderful story of a mud party that was held once in a while in San Diego, where a clay pit was warmed and several people would be inside just rubbing each other over with the liquid clay. He went on to explain that you always left the pit with a partner so that you had someone to help wash you off in the showers next to the pit. He also talked about a labyrinth with glory holes and slings, but the clay pit was by far the more interesting idea for me.
Papa Tony then went on to tell about a mudding experience he had, and proceeded to reenact it with touch, and I instantly enjoyed it, especially when Dizzy and Timothy started in and just smothered my body with soft touch. I stood there fully clothed as they ran their hands and fingers around my chest and arms. It was very relaxing. My shirt was lifted and Timothy introduced me to what was called "the triangle", my eyes closed I could only feel the sharp, serrated edges of something thin and metallic as it was lightly scraped against my stomach. The scene turned up in intensity when Dizzy proceeded to slide my shirt off and flog me for a short time. Afterward they sprayed my back with rubbing alcohol to sanitize, which was a very interesting addition to the whole physical experience. I later learned "the triangle" was nothing more than a cake decorating tool to produce uniform lines in frosting, which Pup jokingly called a "pervertable", which reminded me of a bamboo pen and drinking straw that were used on me on my first time tied to a St. Andrew's cross. We stayed around for a while, until the dungeon closed for the night and everyone made their way home. After Pup and Mouse were so generous to drive us home, Dizzy and I couldn't keep our hands off of each other!
Up two floors to Dizzy's bedroom, which was decorated with deep red walls, and plastic ivy, wrapped around the bunk bed posts, as well as a false tree decorated with string lights that lined the bedroom, giving the room as a whole a soothing forest feel. He restrained me in the bottom bunk and stroked me for ages, and slid his fingers inside of me, massaging my prostate...oh my goddess...just thinking of it makes me sigh. He did it with such love and tenderness, and when I looked into his eyes, I saw it too. I shudder with tears of joy. It felt so good.
Saturday
Saturday afternoon we went to a store called Mankind and shopped for underwear for the underwear contest that was to be held at the Eagle bar that night. After searching for a little while I found a very nice pair of blue meshy underwear on sale that was modest, but still very sexy, and not in that "greasy-glitter-smothered-slut" sort of way. Dizzy found a canister of Piston Grease lubricant that he had been looking for and couldn't find for ages. We then walked all the way over to The Crypt and browsed for a while before meeting up with Michael and Jeff, his sub for the weekend, over at Pleasures and Treasures and saw Anthony Roller who was also one of my judges during my California Leather Sir/boy/Community Bootblack/Puppy contest. We headed back over to Michael's apartment where Jeff was hooded, straitjacketed, and restrained to the bed while we talked for a while. I tried on Michael's new bicycling skinsuit which slid on very nicely and had a butt cushion sewn in to make the suite quite comfortable. Dizzy and I eventually took our leave and made our way back to his house to prepare for the contest. I slipped into my new pair of modestly sexy blue underwear while Dizzy put on a very nice pair of tropical sunset palm tree underpants that really complimented his adorable butt. After dressing in my leathers and Dizzy in his bar gear, Vince picked us up and we made our way to the bar. Upon arriving and after Vince parked the car, we hung out front for a while and spoke to some familiar faces before heading inside.
We found Michael and Jeff at the back, Michael in his marpats and Jeff in irons having a very restricted time of drinking his cocktail. After a short conversation, I found Mike Russel, who produced the California Leather contest and I spoke with him for a short time before Dizzy and I made our way to change into our underwear later that evening. Now in just our boots and briefs we made our way over to the pool table where they were rounding up the contestants. We were introduced one by one, as one of the contestants made his way past us, he attempted to fondle us, I slapped his hand away. Excuse me, do I know you? We were then asked to pair up, which was more than easy as I immediately grabbed Dizzy and held him close. What came next took me off guard a bit, as the first act was to simulate a fuck scene. I wasn't expecting the contest to get so wild so early, I had the idea that we were going to be voted on look and style, hence the title of "underwear contest", which is why I took my time in selecting my outfit for the evening. Before I really could grasp on what was going on, Dizzy took the initiative and bent me over the pool table and dry humped me. I'm very happy it was him, as it wouldn't have felt comfortable with someone I didn't know.
The next pair after us took it to the extreme, screaming and howling, and the bar was filled with a darker energy that reminded me of my last visit to Anvil. I was either oblivious to the atmosphere before, or the preexisting atmosphere became much more potent, but the energy was there. It made me feel uncomfortable. I made sure my hand was on Dizzy as he stood with me. Before long the crowd voted for the pair they enjoyed most, hooting and screaming, and Dizzy and myself were eliminated from the running. In all honesty, I felt relief. I have stood upon stages before in nothing but a thong and boots, I have performed a sexual fantasy in front of an audience, I have been bound and I have been flogged in front of a mass of staring men, and I have opened my heart out while bracing myself against the chilly wind of an outdoor stage, but never have I felt as vulnerable and even a little cheap in a bar before as I did that night.
Dizzy and I headed into the back to change back into our gear before the second act took place, however along the way a silver-haired man moved to fondle my groin. Without thinking I took his hand firmly and yelled in his ear "NO!" and didn't bother waiting for his response. My energy already low, my mood deteriorating at a rapid rate, I wanted to leave very soon. I would learn later that Dizzy was groped by the same man, and he felt just as violated, if not more angry. We took our clothes back and took turns changing, and I used the bathroom before we left. After I was finished I opened the door and found Dizzy standing at a close guard (I learned later that Vince himself had to swat away another greedy, grabbing hand from Dizzy as he blocked the bathroom door for me). We said our goodbyes to Michael and Jeff and took our leave but before we could exit two friends of Dizzy, a Mistress and her boy, were accosted. I walked behind them as we made our way to the exit, and a drunken man playing pool reached over and grabbed the boy's leash which his mistress held. I didn't have to think as I yanked the leash out of his hand and we kept going. The sooner we were out of there the better. Dizzy was infuriated by the man's disrespect, and yelled behind him as we left, the drunk retorted with a dismissive "fuck you", but what more would you expect?
The outside air was a welcome relief, and before long we were headed to a diner for a late meal. The more distance we placed between ourselves and the bar, the better I felt and the easier it was to relax and calm down. Our post-midnight supper was enjoyable, eating out very late at night is a real treat for me. The world is different, and things take on a quieter light, empty diners are intimate and secret places you can hide out in with your friends. It's a subtle adventure of sorts for me, enhanced by the fact that I was in a different city with new companions. After dinner, Vince drove us home after we said our goodbyes to Dizzy's friends. We climbed the stairs and retired to his bedroom, where I fell asleep in his arms, full and happy.
Sunday
Waking up in Dizzy's embrace was a great start to the day. Spending an hour or so talking and cuddling is a fantastic beginning to the morning as well. Eventually we stripped and shared a shower together, he sensually bathed me and we embraced in the cascading warm water, producing a romantic scene I cannot wait to experience again. Afterward it was time for lunch and I happily taught Dizzy one of my favorite recipes, Angel Hair and Sauteed Onions. After lunch I packed and sat on the bed writing in my journal when Dizzy walked in wearing a SWAT vest, camo pants, and a gas mask.
I dropped the pen as well as my jaw.
I was stripped to my underwear, restrained to the top bunk, and he strapped on my neoprene faceguard before dominating me. He slathered me in Piston Grease, making me look like I had just crawled out from under a car. I loved how it looked on my pale skin. I wanted to be his dirty little grease boy! Released from the bunk frame, he ordered me down on the bed and I happily complied. What took place next was nothing more than one of the best sexual experiences I have ever had.
Dizzy made very gentle love to me, taking it slow, taking it easy, making sure I was comfortable and happy the entire way through. It felt beautiful, and he touched me deeply on an emotional level as well as a physical plane. I had never had such a wonderful feeling during sex before, it didn't hurt at any point in time, it all felt so smooth and gentle, as I have always wanted it to. Tears of happiness welled up in my eyes, I savored it all, absorbed every feeling I possibly could as he and I connected. His energy was pure, and it was as obvious as the light spilling in through his window. I saw us in the mirror, and it looked so natural as we made love. I saw the tears in my eyes, I saw his cute face, his slim body...oh so sexy...
We changed positions, and the energy heated from soft and sensual to raging and wild! The world was shaken! Snarling! Roaring! Oh Goddess yes! I'd sooner have torn the bed apart than to abate such a earth-shattering feeling! When I reached my peak and climaxed it was a torrent of ecstasy!
We lay there, greased, sweating, and bliss everywhere, kissing intimately.
The afterglow was so potent it lasted at least an hour and a half afterward. I dozed off several times as I attempted to record the event in my journal, even after a shower and getting dressed.
When it came time to leave, Dizzy walked with me to the corner gas station, and kissed me goodbye before I rode home with Jeff, who was so kind as to give me a ride back with him. I watched him walk away before he was out of sight. I cannot wait to see him again.
Play Safe my dear and cherished friends.
Friday
Good fortune smiled after I left work, I missed the bus to the metro station, but a young man in a huge white van said he saw me miss it, and took pity on my situation. He offered me a ride, which I cautiously accepted, and he turned out to be a very nice guy. His name was James, thank you James, your kindness is deeply appreciated.
From the Blue Line to the Red Line to Union Station and on a Southbound Surfliner, I made my way down to San Diego. Three hours later I found myself on the platform in downtown San Diego, and who should come running up but Dizzy himself. He grabbed me and lifted me in his arms, excited as can be and we shared a deep kiss hello. What a nice welcome to the city! We then walked through the city to a dungeon that was set up in an apartment building above a Ross department store. I then met some members of Dizzy's leather family, Mouse, Timothy, Pup, and Vince, and I met Papa Tony. I could see their love for one another immediately in the way they joked around and poked fun. Papa Tony told a wonderful story of a mud party that was held once in a while in San Diego, where a clay pit was warmed and several people would be inside just rubbing each other over with the liquid clay. He went on to explain that you always left the pit with a partner so that you had someone to help wash you off in the showers next to the pit. He also talked about a labyrinth with glory holes and slings, but the clay pit was by far the more interesting idea for me.
Papa Tony then went on to tell about a mudding experience he had, and proceeded to reenact it with touch, and I instantly enjoyed it, especially when Dizzy and Timothy started in and just smothered my body with soft touch. I stood there fully clothed as they ran their hands and fingers around my chest and arms. It was very relaxing. My shirt was lifted and Timothy introduced me to what was called "the triangle", my eyes closed I could only feel the sharp, serrated edges of something thin and metallic as it was lightly scraped against my stomach. The scene turned up in intensity when Dizzy proceeded to slide my shirt off and flog me for a short time. Afterward they sprayed my back with rubbing alcohol to sanitize, which was a very interesting addition to the whole physical experience. I later learned "the triangle" was nothing more than a cake decorating tool to produce uniform lines in frosting, which Pup jokingly called a "pervertable", which reminded me of a bamboo pen and drinking straw that were used on me on my first time tied to a St. Andrew's cross. We stayed around for a while, until the dungeon closed for the night and everyone made their way home. After Pup and Mouse were so generous to drive us home, Dizzy and I couldn't keep our hands off of each other!
Up two floors to Dizzy's bedroom, which was decorated with deep red walls, and plastic ivy, wrapped around the bunk bed posts, as well as a false tree decorated with string lights that lined the bedroom, giving the room as a whole a soothing forest feel. He restrained me in the bottom bunk and stroked me for ages, and slid his fingers inside of me, massaging my prostate...oh my goddess...just thinking of it makes me sigh. He did it with such love and tenderness, and when I looked into his eyes, I saw it too. I shudder with tears of joy. It felt so good.
Saturday
Saturday afternoon we went to a store called Mankind and shopped for underwear for the underwear contest that was to be held at the Eagle bar that night. After searching for a little while I found a very nice pair of blue meshy underwear on sale that was modest, but still very sexy, and not in that "greasy-glitter-smothered-slut" sort of way. Dizzy found a canister of Piston Grease lubricant that he had been looking for and couldn't find for ages. We then walked all the way over to The Crypt and browsed for a while before meeting up with Michael and Jeff, his sub for the weekend, over at Pleasures and Treasures and saw Anthony Roller who was also one of my judges during my California Leather Sir/boy/Community Bootblack/Puppy contest. We headed back over to Michael's apartment where Jeff was hooded, straitjacketed, and restrained to the bed while we talked for a while. I tried on Michael's new bicycling skinsuit which slid on very nicely and had a butt cushion sewn in to make the suite quite comfortable. Dizzy and I eventually took our leave and made our way back to his house to prepare for the contest. I slipped into my new pair of modestly sexy blue underwear while Dizzy put on a very nice pair of tropical sunset palm tree underpants that really complimented his adorable butt. After dressing in my leathers and Dizzy in his bar gear, Vince picked us up and we made our way to the bar. Upon arriving and after Vince parked the car, we hung out front for a while and spoke to some familiar faces before heading inside.
We found Michael and Jeff at the back, Michael in his marpats and Jeff in irons having a very restricted time of drinking his cocktail. After a short conversation, I found Mike Russel, who produced the California Leather contest and I spoke with him for a short time before Dizzy and I made our way to change into our underwear later that evening. Now in just our boots and briefs we made our way over to the pool table where they were rounding up the contestants. We were introduced one by one, as one of the contestants made his way past us, he attempted to fondle us, I slapped his hand away. Excuse me, do I know you? We were then asked to pair up, which was more than easy as I immediately grabbed Dizzy and held him close. What came next took me off guard a bit, as the first act was to simulate a fuck scene. I wasn't expecting the contest to get so wild so early, I had the idea that we were going to be voted on look and style, hence the title of "underwear contest", which is why I took my time in selecting my outfit for the evening. Before I really could grasp on what was going on, Dizzy took the initiative and bent me over the pool table and dry humped me. I'm very happy it was him, as it wouldn't have felt comfortable with someone I didn't know.
The next pair after us took it to the extreme, screaming and howling, and the bar was filled with a darker energy that reminded me of my last visit to Anvil. I was either oblivious to the atmosphere before, or the preexisting atmosphere became much more potent, but the energy was there. It made me feel uncomfortable. I made sure my hand was on Dizzy as he stood with me. Before long the crowd voted for the pair they enjoyed most, hooting and screaming, and Dizzy and myself were eliminated from the running. In all honesty, I felt relief. I have stood upon stages before in nothing but a thong and boots, I have performed a sexual fantasy in front of an audience, I have been bound and I have been flogged in front of a mass of staring men, and I have opened my heart out while bracing myself against the chilly wind of an outdoor stage, but never have I felt as vulnerable and even a little cheap in a bar before as I did that night.
Dizzy and I headed into the back to change back into our gear before the second act took place, however along the way a silver-haired man moved to fondle my groin. Without thinking I took his hand firmly and yelled in his ear "NO!" and didn't bother waiting for his response. My energy already low, my mood deteriorating at a rapid rate, I wanted to leave very soon. I would learn later that Dizzy was groped by the same man, and he felt just as violated, if not more angry. We took our clothes back and took turns changing, and I used the bathroom before we left. After I was finished I opened the door and found Dizzy standing at a close guard (I learned later that Vince himself had to swat away another greedy, grabbing hand from Dizzy as he blocked the bathroom door for me). We said our goodbyes to Michael and Jeff and took our leave but before we could exit two friends of Dizzy, a Mistress and her boy, were accosted. I walked behind them as we made our way to the exit, and a drunken man playing pool reached over and grabbed the boy's leash which his mistress held. I didn't have to think as I yanked the leash out of his hand and we kept going. The sooner we were out of there the better. Dizzy was infuriated by the man's disrespect, and yelled behind him as we left, the drunk retorted with a dismissive "fuck you", but what more would you expect?
The outside air was a welcome relief, and before long we were headed to a diner for a late meal. The more distance we placed between ourselves and the bar, the better I felt and the easier it was to relax and calm down. Our post-midnight supper was enjoyable, eating out very late at night is a real treat for me. The world is different, and things take on a quieter light, empty diners are intimate and secret places you can hide out in with your friends. It's a subtle adventure of sorts for me, enhanced by the fact that I was in a different city with new companions. After dinner, Vince drove us home after we said our goodbyes to Dizzy's friends. We climbed the stairs and retired to his bedroom, where I fell asleep in his arms, full and happy.
Sunday
Waking up in Dizzy's embrace was a great start to the day. Spending an hour or so talking and cuddling is a fantastic beginning to the morning as well. Eventually we stripped and shared a shower together, he sensually bathed me and we embraced in the cascading warm water, producing a romantic scene I cannot wait to experience again. Afterward it was time for lunch and I happily taught Dizzy one of my favorite recipes, Angel Hair and Sauteed Onions. After lunch I packed and sat on the bed writing in my journal when Dizzy walked in wearing a SWAT vest, camo pants, and a gas mask.
I dropped the pen as well as my jaw.
I was stripped to my underwear, restrained to the top bunk, and he strapped on my neoprene faceguard before dominating me. He slathered me in Piston Grease, making me look like I had just crawled out from under a car. I loved how it looked on my pale skin. I wanted to be his dirty little grease boy! Released from the bunk frame, he ordered me down on the bed and I happily complied. What took place next was nothing more than one of the best sexual experiences I have ever had.
Dizzy made very gentle love to me, taking it slow, taking it easy, making sure I was comfortable and happy the entire way through. It felt beautiful, and he touched me deeply on an emotional level as well as a physical plane. I had never had such a wonderful feeling during sex before, it didn't hurt at any point in time, it all felt so smooth and gentle, as I have always wanted it to. Tears of happiness welled up in my eyes, I savored it all, absorbed every feeling I possibly could as he and I connected. His energy was pure, and it was as obvious as the light spilling in through his window. I saw us in the mirror, and it looked so natural as we made love. I saw the tears in my eyes, I saw his cute face, his slim body...oh so sexy...
We changed positions, and the energy heated from soft and sensual to raging and wild! The world was shaken! Snarling! Roaring! Oh Goddess yes! I'd sooner have torn the bed apart than to abate such a earth-shattering feeling! When I reached my peak and climaxed it was a torrent of ecstasy!
We lay there, greased, sweating, and bliss everywhere, kissing intimately.
The afterglow was so potent it lasted at least an hour and a half afterward. I dozed off several times as I attempted to record the event in my journal, even after a shower and getting dressed.
When it came time to leave, Dizzy walked with me to the corner gas station, and kissed me goodbye before I rode home with Jeff, who was so kind as to give me a ride back with him. I watched him walk away before he was out of sight. I cannot wait to see him again.
Play Safe my dear and cherished friends.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Hottest Things About a Man
A week or so ago a friend of mine and I were talking about different things that make men so attractive and sexy. It was a brief conversation but the idea stuck with me, and I wanted to run with it. So here is a list in no particular order of what I find to be the sexiest kinds of qualities I find in men.
VOICE
Closing your eyes and just listening to another man speak can be pretty erotic to me. Having their voice and words wash over your ears can lead to some fun verbal play. For me a deep voice can be very attractive, it's masculine, powerful, and it just reaches down there and grips me hard, making me swoon. An accent is also very attractive, it adds a lot of flavor to a man for me. I have three main accents that I love to death.
The Southern Boy - A down home country boy, fresh off the farm in the big city. So fresh he's got a little hay still stuck in his cowboy hat from when he was wrestling with his big brother in the barn that morning. I love a southern boy, especially with that attitude of southern hospitality. Chivalrous, polite, and innocent...just begging to be corrupted.
The British Gentleman - Now it's fairly common that people will enjoy a British accent, and why not? It sounds refined, intelligent, and embodies the idea of a wealthy, polite gentleman. A man who you would assume wears a nice suit everywhere, who is knowledgeable about the world, who does discuss politics but doesn't get flustered about them. A man who you can take home to mother, and then get naughty under the sheets with.
The Australian Outbacker - Nothing gets me excited like a sexy Aussie! WOOF! Just hearing that voice in a room immediately perks my ears up. A man who knows his way around the wild badlands, scruffy and dusty, powerful and intimidating. Someone who can hurl a knife through a door to stab the bastard on the other side in the back, and then lifts you into his arms and carries you out of the bar.
FACE
Hair - Dark short hair, deep brown or black, cleanly cut and spiked is really sexy, as it gives a wild and fun-loving appearance. The feel of a prickly head of hair under my palm as I gently run it over his head tickles not only my skin but my fancy as well. Also the strict military-grade buzz. Serious, but intriguing, and also fun to run your fingers through, reminding me of a police officer or an army grunt, gruff and manly.
Eyes - Dark eyes, they give a mysterious quality to a man. I find myself staring deep into them, wondering who is behind them, what secrets they may never tell. When I catch them looking me over, cruising me...maybe even undressing me with that shimmer of mischief behind them...I can't help but smile.
When his eyes are fiercely dominant, they pierce me, stabbing stakes that keep me nailed to the floor on my hands and knees. It has happened only once before, when a gaze has pierced my very being, I was shaking, trembling. He pinned me to the ground with only his fierce unrelenting gaze. I teared up in lustful fear. I could only choke out..."What is your order, Sir?"
When his eyes are pleadingly submissive, innocent, youthful, vulnerable, maybe even a little scared and nervous I feel a need to dominate them with love and tenderness. To take him into my chest and assure them they are safe in my arms, that they can let go of anxiety, let go of reservation, that all I want to do to them is make them feel the utmost of pleasure and euphoria. To make him loudly moan in ecstasy becomes my goal with that look in their eyes.
Facial Hair - A firm square jaw that is brushed with stubble, clean sandpaper just screams masculine to me. A neatly trimmed beard is fine, a clean shaven face is hot, but that light stubble will make me want to run my fingers down your cheek before they land on your shirt and pull you in for a long, deep kiss.
BODY
Height - Tall! I want them tall! 6 foot anything! The gentle giant, the tower of muscle, stand out in a crowd by standing over them! Loom over me, your face looking down on mine, a sense of peace enters my body when I'm in the presence of tall men. Gentle giants are a favorite, show me you are a man who is in serene control as you stand several stories above me, and I will show you a boy who wants nothing more than to kneel at your boots!
Skin - It varies from man to man, dark skin on one will have a different effect for me than on another. However light to pale skin seems to attract my attention most, with light hair to hairless and smooth. I love the feeling of soft smooth skin underneath my fingertips as I run them down his chest and explore his body.
Muscle - Toned, firm, and bulging arms catch my eye and trap my attention as his shirt strains to contain the power within. Thick muscled legs, that could easily plow through a door with a well-aimed kick. But neither draw my lustful eye that a set of well-defined abs do. Those mouth-watering 6-packs, glistening with sweat from his recent work out, or dripping wet from diving into the pool. If I catch you with your shirt off, you'll catch me walking right into a wall as I am helpless to tear my gaze away, mumbling over how I wish you'd throw me over your shoulder as you carry me into the house, or cradle me in your arms as you take me into the dungeon and kick the door shut behind you!
Butt - I am absolutely fascinated with a nice firm butt, an ass that you can bounce a quarter off of, cheeks that could crush walnuts! Something nice and tight my hands will grip, smooth and soft, but teeming with muscle! You may even make me want to kiss your ass!
CLOTHES
Leather is always fun, black and masculine, tough and hardy. Rubber is mysterious, slick and almost sinister in nature. Uniforms don't need any explanation, and riding armor is always a fun little ego trip, but you don't need a closet full of gear to steal a glance from me. A set of jeans that show off his great butt, a tight muscle shirt that hints at his broad chest, boots to show me who has some power in his step, and once in a while a business suit can really bring the class of a man out to shine. When he wears it right, it makes me want to rip it off of him that much sooner, or even...make him leave it on...
AGE
This tends to fluctuate with my tastes. Completely across the board, as I've been attracted to the youngest being around 21 years old, to men as seasoned as 50 or so. My heart desires a man around my age but older, but my experiences tend to lead to disappointment when he reveals that he is immature in the sense of being a man. (It becomes even more disappointing when I come out to be the more mature one than someone twice my age.)
Experience and Wisdom - I adore a guy who can teach me something. Show me something new and interesting! Tell me your childhood stories! Share your hilarious life experiences with me! Whisper your tragedies into my listening ears. Confide your embarrassments with my heart. Warn me of pitfalls that may lay before me in my life's path. If I can avoid and learn from the mistakes of others, then that is more time saved in my life to dedicate to learning something that is impossible to teach, and must be experienced by the fires of life. There's nothing quite like a date that lasts into the night, where time is easily lost as we've done nothing but talk.
ATTITUDE
A kind heart, a gentle smile, a warm welcoming man who makes me feel safely at ease. The fun-loving comedian that makes me laugh and keeps me smiling. The dominant mentor who can grip my obedient attention. The shy, soft spoken man of few words who draws my intrigue and only fires my desire to see him bloom. The slightly reckless, wild man who shocks me but makes me wish I had his courage or lack of sanity. These men are fun!
When they say that confidence is sexy, they aren't kidding. I enjoy the confidant, well spoken type who carry themselves well and believe in their own strengths, skills, and ability. However...the exact second this confidence slides down into the sickening underbelly of arrogance, my lust will turn to stone, and I will toss his name to the wind. Hotness is something you are blessed with, coolness is something you are rumored to be. When you earn these titles you must never speak of them, because the moment you go to show them off, the trophies vanish from their shelves and are never to be seen again.
Shy men who are slightly nervous make me feel confidant, they draw me in with blushes, sweating brows. They tug on the strings of my heart to encourage them, to stand behind them, to pick them up off their knees and show them just how amazing they are. When they tremble in my arms, I smile, knowing that they are safe with me, for I only want them to be happy and at ease.
So what do you find sexy in a man? What makes you hard and wet? What grips your lust and yanks at your desire?
Tell me.
Play Safe.
VOICE
Closing your eyes and just listening to another man speak can be pretty erotic to me. Having their voice and words wash over your ears can lead to some fun verbal play. For me a deep voice can be very attractive, it's masculine, powerful, and it just reaches down there and grips me hard, making me swoon. An accent is also very attractive, it adds a lot of flavor to a man for me. I have three main accents that I love to death.
The Southern Boy - A down home country boy, fresh off the farm in the big city. So fresh he's got a little hay still stuck in his cowboy hat from when he was wrestling with his big brother in the barn that morning. I love a southern boy, especially with that attitude of southern hospitality. Chivalrous, polite, and innocent...just begging to be corrupted.
The British Gentleman - Now it's fairly common that people will enjoy a British accent, and why not? It sounds refined, intelligent, and embodies the idea of a wealthy, polite gentleman. A man who you would assume wears a nice suit everywhere, who is knowledgeable about the world, who does discuss politics but doesn't get flustered about them. A man who you can take home to mother, and then get naughty under the sheets with.
The Australian Outbacker - Nothing gets me excited like a sexy Aussie! WOOF! Just hearing that voice in a room immediately perks my ears up. A man who knows his way around the wild badlands, scruffy and dusty, powerful and intimidating. Someone who can hurl a knife through a door to stab the bastard on the other side in the back, and then lifts you into his arms and carries you out of the bar.
FACE
Hair - Dark short hair, deep brown or black, cleanly cut and spiked is really sexy, as it gives a wild and fun-loving appearance. The feel of a prickly head of hair under my palm as I gently run it over his head tickles not only my skin but my fancy as well. Also the strict military-grade buzz. Serious, but intriguing, and also fun to run your fingers through, reminding me of a police officer or an army grunt, gruff and manly.
Eyes - Dark eyes, they give a mysterious quality to a man. I find myself staring deep into them, wondering who is behind them, what secrets they may never tell. When I catch them looking me over, cruising me...maybe even undressing me with that shimmer of mischief behind them...I can't help but smile.
When his eyes are fiercely dominant, they pierce me, stabbing stakes that keep me nailed to the floor on my hands and knees. It has happened only once before, when a gaze has pierced my very being, I was shaking, trembling. He pinned me to the ground with only his fierce unrelenting gaze. I teared up in lustful fear. I could only choke out..."What is your order, Sir?"
When his eyes are pleadingly submissive, innocent, youthful, vulnerable, maybe even a little scared and nervous I feel a need to dominate them with love and tenderness. To take him into my chest and assure them they are safe in my arms, that they can let go of anxiety, let go of reservation, that all I want to do to them is make them feel the utmost of pleasure and euphoria. To make him loudly moan in ecstasy becomes my goal with that look in their eyes.
Facial Hair - A firm square jaw that is brushed with stubble, clean sandpaper just screams masculine to me. A neatly trimmed beard is fine, a clean shaven face is hot, but that light stubble will make me want to run my fingers down your cheek before they land on your shirt and pull you in for a long, deep kiss.
BODY
Height - Tall! I want them tall! 6 foot anything! The gentle giant, the tower of muscle, stand out in a crowd by standing over them! Loom over me, your face looking down on mine, a sense of peace enters my body when I'm in the presence of tall men. Gentle giants are a favorite, show me you are a man who is in serene control as you stand several stories above me, and I will show you a boy who wants nothing more than to kneel at your boots!
Skin - It varies from man to man, dark skin on one will have a different effect for me than on another. However light to pale skin seems to attract my attention most, with light hair to hairless and smooth. I love the feeling of soft smooth skin underneath my fingertips as I run them down his chest and explore his body.
Muscle - Toned, firm, and bulging arms catch my eye and trap my attention as his shirt strains to contain the power within. Thick muscled legs, that could easily plow through a door with a well-aimed kick. But neither draw my lustful eye that a set of well-defined abs do. Those mouth-watering 6-packs, glistening with sweat from his recent work out, or dripping wet from diving into the pool. If I catch you with your shirt off, you'll catch me walking right into a wall as I am helpless to tear my gaze away, mumbling over how I wish you'd throw me over your shoulder as you carry me into the house, or cradle me in your arms as you take me into the dungeon and kick the door shut behind you!
Butt - I am absolutely fascinated with a nice firm butt, an ass that you can bounce a quarter off of, cheeks that could crush walnuts! Something nice and tight my hands will grip, smooth and soft, but teeming with muscle! You may even make me want to kiss your ass!
CLOTHES
Leather is always fun, black and masculine, tough and hardy. Rubber is mysterious, slick and almost sinister in nature. Uniforms don't need any explanation, and riding armor is always a fun little ego trip, but you don't need a closet full of gear to steal a glance from me. A set of jeans that show off his great butt, a tight muscle shirt that hints at his broad chest, boots to show me who has some power in his step, and once in a while a business suit can really bring the class of a man out to shine. When he wears it right, it makes me want to rip it off of him that much sooner, or even...make him leave it on...
AGE
This tends to fluctuate with my tastes. Completely across the board, as I've been attracted to the youngest being around 21 years old, to men as seasoned as 50 or so. My heart desires a man around my age but older, but my experiences tend to lead to disappointment when he reveals that he is immature in the sense of being a man. (It becomes even more disappointing when I come out to be the more mature one than someone twice my age.)
Experience and Wisdom - I adore a guy who can teach me something. Show me something new and interesting! Tell me your childhood stories! Share your hilarious life experiences with me! Whisper your tragedies into my listening ears. Confide your embarrassments with my heart. Warn me of pitfalls that may lay before me in my life's path. If I can avoid and learn from the mistakes of others, then that is more time saved in my life to dedicate to learning something that is impossible to teach, and must be experienced by the fires of life. There's nothing quite like a date that lasts into the night, where time is easily lost as we've done nothing but talk.
ATTITUDE
A kind heart, a gentle smile, a warm welcoming man who makes me feel safely at ease. The fun-loving comedian that makes me laugh and keeps me smiling. The dominant mentor who can grip my obedient attention. The shy, soft spoken man of few words who draws my intrigue and only fires my desire to see him bloom. The slightly reckless, wild man who shocks me but makes me wish I had his courage or lack of sanity. These men are fun!
When they say that confidence is sexy, they aren't kidding. I enjoy the confidant, well spoken type who carry themselves well and believe in their own strengths, skills, and ability. However...the exact second this confidence slides down into the sickening underbelly of arrogance, my lust will turn to stone, and I will toss his name to the wind. Hotness is something you are blessed with, coolness is something you are rumored to be. When you earn these titles you must never speak of them, because the moment you go to show them off, the trophies vanish from their shelves and are never to be seen again.
Shy men who are slightly nervous make me feel confidant, they draw me in with blushes, sweating brows. They tug on the strings of my heart to encourage them, to stand behind them, to pick them up off their knees and show them just how amazing they are. When they tremble in my arms, I smile, knowing that they are safe with me, for I only want them to be happy and at ease.
So what do you find sexy in a man? What makes you hard and wet? What grips your lust and yanks at your desire?
Tell me.
Play Safe.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Leather Men and Dogs 2!
This past weekend I held my second event as California Leather boy 2012 at the Mineshaft Bar, the sequel to my first event and at the same location! Robbie, the manager, enjoyed Leather Men and Dogs so much that he insisted we do it again!
This weekend I was also visited by the fun, lovable, and very sexy puppy, Dizzy! He stayed with me over the course of Friday night to Sunday night and we got into plenty of trouble together. His first night we didn't even make it inside my front door before we started kissing. That was a surefire sign the weekend was going to be extremely enjoyable. I met Dizzy while I was down in San Diego for Gay Pride this year, I had only two meets with him, the first was during the parade. I saw him on the corner of the street and thought he was so adorable and went over to say hi for a second before moving on. Then I was lucky to see him again at the festival and exchange information. Now he was on my floor, naked as he drove the Dark Fox right out of his den and I was biting his flesh, making him whimper. I was a drooling, snarling animal. The first night went on to include a lube gunge scene in the shower and the feeling like I had discovered a best friend lost from childhood whom I had never met before.
Now, before we begin going into my event, allow me to thank those who contributed and helped make the night possible and an incredible success!
- Skobar Photography for the photo that made my poster!
- Mineshaft Bar and Robbie for hosting my event!
- DJ Dru Wave for providing the excellent music!
- The Crypt on Broadway for donating prize bags!
- Chewy Morin for boot blacking!
- Dino for assistance with MC!
- Vertis for selling raffle tickets!
- Puppy Cockpit for helping with the semi-silent raffle!
- Richard for watching the door!
Thank you so much!
The night began as Dizzy and I were walking down Broadway, he in his sexy tall strapped boots, camo shorts, studded belt, fuzzy tail, and a sexy black shirt. I wore my engineers, leather pants, blue fox tail, Title Vest which Slutbottom Chris had so generously put together for me, my medal, a pair of fingerless leather gloves that Dizzy loaned to me for the evening, my new shirt "Cancel my subscription, I've had enough of your issues." which shall henceforth be called my "smartass shirt", along with the Muir Cap that Puppy Cockpit had gifted to me during our Folsom Weekend. I felt powerful! Walking into the Mineshaft...it was fairly empty. I honestly felt a little shock, before remembering that it was only 8:00pm, I had wanted to get there an hour early to make sure everything was in place, and nightlife doesn't start that early. Seeing that things were in place, and that I felt fairly tired (being up til 3:00am the night prior doing dirty things with my puppy guest of course) so I decided to take Dizzy for a walk down to Rite Aide to grab an energy booster. Leashed and collared, I led Dizzy down Broadway, past the Paradise Piano Bar, and right inside Rite Aide where I waited in line, Dizzy at my side still collared and leashed and pupping out a bit, until we met with the cashier to grab my energy booster. She was all smiles, and a little bashful, but very nice. As we walked back into the night, the biggest smile grew upon my lips.
I just did that. Nice.
Earlier that night I had received a text from Robbie asking if I could MC at the last minute. I felt that I had never really MC'd before, but who else was going to do it!? I said yes, and grew slightly nervous. Walking back inside I looked at the stage and felt anxiety creep itself into my chest. What was I going to say...but wait, I had already written down everything I wanted to say, so what's the big deal? Why was it starting to be a big deal? Time passed, and I sat with Dizzy, waiting for people to arrive. 8:30 came, then 9:00, then 9:30, I was growing anxious. I had made the Internet my bitch with advertising the event. Gearfetish, Recon, Fetlife, no kinky social website was safe from my poster. It wasn't until 10:00pm that people started to filter in, (damn you Gay Standard Time...freaking me out like that) it was then I noticed we hadn't assigned anyone to the raffle table. I stood there and tried to think of a solution. I could do it, but how do I go about it? Why were my thoughts locking up? My mind went blank, right when I needed it most.
I quickly went to Dino and asked if he could assist me with starting things up, once the ball was rolling I could jump in after him, but I just needed things to begin. The energy was standing still and I just couldn't move forward for some reason, most likely due to the sudden situation. Dino agreed before I could even finish my sentence, I then went to Vertis and asked if he could sell raffle tickets and thankfully Cockpit joined in to work the raffle table as he did last time. You guys really saved my ass, and I really am thankful you were there for me. I am blessed.
Once Dino got on the mic and started the event, things began to flow, and I could begin to read the energy, my thoughts thawed and things began to fall into place, my mind ran to catch up and before I knew it I felt more and more in control. The event went off beautifully, I thanked everyone who made the event possible, then later I made a small speech which I had planned for Folsom in the instance that we needed to make one, but it wasn't necessary, so I kept it for this night. The night was so much fun, pups and handlers came out including my good friend Gaelan and his puppy Kiba who I met at my first event and quickly became friends. A handful of titleholders were in attendance, Chewy Morin (Mr. Ashram West Leather 2010), Ian Bin (Mr. Long Beach Leather 2011), Evan (Mr. Pistons 2011), Neal (Mr. CSW Leather 2012), Alex Kitay (Mr. Long Beach Leather 2010), Dino Garcia (Mr. Bullet Leather 2008), and Rob Read (Northeast Leatherboy 2002).
I took the opportunity afterward to jump in the boot blacking chair and have Chewy work on my engineers. I watched him transform the small scuffs, tiny marks, and dust of my journey into a fresh black leather shimmer. I immediately fell in love with my boots all over again!
During the party, Dino had approached me and gently took off my Muir Cap and said that as I was a Leather boy titleholder that it may not be appropriate for me to wear the hat. I smiled back at him and gently took the hat back and placed it on my head once more. I said that not only have I seen pictures of traditional Old Guard boys wearing these hats in submission, that I also wore the hat respectfully; that I also knew how to wear it by never touching the brim, tucking the hat gently under one arm when not on my head, donning and removing it by the sides with both hands. I continued and said that I did not care if people had a problem with it, I knew that I wasn't taking the hat lightly and if they got upset then that was their problem and no concern of mine. He was thrilled with my answer, shaking me and saying "YES!" Furthermore, I believe I am worthy of wearing the Muir Cap. For a short period I did mentor a boy, and it would have been very disrespectful if I had not worn the hat at my own event, as it was a generous and beautiful gift from my puppy Cockpit, who also feels that I am worthy of wearing it.
During the evening someone took me aside and asked about someone who was shirtless, collared, and leashed and inquired about if they were being exploited. I told them that it was a form of submission and humiliation, and assured them that if the sub didn't enjoy it, he wouldn't have had that huge smile on his face as he looked into the eyes of his dom. They seemed to relax a little, and I knew they wouldn't immediately understand, but I felt as if I cleared up a good portion of their confusion.
The night began to wane, it was past midnight and the party was losing energy bit by bit. People slowly filtering out, but the music was still just as loud. My new friend Casey whom I had met at a neighbor's courtyard party arrived. Unfortunately the person he was coming with didn't show, and he came alone. I had helped him that afternoon with deciding between a harness or a collar for the evening, he really wanted to gear up for my event and I was very touched. We had decided on a collar and chain leash for him. He looked very sexy, and I made sure he was aware of it.
Casey handed me his leather collar, and I unofficially collared a boy (albeit temporarily) that night. It felt good to wrap the collar around his neck, and to slide the leather into place. He then joined me on the bench at the side of the bar and we relaxed together. Dizzy, Casey, and myself, my hands on their knees. It felt as if I were on a throne, surveying the handiwork which my friends and I helped put together, my hands resting on two very sexy, handsome men on either side of me. Soon some people entered the bar, and I immediately recognized them! It was getting late and I had began to think they would not have been able to make it, but there they were!
My coworkers David, Chace, and Abby came in and saw me in my full gear, loosened up, and with a powerful energy flowing in my body. I felt I was showing them my darker, more powerful side, and that I wasn't just the nice little gamer boy next door, that I could be a man of the night and shadows. Chace kept looking at me, shaking his head and smiling in disbelief, and he said that I looked amazing. Which only hurled my mood even higher into the night sky.
After the lights came on and we were shooed out the door, Dizzy and I walked Casey home, their leashes in my hands. Walking in the night, leather boots clomping on the sidewalk, a tight grip on leashes clipped to collars around the necks of two handsome men on either side of me. What man wouldn't feel powerful and tall, as well as blessed to have such an honor bestowed upon him?
Thank you my dear friends.
Play Safe.
This weekend I was also visited by the fun, lovable, and very sexy puppy, Dizzy! He stayed with me over the course of Friday night to Sunday night and we got into plenty of trouble together. His first night we didn't even make it inside my front door before we started kissing. That was a surefire sign the weekend was going to be extremely enjoyable. I met Dizzy while I was down in San Diego for Gay Pride this year, I had only two meets with him, the first was during the parade. I saw him on the corner of the street and thought he was so adorable and went over to say hi for a second before moving on. Then I was lucky to see him again at the festival and exchange information. Now he was on my floor, naked as he drove the Dark Fox right out of his den and I was biting his flesh, making him whimper. I was a drooling, snarling animal. The first night went on to include a lube gunge scene in the shower and the feeling like I had discovered a best friend lost from childhood whom I had never met before.
Now, before we begin going into my event, allow me to thank those who contributed and helped make the night possible and an incredible success!
- Skobar Photography for the photo that made my poster!
- Mineshaft Bar and Robbie for hosting my event!
- DJ Dru Wave for providing the excellent music!
- The Crypt on Broadway for donating prize bags!
- Chewy Morin for boot blacking!
- Dino for assistance with MC!
- Vertis for selling raffle tickets!
- Puppy Cockpit for helping with the semi-silent raffle!
- Richard for watching the door!
Thank you so much!
The night began as Dizzy and I were walking down Broadway, he in his sexy tall strapped boots, camo shorts, studded belt, fuzzy tail, and a sexy black shirt. I wore my engineers, leather pants, blue fox tail, Title Vest which Slutbottom Chris had so generously put together for me, my medal, a pair of fingerless leather gloves that Dizzy loaned to me for the evening, my new shirt "Cancel my subscription, I've had enough of your issues." which shall henceforth be called my "smartass shirt", along with the Muir Cap that Puppy Cockpit had gifted to me during our Folsom Weekend. I felt powerful! Walking into the Mineshaft...it was fairly empty. I honestly felt a little shock, before remembering that it was only 8:00pm, I had wanted to get there an hour early to make sure everything was in place, and nightlife doesn't start that early. Seeing that things were in place, and that I felt fairly tired (being up til 3:00am the night prior doing dirty things with my puppy guest of course) so I decided to take Dizzy for a walk down to Rite Aide to grab an energy booster. Leashed and collared, I led Dizzy down Broadway, past the Paradise Piano Bar, and right inside Rite Aide where I waited in line, Dizzy at my side still collared and leashed and pupping out a bit, until we met with the cashier to grab my energy booster. She was all smiles, and a little bashful, but very nice. As we walked back into the night, the biggest smile grew upon my lips.
I just did that. Nice.
Earlier that night I had received a text from Robbie asking if I could MC at the last minute. I felt that I had never really MC'd before, but who else was going to do it!? I said yes, and grew slightly nervous. Walking back inside I looked at the stage and felt anxiety creep itself into my chest. What was I going to say...but wait, I had already written down everything I wanted to say, so what's the big deal? Why was it starting to be a big deal? Time passed, and I sat with Dizzy, waiting for people to arrive. 8:30 came, then 9:00, then 9:30, I was growing anxious. I had made the Internet my bitch with advertising the event. Gearfetish, Recon, Fetlife, no kinky social website was safe from my poster. It wasn't until 10:00pm that people started to filter in, (damn you Gay Standard Time...freaking me out like that) it was then I noticed we hadn't assigned anyone to the raffle table. I stood there and tried to think of a solution. I could do it, but how do I go about it? Why were my thoughts locking up? My mind went blank, right when I needed it most.
I quickly went to Dino and asked if he could assist me with starting things up, once the ball was rolling I could jump in after him, but I just needed things to begin. The energy was standing still and I just couldn't move forward for some reason, most likely due to the sudden situation. Dino agreed before I could even finish my sentence, I then went to Vertis and asked if he could sell raffle tickets and thankfully Cockpit joined in to work the raffle table as he did last time. You guys really saved my ass, and I really am thankful you were there for me. I am blessed.
Once Dino got on the mic and started the event, things began to flow, and I could begin to read the energy, my thoughts thawed and things began to fall into place, my mind ran to catch up and before I knew it I felt more and more in control. The event went off beautifully, I thanked everyone who made the event possible, then later I made a small speech which I had planned for Folsom in the instance that we needed to make one, but it wasn't necessary, so I kept it for this night. The night was so much fun, pups and handlers came out including my good friend Gaelan and his puppy Kiba who I met at my first event and quickly became friends. A handful of titleholders were in attendance, Chewy Morin (Mr. Ashram West Leather 2010), Ian Bin (Mr. Long Beach Leather 2011), Evan (Mr. Pistons 2011), Neal (Mr. CSW Leather 2012), Alex Kitay (Mr. Long Beach Leather 2010), Dino Garcia (Mr. Bullet Leather 2008), and Rob Read (Northeast Leatherboy 2002).
I took the opportunity afterward to jump in the boot blacking chair and have Chewy work on my engineers. I watched him transform the small scuffs, tiny marks, and dust of my journey into a fresh black leather shimmer. I immediately fell in love with my boots all over again!
During the party, Dino had approached me and gently took off my Muir Cap and said that as I was a Leather boy titleholder that it may not be appropriate for me to wear the hat. I smiled back at him and gently took the hat back and placed it on my head once more. I said that not only have I seen pictures of traditional Old Guard boys wearing these hats in submission, that I also wore the hat respectfully; that I also knew how to wear it by never touching the brim, tucking the hat gently under one arm when not on my head, donning and removing it by the sides with both hands. I continued and said that I did not care if people had a problem with it, I knew that I wasn't taking the hat lightly and if they got upset then that was their problem and no concern of mine. He was thrilled with my answer, shaking me and saying "YES!" Furthermore, I believe I am worthy of wearing the Muir Cap. For a short period I did mentor a boy, and it would have been very disrespectful if I had not worn the hat at my own event, as it was a generous and beautiful gift from my puppy Cockpit, who also feels that I am worthy of wearing it.
During the evening someone took me aside and asked about someone who was shirtless, collared, and leashed and inquired about if they were being exploited. I told them that it was a form of submission and humiliation, and assured them that if the sub didn't enjoy it, he wouldn't have had that huge smile on his face as he looked into the eyes of his dom. They seemed to relax a little, and I knew they wouldn't immediately understand, but I felt as if I cleared up a good portion of their confusion.
The night began to wane, it was past midnight and the party was losing energy bit by bit. People slowly filtering out, but the music was still just as loud. My new friend Casey whom I had met at a neighbor's courtyard party arrived. Unfortunately the person he was coming with didn't show, and he came alone. I had helped him that afternoon with deciding between a harness or a collar for the evening, he really wanted to gear up for my event and I was very touched. We had decided on a collar and chain leash for him. He looked very sexy, and I made sure he was aware of it.
Casey handed me his leather collar, and I unofficially collared a boy (albeit temporarily) that night. It felt good to wrap the collar around his neck, and to slide the leather into place. He then joined me on the bench at the side of the bar and we relaxed together. Dizzy, Casey, and myself, my hands on their knees. It felt as if I were on a throne, surveying the handiwork which my friends and I helped put together, my hands resting on two very sexy, handsome men on either side of me. Soon some people entered the bar, and I immediately recognized them! It was getting late and I had began to think they would not have been able to make it, but there they were!
My coworkers David, Chace, and Abby came in and saw me in my full gear, loosened up, and with a powerful energy flowing in my body. I felt I was showing them my darker, more powerful side, and that I wasn't just the nice little gamer boy next door, that I could be a man of the night and shadows. Chace kept looking at me, shaking his head and smiling in disbelief, and he said that I looked amazing. Which only hurled my mood even higher into the night sky.
After the lights came on and we were shooed out the door, Dizzy and I walked Casey home, their leashes in my hands. Walking in the night, leather boots clomping on the sidewalk, a tight grip on leashes clipped to collars around the necks of two handsome men on either side of me. What man wouldn't feel powerful and tall, as well as blessed to have such an honor bestowed upon him?
Thank you my dear friends.
Play Safe.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Fetish Interview #1 - Scat
As a journalist who deals with fetishes, I feel that it is important to learn as much about the hundreds of fetishes out there as I possibly can, even fetishes and kinks that I myself do not have an interest in, those which confuse or puzzle me, and those I am completely in the dark about so I may take this new information and educate those who follow me in a neutral or positive way. I feel that information can be a very delicate and fragile thing, one misunderstanding and a misconception can run wild and rampant with little to stop it.
As this next fetish is one many shy away from, it was very important that I gain as much information upon it as possible from a person who is involved with it, as well as keep my own mind neutral and blank.
My friend has told me that you may ask him any questions you may have about his fetish in the comments, and that he shall respond to them. My personal preference is that you all keep it civil, please. The following interview is copied and pasted directly from our email correspondence, I have not edited nor changed any information in order to keep the integrity of the information intact.
Fetish Interview #1 - Scat
1) How did you discover your interest with scat?
I met this Dom online- journalism major, very much my type. We met
in the Wet and Messy room on gay.com. We had phone sex, and
afterwards we got to talking, and it turned into him training me to do
scat over the telephone.
My first real world experience was with a guy from manscat.com. He
saw that I was into star trek, and messaged me, and it went from
there... and pretty soon he was dumping in my mouth and I in his and
then we spent the entire night together cuddled covered with shit. It
was amazing!
2) What about scat turns you on?
The dominance and submission, the fetish, the self-conceptualization
as a scat pig...
It's really hard to explain unless you've done it, but it's probably
the most intense play I've ever done.
3) How does one play in a scat fetish scene? What would you say is common scat play?
One common type of scene is eating/feeding, where one person takes a
dump into the other person's mouth. Other types of play include
smearing, shitfucking (where you fuck an ass full of shit, generally
bareback but sometimes with a condom), and farming (which is eating
turds that you find in public, very rare).
4) How many other people do you know of, just a number, who also enjoy scat play?
I've played with maybe 30 people, but I estimate there are probably
500 gay men in San Francisco into scat.
5) What would you say is a scat fantasy of yours?
My biggest fantasy is to have a live-in scat slave that I could feed
every morning ;-)
6) How do you play safely in a scat scene? What are some risks to health and safety that might arise or exist during play?
Well, the main risk is parasites and Hep A. It's good to be make sure
you're vaccinated for Hep A before starting- I think it's a sequence
of three shots. Also make sure your Top is in good health, and don't
play if you have a stomachache or a cold.
7) I know that this scene isn't very popular, have you ever run into any negative reactions to when people find your interest in scat?
Well, a lot of people list in their profiles "no scat." I've even
caught scat players listing "no scat" in their profiles just to fit in
with everyone else so that they don't scare people away. It's a sad
day when you have to claim not to be into something just to fit in.
The usual response when people hear that I'm into it is, "Oh, I'm not
into that." You're the first person that's really wanted to hear
more about my experiences and learn what it meant to me, and I
appreciate that.
8) How did you overcome the smell of scat?
Practice, practice, practice :). Over time you come to eroticize it and connect it with arousal.
Thank you for reading, and thanks to my friend who took the time to explain his fetish to me.
Play Safe.
As this next fetish is one many shy away from, it was very important that I gain as much information upon it as possible from a person who is involved with it, as well as keep my own mind neutral and blank.
My friend has told me that you may ask him any questions you may have about his fetish in the comments, and that he shall respond to them. My personal preference is that you all keep it civil, please. The following interview is copied and pasted directly from our email correspondence, I have not edited nor changed any information in order to keep the integrity of the information intact.
Fetish Interview #1 - Scat
1) How did you discover your interest with scat?
I met this Dom online- journalism major, very much my type. We met
in the Wet and Messy room on gay.com. We had phone sex, and
afterwards we got to talking, and it turned into him training me to do
scat over the telephone.
My first real world experience was with a guy from manscat.com. He
saw that I was into star trek, and messaged me, and it went from
there... and pretty soon he was dumping in my mouth and I in his and
then we spent the entire night together cuddled covered with shit. It
was amazing!
2) What about scat turns you on?
The dominance and submission, the fetish, the self-conceptualization
as a scat pig...
It's really hard to explain unless you've done it, but it's probably
the most intense play I've ever done.
3) How does one play in a scat fetish scene? What would you say is common scat play?
One common type of scene is eating/feeding, where one person takes a
dump into the other person's mouth. Other types of play include
smearing, shitfucking (where you fuck an ass full of shit, generally
bareback but sometimes with a condom), and farming (which is eating
turds that you find in public, very rare).
4) How many other people do you know of, just a number, who also enjoy scat play?
I've played with maybe 30 people, but I estimate there are probably
500 gay men in San Francisco into scat.
5) What would you say is a scat fantasy of yours?
My biggest fantasy is to have a live-in scat slave that I could feed
every morning ;-)
6) How do you play safely in a scat scene? What are some risks to health and safety that might arise or exist during play?
Well, the main risk is parasites and Hep A. It's good to be make sure
you're vaccinated for Hep A before starting- I think it's a sequence
of three shots. Also make sure your Top is in good health, and don't
play if you have a stomachache or a cold.
7) I know that this scene isn't very popular, have you ever run into any negative reactions to when people find your interest in scat?
Well, a lot of people list in their profiles "no scat." I've even
caught scat players listing "no scat" in their profiles just to fit in
with everyone else so that they don't scare people away. It's a sad
day when you have to claim not to be into something just to fit in.
The usual response when people hear that I'm into it is, "Oh, I'm not
into that." You're the first person that's really wanted to hear
more about my experiences and learn what it meant to me, and I
appreciate that.
8) How did you overcome the smell of scat?
Practice, practice, practice :). Over time you come to eroticize it and connect it with arousal.
Thank you for reading, and thanks to my friend who took the time to explain his fetish to me.
Play Safe.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Folsom Weekend 2011!
Four days of the most incredible experiences, and a real look at San Francisco, and it is all thanks to Puppy Cockpit! Thank you my dear pup. I deeply appreciate it all!
FRIDAY
My dear puppy Cockpit and I flew up to San Francisco and made ourselves comfortable at the hotel before we headed out to Don Ramon's for the Puppy Supper held by the San Francisco K-9 Unit!
When we arrived they had a little table set up where we selected our meal package and received a colored table card which made it even more fun! Heading up the stairs, the pups had taken over the entire second floor! The balcony banister was covered with white sheets for privacy, and the men were already pupping out in gear, on all fours, collared, and even bounding across the floor in mitts! Those who didn't pup out were standing around in leather and gear chatting at the tables and petting the pups as they whined for attention.
The dinner itself was fantastic, those who were pupping ate out of their dog bowls on the floor, and I had the pleasure of cutting up Cockpit's meal and scraping it into his bowl.
One mistake I made was leaving my plate unattended while I went to the bathroom. As I returned from the bathroom, Dennis mentioned I needed more training as a handler (something I was pretty anxious about the whole night, how I should act around pups and if I was doing a good job as handler), he said "You don't leave your plate alone around these pups." I looked over and sure enough Cockpit was licking my plate clean. I approached him from behind, arms crossed, and said "What do you think you're doing?" He stopped, looked up at me, and made a face as if to say "Oh! You're back early!" before proceeding to try and hide under the table. It was so damned cute (and I had already eaten my fill) that I couldn't be angry at him at all.
After the supper Cockpit and I headed over to the 15 Association where a play party was being held. Signing in, we headed inside to find a large two story play space, I was shown around by one of the friendly and helpful staff members. At the front there was couches and a food table (something I had never seen in a dungeon before, but I hear that in heterosexual dungeons it's actually more common to find one than in gay dungeons. Interesting, possibly a culture thing.), a St. Andrew's cross, as well as a porn corner. Downstairs was the real dungeon where the rules were more strict, as the first floor was more of a social area, where people could talk comfortably, even around the crosses, the downstairs area was strict "dungeon silence" as is one of the rules of dungeon etiquette with the only real noises being slaps of floggers, beautiful moans of ecstasy, screams of pleasure, and "Thank you Sir, may I have another?". After the tour, I stripped down to my leather jock and headed downstairs, after standing and observing the scenes for a moment, I was approached by someone who mentioned he was available to play, he moved in and kissed me, caressing my butt as he did so. Thinking I knew him, I replied that I'd keep him in mind. As he left I noticed his title vest, it was not one I knew, or had seen before and I immediately realized that I had no clue who that man was! I felt angry, who the hell is he to move in on me like that? At least introduce yourself before you kiss someone.
Walking quietly around the scenes in progress, I spotted someone from the Avatar club down in Los Angeles standing against the wall, a tall man with a long white beard and a gentle face. I only barely really knew him, and his name escaped me completely, but I went over and said hello anyway. It was great seeing a familiar face, and I got the feeling he shared my sentiments. We negotiated a scene and went to the back where a smaller room filled with a sickly green light and another St. Andrew's cross allowed us our scene. He bound my arms gently in leather restraints and raised them, rendering me helpless...just as I enjoy it. My body shivered slightly in the cool air on the chilly cross, a few deep breaths later and he began to flog me.
Our scene was simple and pleasurable, the moans of others in the background began to fade, and I entered boy space, I thanked each strike, my heart had ached for this for so long. I had been dominating nearly every scene I have had recently and I really just wished to submit. My dom introduced me to the whip / single tail, which I can't say I am a fan of, it is more annoying than pleasurable for me like someone flicking you to get you angry in class. The scene ending, he took me down and sat with me, bringing me back down. I came close to weeping, I wanted to so badly, I love the catharsis from a good flogging, but something kept me from reaching it this time. When I was ready, he released me from his care, and I wandered upstairs. Tired, but in great spirits.
I made my way to the food table and sampled a cookie, a chip and grabbed another cookie before my scene dom approached me and gave me some sage advice.
"Never eat the food at a play party." he said. I looked up, still halfway in sub space. My mind searched every logical answer that wasn't covered in blur. "Why shouldn't I touch it?" I finally asked, stumped. "Isn't it obvious?" he said, I took another moment and thought more, but came up with no answer. He then took his finger and wiggled it between my butt cheeks, "Oh hey how you doing?"
That sobered me out of sub space like a bouncer hurling a drunkard to the curb. I immediately took whatever I was holding and tossed it in the trash, disgusted. Every time after that, whenever I saw someone reach for a piece of food on that table I felt a little ill. I explored the downstairs once more, and noticed that this dungeon was different than the one at Threshold in a major way. The downstairs was one big room, with two rooms on either side that could have been considered private, but wouldn't pass very well as such. There were four St. Andrews crosses, two against each other in a cluster of four, bondage chairs along one side of the room, and various pieces of play furniture around the center of the room. The major difference was that this play space was very public, a voyeurs dream, there was no intimacy. While this can be fun, I would still prefer a private, out of the way corner where few roam to, but I have no problem being tied to a post or cross in the middle of a room either.
Before Cockpit and I left, Sir Ian commented on how much he loved my hair, as I had recently had it buzzed for the first time the week prior. He also went on to say that if I were to get a pair of bleachers, suspenders, and a Fred Perry shirt that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of me! It was very flattering, and I do love the tall boots and thick laces along with bleached jeans, so I may have to set myself up with the outfit sometime!
Heading back to the hotel, Cockpit mentioned that it was past midnight, earlier in the day we had made an agreement to swap roles each day we were in San Francisco to make things interesting and exciting. It was now time for me to take the role of boy from handler. I was excited, as I love to submit, but also slightly nervous. Cockpit had said that I would have to do anything he asked (within limits obviously) and that he can be pretty sadistic and evil too. We crawled into bed, and fell asleep in each others arms. The best place that whole night.
SATURDAY
Handler turned boy, I accompanied Sir Coy and Wolf from the SF K-9 Unit on a grand tour of San Francisco. Traveling through the Castro, up to Coit's Tower, down through Little Italy and China Town. We enjoyed some dim sum, but unfortunately for Sir Coy when he asked for no meat that's exactly what he got, a steamed bun with...no meat! Just the bun! Language barriers are so much fun. Our walking tour ended at Wicked Grounds where we enjoyed a brief respite and a light snack amongst the kinky decorations and things for sale like a fridge magnet set of BDSM Jesus, and plush dolls of STDs. I also met my first "Little", she was dressed like she had just walked off the set of a Shirley Temple film, she was so adorable! She spoke like a small child, and was very cute. She had spoken with Sir Coy earlier and when she realized we were together she said "Oh that's great that you two are together! Because you're awesome, and you're awesome!" That really made me feel wonderful.
From Wicked Grounds we walked to Mr. S Leather, and the store was absolutely slammed, but I would expect no less from Folsom weekend! So many hot, sexy men were in the store, including two very big, very muscled men walking around shirtless who I couldn't take my eyes off of. These guys were big, burly, throw-me-over-your-shoulder-and-take-me-away HOT. Sir Coy saw me gazing after them and said "They just walked off the set of their latest porn shoot." If I didn't already know he was kidding I would have believed him and asked for autographs. (Huge sucker for muscled men here if I already haven't made that obvious.) As I was browsing the toys and gear, I met back up with the Little from earlier, and asked her what a Little was. She said that a Little is someone who is into regressed age play, diaper play can also be included in this fetish, as well as dressing youthfully like she was, and acting like a child. It was interesting to learn, as I had never heard of Littles before. After we parted ways, a few minutes passed before we encountered each other one last time and she ran by and said "Tag, you're it!" before skipping off. She was so damn cute.
As we walked around, Sir Coy asked me to try on a rubber harness, and it felt good. It was an English Bulldog harness, "How's that feel, boy?" he asked, I said it was great but I'd prefer a leather one, as the rubber was a bit too hard for my tastes, and the straps were a bit distracting. He asked if they had any leather ones in stock for me to try on, and they had just sold out a few hours prior. Sir Coy turned to me and said "I'm sorry boy, we'll get you one next time." I stopped and looked at him, he was completely serious. "That was your surprise! I'm sorry." tears welled up in my eyes and I threw my arms around him. It was so sweet, he was going to buy me a new harness! I didn't care about the harness, I was more moved that he would surprise me like that. He had already been so generous with taking me along and paying my way through San Francisco, and now he was going to surprise me with a new harness! I thanked him profusely. We explored more, and I went to the Muir caps on the back wall in the hallway, grabbed one and tried it on for Sir Coy and asked him what he thought. He loved it, as well as the neoprene face guard I had tried on earlier that made me look like a young Sub-Zero from the Mortal Kombat series. At the end of our visit, Sir Coy turned to me and said, "Go grab your hat, we're leaving." Again I was frozen and again the tears came, I wanted to kiss his boots right then and there! I quickly found my size and made my way to join him at the register, I noticed that he was holding the neoprene face guard that I had liked earlier, and my heart swelled. Several times throughout the trip he said to me "A good puppy takes good care of his handler." I am very blessed to have such a generous and giving friend like him!
We headed to the Vagabond on 9th to check in, another plan of Sir Coy's to place us directly inside the festival to make the trip even more pleasurable! Once checked, we met Sir Michael and his boy Dom for dinner at Mel's Diner, had an enjoyable meal, then joined them at the Castro for a visit to Hot Cookie which is a small bakery with hot men plastered all over the walls, and several porn stores. Along the way up the street to the bus station we were greeted by several acquaintances of mine who were also visiting. The really scary part is, that I didn't recognize them at all. I didn't know who they were!
(This has been happening more often. I'm forgetting names, which can be a pain for everyone, but forgetting entire faces, people, and names is starting to really get to me. People get angry or sad when they are forgotten, and the last thing I ever would even think of would be to piss anyone off intentionally or to make anyone feel that I did not care about them when I genuinely do! So if I have forgotten your name or face, please do not take it personally. It's becoming harder for me to remember, if you could help me out and reintroduce yourself to me, I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you so much.)
As we were talking with the group of acquaintances, a drunk woman came up and in a very thick cockney accent, demanded that we all get together so she could get a picture of us. She was very flattering, saying we were all sexy in our gear, but damn if that woman wasn't pushy! Hahaha!
After a short ride back to the Vagabond, and a pleasurable walk behind some hot studs on the way from the bus to the hotel, Sir Coy and I retired to the room where we found it to be past midnight, and Sir Coy became Cockpit once more. He joined me in the shower, and bathed me in the most sensual, intimate way. I love that so deeply, to be lathered and cleaned by another man, especially by one of my close and dear friends.
We fell asleep again in each others' arms.
SUNDAY
The day of the fair had finally arrived! It had only just begun when Coy had returned from Wicked Grounds, raving about all the freakish things he had seen! This only enticed me further! I could not wait for this fair to start! I quickly dressed in simple clothing, there was no time to gear up! The festival wouldn't really start for a while, so we made our way through the blocked off streets and saw tents being set up. People already out and about in gear, a person fully encased in black slick rubber wearing heels, as well as a red rubber fox whose picture I've seen at furry cons around the internet. Coy and I stopped by the K9-Unit booth and said a quick hello before I needed to head back and change for the titleholder introduction. Along the way back, I became very lost, as the fair had sprung up in the short time I was at the booth, the streets had become very confusing and different. Where one cocktails tent had been, three identical ones had sprung up in similar places, making landmarks completely useless and my pigeon-like sense of direction thrown far out the window.
Thankfully I found my way back to the room, quickly changed into my CHP uniform, Muir cap, and aviators that I obtained the night before along with title medal. I looked at myself in the mirror and absorbed my own reflection. I really liked who was looking back at me behind those reflective lenses, who was standing up straight, booted, leathered, and wearing a medal around his neck. I then made my way to the stage, filled with the air of confidence. I felt powerful as I walked down 9th street back towards Folsom, this was to be my first Folsom Street Fair experience, and I was to be introduced alongside every titleholder in attendance!
Unfortunately I got turned around again, and if it wasn't for a two friends of mine, I would have kept heading in the wrong direction! Turned in the correct direction, I headed towards the stage and it wasn't before long that I spotted my dom from the previous evening, the gentle giant. He offered to help me and lead me to the stage, as I rode his wake through the crowds that now began to choke the streets. I am very blessed to know such kind and wonderful people. When I made it to the stage, I was ushered inside the fence behind it, and filled out a small intro card and we were organized by region and area as we were introduced. We stepped up one by one, introduced, and waved to the crowd.
I was on stage at Folsom. Holy shit!
As we stepped down, I introduced myself to Luna, who held a local Bootblack title and very kind words had been said about her. She was very sweet and had a very gentle demeanor which I immediately took a liking to. Her straight, long, white hair gave her a mystical look. Were I straight I would probably have tried to court her. She told me about a party going on at Stompers Boots and invited me along which I graciously accepted. Along the way, I showed her to the K-9 Unit booth, unfortunately Cockpit was out on walkies with Alpha Brue, so we continued on and soon came to the store.
As I was told before, the legendary Stompers Boots was a tiny little shop with a huge stockroom. A few very nice models of boots were on display in the front, a consignment room behind there, and a boot-exclusive area where only those wearing boots were allowed access, which led into the garage where a food spread had been generously laid out for us to enjoy, as well as a pleasant back yard filled with men in all kinds of gear, mainly leather, rubber, uniforms and even cowboys. All of whom were wearing sexy boots of one kind or another. A very delicious feast for the eyes. Meeting with my new producers for my next contest, we spoke for a while before I left for the hotel room, as Cockpit had forgotten his leash. I made my way towards the K9-Unit booth and once I arrived, Cockpit took one look at me and barked his approval and hugged me tight. He had already geared up in pup hood, mitts, tail, and his own invention, puppy pants! I stayed at the booth a while, watching Cockpit pup out before taking him out for walkies. We were barely five feet from the booth before people started asking for pictures!
We eventually made it back to our room after stopping at the Titan Media tent and meeting Jason, whom Cockpit had already made friends with. I swapped my CHP gear for my black leathers and went back to the K9-Unit booth and met back up with Cockpit who was helping them tear down for the day, it was already 4:30pm and things were starting to wind down. I wandered around on my own for a while, went by the Titan Media tent once more and gave my card to Jason, picked up a free calender and had it autographed by Mr. November, the sexy and adorable Jessy Ares who (hopefully) now has my business card! Arf! More wandering revealed a dance party with sexy people on top of huge blocks in the middle of the street, a puppet urinal (basically a guy who had people peeing on him and his hand puppets, go figure), a nude cellist who earned my only dollar, a bounty of naked men and women, lots of exposed breasts (more than I thought I'd ever see in my life as a gay man), a hot porn star who had abs bigger than my face and a body I dream of going to bed on top of (and I had a total starstruck moment, HE TOUCHED ME! AHHHH!) I've always wanted to have a man with a body like that as a boyfriend, god that would be so amazing. So what if he's a gym rat, that means I would get in shape alongside him! Hot man on my arm and my body gets the exercise and training it needs too! Win-win!
Soon Cockpit joined back up with me, after frantically texting me that someone he had set up an appointment with for me was in the area, unfortunately he couldn't get me the number in time before he left, and when he arrived he was crestfallen and claimed he had failed me. I assured him he had NOT failed me in any sense of the word. He is a GOOD DOG and I love him very much!
Later that night we met Brue, Copper, Wolf, and the adorable Spencer at a cafe. Apparently throughout the dinner the group had been making jokes about how Spencer totally wanted me, which totally went over my head. By the end of the dinner, the group was all but shoving us off into the night alone together! Spencer and I went back to the hotel together in the chilly night air, walking through empty streets that had held drunken revelers, kinky freaks, and uninhibited nudists among a sea of discarded beer cups not several hours prior. If you had passed out in the middle of the street at 3:00pm and come to at 10:00pm, you would have thought it was all a wild and crazy dream.
Spencer and I entered the hotel room, finally alone and to ourselves. He stood there in his leather vest, pants, and boots. His body slim, slender, and smooth, I held him close to me. He was so soft, his kiss youthful and sweet. We lay on the bed, kissing, caressing, he even bit me! Hard! I liked it! He had a fun energy! Clothes fell off in pieces, bodies came together, skin against bare skin, and our intimate moments lasted into one another. Energy went back and forth, and I wasn't sure who was playing for dominance, but I didn't really give a damn, he was so cute...so soft...he was all mine for the moment, and I wanted to make him feel wonderful, to give him an amazing night. One thing led to another, I slipped on a condom, and I was inside of him, fucking him. He moaned, and I banged harder, he wanted it! I wanted to give it to him! So cute! So soft! So adorable! He woofed, and I went further! I want to make you feel good! I want to fuck you right! I want to make your night amazing! I want to fuck you until you see stars you handsome, hot, sexy son of a bitch! Soon he reached his peak, he climaxed, and I slowly eased and relaxed, as he basked in his own afterglow. His expression one of bliss, I smiled looking down on him, I made him feel good...and that makes me feel powerful. To bring sexual joy to another man...
Cleaning up, we rejoined the pack at Badlands, smiles on our faces. We entered the club and danced for a while, Spencer was more a wallflower, so after a bit I walked with him to the hallway, my leather had become hot and I was ready to take a rest anyway. He had to get going, and after a few more kisses, he left. Oh Spencer...you sexy fucker...please stay out of trouble and stay clean! A cute young man such as yourself needs to be careful in this world of ours.
I started to feel sick, my throat had a scratch that evening, my nose began to run. Ahh a cold, what a pain, but my experiences this weekend far overshadowed it. Although I started to feel delirious, the heat and exhaustion had gotten to me. We soon left the club, Cockpit running ahead and grabbing me water and juice while Copper, Wolf, and Brue looked after me in my delirium. After the pack dropped Cockpit and myself off at the Vagabond, we went straight to bed, again in each others' arms. I love my puppy.
MONDAY
Today was spent exploring with Coy, my cold had gotten slightly worse, but I wasn't about to let that get in my way! We looked through the Apple Store, Disney Store (did you know they don't sell DVDs in their stores anymore? Weird huh?), jumped a construction barrier and went to the Ghirardelli shop, we then went through Crate and Barrel and squealed over kitchen utensils and furniture (that was probably the gayest thing we did the whole trip, and we were there for Folsom!) Afterward we hopped my first Cable Car and enjoyed a ride over the holy-shit-this-is-roller-coaster-grade-steep hills of San Francisco. We landed at Fisherman's Wharf, stopped in one of the tourist crap shops just for shits and giggles as well as to make fun of the crap that they had there. I mentioned "You have to at least look for the googley-eyed walnuts."...they had "I'm Nuts for my (blank)" with peanut characters. It was too close to my prediction for comfort so we left...frightened.
After a very enjoyable lunch at Flying Ninja, we hopped a cab over the hills, as the cable cars had stopped running for some reason, and the local minstrel was really starting to annoy us. While he was singing "What would you do if I sang out of tune..." I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was already singing off key. During our cab ride back to Mr. S, we saw a skateboarder slaloming down the hill in front of us! The crazy fucker was weaving right in the middle of traffic! Hot stud too!
Mr. S had calmed down significantly since our last visit, and I found Spencer again, and snagged a few photos with him in the changing room before kissing him goodbye. I can't wait to dig my claws into that sexy fucker again...he better keep his ass clean. Woof! Before we left I had the pleasure of meeting the store mascot, a beautiful puppy named Brooklyn! Oh my god he had the CUTEST ears! They looked as if they were half-docked, because he could move them in the strangest and most adorable way!
We eventually made our way to the airport, lots of dragging of luggage, running for the BART train, going through security. When we finally made it to our terminal, I saw who I thought was Wee Man from MTV's "Jackass". I asked Coy if it would be rude to ask if it was him and give him my card, I didn't want to bother him at all, but Coy encouraged me to go for it and after psyching myself up I went over and...found out it wasn't him. Whoops! I apologized and said that he bore a striking resemblance to him, their faces were similar, he said that it was okay and people mistook him all the time. A little embarrassed I quickly made my leave...and then realized he was pretty cute, he even had a nice British / Australian accent that was kind of sexy.
Once our flight was in the air, Coy, who was assigned the seat in front of me, put his hand on my leg the entire flight, and only when we were landing did he finally let go.
I really love my puppy very, very much. I am very lucky and very thankful to have him as my dear close friend. He is a man of integrity, honor, respect, generosity and not to mention sadistic mischief too! Hahaha!
Thank you Coy for such an amazing experience in San Francisco.
Play Safe out there my dear readers.
FRIDAY
My dear puppy Cockpit and I flew up to San Francisco and made ourselves comfortable at the hotel before we headed out to Don Ramon's for the Puppy Supper held by the San Francisco K-9 Unit!
When we arrived they had a little table set up where we selected our meal package and received a colored table card which made it even more fun! Heading up the stairs, the pups had taken over the entire second floor! The balcony banister was covered with white sheets for privacy, and the men were already pupping out in gear, on all fours, collared, and even bounding across the floor in mitts! Those who didn't pup out were standing around in leather and gear chatting at the tables and petting the pups as they whined for attention.
The dinner itself was fantastic, those who were pupping ate out of their dog bowls on the floor, and I had the pleasure of cutting up Cockpit's meal and scraping it into his bowl.
One mistake I made was leaving my plate unattended while I went to the bathroom. As I returned from the bathroom, Dennis mentioned I needed more training as a handler (something I was pretty anxious about the whole night, how I should act around pups and if I was doing a good job as handler), he said "You don't leave your plate alone around these pups." I looked over and sure enough Cockpit was licking my plate clean. I approached him from behind, arms crossed, and said "What do you think you're doing?" He stopped, looked up at me, and made a face as if to say "Oh! You're back early!" before proceeding to try and hide under the table. It was so damned cute (and I had already eaten my fill) that I couldn't be angry at him at all.
After the supper Cockpit and I headed over to the 15 Association where a play party was being held. Signing in, we headed inside to find a large two story play space, I was shown around by one of the friendly and helpful staff members. At the front there was couches and a food table (something I had never seen in a dungeon before, but I hear that in heterosexual dungeons it's actually more common to find one than in gay dungeons. Interesting, possibly a culture thing.), a St. Andrew's cross, as well as a porn corner. Downstairs was the real dungeon where the rules were more strict, as the first floor was more of a social area, where people could talk comfortably, even around the crosses, the downstairs area was strict "dungeon silence" as is one of the rules of dungeon etiquette with the only real noises being slaps of floggers, beautiful moans of ecstasy, screams of pleasure, and "Thank you Sir, may I have another?". After the tour, I stripped down to my leather jock and headed downstairs, after standing and observing the scenes for a moment, I was approached by someone who mentioned he was available to play, he moved in and kissed me, caressing my butt as he did so. Thinking I knew him, I replied that I'd keep him in mind. As he left I noticed his title vest, it was not one I knew, or had seen before and I immediately realized that I had no clue who that man was! I felt angry, who the hell is he to move in on me like that? At least introduce yourself before you kiss someone.
Walking quietly around the scenes in progress, I spotted someone from the Avatar club down in Los Angeles standing against the wall, a tall man with a long white beard and a gentle face. I only barely really knew him, and his name escaped me completely, but I went over and said hello anyway. It was great seeing a familiar face, and I got the feeling he shared my sentiments. We negotiated a scene and went to the back where a smaller room filled with a sickly green light and another St. Andrew's cross allowed us our scene. He bound my arms gently in leather restraints and raised them, rendering me helpless...just as I enjoy it. My body shivered slightly in the cool air on the chilly cross, a few deep breaths later and he began to flog me.
Our scene was simple and pleasurable, the moans of others in the background began to fade, and I entered boy space, I thanked each strike, my heart had ached for this for so long. I had been dominating nearly every scene I have had recently and I really just wished to submit. My dom introduced me to the whip / single tail, which I can't say I am a fan of, it is more annoying than pleasurable for me like someone flicking you to get you angry in class. The scene ending, he took me down and sat with me, bringing me back down. I came close to weeping, I wanted to so badly, I love the catharsis from a good flogging, but something kept me from reaching it this time. When I was ready, he released me from his care, and I wandered upstairs. Tired, but in great spirits.
I made my way to the food table and sampled a cookie, a chip and grabbed another cookie before my scene dom approached me and gave me some sage advice.
"Never eat the food at a play party." he said. I looked up, still halfway in sub space. My mind searched every logical answer that wasn't covered in blur. "Why shouldn't I touch it?" I finally asked, stumped. "Isn't it obvious?" he said, I took another moment and thought more, but came up with no answer. He then took his finger and wiggled it between my butt cheeks, "Oh hey how you doing?"
That sobered me out of sub space like a bouncer hurling a drunkard to the curb. I immediately took whatever I was holding and tossed it in the trash, disgusted. Every time after that, whenever I saw someone reach for a piece of food on that table I felt a little ill. I explored the downstairs once more, and noticed that this dungeon was different than the one at Threshold in a major way. The downstairs was one big room, with two rooms on either side that could have been considered private, but wouldn't pass very well as such. There were four St. Andrews crosses, two against each other in a cluster of four, bondage chairs along one side of the room, and various pieces of play furniture around the center of the room. The major difference was that this play space was very public, a voyeurs dream, there was no intimacy. While this can be fun, I would still prefer a private, out of the way corner where few roam to, but I have no problem being tied to a post or cross in the middle of a room either.
Before Cockpit and I left, Sir Ian commented on how much he loved my hair, as I had recently had it buzzed for the first time the week prior. He also went on to say that if I were to get a pair of bleachers, suspenders, and a Fred Perry shirt that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of me! It was very flattering, and I do love the tall boots and thick laces along with bleached jeans, so I may have to set myself up with the outfit sometime!
Heading back to the hotel, Cockpit mentioned that it was past midnight, earlier in the day we had made an agreement to swap roles each day we were in San Francisco to make things interesting and exciting. It was now time for me to take the role of boy from handler. I was excited, as I love to submit, but also slightly nervous. Cockpit had said that I would have to do anything he asked (within limits obviously) and that he can be pretty sadistic and evil too. We crawled into bed, and fell asleep in each others arms. The best place that whole night.
SATURDAY
Handler turned boy, I accompanied Sir Coy and Wolf from the SF K-9 Unit on a grand tour of San Francisco. Traveling through the Castro, up to Coit's Tower, down through Little Italy and China Town. We enjoyed some dim sum, but unfortunately for Sir Coy when he asked for no meat that's exactly what he got, a steamed bun with...no meat! Just the bun! Language barriers are so much fun. Our walking tour ended at Wicked Grounds where we enjoyed a brief respite and a light snack amongst the kinky decorations and things for sale like a fridge magnet set of BDSM Jesus, and plush dolls of STDs. I also met my first "Little", she was dressed like she had just walked off the set of a Shirley Temple film, she was so adorable! She spoke like a small child, and was very cute. She had spoken with Sir Coy earlier and when she realized we were together she said "Oh that's great that you two are together! Because you're awesome, and you're awesome!" That really made me feel wonderful.
From Wicked Grounds we walked to Mr. S Leather, and the store was absolutely slammed, but I would expect no less from Folsom weekend! So many hot, sexy men were in the store, including two very big, very muscled men walking around shirtless who I couldn't take my eyes off of. These guys were big, burly, throw-me-over-your-shoulder-and-take-me-away HOT. Sir Coy saw me gazing after them and said "They just walked off the set of their latest porn shoot." If I didn't already know he was kidding I would have believed him and asked for autographs. (Huge sucker for muscled men here if I already haven't made that obvious.) As I was browsing the toys and gear, I met back up with the Little from earlier, and asked her what a Little was. She said that a Little is someone who is into regressed age play, diaper play can also be included in this fetish, as well as dressing youthfully like she was, and acting like a child. It was interesting to learn, as I had never heard of Littles before. After we parted ways, a few minutes passed before we encountered each other one last time and she ran by and said "Tag, you're it!" before skipping off. She was so damn cute.
As we walked around, Sir Coy asked me to try on a rubber harness, and it felt good. It was an English Bulldog harness, "How's that feel, boy?" he asked, I said it was great but I'd prefer a leather one, as the rubber was a bit too hard for my tastes, and the straps were a bit distracting. He asked if they had any leather ones in stock for me to try on, and they had just sold out a few hours prior. Sir Coy turned to me and said "I'm sorry boy, we'll get you one next time." I stopped and looked at him, he was completely serious. "That was your surprise! I'm sorry." tears welled up in my eyes and I threw my arms around him. It was so sweet, he was going to buy me a new harness! I didn't care about the harness, I was more moved that he would surprise me like that. He had already been so generous with taking me along and paying my way through San Francisco, and now he was going to surprise me with a new harness! I thanked him profusely. We explored more, and I went to the Muir caps on the back wall in the hallway, grabbed one and tried it on for Sir Coy and asked him what he thought. He loved it, as well as the neoprene face guard I had tried on earlier that made me look like a young Sub-Zero from the Mortal Kombat series. At the end of our visit, Sir Coy turned to me and said, "Go grab your hat, we're leaving." Again I was frozen and again the tears came, I wanted to kiss his boots right then and there! I quickly found my size and made my way to join him at the register, I noticed that he was holding the neoprene face guard that I had liked earlier, and my heart swelled. Several times throughout the trip he said to me "A good puppy takes good care of his handler." I am very blessed to have such a generous and giving friend like him!
We headed to the Vagabond on 9th to check in, another plan of Sir Coy's to place us directly inside the festival to make the trip even more pleasurable! Once checked, we met Sir Michael and his boy Dom for dinner at Mel's Diner, had an enjoyable meal, then joined them at the Castro for a visit to Hot Cookie which is a small bakery with hot men plastered all over the walls, and several porn stores. Along the way up the street to the bus station we were greeted by several acquaintances of mine who were also visiting. The really scary part is, that I didn't recognize them at all. I didn't know who they were!
(This has been happening more often. I'm forgetting names, which can be a pain for everyone, but forgetting entire faces, people, and names is starting to really get to me. People get angry or sad when they are forgotten, and the last thing I ever would even think of would be to piss anyone off intentionally or to make anyone feel that I did not care about them when I genuinely do! So if I have forgotten your name or face, please do not take it personally. It's becoming harder for me to remember, if you could help me out and reintroduce yourself to me, I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you so much.)
As we were talking with the group of acquaintances, a drunk woman came up and in a very thick cockney accent, demanded that we all get together so she could get a picture of us. She was very flattering, saying we were all sexy in our gear, but damn if that woman wasn't pushy! Hahaha!
After a short ride back to the Vagabond, and a pleasurable walk behind some hot studs on the way from the bus to the hotel, Sir Coy and I retired to the room where we found it to be past midnight, and Sir Coy became Cockpit once more. He joined me in the shower, and bathed me in the most sensual, intimate way. I love that so deeply, to be lathered and cleaned by another man, especially by one of my close and dear friends.
We fell asleep again in each others' arms.
SUNDAY
The day of the fair had finally arrived! It had only just begun when Coy had returned from Wicked Grounds, raving about all the freakish things he had seen! This only enticed me further! I could not wait for this fair to start! I quickly dressed in simple clothing, there was no time to gear up! The festival wouldn't really start for a while, so we made our way through the blocked off streets and saw tents being set up. People already out and about in gear, a person fully encased in black slick rubber wearing heels, as well as a red rubber fox whose picture I've seen at furry cons around the internet. Coy and I stopped by the K9-Unit booth and said a quick hello before I needed to head back and change for the titleholder introduction. Along the way back, I became very lost, as the fair had sprung up in the short time I was at the booth, the streets had become very confusing and different. Where one cocktails tent had been, three identical ones had sprung up in similar places, making landmarks completely useless and my pigeon-like sense of direction thrown far out the window.
Thankfully I found my way back to the room, quickly changed into my CHP uniform, Muir cap, and aviators that I obtained the night before along with title medal. I looked at myself in the mirror and absorbed my own reflection. I really liked who was looking back at me behind those reflective lenses, who was standing up straight, booted, leathered, and wearing a medal around his neck. I then made my way to the stage, filled with the air of confidence. I felt powerful as I walked down 9th street back towards Folsom, this was to be my first Folsom Street Fair experience, and I was to be introduced alongside every titleholder in attendance!
Unfortunately I got turned around again, and if it wasn't for a two friends of mine, I would have kept heading in the wrong direction! Turned in the correct direction, I headed towards the stage and it wasn't before long that I spotted my dom from the previous evening, the gentle giant. He offered to help me and lead me to the stage, as I rode his wake through the crowds that now began to choke the streets. I am very blessed to know such kind and wonderful people. When I made it to the stage, I was ushered inside the fence behind it, and filled out a small intro card and we were organized by region and area as we were introduced. We stepped up one by one, introduced, and waved to the crowd.
I was on stage at Folsom. Holy shit!
As we stepped down, I introduced myself to Luna, who held a local Bootblack title and very kind words had been said about her. She was very sweet and had a very gentle demeanor which I immediately took a liking to. Her straight, long, white hair gave her a mystical look. Were I straight I would probably have tried to court her. She told me about a party going on at Stompers Boots and invited me along which I graciously accepted. Along the way, I showed her to the K-9 Unit booth, unfortunately Cockpit was out on walkies with Alpha Brue, so we continued on and soon came to the store.
As I was told before, the legendary Stompers Boots was a tiny little shop with a huge stockroom. A few very nice models of boots were on display in the front, a consignment room behind there, and a boot-exclusive area where only those wearing boots were allowed access, which led into the garage where a food spread had been generously laid out for us to enjoy, as well as a pleasant back yard filled with men in all kinds of gear, mainly leather, rubber, uniforms and even cowboys. All of whom were wearing sexy boots of one kind or another. A very delicious feast for the eyes. Meeting with my new producers for my next contest, we spoke for a while before I left for the hotel room, as Cockpit had forgotten his leash. I made my way towards the K9-Unit booth and once I arrived, Cockpit took one look at me and barked his approval and hugged me tight. He had already geared up in pup hood, mitts, tail, and his own invention, puppy pants! I stayed at the booth a while, watching Cockpit pup out before taking him out for walkies. We were barely five feet from the booth before people started asking for pictures!
We eventually made it back to our room after stopping at the Titan Media tent and meeting Jason, whom Cockpit had already made friends with. I swapped my CHP gear for my black leathers and went back to the K9-Unit booth and met back up with Cockpit who was helping them tear down for the day, it was already 4:30pm and things were starting to wind down. I wandered around on my own for a while, went by the Titan Media tent once more and gave my card to Jason, picked up a free calender and had it autographed by Mr. November, the sexy and adorable Jessy Ares who (hopefully) now has my business card! Arf! More wandering revealed a dance party with sexy people on top of huge blocks in the middle of the street, a puppet urinal (basically a guy who had people peeing on him and his hand puppets, go figure), a nude cellist who earned my only dollar, a bounty of naked men and women, lots of exposed breasts (more than I thought I'd ever see in my life as a gay man), a hot porn star who had abs bigger than my face and a body I dream of going to bed on top of (and I had a total starstruck moment, HE TOUCHED ME! AHHHH!) I've always wanted to have a man with a body like that as a boyfriend, god that would be so amazing. So what if he's a gym rat, that means I would get in shape alongside him! Hot man on my arm and my body gets the exercise and training it needs too! Win-win!
Soon Cockpit joined back up with me, after frantically texting me that someone he had set up an appointment with for me was in the area, unfortunately he couldn't get me the number in time before he left, and when he arrived he was crestfallen and claimed he had failed me. I assured him he had NOT failed me in any sense of the word. He is a GOOD DOG and I love him very much!
Later that night we met Brue, Copper, Wolf, and the adorable Spencer at a cafe. Apparently throughout the dinner the group had been making jokes about how Spencer totally wanted me, which totally went over my head. By the end of the dinner, the group was all but shoving us off into the night alone together! Spencer and I went back to the hotel together in the chilly night air, walking through empty streets that had held drunken revelers, kinky freaks, and uninhibited nudists among a sea of discarded beer cups not several hours prior. If you had passed out in the middle of the street at 3:00pm and come to at 10:00pm, you would have thought it was all a wild and crazy dream.
Spencer and I entered the hotel room, finally alone and to ourselves. He stood there in his leather vest, pants, and boots. His body slim, slender, and smooth, I held him close to me. He was so soft, his kiss youthful and sweet. We lay on the bed, kissing, caressing, he even bit me! Hard! I liked it! He had a fun energy! Clothes fell off in pieces, bodies came together, skin against bare skin, and our intimate moments lasted into one another. Energy went back and forth, and I wasn't sure who was playing for dominance, but I didn't really give a damn, he was so cute...so soft...he was all mine for the moment, and I wanted to make him feel wonderful, to give him an amazing night. One thing led to another, I slipped on a condom, and I was inside of him, fucking him. He moaned, and I banged harder, he wanted it! I wanted to give it to him! So cute! So soft! So adorable! He woofed, and I went further! I want to make you feel good! I want to fuck you right! I want to make your night amazing! I want to fuck you until you see stars you handsome, hot, sexy son of a bitch! Soon he reached his peak, he climaxed, and I slowly eased and relaxed, as he basked in his own afterglow. His expression one of bliss, I smiled looking down on him, I made him feel good...and that makes me feel powerful. To bring sexual joy to another man...
Cleaning up, we rejoined the pack at Badlands, smiles on our faces. We entered the club and danced for a while, Spencer was more a wallflower, so after a bit I walked with him to the hallway, my leather had become hot and I was ready to take a rest anyway. He had to get going, and after a few more kisses, he left. Oh Spencer...you sexy fucker...please stay out of trouble and stay clean! A cute young man such as yourself needs to be careful in this world of ours.
I started to feel sick, my throat had a scratch that evening, my nose began to run. Ahh a cold, what a pain, but my experiences this weekend far overshadowed it. Although I started to feel delirious, the heat and exhaustion had gotten to me. We soon left the club, Cockpit running ahead and grabbing me water and juice while Copper, Wolf, and Brue looked after me in my delirium. After the pack dropped Cockpit and myself off at the Vagabond, we went straight to bed, again in each others' arms. I love my puppy.
MONDAY
Today was spent exploring with Coy, my cold had gotten slightly worse, but I wasn't about to let that get in my way! We looked through the Apple Store, Disney Store (did you know they don't sell DVDs in their stores anymore? Weird huh?), jumped a construction barrier and went to the Ghirardelli shop, we then went through Crate and Barrel and squealed over kitchen utensils and furniture (that was probably the gayest thing we did the whole trip, and we were there for Folsom!) Afterward we hopped my first Cable Car and enjoyed a ride over the holy-shit-this-is-roller-coaster-grade-steep hills of San Francisco. We landed at Fisherman's Wharf, stopped in one of the tourist crap shops just for shits and giggles as well as to make fun of the crap that they had there. I mentioned "You have to at least look for the googley-eyed walnuts."...they had "I'm Nuts for my (blank)" with peanut characters. It was too close to my prediction for comfort so we left...frightened.
After a very enjoyable lunch at Flying Ninja, we hopped a cab over the hills, as the cable cars had stopped running for some reason, and the local minstrel was really starting to annoy us. While he was singing "What would you do if I sang out of tune..." I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was already singing off key. During our cab ride back to Mr. S, we saw a skateboarder slaloming down the hill in front of us! The crazy fucker was weaving right in the middle of traffic! Hot stud too!
Mr. S had calmed down significantly since our last visit, and I found Spencer again, and snagged a few photos with him in the changing room before kissing him goodbye. I can't wait to dig my claws into that sexy fucker again...he better keep his ass clean. Woof! Before we left I had the pleasure of meeting the store mascot, a beautiful puppy named Brooklyn! Oh my god he had the CUTEST ears! They looked as if they were half-docked, because he could move them in the strangest and most adorable way!
We eventually made our way to the airport, lots of dragging of luggage, running for the BART train, going through security. When we finally made it to our terminal, I saw who I thought was Wee Man from MTV's "Jackass". I asked Coy if it would be rude to ask if it was him and give him my card, I didn't want to bother him at all, but Coy encouraged me to go for it and after psyching myself up I went over and...found out it wasn't him. Whoops! I apologized and said that he bore a striking resemblance to him, their faces were similar, he said that it was okay and people mistook him all the time. A little embarrassed I quickly made my leave...and then realized he was pretty cute, he even had a nice British / Australian accent that was kind of sexy.
Once our flight was in the air, Coy, who was assigned the seat in front of me, put his hand on my leg the entire flight, and only when we were landing did he finally let go.
I really love my puppy very, very much. I am very lucky and very thankful to have him as my dear close friend. He is a man of integrity, honor, respect, generosity and not to mention sadistic mischief too! Hahaha!
Thank you Coy for such an amazing experience in San Francisco.
Play Safe out there my dear readers.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Upcoming Event and a Thank You.
Hello my dear readers,
First allow me to apologize for the lack of updates in the journal, life has been quite busy and I know you are eager to read more adventures, and I will have more to share with you all very soon! This weekend will be my very first Folsom Street Fair experience! So that means one massive blog post coming soon, as it will be 4 days spent up in San Francisco!
Before I continue onward, I would like to take this time to thank you for reading my blog. As I kept writing, I wasn't sure if anyone out there was really reading it, think of being on stage and performing, but the lights are so bright you cannot see out into the audience, and no one is making a sound if they are really out there in the darkness so you have no idea if the auditorium is packed or empty, but you keep performing anyway just in case they are out there.
As time passed people would mention to me in conversation that they did indeed read my blog and they enjoyed it, and that gives me such a thrill to know that I am giving you a positive and intriguing experience. It also lifts me up when I hear that someone is now curious about a fetish that I mentioned in my writing, or that they learned something new.
So again, thank you so much for reading, I deeply appreciate it!
Now, for the business at hand!
I will be holding my second event "Leather Men and Dogs 2" as California Leather boy 2012 at the Mineshaft Bar in Long Beach, on Saturday October 8th, from 9:00pm - 2:00am!
Here's the address for you:
Mineshaft Bar
1720 E Broadway
Long Beach, CA 90802
(Give yourself time to find parking, and carpool if you can.)
So all you hot and hunky leather men come in your gear! Show it off! All you pups, dogs, and strays come on in! Wag those tails and get on all fours! That's what this party is about, that and raising funds to get my ass up to San Francisco next year for the International Leather Sir, boy, Bootblack contest!
We'll have live music by DJ Dru Wave who spun at my first event, "Leather Men and Dogs", Chewy Morin is back to bootblack, and we have more jello shots! Plus a very special thanks to Skobar Photography for the beautiful photo shoot!
So let everyone know what's going down in Long Beach! I look forward to seeing you there!
First allow me to apologize for the lack of updates in the journal, life has been quite busy and I know you are eager to read more adventures, and I will have more to share with you all very soon! This weekend will be my very first Folsom Street Fair experience! So that means one massive blog post coming soon, as it will be 4 days spent up in San Francisco!
Before I continue onward, I would like to take this time to thank you for reading my blog. As I kept writing, I wasn't sure if anyone out there was really reading it, think of being on stage and performing, but the lights are so bright you cannot see out into the audience, and no one is making a sound if they are really out there in the darkness so you have no idea if the auditorium is packed or empty, but you keep performing anyway just in case they are out there.
As time passed people would mention to me in conversation that they did indeed read my blog and they enjoyed it, and that gives me such a thrill to know that I am giving you a positive and intriguing experience. It also lifts me up when I hear that someone is now curious about a fetish that I mentioned in my writing, or that they learned something new.
So again, thank you so much for reading, I deeply appreciate it!
Now, for the business at hand!
I will be holding my second event "Leather Men and Dogs 2" as California Leather boy 2012 at the Mineshaft Bar in Long Beach, on Saturday October 8th, from 9:00pm - 2:00am!
Here's the address for you:
Mineshaft Bar
1720 E Broadway
Long Beach, CA 90802
(Give yourself time to find parking, and carpool if you can.)
So all you hot and hunky leather men come in your gear! Show it off! All you pups, dogs, and strays come on in! Wag those tails and get on all fours! That's what this party is about, that and raising funds to get my ass up to San Francisco next year for the International Leather Sir, boy, Bootblack contest!
We'll have live music by DJ Dru Wave who spun at my first event, "Leather Men and Dogs", Chewy Morin is back to bootblack, and we have more jello shots! Plus a very special thanks to Skobar Photography for the beautiful photo shoot!
So let everyone know what's going down in Long Beach! I look forward to seeing you there!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Making His Dream a Reality
We all have them, our fantasies, our dreams, I sure as hell have my library of sexual adventures I'd love to see come true. Some of them pure fantasy, some of them pretty realistic, but how many times are we able to the fantasy of someone else actually happen?
Last week I had this opportunity, and I took it.
I had been talking with my friend who introduced me to WAM play, and he let me in on that his fantasy was to be laying on the beach, and to have someone smash a pie in his face. I said I wanted to make that fantasy a reality.
It was already evening when I found myself on the sand, making my way towards the sand dunes where my good friend was, thinking about what I would say, what I would do, growing more and more excited with each sliding step in the sand towards him. He lay there in a pair of swim briefs on a beach towel, his beautiful toned body exposed to the setting sunlight, a fresh coconut cream pie waiting next to his head. It was a dreamy sight.
I took off my shirt, hat, and sunglasses and tossed them in a pile nearby. I knelt down on my knees, hovering over him. I kissed him softly on his lips, his cheek, and down his sexy chest. I whispered,
"You ready, handsome?"
He nodded, "Yeah, be sure to twist it hard."
"You got it, sexy."
Gingerly picking up the pie, I took a finger of whipped cream and tasted it, smiling. "Here it comes!" and I let him have it! It met his eager face so well with a satisfying "splut" sound, I pushed it in firmly, twisting it with a deviant grin on my face! Ohh it felt so good to make someone's dream come true! He was a hot sexy mess, but he cleaned up soon after, smiling through the cream and crust the whole time.
We headed across the beach back to his place, and continued our little scene in his bathroom. The tub lined with newspapers, the pie resting on the counter like before. Stripping nude, and taking the pie in my hand I kissed him deeply, asking him if he was ready, sliding my hand down his sexy body. He was ready, he was eager, he was hard. So was I.
The pie left my hand and exploded onto his face, whipped cream and shaved coconut splattering against the tile behind him in a beautiful way, peeling away the tin, the pie shell dropped to the tub with a sexy spluttering. I wiped his face and slapped the sugary mess all over his chest, rubbing it everywhere, then moving in for another deep kiss. There's nothing quite like a dessert make out session. Absolutely delicious.
Then came the fun part, I stepped into the tub with him and hugged him nice and firm, smashing and smearing the creamy mess all over our bodies. Sliding the cream, filling, and crust between our chests, and smearing a generous amount on my hard member. He eagerly tasted it, much to my delight. The Dark Fox had already slid out of his den again, and greedily took in the whole scene.
Two men, covered in pie, kissing and licking each other in a sweet passionate encounter. Fuck yes.
After things heated up, and I came to a satisfying peak and climax, the newspapers were removed and we shared another kiss under the warm soapy waters as the cream and sugar washed away from our naked bodies, swirling down the drain.
I noticed an interesting fact about myself that night after the water was turned off, and we dried ourselves. My body breaks out with odd, warm, slightly itchy splotches when I'm covered in coconut cream pie. It didn't really make any sense, I've been tested for allergies and I have absolutely no food allergies to egg, milk, or otherwise. I can eat anything and not have an allergy problem, but apparently if my body is smeared with a store bought pie, I break out temporarily. The splotches went away within fifteen to thirty minutes, but it did remind me that one should always check with their play partners about any potential allergens that could not only put a damper on a scene, but cause serious problems.
In any case, I made sure he had a wonderful experience that evening, and he assured me that he did enjoy himself thoroughly. He's such a sexy fucker! Woof!
As always my friends, Play Safe.
Last week I had this opportunity, and I took it.
I had been talking with my friend who introduced me to WAM play, and he let me in on that his fantasy was to be laying on the beach, and to have someone smash a pie in his face. I said I wanted to make that fantasy a reality.
It was already evening when I found myself on the sand, making my way towards the sand dunes where my good friend was, thinking about what I would say, what I would do, growing more and more excited with each sliding step in the sand towards him. He lay there in a pair of swim briefs on a beach towel, his beautiful toned body exposed to the setting sunlight, a fresh coconut cream pie waiting next to his head. It was a dreamy sight.
I took off my shirt, hat, and sunglasses and tossed them in a pile nearby. I knelt down on my knees, hovering over him. I kissed him softly on his lips, his cheek, and down his sexy chest. I whispered,
"You ready, handsome?"
He nodded, "Yeah, be sure to twist it hard."
"You got it, sexy."
Gingerly picking up the pie, I took a finger of whipped cream and tasted it, smiling. "Here it comes!" and I let him have it! It met his eager face so well with a satisfying "splut" sound, I pushed it in firmly, twisting it with a deviant grin on my face! Ohh it felt so good to make someone's dream come true! He was a hot sexy mess, but he cleaned up soon after, smiling through the cream and crust the whole time.
We headed across the beach back to his place, and continued our little scene in his bathroom. The tub lined with newspapers, the pie resting on the counter like before. Stripping nude, and taking the pie in my hand I kissed him deeply, asking him if he was ready, sliding my hand down his sexy body. He was ready, he was eager, he was hard. So was I.
The pie left my hand and exploded onto his face, whipped cream and shaved coconut splattering against the tile behind him in a beautiful way, peeling away the tin, the pie shell dropped to the tub with a sexy spluttering. I wiped his face and slapped the sugary mess all over his chest, rubbing it everywhere, then moving in for another deep kiss. There's nothing quite like a dessert make out session. Absolutely delicious.
Then came the fun part, I stepped into the tub with him and hugged him nice and firm, smashing and smearing the creamy mess all over our bodies. Sliding the cream, filling, and crust between our chests, and smearing a generous amount on my hard member. He eagerly tasted it, much to my delight. The Dark Fox had already slid out of his den again, and greedily took in the whole scene.
Two men, covered in pie, kissing and licking each other in a sweet passionate encounter. Fuck yes.
After things heated up, and I came to a satisfying peak and climax, the newspapers were removed and we shared another kiss under the warm soapy waters as the cream and sugar washed away from our naked bodies, swirling down the drain.
I noticed an interesting fact about myself that night after the water was turned off, and we dried ourselves. My body breaks out with odd, warm, slightly itchy splotches when I'm covered in coconut cream pie. It didn't really make any sense, I've been tested for allergies and I have absolutely no food allergies to egg, milk, or otherwise. I can eat anything and not have an allergy problem, but apparently if my body is smeared with a store bought pie, I break out temporarily. The splotches went away within fifteen to thirty minutes, but it did remind me that one should always check with their play partners about any potential allergens that could not only put a damper on a scene, but cause serious problems.
In any case, I made sure he had a wonderful experience that evening, and he assured me that he did enjoy himself thoroughly. He's such a sexy fucker! Woof!
As always my friends, Play Safe.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
San Francisco: Take Two
This past weekend was another fun one! Sir Patrick was very generous in offering me to go with him up to San Francisco to visit a good friend and boy of his, David, and to enlist my help in assisting the construction of his boy's project for the upcoming Burning Man. Here's what went on!
Friday
Sir Patrick picked me up at home and we started off towards San Francisco in his car. Stocked with a snack and drinks, we hit the road to travel up the 5 freeway. As the cities faded behind us, and we passed beyond the hills, the road gave way to the Endless Nothing. Miles, miles, and miles of golden grasses and hills on the horizon on both sides of the freeway it was as beautiful as it was dull and lifeless. At one point, Sir Patrick took off on a random exit, traveling down some unmarked road, he slowed until he was crawling along the side of the road and then he stopped. It started to seem like a scene out of a horror film. I'm all alone, with only one other man, no one knows where we are, and now he's rustling with something in the trunk. He comes over to my door, opens it, and orders me out of my clothes. I comply and he orders me out of the car. I comply and step right onto a nettle branch, in my socks.
Ow.
Back in the seat, Sir Patrick ties and binds my arms and legs, and then my body to the seat itself. He then gagged me with self-adhesive medical gauze, made his way back to the driver's seat, and we returned to the freeway, his bondage boy tightly secured and gagged. As we turned onto the road and back en route, he leaned my seat back and started to tease me, and I was helpless to do anything! I could only let out muffled groans and moans as he tickled my groin and firmly patted my dick and balls through my underwear! About five minutes in, he said "Now smile and nod at the truckers, boy! They can see inside from up where they are!" A thrill entered me, what would they think seeing a helpless bound and gagged boy in the passenger seat of a random car? Hehehe! I wanted them to look! I wanted to give them something to remember on that long, arduous drive!
As the sun started to set, I was ordered to take the ropes off. After a bit of struggling I managed to get every last one off, and put away neatly. Then the clothes went back on and we continued the long drive into San Francisco.
After arriving at David's house and meeting for a little while and having a drink, I was stripped again and put in a cage on top of a pile of cushions, then hooded with a double layer hood, and left in the darkness with nothing but a bell bracelet. Being buzzed and tired, I passed out soon after. I woke up sometime afterward, the hood was getting to me, I needed out, I softly banged on the wooden beam that went through the cage, ringing my bell. I was released and then put at the foot of the bed, hooked to a chain wrapped to the bedpost as I went to sleep on the floor.
It was perfect.
Saturday
We had breakfast at The Cove in the Castro, I watched many cute, handsome, and hot men pass by, many with dogs. The flat screen TV in the restaurant showed pictures of last year's Folsom Street Fair, a mannequin in a nearby storefront had an anatomically correct (well, maybe exaggerated) bulge to advertise some underwear, and I thought "Wow...I heard San Francisco was laid back, but I didn't know how much! This is great!" The energy on the street was very calm, and the rainbow flags everywhere, including the gigantic one in this area of the city, also made me feel at home and safe. That I could be myself without fear. Something that is starting to wane a bit in Long Beach with the recent hate crimes.
After assisting David with his project for Burning Man, we headed over to Mr. S Leather. I was very excited, I was finally going to see this store! There once was a Mr. S in Los Angeles, but it closed down and you can only imagine how upset I was after hearing "Oh yeah, I got flogged at Mr. S! They actually play with you at Mr. S!"
As we approached, I met with puppy Cockpit right outside, he was here to deliver a present to someone and I was happy I was able to catch him.
Entering the store, I was greeted with the sight of a man on his knees in camo, leather restraints, and a gas mask, displayed in the center of the store above the cash registers. It took me a few minutes to realize that he was just a mannequin, but the first thought that went through my head was "Oh shit, they weren't kidding when they said they played with you!"
There was a dildo room, leather room complete with boots, sleepsacks, dungeon bed and sling, walls and walls of kinky tools, a gas mask corner, a hood wall, a lube wall, a Muir cap wall, and one of the newest parts of the store a sportkit room! The smell of the store also was enticing! The scent of leather, lube, and rubber! Woof! I was also pleasantly surprised to see my friend, Sir Kirk to be working here, among other very sexy men, one of which eventually stripped down to nothing but a chastity device, boots, and a cap. His skin was smooth and pale, a body he should be extremely proud of, and his very cute, very handsome face! Yes Rob I'm talking about you, it was a pleasure to meet you!
While at the store Sir Patrick tried some very flattering gear on, I got my picture taken in the sling and tried on some Muir caps (I'm a size 7 and 1/8th I think), and David flogged me after getting some pointers from a saleswoman who helped him with working with two floggers at once. I was happy to help by being his practice target. I also met with Murdy and we talked about potential photoshoots. I've been thinking about being a gear model for a while, I love wearing gear, and I have to admit I love having my picture taken, so why not make some money with it? I won't do nudes though, my mother would kill me. Heheh.
Later on that night I witnessed a short example of watersports, I had always been curious as to what the draw of it was, and observing it I could get a better idea. However the smell of urine is a definite turn off for me, as I cannot stand strong smells, so I won't be getting into piss play anytime soon. I was also shown a book on the eroticism of enemas, and how it can be very sexual for some men and women. It was interesting, and in reinforced my other observation, that we all discover at least one kink or fetish as children. For example, I remember reading a comic strip in a video game magazine once, the characters were talking about slime. I had no idea why, but I was fascinated and obsessed with that one panel "A little slime isn't going to hurt you." I felt a weird skip in my chest, I was excited, but why? Little did I realize that this was the start of my curiosity with Wet and Messy Play (WAMP) that I would rediscover much later on as a teenager.
We got dressed for the evening out, Sir Patrick dressed in David's one-piece motorcycle suit and heavy boots, my god, if the boots weren't covered with dirt I would have serviced them right there! We then headed out to the bars and hit Powerhouse first. We had heard that Knotty Brent would be doing a show/demo there so I was eager to see him again, I had first met him and one of the stage subs, Jesabelle, on my first trip up to San Francisco when I ran with the K-9 Unit at Six Flags.
The energy inside was hot! Dirty, sleazy, kinky energy, and in a good sexy way! I watched Knotty Brent for a while, and then when there was an opportunity I said hello and asked if I could volunteer for his next segment. Unfortunately the demos were preset and he had to go through a lot of paperwork to get to present, so he was unable to accept volunteers. It was what it was, so I watched a little while longer before heading to the back. The bar was absolutely packed, you had to push through to get in any direction, the music was excellent, the energy was high and intense, the heat was sweltering, and here I was pushing through a crowd of sweaty men in full leather gear. When I made it to the back there was another bar and a dance floor with one sexy slim, muscled motherfucker on the square in the smallest little speedo and a puppy hood. This handsome son of a bitch was really into it, dripping with either oil or sweat, and dancing like a slut! I eagerly observed him in the red light, the lasers spilling over his hot body, as he danced eyes closed in go-go boy ecstasy. Oh the things I'd do to him...drag him into the night, never to be seen again until three days later, completely spent and ragged, but I would make damn sure a big smile would be plastered on his face when he surfaced again.
I explored the back alley for a minute to get some air, the club was getting very hot, and I heard that sometimes you'd catch someone giving a blowjob. It intrigued me, I'm not into random encounters, far too many risks involved, but seeing someone else get their rocks off can be fun. When I got back there it was pretty deadpan, guys, but none my type, and all were smoking like chimneys. Back inside, headed towards the front again. Then I felt my energy take a negative slide. I suddenly wasn't having fun anymore. I felt annoyed, I took off my jacket and vest, and hung around Sir Patrick and David while they fooled around with the photo machine and had another drink. I noticed that Brent was at the bottom of his own drink so I went and refilled one for him. I felt a little better, I tend to feel great when I'm helping someone out, even if it's a miniscule thing like a drink. I'm still figuring myself out, why did my energy drop like that? In any case, before we left, Rob from Mr. S entered, looking very handsome in his leather gear, and he introduced me to his partner who is a very lucky man! From the Powerhouse we went to another bar named Kok, but the place was dead, so we made our way to another bar named Hole in the Wall, spent some time there, and then went home for the night.
Sunday
After a very nice breakfast, Sir Patrick and I made our very long drive home down the 5 freeway, through the California Grand Nothing, during which my mind wandered as it usually does. We stopped by a gas station and stocked up on piles of junk food. Oh it was awful, cheese puffs, soda, chips, candy...I only eat like that once in a great while and feel SO bad when I do! But I'll be damned if I don't enjoy it!
During the ride home, I escaped into my own head, and did some digging. I want a scene so bad. I want a long, drawn out, dark, kinky scene. I want to be taken down into the depths of a dark dungeon by a muscular man dressed in tight slick rubber, black as the most dirty thoughts a man can think up, wearing a gas mask, long slick gloves, and tall shiny boots. I want him to fill me, make me moan, make me beg for more, tie my hands above my head in the middle of his dungeon, naked and helpless, the warm air circulating around my exposed body as he slicks me up with lube until I shimmer in the dim light. Send me into ecstasy Rubber Man...I want...I want to be your boy slave...treat me right...please.
Upon getting halfway to Long Beach after a short stop at Sir Patrick's house, I realized I had left my phone on his dining table. Ugh, stupid boy! We turned around and Sir Patrick generously let me stay the night on his couch, and puppy Cockpit came and picked me up for work the next morning, being the amazing puppy he is.
And so ends my second adventure to San Francisco.
Friday
Sir Patrick picked me up at home and we started off towards San Francisco in his car. Stocked with a snack and drinks, we hit the road to travel up the 5 freeway. As the cities faded behind us, and we passed beyond the hills, the road gave way to the Endless Nothing. Miles, miles, and miles of golden grasses and hills on the horizon on both sides of the freeway it was as beautiful as it was dull and lifeless. At one point, Sir Patrick took off on a random exit, traveling down some unmarked road, he slowed until he was crawling along the side of the road and then he stopped. It started to seem like a scene out of a horror film. I'm all alone, with only one other man, no one knows where we are, and now he's rustling with something in the trunk. He comes over to my door, opens it, and orders me out of my clothes. I comply and he orders me out of the car. I comply and step right onto a nettle branch, in my socks.
Ow.
Back in the seat, Sir Patrick ties and binds my arms and legs, and then my body to the seat itself. He then gagged me with self-adhesive medical gauze, made his way back to the driver's seat, and we returned to the freeway, his bondage boy tightly secured and gagged. As we turned onto the road and back en route, he leaned my seat back and started to tease me, and I was helpless to do anything! I could only let out muffled groans and moans as he tickled my groin and firmly patted my dick and balls through my underwear! About five minutes in, he said "Now smile and nod at the truckers, boy! They can see inside from up where they are!" A thrill entered me, what would they think seeing a helpless bound and gagged boy in the passenger seat of a random car? Hehehe! I wanted them to look! I wanted to give them something to remember on that long, arduous drive!
As the sun started to set, I was ordered to take the ropes off. After a bit of struggling I managed to get every last one off, and put away neatly. Then the clothes went back on and we continued the long drive into San Francisco.
After arriving at David's house and meeting for a little while and having a drink, I was stripped again and put in a cage on top of a pile of cushions, then hooded with a double layer hood, and left in the darkness with nothing but a bell bracelet. Being buzzed and tired, I passed out soon after. I woke up sometime afterward, the hood was getting to me, I needed out, I softly banged on the wooden beam that went through the cage, ringing my bell. I was released and then put at the foot of the bed, hooked to a chain wrapped to the bedpost as I went to sleep on the floor.
It was perfect.
Saturday
We had breakfast at The Cove in the Castro, I watched many cute, handsome, and hot men pass by, many with dogs. The flat screen TV in the restaurant showed pictures of last year's Folsom Street Fair, a mannequin in a nearby storefront had an anatomically correct (well, maybe exaggerated) bulge to advertise some underwear, and I thought "Wow...I heard San Francisco was laid back, but I didn't know how much! This is great!" The energy on the street was very calm, and the rainbow flags everywhere, including the gigantic one in this area of the city, also made me feel at home and safe. That I could be myself without fear. Something that is starting to wane a bit in Long Beach with the recent hate crimes.
After assisting David with his project for Burning Man, we headed over to Mr. S Leather. I was very excited, I was finally going to see this store! There once was a Mr. S in Los Angeles, but it closed down and you can only imagine how upset I was after hearing "Oh yeah, I got flogged at Mr. S! They actually play with you at Mr. S!"
As we approached, I met with puppy Cockpit right outside, he was here to deliver a present to someone and I was happy I was able to catch him.
Entering the store, I was greeted with the sight of a man on his knees in camo, leather restraints, and a gas mask, displayed in the center of the store above the cash registers. It took me a few minutes to realize that he was just a mannequin, but the first thought that went through my head was "Oh shit, they weren't kidding when they said they played with you!"
There was a dildo room, leather room complete with boots, sleepsacks, dungeon bed and sling, walls and walls of kinky tools, a gas mask corner, a hood wall, a lube wall, a Muir cap wall, and one of the newest parts of the store a sportkit room! The smell of the store also was enticing! The scent of leather, lube, and rubber! Woof! I was also pleasantly surprised to see my friend, Sir Kirk to be working here, among other very sexy men, one of which eventually stripped down to nothing but a chastity device, boots, and a cap. His skin was smooth and pale, a body he should be extremely proud of, and his very cute, very handsome face! Yes Rob I'm talking about you, it was a pleasure to meet you!
While at the store Sir Patrick tried some very flattering gear on, I got my picture taken in the sling and tried on some Muir caps (I'm a size 7 and 1/8th I think), and David flogged me after getting some pointers from a saleswoman who helped him with working with two floggers at once. I was happy to help by being his practice target. I also met with Murdy and we talked about potential photoshoots. I've been thinking about being a gear model for a while, I love wearing gear, and I have to admit I love having my picture taken, so why not make some money with it? I won't do nudes though, my mother would kill me. Heheh.
Later on that night I witnessed a short example of watersports, I had always been curious as to what the draw of it was, and observing it I could get a better idea. However the smell of urine is a definite turn off for me, as I cannot stand strong smells, so I won't be getting into piss play anytime soon. I was also shown a book on the eroticism of enemas, and how it can be very sexual for some men and women. It was interesting, and in reinforced my other observation, that we all discover at least one kink or fetish as children. For example, I remember reading a comic strip in a video game magazine once, the characters were talking about slime. I had no idea why, but I was fascinated and obsessed with that one panel "A little slime isn't going to hurt you." I felt a weird skip in my chest, I was excited, but why? Little did I realize that this was the start of my curiosity with Wet and Messy Play (WAMP) that I would rediscover much later on as a teenager.
We got dressed for the evening out, Sir Patrick dressed in David's one-piece motorcycle suit and heavy boots, my god, if the boots weren't covered with dirt I would have serviced them right there! We then headed out to the bars and hit Powerhouse first. We had heard that Knotty Brent would be doing a show/demo there so I was eager to see him again, I had first met him and one of the stage subs, Jesabelle, on my first trip up to San Francisco when I ran with the K-9 Unit at Six Flags.
The energy inside was hot! Dirty, sleazy, kinky energy, and in a good sexy way! I watched Knotty Brent for a while, and then when there was an opportunity I said hello and asked if I could volunteer for his next segment. Unfortunately the demos were preset and he had to go through a lot of paperwork to get to present, so he was unable to accept volunteers. It was what it was, so I watched a little while longer before heading to the back. The bar was absolutely packed, you had to push through to get in any direction, the music was excellent, the energy was high and intense, the heat was sweltering, and here I was pushing through a crowd of sweaty men in full leather gear. When I made it to the back there was another bar and a dance floor with one sexy slim, muscled motherfucker on the square in the smallest little speedo and a puppy hood. This handsome son of a bitch was really into it, dripping with either oil or sweat, and dancing like a slut! I eagerly observed him in the red light, the lasers spilling over his hot body, as he danced eyes closed in go-go boy ecstasy. Oh the things I'd do to him...drag him into the night, never to be seen again until three days later, completely spent and ragged, but I would make damn sure a big smile would be plastered on his face when he surfaced again.
I explored the back alley for a minute to get some air, the club was getting very hot, and I heard that sometimes you'd catch someone giving a blowjob. It intrigued me, I'm not into random encounters, far too many risks involved, but seeing someone else get their rocks off can be fun. When I got back there it was pretty deadpan, guys, but none my type, and all were smoking like chimneys. Back inside, headed towards the front again. Then I felt my energy take a negative slide. I suddenly wasn't having fun anymore. I felt annoyed, I took off my jacket and vest, and hung around Sir Patrick and David while they fooled around with the photo machine and had another drink. I noticed that Brent was at the bottom of his own drink so I went and refilled one for him. I felt a little better, I tend to feel great when I'm helping someone out, even if it's a miniscule thing like a drink. I'm still figuring myself out, why did my energy drop like that? In any case, before we left, Rob from Mr. S entered, looking very handsome in his leather gear, and he introduced me to his partner who is a very lucky man! From the Powerhouse we went to another bar named Kok, but the place was dead, so we made our way to another bar named Hole in the Wall, spent some time there, and then went home for the night.
Sunday
After a very nice breakfast, Sir Patrick and I made our very long drive home down the 5 freeway, through the California Grand Nothing, during which my mind wandered as it usually does. We stopped by a gas station and stocked up on piles of junk food. Oh it was awful, cheese puffs, soda, chips, candy...I only eat like that once in a great while and feel SO bad when I do! But I'll be damned if I don't enjoy it!
During the ride home, I escaped into my own head, and did some digging. I want a scene so bad. I want a long, drawn out, dark, kinky scene. I want to be taken down into the depths of a dark dungeon by a muscular man dressed in tight slick rubber, black as the most dirty thoughts a man can think up, wearing a gas mask, long slick gloves, and tall shiny boots. I want him to fill me, make me moan, make me beg for more, tie my hands above my head in the middle of his dungeon, naked and helpless, the warm air circulating around my exposed body as he slicks me up with lube until I shimmer in the dim light. Send me into ecstasy Rubber Man...I want...I want to be your boy slave...treat me right...please.
Upon getting halfway to Long Beach after a short stop at Sir Patrick's house, I realized I had left my phone on his dining table. Ugh, stupid boy! We turned around and Sir Patrick generously let me stay the night on his couch, and puppy Cockpit came and picked me up for work the next morning, being the amazing puppy he is.
And so ends my second adventure to San Francisco.
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