Puppy Love!

This past weekend was incredible, I threw my very first charity event called Puppy Love and the beneficiary was the ForeverHome Pet Rescue.

ForeverHome Pet Rescue's goal is to provide care and compassion for homeless and abused animals of the Los Angeles area, while working to place them in loving, adoptive homes.  FHPR is a private, not-for-profit organization that operates solely on private donations and volunteer efforts.

You can learn more about ForeverHome by visiting their website at http://www.foreverhomepetrescue.org/ and by emailing them at foreverhomepetrescue@gmail.com

Sponsors of the event include:

Pistons Bar
Twenty Four Seven Pet Sitting and Walking
Skobar Photography

Thank you to all of my volunteers! I really appreciate everyone who helped out!  An event is never a one-person job, it takes a lot of effort and assistance from friends and well-wishers to produce something like this and I'd like to thank them here now:

Mark
Dizzy
Coy
Boots
Slutbottom Chris
Brendan
Luis
Alex

Thank you all so very much!



Now the entire night started at my place, Mark had been very kind as to help Dizzy and I load up his car with all the accouterments and drive us up to Pistons, as well as help man the door and take donations when we were set up.  Brendan helped me with the banner, and the women of ForeverHome gave us flyers and business cards as well as an adoption folder of dogs and cats who were available to be adopted.

When all things were said and done, I had Brendan on raffle tickets, and Dizzy took up the Jello shots.  I let the clock run until there was a bit of a crowd, I had tried to fight the whole "Gay Standard Time" effect at my last event the Grand Kink and Fetish Ball by starting things up directly at 8pm, but it didn't go over as well.  Sometimes you have to accept what is already in place and work with it rather than trying to change it.

Throughout the evening I saw a good handful of pups around, more than I expected, including Slutbottom Chris, who helped out with raffle tickets later that evening, and Boots of the San Diego Puppy Patrol who joined up with Dizzy when Mark needed a break at the front door.  I even caught sight of two amazing rubber puppies in full rubber suits and hoods!  Awesome!  We raffled off prizes donated by Luis Skobar including t-shirts, greeting cards, a very beautiful photo print of a greasy boot boy with bootlaces in his teeth.  Woof.  That was a hard prize to part with.  247 Pet Sitting donated a beautiful basket with dog supplies inside for the silent auction, and Coy had made up a wonderful info board and donation sheet for it as well.  Coy had done a lot with helping me out, he's a magnificent P.A. and I'm proud to call him my puppy.

With everyone being so very generous that night, one person handed Dizzy a $20 and told him to "just pass them out", the winner of the silent auction gave $10 more than the winning $50 bid for the basket, and including everyone who donated at the door, we raised over $600 for the ForeverHome organization!

Thank you so very much!  We greatly appreciate your selflessness and generosity!  Blessings on you all!

Again thanks to everyone who donated, sponsored, volunteered, and showed up!  It was so wonderful to see you all!

AWOOOOO!

Play Safe my Dear Reader

Fetish of The Month 2012: February - Sports Gear

Welcome, dear reader to my February FETISH OF THE MONTH!

This month I decided to look into the world of Sports Gear!  This can range from Ice Hockey, to Rugby, to Soccer, to Baseball, to American Football and more.

I want to take this time to thank the men I interviewed about their sports gear fetishes for this month's FOTM article!  Thank you gentlemen, your stories and pictures are very much appreciated.  I asked one handsome man what turned him on to sports gear in general, and what fantasies he may have had involving it:

"in junior high school, I always seem to be looking at guy's sneakers, nikes, pumas, cons. It later evolved into other types of sports gear, uniforms, leather, and boots."  
"Sports gear in general is very erotic with another guys, feeling up each other in the gear, swapping gear, smelling, licking." 
"A big fantasy of mine is to be in a group all wearing the same gear getting off together."



Sport gear in general can be very sexy, some of it has a nice sheen to it like Soccer shorts, the way it breathes on the skin.  Some flatter the body by tightly contouring to smooth lines, like the curve of a nice ass in Baseball pants.  However my all time favorite sport gear would definitely be American Football.


I myself was first attracted to American Football gear when I was in high school.  When I first discovered that I was gay, I would enjoy seeing the guys in their full gear out on the field practicing, or catching a glimpse of one or two of them walking around campus.  Of course I was still unsure of who I was, so I (regrettably) never went further than a quick glance when they weren't looking.


And I'm not the only one who has a boner for guys running through the gridiron!  I went to several different men and asked them how they felt about Football Gear, first inquiring with how they first discovered their lust for the gear.


"My ex boyfriend had a lot of football gear especially football cleats and shoulder pads.  Probably in high school, checking out the jocks, one of my friends I grew up with was very "alpha male" and liked to be "worshipped" and also fantasies of going into the locker room and being dominated by the jocks." 


"I'm not sure exactly when, but it was in high school, I think the tight uniforms and the hyper masculine guys tied it together for me. when I was 18 I think, I bought some new gear at a local sports store. kinda sucked. then I started finding gear online.. until ebay, which is where I get most of my gear today"


"I was first turned onto football gear back in junior high. Seeing how the pants clung to hot guys and the man smell that went along with it just got me so freaking hard. Not knowing at first that guys only wore a jock I also loved how guys ass looked and couldn't figure hot why they looked so hot until I realized they only wore a jock. Then I wanted to smell the nasty jock after they wore it for practice or a game. I started getting hardons and thinking about football players making me suck their cocks. That's when I discovered my sexual attraction."


Now how can this type of gear be erotic, some may be wondering.  The eroticism for me is the power of the armor, and the close-to-anonymous effect of the full-face helmet.  The lumbering powerhouse guarded by soft pads and hard plastic that I can't knock over even at full force.  His face hidden by the shadows and face guard of the helmet.  His powerful roar when he gets in the mental zone of taking on all comers and challenges as he charges down the field, ripping up the earth with those spiked cleats, and smashing through anything and anyone who stands in his way.

My contributors had this to say about the erotic effect Football has on them:

"I am not sure what is most erotic about the gear. Thinking about a hot guy wearing it and getting it all sweaty or seeing a guy in the entire uniform. Shoes, socks, tight pants, jock, pads, jersey. It is just HOT!!!"


"I think the tight football pants where you can see the lines of a jock strap beneth"


"The jockstraps, a man wearing a jockstrap is extremely sexy to me, I also enjoy wearing them myself and the feel of the straps on my ass. "

I also enjoyed asking what their fantasies concerning men in football gear might include.  I eagerly looked forward to reading their answers!  I'll share my bounty with you now, because I know you're probably already hard. If not, these will definitely take you there:

"I guess on my fantasy, if I was tag teamed by the guys in football gear, with one of their sweaty jocks in my mouth and another around my head to keep it in, taking turns until they came, their cum drippin from my ass. grr. after they are done, I pull my football pants back up"


"I think my fantasy is the same as it is for most guys. The main one involes me being in the locker room with 4-8 players. Them still in their gear, they rip my clothes off and hold me down as they do nasty grabass things to me. Fart in my face, piss on me, make me sniff their sweaty sneakers, socks, jocks, etc. Make me suck them off before they tie me to the bench and fuck me. All of their loads dumped in me. When done they make sure I know I am now their bitch and make me wear one of their nasty jocks and socks when I leave and make me show up after every game."

"My fantasy would be the towel boy in a locker room, and after a big game all the athletes would come into the locker room, strip down, and throw their jockstraps and foul smelling football socks all over me.  Then they press their sweaty asses in my face and make me suck their cocks and then brutally fuck me on the changing bench."

Very, very hot!  I'd love to see those happen gentlemen, and I certainly hope your wet dreams come true!  

I'd say my biggest American Football fantasy, and I'm a helpless romantic mind you, is where I'm all alone on the football field at night, the bleachers are empty, the game is long since over.  

I walk in the blinding light of the huge overhead stadium lamps.  Suddenly a voice comes on over the loudspeakers 

"Uh oh, looks like we have a stray fan on the field!  How about we show him what happens when you're on the field after the game, boys?"

Several men clad in full football gear, black jerseys and helmets with numbers 99, 69, and 55 come out and surround me.  Two of the football players, #55, and #99 circle around behind me and grab me so I can't move while #69 approaches and caresses my body, stroking downward to my crotch where he grips my bulge and squeezes gently but firmly as a wicked smile graces his lips.  They pull me to a different part of the field, the ground is soft and wet, and #69 shoves me down into the mud, he flips me over and pushes my face into it.  Calling me his mud boy, he and the other two men take my clothes off of me and take turns pushing me into the mud, smearing my body with the muck, and getting more excited and aggressive.  Before long I am completely covered in dark mud, and shivering in the night air.  

#55 takes the lead and picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and they march off into the showers with me in tow.  #55 puts me down on the floor and places his muddy cleats on my chest so I don't go anywhere, and I am forced to gaze up at him in his glorious gear.  The other two players are out of sight undressing while #55 tramples me lightly under his filthy cleats, calling me his 'little muddy towel boy' with a gentle smile.  Then #99 and #69 come back into view, they are now naked except for rubber hoods, obscuring their faces, I can only see their intense eyes and eager smiles.  They pick me up by my arms and drag me into the showers where they continue to molest, caress, and dominate me under the warm cascading waters.  I eagerly worship their beautiful muscled bodies as the mud washes off of mine and vanishes in a swirl down the drain.

Play Safe my Dear Readers.

Dominated by a Sir With Wings

The Saturday before last was one I needed, as I have been starved to submit for a while.  I joke with my friends, saying "What did I do? I went down to San Diego, and won the state title for California Leather boy 2012.  What happened next? I went and found my dom side! The Old Guard and the committee are going to be so pissed..."

It's not my fault, it just happened! I swear!

Well the weekend started when I got off the train up in Pasadena and met Sir John at the station, we loaded my bag in the back and drove off.  We arrived at his house and I dropped off my bag in his dungeon basement and he wasted no time in forcing me up against the wall with an aggressive kiss.  Thank you, sir!

He bound me up with rope, gagged me with a bandanna, and marched me upstairs where he proceeded to tie me up on the floor of his office, blindfold me, and leave me to struggle while he worked on some emails nearby.  I struggled for a little, and then the bondage started to relax me.  I went into my own head for a while, it's much like falling asleep but you're aware that you're unconscious.  Being away from my cellphone was one thing that really helped me relax.  Time passed, I eventually felt him release me, and I came back to Earth again.

From there we headed over to a private airport, a few days prior, Sir John asked me if I liked flying, and I had said yes! I enjoyed flying, it was one of my favorite ways to travel.  We reached the airport, signed in, and we walked to the reason of that question.  A very small 3-seat aircraft.  Sir John has a pilot's license.

Soon I was in the passenger seat, headset clamped on my head, and we were taxiing out onto the runway.  The plane took off and we were airborne!  Man that was fun!  You reach that really cool altitude where everything looks like a toy set below you and you stay there, leveling out and it feels like the sky is a ceiling just a few feet above your head.  During our flight I mentioned I had a fantasy with mud and quicksand and if he knew of any riverbeds or muddy spots, my eyes searched the ground far below but even at this altitude I couldn't find anything.  It's hard to find mud close by in my part of California, I'm still dreaming and wishing for my first quicksand experience. Due to our consistent sunny weather, low rainfall, and lack of rivers and lakes, mud lovers have to trek far for their fantasies to come true.  However he did mention that he did find a spot by accident, silt as high as his waist!  In Pasadena!  It was a good idea I was already sitting down.  I just pray his find is still where he says it is and that he can take me there someday soon!

The flight soon became a little more turbulent and my initial nausea that I was able to ignore before became much more apparent.  I reported my airsickness, and Sir John placed his sweater in my lap.  I looked down at the black sweater, and I felt the waves of nausea increase.  We hit more turbulence, and I heaved...and resisted!  No!  I was not going to puke!  Not in Sir John's plane!  Not on Sir John's sweater!  I was a good boy!  I felt another heave and resisted again!  My sunglasses went foggy with my forehead sweating, the air was warm, every bump, rise, and fall was multiplied by two.  I refused to vomit!  No way! I'm a good boy!  I entered that stage of sick relaxation, where your body just feels mellow but in a miserable way.  The worst was over, but my throat burned.  However I still came out on top.  I did not puke.

We landed and I was able to leave the aircraft, and take a nice seat on the flat pavement of the airport.  Despite the last fifteen minutes, the flight was so much fun!  I just...needed to sit for a moment.  That's all.

Later in the day, and after my stomach finally settled, we were back at Sir John's home, he bound me up once more, and dominated me, forcing me down on my knees to lick his boots.  It's felt like ages since I last serviced a Sir's boots.  I enjoy it tremendously, the taste of boot leather, the pleasure I can give my dominate as he watches me submit and clean the tops of his boots with my eager tongue.  The praise I hear from far above me, "Good boy."  He raised me on my feet and held me from behind, his mouth close to my ear, he asked.

"Is your ass still off limits, boy?"

I thought a moment.  The last time I played with him I was unsure, so I chose to decline back then.  Not many people are allowed to fuck me, with me anal sex is intimate and personal because it deals with someone being inside of me.  I want the men who are allowed inside to be trustworthy.  I've known John to be a very good friend, and an amazing dominant Sir.  He's shown me wonderful experiences in his dungeon, and he has taken excellent care of me in the past.  I gave him permission because he is a dear friend of mine and in my eyes, has earned passage.

He dominated me more, grabbing me from behind in that arms-from-behind hug position, mouth by my ear, perfect for whispering dark words into your helpless sub's ears and hearing him moan.  He pushed me upstairs, stripped me, and threw me on the bed.  Turning me on my stomach, he prepped my ass with lube and slowly entered me.  I was nervous, as I don't get a lot of anal play as I said before, so each time my ass is tight.

He was just right, it felt great, and he moved slowly so I could get accustomed to him.  He screwed me very well, and thoroughly!  I was his boytoy and I really enjoyed every moment of it.  Afterward he provided wonderful aftercare as expected!

A little while later, after we had rested up, he dominated me once more!  This man has a lot of energy and once more I ended up stripped and bound, my wrists bound and my ankles tied, stretched across the bed.  He prepped my ass once more, and I wanted it!  When he screwed me this time, he kept inside a specific place, and the more he fucked me the more it rubbed me sore, until he bent closer and said "When I fuck a boy, I want to make sure it hurts."

I was sent into a dominant-submissive fit.  I wanted it to hurt, I wanted him to hurt me, I wanted to show him how much I could take!  That I could withstand it all!  I roared into the spit-soaked bandanna gag stuffed in my mouth, as I strained against my bindings as he mercilessly rammed my ass!  He roared as he climaxed, and I was left to collapse, it was invigorating!

During the aftercare, while I was in Sir John's arms, I thought about the differences between John fucking me and Dizzy making love to me.  When John fucked me, it was purely for fun, for sex, I was his boy toy and I liked the "abuse" and the praise of a job well done as his submissive.  When Dizzy fucks me, I feel love for him, I crave him, I want to please not only his body but his heart, I want him inside of me to connect with me, I want to connect with him on all intimate levels.

After a delicious meal out, we returned to the house, and instead of going to the Eagle or Anvil, Sir John decided we would be staying home, and I found myself in the dungeon once more, arms chained above my head, and boots chained spread eagle, the metal links keeping my feet immobilized and firmly in place.  Like a scene from an action film, a helpless blindfolded, gagged prisoner in a dark dungeon, awaiting his torture.  Only I was looking forward to it, and loving my predicament.

A flogger struck my back and I grinned into the gag.  I was looking forward to this all day long!  I like Sir John's flogging style!  It's medium-firm and fast, and he gets riled up, and the energy riles me up.  I want it!  I crave it! I hear the leather slap my back mercilessly!  I feel the energy slam against my bare, vulnerable skin!

After a while, I was getting close to catharsis, and I suddenly recalled my dear friend Copper who is tragically not on this plane of existence anymore.  I wanted to release the pockets of emotions that are said to reside within the body, I wanted more release, I wanted him to strike me more to burst them, release the energy stored inside.  However he stopped...I was already buzzing, and he said that I had taken quite enough already.  I was sobbing, and said that I could take more, but he released me and gently guided me to the floor and held me in aftercare.   I lay there on the floor, beaten and buzzed in boyspace for a while before he helped me to my feet, and we slowly went up the stairs, in the soft blue light of his dungeon stairwell.

Sir John led me to the bed, affixed his collar around my neck for the night, and he pulled the blankets over us, and I fell asleep in his arms, miles away in subspace, drunk in flight.

Thank you, Sir John.

Play Safe my dear readers.

The Grand Kink and Fetish Ball Weekend

Last weekend was a flurry of events! Including my own!

FRIDAY

The Grand Kink and Fetish Ball was an incredible success!  I want to thank everyone who contributed!

Luis Skobar of Skobar Photography
The Crypt in Long Beach
ConRev
Jagermeister
Mineshaft Bar
and Pistons Bar for hosting my event!

Also my friends who contributed:

Kevin
Paloma and Dino
Alex Kitay and Michael Perna
Coy
Franco
Alan
Patrick
Robert and Koby of Pistons
and everyone who came out to the event!

Kevin picked me up and we arrived to set things up.  Luis Skobar had gifted me with two wonderful banners, a large and medium one with my image and title to use at my events.  By 8:10pm everyone was ready, I had promised myself that I would start the event at 8:00pm sharp because I had grown tired of the whole "Gay-Standard Time" nonsense, but it didn't really seem to work.

With Alex and Paloma on raffle tickets, Michael and Franco on Jello shots, my buddy Kevin at the door, and Dino helping me with being my boy auctioneer, I was well set and ready to fundraise.  The evening was very enjoyable, I barely felt anxiety as I started each segment this time, not like my last event where I needed a shot to just calm the fuck down! Hahaha!

It was wonderful to see so many of my friends and acquaintances coming in and seeing them in gear.  When it came time for the boy auction I had run into a minor problem previously in the week, the man I had lined up for my prize package couldn't make it.  It didn't make a huge impact, as I had intended to draw upon the audience for participation and see how that worked.  The entire idea had been an experiment for me, and later I heard from Dino that it wasn't the first time someone had done a boy auction (Damn! I wanted to be original!).  I drew two boys from the crowd, one of whom was my good friend Patrick who was sold to Michael for a very generous amount!  Now Dino was a great auctioneer, and it was his booming voice that really made me happy I chose him to help me auction, and made me hope that I can reach his level of presence on stage.  Compared to him, I might as well be whispering into the mic!  When do I get to that point?

When Dizzy arrived I enjoyed a wonderfully long hug in his arms.  I really love this man so much, and being with him gives me such great joy.  Him being at my event really sent my heart soaring!

Several times through the night I checked on my friend Coy who had met with Sir Michael (who was gracious to bring Dizzy with him from San Diego!) and they hit it off very well.  So well, Sir Michael had Coy in cuffs and hood and chained to a bench the second time I checked in.  It was wonderful seeing Coy have such a great time, as I know he really needed it.

The boy auction completed, the prizes raffled off, I had one more feature I wanted to play with.  An idea suggested to me by a friend of mine, Matthew, he said that I could have a time where people could come up to the mic and tell the audience about their fetishes and kinks.  I named it Kinky Show and Tell.

We heard some nice ones, several men from the audience came up and confessed some intriguing kinks and desires.  Someone said that they actually prefer loose boy butts to tight ones, and someone else said that he was really into guys belching and rolling their stomachs, I even got a couple on stage and they told us what they liked to do to each other.  After the last one had braved the microphone, Alex demanded I do one, and after faking shy a little bit, I confessed my quicksand fetish.  I said how much I enjoyed the idea of sinking in mud, and getting filthy with another guy.

No one in the bar had ever heard of it before.  I got some fun reactions, like "Really? Quicksand? ...huh." and "I thought I had heard and done everything, and then you get on stage and blow my mind!"

Well, I did say it was one of my more "exotic" fetishes.

The night ended quite well, and I went home with Sir Michael and Dizzy after saying farewell to my friends who spilled out onto the street as we were booted out of the bar at 2:00am.  Dizzy joined me in my bed, with Sir Michael in my sleeping bag on the floor.

What a wonderful night!  Thank you so very much everyone!


SATURDAY

After a nice breakfast at Two Umbrellas, Sir Michael left to meet with Sir John for the day, leaving me and Dizzy to enjoy ourselves together.  The day went by smoothly, we had planned on attending a critter play party that evening, but discovered we had no ride to or from the event, and decided to stay home.  At dinner and as I sipped from the rum bottle (first time taking it straight, pretty spicy stuff!) Dino called and invited us to an event that the Imperial Court was holding at Ripples bar.  He said it was a casino night, and it sounded fun.  He also said that right after we would go to the Eagle in LA, and it was sealed. We dressed in our leather and met him at the Crypt.

The event was very entertaining, and even though I'm still new to card games and games of chance, I still had fun.  There was a raffle with a HUGE lube basket that Dizzy and I pooled all of our tickets towards, but alas it was not to be.  We also saw Fabrique, who helped sell tickets at my very first event Leather Men and Dogs, who is currently running for Empress XLI of Long Beach.  She and two other candidates put on some amusing lip sync shows, including Michael Pennington who is running for Emporer XLI of Long Beach who did a hilarious bit of a stripping priest who revealed he was wearing lingerie under his robe.

At the end of casino night, I met two of Dino's boys from Las Vegas.  These two were like Thing 1 and 2 from the Cat in the Hat they were so bad!  They kept pulling and pushing on Paloma, making jokes on how they were going to bump him off, at one point the way they were joking made me half worried when they were dragging him towards the beach claiming to show him the grunions.

The backsass and attitude didn't stop there, not by a long shot.  They hurled sassy insults and slams at Dino as we drove back to his apartment, calling him and just saying the worst crap over the phone.  If these boys did this crap to some of my Sir friends, their smart asses would be beaten red and raw and they'd be chained up from the rafters as an example to other boys!  But that's all why I enjoyed them so much!

When we got to Dino and Paloma's apartment the shenanigans continued, one of the boys ran up to a little wooden box on the floor and opened it, saying "Ohhh! You even got a box for Mama's ashes!" and when Paloma brought in the laundry as everyone else was outside having a smoke, one popped his head in and said "Dino wants to know if you're going down to the river to beat the rocks?"

I fucking lost it.

I hadn't busted up laughing that hard in what felt like years!  I was cackling my ass off all the way down to the car, out of the complex, and I finally calmed down when we were on the streets heading up to the Eagle. (I literally just spent the last ten minutes rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off as I recalled the event! Such flagrant humorous disrespect and backsass would have earned them both a violent beating anywhere else, and I love that kind of mischief.) Dino asked if I was baked, I was laughing so hard.

Dino had also informed me that I was now a member of Family Garcia Ole.  I like that name.  It sounds wild and spicy, and I'm not only honored to be welcomed into their family, I'm thrilled to have such a fun name to be a part of!

When we landed at the Eagle, the bar was absolutely packed to the brim, as would be expected as the Mr. Eagle 2012 contest was in full swing.  Dizzy and I hopped in line as Dino drove off to find parking.  Not two seconds later, the bouncer, an intimidating man with some very fascinating facial piercings came up to us, said "You, you, and you, come with me."  He had pointed at Dizzy, myself, and another man dressed in leather, and lead us all to the front of the line where we were put in a tiny line of men dressed in leather.  We got inside in five minutes!  Dizzy went ahead of me in line, and paid for my cover, and we then found out that my fee was waived because I was a titleholder!  Woah, nice! I was told that my medallion would get me into some cool places and give me nice benefits, I just didn't really think it was true, nor did I want to risk looking like a holier-than-thou asshole by asking.

The bar was absolutely stuffed with men in leather!  I love that sight!  I saw many friends and got to reconnect with a few whom I hadn't seen in a while. I was able to introduce Dizzy to Mike Gerle, whom I have been talking to concerning a little domination play, plus the man is very nice and enjoyable to be around (not to mention hot as hell).

I didn't get to see the contest whatsoever, it was so packed, and I didn't want to risk drowning in the crowd by moving into the main bar.  Congratulations Andre on winning Mr. Eagle 2012 and Dan on 1st Runner Up! I did pull Dizzy in to see the "initiation" that the Band of Brothers does after every contest. Of course in that bar you can't hear yourself whisper so we don't know what was said, but we did enjoy the spectacle of the ceremony.

We left afterward, and the last thing I remember after climbing into the back seat was resting my head on Dizzy's lap.  The next thing I knew, Dino was asking me if I was hungry and we pulled into a Denny's to grab a quick 2:00am breakfast.  I love eating late, and I love going out in public with other friends in full leather.  I'm not going to deny it, I love to freak out the "normies".  Heheheh.

After the meal, we were dropped off and Dizzy and I fell asleep in each others arms, one of my favorite places to be in this world.


SUNDAY

Waking up in my lover's arms (oh god I love saying that, and I don't give a shit if it makes me look like a part of mushy couple), I thought it was a great time to introduce Dizzy to Wet and Messy Play!  I had bought some cake mix at Smart and Final when I was prepping to make Jello shots, and after calling my gunge buddy who poured J-Lube all over me one magical night in a bathtub, I grabbed one box of Betty Crocker yellow cake mix, and added one cup of hot water, blended it in a large bowl until creamy, and pulled Dizzy into the shower with me.

The hot water had made the batter very warm, and the perfect temperature as I took a handful and slopped it on his chest, rubbing it in.  He returned the favor, and soon we were smothering each other in the sweet, delicious mess.  The batter was thick and didn't run, but it was so creamy it felt wonderful.  I thoroughly enjoyed licking it off of his hot, sexy body, and feeling it squish between us as we hugged tightly.  The feeling of it on our hard members was also a thrill, leading to what we called "frosting each other", hahaha.

Cake batter made for easy clean up, as water dissolves everything, and doesn't clog the drain.  Cleanup doesn't take very long at all either, plus the sweetness makes it very desirable as a play substance.

We spent the rest of the day lazily enjoying each other, until the time came where I had to watch my lover and Sir Michael drive off and out of sight.  The day returning to quiet, and my apartment silent once more.


Play Safe Dear Reader.

Fetish of The Month 2012: January - Diaper Play

Good evening my dear kinky readers!

Tonight is special because it is the start of a brand new idea I had for my blog here at Adventures in Fetish!  

The FETISH OF THE MONTH!  

I wanted to do something regular for my blog and I thought a monthly installment of a specific fetish would be a fun way to keep a project during the year and progress my fetish and kink education at the same time.

To start 2012 off, I thought I’d investigate Diaper Play!  You know, New Year’s Baby and all, I thought it would fit pretty well.  Since I’ve never played in diapers myself, I gathered information from some very nice gentlemen around the internet who share this fetish who were willing to contribute to my blog, one man was even willing to submit his picture!  Thank you very much! I really appreciate it!

Now from what I understand, a common interest in diapers is the release of adulthood, and a return to a more simple time when we were all free from responsibility.  The return to infancy provides a level of emotional and mental comfort, a safe place for those who wear them.  As we grow up we graduate to underwear and pants, and gain new responsibilities of having to take care of ourselves.  My observation is that when diaper players wear a diaper, they regain that lost innocence and freedom once more, if only for a little while.

Now there is a difference between those who play with diapers and love diapers for what they are (diaper lovers) and those who wear diapers for age play (usually known as “littles” or “adult babies” (“Littles” can be a spectrum of ages where “adult babies” are simply infants)). 

One contributor had this to say about why he enjoyed diapers:

“I am not actually into age play, I am just a DL (diaper lover) as opposed to an AB (adult baby). There is a level of emotional comfort that comes with wearing a diaper and wetting it.....a sort of escape from the responsibilities that come with being an adult. That said, I am not the sort that requires much more than that in the way of escape. I never have any desire to crawl around on the floor or suck on a pacifier. Though, I do enjoy a very thick diaper, so I guess it is an odd in between area that I occupy.

Sexually, I like the thickness of the diapers, a large bulge covered in tight plastic, as well as the watersports aspect of the piss excites me. I am also in to sports cups, pvc, rubber, the like, so I guess that all sort of overlaps in a way.”

Another contributor explained his interest in diapers:

“I was introduced to diapers by meeting a really cute guy on line who was into diaper play. I never imagined I would have done it, but did it just cause he was cute and I wanted to hook up with him. It was so hot that I started checking out diaper web sites and the rest is history

It started off with the feel of the material and the crinkling sound but it has evolved into the warm wet feel of the pee in the diaper”

Here is another contributor’s story as to how he got started with diapers and how he feels about them:

 “Interest in diapers: My younger brother was a bedwetter well into his teens. He had to wear diapers to bed whenever we stayed overnight at a hotel, or relatives place. It is my belief that this extra attention triggered some latent need for them...and a bit of jealous. Was interested ever since, and first got to really try them around 18, and have been hooked ever since.

 Most erotic about diapers: From an erotic standpoint, well that would have to be the way they feel on my body, especially the way it feels against my peepee when they're wet.

 Enjoy most while diapered: Well, aside from playing with myself (naughty, I know), I think I enjoy watching movies/playing video games most in general. Though, really, the "most" must be playing with myself. -chuckles-“

I also asked what kind of fantasies they may have concerning diapers, and I received these two separate responses:

“My fantasy is to have my lil bro sitting in my lap with his diaper on. I feel his diaper warm up as he soaks it. We start to kiss. Eventually his diaper is so full that it leaks out all over me. That turns me on so much that I cut a hole in the back of his diaper and I slide my dick into the diaper and into him. My dick goes in and out while I feel the warm piss run over my balls and between my ass crack”

“Biggest fantasy scene: I'd have to say, coming home from school, work or whatever to find my boyfriend has transformed the room into a nursery, gotten rid of my underwear, and forces me back into diapers forever. ”

Now I also asked one contributor what he may want people to know about age or diaper play and here is my question with his response:

“> Is there anything else you'd like people to know about diaper play and age play? Do you get into age play? ”

Well, I know that many people who don't understand it, consider age play to be tantamount to pedophilia...or at least wish fulfillment for such thoughts. I want people to know that it is not, as a general rule any such thing.

There are, and always will be sick people in every group. But, in and of itself, age play is not about having sex with kids. Age play, is about reliving what it was, or felt like to be a child, toddler, or infant. There is a sexual aspect, true, but that's because people are sexual creatures, and those engaging in age play are sexually functional adults. So the "infant" may experience sexual sensations.

I have never managed to get into the Adult Baby side, mostly because I don't have a "Daddy" figure in my (diapered) life. I do have a Onesie (also known as a Diaper Shirt), and a pacifier. But the one is practical, and the pacifier is part of an oral fixation. One day, I do plan on at least experiencing age play once.

However, I want to point out: A line should be drawn in age play. The "Daddy" figure, should NEVER have sex with, or sexually stimulate, the "Toddler/Infant" figure in the relationship while they are engaging in age play. If they want to have sex, that's fine, as long as it's before or after they've finished with the age play. IMHO.”

The more I asked and learned about diaper play, the more I became intrigued, and before I knew it I found myself curious to try it out to see what the erotic draw about it might be and if I may share in this interest.  I have not yet experienced it as of this posting, but I hope to explore it for the sake of pushing my own boundaries and expanding my horizons.  Hey, you never know, I could like it!  That will definitely be a post for another evening!

Until then, dear readers, Play Safe.

Happy Kinky New Year!

I hope everyone had a beautiful and enjoyable New Year's celebration!  I recently returned from my visit down to San Diego where I spent the holiday with my boyfriend, Dizzy.

One of the best parts of getting off the train when I go to visit him is how he greets me, imagine a slim and sexy young man in a leather jacket, black punk-ish jeans, and tall boots running up to you, tackling you, and then picking you up and swinging you around in the air and you'll know how I was greeted on Friday night! I'm a huge romantic so this totally started my night off on the right booted foot, and after a long while without him, I started to tear up with joy.

From there, we made our way to the dungeon nearby and soon after entering I was asked if I could help a friend of his learn how to flog by being the target.  I gladly accepted the chance to help another person practice, and was bound to the St. Andrew's cross where Dizzy and a few other dungeon members helped instruct.  After the tutorial Dizzy proceeded to rub a rabbit pelt on my bare skin.  It felt so wonderfully soft and sensual, and sent me to a nice light headspace.

We didn't stay very long afterward, the leather went back on and we shared a cab ride home with his friend who had just practiced on my backside.  After dropping the bags, I gave Dizzy his New Year's gift, a bottle of Cask & Cream Original Temptation Cream Liquor and a pan of white chocolate fudge that I had made.  The liquor was poured and I shared a nice intimate drink with him, the rest of the evening becomes a blur, however we did wake up in each others arms the next morning.  Only the best place in my opinion, doesn't matter where, as long as I get to see the sun rise with this man in my embrace.

Saturday was spent spending time with Sir Michael and his guest, Mike.  They picked us up and we headed to a few military surplus stores where I picked up my first MRE pack.  I've heard of them tasting fairly good and I've always wanted to try one out myself.  After browsing sexy used and new uniforms, we made our way back to Sir Michael's apartment where he proceeded to hogtie me in cuffs and belts much to my pleasure.  Dizzy and Michael then took advantage of my helplessness and tickled me relentlessly!  After being sufficiently worn out, I was eventually released and Mike took us back to Dizzy's place where upon leaving the truck, he gifted me with another MRE.  A little gaming later and Dizzy and I couldn't wait until the count down, we headed upstairs and enjoyed the last play session of the year.


I always enjoy submitting to him, his handsome face looking down on me, his sexy smooth body, my arms around his waist, hands on his chest, my lips upon his as he deeply kisses me and calls me "boy".  I love it when he grabs my harness from behind and forces me anywhere he wants me, I would be his slave, and that kind of submission doesn't come lightly with me at all, especially the unhesitating way I feel about the idea.  I would proudly wear his collar and nothing else around his house if he so ordered it of me.  I love him deeply, and I adore how he makes sweet, passionate love to me.

That night he gave me a new article of leather, a leather boy cap.  I'm eager to wear it out and show it off! At first I thought the style didn't really fit my personality or looks, but he assured me he thought I looked hot in it, and so I will wear it with a grin on my face.  He also gave me a new blue handkerchief, to replace the one I had somehow lost in San Francisco the last time I had gone up with Cockpit, he's so wonderful like that! Later, we enjoyed his room mate's cooking and a few cocktails, all I know is that it had tropical frozen fruit juice, Everclear, and by my second glass I was close to snoozing in Dizzy's lap.  As the countdown started, Dizzy grabbed my head and pulled me in for my first New Year's Kiss that ended 2011 and started 2012.  It was a beautiful ending to start a wonderful beginning.

The next morning I tried to shoot for him after a bit of good-morning play, but I couldn't.  You've been there, I'm sure!  You're body is just screaming for release, you're working yourself close to raw...and you're miles from sweet climax.  Frustrated, but still happy to be in my lover's arms, we kissed a little more before getting up.

After a mug of cereal Dizzy prepared for me, I wanted to show him some of the mud sinking videos I had found.  (I'll go into this later on, but I'm a huge mud and quicksand fanatic, I haven't had the experience of sinking in quicksand yet, but I want to so very badly!  Unfortunately Dizzy told me that the clay pit I had heard of during my first trip down to see him had been destroyed.  My heart sank at the news, but I will not give up in my search for a quicksand experience!)  Afterwards we raced up to the bedroom and found sweet release.  A shower later and we spent some quality time walking a few miles to a Carl's Jr. and bonding closer.  When we returned to the apartment, his leather family called and Mouse, whom I had met the first time I came down to spend the weekend with Dizzy, offered to give us a ride to the station.  Thank you, Mouse.  You really saved us a lot of time and stress and we appreciate it!

After our goodbyes, and as I sat on the train back to Los Angeles, my thoughts turned inward and around.  I started to think how I fit in with the whole leather world, the S&M scenes, the Master/slave realm.  At times I feel like a fox in a pack of wolves.  That we are of the same genus, but not the same species, sometimes feeling a little left of center, out on my own orbit.  There are times where I feel very happy being myself, even mischievous doing so being different.  This time I felt an odd pang of loneliness.  Even being accepted by many as friend and family, there's something still out there, or inside, that isn't singing the same song as most others.  But instead of feeling down and out I will focus on what's important to me.

Making people happy.

So I wish you, my dear readers, a very messy, kinky, horny, safe, and wonderful new year of experiences!

Play Safe.

Gunge Night

This was a very Merry Christmas weekend!

Friday night I took the bus to see a good (and incredibly sexy) friend of mine, G., and his adorable puppy boy.  My friend G. and I met at my first event, and became very good friends.  Meeting several times after, having a drink and really enjoying each others' company.  We had talked about gunge play (gunge is another term for Wet and Messy play) and how hot we both agreed it was.  He spoke of great scenes involving things from cake batter, to coconut oil, to motor oil, to J-lube, making me drool and wish so hard for the experience myself.

Tonight was finally here, and I was going to have my first gunge scene.  Now I've played with Wet and Messy before, but I feel that this next scene was what I really was looking for.

We reached his house and relaxed after dinner.  I changed into my leather harness and my red jockstrap for him, we enjoyed margaritas and I became comfortably buzzed, a few games on his Xbox 360 later and then the night really took off.  His pup had gotten changed out of his clothes into a leather harness, fist mitts, collars, and puppy hood, and he put on some sexy black goggles and black latex gloves.  He ordered me into the kitchen and had his pup on a short leash.  I stood there at attention and watched him create a batch of J-Lube in his blender.  Watching this very tall, slender, handsome man create a thick sticky cum-like fluid in his kitchen with periodic glances at me, I sobered up really quick.  When he was finished he placed a strip of tape firmly over my mouth and I was silenced.

He handed me the bowl of J-Lube and ordered me to follow him to the bathroom as he led his pup by his leash inside.  There, he lit a candle and set the mood with some electronica on his stereo.  My boots, socks, and harness were stripped.  I motioned if he wished me to take off my jockstrap to which he replied.

"Leave it on, we're going to ruin it."

I was ordered into the tub, which even after being warmed slightly with hot water was still chilly to the touch.  The cold porcelain against my skin made me hug my knees, anticipating what would happen next.  The dark, black goggles were slid over his eyes, the black latex gloved hands raised the bowl high over my head, my breath rapid, my body shivering more now.

"Close your eyes."

I waited there in the tub in darkness, time came to a crawl, I could feel the bowl hovering high above me, filled with thick lube, I shivered more.  Each passing second was like a minute long, until it finally happened.

The slimy, thick, sticky lube hit me.  It was pure bliss.  It kept coming, and coming, it was cold, but it felt too good to care!  I let out a long moan, I shivered harder, oh god thank you, Sir! Thank you, Sir!

"Open your eyes and look at yourself."

I was covered in thick slime, threads of cum-like lube covered me, I rubbed it all over my body, feeling it slide and slick my skin up was a sensation I could only dream about before! I looked up at him, shivering.  I looked into his dark goggles, at his black gloved hands, I looked at the pleased and intimidating smile on his sexy face.  I fell deeper into submission!  I wanted to be his sticky science experiment!  I felt like I had just fallen out of a clone's egg, covered in life fluids in a lab deep underground, at the complete mercy of an incredibly hot mad scientist and his loyal pup slave.

The merciless gloved hands poured more!  I moaned loudly, begging for more, lubing up my entire body!  It was so cold! I'm shivering even now as I recall the sensation, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat!  My body hungered for more!  I begged him! Sir, make me your filthy science pig slave!  Cover me in your cum-like fluids!  Make me your sticky, slimy, science experiment!  Please, Sir!

The remaining lube was dumped all over my head, and I shook with pleasure!  I was his gunge slave at last!  Webs of lube covered my hands!  Threads and strands of lube connected between every appendage!  He ordered me to cum at once, and I immediately complied, working off my jockstrap with little ease, I gripped my throbbing member and nearly died...

...it was amazing.  The slick lube was everywhere, completely covering my hands.  There was a full layer of lubricant between my palm and my manhood.  Nearly no friction whatsoever!  It took ages, but time that I relished!  I gazed at him, his eyes no longer covered by those intimidating goggles, latex gloves dripping with lube, his puppy slave eagerly watching behind him, me covered in thick lube.  I finally erupted, it was fantastic!  "Just close your eyes and lay there for a while." he ordered.  Sir, yes sir.  As I lay there in the cold tub, I melted into the feeling of being his gunge slave.  I felt so wonderful, the physical sensations were out of this world.


Now, cleaning up was a long process.  I was completely drenched in lubricant and so was the tub itself.  The very dangerous part of all this was that the tub floor was ridiculously slippery.  G. poured handfuls of salt in order to absorb the lubricant, and he kept the shower on in order to dilute it.  Lots of shampoo and body wash soap was required to absorb the lube in my hair and all over my body.  The cleaning process took twice as long as the scene itself, but in spite of all the shivering, scrubbing and cleaning, I enjoyed myself immensely!

While he cleaned the tub and my slicked up naked body, G. told me about a time where he gunged himself with caramel and cake batter.  He said he had done so in a stone tub, and that the caramel as well as the tub's sides were icy cold.  He couldn't stand it for long, and had to tell his gunge playmate "I'm freezing! Just give me the cake batter!"  I look forward to being slathered in batter in the near future, and introducing someone special to the gunge scene at the same time!

After the cleaning was finished, we moved to the bedroom, my energy on a mild heat and soothed from my Wet and Messy experience.  As we were ready for bed, G.'s puppy was excited, and pawed at his crotch.  He wanted to be fed, and G. was more than happy to oblige.  I considered myself very fortunate to be privy to their intimate scene, as G. wishes to stay monogamous with his puppy, and I want to respect that in every sense.  I feel privileged to have watched him enjoy his pup in a demonstration of their tight-knit bond and intense love for each other. 

After their lovemaking that night, his pup was leashed to the bedpost, and I was invited to sleep next to G.  It was a wonderful ending to a remarkable experience.

G.'s pup is very unique, as he isn't simply a man who acts like a puppy once in a while, but rather a man who lives as a dog in a man's body.  He woofs, growls, yips, and barks to communicate about 95% of everything.  He wears his collar at all times and only takes it off to bathe, and when he is home he goes down on all fours unless otherwise necessary.  In fact the first time I actually heard him speak, it surprised me.  His voice was low and subtle, and he always referred to himself in the third person and always by his puppy name.  I know him by no other.  His actions, personality, and customs are truly remarkable and fascinating to me, as I am able to look into another person's life, to see what makes him happy, comfortable, and at peace with himself.  To see him so happy makes me firmly reinforce my belief that this world could never exist in black and white, but rather an intense overflow of new color is necessary in order for all to coexist and to be happy.


My dear reader, always play safe, and always be open to acknowledging and investing the time to understanding an idea that is new and different to you.

Your mind will explode in wonder.

A Very Puppy Christmas

This weekend I spent up in San Francisco with Cockpit and the members of the San Francisco K-9 Unit!

FRIDAY

After an enjoyable and humbling-as-always flight up from Long Beach to San Francisco, Coy and I dropped our stuff off in the room and quickly joined the others for a delicious dinner at Amber India, then I was generously treated to an absolutely beautiful and awe-inspiring show of music, light, and human acrobatics at Cirque De Soleil's "Totem" with the guys.  Coy has been so wonderful to me, and it really shows how much he cares, and I am blessed to be able to call him a close and cherished friend.

Afterward we crashed at our hotel room with the very sexy, Copper.  He is a very confidant young man, as well as incredibly handsome with a smoking hot body which I can happily say I cuddled up to.  I want to slowly pull off that tank top of his and show him a hot time.  He exudes dominant energy, and it's interesting, the way I feel around him.


SATURDAY

The weekend started with us talking about how Coy was so sensitive to heat, which turned to us joking about how he was born.

I said "Your mother's water broke and it froze solid."  to which he replies "No.  The ice cracked and I fell out."

I love this pup!

Now I know I've mentioned how Cockpit earns his title of Golden Retriever, and he did it yet again today.  Whilst Copper, Coy, and myself were eating lunch and I had left to use the restroom, he had secretly paid for the meal of an old woman who was eating all by her lonesome.  When I was told this, my heart clutched. It was such a pure act of selflessness, and I couldn't help but begin mist up, and of course he said "Hey! No crying!" which made me laugh immediately.  He is a constant reminder that humanity is far from doomed, and he inspires me to do wonderful things.  I cannot ever pay him back, as he has given me mountains, I will however pay it forward, and push the energy forth into the world in front of me.

After lunch we met up with the others at Mr. S Leather, where Brooklyn the store mascot was happily dozing on a chair.  I love Brooklyn's ears, he's so cute! He can make the tips meet in the middle of his head on a whim as he happily trots about the racks of gear, casually sniffing customers as they shop.  I was also able to meet with Santiago, who takes care of the photography and modeling for Mr. S and I inquired about the possibility of becoming a model.  I had been toying with the idea of being a gear model for some time, and what store better to start with than Mr. S, right?  Now I'm not going to be showing off my dick or balls (my mother made me promise never to do porn, sorry guys, and no freebies either) but he did say that I had very bright eyes, which I took as a very nice compliment and something I should probably keep in mind for the future.  So we'll see what unfolds with that venture in the coming year!  I'm excited!

  When Brue, Wolf, and Keith arrived we were able to head upstairs and set up for the Puppy Park.  Coy swept and mopped, moved furniture around, and we stuffed the paw print stockings Coy had brought, and he brought plenty of stuffing items.  There were squeaky toys, wooden bone ornaments, little plastic toys, stickers, bone candy, candy canes, Paw Pride pencils, even sugar cookies that Coy had baked himself.  The pup's so amazing when it comes to Christmas. 

After we had done enough we headed out to Daddy John Ryan's cookie party for a short time, enjoying the delicious treats and wonderful company.  During the party I looked around for Coy and found him cuddling in the dog bed with Scruffy.  Now Scruffy...is a big guy.  A towering man, and a gentle giant, a rough beard and mustache which give him his "Scruffy" name.  I love getting hugs from this handsome guy! WOOF!  So seeing him all curled up with Cockpit who was enjoying every second of it by the huge grin on his face was absolutely adorable.

I also learned a harsh lesson at the party.  Never, ever, ever mix your holiday drinks.  I'm not talking about alcohol.  I'm talking never chase eggnog with cider or vice versa.  You will wish you were vomiting.  Thankfully the lesson was a short one and I was fine later that night.

After a quick pitstop at the hotel we made our way to Frolic at the Stud Bar! I geared up in my boots, leather pants, harness (which was recently gifted to me by my neighbor and friend, Brian), title vest, Muir cap, and blue fox tail.  Cockpit stopped outside the bar and asked if I wanted to be his handler for the night, I paused.  He had been so excited to pup out with me for the weekend, but I knew he was very excited to be spending time with Copper as well, so I asked him point blank.  "Who do you want to hold your leash tonight?"  He said "Oh, don't make me choose!" I said it was okay and he said sheepishly "Copper?" which I hoped he would.  I knew how happy it made him to be handled by Copper and I wanted him to have a wonderful night, as he had been working so hard helping with the K-9 Christmas event he deserved every joy that was available.  When we went inside, I immediately saw furries!  It was a first for me seeing furries outside of Califur and the Prancing Skiltaire party.  I never see them around Long Beach either, so it was great to see them in a bar. 

What I saw next really shocked me, two men had brought their dogs into the bar!  A Doberman who seemed very skittish, and a Bernese Mountain dog puppy only 6 months old!  It was so new to me, I didn't know it was allowed at all, but then San Francisco is a very different city from Long Beach.  Cockpit was immediately making friends with the Bernese puppy and the cuteness of the night peaked when they simultaneously played patty-cake paws together, and the surrounding crowd of onlookers awwed.  Heading in there was a sectioned off area with hanging rugs, a covered pool table with plush animal toys scattered on the top of it, and people chilling out.  Heading deeper and feeling more relaxed, I actually went out on the dance floor and started to dance, the music was wonderful, and it resonated so well.  I didn't really begin to dance until Copper was generous enough to buy me a shot of Jagermeister, and whatever remaining apprehension was thrown to the darkness of the night as I danced as I wanted to, cap brim hiding my eyes but not my grin.

I took a break at one point and was approached by someone in a leather vest with a Mama's Family plate who told me I shouldn't be wearing my Muir cap.  I smiled and replied "My puppy Cockpit gave me this hat, and I feel it would be disrespectful to him if I did not wear it out.  I've mentored a boy, and I have dominated other men, I think I can wear this hat."  to which he replied "Well I don't think you should wear it with your title vest."


I just told you why it's on my head and it's not going anywhere.  Mama thought you were worthy of wearing her plate, right?  Well my puppy thinks I'm worthy of wearing his hat, and furthermore my contest judges thought me worthy of wearing their patch and upholding their title of California Leather boy 2012, and my contest mate California Leather Puppy 2012 thinks me worthy of wearing the leather vest he so generously gifted to me in order to carry my patch.  If they didn't they would not have presented me with all of them.  I've been told to be myself, so that's who you're going to get, me.  All of me, and everyone who supports me in my life.

As the night progressed I absorbed the energy in the air and became happier and happier, I danced more and more, smiled harder and harder.  I was surrounded by fursuiters, men in leather, leather pups, rubber pups, furries, ravers, even a cross-dresser!  The night was a prime example that all walks of life can converge and coexist peacefully in a fun-filled night of frivolity and mirth!  All you need to do is let go!  Let go of aggression!  Let go of fear!  Grasp love!  Grasp joy!  Open your heart to your own fucking emotions, God damn you!  Cry hard!  Laugh harder!  Breathe and take it all inside!  There's so much out there to experience!  Don't let petty anxieties and drama keep you from meeting and loving people different from you!

When we had enough, we all left, and Wolf and Copper joined me and Coy back at our hotel room where we crashed together on the bed.

SUNDAY

We headed over to the play space above Mr. S and frantically started setting up.  There was so much to be done, food placement, decorations, more sweeping, props, cleaning, sanitizing the fuck furniture, and arranging the changing room!  I taped up the Leather Puppy flags, the K-9 Unit banner, ran for ice, helped Copper put down the puzzle floor mats, it was all so much done so fast!  We finished just as the first guests were starting to arrive!  We had also been conspiring with a surprise for Brue the whole time leading up to the weekend.  Since it was his birthday week, we had gathered the cards and presents, and someone even brought in a wonderful cake.  As the party was really getting started we called attention and surprised Brue, howled Happy Birthday, and celebrated.  Brue stressed himself silly over the whole event so it was beautiful to see everyone contributing back to him, the man deserves it. 

Exhausted from setup, I decided to relax on the couch, and I watched the scene unfold in front of me.  So many men in puppy gear, hoods, tails, naked, geared, collared, un-collared, all romping around, playing with squeaky toys, batting around floor toys, shredding a stuffed dog catcher, the energy was all so positive!  So uplifting! You couldn't not enjoy such a wonderful scene!

As the party died down, something new happened.  Copper and Spike were going to face off on the mats.  Spike seemed very reluctant, making jokes, whining if he had to do it, but Copper was focused and determined.  On all fours they pushed their heads together and began what I can only describe as pup wrestling, but it wasn't fun and playful.  It was more like a struggle for dominance, a challenge of power.  At first Spike wasn't really into it, but then as things progressed they wrestled more and more fervently until Copper ended up on his back with Spike barking loudly in his face a few times before screaming "AND YOU HAVE FUCKING CHRISTMAS CAROLS PLAYING! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"  Copper didn't seem at all surprised by the expression on his face, in fact it looked as if he had planned on it.  Next Sky came over after the boys had finished, and was even more fired up than Copper was.  He pounded the mats with his fists, barking as if he was foaming at the mouth, just waiting for the signal to start.  I watched them go at it, wrestling, tumbling.  The air was so tense, but it wasn't until I shivered and looked away for a moment and noticed that only a few pups were really watching.  The rest were bored of the scene, uninterested, playing with other toys, or in other rooms ignoring the event entirely.  I didn't understand.  Eventually Copper landed on his back again, and the match was over. 

Soon after, Brue held a raffle and great prizes were given out, dildos, porn, and jockstraps.  As they left people took home their stockings and waved goodbye.  We began to break the party down, taking apart the puzzle mats, sweeping, wiping down, deflating the inflatable tree and puppy, taking down the flags and banner.  Then Coy, Wolf, Copper, and I broke down the fake presents in the alley nearby which was fun, feeling my thick boots stomping on empty presents was such a thrill!  We said our goodbyes to Brue, Wolf, and Keith and headed back to the hotel ourselves.  Coy, Copper, myself and pup Wiz who tagged along with us went back to the hotel, to drop off, breathe, and then head down to Mel's Diner for a quick dinner before we walked a little around the block and said goodbye to Wiz.  Heading back to the room we made an early night, and I began to burn notes into my journal.

I was getting really frustrated, the encounter at the bar had upset me a little more than I had originally thought.  It had been on the back of my mind since it occurred.  Fear of my contest for International Leather boy came up, mainly anxieties of not being accepted simply because I don't follow some Old Guard traditions, or traditional leather protocol.  I don't feel as though I identify as Old Guard, or New Guard, or Traditional...I'm just me.  I identify as myself. 

Copper reassured me that I just needed to be true to what my interpretation of leather was.  He said that he could see that I took a lot of stock in Honor.  He said that I honored Cockpit by wearing his hat, he said I honored my leather by wearing it out.  He said that he saw me getting angry when he told me a story of disrespect that he had experienced himself concerning doms and collared subs.


I felt a lot better, and much more confidant again.  I'm going to be myself.  Just me and my interpretation.


Play Safe my friends.

My Kinky Boyfriend

This Thanksgiving weekend my handsome boyfriend Dizzy came up and spent some high-quality time with me.

At first when we were initially planning our get together, it seemed as if it would not come to be, due to unforeseen circumstances.  Thankfully events came to change that, and our disappointment was turned into great joy.  Dizzy surprised me outside of work on Friday afternoon as I was leaving my shift, seeing him stand up from where he was crouching, in his leather jacket, boots, and sunglasses made me stop for a moment.  This is my new boyfriend, a kinky, sexy, slim, handsome, lovable man with an open mind, who is into most of the kinks and fetishes I was, who is fascinated by building floggers, and he was here just for me.

I ran to him and hugged him.  The world fell away into darkness, and it was just us embracing under the sunlight on a tiny patch of concrete.  I closed my eyes and held him harder.  I didn't care that we were standing out in full view, all I wanted was him.  All of him.  He felt so wonderful in my arms, I could feel hot tears forming in my eyes.  I was so thankful to be holding him. The rest of Friday became a blur, we headed back to my apartment and the remainder of the day became a haze of making out, cuddling, caressing, and smiling at each other.  Eventually evening fell, we went grocery shopping for dinner and ended up back at the house with food, rum, and juices for mixers.  We ate, drank, and made sweet tender love to each other.  Constantly telling the other how happy we were that we had met and that we were so madly in love. 

At one point in the evening we discussed his watersports fetish. (Watersports is the slang term for urination play, the act of peeing on or being peed upon.)  I told him that I wanted to join him in his fetish, I wanted to be his piss boy, that even though it was not a fetish of my interest, and to be honest my first encounter with it wasn't very appealing, but nevertheless I recognized and acknowledged his sexual interest in watersports and that I wanted to participate in it for him.  We entered the shower together and I was introduced to piss play, Dizzy knelt down and allowed me to urinate on him.  I watched him enjoy my stream, bathing his head and hair in it, but nothing really entered my own head.  I was simply watching it unfold, waiting for something, anything to happen, a blip on the radar...but my radar stayed dark.  Then Dizzy washed off and asked me if I was ready, and where I wanted him to pee on me.  I decided that me leg was the most appropriate area for my first piss scene, he got into position and let his stream flow on my thigh.  I felt it hit and wash down my leg along with the hot water from the shower head, but as I watched him mark me, nothing came to mind.  It was like watching water flow from a pipe, nothing interesting or intriguing about it.  I was slightly disappointed, I had hoped that I would gain some interest in the fetish for him, because I wanted to share a lot of things with him, including our kinks and fetishes.  I do realize that I am not going to be interested in everything that he is, and the same stands for him as well, but I am very thankful that we are both open minded about us sharing the other with men we know and trust who are interested in these kinks and fetishes.  I did learn that in watersports play, you shouldn't do a scene after you've been sick or the first thing in the morning (the urine has been sitting in your bladder all night, soaking up all the toxins your body is excreting, that's why it smells so awful). One way of doing urine play is after drinking plenty of water or juice (Dizzy mentioned apple or pineapple, as he states that this makes the urine taste sweeter) and having the urine be clear, so you can tell it's cleaner.  This should be standard practice anyway, as a healthy bladder is a clean one.  (Be sure to research this fetish more before trying it yourself, as it does involve bodily fluids.)

Friday faded into Saturday with the sunrise, and we awoke together.  We enjoyed some time cuddling and kissing before going to hang out with Coy who, after running errands with him, generously took us out to lunch, and then a movie.  After a few more fun errands, Dizzy and I went back to my apartment and it became apparent that the hotdog I had consumed earlier was not going to behave itself in my gut.  While I was indisposed I heard noises from the kitchen, and afterward came out to find all the ingredients for dinner laid out and ready for me around the crockpot.  My heart soared, Dizzy was being incredibly helpful, and had also brought in my laundry for me as well.  I love this man so much!  He even mixed me a vodka cranberry and got me very buzzed, of course I'm a featherweight when it comes to booze so it didn't take much to get me started.  From there the night waned and I came out from washing up after dinner to find my boyfriend had restrained himself with a bungee cord and wrist restraints, helpless to my whims.

I enjoyed running my fingers along his slim, pale body as he shivered and pulled on the rope.  I wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him, savoring his body in my grasp.  The thought running through my head the entire time "This, hot, sexy fucker all tied up and helpless in my bedroom is my boyfriend..." He's all I can think about.  As I kissed his neck, "I love you," as I brushed my fingers along his chest "I want you," as I nibbled his ear and licked its crevices, "You're mine," soon he was released from his bindings and I gave him a few orders while I finished up in the kitchen, he happily complied.  When I came to the bedroom he was excitedly seated on his haunches in his puppy hood, butt wagging eagerly when I walked in.  The bed was made, the blankets folded, and his gear organized.  I'm so proud of him, I love him so much.  We made tender love on the bed as I dominated my hot puppy boy. He rode my manhood, slowly easing down on it, and I enjoyed every second, making him moan and grunt eagerly, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy, until he had to rip off his pup hood, as he peaked and blew his load all over me.  That smile on his face was worth the shot he gave me in the eye.

Sunday came and our energy was lazy.  We spent the morning curled up with each other until he turned to me, looked me in the eyes with that handsome face of his and asked how I felt about us fucking one more time.  He looked down, slightly embarrassed and explained that he didn't want it to feel like our relationship was just about the sex.  Of course I knew it wasn't centered around the sex!  We have very precious moments together, he's more than just a sweet ass, hot body, and a sexy face!  He has aspirations to achieve, dreams to pursue, experiences to behold!  We have more than a romp in the bed together, however I would be a damn fool not to fuck the ever living daylights out of my boyfriend when the opportunity presented itself!  So we went at it for the third time that weekend!  Woof!  Afterward we went out for a fun lunch in the park before we had to say goodbye.  As I watched my boyfriend walk off across the street, pulling his bag behind him and disappearing around the corner, I waited there, holding onto the fence.  As if he would just come racing back for one last kiss.  After a few minutes of staring at the point where he left my sight, I went back upstairs.  I looked at the bungee cord wrapped around my bedroom doorframe and thought to myself.

I have a sexy, kinky, open minded boyfriend...and I love him so very much.

I love you, Dizzy.  My thoughts are constantly of you.

Play safe my friends.

Pups on Ice!

Another fun trip up to San Francisco with my dear friend Coy has given me more fond memories and experiences.  It was a short weekend, but a fun and interesting one nonetheless!

Saturday afternoon we were in the air, as we always fly up to San Francisco, and I really enjoy flying.  I had a bit of a negative clash with a neighbor this past week and I was feeling like the scum of the Earth directly afterward.  I tend to harbor guilt for a while, feeling absolutely terrible and ashamed at what had transpired, so seeing the world fall away below us reminded me just how petty human conflicts can be in comparison to the size of our planet, and to try to keep things in perspective.

We landed and unloaded in our hotel, relaxing for a little while.  I made my way to the window and gazed out across the night-drenched city, a flashing old-fashioned Coca Cola billboard in the distance reminded me of all those movies with "big city" as their settings and the montage of flashing neon signs that play in the beginning.  It made me feel so thankful I could be in a hotel with a dear friend on a trip to see our K-9 Unit.  I looked over at Coy and he was already setting up our next trip up in December.  I tear up and smile every time I think of all that he's so generously given me.  Of course when I start welling up with joyful tears he smiles and says "Oh don't start bawling like a girl!"

I love you pup!

That evening we were meeting for a pizza dinner with some of the K-9 Unit and then going ice skating, when we were getting dressed Coy asked me if I would wear something for him, and he brought out a hockey jersey.  It was a real Vancouver Canucks jersey that he held in his hands, and he pointed to a discolored spot on the top left shoulder.  "Do you know what that is?" he asked.  I shook my head no, and inquired what it was.

"It's a blood stain."  Woah.  "It's my blood." Woah!  "Would you wear this for me?"  Of course I eagerly said yes, and went to try it on.  I looked at myself in the mirror and felt stronger, more powerful.  I was wearing a real, used, hockey jersey, with my best friend's bloodstain on it.

Awesome!

When the time came, we left the hockey gear in the room and headed out for dinner.  Due to some reservation mishap we ended up leaving to a different restaurant once the K-9 Unit showed up.  So we all headed to a place called Chevy's instead.  While we were waiting, I learned that Spencer, the hot slim young man whom I had a very enjoyable encounter with when I came up for Folsom Weekend had not only remembered me, but was thrilled that I was coming up again.  I was touched, I didn't really expect him to remember me, let alone be so excited ("Chasing his tail in excitement" as Brue put it) to see me again.  I love being remembered, it makes me feel...important.  That I am important enough to someone in order to be remembered.  An enjoyable and amusing dinner later, and we were at the ice rink, Coy ran back to the room to grab the hockey gear and I waited outside the rink in the rain for him for a little while before realizing that he probably would have come up and scolded me for staying out in the wet cold instead of heading inside to join the others.

I went inside and got a pair of size nine skates (they didn't have half-sizes and I'm an 8.5) and asked where the others had gone, I was told that I would know I was in the right place if I went over to the second set of bleachers.  I headed over and was met with Brue and Wolf both in pup headgear looking adorable.  I was anxious, I hoped Coy would be back in time to skate with us, as it was already around 10:12pm and the rink closed at 11:00pm, until I saw Cockpit come up the other side already geared and ready!  He wore a light blue jersey and his red-tongued dog mask.  After swapping my skates out for size 8's (Coy said that skates should be tight enough to the point that they come close to hurting), I donned my pup's Canuck's jersey, and snapped on my neoprene faceguard before wobbling over to the door to the ice.

The moment I stepped out on the ice I was confounded, my legs had forgotten everything I had learned in my figure skating classes so many years ago.  It all suddenly made sense, when someone says it's so incredibly hard to learn how to walk again, it was like learning how to skate for the first time all over again.  Nothing is more humbling than looking like a fool on the ice, I was so glad I chose to wear my faceguard that night, and not to wear my title vest.  The more I tried to focus on remembering, the more frustrated I became, why wasn't I remembering how to do this?  "It's like riding a bike!" someone said. 

Bullshit, I disproved that statement several times that night! Hahaha!

During my very painful trial and error learning process, the K-9 Unit was so incredibly supportive.  Cockpit never left my side, he was constantly holding my hand with his leather fist mitts, offering an arm to steady me, skating just behind me, or giving me a supportive gaze from inside his puppy hood, head cocked to one side, red tongue wagging, and his soft icy blue eyes smiling with encouragement.  The other members there that night helped me too.  Skyy offered a bounty of supportive energy, Spike helped me return to the floor at one point by letting me grab hold of his hips, and Brue and Wolf shouted their support to me and inspired me to keep it up and keep going.  When I did fall, and it did hurt...a lot...I got right back up and started again.  I didn't want to stop!  I wanted to learn, god damn it!  Reflecting on what was happening around me while I was on the ice, I was so thankful and grateful.  I was surrounded by great friends, all with an arm out to help me, I felt not only encouragement, support, but dear love.

When I took my break, after Spike had so graciously helped me back to the floor, I felt impatient.  What was I doing just sitting there?  I couldn't just sit and rest! I had to get back out there and learn again!  I got back out on the ice and as Spike so gently put it, I was "like a newborn baby deer.  Legs all wobbly and scared out of my mind".  I love you too, Spike.  I finally was able to go around the rink half way by myself without touching the walls, and it felt like a great victory!  Next time I'll keep my balance better and make it around twice!

The walk back to the hotel with the pups was hilarious, as my legs couldn't differentiate between ice and land, my boots felt like they had blades on their soles, and I was afraid I would have to learn how to walk again!  The unit humorously jabbed and teased me, but I adored every minute of it.  Like pups nipping each other's ears and play wrestling, I felt like part of a pack.  We eventually made it back to our hotel and the K-9 Unit crashed there with us, everyone together.


Sunday morning I woke with two men in the bed with me, my happy self sandwiched between Coy and Brue.  I fucking love that, as there is no better way to start your day than to be surrounded by handsome guys.  When the guys were heading out for breakfast the weekend took a nasty turn, when Spike leaned down to kiss us goodbye, I leaned upward to hug him and something in my back twisted or popped and a horrific pain shot through my body.

The other guys were unaware of it, except for Brue who stayed behind in bed with me.  Thank god he believed in sleeping in on Sunday mornings.  I couldn't move without my body being wracked with pain, I had thrown my back out and was in terrible suffering.  Even breathing hurt, and sent my muscles into spasms.  Brue called Coy back, as he looked after me, and Coy picked up some painkillers and breakfast in the hotel lobby.  For the rest of the day I was in terrible pain, imprisoned in one position on the bed, moving not even a finger lest my body punish me severely for it.  One of the thoughts that went through my mind was how I wouldn't be able to distract Spencer at work, and I felt awful at disappointing him.  Soon Wolf and Spike returned from breakfast and they brainstormed on how to help me.  Spike called a Gold's Gym and asked about medical advice for a hurt back, and the guys even went so far as to look for an erotic masseuse to help me who was certified and available on weekends.

When I was finally able to get up, Coy helped me over and into the bathtub where he sat with me the entire time, watching over me with those gentle, caring eyes of his.  Those same eyes that lifted my spirit at the ice rink as I slid around, scared out of my mind.  As the bathroom went silent, I became aware of another noise in the hotel room.  I looked at Coy and he smiled, "Spike and Wolf are humping."  Two very handsome, very awesome, and tall men were going at it on my hotel bed.  I didn't know which I wanted more, to feel better or to watch!  When it came time to get me out, Coy and Brue helped me over to the armchair and prepped the floor so I could lay with my feet up and relax my back.  Wolf and Spike were still in the throes of passion as we walked by, and even though I wasn't able to view the spectacle being performed on my bed, I was able to enjoy the sounds of the two wolves howling when they peaked.  Spike was even generous enough to get dressed in front of me, as I lay helpless on the floor, so I could admire his beautiful ebony legs and his fantastic comic-book-superhero-quality ass.

Eventually the pack said their goodbyes and left, and later that day Coy got us both to the airport, through security, and on the plane, demonstrating time and time and time again of how pups take care of their handlers.  From taking care of all the luggage, to swapping shoes with me so I didn't have to bend over to take mine off for security, to getting me food and water while we waited for our flight, to seating me in the least turbulent zone so my body could survive the flight with little suffering.  It didn't stop there, he also waited to be the last two on board to leave the plane so I could take my time getting out and not be rushed by the rest, he stood a few steps behind me on the escalator so if I stopped short he would be ready to help me, and he even reserved a shuttle bus for me and tipped the driver to help me with my luggage when he had to head to his own hotel and couldn't come with me. 

Thank you, puppy.  You are several times overqualified for the title of "Golden Retriever".  I love you.

When I arrived home, the driver took care of my bags, and my neighbor helped me upstairs and into my apartment, whom I thanked repeatedly. And so concluded a short, painful, but nonetheless enjoyable short weekend in San Francisco.

Thank you my dear friends, and may all of you play safe out there.