ROMP San Diego 2012

August 25th Sir Patrick picked me up from Long Beach and we had a pleasant drive down to San Diego, through the grand hills and wilderness as we headed towards the campgrounds for this year's ROMP called Live Oak Springs. A cozy little getaway nestled in the high hills and next to a little waterfall with tiny little cabins.  

Not 5 minutes after I registered at the resort for the event, I was ambushed and dominated by Sir Patrick, Sir Patrick's dominant Boss Alex, and Sir Jeremy.  Up to this point I had been on cum denial since the beginning of the week from Boss Alex and I had been literally pacing the floor back and forth in my apartment the night before, I was so hard up to shoot my load I couldn't think of anything else.  Cum denial seems tame, but after seven days of being incredibly horny, and forbidden to touch yourself under pain of consequences, all you can think about is the load that's building up inside of you and every second thought is that of the intense and wonderful release that awaits you at the end of your denial period.  Given how my weekend was starting out, I knew it was going to be an enjoyable one!

Dropping my bags in one of the cabins, I changed and went to meet and greet friends of mine, and then headed to the contest.  This would be the first contest I had ever attended which was not held in a bar or a hotel, but rather in the mountains, on a makeshift stage in the midst of nature.  Each contestant was incredibly hot, and this would also mark the first time Mr. San Diego Leather was held in the same contest as Ms. San Diego Leather.  Wish was competing by herself for Ms. San Diego Leather, and I know the feeling of going for a title as the only contestant for it. I can't imagine how it may have felt to her, being the only woman in a contest for women of leather, alongside a contest of only men.

The contest itself was fun, and very amusing, Alex's husband Lauren had a funny comedy routine, the speeches were well written, and the fantasies were hot! The winners were to be announced later that night, after heading back to the cabin and changing clothes, I headed off to dinner with Boss Alex, Sir Patrick, Daddy Eric, Sir Lauren, Scotty, and a few other friends who sat at our table.  The buffet provided was deliciously down home country style, BBQ-Baked Beans, BBQ Chicken, BBQ Beef, Bread Rolls, Cole Slaw, and Baked Potatoes. Absolutely wonderful.  

Sir Jeremy suggested I bid on a few items in the silent auction as they called for the last ten minutes for bidding.  I headed outside and looked at the tables.  He guided me over to a pair of chaps that were only going for $5, and were my size.  I bid $10.  I also saw a nice studded armband and wristband set also just for $5, and bid $10 once more.  I then tasted bidding fever for the first time.  Nervous over if I would win or not, but steady-minded enough not to hover and leave the chips to fall where they may.  They announced the winners of the competition and Aaron won Mr. San Diego Leather 2012, and Wish won Ms. San Diego Leather 2012! Congratulations to you both!  You two did a fantastic job!

When the celebration died down the silent auction winners were announced, and sure enough I won both items I had bid on, and walked away with a new pair of chaps and a wristband / armband set. It was my first silent auction as well as a great collection of gear.  I was then ambushed by Sir Patrick, Sir Jeremy, and Boss Alex in an attack of tickle torture.  I have a love/hate relationship with tickling, but having three handsome, sexy, dominant men torturing me at the same time was like a dream come true.  After prying myself from their fingers long enough to pay for my winnings and put them away, I went to meet them at the play party.  I had no idea what kind of night I was in for.

The entire day I had been playing a sadistic number game with Boss Alex.  Choosing numbers between 1 and 100, or a 1 and 15 to determine what would happen.  In any case I was always at Boss Alex's mercy, never knowing what the outcome of my number choices would be.  If I tried to choose something I thought would get me in the least amount of trouble or torture, I'd find out that he could easily flip the rules around and put me at the biggest disadvantage or in a huge predicament.  The game was completely one-sided and the only way to win was not to play, but that option was not available.  I was damned from the start.

I entered the play party tent and was tied to the St. Andrew's cross and told that due to the outcome of the game I would be tickled for 25 minutes.  I was tortured mercilessly, it was like a sexual hell.  Three doms, Sir Patrick, Sir Jeremy, Boss Alex, all three very handsome, sexy, and with sadistic gleams in their eyes, closing in on my helpless body with greedy hands and evil smiles.  I could do nothing but scream, thrash, and laugh until the breath threatened to leave my lungs forever.  My body was their plaything.  They tickled me, poked me, kissed me, jabbed me, Sir Jeremy stuffed his hanky in my mouth and spread my ass with his fingers.  Oh universe it hurt, my ass is sensitive and as much as it stung, something inside me didn't say stop.  At one point I went into a tortured madness, roaring at them "Keep it coming! I don't care!" I threw consequence to the wind!  I provoked them! I didn't say stop, I wanted to show them I was strong, I wanted to win in an unwinnable situation, but my body couldn't take any more, after 45 minutes, well after the designated torture time limit, but we were playing by Boss Alex's rules. I never had a time limit.  There were no rules, only his whim.  My body had finally reached its breaking point, I was reduced to begging for their mercy, and they granted it to me much to my gratitude.

I was untied and hugged closely, Boss Alex whispered in my ear that I was released from my obligations, that I could cum with his blessing.  I thanked my Sirs and followed Sir Jeremy back to his cabin in the late night darkness.  We stripped, and cuddled closely, naked bodies warm together in the wilderness, shielded by a tiny room in the hills.  Looking into his dark, sadistic gaze the more he toyed and tortured me on the cross made a deep submissive infatuation bloom in my heart for him.  We kissed in the darkness, he sucked my raging hard on, he rimmed my poor abused boy hole, and then he fucked me.  As much as I wanted him, and I wanted him very badly, my ass was abused and couldn't handle his massive manhood in my starving boyhole.  He thrust inside me gently, and filled me to the brim, and even then as he stabbed my insides I wanted to take more.  We swapped positions, and I rode him and finally, after seven long days of tortured horny hell, aching to cum, all the frustrations of the hours leading up to this moment, it all came out at once!  Three great surges of a climax of ecstasy blanketed Sir Jeremy's chest!  Fuck yes!

I couldn't move, I was far too exhausted, Sir Jeremy gently wiped us down and brought me into his arms.  I smiled weakly, so happy to be in his embrace in the darkness.  We drifted to sleep and the torturous night of passion came to an end.

In the morning I was granted the sight of one of the judges from the night prior getting a quick face-fucking with Sir Jeremy, the two men blew their loads, and I in turn blew mine over my own chest as I witnessed them, and I must say that was a great way to start a morning off.  Unfortunately my time with Sir Jeremy was cut short, as a call for me to get ready to leave came from downstairs.  A quick kiss farewell until the next time I would see his handsome face and taste his lips, and I was packed into the car with Sir Patrick.

What a great weekend.

Play Safe, dear readers.

International Leather Sir / boy / Bootblack 2012 Contest

Thursday, July 26th, 2012

At 2:00am Sir Dino and boy Jr. picked me up at my apartment and we started our long journey up to San Francisco. Stopping for small snacks, meals, and gas along the way often in rest stops placed in desolate and lonesome places along the freeway, we finally arrived in San Francisco at 10:30am.  Once at the hotel it felt like a whole different city, the skies were overcast for the first time for me visiting.  One thing that stood out was that anyone in leather whom I waved at, obviously other contestants, didn't respond at all to me waving and smiling at them, simply a glance and then they would ignore me.  It was bizarre and cold. Before I could think too much about it, we had to rush upstairs to the room and dump our bags so we could be in time for the first meeting.  (Looking back, they were probably all stressed and such...)

After all the schedules and such were passed out, we went upstairs and changed for the VIP party at Mr. S where I was filled with a wild energy, an excitement! I couldn't stop smiling! All the judges were really awesome! Everyone was having a blast! Surrounded by leatherfolk having a good time, how could you not? After the party we went back to the room, and Sir Dino and Jr. went out for food and drinks while I stayed behind, eager to get rested for our next day.


Friday, July 27th, 2012

Interviews were this morning, I went in only slightly nervous, but even more excited and beaming!  I wasn't scared of them, being through two contests I already knew that they would be asking me questions based on what I had placed down on my bio, and who they wanted to see was me at my best and I was fully charged and ready for anything.  I was thrilled when they asked me to explain how I would integrate fetish into a video game and since I liked Greek Mythology which Greek God I saw myself as. I answered that I saw myself as Hermes because I saw myself as constantly dashing everywhere.  I loved my interview and I feel I nailed it!  After Sir Dino had his interview we took a quick lunch and shopping break before coming back for our speeches and our jockstrap segments.

I decided to keep my speech simple and clean, I knew many would tell their life story and I also wanted to say something that people could use in their own lives so I went with this.

"In my title year I have learned the following:

1) Take a deep, cleansing breath before everything.
2) Be yourself! This is who everyone wants to meet, besides everyone else is taken anyway.
3) Have fun! This is what life is for!
4) Disregard anything that comes into conflict with #1 - #3.
5) Disregard hearsay. People talk, let them.  You're the one who will be doing something.
6) Talk is cheap, action is expensive.
7) All things are temporary, so relish the right now."

As I came down from the stage, I saw Cockpit! I was so thrilled he came to see me compete! He was in full puppy gear, kneeling by the side door we used as our stage entry / exit, so he knew I'd see him!  After our speeches we prepared for our jockstrap portion, I loved this part as well, making sure to use all corners of the stage and presenting myself in the best way I could imagine.  Smiling bright and having fun, strutting my stuff in nothing but my leather jock and my boots on stage under the bright lights! What a fucking thrill it all was!

After all was finished up, we met Cockpit up at the room and we all went out for dinner together at a diner made out of an old train car, had some hilarious conversation and stories, my puppy kept us laughing long into the night, before we all headed back to the room and crashed.


Saturday, July 28th, 2012

After changing, we headed downstairs to listen to Luna, Nitro, and Sir Allan talk about their title years as international Bootblack, Leather boy, and Leather Sir respectively.  The more we listened to their stories of frequent travel across the United States, hotel rooms, couch crashing, event throwing, and fundraising, it dawned on me:  I was in no way prepared to be an International titleholder, not at this exact moment in my life.  All the time I'd have to take off of work, all the money that would come out of my pocket, I couldn't afford that right now.  I felt terrible guilt, all the work I had put forth and all the support I had received in getting here only to learn I was miles from being able to be an international titleholder.  I thought for a few moments, and then made up my mind.  I wasn't going to quit, I needed to see this whole thing through, regardless of the outcome!

From there we went into our fetish demos, Sir Dino and Jr. wrapped me up in pallet wrap, and toyed around with my body, I love being a demo boy especially on stage!  I've started really enjoying mummification as well.  The feeling of the wrap encasing me in a plastic cocoon, naked underneath but kept warm by my own body heat and moist with sweat, my mind diving into itself, exploring the depths of subspace.  After I was cut out and wrapped in a towel, led off stage and we seated ourselves in the audience, we learned that there was supposed to be another demo session, this time the boys would pleasure the Sirs.  This was the first we had heard of it, and a half hour before it began.  Someone had said "Oh that's right, you have no producer, he would have been in charge of informing you about everything."

A little back story on that, for a moment.  At the very start of my title year, the very night I won my title, we were led to the Eagle after we were announced as winners and introduced to the community as the new regional titleholders.  I was then sat down by the man who was my producer for the contest and was told "I am no longer your producer."  I thought that this was the natural path for all titleholders, knowing absolutely nothing about what should or should not happen, and accepted it as a regular part of the order of things.  It wouldn't be until months later, after doing things on my own that I would be told that he wasn't supposed to just up and leave like that. He was supposed to guide me to the end of my year and through my international competition, along with Dino, who became California Leather Sir 2012 later in my title year, due to circumstances concerning the actions of the original titleholder for Sir.

Since we lacked a producer we were completely on our own, and relied upon our own wits and actions in order to get ourselves to San Francisco for the competition.  Sir Dino had already served as an Emperor in the Imperial Court world, so he already had event planning, fundraising, and MC skills to draw on.  I learned everything by the hints and tips given to me by my friends, and by trial and error.  I assumed it was expected of a titleholder to do everything by themselves, I was informed halfway through the year that it was definitely not.

We sat there, watching the boys pleasuring their Sirs, massages, boot service, and other loving acts were performed.  Each one beautiful, each one erotic, but I could not shake the disappointed feeling of being left out.  I don't use the word "hate" a lot in my life, as it is a powerful word thrown around flippantly with little regard to its true definition, but I hate feeling left out.

Back in the room, we changed for our fantasy scene.  I donned football pads, my jockstrap, and boots, and when we were called to the stage, I sat in a chair, stuffing my face into a jock strap.  Sir Dino came on as my coach, "catching me in the act".  He punished me by making me lick his cleats, worship his body, he then bent me over the chair and flogged me, then made it to look like he was shoving his fist up my ass, before he led me off stage, my hands behind my back.

Fuck that was fun!

After a quick change to formal leather, we went up for the awards.  Ruin won International Bootblack, boy Bamm-Bamm won International boy, and Sir Jack won International Sir. I wasn't bothered at all, I was thrilled!  I had grew closer to all of my running mates, and I didn't give a damn about winning or losing whatsoever.  I had made friends, and had one amazing experience after the other.  The clowning around in the dressing room, the fun discovery that if you gather enough leather men and women in the same room for a rehearsal, you'll find that we act like hyperactive 3rd graders given the slightest chance, and the incredible life paths of each contestant which led them all to the same spot.

That night, Bert, Nick, Jr., Sir Dino and myself went out for sushi for our "Holy Shit We Competed in That?!" dinner.  It wasn't until then that the thoughts began to creep inside my head, "Why wasn't I chosen?", "What did I do wrong?", "Am I not good enough?".  I chalked it up to Loser's Curiosity, and did my best to ignore them, but it still nagged on me a little bit. After dinner was over, I split from the group and wished them all a good night.  I was exhausted, I couldn't go any further.  They all went out drinking, I went back up to the hotel room and collapsed.


Sunday, July 29th, 2012

Dore Alley! I hitched a ride with the amazingly handsome Shawn Kinnear, and entered the festival, soon finding Sir Michael and his prisoner troupe of Mr. Manny, Navypup, and MindDrive.  I hung around them for a while, on water assistance duty to the prisoners whose hands were obviously cuffed as they were led around the festival grounds.  I separated from them at the Oink Mobile booth, and was flogged by Alan, and then came back down to Earth with Dennis, getting to see Fenn and his amazing mohawk! Standing at least a foot tall in full fan.  Heading out I wandered a bit before joining up with Cockpit at the K-9 Unit booth, and going around a bit with him.  We left for a bite at Wicked Grounds and then headed to Mr. S.  I heard of a rubber play party and if you volunteered to help with setup, your entry was free!  So I helped set up the play party for the R.M.S.F (Rubber Men of San Francisco), and after everything was finished I was gifted the opportunity to try out a Vac-Rac for the first time!

A vac-rac is a Vacuum Rack, two slips of rubber connected to PVC piping with a hole in the top for my head to slip through.  I slid in between the rubber, and stuck my head through the hole, and it slid down my neck.  The air is vacuumed out, and the rubber forms a tight seal all around my body.  Oh it felt divine! I couldn't move a muscle!  I loved having my face free to see my helpless body fully encased in rubber!  A dark dream come true!  The dream was short lived but left me starving for more, knowing full well that I could easily handle it!

I didn't stay very long, I grew tired, and began to fade.  Fenn came over to me and we talked for a while, play parties with anonymous sex encounters just aren't my scene, I'm much too terrified of catching a disease or an infection to play with someone at them.  I left and discovered that I was all by myself.  I called Sir Dino and boy Jr. came to my rescue with the number for Homobiels, a donation-driven taxi service for LGBTQ riders.  My driver arrived shortly after my text to the service.  Erica was my driver, and she made me feel the safest I have ever felt getting into a stranger's car.  I had never used a taxi by myself, and in unfamiliar territory as well I was very anxious.  She made such great conversation the entire ride back to my hotel, and I made sure to leave a generous tip for her.  I love this service and I wish to see it thrive!

Back at the hotel I grabbed a lovely sushi dinner from down the block, ate until I was stuffed, and passed out on my hotel bed, as Dino and Jr. watched TV.


Monday, July 30th, 2012

We ended our trip to San Francisco with a walk around Fisherman's Wharf, doing the touristy things like going to the Ghiradelli Chocolate Factory for dessert, Sir Dino and Jr. got sourdough and seafood, we looked at the Golden Gate Bridge, walked around the docks, and went to an old arcade, and relaxed on our final day before heading down the 5 freeway on the long journey home.


To everyone who came to our events, thank you.

To everyone who stood behind us, thank you.

To everyone who donated to our fundraisers, thank you.

To everyone who showed us love and friendship, thank you.

We went, we saw, we had so much fun, and we gained beautiful experiences.


Thank you.


Play Safe, Dear Reader.

Fetish of The Month 2012: November - Watersports

This month I've asked a few gentlemen about a fetish that I've been curious about. At first the idea was a bit of a turn off, however each time I've encountered it the fetish itself became ever so slightly more appealing and less unattractive fraction by fraction.  For the month of November, we’ll be diving into watersports!

My first real witnessing of watersports or piss play, was of a dom of mine urinating on a friend of his while we were visiting him in San Francisco.  At first the sight was quite unattractive, and the smell of urine wafting in from the open bathroom door was so strong I couldn't bear it and became nauseated. I thought for sure I’d never involve myself anywhere near a yellow handkerchief.  The second encounter was with a former boyfriend of mine, he was interested in it and I loved him so dearly that I wanted to include myself in his fetish and share in his happiness.  I pissed on his chest in my shower one evening when we were together, and it didn't turn me off, but it didn't turn me on either.  It was a blank neutrality, but seeing his smiling face under my stream made me happy.

So as always I asked men online and off to tell me their stories of watersports, and before we begin with my first question, we’ll start with a little safety advice from one of my contributors, Kent, who writes:

“Safe play is piss on unbroken skin. Urinating into the mouth, anus or into the eye could potentially pass on an STD to the submissive partner. Although piss itself is sterile it can carry blood from an infection or active matter especially drug residue.   Swallowing piss or pissing in someone's ass can transfer drug residue and effects between partners.  Pissing directly into someone's ass can transfer this residue into the blood stream through absorption through the lower GI tract.”

Now I have spoken with a dominant of mine in the past and his story confirms that transferring the effects of drugs via urine is true.  He told me of a piss session he had with a few friends of his, afterward he experienced an unusual level of energy in his regular day to day life, he had done nothing or eaten nothing different.  After growing suspicious he called one of his piss play friends and told him about the spike in energy, his friend confirmed it had happened to him as well, and went on to say that someone at the session was under the influence of a stimulant drug, and the effects had passed via the urine into their systems.

I ask that you dear readers please refrain from using any kind of narcotics period, especially prior to or during play with others.  You are free to do what you wish with your body and I hope that you make healthy decisions, but please respect the boundaries and bodies of others.

(Slut Bottom Chris)

Now, let’s begin with the first question, how did you discover watersports as a fetish?

Kent:  “pissing on myself in the bathtub and shower.  Later with others being pissed on in the back yard of a friends house ... Also the first time I ever had someone piss in my mouth.”  

Anonymous: “I'm not sure when, but I didn't consider people were doing it until I came across a response to a question my father sent a sex advice person about how he could talk his the girlfriend into drinking his pee. (Im not into my dad, just my first time hearing about it).
I don't usually taste or drink it, but I like getting wet (clothed/nude), and typically do this in the shower.”

Slut Bottom Chris: “wellll... hard to say, really. I think reading alt.sex.enemas got
it started for me in college. I was first more turned on by enemas.
Well, if you do enemas, you gotta pee, right?”

Joel: “I discovered watersports by accident, it happened at a club restroom. The guy I was dating at the time rushed into the stall and took a sip while I was peeing.”

So what is it about watersports that is erotic for you? I myself can see the domination aspect, marking a man as mine with my piss, degrading him into submitting to me as nothing more than my personal toilet. What does it do for you?

Kent:  “The warmth of it, the fact that it coming directly from a partners body.  The taboo of it too.”

Anonymous: “I wouldn't call it erotic per-say - for me it's more about getting dirty and doing something unusual and uncommon. It wouldn't feel like that special kind of dirty if i knew everyone else was doing it. “

Slut Bottom Chris: “The taboo coupled with invasion of privacy. It's double wrong-ness!
And the shock factor to those who are afraids. Hehehe, like YOU!!!! And it's great to use piss play on people new to you / your family!”

Joel: “I didn't think much of it, several years later I was in San Francisco. I was wondering around Blow Buddies and stumbled into the piss room, I found it erotic, animal, passionate watching guys pee on other guys.”

So guys, what is your dirtiest, wettest piss play fantasy? I’m humoring a slight budding interest but I enjoy the idea of a trio of muscled jocks, all on their knees in front of me, naked in a locker room shower, all begging to have me pee on them, pleading to have the privilege to bathe in my urine.  How about you?

Kent: “getting pissed on by one guy while another fucks or fists me.”

Anonymous: “There's a few too many to list, and part of the turn on is keeping it seceret, but one of the hottest things anyone had ever said to me was on a "dating website" some kid asked if he could piss on me and then fuck me while i was still dripping. I said "my place or yours", and he said his place, so i went and had a blast.
For me it's also hard to form a full on fantasy with watersports, as it's typically a quick thing (unless you're drinking lots of water and flushing it out quick enough). my normal ws "scene" is usually as long as it takes to piss it out, and without being much of a drinker, my "stuf" is fairly quick and dare i say - vanilla.”

Slut Bottom Chris: “Wow, there are so many! It's kinda tough, not sure if I can pick
just one! OK, I'd like to be in a trough at a play party where I am
the only place you can pee! Rawr!”

Joel: “I really want to have a bunch of guys peeing on me, to feel their warm urine on my skin is such a turn on.”  

(Slut Bottom Chris) 

I’d like to thank my contributors for their sexy answers to my inquiries and to Slut Bottom Chris for supplying his pictures for this month’s article!

Play Safe Dear Reader!

San Diego Pride 2012!

Friday July 19th, 2012

My friend Kevin met me outside my apartment and we loaded up his motorcycle with my bag before we headed out, but not before he taught me an important mantra "I am not of my body, I am not of my mind, I am divine."  The mantra helped distract my thoughts and improved my mood since I hadn't been at my most cheerful or positive before we headed out.  The long ride down there was very enjoyable on the back of his motorcycle   Watching the world go by on a bike is much more fun than sitting restless in a car, and our trip down to San Diego only required one real pit stop to rest.

Once we arrived, and after checking in to our hotel (which was just stuffed with cute boys sporting shirtless, beautiful bodies!) we met up with Sir Michael (check out his new website here!) who showed me the gift basket Jagermeister had sponsored for my Internationals contest, as well as gifting me a plastic onion.  (Once when he spent a long weekend at my house, he found a rancid onion I didn't know was going bad while he was cleaning my kitchen while I was at work.  This was his idea of a joke.  Very funny, sir.) After dinner we dropped by Pleasures and Treasures and found an International Ms. Leather Pride Kickoff party upstairs, celebrating the history of the International Ms. Leather competition.  I haven't been to a Ms. Leather contest yet, and I'm interested in attending one and seeing what they do differently from a Mr. Leather contest.

From there we went over to Normal street (I still can't get over that name, how amusing) to find a street fair complete with ferris wheel and throngs of Pride parties.  We found a bar that had just opened called Uptown  Tavern, and then made our way down to the Crypt where we met up with California Leather Puppy 2012, Slutbottom Chris and his girlfriend Liz, we talked a good while before Kevin and I headed back to the hotel room, ending the night.

Saturday July 20th, 2012

This morning we met up with Sir Michael at his apartment for the Parade.  Kevin went on ahead so he could be at the motorcycle staging area, while Sir Michael and I walked.  We met with puppy Zephyr who is an adorable and silly pup, and I briefly was able to meet with my friend Jeremy and Wish who did a wonderful job of keeping us all hydrated and fed (which was a godsend because we didn't eat breakfast! Thank you, Wish!) I was at the front with the group number with Wish, Keith, and Anthony Ovaldson.  Anthony held our Leather Pride flag and was dressed in full military combat uniform!  Have I mentioned how incredibly hot Anthony is? Plus in full uniform? Oh my woof!

During our march down the parade path, we passed by the very corner where I had met Dizzy last year.  It was pure chance, he was in puppy gear and on all fours at the front of the crowd on the sidewalk.  I went up to him and pet his head and said he was such a good boy and that I loved his gear.  I ran back to get back into formation and thought I'd never see him again, and was thankful for the chance I had to say hello.  Little did I know...

After the parade I handed the number to Papa Tony, in case he wanted to keep it for historical sentimental value, and ran to meet Kevin and Sir Michael as we made our way into the festival.  Walking down the street towards the Leather Realm, it was here that I revisited another memory.  Last year, right outside the Leather Realm door was where I found Dizzy, again, by pure chance.  I recognized him in his puppy gear and said hello.  We talked for a little bit and exchanged numbers.  I thought he was just so freaking adorable and sexy.  I still do.  It's still one of my most cherished memories.

Once inside we sat in on a puppy play demo by Pup Phoenix who explained puppy play in detail with pup Zephyr, when close to the end of the demonstration another puppy in spiked gear came bounding up and roughhousing with pup Zephyr.  He was introduced as puppy Nikita! I asked Phoenix "How does one find their breed?" I had heard of pups calling themselves different breeds, puppy Cockpit is a Golden Retriever, but I wasn't sure how someone discovered their breed.  He suggested that I look through dog breed books and see which breed really matched my personality traits the best.

Pup Nikita is so adorable! I got to be his handler for the afternoon, and held his leash as we walked around the festival grounds, being stopped many times for pictures.  We sat in on a discussion panel, and then I got a text from Dizzy, he was finally here. I'd be lying if I said I nearly strangled Nikita with his leash and collar as we made our way over to where he was.  I was just so eager to see him I could barely contain my excitement. When we arrived to where he was, Dizzy introduced me to his friend Joe, and pup Zephyr was with them already.  Dizzy didn't wish to stay very long, he feels very uncomfortable around Pride festivals, and he made it very clear as to why.  He has such a passion in his heart, a blazing fire, an intensity that I admire and respect, it's one of the things which I like about him and which make him who he is.

After Dizzy and Joe made their exit together, I leashed Zephyr and Nikita and walked back to the Leather Realm with two VERY sexy pups on chain leashes under my control, swamped with picture requests.  It was such an empowering ego boost like you wouldn't believe.  Sexy as fuck!

Heading back to the Leather Realm, Kevin helped get Sir Michael home on the back of his motorcycle, using my helmet, it was his first time on a bike and he was nervous but I'm told he did a very good job! Kevin then came back for me and we went to dinner after freshening up at our room.  After a great supper at Outback Steakhouse, we went back to the room and my friend Jeremy picked me up from the hotel and we went to Pecs where I met with friends of his.  I was talking to someone who I found very attractive, however he then asked me if I knew where to "score some coke" and it was just like one of those moments where you drop your glass out of sheer disgusted shock.  A boy so young and beautiful doing coke, what a stupid tragedy.

From Pecs bar, we went back to Jeremy's place, he showed me his beautiful home, and we made out in his sacred space, a secluded room private from the rest of the house, enjoying each other's bodies to intimate soft music and the sweet smell of incense.  He then led me to the hot tub outside, and we cuddled in the hot bubbling waters, talking about our lives and lovers, of former relationships we remembered fondly, to terrifying exes we learned harsh and important lessons from.  We then wrapped up in soft bathrobes and returned inside.  He's so soft, gentle, and intimate, kissing me gently, sucking me, rimming my hole, it was at such a level of intimacy that I wept.  It was such beautiful lovemaking that I had craved for so long, tears of joy and gratitude slide down my cheeks.  He gave me a wonderous orgasm, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Sunday, July 23rd 2012

I woke up with Jeremy, after cuddling for a while he went down on me, and oh universe is he good at it! Holy shit! Then he dug his tongue deep into my ass, making me gasp and moan for more before finally stroking me off and having me erupt in ecstasy on his bed.  We shared an intimate shower, bathing each other in the warm cascading waters, then dried off and headed upstairs to begin making breakfast for the whole household.  Jeremy had friends staying over who partied out all night coming home after we had finally gone to sleep the evening prior.  Six handsome bears woke up one by one as we prepared the meal, I felt like Goldilocks if she were a gay man.  I would have loved to have a cuddle pile with them all, but Jeremy had to get going so after a wonderful pancake and scrambled egg breakfast he dropped me off at the hotel where I met up with Kevin again.

We packed up the bike and visited the festival one last time to say goodbye to friends at the Leather Realm, where Sir Michael was performing bondage demos.  Pup Phoenix put me in the Cone of Shame (a dog cone collar) and led me around on all fours on his leash in mitts and knee pads for a little bit before leading me to Sir Michael who strapped me down to the bondage table.  I love being immobilized, the feeling of ropes keeping me secure to a comfortable table is just so relaxing and erotic.  I feel safe and secure in bondage, taken care of, watched over.

I discovered that while in puppy headspace, my blue fox tail acts as a pacifier, the squeaker in the white tip has a very relaxing effect. Stroking my tail and squeaking it puts me in the most wonderful of places while I'm in puppy mode.  After being released and returning to Earth, Kevin and I said our goodbyes and headed back up North on his motorcycle.

Thank you San Diego for a wonderful Pride this year!

Play Safe Dear Reader

A Wave of a Red Handkerchief

July 18th of this year I visited Sir Donny, after a light supper we arrived at his house and he allowed me to use his new shower shot.  I had never used an enema hose before and I was excited to try it out.

(Long story short and with utmost honesty, it was a very uncomfortable and emotionally traumatizing experience, the details of which I will protect you from, because I feel that it is not an attractive or positive story to tell. However if you dear reader wish to know, I will post it as a separate entry later on if there is large enough demand for it.  I just beg that you don't.)

After my experience with the shower shot, our guest bottom Brian arrived who Sir Donny had previously arranged to visit for some fun.  I had known Brian for years, long before I was introduced to the kinky scene, in fact it was actually Brian who told me about the websites Recon and Gearfetish and got me started on my fetish journey. If it weren't for him, I never would have met George who introduced me to Leather.  Thank you Brian, you did a lot more than you may know.

After drying off, getting dressed, and walking upstairs I found Brian serving Sir Donny's cock.  I happily joined in, and enjoyed Brian's oral work on my own dick before he went downstairs to wash himself out for what we were about to do to him.  During his absence, Sir Donny took the opportunity to strap me down to the bed and torture me for a good long while with his vibrator in the best way. When Brian returned we set up to fist him.  I had been curious about fisting for a while, hearing stories of the intense pleasure one receives while being fisted, as well as the unique feeling of being wrist-deep in a man's ass.

I strapped on the rubber gloves (which should be skin-tight, don't screw around with this part if it bunches up around the knuckles it will be very uncomfortable for the bottom being fisted, it will feel like sandpaper I'm told) and got a generous glob of cream-type lube (we were using Elbow Grease cream lubricant) on my hand and as per Brian's instructions, went in one finger at a time, middle finger first, until I had a total of four fingers inside of his rectum.

It was a very strange, new feeling.  He was so warm, and I felt his pulse on my fingers.  Brian is very sensitive, I couldn't wiggle my fingers or twist my hand at all, I had to keep completely still or it would be incredibly uncomfortable for him.  At the time I wasn't sure how I felt about the experience, my mind was still processing everything, but later on I figured that I really did enjoy this part a lot.  I gently pulled my hand out of his ass (the keyword here is SLOWLY, be gentle! It can damage the bottom if you go fast, so don't be in a hurry), and Sir Donny lubed up and went inside of him.  Watching Sir Donny's fist go in and out of Brian's hole was very erotic, and enticed me to do this again!

Afterward I slipped on a condom, lubed up, and fucked Brian.  Being freshly fisted he was slick with lubricant, but he had a hard time finding the best position so we had to move around a lot.  He couldn't take much more anal play so I pulled out. I presented my boyhole to Sir Donny, who fucked me as much as I could take.  The enema hose from before had left me sore, and I couldn't take a lot of his rock hard, masculine cock pounding my eager hole for long before having to beg for mercy.

We then stood over Brian who sat on his knees looking up at us, and stroked ourselves to our peak, blowing our hot loads all over his face.  Woof, facials are so fucking awesome!  After wiping off, Brian stroked himself to the point of exhaustion, but he just couldn't climax, the poor boy was so overstimulated.  I know his pain, I've been there many a time.

I'm looking forward to my next fisting, this was a fun introduction to the fetish!

Please Play Safe Dear Reader.

His First Time

The morning of July 10th of this year I had thrown my back out, in the shower, a random and completely unfortunate muscle spasm.  I spent the entire day on the floor in discomfort, even after a trip to my chiropractor.  It was when my friend Alex came over that my day improved significantly!

He was headed into the air force so this afternoon would be the last time we saw each other for a long time while he was over seas.  This young man was so incredibly helpful, while I rested on the floor he helped around the apartment, cleaning up my bookshelf which I had been trying to get to for a while.  

Soon he cuddled up next to me on the floor, and we held each other close, then kissed, his sweet lips so softly meeting mine, taking me away from my pain.  He then said he wanted to pleasure me, our clothes came off and we cuddled a bit more before he started to suck me.  He has such an amazing body for a boy so young, I'm envious and proud of him for taking such great care of his beautiful physique.  I asked him if he would like to ride me, he was very concerned about my back and I was grateful for his selflessness and concern, and assured him I would be fine.  

He helped me up, and we went to my bed, I told him everything I wanted to do to him, that he would be riding my member for his first time.  

This is actually the best position for anal sex beginners, when the bottom sits on the penis of the top, it gives the bottom full control over how much is inserted and at what pace.  This is important as a virgin ass will be very tight and should be teased and stretched a little first with one lubed finger at a time.  The ass should be played with a good amount beforehand, make a little gentle love to it as the first reaction of any rear is to slam shut by instinct.  When that hole is starving for you, eager to open up and receive you, go at it gently, smoothly, and lovingly.  Make it beg for you.

After lubing up his hole, and sliding on a slicked up condom, he sat on me.  He took to it like a duck to water! He rode me hard! He was fierce! He wanted it! I loved watching him enjoy himself!  When he got close, and after a good while of him riding me, I gently told him that we were changing positions and I was going to fuck him.  I changed condoms and positioned myself behind him, I lubed up his sweet, hungry boy hole, and slid myself inside of him effortlessly.  He moaned just a little, and I told him to let it out to let me hear it.  I fucked him gently at first, checking in and making sure he was alright, he was loving it!  He moaned more, louder which just drove me to go faster and harder, tightly gripping his hips as I thrust and slammed myself into his sweet body!  I went harder and deeper, letting my animal instinct take control!  He moaned gratitude and I asked him 

"To whom!?" 

"Thank you, SIR!"

I neared my peak and went forth and let go! I blew my load inside of him!  I took care to hold him close to me as we panted in exhaustion, enjoying the afterglow of a damn good fuck.  I noticed his legs shaking, and remembered the days when mine would shake and grow weak after being fucked, it brought a smile to my face as I kissed him.  After a nice intimate shower together, we lay down on the floor and he beat himself off until he came, we cuddled one last time before we left for our last meal together for a long time.

I'm gonna miss the boy, but he'll be back I'm certain.  The best part is that he gets permission from his girlfriend, and she's turned on by the idea that I screw him. I couldn't be more thankful.

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Skin Tight 2!

July 7th of this year I went to Pistons Bar with Sir Gaelan and pup Kiba for Skin Tight, a rubber night held at the bar.  Kiba was dressed in a rubber skin suit as well as his puppy hood and tail, while Sir Gaelan sported his leather shirt, jeans and harness.  Before we entered the bar Kiba sprayed slicking polish on his motorcycle boots and I helped him slick up his suit.  I can remember the smooth, slippery feeling of his suited body under my fingers and palms.  The way it felt to slide my hands up and down his slim physique, the feeling of slippery black rubber sliding underneath.

Once inside the bar we saw PuppyTK and Puppeh there, two very sexy rubber dogs in their gear, I also got to meet with Rubberkitten and his partner.  We all cuddled on the stage together, Kiba, PuppyTK and myself, we had a blast just holding each other close, feeling the rubber against our bodies, the smell of the slicked material and the look of the reflection in the dim lights.  Plus the feeling of wandering hands, exploring bodies, holding each other close under black rubber, the intimacy shared between men who are masked and mysterious, identities shadowed and veiled underneath hoods.  Hiding in darkness and obscurity, but so close you are gazing into each others eyes, lustfully.  Fully sexually charged, and just aching to pull the group into a more private setting so you can do more.

Around midnight we said our goodbyes and left the party, and I took the liberty of massaging Sir Gaelan's shoulders as Kiba drove us back to my apartment.

I really must confess, I love Sir Gaelan and Kiba as my dear friends.  Sir Gaelan invokes a feeling of ease in me, this feeling of submission looms over me like an inviting dark cloud, the look he gives me, his masculine voice, his scent, his amazing body and of course the height he has on me all mix into an incredible sexy man whose boots I'd service without a second thought.  He's dominated me before, made me into his slime-covered boy experiment, whilst wearing a pair of black gloves and goggles that gave him the look of the sexiest mad scientist that ever lived. I'd love to be a slime slave to him for a long weekend of warm, squishy gunge sessions!

His puppy Kiba is an incredibly cute, and cuddly man who lives the life of a dog pretending to be a man.  His strong bond to the puppy play mindset is truly remarkable and intriguing, for it is when he acts like a dog that he is at his most comfortable.  This gives him an innocent and sweet energy about him, and at times it is easy to forget that he is a full grown man, and not a dog, even if he is looking you right in the eyes, sans his puppy hood.  He's a pup I'd love to cuddle up to and listen to his whimper as we dozed off to sleep.

Play Safe Dear Reader!

Abusing the Willing Boy

June 30th I headed up to meet Sir John at Union Station. A few interesting sights along the way included a man and his lazy adult son on the blue line, the son stole someone's seat and pretended to be too tired to notice his father's pleadings to give the seat back or to take out his wallet, filling the immediate vicinity with palpable social awkwardness.  When it came to their stop, they left but not before the father looked back into the car from the doors and said "Now wasn't that funny?" as the doors shut, the car erupted into relieved giggling.

Whilst waiting for the red line train, I observed a woman who couldn't have been taller than three feet, waiting on the same side as myself.  Someone could have easily plucked her up and ran off with her she was so petite.  It was fascinating to see someone so different from myself and the overwhelming majority of people around us.  When I finally did reach Union Station, I walked through the terminal lobby when a bride and groom ran down the aisle in the opposite direction, in full gown and tux who had just been married in the closed off area of the station near the front door.  They were met with applause and cheers from perfect strangers, and the terminal was filled with a warmer energy as these two ran by.

Sir John picked me up outside and we made off to his place, where the fun began upon our arrival in his garage.  Once inside the dungeon, my shorts were yanked down and my ass was rimmed immediately.  A chain collar was then slipped around my neck and locked, my submission role sealed.  I was led to the bedroom and stripped naked, he lubed up his member and took my ass as his, but gently, sensually, he made love to my boy hole.  However he did not cum.  After a rest, and some cuddling, he tied me down to the bed and fucked my hole, and hard!  He forced himself in and out of my ass, but stopped again, right before erupting in my now aching hole.  Of course I didn't care about my pain, once I'm under Sir John's control, my mind only focuses on pleasing him, serving him, and working towards hearing him call me a "good boy."

After another rest in his embrace he tied me down once more! My ankles together, my wrists bound tight, my ass at his mercy, and Sir John was merciless this time!  Ramming my throbbing hole, he slammed himself inside of me!  My hole felt so raw and abused I feared it may bleed if he didn't let up, and that I loved the fact that I had no control.  Again he came close to his climax, but denied himself the pleasure, pulled out of my aching ass.  As much as it hurts when he fucks me so hard and so aggressively, I love the anal abuse Sir John inflicts on me.  I love him as a dear friend, and as a Dominant.  He showered as I took the opportunity to clean up the bedroom, then after my shower we enjoyed a barbecued dinner and amusing conversation as well as each other's company before I was led back into the bedroom where I was hooded, tied down spread eagle, and forcefully fucked until Sir John finally came inside of my abused and worn boyhole!  My ass was screaming at this point, anything more and tears would have streamed down my cheeks.  We fell asleep together, my exhausted body in his arms.

In the morning I woke up to an empty bed, but not for long, as when Sir John returned, we cuddled for a little while before he slipped a condom on my raging hard on, and rode my cock.  His ass is so wonderful! He moves so well!  He then asked what I wanted, and I answered that I wanted to fuck him on his hands and knees!  I love banging doggy style, it gives me the most control, and it feels so goddamn primal!  I love pounding his ass!  I love hearing him moan!  I love feeling myself get closer, and closer to orgasm and then when I'm at the edge, it starts flowing! Blowing inside him! FUCK YES! I start howling! HOWL! FUCK!  Then the fire dies down...and I hold him. My cock still inside his sweet ass.

Following cleaning up, and a light breakfast, we sat in the living room, my head in his lap while he amused himself on his iPad.  Before we got ready to leave, he showed me his Israeli gas mask hood he made.  The eyes were taped over with black electrical tape so the mask was completely blind, giving it a soothing feel, and something I could easily fall asleep inside.  I hope he uses it on me someday soon!

Thank you Sir John, I love to serve you Sir.

Play Safe dear reader!

Boy Training at the Rubber Contest

June 29th I went up to the L.A. Eagle with Sir Dino and boy Jr. to attend the Mr. Eagle Rubber contest.  When we arrived, we were generously granted entry with no cover due to being titleholders.  I really appreciate that treatment, it makes me feel amazing and I don't expect it at all so when it happens it's a pleasant surprise.

I put on my gas mask that I had just purchased from Fort Troff, and we headed inside and began to mingle.  A mentor of mine had given me an impromptu training session in boy behavior earlier that week in preparation for the Internationals contest that loomed ahead, and remembering his lesson, I fell into boy protocol.  Hands behind my back, stood up straight, chest out, and I fell into step behind Sir Dino's left side. At first it felt fine, I felt anonymous under my gas mask.  If it weren't for my title vest and medal I probably would have melted into the crowd and vanished from memory, becoming no one more than "that guy in the gas mask".

Sir Dino found someone to talk to, and Jr. and I stood at the ready as they talked.  They kept chatting and I quickly grew bored.  There weren't many men in the bar yet, no one I knew was within sight.  Thankfully we moved on into the bar and met up with my mentor, we were in a narrow part of the bar so I stood to the side to allow people to pass through, he tried to position me to Sir Dino's left, which would put me in the middle of the walkway.  I told him I didn't want to block the passage, he said "I shouldn't give a damn about it."

Was this really Orthodox Old Guard boy behavior?  If it meant being rude to others via selfishness I didn't want any part of it.  I'm sure it wasn't like that, but he was sure making it seem like it was.  When we went outside again, I completely abandoned the entire "Old Guard boy" role, and decided that I'll just be who I already was. The mask of the boy didn't fit me as my mentor made it out to be. He soon found us again, and tried to put my hands behind my back. I refused to comply, took off my gas mask and told him that I appreciated what he was trying to do for me, but it didn't feel honest to who I was, and that I was going to be myself.  He said "It's up to your Master." and walked off.

I don't have a Master.  I don't have a Sir.  I never did.  I have no collar.  I am no slave and do not possess that kind of personality.  Dino is my title Sir, but it all ends at the medallion and the back patch.  I often dream of being a boy to a wonderful leather Sir one day.  Wearing a real collar, serving a real man in a leather jacket, a man who would have me lick his boot and use me as his footrest at the bars, a man who would tie me to the wall and bring me to the point of tears of joy as I begged him to ravage my body for his pleasure.

I finally was able to meet a few handsome men off of Recon at the bar, Joseph, his friends Chris and Dane as well as a few of my friends around the bar.  I saw my friend Robert who told me that he had assumed control of a play prison out somewhere, he was surprisingly dominant that night.  The idea was fun, being carted off to a sex prison, incarcerated as a fetish, I may give it a whirl!

Joseph and I really hit it off, he's absolutely adorable, and so sexy in his rubber gear!  The contest itself was fun as well, the three contestants were Ricklit, Pup ZigZag, and Doug.  Doug was incredibly cute, and Ricklit really gave it his all again! He's not going to stop until he makes a titleholder of himself, his persistence is admirable!  During the contest he had a mad scientist theme going with one of the events, and it was really well done.

Through the night I loved on Joseph, and really enjoyed his company for a beautiful few hours. His friend Chris was also very enjoyable as well, and he was lovey too.  Both gentlemen are incredibly hot and I'm thankful I could have met them that night.  After the contest had ended Sir Dino wanted to head out, he rode over to the Yoshinoya across the street from the Faultline where we had a late night dinner.  It was there that I found a cockroach dying on the floor in the middle of the room.  I let the cashier know about it, but she didn't seem very interested in the information, and she took her time in cleaning up the corpse on the floor.  I named him Harry.

On our way out, I had been making eyes at a cute young man sitting by himself at a table adjacent to us, so I plucked a business card with my blog address on it from my wallet and slipped it on his table next to his tray.  I wonder if he took it, because I certainly hope he likes bedtime reading!


Play Safe dear reader.

Southern California Leather Gathering 2012

So June 23rd Cockpit and I headed out to the Southern California Leather Gathering hosted by Pug!

If you've never been, I definitely recommend you go at least once.  We get a wonderful mix of different leather worlds, straight, gay, bi, pan, as well as the fetishists that make up their populace.

We set up camp in a nice shady spot , and ended up not doing much else than relaxing in the shade and take things as they came.  We participated a little bit in the human scavenger hunt where you have a list of kinks, fetishes, or types of people and then you hunt around the BBQ and see who fits the description.  A wonderful educational icebreaker and a way to meet new folks.

Lunch consisted of classic hot dogs and burgers, and thankfully someone brought pasta salad, so Cockpit could eat vegetarian.  Someone else actually brought a cotton candy machine, I asked to try it and it was so much fun making my own cone of cotton candy.

You'd think a leather BBQ like this would have kinkier things going on, but it's pretty run of the mill stuff...well except the Dildo Toss competition...that's a classic SCLG tradition, and would you believe a straight man always wins every year? We have a reigning champion, I shit you not.  The running joke is that "A gay man will never win the dildo toss, because we can't bear to throw away good dick!" 

The majority of the picnic was spent either hugging on my friends, cuddling with the bears and pups (I love bear and puppy piles, being in the middle of several men is just bliss!) eating, or snuggling with Cockpit. He had fun playing retriever for the dildo toss, and even balanced the dildo on his nose like a the good Golden Retriever puppy he is.

I'm excited about next year's picnic, and I hope to bring more men with me.

A special shout out to everyone who helped out, and thank you to Pug who puts this on every year! You go girl!



Play Safe Dear Reader.