Friday, February 8th, 2013
I went up to SoCal Bondage Club with my buddy Chris C., who after months of cruising back and forth on Recon, finally got together and headed up to the club, I promised him I'd tie him up, since that was the only reason which was keeping him from going, finding a definite playmate.
After introductions, I was able to see Sir Patrick after a long time, who looked absolutely amazing in his rubber gear! We settled down in the Victorian Room, and I calmed him down with some breathing exercises and soft voices, I took his shirt off and caressed his body before tying his wrists, then his ankles. I blindfolded him and put him down on the table. I kissed his body, and his lips, and when I nibbled his chest, I noticed that he had begun to bleed.
Now I didn't bite, or rather I didn't think that I had done so hard enough to break skin. It turns out his nipples were very sensitive. I summoned the DM and received assistance in cleaning him up. After all was wiped down and cleansed, I asked him if he wanted to continue. Unfortunately he chose not to continue play and went off to explore on his own after I released him. I felt bad that his first experience at the club was a negative one such as that.
(A quick note about accidents during play. Both Chris and I are negative and clean, so there was very low risk of any infection due to blood exposure, we were fortunate. VERY fortunate. In the case of skin being broken by accident, please take care and take the necessary steps to clean it up properly. You want to use a proper barrier when cleaning up, medical gloves are perfect. Please research basic First Aid for more information, and have an emergency kit around the house. Best if you keep a spare just for your bedroom / playspace.)
Cockpit then appeared while I was cleaning up my ropes, and when I was done, I leashed him and got into a few conversations with Bobby, and a new face named Matthew, as well as Sir Steve and pup Niko. Sir Ian offered to play with me, and I was only too happy to accept as we had mutually been looking forward to some play together and kept missing our chances.
I was stripped to my jockstrap and he tied me out in the main room to the cage structure. Spread eagle, and at his mercy, Sir Ian placed clothespins on my bare chest, my arms, and even my balls, and fuck did I go into subspace fast! I felt my only purpose was to serve him, to please him, to squirm and moan and make him pleased with me. The clothespins did hurt, but it was like a "relief" pain when he removed them. After holding a good amount of pins he removed them one by one, oh that was interesting! The longer they stayed on my body, the more they began to hurt.
When the last pin was removed from my sore body, he had me untie myself from the steel structure, slowly and carefully, and aware of my own subspace, taking the caution to stabilize myself properly. We sat on the couch, I lay my head in his lap and cooled down, sinking back to earth, and phasing back into reality his gentle hands stroking my hair and body.
From there Cockpit enjoyed some more conversation before calling an end to the evening, and heading home together. Another interesting night at the club.
Play Safe my dear Reader.
Friday, August 2, 2013
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Make the Piggy Squeal
Monday, February 4th, 2013
My fisting piggy came over tonight after we had a few failed attempts at getting together, sickness, work, the usual life nonsense getting in the way.
I just find him absolutely gorgeous, smooth shaved head, his smooth muscled arms and body, tattooed with sharp designs, his fantastic eyes, he's a real dream. He got undressed and we held each other close, making out with sweet kisses and caressing of bodies. He prepped the bed with towels, set up his lubricants, got into his jockstrap and took his position on my bed, head down and ass up.
I lubed up my hand with the J-Lube gel and slid a finger into his sweet, tight ass! Oh it had been a while! He warm hole begged and refused me, I slid in another finger, he wanted it just as bad as I did! Another finger! He moaned and I could push in far enough to feel that heartbeat! Another finger! We were almost to the best part, I slid slowly in and out! Fuck I wanted to ram his hole so bad!
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Yes!" he begged.
I pointed my fist and pushed inside! Almost...almost...there! My knuckles vanished and I was pulled deep into his starving ass! He let out a moan that dripped of ecstasy and intense erotic pleasure, I rolled my fist around in his sweet, wet asshole making him moan louder, and squeal like the beautiful muscle fisting pig he is! We continued this for a short while before I eventually gently slid out of his ass.
He cleaned up and we went back to kissing and making out for a bit before he was ready for me to fuck him. I slid on a condom, lubed up, and had to push to get inside his tight hole. Fucking him is like a dream, this studly, muscled, piggish, randy, beautiful man was taking my dick, and begging for more! His moaning, his piggy squealing, fuck it was all so hot! I blew my load hard up his ass! It felt amazing! Incredible! I collapsed onto his back, my arms wrapped around his gorgeous body enjoying our afterglow.
We took a shower together, and then enjoyed dinner at a local Thai restaurant before parting. There's even talk about filming our next session together, and I like the idea of being a masked fister!
Play Safe dear reader!
My fisting piggy came over tonight after we had a few failed attempts at getting together, sickness, work, the usual life nonsense getting in the way.
I just find him absolutely gorgeous, smooth shaved head, his smooth muscled arms and body, tattooed with sharp designs, his fantastic eyes, he's a real dream. He got undressed and we held each other close, making out with sweet kisses and caressing of bodies. He prepped the bed with towels, set up his lubricants, got into his jockstrap and took his position on my bed, head down and ass up.
I lubed up my hand with the J-Lube gel and slid a finger into his sweet, tight ass! Oh it had been a while! He warm hole begged and refused me, I slid in another finger, he wanted it just as bad as I did! Another finger! He moaned and I could push in far enough to feel that heartbeat! Another finger! We were almost to the best part, I slid slowly in and out! Fuck I wanted to ram his hole so bad!
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Yes!" he begged.
I pointed my fist and pushed inside! Almost...almost...there! My knuckles vanished and I was pulled deep into his starving ass! He let out a moan that dripped of ecstasy and intense erotic pleasure, I rolled my fist around in his sweet, wet asshole making him moan louder, and squeal like the beautiful muscle fisting pig he is! We continued this for a short while before I eventually gently slid out of his ass.
He cleaned up and we went back to kissing and making out for a bit before he was ready for me to fuck him. I slid on a condom, lubed up, and had to push to get inside his tight hole. Fucking him is like a dream, this studly, muscled, piggish, randy, beautiful man was taking my dick, and begging for more! His moaning, his piggy squealing, fuck it was all so hot! I blew my load hard up his ass! It felt amazing! Incredible! I collapsed onto his back, my arms wrapped around his gorgeous body enjoying our afterglow.
We took a shower together, and then enjoyed dinner at a local Thai restaurant before parting. There's even talk about filming our next session together, and I like the idea of being a masked fister!
Play Safe dear reader!
Friday, July 26, 2013
A Night of Rubber with a Pup
Saturday, February 2nd, 2013
Mezwolf came over on short notice to join me for Skin Tight, the monthly rubber night at Pistons. We geared up at my place, I dressed in the little skin gear I had which was a black polo with yellow trim and yellow suspenders my former had given me, regular jeans and my combat boots with red laces. I don't have bleachers yet, but I'm looking forward to making some soon as well as acquiring some knee-high boots.
We headed up and made our way into the bar, meeting up with my friends who were decked out in great rubber gear, like full body catsuits, waders, rain boots, gas masks, even Sir Donny was there in his slick rubber gear, as well as a friend of his who dressed in a zentai suit. The host, Matthew, taught me an interesting quote tonight. "Fashion is what everyone else is doing, style is what you yourself." I had a blast, of course after one Adios Motherfucker I'm having a really good time to begin with! I also met this really handsome, really sweet bodybuilder named Phil. Woof! I wanted to hang off this guy's arm and have him throw me over his shoulder and take me anywhere he wanted!
Around 1:30am Mez and I left, grabbed tacos at a drive through, and headed back to my place. I started getting ready for bed when Mez told me not to undress. So I left them on, took a piss and when I came out I was greeted to the sight of him knelt in the service position. Down on one knee, one fist down, one over his knee, head bowed, naked, and in his ankle and wrist restraints. Arf.
Without a word, he undressed me, kissing and licking my naked body after all my clothes had fallen to the floor. We moved to the bed, and he worshipped my cock, sucking it like a good service boy. I prepped his ass, lubing it up really well, I slid on a condom and then slid inside his eager hole. I took it slow, I was gentle, sliding inside of him all the way, making gentle love to his ass. I whispered softly in his ear as I went, then slowly increased my speed and my thrusting force. Before long I was banging his tailhole and making him whine! I thrust harder! Harder! He whined and whimpered! Ohh that gets me going! I thrust! I shot my load, howling like a beast! It was magnificent!
Grasping him, I collapsed and caught my breath. Now it was his turn. I cleaned him up after I pulled out, and he requested that I finger his hole as he jerked himself. He earned it for being such a good boy and serving me like that. I gladly did so, and enjoyed watching him squirm and moan, then shoot his big load all over his chest! What a good puppy he is! I'm glad I was able to fall asleep next to him tonight.
Play Safe dear reader.
Mezwolf came over on short notice to join me for Skin Tight, the monthly rubber night at Pistons. We geared up at my place, I dressed in the little skin gear I had which was a black polo with yellow trim and yellow suspenders my former had given me, regular jeans and my combat boots with red laces. I don't have bleachers yet, but I'm looking forward to making some soon as well as acquiring some knee-high boots.
We headed up and made our way into the bar, meeting up with my friends who were decked out in great rubber gear, like full body catsuits, waders, rain boots, gas masks, even Sir Donny was there in his slick rubber gear, as well as a friend of his who dressed in a zentai suit. The host, Matthew, taught me an interesting quote tonight. "Fashion is what everyone else is doing, style is what you yourself." I had a blast, of course after one Adios Motherfucker I'm having a really good time to begin with! I also met this really handsome, really sweet bodybuilder named Phil. Woof! I wanted to hang off this guy's arm and have him throw me over his shoulder and take me anywhere he wanted!
Around 1:30am Mez and I left, grabbed tacos at a drive through, and headed back to my place. I started getting ready for bed when Mez told me not to undress. So I left them on, took a piss and when I came out I was greeted to the sight of him knelt in the service position. Down on one knee, one fist down, one over his knee, head bowed, naked, and in his ankle and wrist restraints. Arf.
Without a word, he undressed me, kissing and licking my naked body after all my clothes had fallen to the floor. We moved to the bed, and he worshipped my cock, sucking it like a good service boy. I prepped his ass, lubing it up really well, I slid on a condom and then slid inside his eager hole. I took it slow, I was gentle, sliding inside of him all the way, making gentle love to his ass. I whispered softly in his ear as I went, then slowly increased my speed and my thrusting force. Before long I was banging his tailhole and making him whine! I thrust harder! Harder! He whined and whimpered! Ohh that gets me going! I thrust! I shot my load, howling like a beast! It was magnificent!
Grasping him, I collapsed and caught my breath. Now it was his turn. I cleaned him up after I pulled out, and he requested that I finger his hole as he jerked himself. He earned it for being such a good boy and serving me like that. I gladly did so, and enjoyed watching him squirm and moan, then shoot his big load all over his chest! What a good puppy he is! I'm glad I was able to fall asleep next to him tonight.
Play Safe dear reader.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
A Romp with a Biker
Thursday, February 1st, 2013
Sir Donny's husband came over and we had a bit of fun tonight. We made out and I had him change into his sport biker gear. I attempted to set up a bondage station with the carabiner over my doorframe, but it wasn't working out to what I had in mind. Not a problem, as I simply changed direction and bound his hands together, then I blindfolded him, led him to the bed, and shoved him hard back onto it.
Fuck I love doing that so much, the surge of dominant energy is such a rush!
More making out with my helpless prisoner, I then tied his boots together so there was absolutely no escaping me, not that he had any reason to anyway! Growling, snarling, licking, biting, kissing deeply, passion! Gasping! Moaning! Fuck yeah!
I ordered him out of his biker armor after releasing his hands and boots, and I slipped out of my leather and only left my harness and Muir cap. I slid on a condom, lubed up his sweet ass, exposed in his leather jock, and I gently slid inside his hole, and relished the feeling of his sweet tight ass! Gentle lovemaking and small thrusts turned into primal fucking! His moans! His whimpering! I thrust harder and harder! Deeper and deeper! I peaked! I shot my hot load! I shot another! I embraced him! He shuddered! He filled his jockstrap with his hot sticky load!
As we came down from our high, I slipped out of his sweet hole, and enjoyed the afterglow. We made our way to the shower, pieces of clothing all over my bedroom floor. I ran the water, and cleansed his body and we shared more gentle kisses.
The water was turned off, we dried our bodies, and had some fun conversation of popular shows, his work, and the work he was doing for a website before he said goodbye, and we ended our visit together.
A wonderful visit that was, too!
Play Safe, dear reader.
Sir Donny's husband came over and we had a bit of fun tonight. We made out and I had him change into his sport biker gear. I attempted to set up a bondage station with the carabiner over my doorframe, but it wasn't working out to what I had in mind. Not a problem, as I simply changed direction and bound his hands together, then I blindfolded him, led him to the bed, and shoved him hard back onto it.
Fuck I love doing that so much, the surge of dominant energy is such a rush!
More making out with my helpless prisoner, I then tied his boots together so there was absolutely no escaping me, not that he had any reason to anyway! Growling, snarling, licking, biting, kissing deeply, passion! Gasping! Moaning! Fuck yeah!
I ordered him out of his biker armor after releasing his hands and boots, and I slipped out of my leather and only left my harness and Muir cap. I slid on a condom, lubed up his sweet ass, exposed in his leather jock, and I gently slid inside his hole, and relished the feeling of his sweet tight ass! Gentle lovemaking and small thrusts turned into primal fucking! His moans! His whimpering! I thrust harder and harder! Deeper and deeper! I peaked! I shot my hot load! I shot another! I embraced him! He shuddered! He filled his jockstrap with his hot sticky load!
As we came down from our high, I slipped out of his sweet hole, and enjoyed the afterglow. We made our way to the shower, pieces of clothing all over my bedroom floor. I ran the water, and cleansed his body and we shared more gentle kisses.
The water was turned off, we dried our bodies, and had some fun conversation of popular shows, his work, and the work he was doing for a website before he said goodbye, and we ended our visit together.
A wonderful visit that was, too!
Play Safe, dear reader.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Lunar Leather Weekend
January 26th - 27th, 2013
Saturday - January 26th
The day prior I had come down via the train and slept over at Pup Zephyr's apartment, this morning before breakfast Zephyr, who had roommates who adopted a wonderfully sweet Pit Bull who recently had 11 puppies, surprised me by putting all the pups on me at once. You haven't experienced a true joy until you're under a bombardment of puppies, all squeaking, whimpering, and whining at once.
We spent the day with his friend Dana, grabbed lunch, I bought a new chain leash that I had been hunting for, and then headed back to Dana's apartment where we had an incredible 3-way shower. I love bathing with my playmates, my subs, and my doms. The more the merrier, and this would be my first time with two hot boys in the same shower. We lathered each other up, kissing, caressing, cleaning and cleansing our naked bodies in the steamy warm waters, stroking and pumping our manhood until each one of us shot our loads. Easily one of the sexiest showers I have ever taken! I cannot wait for it to happen again!
Dana was a real help and lent me his camera since I was foolish and forgot my battery charger behind, and we all headed to Pecs Bar for my event, Lunar Leather. I thought it would be a fun idea to throw my first leather event of the year on the first full moon, and since I hadn't done any parties in San Diego before, it all collected into a bunch of "firsts".
The event itself was a success, a good amount of men in leather showed up, pleasantries and conversations were shared, and plenty of sexy gear was worn. Sir Jeremy and Sir Michael were there, as well as a friend of Sir Michael's who is a producer of title contests. I had an interesting conversation with him.
Now in my experience it was widely encouraged for titleholders to have sex with their vests on, to show exactly who was doing what and with whom. To show that their titles were in fact play titles, titles that encouraged sexual play. The running joke is that "when you're in the bar sucking someone's cock, kneel on your vest with the title patch up so we know who it is." This producer however was of the school of thought that the opposite should be done, never be photographed with a beer in your hand and don't be caught playing in your vest. I was interested in his reasoning as to why this shouldn't happen, and he explained that in his experience the titleholders were frequently headhunted by porn studios and as a result he was afraid that people would think that's all that a titleholder did.
I met up with my friend Peter who approached me and told me that our mutual friend, Damien, had "read him the riot act", and told Peter that I had a community of people that loved me and wouldn't hesitate to kick his ass if he hurt me. Peter told me that I was loved by many people. I started to cry, I didn't really grasp that or how immense that was before. It felt incredibly reassuring and comforting knowing people had my back, and even though I already knew this, it was wonderful to be reminded with such intensity.
After leaving the bar around 1:40am, we arrived back at Dana's apartment, climbed into bed naked, and enjoyed one another. I became the center of attention as Zephyr rubbed my feet, and Dana jerked my member. I enjoyed every moment of it, and shot a very satisfying load!
Sunday - January 27th 2013
We headed out to breakfast with Sir Michael, and then Zephyr drove me all the way back to Long Beach. After the long journey we stopped by the Paradise Bar and enjoyed Drag Queen Bingo with the LA Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. Afterward we had dinner at Thai Silk, and I bid Zephyr farewell as he returned home soon after.
Another wonderful kinky weekend, and a special thanks to Pup Zephyr and Dana, as well as to everyone who attended my event that weekend!
Play Safe dear Reader.
Saturday - January 26th
The day prior I had come down via the train and slept over at Pup Zephyr's apartment, this morning before breakfast Zephyr, who had roommates who adopted a wonderfully sweet Pit Bull who recently had 11 puppies, surprised me by putting all the pups on me at once. You haven't experienced a true joy until you're under a bombardment of puppies, all squeaking, whimpering, and whining at once.
We spent the day with his friend Dana, grabbed lunch, I bought a new chain leash that I had been hunting for, and then headed back to Dana's apartment where we had an incredible 3-way shower. I love bathing with my playmates, my subs, and my doms. The more the merrier, and this would be my first time with two hot boys in the same shower. We lathered each other up, kissing, caressing, cleaning and cleansing our naked bodies in the steamy warm waters, stroking and pumping our manhood until each one of us shot our loads. Easily one of the sexiest showers I have ever taken! I cannot wait for it to happen again!
Dana was a real help and lent me his camera since I was foolish and forgot my battery charger behind, and we all headed to Pecs Bar for my event, Lunar Leather. I thought it would be a fun idea to throw my first leather event of the year on the first full moon, and since I hadn't done any parties in San Diego before, it all collected into a bunch of "firsts".
The event itself was a success, a good amount of men in leather showed up, pleasantries and conversations were shared, and plenty of sexy gear was worn. Sir Jeremy and Sir Michael were there, as well as a friend of Sir Michael's who is a producer of title contests. I had an interesting conversation with him.
Now in my experience it was widely encouraged for titleholders to have sex with their vests on, to show exactly who was doing what and with whom. To show that their titles were in fact play titles, titles that encouraged sexual play. The running joke is that "when you're in the bar sucking someone's cock, kneel on your vest with the title patch up so we know who it is." This producer however was of the school of thought that the opposite should be done, never be photographed with a beer in your hand and don't be caught playing in your vest. I was interested in his reasoning as to why this shouldn't happen, and he explained that in his experience the titleholders were frequently headhunted by porn studios and as a result he was afraid that people would think that's all that a titleholder did.
I met up with my friend Peter who approached me and told me that our mutual friend, Damien, had "read him the riot act", and told Peter that I had a community of people that loved me and wouldn't hesitate to kick his ass if he hurt me. Peter told me that I was loved by many people. I started to cry, I didn't really grasp that or how immense that was before. It felt incredibly reassuring and comforting knowing people had my back, and even though I already knew this, it was wonderful to be reminded with such intensity.
After leaving the bar around 1:40am, we arrived back at Dana's apartment, climbed into bed naked, and enjoyed one another. I became the center of attention as Zephyr rubbed my feet, and Dana jerked my member. I enjoyed every moment of it, and shot a very satisfying load!
Sunday - January 27th 2013
We headed out to breakfast with Sir Michael, and then Zephyr drove me all the way back to Long Beach. After the long journey we stopped by the Paradise Bar and enjoyed Drag Queen Bingo with the LA Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. Afterward we had dinner at Thai Silk, and I bid Zephyr farewell as he returned home soon after.
Another wonderful kinky weekend, and a special thanks to Pup Zephyr and Dana, as well as to everyone who attended my event that weekend!
Play Safe dear Reader.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Fireplace Fornication
Sunday, January 13th, 2013
Tonight I went out with Sir Donny, who wore his sexy tight leather pants which were tucked neatly inside his incredibly hot, and incredibly tall, knee-high Wesco lace up boots! Woof! We headed to a hot dog counter for a quick dinner, and Sir Donny became a bit dominant. We had experimented with him being more submissive to me, but at the moment it all seemed that him being dominant felt more natural.
He forced me up to the counter and demanded me to make an order, it was really turning me on how forceful he became! I happily assumed the submissive role and did as I was told! Food in hand we headed back to his house where we ate our supper, and then I happily and eagerly worshipped his beautiful, huge cock.
I slobbered and sucked on that beast as if it were the last dick I'd ever be given. Listening to him moan his satisfaction only encouraged me to take it even further down my throat, as far as it would go! I wanted him to fill my eager mouth with his dick. Eventually he was able to tear me away long enough to go upstairs, I proceeded to strip down and got into place in front of the fireplace. He took off his shirt and left his leather and boots on, revealing a broad and bold chest. He unzipped his fly, slipped on a condom, and he lubed up my eager, hungry boy hole.
I'm really excited at this point, I've always wanted to be fucked in front of a fire. I think the idea of making gentle love in front of a crackling fire is so romantic, or a good hard ass pounding on the floor in the light of a roaring inferno is highly erotic, the only light cast by the flames on two naked bodies in the throughs of ecstasy, be it soft and sweet, or harsh and wild! Prove to me your passion in front of the burning wood!
Sir Donny stuffed his huge dick in my tight and hungry boy hole, and fucked me slowly, intently. I wanted every inch of his manhood inside of me, as much as I could physically take! It hurt, but it hurt in that satisfying way, the way you want it to hurt, the good pain that makes you grit your teeth in a smile and feel like a man for enduring and embracing it. Unfortunately I couldn't take it for too long, my ass was aching and giving me a hard time, he pulled out.
The condom came off and Sir Donny jerked his big dick over my naked body, he shot his hot load all over my chest, and I loved feeling the warm spatter of his cum on me, being his cum target is so fucking hot for me. I jerked my meat and then blew my own load all over my chest, mixing my seed with his.
I love to play with Sir Donny, especially when he's dominant and aggressive! He's so tall, handsome, firm and also very caring, but when he just lets go and makes demands, and does what he wants to me, that's when my dick's the hardest around him! Woof! Give me that hard passion, Sir! This boy loves being your plaything!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Friday, July 5, 2013
A Little Bit of Sounding
Friday, January 11th, 2013
Sir Steve picked me up at the Red Line and we headed to dinner at Pho City before coming back to his apartment, gearing up and heading out to the Socal Bondage Club. We found the spider web room open and he bound me to the metal web and flogged me. The slaps of leather on my back, I missed them a lot. Steve brought me to a great catharsis which I had been craving, to let it all out and cry. It feels so wonderful.
After a bit of a rest, an older man walked up to me and came uncomfortably close, and said he wanted to spank me. I didn't find the man at all attractive, and if he had respected my space I might have felt different, I firmly told him I wasn't into spanking at all (which I'm really not), and he left. He smelled strongly of Nacho Cheese flavored Doritos, as if he had just eaten two bags. That's how uncomfortably close he came.
We went into the main room and Sir Steve asked if I was into sounds and I told him I hadn't had it done before. He asked if I would like to try and I hesitated for a moment before finally saying yes. We headed to the medical room after Sir Steve washed and cleaned his sounding equipment. I lay down on the examination table, my feet in the stirrups, he lubed up a sounding rod, a thin rod of metal and he slowly dipped it inside my penis.
It stung a little bit and he took it out, then he let me do it myself. I went very slowly and my eyes went wide as it went deeper and deeper inside of me. It felt tingly and strange, slightly uncomfortable and like I needed to pee. After a bit it felt nice, and I'll do it again in the future. We cleaned up and headed to the Bullet bar for drinks. I got a bit tipsy and we went through McDonald's for a quick late snack (my sober self would never have allowed that but he wasn't in control), and ended up at Sir Steve's apartment. I was told that I had passed out just as Sir Steve was about to play with me, I wish he had just ravaged me anyway, but I do love the respect he has for me.
In the morning Sir Steve and I prepared to leave to go to the Tom of Finland House, when he called me into his study. He opened up his desk and he told me that he and I share a passion for journalism, he reached inside the desk and handed me a brand new journal! "Write and have fun." he said to me.
Thank you Sir!
When we arrived at the Tom of Finland house I was amazed at how kinky and sexy it was! A three level house, bondage furniture in the yards, Tom's porn plastered everywhere, literally on the walls and the ceilings, even on the furniture. Even the car had ToF on it. The only part of the house I didn't see was the dungeon rumored to be in the basement.
We were there for a bootcamp meeting for aspiring titleholders, however I must shamefully admit that I fell asleep several times. It's not that they were boring, it's that I wasn't moving around and I was getting comfortable...and that I was up late doing all kinds of naughty, dirty things. I'm not the type you take to meetings or discussions, I'm an action guy, I like to get up and do things (and people). I'd rather be at a party talking than in a meeting discussing.
Have Fun and Play Safe, dear reader.
Sir Steve picked me up at the Red Line and we headed to dinner at Pho City before coming back to his apartment, gearing up and heading out to the Socal Bondage Club. We found the spider web room open and he bound me to the metal web and flogged me. The slaps of leather on my back, I missed them a lot. Steve brought me to a great catharsis which I had been craving, to let it all out and cry. It feels so wonderful.
After a bit of a rest, an older man walked up to me and came uncomfortably close, and said he wanted to spank me. I didn't find the man at all attractive, and if he had respected my space I might have felt different, I firmly told him I wasn't into spanking at all (which I'm really not), and he left. He smelled strongly of Nacho Cheese flavored Doritos, as if he had just eaten two bags. That's how uncomfortably close he came.
We went into the main room and Sir Steve asked if I was into sounds and I told him I hadn't had it done before. He asked if I would like to try and I hesitated for a moment before finally saying yes. We headed to the medical room after Sir Steve washed and cleaned his sounding equipment. I lay down on the examination table, my feet in the stirrups, he lubed up a sounding rod, a thin rod of metal and he slowly dipped it inside my penis.
It stung a little bit and he took it out, then he let me do it myself. I went very slowly and my eyes went wide as it went deeper and deeper inside of me. It felt tingly and strange, slightly uncomfortable and like I needed to pee. After a bit it felt nice, and I'll do it again in the future. We cleaned up and headed to the Bullet bar for drinks. I got a bit tipsy and we went through McDonald's for a quick late snack (my sober self would never have allowed that but he wasn't in control), and ended up at Sir Steve's apartment. I was told that I had passed out just as Sir Steve was about to play with me, I wish he had just ravaged me anyway, but I do love the respect he has for me.
In the morning Sir Steve and I prepared to leave to go to the Tom of Finland House, when he called me into his study. He opened up his desk and he told me that he and I share a passion for journalism, he reached inside the desk and handed me a brand new journal! "Write and have fun." he said to me.
Thank you Sir!
When we arrived at the Tom of Finland house I was amazed at how kinky and sexy it was! A three level house, bondage furniture in the yards, Tom's porn plastered everywhere, literally on the walls and the ceilings, even on the furniture. Even the car had ToF on it. The only part of the house I didn't see was the dungeon rumored to be in the basement.
We were there for a bootcamp meeting for aspiring titleholders, however I must shamefully admit that I fell asleep several times. It's not that they were boring, it's that I wasn't moving around and I was getting comfortable...and that I was up late doing all kinds of naughty, dirty things. I'm not the type you take to meetings or discussions, I'm an action guy, I like to get up and do things (and people). I'd rather be at a party talking than in a meeting discussing.
Have Fun and Play Safe, dear reader.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Diaper Play Revisited and Public Bondage in San Diego
Friday-Sunday, January 4th-6th, 2013
This weekend I headed down to San Diego to scope out some bars for potential. I stayed with Sir Michael and was told I'd be meeting another boy he had with him for the weekend. Upon arrival I was greeted by Sir Michael at the train station in his biker gear. He had a new sports bike, a beautiful blue Ninja.
Riding on his bike as a pillion was a bit scary, he's thin and light, and I felt like I was too heavy along with my backpack. He dropped me off at the apartment and went to Oceanside to fetch his other boy. When they returned, a taller man entered the apartment, nicknamed Mez. A tall figure, wearing a full face biker helmet with a dark visor, I ran up and hugged his cold body close to mine. Nothing gets me quite like an anonymous biker, especially when they're taller than I am! WOOF! He felt so good, I didn't want to let go!
He then took off his helmet to reveal a handsome and adorable face! Arf! I knew I was in for a fun weekend at first sight! After introductions Sir Michael placed Mez in a straitjacket and my wrists into shackles and we were taken to Pecs bar where we enjoyed a drink, and then dinner at a local Mexican restaurant where we enjoyed the amused glances of the staff. I was given the fun task of feeding Mez as I was the only other one with free-ish hands. Public bondage is a lot of fun.
Back at the apartment I was placed in 5-point shackles, I'm not a fan of them, as the steel rubs against my heels and it's uncomfortable for me. It was time to retire to bed and I lay next to Mez, we were placed in diapers at Sir Michael's whim, and we lay there holding each other for the entire night. I loved holding this tall cutie close!
The next morning, I awoke to my bladder aching. I really needed to take a piss but I seriously didn't want to use the diaper. Now diapers feel nice and comfortable dry, it's gentle, padded, comfy, and it wasn't my first time in one either. I remembered I didn't enjoy it the last time when I had to force myself to just let go and piss mine. Mez woke up and I told him I really needed to go, he urged me to just go right there. Given no other options, I focused hard at unraveling all the psychological blocks I had placed in me during potty training in my early childhood, and wet the diaper.
I really didn't enjoy it at all. It's official, diapers are not my thing. I'll be honest, the five seconds of warmth is very nice, but then the wallowing in cold urine in a soggy diaper is not. Not to mention the smell of the first piss of the morning stinking up my groin. Once Sir Michael woke up, we were released and one very satisfying shower later, we enjoyed breakfast, and Sir Michael drove me over to my former boyfriend's apartment.
Riding the sport bike on the freeway was...terrifying. I focused as hard as my mind was able to become a solid piece with the motorcycle as we ripped down the river of pavement. I have no idea what Mez had been feeling when they did this last night, and all the way from Oceanside. When we arrived, Sir Michael headed off, and I knocked on the door.
It was nice to see Dizzy again, he looked healthier, cleaner, and a little nervous. I guess that's to be expected when you see your former boyfriend after a long time. I wanted to keep a friendly relationship with him, so what if it didn't work out romantically, I was more thankful we could still talk and be friends. We headed inside and took a look at the fun stuff he was selling, he had a flight suit, a leather wristband, and a few kinky shirts that I grabbed. We talked, caught up, and I paid him a little extra than what he asked for the lot. I didn't want any of that stupid social awkwardness that I heard other couples had when they ended their relationships on good terms, I just wanted him as my friend again.
I stuffed everything into my backpack and said goodbye, called Sir Michael, and one scary ride through the freeway returned us back to the apartment where Mez lay in chains, naked and helmeted. Fuck yes. I enjoyed his vulnerable body a bit before we were geared up for the evening. I was placed in the straitjacket and Mez in fistmitts cuffed to a belly chain. We walked for miles, stopping to eat at City Deli where the staff was absolutely wonderful, open-minded, and respectful of us in gear. Plus the food was just fantastic!
We continued over to Mo's bar and watched people enjoy country night with square dancing and cute cowboys on the dance floor. We were approached by a friend of ours who started to dish some negative gossip over some group having strife over some bar and I stopped him. I told him I really didn't care about local drama, and instead I wanted to hear about three great and wonderful things that happened to him. We eventually left and started the long trek home, I was absolutely exhausted when we finally got back to the apartment. Once out of the gear and stark naked, I relished being cuddled up next to Mez's naked body as we fell asleep.
In the morning we headed to the train station where we said our farewells, and Mez joined me on our journey back to Los Angeles. The ride North was very comfortable, cuddling Mez on the way up through Oceanside where we parted ways and I continued my way home alone.
Play Safe Dear Readers.
This weekend I headed down to San Diego to scope out some bars for potential. I stayed with Sir Michael and was told I'd be meeting another boy he had with him for the weekend. Upon arrival I was greeted by Sir Michael at the train station in his biker gear. He had a new sports bike, a beautiful blue Ninja.
Riding on his bike as a pillion was a bit scary, he's thin and light, and I felt like I was too heavy along with my backpack. He dropped me off at the apartment and went to Oceanside to fetch his other boy. When they returned, a taller man entered the apartment, nicknamed Mez. A tall figure, wearing a full face biker helmet with a dark visor, I ran up and hugged his cold body close to mine. Nothing gets me quite like an anonymous biker, especially when they're taller than I am! WOOF! He felt so good, I didn't want to let go!
He then took off his helmet to reveal a handsome and adorable face! Arf! I knew I was in for a fun weekend at first sight! After introductions Sir Michael placed Mez in a straitjacket and my wrists into shackles and we were taken to Pecs bar where we enjoyed a drink, and then dinner at a local Mexican restaurant where we enjoyed the amused glances of the staff. I was given the fun task of feeding Mez as I was the only other one with free-ish hands. Public bondage is a lot of fun.
Back at the apartment I was placed in 5-point shackles, I'm not a fan of them, as the steel rubs against my heels and it's uncomfortable for me. It was time to retire to bed and I lay next to Mez, we were placed in diapers at Sir Michael's whim, and we lay there holding each other for the entire night. I loved holding this tall cutie close!
The next morning, I awoke to my bladder aching. I really needed to take a piss but I seriously didn't want to use the diaper. Now diapers feel nice and comfortable dry, it's gentle, padded, comfy, and it wasn't my first time in one either. I remembered I didn't enjoy it the last time when I had to force myself to just let go and piss mine. Mez woke up and I told him I really needed to go, he urged me to just go right there. Given no other options, I focused hard at unraveling all the psychological blocks I had placed in me during potty training in my early childhood, and wet the diaper.
I really didn't enjoy it at all. It's official, diapers are not my thing. I'll be honest, the five seconds of warmth is very nice, but then the wallowing in cold urine in a soggy diaper is not. Not to mention the smell of the first piss of the morning stinking up my groin. Once Sir Michael woke up, we were released and one very satisfying shower later, we enjoyed breakfast, and Sir Michael drove me over to my former boyfriend's apartment.
Riding the sport bike on the freeway was...terrifying. I focused as hard as my mind was able to become a solid piece with the motorcycle as we ripped down the river of pavement. I have no idea what Mez had been feeling when they did this last night, and all the way from Oceanside. When we arrived, Sir Michael headed off, and I knocked on the door.
It was nice to see Dizzy again, he looked healthier, cleaner, and a little nervous. I guess that's to be expected when you see your former boyfriend after a long time. I wanted to keep a friendly relationship with him, so what if it didn't work out romantically, I was more thankful we could still talk and be friends. We headed inside and took a look at the fun stuff he was selling, he had a flight suit, a leather wristband, and a few kinky shirts that I grabbed. We talked, caught up, and I paid him a little extra than what he asked for the lot. I didn't want any of that stupid social awkwardness that I heard other couples had when they ended their relationships on good terms, I just wanted him as my friend again.
I stuffed everything into my backpack and said goodbye, called Sir Michael, and one scary ride through the freeway returned us back to the apartment where Mez lay in chains, naked and helmeted. Fuck yes. I enjoyed his vulnerable body a bit before we were geared up for the evening. I was placed in the straitjacket and Mez in fistmitts cuffed to a belly chain. We walked for miles, stopping to eat at City Deli where the staff was absolutely wonderful, open-minded, and respectful of us in gear. Plus the food was just fantastic!
We continued over to Mo's bar and watched people enjoy country night with square dancing and cute cowboys on the dance floor. We were approached by a friend of ours who started to dish some negative gossip over some group having strife over some bar and I stopped him. I told him I really didn't care about local drama, and instead I wanted to hear about three great and wonderful things that happened to him. We eventually left and started the long trek home, I was absolutely exhausted when we finally got back to the apartment. Once out of the gear and stark naked, I relished being cuddled up next to Mez's naked body as we fell asleep.
In the morning we headed to the train station where we said our farewells, and Mez joined me on our journey back to Los Angeles. The ride North was very comfortable, cuddling Mez on the way up through Oceanside where we parted ways and I continued my way home alone.
Play Safe Dear Readers.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Fisting with Friends
Saturday, December 29th, 2012
This afternoon I went up to Stockroom with Sir Donny and his husband so his husband could pick out his Christmas present from Sir Donny. I explored the racks of rubber, having the intoxicating smell enter my nostrils, tried on a blue rubber Muir Cap, as well as a fox mask. I have been hunting for a proper fox mask for ages, but each one I try on is too cartoony, or doesn't speak to me, or is exorbitantly expensive. I'd love to have one I could wear to events that would conceal my identity and inspire curiosity in those around me.
When finished, we returned to Sir Donny's house and waited for James, a man whom Sir Donny had invited to play with us, and is an experienced fisting bottom. When he arrived we had a very intimate 4-man make out, man that was hot, I love group intimacy. James then started to prep himself with a thick dildo, fairly large in size. I took control and fucked his ass with the toy, listening to him moan made it all the more enjoyable. He then switched to a much larger black latex dildo, which was about the girth of a traffic pylon! I watched in awe as his ass swallowed the entire shaft! When it was time and my hands gripped the monstrosity, I took care to be gentle. Even given his experience he did become uncomfortable a few times during, but we both had a wonderful time!
Then it was time, I pulled on a new pair of latex gloves (I changed pairs with every toy we used, and was careful not to cross-contaminate the lubricant) and greased up my hand. I started with one finger at a time before I shoved my entire fist inside. His ass swallowed me, and I felt the warm, moist interior of his anus. His heartbeat could be felt everywhere inside. Unfortunately as soon as I was sucked inside of him, he needed me to pull back out. He apologized, but I knew that he wasn't comfortable. We had a few more attempts but we had the same result each time, he just couldn't take any more anal abuse and went to shower.
Sir Donny then placed me inside his new vac bed with a neck hole so I wouldn't need to be fully encased with only a mouth tube. I have had the hardest time trying to get used to full encasement with vac beds if they only have a breathing tube, the suffocation phobia takes over and my flight instinct shoves violently to the forefront of my mind and bashes his fists on the walls of my brain. Which is also why I do not willingly perform breath play on others, and why I get absolutely livid when someone assumes I want them to clamp their hand over my gas mask if I wear one out to the bar. Don't assume anything about someone else's desires, always ask permission.
I slid inside Sir Donny's beautiful vac rack and he sealed me inside! I love the feeling of the rubber as it encloses and encases my body, sealing me within the black sheets, so tight against my bare skin! All the air sucked away, tightening on my naked body! Completely immobile, I can't even lift a finger against the pressure! James came out of the shower and Sir Donny handed him his back massager, and James proceeded to torture my vulnerable dick which was quite visible through the form-fitting rubber sheets!
After the torture was over, we headed out for a supper together, me in full leather. I love wearing my gear out in public, it feels so liberating and exciting! It's always fun to get asked what my hankies mean in my back pocket, or what my title vest means by curious onlookers. It shows they are brave enough to ask and I respect that a lot. Once back Sir Donny pulled out his other vac bed and James was sealed inside much to his great delight. A beautiful body sealed like a cut of gorgeous meat inside black rubber sheets that formed to his person like a glove.
I had a little revenge with the massager myself, and making him moan had my manhood drooling. James was in the bed for ages! I couldn't believe it, and I was very jealous that he could enjoy full encasement so much where I would be turned into a scared child at the thought of it. When he did eventually slide out, I felt my confidence grow, it was my turn. I wanted to defeat the fear inside of me already. I wriggled inside and the darkness closed in on me, the tube went into my mouth...and that was it. That was the trigger. I had to get out. The tube was thin enough to make breathing a conscious effort, my asthma cough had been acting up and the fear of labored breathing and a cough fit kept me from going through with it.
I got out and took a few breaths, frustrated, my desire for the experience battled against the anxiety of my breathing. Donny assured me I was okay and it wasn't a problem if I didn't do it, and James assured me the bed was safe and amazing. I tried pumping myself up again and slid back inside. I had no trouble with the feeling of the rubber sealing itself around me, but the moment that tube entered my mouth my anxiety rushed back like the flow of a wave on the beach. I fought it, trying to remember that the bed would fill with air if the tube was pulled out, but even after the affirming words of Sir Donny and James, and my confidence pumping couldn't win and I got out for the last time that night.
I detest my fear, it's an illusion my mind makes, I'm so aware of that, but it still wins out. It really frustrates me to no end because I hate missing out on a good time, especially if I'm the one standing in my way. I was close to telling Sir Donny to just seal me inside and ignore my fearful state, but I couldn't ask him to do such a thing.
After getting out, Sir Donny wrapped me up in pallet wrap, and James tortured me with the massager. I love mummification, it's warm and relaxing, a nice plastic cocoon almost. James then jerked me off with Sir Donny's masturbation tube, a clear rubber cylinder filled with soft rubber spikes that felt absolutely beautiful on my dripping, throbbing dick. I eventually blew my huge load and sunk into the afterglow, then assisted in helping get James off as well, and his load was quite a sexy sight to see! A nice hot shower later, our goodbyes, and Sir Donny escorted me home. A beautiful night to remember!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
This afternoon I went up to Stockroom with Sir Donny and his husband so his husband could pick out his Christmas present from Sir Donny. I explored the racks of rubber, having the intoxicating smell enter my nostrils, tried on a blue rubber Muir Cap, as well as a fox mask. I have been hunting for a proper fox mask for ages, but each one I try on is too cartoony, or doesn't speak to me, or is exorbitantly expensive. I'd love to have one I could wear to events that would conceal my identity and inspire curiosity in those around me.
When finished, we returned to Sir Donny's house and waited for James, a man whom Sir Donny had invited to play with us, and is an experienced fisting bottom. When he arrived we had a very intimate 4-man make out, man that was hot, I love group intimacy. James then started to prep himself with a thick dildo, fairly large in size. I took control and fucked his ass with the toy, listening to him moan made it all the more enjoyable. He then switched to a much larger black latex dildo, which was about the girth of a traffic pylon! I watched in awe as his ass swallowed the entire shaft! When it was time and my hands gripped the monstrosity, I took care to be gentle. Even given his experience he did become uncomfortable a few times during, but we both had a wonderful time!
Then it was time, I pulled on a new pair of latex gloves (I changed pairs with every toy we used, and was careful not to cross-contaminate the lubricant) and greased up my hand. I started with one finger at a time before I shoved my entire fist inside. His ass swallowed me, and I felt the warm, moist interior of his anus. His heartbeat could be felt everywhere inside. Unfortunately as soon as I was sucked inside of him, he needed me to pull back out. He apologized, but I knew that he wasn't comfortable. We had a few more attempts but we had the same result each time, he just couldn't take any more anal abuse and went to shower.
Sir Donny then placed me inside his new vac bed with a neck hole so I wouldn't need to be fully encased with only a mouth tube. I have had the hardest time trying to get used to full encasement with vac beds if they only have a breathing tube, the suffocation phobia takes over and my flight instinct shoves violently to the forefront of my mind and bashes his fists on the walls of my brain. Which is also why I do not willingly perform breath play on others, and why I get absolutely livid when someone assumes I want them to clamp their hand over my gas mask if I wear one out to the bar. Don't assume anything about someone else's desires, always ask permission.
I slid inside Sir Donny's beautiful vac rack and he sealed me inside! I love the feeling of the rubber as it encloses and encases my body, sealing me within the black sheets, so tight against my bare skin! All the air sucked away, tightening on my naked body! Completely immobile, I can't even lift a finger against the pressure! James came out of the shower and Sir Donny handed him his back massager, and James proceeded to torture my vulnerable dick which was quite visible through the form-fitting rubber sheets!
After the torture was over, we headed out for a supper together, me in full leather. I love wearing my gear out in public, it feels so liberating and exciting! It's always fun to get asked what my hankies mean in my back pocket, or what my title vest means by curious onlookers. It shows they are brave enough to ask and I respect that a lot. Once back Sir Donny pulled out his other vac bed and James was sealed inside much to his great delight. A beautiful body sealed like a cut of gorgeous meat inside black rubber sheets that formed to his person like a glove.
I had a little revenge with the massager myself, and making him moan had my manhood drooling. James was in the bed for ages! I couldn't believe it, and I was very jealous that he could enjoy full encasement so much where I would be turned into a scared child at the thought of it. When he did eventually slide out, I felt my confidence grow, it was my turn. I wanted to defeat the fear inside of me already. I wriggled inside and the darkness closed in on me, the tube went into my mouth...and that was it. That was the trigger. I had to get out. The tube was thin enough to make breathing a conscious effort, my asthma cough had been acting up and the fear of labored breathing and a cough fit kept me from going through with it.
I got out and took a few breaths, frustrated, my desire for the experience battled against the anxiety of my breathing. Donny assured me I was okay and it wasn't a problem if I didn't do it, and James assured me the bed was safe and amazing. I tried pumping myself up again and slid back inside. I had no trouble with the feeling of the rubber sealing itself around me, but the moment that tube entered my mouth my anxiety rushed back like the flow of a wave on the beach. I fought it, trying to remember that the bed would fill with air if the tube was pulled out, but even after the affirming words of Sir Donny and James, and my confidence pumping couldn't win and I got out for the last time that night.
I detest my fear, it's an illusion my mind makes, I'm so aware of that, but it still wins out. It really frustrates me to no end because I hate missing out on a good time, especially if I'm the one standing in my way. I was close to telling Sir Donny to just seal me inside and ignore my fearful state, but I couldn't ask him to do such a thing.
After getting out, Sir Donny wrapped me up in pallet wrap, and James tortured me with the massager. I love mummification, it's warm and relaxing, a nice plastic cocoon almost. James then jerked me off with Sir Donny's masturbation tube, a clear rubber cylinder filled with soft rubber spikes that felt absolutely beautiful on my dripping, throbbing dick. I eventually blew my huge load and sunk into the afterglow, then assisted in helping get James off as well, and his load was quite a sexy sight to see! A nice hot shower later, our goodbyes, and Sir Donny escorted me home. A beautiful night to remember!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Monday, June 17, 2013
A Horny Christmas with the Dogs
Friday, December 14th, 2012 - Monday, December 17th 2012
Friday:
Flew up to San Francisco with Cockpit and along the way dropped a card on the table of a very cute boy, and handed a card to a flight attendant to give to our pilot. He was so sexy. Fly me anywhere, hot shot.
Once in the hotel room, Cockpit and I fooled around a little bit before he left to get Brue and I had my good friend Minddrive come up for a bit. He was in the neighborhood and we had been talking extensively online about how bad he wanted me to milk him. I hadn't milked anyone before so it was going to be a fun new experience for me as well. I had him jump into his chaps and strapped him into the straitjacket he provided. I tied on a bandanna mask and as his masked bandit captor, I masked him as well, then tied his legs with my ropes. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and he was at my complete mercy!
I spent some time cuddled close to him, embracing him, and then started stroking his already hard manhood while whispering a sexy tale into his ears. A story where he would get abducted by a cowboy, and he wakes up on a wooden table, stark naked and attached to a milking machine, where he then becomes the cowboy's cum cow. After finishing, I looked into his eyes and in a stern voice I ordered "Cum!" His eyes shut tight and he shot his load on the spot! He pumped three times, drenching my hand in his seed. I was amazed, I actually made someone cum on demand, but I wasn't finished. This pup wanted to be milked so badly and I always deliver on my promises.
I kept stroking him, he started laughing he was so sensitive, and I kept stroking. I started another story, a tale from my own fantasies, a tale of a man who was pushed into the quicksand and left to sink under the muck. After I finished I ordered him to cum again and with a little teasing of the head of his cock, he came again! Woof! I slowed down and stopped teasing and stroking, I cleaned him up and held him in his afterglow. After I while I released him, helped him pack up, and saw him off with a nice kiss. He was fun!
Around 1:00am Brue and Cockpit came back to the room, Cockpit showed me his new gear, and soon I found myself between the two of them completely naked. Brue mashed his face in my ass and rimmed me so deep my eyes crossed while Cockpit swallowed my dick like the incredible cocksucker he is! Eventually I was on the bed, 69-ing Cockpit while Brue continued to love deep in my ass.
Cockpit jerked off and blew his load all over his chest, and by the look of tranquility in his eyes told me that he really needed it! I went to bed soon after, spooned between Brue and Cockpit.
Saturday:
In the morning, Brue was extremely horny, fingering my ass and then fucking me, hitting my prostate in the best way he could! Holy shit! I howled, and moaned it felt so incredibly amazing! I was ordered to jerk off and it was then that I blew a massive load on myself! It was so good that I started fading in and out of reality until a warm washcloth hit my chest so I could clean up. It's rare that I get fucked, and even rarer when they hit the right spot. Woof! Thank you, Brue!
We ate breakfast, set up the playspace at Mr. S, lunch at Mel's Drive In, a little shopping, Cockpit came up with the phrase "a yule of Santas" to describe the groups of Santa costumers that were everywhere for the annual Santa Con in the city. Back to the room and rested, a little pool time, back upstairs and drew a bath before getting ready for my little dinner date with the incredibly sexy Shawn. He took me to Basil, where he recommended the Skirt Steak in Peanut Sauce. We had wonderful geek conversation that spanned Lego to starships, to his witty sarcasm that included gay men as "pink blooded Americans." He then showed me the Lone Star bar, where he bought me an Adios Motherfucker, he was actually shy about asking the bartender that which was really cute! The bar was interesting, the floor was actually paved with pennies. We moved out to the patio for an unofficial BLUF night. We were soon joined by friends of his, and we had a great night of conversation over drinks. My card holder actually ran dry of blog cards!
On the way back, he suggested to me that I see The View at the top of my hotel. I told him that I really wanted to play with him, which was actually something a bit difficult as he's the type of guy that gets me all shy and awkward and makes my confidence evaporate with just a smile. I told him I wanted to be respectful of his relationship and everything. He said that it may be possible. You can't imagine how high my heart leaped. I was so grateful for his hospitality that evening, and I happily bedded down with Wolf, Brue, and Cockpit.
Sunday:
This morning Wolf and Brue played with me, Wolf sucked me off for a while before Brue moved in and fucked me until I couldn't take it any more, he then rode my dick. Finished up and went to breakfast, then set up for puppy park, and I learned I can't wrap presents to save my life. I donned the Santa Goofy suit and greeted people as they arrived, at one point I started heading down the hallway towards the stairs when Cockpit ran out of the playspace and called out "Hey fat man, you forgot your belt!" I turned around realizing I had forgotten the felt strap as part of the costume, unfortunately a large guest of ours also turned around and Cockpit looked as if he just wanted to die right then and there. Silly puppy.
Once the suit got too hot, I changed into the sexy elf costume, my red jockstrap, new red socks and red hat from Cockpit, and new red bootlaces from Brue. I mixed, mingled, handed out blog cards, met a slew of sexy boys including a newbie from South Carolina as well as the sexy Scruffy! A big bear of a pup who loves hugging! Woof! I love hugging Scruffy! Soon our sexy Santa arrived and he was just a mountain of hot! Tall, hairy, beefy, a gentle giant and I relished every second I had helping him out! We waited behind a curtain for our cue, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. His muscled arms, legs, his beard, his pecs, a handsome face, and such a gentle soul. I wanted to throw myself under his boots so badly.
I held the basket of squeaky toys he tossed into the crowd of romping pups and set up "take your picture with Santa!". Man is he sweet! I got to sit on his knee, and he even flirted with me a little bit by grabbing my ass! Ohh, Santa! I've been such a good boy! Let me be your Christmas present! When he took his leave with his partner (lucky bastard), I puppy piled with a bunch of snugglers including Anubis and Randy, then talked to titleholder Jay Williamson who had a puppy in Long Beach, who knows how to flag wave (it's like florentine flogging but with large weighted flags, it looks really fucking cool!). I headed down to Mr. S and said a quick hello to the naughty Spencer, dropped off my blog cards in their media rack, and went back upstairs to help tear down the puppy park.
We headed back to the hotel and exchanged gifts, I gave Cockpit his gift and a silly card of a farting pug, and he gave me a cute little white dog plushie, a fox tree ornament, and a very sweet card. I love his gifts. He knows I love foxes. We went out to dinner, then walked around the city a while before heading upstairs and prepping for bed. My mind wandered and I thought about a nice romantic Christmas for when I find a man and fall in love with him. I'm a big romantic, so of course I'd love a nice private Christmas with him up in the mountains, setting up the tree, hot apple cider with dinner, hot cocoa by the fire, making tender love to the crackle of flames, waking up in a big bed and chasing him to the tree to open presents. I fell asleep thinking of that magical private Christmas and that man who would keep me close to his heart, preferably with rope and chains!
Monday:
I woke up to someone getting in bed with me, I wrapped my arms around him and felt a lot more hair than usual. I mumbled, "You're not Cockpit..." and slowly realized it was Brue, who then disappeared under the covers and blew me and jerked me off. It took so long, but I finally managed to blow my load, a nice warm tingly burst that flew down his throat. We had lunch and then Cockpit and I headed out to catch our flight home.
Another wonderful Christmas in San Francisco!
Play Safe!
I spent some time cuddled close to him, embracing him, and then started stroking his already hard manhood while whispering a sexy tale into his ears. A story where he would get abducted by a cowboy, and he wakes up on a wooden table, stark naked and attached to a milking machine, where he then becomes the cowboy's cum cow. After finishing, I looked into his eyes and in a stern voice I ordered "Cum!" His eyes shut tight and he shot his load on the spot! He pumped three times, drenching my hand in his seed. I was amazed, I actually made someone cum on demand, but I wasn't finished. This pup wanted to be milked so badly and I always deliver on my promises.
I kept stroking him, he started laughing he was so sensitive, and I kept stroking. I started another story, a tale from my own fantasies, a tale of a man who was pushed into the quicksand and left to sink under the muck. After I finished I ordered him to cum again and with a little teasing of the head of his cock, he came again! Woof! I slowed down and stopped teasing and stroking, I cleaned him up and held him in his afterglow. After I while I released him, helped him pack up, and saw him off with a nice kiss. He was fun!
Around 1:00am Brue and Cockpit came back to the room, Cockpit showed me his new gear, and soon I found myself between the two of them completely naked. Brue mashed his face in my ass and rimmed me so deep my eyes crossed while Cockpit swallowed my dick like the incredible cocksucker he is! Eventually I was on the bed, 69-ing Cockpit while Brue continued to love deep in my ass.
Cockpit jerked off and blew his load all over his chest, and by the look of tranquility in his eyes told me that he really needed it! I went to bed soon after, spooned between Brue and Cockpit.
Saturday:
In the morning, Brue was extremely horny, fingering my ass and then fucking me, hitting my prostate in the best way he could! Holy shit! I howled, and moaned it felt so incredibly amazing! I was ordered to jerk off and it was then that I blew a massive load on myself! It was so good that I started fading in and out of reality until a warm washcloth hit my chest so I could clean up. It's rare that I get fucked, and even rarer when they hit the right spot. Woof! Thank you, Brue!
We ate breakfast, set up the playspace at Mr. S, lunch at Mel's Drive In, a little shopping, Cockpit came up with the phrase "a yule of Santas" to describe the groups of Santa costumers that were everywhere for the annual Santa Con in the city. Back to the room and rested, a little pool time, back upstairs and drew a bath before getting ready for my little dinner date with the incredibly sexy Shawn. He took me to Basil, where he recommended the Skirt Steak in Peanut Sauce. We had wonderful geek conversation that spanned Lego to starships, to his witty sarcasm that included gay men as "pink blooded Americans." He then showed me the Lone Star bar, where he bought me an Adios Motherfucker, he was actually shy about asking the bartender that which was really cute! The bar was interesting, the floor was actually paved with pennies. We moved out to the patio for an unofficial BLUF night. We were soon joined by friends of his, and we had a great night of conversation over drinks. My card holder actually ran dry of blog cards!
On the way back, he suggested to me that I see The View at the top of my hotel. I told him that I really wanted to play with him, which was actually something a bit difficult as he's the type of guy that gets me all shy and awkward and makes my confidence evaporate with just a smile. I told him I wanted to be respectful of his relationship and everything. He said that it may be possible. You can't imagine how high my heart leaped. I was so grateful for his hospitality that evening, and I happily bedded down with Wolf, Brue, and Cockpit.
Sunday:
This morning Wolf and Brue played with me, Wolf sucked me off for a while before Brue moved in and fucked me until I couldn't take it any more, he then rode my dick. Finished up and went to breakfast, then set up for puppy park, and I learned I can't wrap presents to save my life. I donned the Santa Goofy suit and greeted people as they arrived, at one point I started heading down the hallway towards the stairs when Cockpit ran out of the playspace and called out "Hey fat man, you forgot your belt!" I turned around realizing I had forgotten the felt strap as part of the costume, unfortunately a large guest of ours also turned around and Cockpit looked as if he just wanted to die right then and there. Silly puppy.
Once the suit got too hot, I changed into the sexy elf costume, my red jockstrap, new red socks and red hat from Cockpit, and new red bootlaces from Brue. I mixed, mingled, handed out blog cards, met a slew of sexy boys including a newbie from South Carolina as well as the sexy Scruffy! A big bear of a pup who loves hugging! Woof! I love hugging Scruffy! Soon our sexy Santa arrived and he was just a mountain of hot! Tall, hairy, beefy, a gentle giant and I relished every second I had helping him out! We waited behind a curtain for our cue, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. His muscled arms, legs, his beard, his pecs, a handsome face, and such a gentle soul. I wanted to throw myself under his boots so badly.
I held the basket of squeaky toys he tossed into the crowd of romping pups and set up "take your picture with Santa!". Man is he sweet! I got to sit on his knee, and he even flirted with me a little bit by grabbing my ass! Ohh, Santa! I've been such a good boy! Let me be your Christmas present! When he took his leave with his partner (lucky bastard), I puppy piled with a bunch of snugglers including Anubis and Randy, then talked to titleholder Jay Williamson who had a puppy in Long Beach, who knows how to flag wave (it's like florentine flogging but with large weighted flags, it looks really fucking cool!). I headed down to Mr. S and said a quick hello to the naughty Spencer, dropped off my blog cards in their media rack, and went back upstairs to help tear down the puppy park.
We headed back to the hotel and exchanged gifts, I gave Cockpit his gift and a silly card of a farting pug, and he gave me a cute little white dog plushie, a fox tree ornament, and a very sweet card. I love his gifts. He knows I love foxes. We went out to dinner, then walked around the city a while before heading upstairs and prepping for bed. My mind wandered and I thought about a nice romantic Christmas for when I find a man and fall in love with him. I'm a big romantic, so of course I'd love a nice private Christmas with him up in the mountains, setting up the tree, hot apple cider with dinner, hot cocoa by the fire, making tender love to the crackle of flames, waking up in a big bed and chasing him to the tree to open presents. I fell asleep thinking of that magical private Christmas and that man who would keep me close to his heart, preferably with rope and chains!
Monday:
I woke up to someone getting in bed with me, I wrapped my arms around him and felt a lot more hair than usual. I mumbled, "You're not Cockpit..." and slowly realized it was Brue, who then disappeared under the covers and blew me and jerked me off. It took so long, but I finally managed to blow my load, a nice warm tingly burst that flew down his throat. We had lunch and then Cockpit and I headed out to catch our flight home.
Another wonderful Christmas in San Francisco!
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