Pickles Takes Brooklyn by Storm - make that a BLIZZARD!

I've really been preoccupied with so many things, missing this blog and eventually creating two Pickles' holiday sing-a-long videos.
I'm not particularly pleased with the quality of the finished product, but they are fun and were miraculously completed and posted on YouTube before Christmas (even though few Facebook friends even looked at them)! But about 150 did, so thank you to them!
Here's the result:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORdl2jHPgwg



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7BALCng4ck


Watch for Pickles' safe sex sing-a-long in the New Year!

Tossing Salad - A Veggie Tail

According to sexual slang, "salad tossing" = anilingus = eating ass.




If I haven't made it painfully clear by now -- I love tossing me some salad;
I love doing it (as long as the salad has been freshly washed).
And I love having it done to me.
(Just don't pull it so wide open that you'll rip my soft tissue, asshole. There's enough there for everyone. Trust.)


This posting is NOT about that.
Sorry.

It is about sex play with ACTUAL vegetables.

What is it about vegetables that propels one to bring them to a sex party?
And more specifically, MY party?


Here are some photos I recently took of vegetables left at the space by patrons!

They were probably left by the same person, since this hasn't happened in years, and certainly not two in the same night.

They were found on opposite ends of the place space, next to or under beds.

Yes, people leave behind fanny packs with a supply of condoms and lube. They leave behind flip flops and bottles of poppers. They leave half-used packs of cigarettes, bottles of wine and beer. And of course dozens or pairs of underwear...

But vegetables?
Covered in a condom?!!

It you think about it, it kinda makes sense: in these economically depressed times to spend 69 cents on a cucumber instead of $64 on a Jeff Stryker Realistic Penis. It makes cents. Even DOLLARS!


VERSUS...




What if you splurged on Stryker realness, but just don't feel up to his challenge?

What if all you need is a small-ish red potato...



There's such a variety of sizes and shapes at your local grocer or Farmer's Market to accommodate whatever mood you're in. And all at very affordable prices! Most are already smooth and with the addition of a condom and some lube make the perfect partner for pleasure.
And if you're at a party and have a group of people to watch or assist, all the better!


Afterward, the condom can be removed, the vegetable can be washed (optional) and sliced, heated and served for dinner!

Seriously, why put a good zucchini to waste when it'd go perfect with Sunday's turkey roast with the family?

So avoid the sex toy money pit: I ask you to consider sex with Mother Nature and buy according to your mood and budget: string bean or butternut squash? Organic or genetically modified for robust pleasure?

And have a great Thanksgiving!

Damage in Brooklyn

I'm sure you heard about it in the news.
It happened unexpectedly, like never before.
Is was a big one unlike any other.
To experience it firsthand rattled my nerves.
And it came in and tore Brooklyn apart.
It destroyed whatever it touched.
It wreaked havoc with the locals.

But to be honest.
In some TWISTed way, it was awesome to experience;
it's power was amazing.
And all who saw it could only stand back in amazement.
And watch as mother nature took her course.

What am I talking about?

The tornado in Brooklyn?

No, I'm referring to the GIANT dick of a young African-American gentleman who proudly displayed his manhood at a recent mixed-ethnicity party, "shock and awe"-ing the patrons and tearing up anything in its path!
Even the promoter who's seen it all (and is also African-American) was impressed.

(Actual photos from the party. AND THIS IS SOFT! Read on...)

The possessor of the genetic mutation (who was also a volunteer at the party) said he didn't want to take off his underwear unless he was hard. I'm not sure why, since when it was soft, this freak-of-nature was clearly of giant proportions. He was a grower AND a show-er.

The sexy young man whose penis I'm referring to was more than happy to show it off as I sat in the clothes changing area and motioned him over to chat and discuss the "elephant in the room!"
He had been flirting with me earlier, perhaps because I was in charge. Or maybe because he found me attractive.
He seemed disappointed that we didn't get the chance to play.

But seriously? After seeing it fully erect?
IMPOSSIBLE!
I wouldn't know what to do with it except take a picture, so I asked if I could and he was more than willing to have it documented. (A porn star in the making!)

So I ran upstairs to get my camera.

But by the time I returned, he had already lost his erection.
:-(
Having just cum, he said it would be a while before it got hard again.
I guess with that many veins to fill, it takes more than normal blood flow to get it back to full tumescence.

But I took these photos of it soft, anyway!
Yowza.





OH -- and there WAS a tornado in Brooklyn!

When I looked out the window and saw debris flying horizontally, I knew this was more than a bad storm and took my laptop, external drive and some important memory sticks (with photos stored on them) down to the safety of the basement party space.

In a situation like that, doesn't an empty sex dungeon suddenly sound calming and safe?

When the storm was over (and it blew through quickly), word spread of the destruction in our neighborhood, so I got my bike and camera and rode around Park Slope and Prospect Park and snapped these photos:

I also emailed the best ones to the local NBC affiliate and had them posted on the website.

And even more impressive: had my name mentioned on the 11:00pm news broadcast along with one of them!

P.S.: Watch for an upcoming video by Pickles and CoatCheckKelly that will involve the Brooklyn Tornado!


I was going to end this posting at this point, but I know you want more and the tornado is yesterday's news, so...

Here are some photos of a patron attending one of the kink events at the party space.
He was going to do a public demonstration, filling his testicle sac with saline solution via an i.v. bag, but instead he decided to arrive "done." (actual photos to follow!)

He said it took about three hours to fill up and and would take about a day and a half for his body to absorb the fluid and the swelling to go down.

It wasn't a sexual turn on for him. But seeing his jock strap filled to capacity was certainly a turn on for other guys at the party. Well, some of the guys. I think there was "shock and awe" again at the party space. Or maybe just "what the fuck is THAT?"
Elephantitis of the balls? Is he diseased?

But I think most guys got it. I also took photos in a public spot by the DJ and had him announce I would be taking pictures, so people in the area knew something special was happening.

And for those guys that WERE turned on by the giant testicle sacs, what would they do?
Lick it.


Mr. Big Balls said he mostly just felt a lot of pressure. Pushing the body to the extreme was the rush, not an orgasm. So he may not have cum himself, but he certainly could've fulfilled someone else's orgasmic fantasy.

Unfortunately not mine.
I was curious, but the pictures aren't bringing up any erotic memories (although apart from the gigantic ball sac, the guy was hot)!


But another picture does bring back erotic memories, so let's leave on this note: a sexy guy who didn't want to leave the party and also wanted to have his picture taken. He had an AMAZING bubble ass, so I gladly indulged him and I have the proof:

Just posing him to take the photo was giving me an erection, so after a couple shots I led him to the sling in the backroom and fucked him until I had had enough.

What a nice way to end the evening!

Boys and Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!

Back into the swing of things at the parties, I made the genius move of introducing two stalwart players: Herb (from my trip to Spain -- he's also back in town!) and "LatinMuscles." I call them players NOT because they play people, but because they like TO play with people.
They're instigators.
They can get a party started (and usually do) because they're into the sex and not always looking to hook up with the hottest guy. Very egalitarian! (And it helps that they're young and attractive.)

They also have the ability (and motivation!) to suck multiple dicks at once, sometimes even whilst getting fucked (or in Herb's case, fisted!) And LatinMuscles is also a fisting top, which makes a perfect fit (literally!) to Herb's fisting bottom. I knew if I introduced them, the combination would be combustible. And it was!

They had been introduced once before in my apartment via Skype while Herb was in Europe (and LatinMuscles was here), so they knew of each other. And both knew that I was trying to play matchmaker -- not necessarily as boyfriends, but as play partners.

And so they hooked up at my party!
Both are very affectionate and touchy-feely, so it felt very nice to see them together.
Let's get specific.

Two things:

1) When I discovered him in the back room, Herb was laying down on a red vinyl padded suspension table/bench (about 2 1/2 feet x 7 feet). It's suspended by heavy chains attached to the ceiling beams -- a pretty high profile spot to select since it gets access from all sides (Herb would like that!) and is not against a wall, although it's a few feet in front of a jail cell.

Herb had his legs propped up against the chains at one end of the apparatus (or maybe not -- he's good at keeping them mid-air on his own.)
He was in the position to take LatinMuscles' fist.
But it wasn't just LatinMuscles standing at the entrance to Herb's ass, there was another hot Latin man also there to lend a hand.

And not just any hot Latin Man. This guy has a thuggish tattooed down-low straightness about him that is undeniable. Kind of lazy/stoner looking, but utterly sexy and incredibly sweet if you ever talk to him (as I have). And of course a dick of death. He's probably the most sought-after guy there whenever he shows up, which is maybe 5 times in the last three years.

It was clear that LatinMuscles and Sweet&DownLow had already made a connection to each other (no surprise there) and were about to bring their mutual affection to Herb's ass.

What they were doing (which I have never seen and looked incredibly romantic and simultaneously obscene): they were placing their palms together: Sweet&DownLow's left palm to LatinMuscle's right palm and were double fisting Herb!
It didn't seem like they were going in all the way, but they were going in far enough and the image was splendid (or should I say Splenda!) Like a marriage ceremony where each of the couple holds a candle with one hand, illuminating a third candle, which in this case was Herb's hole. Two become one. Or rather, three become two.
Or maybe it was more like a Saturday morning cartoon: Wonder Twin Powers - activate! Form of... a traffic cone.
With Herb as the unwitting victim.

That's not true; Herb was certainly no victim -- he knew what he was getting into.
Or rather, what was getting into him.
But actually NO!
When I mentioned the double-dipping later, he said he had no idea what they were doing, let alone palm-to-palm! All he knew was that his ass was getting worked over.

Okay, so palm-to-palm; how romantic and loving!
What's the other loving thing I saw happen between LatinMuscles and Herb that night?

2) Sleeping in my bed, spooning each other!

(The above image is only to illustrate the story and is neither Herb nor LatinMuscles!)

After all the intense sex Herb and LatinMuscles had (and there seemed to be a lot of it!) -- it had to come to an end.

Even while the party was still going on downstairs (plus the requisite clean up) Herb and LatinMuscles were crashed out in unconscious bliss.
It was really quite sweet; they earned the privilege of sleeping in my bed and get some rest -- after getting things started at my party!
(I slept on the couch.)

But when they woke up Sunday afternoon (not morning), they were back at, only one-on-one this time. (I peeked in when I began to hear the noises.) LatinMuscles was giving to Herb as only he can. Some things never change!
Sometimes He's just Gotta Have It!


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I got a call from the host of the trannie (or is it spelled tranny?) party that her young, beautiful (and highly efficient) drag friend who does coat check was not available to work that weekend. And, did I know of anybody who could do it?
And, I only had a day to find someone, preferably someone who does drag -- or was willing to try doing drag!

All the people who might be able to do it who are known for doing drag were either busy, out of town or never got back to me.

And then there's CoatCheckKelly, the always-dependable person who works at three other events.
Yes, he was available!
But would he do it i drag?

In a word, "YES!"

The thing is, by the time he did show up at the party, we had limited time to do his makeup and transform him into the feminine beauty that lies just beneath the surface (ok, maybe the feminine part is WAY below the surface). CoatCheckKelly has big bushy eyebrows to rival those of local tv personality George Whipple!

The best way to conceal those (without shaving them off) is to cover them with wax or a glue stick -- and then apply a base coverage and powder. I had the base and the powder, but I couldn't find the glue stick -- I knew it was somewhere, but I couldn't find it in the short time we had to put a look together.

CoatCheckKelly also had no women's shoes. (I needed mine!) So he had to wear sneakers.
And the wig he chose was dark and straight, giving him the appearance of a male hippy.

The dress?
It exposed most of his (generous and dark) chest hair.

But he put his best (sneakered) foot forward and made his way downstairs to the party.
Stationed at entrance to the clothes check room, I suggested we put in a darker light bulb so as not to illuminate him/her too much . The dimmer the better.
I don't mean to be disrespectful, but my makeover sucked; I didn't have the proper tools and CoatCheckKelly just looked too much like a dude with stereotypically heterosexual mannerisms.

As the night wore on and the makeup wore OFF (with the help of a sandwich his lipstick was gone) CoatCheckKelly had transformed into something more akin to a frat boy doing half-assed drag at a Halloween party.


Dare I say, with all the "girls" making an honest effort to look feminine, it almost seemed as though the person at coatcheck was mocking the "girls" at the party.
I know that wasn't his intent (nor mine as the one who helped put the look together).

Alas, I've come to realize, putting something together properly takes time.
And if you're gonna do drag -- or rather, do it well -- ya gotta be prepared and have the time to do it right. (And perhaps some experience would help -- as would a YouTube tutorial on makeup -- and they are plentiful!)

Things probably would've been better if CoatCheckKelly had just done it as a boy.
Lesson learned.

FYI: CoatCheckKelly redeemed himself/herself a week later when s/he dressed as a Catholic School Girl for the LGBT "Back-to-Catholic-School" Party. Many people did not recognize him/her after the transformation!
Now that's redemption!
The Britney dress certainly helped. (See photo below.)

In spite of the makeover debacle at the tranny/trannie party, "Pickles" (my drag character at the LGBT party) ended up having a lot of fun that night!

At the trannie party Pickles goes by the names "Michelle" and "Trixie!"
Michelle is the conservative blond and Trixie is the whorish brunette who comes out later in the party! It helps to have all my costumes upstairs!

The two highlights there were:

1) A chubby 55 year old man with coke-bottle glasses wanting to put on lipstick so he could suck my dick ("Michelle" allowed him and he left the scene with his face covered in red) and



2) Trixie coming out and flogging a guy with a hot ass. It took a while to get him there, but he ended up on all fours like an obedient dog, sucking her cock.
But that wasn't all.
The hostess of the party came up and took her turn flogging the man like a maniac -- at twice the speed!
Impressive.


Some girls really know how to be dominant!

And I'm NOT referring to Pickles' appearance at the LGBT "Back-to-Catholic-School" party as Mother Superior, aka Sister Mary Pickles:


Because goodness knows, Pickles (the hostess of the LGBT parties) certainly knows how to rule!

And that (Pickles as RULER)...
...will be the subject of an upcoming truly-life-altering story.

Nice to Feet You!

As much fun as Spain was/is, it's always nice to return home.

Only on this return home, news from the sex party world of NYC was not encouraging.

A party space in Manhattan was closed down and another venue allegedly had someone die from a heart attack! Yikes.

This makes me more-than-ever appreciate the affirmation circles we do before each event -- putting out positive vibes that everyone be safe and have a good time.
So far things have been ok for us -- we're very fortunate. However we do our best to enforce our strict standards of behavior, in part with the requirements of no-barebacking and not doing drugs.

But who knows what's going on inside someone's mind or body when they walk through those doors. Hopefully a keen observer will notice if someone is acting strangely. And there are enough regular patrons to help us monitor the space for any unusual or inappropriate behavior.


There was only one sexual standout from the first party back from Spain.
He was/is a beautiful Mediterranean/Middle Eastern guy that I've seen before with perfect proportions, dark hair and a slightly furry body -- a gorgeous ass and a gentle stunning face with eyelashes for days. He used to always attend with his older white boyfriend, but lately they seem to play separately.
Good!
More for me.


I was hesitant to play with him, since we know each other and talk -- I do that with so many people that I can't remember if they're open to playing with me or not.
We were sitting next to each other on a low bench in the furthest back room when I asked if I could suck his dick. (I had seen other guys doing it, so it seemed something he'd be into.)

He agreed!

Yes!

And honestly, who doesn't like a good blow job?
I'm not sure if I'm good at it, but Michael Musto wrote about me in his Village Voice column when I told him about a Female-to-Male transman I gave a blow job to at the LGBT party (sucking a flaccid silicone penis that never got erect!) -- a party Michael didn't even attend! Still, he wrote in his column, "That wasn't a trannie cock you were sucking -- that was the best blow job I ever got!"
So if the Village Voice says I'm a good cock sucker, I guess I am!
In theory.

But back to my Middle Eastern man with the long eyelashes "Abraham."
As I was sucking his dick, he was bending over and slowly reaching his hand down my leg -- gingerly working his way toward the sandal I was wearing. What was going on? Did he like feeling my body (clearly!) or was he trying to touch my feet?

It was awkward to have him lean so far to apparently touch my foot, so I took a break from sucking his cock and sat back up -- crossing my legs, man style -- so my left foot was on top of my right knee, practically in front of his face (we were on a low cushioned bench about 18 inches off the ground).

"Do you like feet?" I asked the obvious.
"Yes!" Abraham admitted, smiling as he (already) started massaging my toes.
The foot play was clumsy with the sandal on, so I took it off, allowing Abraham full access so he could really get into it!
Within seconds, his penis had completely stiffened, something I was unable to achieve by blowing him.

This guy clearly likes feet. And with a men's size 13, I suddenly felt well-endowed, arching and flexing my foot, curling my toes and trying to create an interactive experience that would prove more interesting than a foot just being there!

He loved it! He was hooked! I had him!
It was not so much like the line from the Rene Zellweger/Tom Cruise movie Jerry McGuire "You had me at HELLO," it was more like, "You had me with your foot" with the star from Slumdog Millionaire, Dev Patel.
Seriously. I had him!


As Abraham rubbed and played with it, he'd have to stop himself and take a deep breath.
"Is everything ok?" I asked.
"Yeah, I just don't want to cum yet."
I loved it: feeling my foot was bringing him to the edge!

So I encouraged him to indulge and was happy to have a very sexy guy beholden and obsessed with me for a change! It rarely happens, so when it does, it's golden! (Especially now that my "Open Letter to a Fuck Buddy" seems to have ended that mutually hot affair!)

So go for it, Abraham! And he did.
Bringing himself to the edge several times!
I suggested he have his orgasm there with me (why not?) but he had pledged his load to someone he was fucking earlier (I was there watching that scene, wishing it was me who was getting fucked -- maybe next time -- I asked and he's open to it!)

Interestingly, when I was watching him fuck someone in a small room (with a removed door and hanging ball chains at the entrance) a very large man bull-dozed his way past me, crushing me into the door frame so he could get access to Abraham.
Clearly the big man was not invited and was not respecting the scene.
I was offended and walked away.
And when I mentioned it to Abraham later, he said he kept pushing the Bulldozer's hand away, but he wouldn't listen and kept touching them.

UNACCEPTABLE!

This is the kind of behavior that infuriates me and keeps the younger sexier guys from coming back -- when creepy men start grabbing and don't listen to the word, "NO!"
So I searched the space to find the Large Bull Dozer and told him his behavior was unacceptable, that there had been complaints and if he kept it up, he'd have to leave.

He heard me, but he didn't say anything.
He knew what I was talking about, even though he may have not spoken or understood English.
Shortly after my confrontation with him, he was in the clothes check area getting dressed and as he put on his clothes, it became apparent that the Large Bull Dozer with the giant droopy briefs was Hasidic.
Priceless.

Abraham was getting tired and wanted to leave, but being the gentleman that he was, sought out the man to which he promised his cum.
Why not me? Not that I "wanted his load" but I wanted to be there when it happened.
Or at least my FOOT should be there!


Now its not like I love having my feet worshiped, but watching someone fetishize a part of me and get so involved is a turn on.

There use to be another guy that would give me a blow job at the original piss party and he was so into sucking my dick. He'd go crazy on it, then sit back for a moment and just look at it and shake his head about how amazing it was and then go back down on it. I don't even remember if he was that good of a cock sucker (he probably was!) but to watch someone be so passionate and consumed is a turn on.

And so it was with Abraham.
Watching him get so turned on by my foot was turning me on! I was glad to have that effect on him. And I guess I have a nice foot! I should ask next time (and there will be a next time and he will fuck me!) if he's into all feet or are there certain standards he has. Some guys might like a soft slender foot, while others might like one more callused, rugged and hairy!


Back in the party space, Abraham had gone missing!
Where was he?
I'm sure he was with the guy he would end his night with.
And I had to be there.
So I searched them out and found them in a booth in the maze, Abraham being worshiped by the bottom he fucked earlier (with no help from the Hassidic Bull Dozer).

I went into an adjacent booth that had two 3 inch holes drilled through the plywood allowing access to his area: one hole was up high to peek through and a lower glory hole to stick your cock through (or peek at groin level for a better view of the sex, which I did!)

When I peeked through the top hole, Abraham saw me, recognized me and and gave a confirming smile as if he was glad I was there. He now knew I wanted to be part of his final action.

But what could I do?

Watching was not enough.
And if I stuck my dick through the hole, it would've been off to the side away from the action -- which was Abraham getting his dick sucked.
Maybe he could masturbate me, but this wasn't about my orgasm, this was my contribution to his! And masturbating me wasn't going to cut it.

And truth be told, the guy doing the sucking was into Abraham (and his load) not me, so I needed to be discreet and not interfere with what was already happening.

If I really wanted to help him achieve his best orgasm, it was clear that Abraham needed to be interacting with my foot.

So I did the unusual and the absurd -- something I've never done before nor seen and probably never will again: I put my foot through the lower glory hole for Abraham to caress and fondle and obsess over. And boy did he!


The thing is, my foot was so big, I could barely get past the knuckles (are they called knuckles if they're on your foot?)
So the only thing there to play with were my toes and about an extra inch of my foot!
But as soon as the foot was there, Abraham was on it, touching it and clearly getting himself even closer to orgasm as the guy sucked his dick.

Occasionally he'd move his hand away to do something else, but he kept coming back to the foot!


The whole time this transpired I was watching him through the upper peep hole, getting off on his getting off -- on my foot. It was hot and sexy. And every time his hand came back to my toes, I knew I was making the bigger contribution to his eventual orgasm!

And he did.
I can't remember if he was actually touching my foot when he came, but it was close!
And I believe the guy was there on his knees to receive the load.

Once he came I walked away quickly, allowing him to say goodbye to the guy he was with. Besides, I was trying not to be smothering and insistent on hooking up at a future time.
I hate to overstay my welcome!
It's best to keep them wanting more!

But as he checked his clothes and was heading out the door, I said "You really like feet, don't you?"
Abraham, with his long beautiful lashes, just smiled and said, "Yeah!"

Next time I see him there, I'll make sure I'm wearing sandals.

Trip to Spain - Part 2

Wednesday night Pickles (my drag persona from the LGBT parties) made it out on the streets of Sitges, but she didn't seem to be getting much sexual attention, except from one especially sexy Scottish boy, who seemed happier with the safety of touching a "girl" as long as there would be no follow through.

Pickles is used to having men fawn over her (at the trannie party) so rather than suffer the humiliation of no authentic sexual attention, she used her grandeur to determine what THE hot party was to go to that night. She found out it was a Foam party called "Shampoo" at a disco called "Trailer."

Wanting to be a little alternative, but realizing the Pickles persona was not the way about it, I decided to wear the high heeled black patent leather platform boots that have become my staple. Along with them were a pair of interestingly designed 2-X-ist underwear (black fitted boxers with red and white trim) that looked more like a swimsuit -- and a black sleeveless t-shirt that I got as gift from the Open Mind in Barcelona. (The back of it says: "Good Boys Go to Heaven, Bad Boys Go to Open Mind, Barcelona." )

Herb had his own fashionable look, prompting some good looking young European kids to ask if they could take a picture of us with them. What? A photo with US?!!!

"The boots?" I asked, thinking maybe they wanted a picture of just the boots!
I couldn't imagine that anyone would want to take a picture of a 47 year old man dressed WAY to young for his age, but alas, something was working. I thought maybe they were making fun of us, but no, they just liked our outfits and thought we looked like fun (and I wasn't even dressed in drag -- except for the boots). Hm.


Back to being a guy, Herb and I attended something that I had never experienced before: a dance floor filled with foam.
"Shampoo" was an underwear party charging 20 Euros for entry -- pretty steep, but it allowed for one free drink and ended up being well worth the investment!
After entering and touring the facility Herb was anxious to get into the suds, wary of a previous foam party he'd been to that caused rashes on the testicles of him and all his friends.
And rather than wait in the long clothes check line, Herb simply stripped naked and rolled up his clothes (including my t-shirt) into a ball and stuffed them behind a speaker.


I walked around absorbing the all-male European clientele that inhabited the disco, many of them covered head to toe in suds even when they left the dance floor.
Crazy!
It didn't take long before I lost view of Herb and felt the need to reconnect, so I braved the foam and walked in! I was already wearing my underwear as outerwear, so there was no need to strip as I entered the sudsy bathtub -- a bathtub with no water below the suds. The suds were also very soapy and slimy, creating a great slippery sensation on the skin, especially when bodies and body parts started rubbing against one another!

The floor was filled up with about three to four feet of suds in all directions. And whenever the level got too low, the giant machine would start blowing foam in whatever direction it was pointed, burying people from head to toe! But there was no threat of drowning, all you had to do was wipe off the suds as best you could or move to another area with less foam.

Eventually I found Herb in a corner on his knees sucking someone's dick, his head at foam level, almost sinking below. It couldn't have been easy. But there he was doing it, once again, completely naked on the dance floor. It wasn't long before I took off my own 2-X-ist underwear and wrapped them around my ankle.

I was still wearing the high heeled platform boots, which put me at 6' 6" tall, towering above most people. It gave me a great view, but may have led some guys to think I had a dick bigger than it actually is. But I was already naked, so the goods were in the window -- and elevated because of my height. Plus I almost always had an erection, so that drew a lot of attention!

Speaking of nudity, there were only about five naked guys total I saw throughout the night (including myself and Herb). Most people simply pulled down their underwear to play.
But let me make it clear: this was more than a dance party; it had turned into a full out orgy with sex going on everywhere there was foam -- which was everywhere!
Okay, so maybe the majority of the guys were dancing, but a third of the dance floor was incredibly erotic, unlike Herb's previous visit to another foam party, which according to him was tame by comparison.


There's a reason this particular event has such a popular reputation.
This was beyond sensual. This was full on sex! On the dance floor!
Several guys wanted me to fuck them, but without condoms (which were provided with the 20 Euro admission!) I had to decline. I should've brought lube!
And I wasn't going to trust getting soap inside my rectum or risk a tear as I fucked someone else.

For me the night was full of lots of making out with sexy guys, feeling asses and exchanging blowjobs. That was fine. And as much as I enjoy it, anal sex isn't a requirement for having a good time!


Herb, on the other hand (and I mean other hand, literally) was once again -- getting fisted! ON THE DANCE FLOOR! IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE, COVERED IN FOAM!

It felt like a classic Herb moment -- in a bizarre public situation with someone's fist up his ass, face displaying ecstatic discomfort (or suffering constipation -- you choose), growling like an animal.


I "finished" the night making out with a sexy tall Asian cutie (who did not fulfill stereotypes), kissing his delicious lips and feeling his incredibly smooth ass (the foam really makes everything slick, so things can slide in and out very easily.) As I fondled and fingered his ass and kissed him, another guy was on his knees, almost drowning in the foam, sucking my dick, sensing I was about to cum; it was clear he wanted to take it in his mouth.
So I let him.
There on the dance floor, naked in the middle of the foam, wearing my signature high heeled boots, making out with one guy as another took my load. Perfect.

I was ready to go.
And time was clearly running out and the party was thinning.

Herb, on the other hand, ran into the top who had been fisting him earlier and the guy was wanting to pick up where he left off -- only this time he wanted to include his friends!
He wanted them ALL to fist Herb -- and Herb seemed willing!


I was watching the whole thing unfold from a railing that overlooked the dance floor, elevated three feet above them and about 15 feet away. I didn't want Herb to notice I was watching, but I think he knew. I mean, there was hardly anyone left and he was now prominently displayed on a nearly empty dance floor, no longer hidden in a remote crowded corner and only a foot of foam left on the ground. There was no place to hide.

It was indeed ending time and the lights were starting to come on.
But that didn't stop Herb or any of the other people who wanted to fuck or suck -- and were more than happy to put on a show in broad daylight.
So THERE was Herb, semi-bent over and the only completely naked person remaining -- as three guys attempted to fist his ass!
It was clear that one was the instigator, directing the other two as they took their turns entering Herb as deeply as possible.

Again, Herb's expression was the familiar ecstatic/constipated deer in the headlights as the powerful disco lights bounced off the white foamy floor, making it especially bright. There were no bodies left to buffer the strong reflection off the foam -- it was like flying in a plane above the clouds on a sunny day (is this Heaven?), except with loud music, sticky testicles and a fisting scene happening against a near wall.


As heaven-like and spiritual as the illuminated moment seemed at 6:00 in the morning, Herb (for the first time) looked overwhelmed. And the new fisters didn't have the expertise (or motivation?) to go all in -- as the instigator was able to do.

So as the suds diminished to only inches in height and people slipped and fell on their way off the dance floor, Herb accepted it was the end, politely excused himself from the posse of fisting tops and walked away completely naked and raw, ready to depart the club.

He looked around and saw me standing at the railing and noticing me looking, let out an exhausted breath, his tongue out like a thirsty dog, entirely spent with nothing left to offer, his eyes half closed.

I walked down the three short steps to the dance floor to greet him, asking where his clothes (and my t-shirt) were. "They're behind the foam machine." (He had moved them from behind the speaker.)
So I went over to retrieve them as Herb stood naked like a figure in religious repose, brightly illuminated above the clouds, finally ready to call it a night.

All in all the foam party was for me, the sexual highlight of my trip to Spain.
It was a completely new experience with an unparalleled slimy sensuality! Sweat is one thing, but dancing in a bowl of sexual lubricant was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

And I was amazed at how young the guys were.
But I wasn't able to see their true age and beauty until the lights went up and everyone was well illuminated.
What was I doing there? Who cares.
I was there.
And I loved it.
A LOT!



What could possibly top that?
Anything?

Hm.
Perhaps it would be even better to experience an orgy in the complete opposite of a party that's artificially manufactured: something naked outdoors in nature?


So on our final day together, Herb and I began in nature and ended up at Sauna Sitges.

We spent most of our final day basking in the warm Catalonian sun along the water's rocky beach south of the city (15 minutes past L'Atlantida Disco) near a gay nudist area called Playa Del Muerto, which translates to "Dead Beach" or "Beach of Death." Eww!
Playa Del Muerto is the younger, more popular area, with a large patio that serves prepared food. But that shoreline is short and deep, so chances are you won't be laying at the water's edge.


Around a hill/cliff (if you walk along the railroad tracks -- and everyone does) and closer to town is another beach that's longer and narrower, with rocky crevices that allow for more cruising. The crowd is older, but it seems more naturist oriented and there were a lot of stones for me to stack whenever I got bored, which was often!
There's also a tunnel accessing the beach that goes under the railroad tracks and connects you to the adjacent cruising area!
So that's where we stayed.


During the day, our focus was on getting sun and jumping in the playfully violent waves of the warm Mediterranean Sea that was an almost unnatural turquoise blue-green color. Spectacular, especially when you're naked -- and we always were!

Have I officially labeled myself a 'nudist/naturist?'
I am.


It wasn't until the shoreline was shaded by the surrounding cliffs and hills at 7pm that we moved to the adjacent forested cruise area on the other side of the railroad tracks. People usually cruise the woods around siesta time (2-6pm), so by going later in the day, we were already minimizing our chances to hook up.

Nonetheless, Herb and I stripped off our sarongs (after crossing the railroad tracks) and walked around naked, searching for sex scenes in the woods.
Unfortunately there were only a couple spots were anything was happening.
And when a couple was approached, their activity would stop until they were alone again.
How boring is that?
I mean, I'm already naked and masturbating -- at least let me watch!
Does that make me a creepy letch?
So be it.

But even with the odds against us, Herb managed to get a four-way going!
One of the guys was actually young and cute (except for plucked arch eyebrows that looked more like they should belong to a 1930's era Hollywood starlet.) All I did was watch and and occasionally touch Miss Crawford's sexy ass as she sucked Herb's dick. But as it turned out, Miss Crawford was a top and not really endowed enough to create any interest in the other bottoms at this gathering. And the guy who was fucking Herb (old and skinny with a big dick) was attempting and failing with a condom.

In other words, the natural alternative to a Foam Party was not going to happen on this excursion, as much as I love to be naked in nature.

That said, it was nice to just walk around naked and be in nature, away from civilization (except for that train whistle every ten minutes, which can surprisingly harken back to earlier times!)
So maybe I didn't get the sex I was hoping for, but I got to be naked in nature.
And yay to that!


Being naked in nature is something some people have to do -- like LatinMuscles in Prospect Park on the Fourth of July.
And it's something I'll get to do in a big way when I go to the Nudist Gathering in the Poconos at the end of August. (See upcoming blog entry!)

The daytime now gone, I had one final evening in Sitges with my sex friend Herb.

En route to Sauna Sitges, we stopped by Man Bar (a bar that required we strip to our underwear on this particular night -- of course we got naked). It had a small backroom area that closed thirty minutes after we arrived -- and we had to pay 8 Euros to get in (which included two quickly consumed drinks.)


Yet somehow in that short amount of time -- as Herb and I sat down on a bench against the wall --two men took turns fucking him. I held his left leg in the air for a part of the time, since I was sitting to his left. But it became quite evident Herb needed no assistance to hold his legs in the air on his own. I guess he's had a lot of practice and has developed those muscles quite well.


Herb was beginning to lose his energy from all the activity (and a side trip back to Barcelona that yielded no sleep), but I had taken a nap before going out and was full of raging hormones and hadn't connected either in the forest by the railroad tracks or at Man Bar, so I insisted we continue on our journey to Sauna Sitges.


It looked impressive upon entering, but ended up not being as big as I thought. (Sounds like some penises I've encountered.)
In reality it took up only the front half the building (or maybe the building just wasn't that deep). And the majority of what took place was in the basement.

There were no room rentals which is typical for a Sauna in Spain. There are rooms to use, but they are used as they become available.

It was a nice place with a hot tub on the first floor and a steam room, sauna and public shower area in the basement. And all pretty clean. Plus a naughty area with booths, glory holes and erotic artwork covering the mostly black walls. And a couple big private rooms with slings that could fit about 10 people each.

As someone who runs a club, I can imagine it's a lot to maintain with so many water facilities. And when you enter you are given condoms and lube, a towel to wear, another to dry off and plastic sandals (I'm European size 45 -- quatro cinco!) I can imagine keeping all those supplies stocked, clean and ready for distribution can't be easy!
And similar to Open Mind, you're given a key that attaches to an elastic wrist band to access a small private locker.

There was also a bar for drinks on the first floor. I think half of the bar was for people who hadn't checked in or were guests in the Hotel above (Hostel Espalter).

So what happened at the Sauna?

Nothing really, which is why I'm writing all this other stuff.
Yes, Herb got fucked again and I certainly had offers as a top and a bottom. But condoms were rarely within reach and no one turned me on enough to be a top.

And the guys who wanted to top me or suck their dicks were aggressive in ways that turned me off; I don't like a guy grabbing my head and pulling it down to his dick. Some guys love being dominated like that. I DON'T. I can do it fine on my own without the encouragement of your palm on the back of my head, thank you very much.

Haven't I mentioned this before? It's like the Puppet Master deciding what pleases him and telling me what to do.
I prefer negotiation.
Or at least someone who's interests are more compatible with mine.
Yes, there were some very sexy men there with big cocks, but I have standards of behavior believe it or not!

There was one highlight of the evening for me, though, and that was giving a blow job to a kid in his early twenties, with big bushy black 1980's hair (aka "Emo Hair"), who was there with his boyfriend. They were never apart, but the young one kept looking at me and whenever we passed each other in the narrow hallways and I discretely touched his ass, he never pushed my hand away, even when I had the opportunity to let it linger there a little longer.

I must've been cruising him for at least an hour (Herb had already returned to the hotel) and I had given up on ever hooking up with him -- his boyfriend was too omnipresent. And his boyfriend (taller and older) showed no interest in me for a potential threeway.

But as I sat in the steam room, adjacent to two sexy guys in their early thirties making out (one blonde and white, the other one brunette with a brown complexion) -- the couple that included my 1980's Hair God, came in and worked their way toward the couple I was sitting near. First the older one approached the furthest dark skinned guy of the couple and then... (and here's the hottest part) the guy I had been cruising for so long, slipped in between me and the guy I was nearest -- the blond white guy.

In other words, the newly arriving couple (which included Hair God) were on opposite sides of the other couple, leaving me next to the one I wanted all along! And he was sitting close enough that his leg was actually touching mine! And he was hard! AND endowed nicely!
I was in Heaven!

After several minutes of watching him jerk off the Caucasian blond (also with a big dick), a new person approached and started masturbated him, signaling to me that he was open to other men -- not just the blond he sat down next to.
So when the new guy took a break, I made my intentions known and motioned if I could suck his dick.
He nodded in agreement.

YES!!!!! FINALLY! Woo hoo!
An hour of cruising paying off!

So I sucked his very nice dick and got it so hard it felt like he was going to cum in my mouth.
He didn't. (And I wouldn't want him to.)
The whole time I was so turned on, that after about ten minutes of sucking his dick and worshipping his youthful beauty, I stood up and shot my load for him to see.
Sweet glorious cum shot.
Yay sex! Yay to getting what you want!
(Although fucking would've been great, too!)

After shooting my load, the errant sixth person wanted to eat my ass (since I was standing up with my back turned to him as I came), so I indulged him briefly, mostly to put on a post-climax show for the object of affection, the '80's Hair God.

I indulged the ass licker only briefly (a rarity for me! -- but I was post-orgasm) and then walked out to take a shower and head back to my locker.

While getting dressed, the 80's Hair God's boyfriend arrived at the locker area. And then shortly after, the '80's H.G. himself!
Were they following me out?!!!
(Not a chance!)

Apparently they were in an argument and Hair God's boyfriend was accusing him of cumming without him: "I saw you cum." (Maybe he was supposed to save it for the boyfriend.)
He must've shot his load right after I brought him to the brink, and was having my ass eaten!
I can't help but feel I was responsible for his wrongful cum shot.
Yay!

Hair God was the first of the three of us out the door of the Sauna.
Should I follow him?
No!

I was the next to leave though, shortly after.
And when I walked down the two steps that lead up to the Sauna's blue painted entrance, I saw hair God standing in the middle of the street waiting for his boyfriend (not me, I'm sure!)
We hadn't even said a word to each other the whole night, just eye contact.

Standing there alone it was clear he was not in a happy mood.
Maybe he didn't even know I was the guy who sucked his dick. (He KNEW!)

He just looked at me without expression, being in the midst of a lover's quarrel.
(I'm sure they eventually had great make-up sex.)

So I continued on my merry way to my hotel just down the street, occasionally turning my head to see if he was looking.
He wasn't.

And as I opened the hotel door in the 6:30 morning sun, I looked down the street one last time to see if he was looking in my direction to see where I was staying.
Nothing.
He was still watching the door of the Sauna like an obedient dog, waiting for his master to return.


And so ended my sexual adventures in Catalonia.
I'm glad Herb was there to share in the Bacchanalian feast!

Overall I have to say I love love love Sitges (I was there last summer) and could imagine living there, running a Naked Bar or a Bath House or B&B with a Spanish lover!
But that's a dream. And now I'm back to reality.

As for Barcelona, I didn't care for it as much as Madrid, which feels older and more classically European. I like Barcelona's Gothic District, but it's small and the city is inundated with modern buildings that take away from the older history I prefer to experience.

But I will return to Spain again at the end of October.
Madrid this time.
And there's a reason for that.
Going to Spain wasn't a random choice for a vacation.
There is something greater in Spain for me to have.
And I will share that in a future posting.