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.
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