tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44241260590456642432024-03-05T06:22:22.557-08:00About Last NightConfessions from someone who likes to watch -- and participateWakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-65553943997755097582013-08-13T02:24:00.001-07:002013-08-13T02:34:33.778-07:00How to avoid 'teeth' during oral sex: take them out!!<div style="text-align: left;">
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">had to take it off its base and put on a new wax ring and screws. </span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">I discovered the source of the clog: </span></span></div>
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">someone's TEETH!</span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption"> How did THAT happen?!!</span></span><br />
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I LOVE photoshopping and HAD to do this to the latest naked photo of Lady Gaga by Inez and Vinoodh. <br />
Enjoy. :-)<br />
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Oh, and since you're here, check out (my alter ego) Pickles' latest video promoting the upcoming nudist Gathering sponsored by GNI (Gay Naturists International) in the Poconos!<br />
Pickles will be hosting the Best Buns contest again. <br />
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwnyurM4S34<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwnyurM4S34" target="_blank">Naked Gay Camping!!!</a><br />
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<br />Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-38851963613487577012011-06-21T16:23:00.000-07:002011-06-21T16:36:08.334-07:00The Village Voice Tranny Chaser Chaser<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-I4qn4WOANqZ3YxuyHmXYj10kca_Kg_sPApTuKyGCO-2ButUYmeBiKq34sfD5pL2cAdq4zTbXfHNOUF3qCJI8nScL4Eh5Yrx5Kt0j3Sp6R2kzCs6UTwZPT38Q4-2L6sVdJzzdPMiJ0o/s1600/Pickles1333BoobsEmail.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPFy3vvoI82j03u7fJSRF6ze95qrY60J-QY7A9Zf3YS-DR_40FaVuJZUgKs3hOE0zQMdIo_2C1qraEMAE9rFhiP50tyPCGtW_AK6tOHj_y9yEkFK5uPiZOuG4BT_F7YdXFLWdwwtN9PA/s1600/6694416.28.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPFy3vvoI82j03u7fJSRF6ze95qrY60J-QY7A9Zf3YS-DR_40FaVuJZUgKs3hOE0zQMdIo_2C1qraEMAE9rFhiP50tyPCGtW_AK6tOHj_y9yEkFK5uPiZOuG4BT_F7YdXFLWdwwtN9PA/s400/6694416.28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620819034343915666" border="0" /></a> An article just came out in The Village Voice that includes an interview with Pickles, my drag alter ego.<br />Yes, I have sex in drag. And now the world outside of this blog knows it!<br /><br />For those who want to read the article (and please do!) by Tony Phillips, go to this link:<br />http://www.villagevoice.com/2011-06-22/news/the-tranny-chaser-chaser/<br /><br />The accompanying illustration is both funny and offensive. But apparently there's an image of Pickles (NOT looking stubbly) also in the article, so it's clear their interpretation of a tranny is MEANT to be funny. And I have a sense of humor. Plus I DON'T shave my arms or legs.<br />Alright?!!<br /><br />The photo of me in drag they're using...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-I4qn4WOANqZ3YxuyHmXYj10kca_Kg_sPApTuKyGCO-2ButUYmeBiKq34sfD5pL2cAdq4zTbXfHNOUF3qCJI8nScL4Eh5Yrx5Kt0j3Sp6R2kzCs6UTwZPT38Q4-2L6sVdJzzdPMiJ0o/s1600/Pickles1333BoobsEmail.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-I4qn4WOANqZ3YxuyHmXYj10kca_Kg_sPApTuKyGCO-2ButUYmeBiKq34sfD5pL2cAdq4zTbXfHNOUF3qCJI8nScL4Eh5Yrx5Kt0j3Sp6R2kzCs6UTwZPT38Q4-2L6sVdJzzdPMiJ0o/s400/Pickles1333BoobsEmail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620820293520369778" border="0" /></a>Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-28505159744967041502011-03-19T12:18:00.000-07:002011-03-19T12:45:24.560-07:00Next Magazine Sex Issue!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9MoR1IDEyqVb5rlC6tWn-bGPE5-I40-7otAXlSOsROMVY6gzls1wB8ceh28rGbgrVysQ0hK8S35y8YeKd3buLFiQ3caJgLaqElyf3_V2Id1ial_JNqttqWqZqCoJ4IJ20wWmVxxrf5oE/s1600/1838_feata7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9MoR1IDEyqVb5rlC6tWn-bGPE5-I40-7otAXlSOsROMVY6gzls1wB8ceh28rGbgrVysQ0hK8S35y8YeKd3buLFiQ3caJgLaqElyf3_V2Id1ial_JNqttqWqZqCoJ4IJ20wWmVxxrf5oE/s400/1838_feata7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585875718606495170" border="0" /></a>Our exciting adult playground was used as the location to shoot Next magazine's Sex Issue, coinciding with the Black Party Weekend.<br /><br />I figured I should jump on this since they published a link to this blog!<br />And the previous entry about Grandma sex wasn't exactly enticing (skip that one, please!)<br /><br />P.S. I had one favorite model, a flirty young man who sat on my lap during part of the photoshoot, but I'll let y'all try to figure out who that was. <br />A clue: Who's the bottom in these photos? (It's not difficult to figure out!)<br /><br />Oh, and Jeff shot a little video to accompany the shoot.<br />Here's a link to that: http://vimeo.com/21042923<br /><br />And here are the images that talented photographer Jeff Eason (of WilsonModels) took.<br />His website is at: http://wilsonmodels.blogspot.com/<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPHzhHnBFmDPjnSgfusW3-Vu_d8mnKHiOr_IVMeevNeB4F-cfmZc0bwf-cGMOV8DwL98kpQyiv84DFFiXrbvnRwBjy85wT56doBBcUlVOIszO3Q2xZnrASCz1xps1V3OOjw7w1o8QA2I/s1600/1838_feata1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPHzhHnBFmDPjnSgfusW3-Vu_d8mnKHiOr_IVMeevNeB4F-cfmZc0bwf-cGMOV8DwL98kpQyiv84DFFiXrbvnRwBjy85wT56doBBcUlVOIszO3Q2xZnrASCz1xps1V3OOjw7w1o8QA2I/s400/1838_feata1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585876413837759650" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgPHDAVcWqkehW4KXzLsuCOynYerVXd7Fp9frlA4-oYsIzNP2DXEao7L0XfLWPIMLxpjUfSw_XpOM3zwEbHMzZBDedYM0w2C1LC1dY8szXV3B2NLiyflgNsJr4I5gawToZ5-kJKS_Imw/s1600/1838_feata2.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUgkoVW2jPKLIkUlQeb4BxB3fb3cp7qRQZwaO_U0nK-dp-JOX8Sd9Gut09wnf7-Zique6tCRgsFgtFO5aQmqnGwI9cX-QCmYaeuszhKSa7lBObjlau3hKeBh2_Iyp5JOxC0uqc5u5jSg/s400/Erotica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585878011996738146" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5a0krXeblq7xnQ5BREEMwbSIz6mU1qXOLVB4P-4tZOTjeCtdzmPENpf0zbEes2VbjFfoV_-9evITlRLVBH_8enXJh1uz13wxajmJHLXaOcJTZ9Qx9AzdUnd79l1pMqsXHD_dQEQT27A/s1600/Pics.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5a0krXeblq7xnQ5BREEMwbSIz6mU1qXOLVB4P-4tZOTjeCtdzmPENpf0zbEes2VbjFfoV_-9evITlRLVBH_8enXJh1uz13wxajmJHLXaOcJTZ9Qx9AzdUnd79l1pMqsXHD_dQEQT27A/s400/Pics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585878195801398690" border="0" /></a>Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-80127539734587641722011-02-28T01:40:00.000-08:002011-10-31T15:11:00.117-07:00Granny sex and so much more!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8H_XqZplK-S3_oMTJSJrPDtpQSpzezi_4Jqy1O7N2KnOkcGB4VdCbvuJsGOGe8hP8eVVqPkVS0_TEBC6PdL3N_WIkNtEUr93KtTqe8mqVE-26pKYDc1iq97qrTSOcOK-J8K9NyEZBeG0/s1600/images-9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8H_XqZplK-S3_oMTJSJrPDtpQSpzezi_4Jqy1O7N2KnOkcGB4VdCbvuJsGOGe8hP8eVVqPkVS0_TEBC6PdL3N_WIkNtEUr93KtTqe8mqVE-26pKYDc1iq97qrTSOcOK-J8K9NyEZBeG0/s400/images-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578673750735943346" border="0" /></a>Prosthetic malfunctions, grandmas and straights -- oh my!<br />(That's my version of going through the woods en route to see the Wizard of Oz.)<br /><br /><br />For the first time since the summer of 1983, I got a blow job from a girl!<br />Actually it was a 60 year old Russian woman -- and I was dressed in drag as Marilyn Monroe.<br />But we'll get to that later...<br /><br />Last week was the LGBT 9th Anniversary party and it was a pretty amazing event, bringing out a great mix of young and old, black and white, male and female, gay and straight and everything in between those extremes.<br /><br />The main focus of the evening for me was a performance I had to do with my fellow hostess Dee (a very sexy trannie). She was my duet partner and we were lipsynching to the original version of "No More Tears (Enough is Enough.)" Being the sexy Latina, she did the Donna Summer part, leaving me with someone named Barbra Streisand.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKtVusyYo_NypQc1LHuhEZ5RDGWZ0HvwjdQk-qI84EyBNQMQJwqdjjTmN6RYdLgQNjhtBQFZsoKX0mhpIh5Sxt9_ByHD15s5ZbpPev2rOQfE93-CxudR64-RrPPtZ4YSpFy748q9Vbx8/s1600/images-5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKtVusyYo_NypQc1LHuhEZ5RDGWZ0HvwjdQk-qI84EyBNQMQJwqdjjTmN6RYdLgQNjhtBQFZsoKX0mhpIh5Sxt9_ByHD15s5ZbpPev2rOQfE93-CxudR64-RrPPtZ4YSpFy748q9Vbx8/s400/images-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578674120026269362" border="0" /></a>Earlier in the week, in addition to rehearsing the number, we also went shopping for outfits at Mandee (in the Atlantic Center/Brooklyn) and bought the same dress on sale: http://www.mandee.com/product/QAA/MD-M03011032509650/264/<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hXaeHgEtAQN3qmwVereyqFZb6Zb9aMfOPGgHy_EZvSl-TnIbOPLT9MHzpqwzzx7xkXUC5v26jEvrACMhq4y57IcMx61RokQr7gqvjscxwy05yqnZ6JNyoyNHoFfpQo55loqRnVRc6yo/s1600/MandeeDress.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hXaeHgEtAQN3qmwVereyqFZb6Zb9aMfOPGgHy_EZvSl-TnIbOPLT9MHzpqwzzx7xkXUC5v26jEvrACMhq4y57IcMx61RokQr7gqvjscxwy05yqnZ6JNyoyNHoFfpQo55loqRnVRc6yo/s400/MandeeDress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578674393738314114" border="0" /></a>It looked great on both of us and they had one more in the size we needed, so we bought two and decided to have "the same dress" be the story of our performance: we would start out in one outfit (different styled feather boa-lined pancho/jackets) and then as we took them off, realize we were wearing the same outfit and get into a fight that turns into sex as I realize how much I enjoy her whipping me with my own glove.<br /><br />Well, the performance was a hit. The crowd really seemed to get into it!<br />We kept it as fresh as possible to fill the song's entire 4 minutes and 43 seconds!<br />(It's a long one! Ahem.)<br /><br />One snafu (that turned out to be comedy gold): Since Pickles has a short upturned nose, there's no way she could pull off Barbra Streisand, so a wax prosthetic was employed, courtesy of Ben Nye wax and some olive oil to smooth it into shape.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ug79ukRRHKg1_3PCQNxH9uZpLi1b1e8ZwqRTFyn3tciD3_5K2fhUqOB_SkdTjZ0qG_8rRfOmv54VM4k3jOhgQFiAYYMbV83roOR3nCpr2nLiCuBAO7NJAGNdCB61smT_y3YldzyGdIM/s1600/images-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ug79ukRRHKg1_3PCQNxH9uZpLi1b1e8ZwqRTFyn3tciD3_5K2fhUqOB_SkdTjZ0qG_8rRfOmv54VM4k3jOhgQFiAYYMbV83roOR3nCpr2nLiCuBAO7NJAGNdCB61smT_y3YldzyGdIM/s400/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578676186418256626" border="0" /></a>I was actually quite frightening looking with heavy, dark eye makeup, more like a wicked witch.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT14shS4I8tpCiFU3uLXdrOmxt6G6zDaKh0LjjOZfB-Vx_Dedvn2O1ErdODKj5DzzjHcARTX5eaHyG_tE1jtDQROYh_E1NBs9gkOg3TecGbA3ZFBafMe-phUvqK6iBBfRP73dmc9jX6Ds/s1600/hours.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT14shS4I8tpCiFU3uLXdrOmxt6G6zDaKh0LjjOZfB-Vx_Dedvn2O1ErdODKj5DzzjHcARTX5eaHyG_tE1jtDQROYh_E1NBs9gkOg3TecGbA3ZFBafMe-phUvqK6iBBfRP73dmc9jX6Ds/s400/hours.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578676780869230386" border="0" /></a><br />And to top off the outfit, I had a white afro and a headband made from a silver sequined elastic belt that was too big, so I twisted it around and under the back of the wig, and wrapped it around my neck as a choker, locking it in the front. It looked amazing!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgUFUJX2s3roCUnp1s2UQbOFiONqSVDRrfwCgs9eVm-ixqN_tiMn7sDi3EEtdp_2Ojmqgy8vMXUAc67RfvzxEVTt9YPxSPjn9lHmsc4dx4zMRLGCGWD6tB3RpXEo4mum5ZLjASKNhwY10/s1600/AfroHeadband.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgUFUJX2s3roCUnp1s2UQbOFiONqSVDRrfwCgs9eVm-ixqN_tiMn7sDi3EEtdp_2Ojmqgy8vMXUAc67RfvzxEVTt9YPxSPjn9lHmsc4dx4zMRLGCGWD6tB3RpXEo4mum5ZLjASKNhwY10/s400/AfroHeadband.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578677248303948082" border="0" /></a>But once the disco part of "No More Tears" kicked in and I really started to ham it up and move around, my nose immediately fell off onto the stage.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRV17vaQUsczE9vUH7fRmFDmOk5fQ2_C210IcoK0pBvljw19x0iF9v1B3_cS8xMaSS9HYwOXfYNPfkgaWZREmXTxuPt0ErIXrl9RviDOR_2DJjlT-rsyskCZCjr-chO55HsmvNsCJsZfU/s1600/BarbraNoseOff.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRV17vaQUsczE9vUH7fRmFDmOk5fQ2_C210IcoK0pBvljw19x0iF9v1B3_cS8xMaSS9HYwOXfYNPfkgaWZREmXTxuPt0ErIXrl9RviDOR_2DJjlT-rsyskCZCjr-chO55HsmvNsCJsZfU/s400/BarbraNoseOff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578677677355114738" border="0" /></a>The audience noticed and immediately responded positively. So at my earliest convenience, I bent over and picked it up and tried to mash it back on my face. About 20 seconds later it fell off again and my choker/head band combo came undone.<br /><br />It was like my entire costume was literally falling apart as the song continued.<br /><br />But the show must go on and we made it to the end with much applause, my belt wrapped around my neck like a scarf and my wax nose smeared all over the stage floor.<br /><br />With the show behind me, and my Barbra nose non-existent, I refreshed my makeup, put on a new outfit and proceeded to monitor the space to make sure everyone's behavior was appropriate.<br /><br />In the back room, a sexy lean (German?) woman with blond spiky hair was on the bed with three big-dicked African-American men. Clearly she was controlling the situation, and I've seen her play before, so I wasn't worried so much about what was happening there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZv_aOj5DpQyuuHE85R4z6rFlY-8F96-bW3KgP-GGAeSP0tAdv5hop6wn5HgOtSJABNA9Thynk1nKFFcKJMyFABRytDmMpPs9LdhSnxpxorKlSJa0gMMv_PcWh7GhEfcJShv8vPF2O8I/s1600/unrelated%25231.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZv_aOj5DpQyuuHE85R4z6rFlY-8F96-bW3KgP-GGAeSP0tAdv5hop6wn5HgOtSJABNA9Thynk1nKFFcKJMyFABRytDmMpPs9LdhSnxpxorKlSJa0gMMv_PcWh7GhEfcJShv8vPF2O8I/s400/unrelated%25231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578680874759857090" border="0" /></a>Next to the bed, however, were two OTHER young African-American men that were sitting on a leather padded sawhorse watching... and watching in a way that didn't feel right. They kinda looked like straight dudes enjoying watching a girl get fucked. So Pickles approached them:<br /><br />Pickles: So... what are you guys into?<br />Guys: No answer.<br />Pickles: You like watching girls get fucked?<br />Guys: nodding.<br />Pickles: So you're straight?<br />Guys: Yeah.<br />Pickles: Well, I'm sorry, but we don't allow straight guys at this party, so I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.<br />Guys: Oh, ok. We didn't know that.<br />Pickles: ...NOW!<br />Guys: We want our money back, then.<br />Pickles: Yes, you'll get you money back. Let's go.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCJcooh91pGq5t8HAEzf1HiwM9NEOidAdCxcnPIQ_9yB17aFLTF4oQEJ1r8lXbFlvONGx1k9Vtfy_WbUp345OX4NbdNRXHJYJkUskS-pRRO0Xs9w2eci5FTpF5I_4J_bGJyDgOwhwjHY/s1600/unrelated%25232.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCJcooh91pGq5t8HAEzf1HiwM9NEOidAdCxcnPIQ_9yB17aFLTF4oQEJ1r8lXbFlvONGx1k9Vtfy_WbUp345OX4NbdNRXHJYJkUskS-pRRO0Xs9w2eci5FTpF5I_4J_bGJyDgOwhwjHY/s400/unrelated%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578681384659313506" border="0" /></a>And I led them back to clothes check to get dressed and leave.<br />Apparently they complained to the other staff people that they hadn't gotten a chance to relax into the party... and were just told to leave for no reason.<br /><br />So... what would've happened after they "relaxed into the party?"<br />They would've changed their sexual orientation with a few beers?<br />I don't have the time or patience for that kind of bullshit.<br /><br />And even later on, the girl on the bed told me she noticed the guy closest to her on the sawhorse and felt something wasn't right about the way he was watching.<br /><br />That element CAN'T be at this party if it's to succeed.<br />And after nine years, I think we're getting the hang of it.<br /><br />Clearly they hadn't been there before and didn't read the rules posted at the entrance. They arrived with a gay friend (that probably got them in -- gay by association), but even the gay guy didn't realize queer-friendly hetero men are not invited.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUI77AqIUZ94-ZGlMzk_TQK71g0SWq82lQaIaLyOkpyERtV6D9oW_JOxqWv2XGAuUnTEBC8OcPua_kkjmLGOOOtwgPlR1zyDadu68XQmRY8G2eT3zyVVa6eZtTclS2Bx6JQLAQtn7_7rE/s1600/unrelated%25233.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUI77AqIUZ94-ZGlMzk_TQK71g0SWq82lQaIaLyOkpyERtV6D9oW_JOxqWv2XGAuUnTEBC8OcPua_kkjmLGOOOtwgPlR1zyDadu68XQmRY8G2eT3zyVVa6eZtTclS2Bx6JQLAQtn7_7rE/s400/unrelated%25233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578681570867610178" border="0" /></a>As much of an exciting power trip it is to catch people like that and kick them out, just knowing that they're there in OUR queer space, invading OUR turf... it's like, can't we have SOMETHING that's just for us?<br />Why do straight men have to come in and spoil it?<br />And trust me (after nine years, I know) they do (spoil it.)<br /><br />Once they were gone I felt a sense of relief.<br />Kind of like after the show.<br /><br />And I could perhaps get a little involved with someone as long as I kept up my monitoring duties.<br /><br />And the man I wanted to play with was there -- an INCREDIBLY sexy I-Want-To-Marry-You Indian guy with a beautiful cock, an amazing ass and the most dazzling eyes/eyelashes you'll ever see.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NCjG3fz9sJGW2T2tbgwf5j0hT_9Rts0yXIOmbbO7U-SdLDEOzpIWKkrSAjF_E0y7246C1i1Wt6cR8TKkplZpLyVsKGkRQ_R-TUu5JUNk2RQ-WhQmTlDAa5FzkUpD_zAEsvNwpLdx8KY/s1600/marryTHISguy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NCjG3fz9sJGW2T2tbgwf5j0hT_9Rts0yXIOmbbO7U-SdLDEOzpIWKkrSAjF_E0y7246C1i1Wt6cR8TKkplZpLyVsKGkRQ_R-TUu5JUNk2RQ-WhQmTlDAa5FzkUpD_zAEsvNwpLdx8KY/s400/marryTHISguy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578699255694324386" border="0" /></a>He ALSO happens to be into feet and I've written about him before -- with my foot through the glory hole to help him cum. ("Nice to Feet You" Sept. 4, 2010)<br />Actually I called him Abraham at that time and said he was "Middle Eastern." I'm pretty sure he told me his heritage was Indian, so let's change that to Abrahindi.<br />Whatever. He's HOT!<br /><br />And he's TOTALLY gay, has had a boyfriend for years, but wants to try something with a woman and for it to happen organically, not something contrived that will end up being a show for everyone to watch. (But ANYTIME a woman is having sex at one of the LGBT parties, it BECOMES a show, so good luck with that Abrahindi!)<br /><br />There weren't many bisexual women at the party wanting to play with men, but there was ONE he had expressed interest in -- and she's a regular at the party: a 60 year old Russian woman who always arrives early with her husband (or I assume it's her husband) and will give her pussy up to almost any friendly guy who wants it. And many (hot!) guys do! (I'm mean COME ON -- it's genuine PUSSY and pussy rules this world, I've learned!)<br />She kinda looked like Alice Ghostly (from "Designing Women" or "Bewitched").<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0I2G4k1n8Ko5WJHaa1JTrB8BhFcHpZf830-iLrda1ZrurNi_65leHUNyFC9M4U826iL20_7hRnVNYWksu1zBZVJ8QgdALA_NbKlgJDEzqaKz5DJagKTHvXi2TgtFxhWFVpCOb54D7Sc/s1600/esmer02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0I2G4k1n8Ko5WJHaa1JTrB8BhFcHpZf830-iLrda1ZrurNi_65leHUNyFC9M4U826iL20_7hRnVNYWksu1zBZVJ8QgdALA_NbKlgJDEzqaKz5DJagKTHvXi2TgtFxhWFVpCOb54D7Sc/s400/esmer02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578686429264160034" border="0" /></a>So as much as Abrahindi didn't want a forced scene, he and "Olga" were in the same room. And Pickles was going to make it happen.<br /><br />I had already talked to Abrahindi about so he knew what I was up to, it was just a matter of bringing in Olga.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoC6Sk37SYaa1Q8FgotVp1NYFRiz0VuxBYumZVhwn9q7ANAz0uFlTuGJc3zXqZY_qyLkrXmKtuyB2o2Vb4uH6d9TsxFJk9KmGKykfIfFefnNJD92s8nKlj0NJ5mNm-SWuvC99h8qWtW1g/s1600/images-16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoC6Sk37SYaa1Q8FgotVp1NYFRiz0VuxBYumZVhwn9q7ANAz0uFlTuGJc3zXqZY_qyLkrXmKtuyB2o2Vb4uH6d9TsxFJk9KmGKykfIfFefnNJD92s8nKlj0NJ5mNm-SWuvC99h8qWtW1g/s400/images-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578686771430340642" border="0" /></a>So Pickles approached her in a yellow chiffon accordion-pleated mini dress reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe (according to others) white wig turned backwards to create a mini-Farrah flip look.<br /><br />Olga took the bait, as her equally-aged husband (seated nearby) unenthusiastically looked on. She reached under my dress and began playing with my dick.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqmHz5TnkDEaEHrWNUS60Cf7t_uThiuOoO-FlVy9jHJJ65XIpPSPfLftbCv4vygSoapkREXA4XTGloZzvEp-KmEoPR4EQwkl7BXNm75bBcXU43pHFQxWkYaHdG5oLjO0yBmC744M53PE/s1600/images-13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqmHz5TnkDEaEHrWNUS60Cf7t_uThiuOoO-FlVy9jHJJ65XIpPSPfLftbCv4vygSoapkREXA4XTGloZzvEp-KmEoPR4EQwkl7BXNm75bBcXU43pHFQxWkYaHdG5oLjO0yBmC744M53PE/s400/images-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578687125022965842" border="0" /></a>UGH!!! A "girl" touching my dick. Yuck!<br /><br />So I looked over to Abrahindi and motioned with my head for him to come over and join us. He happily obliged.<br /><br />I encouraged him to take out his dick so Olga could see it too. He was already getting aroused and before I knew it, Olga's fondling of my penis turned into a full fledged blow job! This 60 year old Russian grandmother was sucking my cock as I was dressed like Marilyn Monroe!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJhP6hQ9aIxkdqrJ6j6Thus1ta2LAo4sBWIAi5-7noWIe_CF6Xt4xBXKrOdwmQZ-_OzLj6BBFGuuS6OMos8rm91sIUIhiVzOwfQWH-qE9ejZXCmm0MlOjuYYRYZZFGc3QCzxu-6sWBG0/s1600/images-11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJhP6hQ9aIxkdqrJ6j6Thus1ta2LAo4sBWIAi5-7noWIe_CF6Xt4xBXKrOdwmQZ-_OzLj6BBFGuuS6OMos8rm91sIUIhiVzOwfQWH-qE9ejZXCmm0MlOjuYYRYZZFGc3QCzxu-6sWBG0/s400/images-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578687472592023698" border="0" /></a>Ok, so maybe she's not a grandmother, but she's certainly old enough to be one.<br /><br />And she WAS sucking my dick and I WAS getting hard!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNn4j7SXqdEIbVCgvokLcYALBFnvtwmR3HoIH4TcUoqsZ6zdR8k_mUCB7Jd326CqFKK95b5gY9oYR8VWPcxNuwmeZeIvWsCNH6Bb14OmPAPmV0T-cCZ2B5ZU2fsIZwIuMQEowDdoNnuI/s1600/images-8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNn4j7SXqdEIbVCgvokLcYALBFnvtwmR3HoIH4TcUoqsZ6zdR8k_mUCB7Jd326CqFKK95b5gY9oYR8VWPcxNuwmeZeIvWsCNH6Bb14OmPAPmV0T-cCZ2B5ZU2fsIZwIuMQEowDdoNnuI/s400/images-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578687843782673762" border="0" /></a>Yes, Olga was a masterful cock sucker, but what was making me erect was having Abrahindi next to me, with our arms around each other, watching our dicks get worked.<br />Yes OUR dicks, because within less than minute after sucking my dick, Olga was grabbing Abrahindi's with her free hand.<br /><br />Incredible. What a pro!<br /><br />It was making Abrahindi hard and that in turn was keeping me aroused!<br /><br />Abrahindi responded to the attention by putting his hand down Olga's loose red blouse to fondle her 60 year old breasts.<br />The nerve!<br />But she didn't push his hand away; she was accepting his aggressive behavior, as I accepted hers.<br /><br />The whole scene couldn't have lasted for more than five minutes from beginning to end, because frankly, I was kind of grossed out by it (not because she was older, but because she was a girl)!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyzLuciF30K8FTEZXmPyxHLjt1-l9qBcqD0icoUdNBQgTvL6PzLwuSFi4fCoPTmeqHVE_qMLsSCQyzDdjAIFmOAFl96hDSLgQ_lQDBwI5uZnNN7Kg5k713U2MOIrSlJnWEcJ36gESMhg/s1600/images-10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyzLuciF30K8FTEZXmPyxHLjt1-l9qBcqD0icoUdNBQgTvL6PzLwuSFi4fCoPTmeqHVE_qMLsSCQyzDdjAIFmOAFl96hDSLgQ_lQDBwI5uZnNN7Kg5k713U2MOIrSlJnWEcJ36gESMhg/s400/images-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578688422668544450" border="0" /></a>But it allowed me more time with Abrahindi who admitted he'd like to try fisting a girl, but has never done it, let alone, fuck a girl.<br /><br />He's really kind of traditional in his interests: he likes his girls feminine and his men, older and masculine.<br />And trannies and drag queens like Pickles don't fit into that equation.<br />And even if I changed back to myself, he said it'd be hard to get the image of Pickles out of his mind. So I guess I shot myself in the foot with that one.<br /><br />As for our three-way, I think it ended it before Olga even got around to sucking Abrahindi's dick.<br /><br />Abrahindi ended up playing with another girl later in the night and at least got to finger her, which was a new fantasy fulfilled for him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSgI82OYn2wK88PU2owX0mk0Q3RBnD_BFRGBCibfZxJX3OCFh1eQ0mtO2Wdasi6p5KHNIz3MWiKFuZ1ICBXm9ftoLf5PDy1jhc1au-5RwMGWhhPuc9s3Me7UV44JFn59ZzvujVVfXz1Js/s1600/images-7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSgI82OYn2wK88PU2owX0mk0Q3RBnD_BFRGBCibfZxJX3OCFh1eQ0mtO2Wdasi6p5KHNIz3MWiKFuZ1ICBXm9ftoLf5PDy1jhc1au-5RwMGWhhPuc9s3Me7UV44JFn59ZzvujVVfXz1Js/s400/images-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578694668182373282" border="0" /></a>And me?<br /><br />Well, as I said at the outset, that's that second blowjob I've gotten from a girl -- the first one being in the summer of '83.<br /><br />And hopefully the next one won't be for another 28 years.Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-52868424565633139542011-02-09T13:32:00.001-08:002011-02-09T20:20:49.186-08:00Banana Surprise!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK-okX-kxZfCEA2aCcjB2joBEq8SkWnvbgQdpNIBboVV71Su_akzcMe4z-AN4tMLw_2d2mTmjkrW0R1z9gpCryvZ0Bgt22m_u4aEksm2v5ifG8GYXAewpbgloiabPlrvozlW3-j0p-nWc/s1600/child_banana_porno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK-okX-kxZfCEA2aCcjB2joBEq8SkWnvbgQdpNIBboVV71Su_akzcMe4z-AN4tMLw_2d2mTmjkrW0R1z9gpCryvZ0Bgt22m_u4aEksm2v5ifG8GYXAewpbgloiabPlrvozlW3-j0p-nWc/s400/child_banana_porno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571811041435701938" border="0" /></a><br />Now that the holidays are over it seems Pickles has... soured.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0t3xEvxw3J2dPX9mEA_4evfgUzFCsBeD9uvATEOhVP9YWNDhFBFZajF4fYYeSiBa_xzXc9QnX_-2LD-EPovKt1JtIstMkykQovXwrU_O2s5Mat2eenzvnA340tELxZ9hyphenhypheniHl8NnWmvE/s1600/Picture+5.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0t3xEvxw3J2dPX9mEA_4evfgUzFCsBeD9uvATEOhVP9YWNDhFBFZajF4fYYeSiBa_xzXc9QnX_-2LD-EPovKt1JtIstMkykQovXwrU_O2s5Mat2eenzvnA340tELxZ9hyphenhypheniHl8NnWmvE/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571806944939286866" border="0" /></a>Poor girl. No one wants to look at her videos.<br />The only thing "viral" about Pickles is her vaginal herpes.<br />But I digress.<br /><br />Still Pickles plans to do some more videos, this time singing a couple songs about Safe Sex and then seeing if she can get interviewed about her views on sexual culture on the Howard Stern radio show, which is her dream!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMOwLAIB8ShZG9q07nNfCsdtp5YMpSqYhfDz0XzIFIauXNLAJD_micA2RmPa8z5AGL-riYd7oxob-nx9s61hEvhG_amuXPgVjH9YyiNCwd0uwzya2cByRFp0bMG-4yzdaS5qvtBizmJk/s1600/Picture+8.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMOwLAIB8ShZG9q07nNfCsdtp5YMpSqYhfDz0XzIFIauXNLAJD_micA2RmPa8z5AGL-riYd7oxob-nx9s61hEvhG_amuXPgVjH9YyiNCwd0uwzya2cByRFp0bMG-4yzdaS5qvtBizmJk/s400/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571807575429758706" border="0" /></a><br />Until then, there's STILL naughty shit going on at the parties, and I mean that almost literally.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXrjPdz53TLKgans-okSm3vECETAVr6_wO8jKI5Hej8hOBydgFGb3PONH7QNc6aR7b8U0SdzPNfdSTunjCkcdaqyLO7K3Ig8EYleit2t5ROwCN7Edg4GiwWsxzWHVPJucrDfo4WiWutI/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXrjPdz53TLKgans-okSm3vECETAVr6_wO8jKI5Hej8hOBydgFGb3PONH7QNc6aR7b8U0SdzPNfdSTunjCkcdaqyLO7K3Ig8EYleit2t5ROwCN7Edg4GiwWsxzWHVPJucrDfo4WiWutI/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571807993317840290" border="0" /></a><br />Perhaps part of writing this blog is having something to actually write about.<br />And this past weekend was able to deliver a big one. So to speak.<br /><br />One word: banana(s).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ocdXJKJFHes06Zt6tG3NW0SZ2scs0sYHYud1oxNx8CR456h4DFjLZKa4huGASU7BokSh8jB0Y8qV0j81uC7v2ZVfFe9kkqymgryjefbQy4LaHlZ1FXlBc5Kc-tqpiMlxM8xF3RkD2hw/s1600/x2_24282a3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ocdXJKJFHes06Zt6tG3NW0SZ2scs0sYHYud1oxNx8CR456h4DFjLZKa4huGASU7BokSh8jB0Y8qV0j81uC7v2ZVfFe9kkqymgryjefbQy4LaHlZ1FXlBc5Kc-tqpiMlxM8xF3RkD2hw/s400/x2_24282a3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571808977992912018" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's been important at parties for me to provide SOMETHING for the guys to get their energy up. And since I don't do drugs and I'm not a cocaine or crystal meth dealer, I opt to take the route of sugar or chocolate as my energy source.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UyF6hNBU1dJdGPyyZttzQ7IFj3EL9QISlM_8jMGdEWek3Ww7Y-rGUEajxEhyN2QJYNVrSPXwOmFo_T-k16TRq98n98jS4xmXx8dXAgQ51D3fEe0X0hR_BYiyiFi7_yAZ2BIDdo-s0Zg/s1600/images-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UyF6hNBU1dJdGPyyZttzQ7IFj3EL9QISlM_8jMGdEWek3Ww7Y-rGUEajxEhyN2QJYNVrSPXwOmFo_T-k16TRq98n98jS4xmXx8dXAgQ51D3fEe0X0hR_BYiyiFi7_yAZ2BIDdo-s0Zg/s400/images-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571818589797939154" border="0" /></a>And recently, in addition to putting out Little Debbie Treats, I started putting out bananas as a way of getting the guys' energy back up after all the physical exertion.<br />And it works!<br />There's rarely anything left after about 20 boxes of Little Debbies have been emptied.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQh_myUrOmmoUBYAstRVOg4ZeujcGnvmQFwMaQFXQ3abjbuEv16DsCzvwBB0ogC8TKkcU8wss-b7mORm52EuyAD3b1yO2ti-vGRUMP4TGUQ2o3AeZ77HNQrvb1xpf8EJiUHqq0weCK4Xs/s1600/images-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQh_myUrOmmoUBYAstRVOg4ZeujcGnvmQFwMaQFXQ3abjbuEv16DsCzvwBB0ogC8TKkcU8wss-b7mORm52EuyAD3b1yO2ti-vGRUMP4TGUQ2o3AeZ77HNQrvb1xpf8EJiUHqq0weCK4Xs/s400/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571818903765658242" border="0" /></a>PIGS!<br /><br />Same goes for the bananas, which I pull apart from the bunch and display so elegantly in a 99 cent aluminum tray normally used for cooking turkies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8OI6UtTk3efO2S1pI_0VLJjv8u9fqoqIlJmQOOKYb8G5c5BIivw11AsubT28PkL6tz_Z7MNEW4Y6zHAgv0NnxcqpI2x-xCfR9u40LcOxga8IBPg1aTvoAA_ZOYK2NB4BdnuivptNvgw8/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8OI6UtTk3efO2S1pI_0VLJjv8u9fqoqIlJmQOOKYb8G5c5BIivw11AsubT28PkL6tz_Z7MNEW4Y6zHAgv0NnxcqpI2x-xCfR9u40LcOxga8IBPg1aTvoAA_ZOYK2NB4BdnuivptNvgw8/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571810072311358962" border="0" /></a>But someone was taking more than their fair share of bananas at a recent event.<br />And I found him.<br />He was Colombian and he was bringing them back into the "maze" area of the play space.<br />I thought he was attractive (I had been eyeing him all night!), so I flirted. He took the bait and asked if I wanted to join him in a scene he had already started.<br />I followed.<br /><br />There was someone there -- waiting in the maze, in a small room just big enough to fit a twin sized mattress.<br /><br />HE WAS PEELING THE BANANAS AND STICKING THEM UP THE GUY'S ASS AND THEN EATING THEM OUT!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMEQt9unawcvAtX38QMrbAGiqlnxkQL_W-heJV8gUCbu0V-Mdrfi5s2wKcm3PXjmLyc58kcOsxCZ76BVnI1tx21oY5W6ahemu9rZQRcM3goXbuGSSZb4dBMrWmUhcMyC0Y5ek9q3chHA/s1600/888867-002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMEQt9unawcvAtX38QMrbAGiqlnxkQL_W-heJV8gUCbu0V-Mdrfi5s2wKcm3PXjmLyc58kcOsxCZ76BVnI1tx21oY5W6ahemu9rZQRcM3goXbuGSSZb4dBMrWmUhcMyC0Y5ek9q3chHA/s400/888867-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571823936756116130" border="0" /></a>WHAT?!!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53vsQZkLeRXAwVh8n1G43VdfG5vw1VUvhT87-XUaJvNYbFuxHVqSwFAlPboXcLATdco7reCxVRLXYz3W7Ay8kPgWuVLKnO8YMp8RGY5vUc7D_7Ybh22koruRgVzDysp8IUE2q3juznG0/s1600/BananaSTICKme.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53vsQZkLeRXAwVh8n1G43VdfG5vw1VUvhT87-XUaJvNYbFuxHVqSwFAlPboXcLATdco7reCxVRLXYz3W7Ay8kPgWuVLKnO8YMp8RGY5vUc7D_7Ybh22koruRgVzDysp8IUE2q3juznG0/s400/BananaSTICKme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571806422273673410" border="0" /></a>Wait, I'm actually I'm jumping ahead.<br /><br />At first "Colombo" was just rimming the guy and I couldn't really see what was going on. But Colombo's ass was sticking out and I hadn't eaten any in MONTHS and a Colombian ass was just the flavor or International Coffee I was looking for!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGk58WbzrMWMxmrgxMsofdYmA1y0Gurg4ngzSj7vERVx1AaWKbVLad1nFy1K5Mh875l6tnqLnHgJSvBWNMFC2vuYDdijG1HecvxegIKV_HhGWWc4IYKqSgzeXOMoiegHG4XIITA3avwa0/s1600/gay_black_men_markell_03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGk58WbzrMWMxmrgxMsofdYmA1y0Gurg4ngzSj7vERVx1AaWKbVLad1nFy1K5Mh875l6tnqLnHgJSvBWNMFC2vuYDdijG1HecvxegIKV_HhGWWc4IYKqSgzeXOMoiegHG4XIITA3avwa0/s400/gay_black_men_markell_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571817731062014994" border="0" /></a>So as he ate a white guy's ass, this white guy ate his.<br /><br />And he clearly seemed into.<br />A LOT.<br />So much so that I asked if he wanted to get fucked. And pushing it even further, was he into getting fisted?<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span>Yes and yes!<br />But before I entered him safely with a condom (conveniently located with lube in a small box attached to the wall in the small room we were in) he asked if I could get four bananas to stick up there.<br />FOUR?!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHFH0qt2Q9WiLZhSrseEBTHVhhbkd5wiRI-JT1VIYXmd3ly1LqIOVtUci221oi2Hdi61aGK2bZG9WmBgxjMnuHB1bDxmHNXK7Vz0F8Ko13J8-ySBXTn-C9eI2s3OiS-WYmNt2IekraiE/s1600/images-13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHFH0qt2Q9WiLZhSrseEBTHVhhbkd5wiRI-JT1VIYXmd3ly1LqIOVtUci221oi2Hdi61aGK2bZG9WmBgxjMnuHB1bDxmHNXK7Vz0F8Ko13J8-ySBXTn-C9eI2s3OiS-WYmNt2IekraiE/s400/images-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571814046973036818" border="0" /></a>I guess he REALLY must be into fisting!<br /><br />So I retrieved the bananas and came back, ready to make my fruit delivery.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFKv9aps890ypgxJghWD8JuqVwTDdZ1CJB-KbzdfWZz5aVXdBnve0u-2fGxnHiy0x5hIkL6VUcBVj8u-4q7tfn1-wymHaNi1eZHBQTBHaepgzNjILPHZA5Bfezs_C9l0VYWCwNa0Oc95c/s1600/images-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFKv9aps890ypgxJghWD8JuqVwTDdZ1CJB-KbzdfWZz5aVXdBnve0u-2fGxnHiy0x5hIkL6VUcBVj8u-4q7tfn1-wymHaNi1eZHBQTBHaepgzNjILPHZA5Bfezs_C9l0VYWCwNa0Oc95c/s400/images-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571812677336371810" border="0" /></a>Also as requested, I fucked him first the normal way (using a condom of course), doggie style on the black vinyl padded twin sized mattress. He was SO into it. And because of the position, it was clear he couldn't do what he was doing before, so the other white guy left and it was just the two of us (with MANY people looking in and grabbing at us if they were close enough, but I just pushed away any hands that were invading our space.)<br /><br />Normal fucking done, he was ready for the bananas.<br />But it wasn't like they would all go in together like a fist. Or one added to the next to widen his sphincter.<br />No.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_NHANpLPcxbCY1d0J4NPRdYGP9bypqcllClaEy-U3EUoB1NRcSHXxrptzbPRgLzT0XrQfe6ap26ZfPRhT3_KTLmOzsy_ReOR9pdrdEHMMl-VNAA0r9H9jvpByys2s1juUwfMd-Xz-ds/s1600/images-10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_NHANpLPcxbCY1d0J4NPRdYGP9bypqcllClaEy-U3EUoB1NRcSHXxrptzbPRgLzT0XrQfe6ap26ZfPRhT3_KTLmOzsy_ReOR9pdrdEHMMl-VNAA0r9H9jvpByys2s1juUwfMd-Xz-ds/s400/images-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571813490663696514" border="0" /></a>He wanted them peeled and pushed inside, one after the other, and then fucked while the bananas were still up there.<br />Uh... ok.<br />I'm a team player!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQCnSk3Wjvo_SzNo-izTfBX3lWvMpX6WAobiEc7cGiNDZ6oAh94c98gLZrqO1Qc0VwhbMKLGWT8FrCB86LK7JF-whE1ul5zlmtMmS5P-XRylQSYLWt1c3Vh0rfPuFCJwMixFgDhY04YU/s1600/images-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQCnSk3Wjvo_SzNo-izTfBX3lWvMpX6WAobiEc7cGiNDZ6oAh94c98gLZrqO1Qc0VwhbMKLGWT8FrCB86LK7JF-whE1ul5zlmtMmS5P-XRylQSYLWt1c3Vh0rfPuFCJwMixFgDhY04YU/s400/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571823540013818114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRYFZ6lHtp2qOiaGyAf__1uLqjM-Ual9nI8P8nVKoOR52uyQcLMvIQx5sN0AUGP6sjuZusrXLSE0nLEkQ7na3C9UVkr5bD-TuMN1BdSGmc-72iRnGdV8Sz1jqMI_zJDi7GqXtVNRl_U8/s1600/images-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRYFZ6lHtp2qOiaGyAf__1uLqjM-Ual9nI8P8nVKoOR52uyQcLMvIQx5sN0AUGP6sjuZusrXLSE0nLEkQ7na3C9UVkr5bD-TuMN1BdSGmc-72iRnGdV8Sz1jqMI_zJDi7GqXtVNRl_U8/s400/images-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571811507353079026" border="0" /></a>But wait. Is that what he was doing to the other guy? Putting bananas up HIS ass and then RIMMING him?<br />But couldn't that get a bit... ya know.<br />Nasty?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSThzNumsbuWpwKL91rXDLVc_yVIWMaGqmcHHV84NJ04JjWyM-LekyHRSXEw8N4jT6SvN6CAZFuF7jiI61Jbh2O5dczxrwQbPyjHrnXRZHFGWQW7HeHfGMXBZQWhvU90WoeC95boFg30/s1600/images-11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSThzNumsbuWpwKL91rXDLVc_yVIWMaGqmcHHV84NJ04JjWyM-LekyHRSXEw8N4jT6SvN6CAZFuF7jiI61Jbh2O5dczxrwQbPyjHrnXRZHFGWQW7HeHfGMXBZQWhvU90WoeC95boFg30/s400/images-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571814761296323282" border="0" /></a>But the other guy was gone and it was just the two of us now, so I fucked him with a couple peeled bananas inside his ass, not really able to feel what was inside there with my dick. I guess it just got too mushy.<br /><br />The area was becoming fragrant with bananas!<br />Peels on the floor, smeared bananas on the vinyl bed sheet and even our bodies covered with bananas in certain areas.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSf12UvG-w2YIShb8IRfvhioE18C3ifx6HyPkqo_VtH_edojngU51j1sc0VCJlhGYuFZo7vjkXHoSvzBPsElRbwO4BXaXol32mTisoaX-Bv6s_91PRAW7bwj4TMe9Q1Qpq-XW8IWg5_E/s1600/2894155788.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSf12UvG-w2YIShb8IRfvhioE18C3ifx6HyPkqo_VtH_edojngU51j1sc0VCJlhGYuFZo7vjkXHoSvzBPsElRbwO4BXaXol32mTisoaX-Bv6s_91PRAW7bwj4TMe9Q1Qpq-XW8IWg5_E/s400/2894155788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571815133407554930" border="0" /></a>After a while it was all a bit much and I started to lose interest, so I decided to switch things up and try putting my fist in there.<br />So I took the banana-lubed condom off my dick and wrapped it over my hand and started inserting the tips of my fingers.<br /><br />It was then, that I could feel the bananas and also realize that he was not a true fisting bottom. He liked the IDEA of getting fisted, but realistically, my hands were just too big.<br /><br />And those bananas inside? I HOPE they were bananas, because they really felt like something else.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSQh339nLxHNSuXM3N_vpAivsX_v0htU2P6kGlR7wVPYNMRkB9mb_yUY9-_bMDuljiX531v7tcNFJgVdS3G-6jgDPpaXS8PmSzAQyqWGPyjYyZW5nPRFomR1FVDFeYmlhCFzfiwJrLe8/s1600/images-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSQh339nLxHNSuXM3N_vpAivsX_v0htU2P6kGlR7wVPYNMRkB9mb_yUY9-_bMDuljiX531v7tcNFJgVdS3G-6jgDPpaXS8PmSzAQyqWGPyjYyZW5nPRFomR1FVDFeYmlhCFzfiwJrLe8/s400/images-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571819385139768514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After realizing the fisting was going nowhere and having run out bananas -- with them smeared all over the bed and on the floor (it was messy, but the ones in his ass REMAINED in his ass), he asked if I was 'open' to putting a banana up MY ass!<br />I was...<br />Maybe.<br /><br />So he went to get one.<br /><br />But I was really more intent on finishing our play and cumming.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwd14q_Yrkn4OeptpyB-u-afEIjIA-zW23uifKAZFDHxBH0XihpxGg_N9NV0bjwzSTLy9_Vr-_rcm9HRxbplNqIgBI5dMnj4hWlHHeFw7U8EmvNEypQuddu1rAL_hNNimsmHKdkl4pIjg/s1600/images-6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwd14q_Yrkn4OeptpyB-u-afEIjIA-zW23uifKAZFDHxBH0XihpxGg_N9NV0bjwzSTLy9_Vr-_rcm9HRxbplNqIgBI5dMnj4hWlHHeFw7U8EmvNEypQuddu1rAL_hNNimsmHKdkl4pIjg/s400/images-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571815868981561298" border="0" /></a>When he returned with the banana and set it down on the bed, I was standing up on the mattress, masturbating.<br />He said that when (or if) he put the banana up my ass and ate it out -- if it came out a little "dirty" that was ok with him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ZF7sBFGO20YsDDpN-a0_22Dp4qLTW5SUI_w-8spvIeGtosygtct1ELZiMU5xjJ1p2LCmlhI2x1INekYL1X9ip3bRUeFqNkRBsPwXU3rPZyCdYcXOgmv_37aPuLV9KCWJYf6-pbTFXRE/s1600/701.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ZF7sBFGO20YsDDpN-a0_22Dp4qLTW5SUI_w-8spvIeGtosygtct1ELZiMU5xjJ1p2LCmlhI2x1INekYL1X9ip3bRUeFqNkRBsPwXU3rPZyCdYcXOgmv_37aPuLV9KCWJYf6-pbTFXRE/s400/701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571816328037736258" border="0" /></a>And on that note, I shot my load all over his face, ending our play before any fruit was ever introduced to my butt.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMb38MG9Hm4QOJlEnz0piM59Hjp7-ximPnY3ygkZdLwGrcCF4zvND1C-6_erTTBcPorZmu3dmfmBxKMMLAp5eBUnZ9jI8vft5BUJS4hWIC7GjAvzDWbQn7o6lUo3ANaFEkCEm0-4udL8Y/s1600/images-5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMb38MG9Hm4QOJlEnz0piM59Hjp7-ximPnY3ygkZdLwGrcCF4zvND1C-6_erTTBcPorZmu3dmfmBxKMMLAp5eBUnZ9jI8vft5BUJS4hWIC7GjAvzDWbQn7o6lUo3ANaFEkCEm0-4udL8Y/s400/images-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571816609609354866" border="0" /></a>It was not going to happen this time around. Maybe next time.<br />Maybe not.<br /><br />But he gave me his contact info.<br /><br />And maybe one day he'll eat my shit -- or rather, the shit that's stuck to a banana coming out of my ass.<br /><br />But until that moment happens, I think I'll stick to having bananas on my cereal for breakfast and call it a day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4GF9W1pmEbC9_92enkFxbJ8bmR7I4_RC7WuOKLinLbsH8JzoByxbCKtojqA3bhyphenhyphen3-X_0R-oHCRJrGKt7IiKVXW9T2HoZWVzsJ1P4YrrS9xmFo8vFklwnq_veVxb8ABtBw73l1V2mNbY4/s1600/cereal%252Bbanana%252Bmilk-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4GF9W1pmEbC9_92enkFxbJ8bmR7I4_RC7WuOKLinLbsH8JzoByxbCKtojqA3bhyphenhyphen3-X_0R-oHCRJrGKt7IiKVXW9T2HoZWVzsJ1P4YrrS9xmFo8vFklwnq_veVxb8ABtBw73l1V2mNbY4/s400/cereal%252Bbanana%252Bmilk-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571817200075873618" border="0" /></a>Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-36435576704063085002011-02-06T22:09:00.000-08:002011-02-07T00:52:46.920-08:00ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME HIV/AIDS, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?(Note: be prepared for a angry rant...)<br /><br />I'm SHOCKED at what happened last night.<br /><br />And then that shock turns to sadness and rage.<br /><br />Sadness that THIS is what gay people will do to each other, and rage that they were trying to do it to me!<br /><br />Someone INTENTIONALLY tore a condom as I was penetrating them, so that it would be bareback sex.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISX8rJwU5AuXgEXVaPlBLDEdAHzT6fwssH8DcwPy-mYPWBxbiU895vlgq_B-tgNWspKhIGS4VIruh2N8jRY6gTlc40-34E8A-J-rFJo9NT7A_hS519y5MbOE3E1ItnYWEgljQRXWKCII/s1600/howDAREhe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISX8rJwU5AuXgEXVaPlBLDEdAHzT6fwssH8DcwPy-mYPWBxbiU895vlgq_B-tgNWspKhIGS4VIruh2N8jRY6gTlc40-34E8A-J-rFJo9NT7A_hS519y5MbOE3E1ItnYWEgljQRXWKCII/s400/howDAREhe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570826565213489218" border="0" /></a>I've been fucking for nearly 30 years and this has NEVER happened to me. It just shows how desperate and fucked up people can be. I'm HIV negative and I want to STAY that way, who the fuck are YOU to sero-convert me, you fucking asshole?<br /><br />I had passed by the guy a few minutes earlier and he immediately grabbed my dick and was sucking it within seconds. He was attractive enough -- a bleached short crew cut, kind of light skinned Latin looking.<br /><br />As he was bent over sucking me, I did my usual ass grab, feeling his crack and noticed it was already lubed up and kind of puffy around his hole -- like he had already been worked over that night. I didn't like that, so I moved my hand away and accepted the blow job.<br /><br />After about 15 seconds he grabbed my hand (while still sucking!) and placed it back on his ass. He wanted it known his ass needed attention.<br /><br />Once I was hard enough, he stood up, grabbed my hand and brought me to a nearby room about six feet away. It was late and no one else was around.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_IoBcE04t7zvbgS6qJh-UEULK9CqyMLacsp6ciKrj953EDekIBgxDbAn51c6fyEA3IDVjaci9w3RGDfBvcQISi6XxiTLnxGZyTiDolMSDQhiGfKzGT3LZuoVyKEJU4hSUvoTnDp-20E/s1600/condomSpeaks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_IoBcE04t7zvbgS6qJh-UEULK9CqyMLacsp6ciKrj953EDekIBgxDbAn51c6fyEA3IDVjaci9w3RGDfBvcQISi6XxiTLnxGZyTiDolMSDQhiGfKzGT3LZuoVyKEJU4hSUvoTnDp-20E/s400/condomSpeaks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570827040805705042" border="0" /></a><br />As we went to the room, I looked down and noticed he really had a J-Lo ass. On a girl it would be hot, but it was too big for a guy. But I was erect so I went with it anyway.<br />What a mistake.<br /><br />He immediately reached to the condom and lube tray, making me think "Yay, he's grabbing a condom -- I'm so glad when guys are proactive about safe sex!" But rather than getting a condom for me, he grabbed only lube for himself.<br /><br />Fine, I thought, it's MY responsibility to be prepared, I'll get the condom.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAG3MnI4Jpbh49bNNVGp_und0EfgjG_EJUmmz04o8DmvvZ8L_eWMolOUgUS2aJxySohKNMPGb6DRzbjnaqKjCwagCjRgzzSnCKnArGbvYgOCrMZxem0nwpEQYvUpvDCTIGQgkq7HJhqw/s1600/ThisIsHot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAG3MnI4Jpbh49bNNVGp_und0EfgjG_EJUmmz04o8DmvvZ8L_eWMolOUgUS2aJxySohKNMPGb6DRzbjnaqKjCwagCjRgzzSnCKnArGbvYgOCrMZxem0nwpEQYvUpvDCTIGQgkq7HJhqw/s400/ThisIsHot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570827406422906194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6nHh2JlRo8tpMaj8D9Qr1ZQWAU45BJCFuCnrByGBtqyGjNFQ5p1n74M9sND-hXlrjsafKmSw2aSIX0RBge3hCUakv-I2FyQevLrDzdQLmnjopASDylAlR5YUjXTt2uEhSF4hC9P4LEM/s1600/HeRespectsYou.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6nHh2JlRo8tpMaj8D9Qr1ZQWAU45BJCFuCnrByGBtqyGjNFQ5p1n74M9sND-hXlrjsafKmSw2aSIX0RBge3hCUakv-I2FyQevLrDzdQLmnjopASDylAlR5YUjXTt2uEhSF4hC9P4LEM/s400/HeRespectsYou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570829717878743762" border="0" /></a><br />So I put it on, lubed it up and approached his already lubed ass.<br /><br />This is when things got strange.<br /><br />I've had guys place my dick inside them before, but this was the first time (IN 30 YEARS!) that the tip was being pinched. What was he doing? And it was taking a while. He had clearly already been fucked that night, so it's not like he needed to take it in slowly.<br /><br />What was the delay? And what was that bizarre pressure being placed on the tip of my dick? Eventually my dick broke through his sphincter, but as it dick, it FELT like it broke through the condom too. It felt too much like skin-on-skin, so I IMMEDIATELY pulled it out, noticed the condom was broken, hit the guy on his back and yelled at him, "What the fuck are you doing? You broke the condom!"<br /><br />"What do you mean? It broke?" He was playing innocent.<br /><br />"I felt you squeezing the tip, you broke the condom!"<br /><br />"No I didn't. What are you talking about? Look at my finger tips. They're not long enough to break a condom." It was as if he had the argument memorized.<br /><br />"You can't do that here. You're gonna have to leave. NOW!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4KKGu1oC4jKBKUGVEJGKVqi2Ojyuu1coHpTPWT8eWAFDprdajX3PVbC5EaNS5OTx0oHqIKpGJ6BhxkF6-pIxgvjKzQz1olFWAKKGL160MtxTeHQdc9H2k-jbB4w0nT5KPxQTyYk4VTgc/s1600/DontTryItAsshole.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4KKGu1oC4jKBKUGVEJGKVqi2Ojyuu1coHpTPWT8eWAFDprdajX3PVbC5EaNS5OTx0oHqIKpGJ6BhxkF6-pIxgvjKzQz1olFWAKKGL160MtxTeHQdc9H2k-jbB4w0nT5KPxQTyYk4VTgc/s400/DontTryItAsshole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570827827369965330" border="0" /></a><br />He continued trying to argue that he was just placing my dick inside him and he wasn't trying to break the condom.<br /><br />BULLSHIT! Because he could FEEL it break with his fingers -- and he didn't let it go into until he knew it had broken. He KNEW what was going on and it disgusted me. And it's SO clear to EVERYONE that barebacking is strictly forbidden at the party.<br /><br />Once again, I told him to get dressed and leave.<br /><br />I went to the front door and got his donation back and gave it to him as he was changing his clothes.<br /><br />"Here's your money back and I don't want you to ever come back here again."<br /><br />"I don't need your money," he said, refusing to accept it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnb9ZhyAhiy8CHzDpMhJxVj8kw-76WeDyoDHOAZJ9OnXXSQy9rlDhIR4InimWxPE-W1xs1zCjcIxlhHEF4q0jqE8_5a4MKs-0vCJX4Luvd3_2QgJndMPcMTBJeFWJ-OLoeFXOLaur4wYk/s1600/PickleCondomTorn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnb9ZhyAhiy8CHzDpMhJxVj8kw-76WeDyoDHOAZJ9OnXXSQy9rlDhIR4InimWxPE-W1xs1zCjcIxlhHEF4q0jqE8_5a4MKs-0vCJX4Luvd3_2QgJndMPcMTBJeFWJ-OLoeFXOLaur4wYk/s400/PickleCondomTorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570828281430028034" border="0" /></a><br />As he was leaving, I pointed him out to the staff, so they would know that he had been 86'd and was never allowed to return.<br /><br />Once he was out the door, I had the DJ make an announcement that someone was just caught barebacking and kicked out, never allowed back. And that we are SERIOUS about our policy.<br /><br />UGH! It really disgusts me how creepy and desperate and disrespectful gay guys can be to one another.<br /><br />Is it possible it was an accident?<br /><br />NO. Because with ALL the fucks I've had -- and there have been MANY, this has never happened. HE interfered with the way normal intercourse should occur and that resulted in a torn condom. HE is responsible. And the way he was so aggressive in wanting to get fucked, leads me to believe he's a careless individual. He does not deserve the decency that happens at my events.<br /><br />And if someone is doing that, they're CLEARLY HIV positive (and if they aren't, they will be soon). It would make me want to press charges against him for... whatever you might wanna call. In a word: BAD.<br /><br />FUCK HIM!<br /><br /><br /><br />On a side note:<br />One other "BAD" story: two biological men that were born as men tried to infiltrate a lesbian party by posing as "trans"men, but were exposed. Literally.<br />Let it be known that any "men" trying to gain access will be humiliated.<br />The concept of trying to put one over on the women is disgraceful; I don't even have words for it.<br /><br />How about this: SOME GUYS CAN BE REAL ASSHOLE CREEPS.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheljT-75V926vq87awuFnlHdQp-WIh9roifGQSbopCcB44IJKXgtoy6cuneaEP3gxF5bUQLoU1_OFxa3WwOGF4fbyrCxTZh_HKFu-PdaHYgT9657jdRW0UZtdtGq4gPvfXn3Gx7CAwvjE/s1600/TedBundy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheljT-75V926vq87awuFnlHdQp-WIh9roifGQSbopCcB44IJKXgtoy6cuneaEP3gxF5bUQLoU1_OFxa3WwOGF4fbyrCxTZh_HKFu-PdaHYgT9657jdRW0UZtdtGq4gPvfXn3Gx7CAwvjE/s400/TedBundy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570830527330404418" border="0" /></a>Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-64958368788313065762010-12-28T09:38:00.000-08:002010-12-28T10:22:50.388-08:00Pickles 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.<br />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!<br />Here's the result:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgVkOubW1hlHnq2jzp7qMXKm5UF4YdTocl0uJ6UDhbkSNpx8w1oXqCsLBnF2moMxZiXT2HRX2UtBtOkZ9BeJhUBkhx0YzZqCczwuWBKE186_6YOgtGqPFgFZwVoLNExKhrIEU_PrFGBIg/s1600/WhiteXmasSkating.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgVkOubW1hlHnq2jzp7qMXKm5UF4YdTocl0uJ6UDhbkSNpx8w1oXqCsLBnF2moMxZiXT2HRX2UtBtOkZ9BeJhUBkhx0YzZqCczwuWBKE186_6YOgtGqPFgFZwVoLNExKhrIEU_PrFGBIg/s400/WhiteXmasSkating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555799032977129362" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORdl2jHPgwg">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORdl2jHPgwg</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1_mil99UEROFiAtfNNP_s-lD6P9yjCvBOFZn4Ad93DvlvTA4CjAOnzByuTD6VGI0ouilKa9lnwBmq89s8Co77oQGX1SfllA-XgjDYg9BTndWYgIUhc5XM6hgvonRxVeRukq5k9mp8gY/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-28+at+12.51.01+PM.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1_mil99UEROFiAtfNNP_s-lD6P9yjCvBOFZn4Ad93DvlvTA4CjAOnzByuTD6VGI0ouilKa9lnwBmq89s8Co77oQGX1SfllA-XgjDYg9BTndWYgIUhc5XM6hgvonRxVeRukq5k9mp8gY/s400/Screen+shot+2010-12-28+at+12.51.01+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555793655006389970" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7BALCng4ck">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7BALCng4ck</a><br /><br /><br />Watch for Pickles' safe sex sing-a-long in the New Year!Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-87123446314940589252010-11-06T09:27:00.000-07:002010-11-06T11:11:51.018-07:00Tossing Salad - A Veggie Tail<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPuJrBu1oV8K8Jmnf-j5Vgk_Y-htF-Y6do_MpERckyFWgGzGW97qE6Yix1IxcYDKOp_fDM991d3CyUI1BYAOT5r2R1L9U_z8AA-3uas9OJCFXHG7xdsk9tagsowwAAWntBCk_Ixad6bA/s1600/boy_tossing_salad.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPuJrBu1oV8K8Jmnf-j5Vgk_Y-htF-Y6do_MpERckyFWgGzGW97qE6Yix1IxcYDKOp_fDM991d3CyUI1BYAOT5r2R1L9U_z8AA-3uas9OJCFXHG7xdsk9tagsowwAAWntBCk_Ixad6bA/s400/boy_tossing_salad.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536485397138282882" border="0" /></a><br />According to sexual slang, "salad tossing" = anilingus = eating ass.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLeH2CKma3LmzMCRV3lZDL7GjXVVwQu8PseUMLxp5HCdKa17WPcJ_goVPNF4x353eN7BmxyrW2Asn6uELt-qIFHPlkFyn_ZIBjb54z_3nSBPV16H2LA-WMc5H9ZqfkxAvhami1HAOrap8/s1600/GoogleAssEatingGirl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLeH2CKma3LmzMCRV3lZDL7GjXVVwQu8PseUMLxp5HCdKa17WPcJ_goVPNF4x353eN7BmxyrW2Asn6uELt-qIFHPlkFyn_ZIBjb54z_3nSBPV16H2LA-WMc5H9ZqfkxAvhami1HAOrap8/s400/GoogleAssEatingGirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536487170409347698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />If I haven't made it painfully clear by now -- I love tossing me some salad;<br />I love doing it (as long as the salad has been freshly washed).<br />And I love having it done to me.<br />(Just don't pull it so wide open that you'll rip my soft tissue, asshole. There's enough there for everyone. Trust.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxWEIGIfiav0Y8ztLOYAOW-AqBdT4wI8m6r0LVyVj_SrjuRB0k9N_p2Rf9b9-gFeSMa4YypNNNoERkpqVVJq_t__zbUPXHWcRgRUzDis9Kt_R7yTNYHJmp8JCqIn8YvNozM52vnwFz8Q/s1600/EatAssX3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxWEIGIfiav0Y8ztLOYAOW-AqBdT4wI8m6r0LVyVj_SrjuRB0k9N_p2Rf9b9-gFeSMa4YypNNNoERkpqVVJq_t__zbUPXHWcRgRUzDis9Kt_R7yTNYHJmp8JCqIn8YvNozM52vnwFz8Q/s400/EatAssX3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536485607766950770" border="0" /></a><br />This posting is <span style="font-style: italic;">NOT</span> about that.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sorry.</span><br /><br />It is about sex play with <span style="font-style: italic;">ACTUAL</span> vegetables.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhIVcTvH7wQAw17c1lL6-oH2lkPJl7pTXiOHQU_b6i2BiZH15_amjgm-Zxflqg6FsoHim7vqdo0fOtt5gnEdpDL0Be_tQcDluSl7-x8k9aT73UO_e5_zGc3kqmgwa-BuuevbwRWvB-AU/s1600/TossingSaladAss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhIVcTvH7wQAw17c1lL6-oH2lkPJl7pTXiOHQU_b6i2BiZH15_amjgm-Zxflqg6FsoHim7vqdo0fOtt5gnEdpDL0Be_tQcDluSl7-x8k9aT73UO_e5_zGc3kqmgwa-BuuevbwRWvB-AU/s400/TossingSaladAss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536486178617258338" border="0" /></a>What is it about vegetables that propels one to bring them to a sex party?<br />And more specifically, <span style="font-style: italic;">MY</span> party?<br /><br /><br />Here are some photos I recently took of vegetables left at the space by patrons!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4T210DIT7csmKYs94oKAvUVlO1ApuJfytqjWpVU6yPjfUOczE1CQeAhSpHZ0iXH9rvPUBo1QsMdrbohpQxJC5CtKFXy1dFCOZCW-hk3RCy6NIFb_hiYsOLbivKlzYhWqMCD-tJ6ELkU/s1600/VeggieToy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4T210DIT7csmKYs94oKAvUVlO1ApuJfytqjWpVU6yPjfUOczE1CQeAhSpHZ0iXH9rvPUBo1QsMdrbohpQxJC5CtKFXy1dFCOZCW-hk3RCy6NIFb_hiYsOLbivKlzYhWqMCD-tJ6ELkU/s400/VeggieToy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536493363413448162" border="0" /></a>They were probably left by the same person, since this hasn't happened in years, and certainly not two in the same night.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjOJECh1YWqtR9PAGZvJTg8OdqFDtllIwmrvcCz9nhYJVdd_9n2vyADxbiB5Od0eKApV6Kdn7qgvG3STNH0LYFXtZWv_3JWEzkC626a2jdfHoBLlqGJ3VXFe0hvKg52iUaE9J7MaYq9Uo/s1600/VeggieUnderBed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjOJECh1YWqtR9PAGZvJTg8OdqFDtllIwmrvcCz9nhYJVdd_9n2vyADxbiB5Od0eKApV6Kdn7qgvG3STNH0LYFXtZWv_3JWEzkC626a2jdfHoBLlqGJ3VXFe0hvKg52iUaE9J7MaYq9Uo/s400/VeggieUnderBed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536493676679677714" border="0" /></a>They were found on opposite ends of the place space, next to or under beds.<br /><br />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...<br /><br />But vegetables?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Covered in a condom?!!</span><br /><br />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 <span style="font-style: italic;">DOLLARS!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hV_p6jJSfge8unHMyLkUD5CG_XjMHtUBgWnc70taxfHmvPEf59z51BOuaH-Zdh1nz8keItDlX7gbRXHFihnLYXbpXjLbQ-aFy6D8iTQ9A1ZtK4nwTfcuHOctOo92Wv8jG8rGdE0YY_w/s1600/Cucumbers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hV_p6jJSfge8unHMyLkUD5CG_XjMHtUBgWnc70taxfHmvPEf59z51BOuaH-Zdh1nz8keItDlX7gbRXHFihnLYXbpXjLbQ-aFy6D8iTQ9A1ZtK4nwTfcuHOctOo92Wv8jG8rGdE0YY_w/s400/Cucumbers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536494025775533714" border="0" /></a><br />VERSUS...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3jNKl_08ZlKGPIH_HKoUTFHgl4f7Dwqly_XBDQ6DXLiHBr0rWHVfO8oHI3z0O_gGoXb6FVDKhgUUx_oDAI4ts6xj4XbyYbBsmwZjwtdAfYp6vdyJ_pg2vNNskjubme5YaKSJ6I4gtqXY/s1600/JeffStrykerDildo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3jNKl_08ZlKGPIH_HKoUTFHgl4f7Dwqly_XBDQ6DXLiHBr0rWHVfO8oHI3z0O_gGoXb6FVDKhgUUx_oDAI4ts6xj4XbyYbBsmwZjwtdAfYp6vdyJ_pg2vNNskjubme5YaKSJ6I4gtqXY/s400/JeffStrykerDildo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536494213343761394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What if you splurged on Stryker realness, but just don't feel up to his challenge?<br /><br />What if all you need is a small-ish red potato...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCA8G6rf1p2TQoUYvbRBGw1N2U2kltnR1dTA_CegS08EXN4h92JdN3fo_mOVjzb0R8gcD_4xCFYCjwxcPxsZzll2gVK1cSvr0YDVfa_QCP1YQJtVYDWuVd1XAbs40uEFbnBoJNBpN6Kyk/s1600/PotatoPenis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCA8G6rf1p2TQoUYvbRBGw1N2U2kltnR1dTA_CegS08EXN4h92JdN3fo_mOVjzb0R8gcD_4xCFYCjwxcPxsZzll2gVK1cSvr0YDVfa_QCP1YQJtVYDWuVd1XAbs40uEFbnBoJNBpN6Kyk/s400/PotatoPenis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536494695850273458" border="0" /></a><br /><br />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.<br />And if you're at a party and have a group of people to watch or assist, all the better!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYiBeK6R2PU-aoaNsg96Rfhvj9HWEHDLMHxzaZZoHSZmkD7wSVaPfHNLmtVHOEONaeThuX4F2fXkJm3Rz-F5GJBQ6xQYWK0E-ORN2CEigoFRybOG4fspWcFf-Nu0edDqe8Ik0vu76Y7h0/s1600/StringBean.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYiBeK6R2PU-aoaNsg96Rfhvj9HWEHDLMHxzaZZoHSZmkD7wSVaPfHNLmtVHOEONaeThuX4F2fXkJm3Rz-F5GJBQ6xQYWK0E-ORN2CEigoFRybOG4fspWcFf-Nu0edDqe8Ik0vu76Y7h0/s400/StringBean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536495988206605810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28uiUMAY2R9EPN2IrfluSLZPSd898GaRbJ07z9zx35xbH1B62N2vlJOWSeQmUNREix1wiv2TxMH2UZrpooR7cKEWBtildZCGLNs6Z2Ynd7RHJO_7ywFhbU11h4t7YKCMCRjuvmEHAsoI/s1600/ButternutSquash.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28uiUMAY2R9EPN2IrfluSLZPSd898GaRbJ07z9zx35xbH1B62N2vlJOWSeQmUNREix1wiv2TxMH2UZrpooR7cKEWBtildZCGLNs6Z2Ynd7RHJO_7ywFhbU11h4t7YKCMCRjuvmEHAsoI/s400/ButternutSquash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536496341285702370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7saim68e2vajRu8r1EvS3Rp6ei_jM4jArmhGwgsoIy6LtKt_DfxzrgZSOjfOw260hKYo3WCqcnHzXi2rsBf0QWLAPjk0yIj59yJcleEk1R41OEijganuKszVDzgrEBR6zvhafyxOPuaU/s1600/PerefectFitCucumber.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7saim68e2vajRu8r1EvS3Rp6ei_jM4jArmhGwgsoIy6LtKt_DfxzrgZSOjfOw260hKYo3WCqcnHzXi2rsBf0QWLAPjk0yIj59yJcleEk1R41OEijganuKszVDzgrEBR6zvhafyxOPuaU/s400/PerefectFitCucumber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536496557906196546" border="0" /></a><br />Afterward, the condom can be removed, the vegetable can be washed (optional) and sliced, heated and served for dinner!<br /><br />Seriously, why put a good zucchini to waste when it'd go perfect with Sunday's turkey roast with the family?<br /><br />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?<br /><br />And have a great Thanksgiving!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsj5EjsgbFRCg4gP3leWDQvyN09LbCe3-7YDhnP2yT4GDksqdoUxp6FPMmooqjLjS7KJV1j5TZqI2jjpdOpNBu-on2JLTrERklG5PhMkp-sAOTyJJfAe3R4S5DxR45CGRjkDugGS1FbFQ/s1600/BreadFuck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsj5EjsgbFRCg4gP3leWDQvyN09LbCe3-7YDhnP2yT4GDksqdoUxp6FPMmooqjLjS7KJV1j5TZqI2jjpdOpNBu-on2JLTrERklG5PhMkp-sAOTyJJfAe3R4S5DxR45CGRjkDugGS1FbFQ/s400/BreadFuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536495788598852770" border="0" /></a>Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-55418216896306706302010-10-23T04:30:00.000-07:002010-10-23T09:02:09.685-07:00Damage in Brooklyn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJ__qvUd5Ff9uNPons-CmSbpIziHrz-tkVHZ0q0DR-0WBf8SjPlFCznq6OQ49HklNEtOyS0Itn2WsXWBlRgAtTrwBj5XbCzn6zpuqJQX8mZZeVV22C33C3Ou02_N-uLCqOzm4YqkKa6I/s1600/LetsHaveFun.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJ__qvUd5Ff9uNPons-CmSbpIziHrz-tkVHZ0q0DR-0WBf8SjPlFCznq6OQ49HklNEtOyS0Itn2WsXWBlRgAtTrwBj5XbCzn6zpuqJQX8mZZeVV22C33C3Ou02_N-uLCqOzm4YqkKa6I/s400/LetsHaveFun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531270464299314370" border="0" /></a>I'm sure you heard about it in the news.<br />It happened unexpectedly, like never before.<br />Is was a big one unlike any other.<br />To experience it firsthand rattled my nerves.<br />And it came in and tore Brooklyn apart.<br />It destroyed whatever it touched.<br />It wreaked havoc with the locals.<br /><br />But to be honest.<br />In some TWISTed way, it was awesome to experience;<br />it's power was amazing.<br />And all who saw it could only stand back in amazement.<br />And watch as mother nature took her course.<br /><br />What am I talking about?<br /><br />The tornado in Brooklyn?<br /><br />No, I'm referring to the <span style="font-style: italic;">GIANT</span> 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!<br />Even the promoter who's seen it all (and is also African-American) was impressed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1ePRFjNrNfbu4oGuT4iZKr9PT1NJGyKYfpPLzFzT2LRSZVd4ue4UCXFIZojr6e8yCZtn25_5jvb0NPSQZrSdsOZ2K8t2b58z2JFs-Aicc84J0sZbO01L1P1_lllN5ZA03m2eoaCVi9U/s1600/ThisIsSoft.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1ePRFjNrNfbu4oGuT4iZKr9PT1NJGyKYfpPLzFzT2LRSZVd4ue4UCXFIZojr6e8yCZtn25_5jvb0NPSQZrSdsOZ2K8t2b58z2JFs-Aicc84J0sZbO01L1P1_lllN5ZA03m2eoaCVi9U/s400/ThisIsSoft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531203310222147474" border="0" /></a> (Actual photos from the party. AND THIS IS <span style="font-style: italic;">SOFT!</span> Read on...)<br /><br />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 <span style="font-style: italic;">AND</span> a show-er.<br /><br />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!"<br />He had been flirting with me earlier, perhaps because I was in charge. Or maybe because he found me attractive.<br />He seemed disappointed that we didn't get the chance to play.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyv53x03-0fwUJydPbhoBc2HoGn_PvJWXiJg55-pfJk61NtdROnpGNilRFpYk6RZryy4-vSAco4IixL82EgMiKK13Q_OhPWI8yCpJiqIB-bHy4fCeq2V9ebyldONvrCE3s_IvdcmqHPWI/s1600/Almost8soft.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyv53x03-0fwUJydPbhoBc2HoGn_PvJWXiJg55-pfJk61NtdROnpGNilRFpYk6RZryy4-vSAco4IixL82EgMiKK13Q_OhPWI8yCpJiqIB-bHy4fCeq2V9ebyldONvrCE3s_IvdcmqHPWI/s400/Almost8soft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531204543013553282" border="0" /></a>But <span style="font-style: italic;">seriously? </span> After seeing it fully erect?<br />IMPOSSIBLE!<br />I wouldn't know what to do with it except take a picture, so I asked if I could and he was <span style="font-style: italic;">more</span> than willing to have it documented. (A porn star in the making!)<br /><br />So I ran upstairs to get my camera.<br /><br />But by the time I returned, he had already lost his erection.<br />:-(<br />Having just cum, he said it would be a while before it got hard again.<br />I guess with <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> many veins to fill, it takes more than normal blood flow to get it back to full tumescence.<br /><br />But I took these photos of it soft, anyway!<br />Yowza.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSOtF4KlDCFns1qTiDzF-SYJ9ht5vsSRG3nbgMRKMj3dHeCBk-iEHOBrXo5_ChJWv_s82hIgqaW77q-6aXE6XaniI2z1Hm-8afM_te57lqVVDbaQoDWzmElaFAQq788HjOBoWZrCvMlaI/s1600/TooMuch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSOtF4KlDCFns1qTiDzF-SYJ9ht5vsSRG3nbgMRKMj3dHeCBk-iEHOBrXo5_ChJWv_s82hIgqaW77q-6aXE6XaniI2z1Hm-8afM_te57lqVVDbaQoDWzmElaFAQq788HjOBoWZrCvMlaI/s400/TooMuch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531204849815489858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />OH -- and there WAS a tornado in Brooklyn!<br /><br />When I looked out the window and saw debris flying horizontally, I <span style="font-style: italic;">knew</span> 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.<br /><br />In a situation like that, doesn't an empty sex dungeon suddenly sound calming and safe?<br /><br />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:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhgizSXNwAQ3yVjtGmURVJqEmMvfNlRnJ6EXuOGllvBaClXk9gfH1G5PzIbGX2iUcHTMcekhbotebwhkWA8uzETdGDm5s2pL8t-KmB5-wzivQjtOekmTyrv1th5NgqZNkGPYeUnO_CBY/s1600/BrooklynDestruction.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhgizSXNwAQ3yVjtGmURVJqEmMvfNlRnJ6EXuOGllvBaClXk9gfH1G5PzIbGX2iUcHTMcekhbotebwhkWA8uzETdGDm5s2pL8t-KmB5-wzivQjtOekmTyrv1th5NgqZNkGPYeUnO_CBY/s400/BrooklynDestruction.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531205710882126610" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUf8b12EY1huSza1331HnoMbyajs5ouSIB77jTGtVlLnJ2iNnM48CaJ0S0-bIo1cKiR7Z4Wa7P3TthAOrynEfLFVgu1Y4B1TF1JKTcw4mZr9aY4H2gH9-GCiRwyHb2CWaBLBgAAillpGg/s1600/ParkSlopeStorm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUf8b12EY1huSza1331HnoMbyajs5ouSIB77jTGtVlLnJ2iNnM48CaJ0S0-bIo1cKiR7Z4Wa7P3TthAOrynEfLFVgu1Y4B1TF1JKTcw4mZr9aY4H2gH9-GCiRwyHb2CWaBLBgAAillpGg/s400/ParkSlopeStorm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531205947051741554" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVdyKw1ZrBIIj043-XVkh5vbi6oP_u4cjBj-g33VOg179CrGZWU1at98gwS0mhfATEWN5mN2sCDFgUxHTsMQsXevqxByWNZGG6tNZJMCuukK6D9xIz19RvphG_BwxrNsBsEt0dKq-O-cY/s1600/branchOVERcar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVdyKw1ZrBIIj043-XVkh5vbi6oP_u4cjBj-g33VOg179CrGZWU1at98gwS0mhfATEWN5mN2sCDFgUxHTsMQsXevqxByWNZGG6tNZJMCuukK6D9xIz19RvphG_BwxrNsBsEt0dKq-O-cY/s400/branchOVERcar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531206230551960706" border="0" /></a>I also emailed the best ones to the local NBC affiliate and had them posted on the website.<br /><br />And even more impressive: had my name mentioned on the 11:00pm news broadcast along with one of them!<br /><br />P.S.: Watch for an upcoming video by Pickles and CoatCheckKelly that will involve the Brooklyn Tornado!<br /><br /><br />I was going to end this posting at this point, but I know you want more and the tornado is yesterday's news, so...<br /><br />Here are some photos of a patron attending one of the kink events at the party space.<br />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!)<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKcmr-SkdHd0aIusKMjVu2EHv3lUt2ejwq51JgJ2ObHzoWsT7j0PtCmod_eblHuAQ_N2eZVzPvdTr_axfgDLdEj9Na5E9M7PBaVNxqrHNu9WSVj-uvtoQLZKU6atnxvacCuV1HBDJWy4/s1600/BigJockFront.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKcmr-SkdHd0aIusKMjVu2EHv3lUt2ejwq51JgJ2ObHzoWsT7j0PtCmod_eblHuAQ_N2eZVzPvdTr_axfgDLdEj9Na5E9M7PBaVNxqrHNu9WSVj-uvtoQLZKU6atnxvacCuV1HBDJWy4/s400/BigJockFront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531266707678815346" border="0" /></a>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, <span style="font-style: italic;">some</span> of the guys. I think there was "shock and awe" again at the party space. Or maybe just "what the fuck is <span style="font-style: italic;">THAT?</span>"<br />Elephantitis of the balls? Is he diseased?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimtxHusck_CD8uckWrAmA8_9N9U0DWCCQUHk3n0Wobv4Icj6w6gD31XDCc7BaxbrhqPA1_vycYqIxR8URvNVLd02qjsMfEp3qw1tZPKhzwiD53v3WhI6bWuKouVbGKtlIfIEX34cK7fME/s1600/BigJockProfile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimtxHusck_CD8uckWrAmA8_9N9U0DWCCQUHk3n0Wobv4Icj6w6gD31XDCc7BaxbrhqPA1_vycYqIxR8URvNVLd02qjsMfEp3qw1tZPKhzwiD53v3WhI6bWuKouVbGKtlIfIEX34cK7fME/s400/BigJockProfile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531267145942618914" border="0" /></a>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 <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span> special was happening.<br /><br />And for those guys that <span style="font-style: italic;">WERE</span> turned on by the giant testicle sacs, what would they do?<br />Lick it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0M3j4EJrzTDvhruKsir9pHAzrS9KwYTAwKRTuIajXZ2CpCDm9mFBA0kREJI7qBEmCEqgie2ojuJ8NJpYgnZoonlmrxplDKJI63ppu2usA3AWG5Jchzst9_RdPW3ivOZGI8tmIWng_gw/s1600/BigBalls.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0M3j4EJrzTDvhruKsir9pHAzrS9KwYTAwKRTuIajXZ2CpCDm9mFBA0kREJI7qBEmCEqgie2ojuJ8NJpYgnZoonlmrxplDKJI63ppu2usA3AWG5Jchzst9_RdPW3ivOZGI8tmIWng_gw/s400/BigBalls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531267497870453378" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI66TODAVCGrL7XdoqN30spdL8vR_1CYfHyoe0Zaela_GQYNHemc1Voy8iNIbs89lff9arxeZ_L9bos-mQ6Mz1p3zcijiZHbW5lKRuaoLskWPM-OazBcd5Iak-JOUxS7TXjx8e1DOF85A/s1600/BigBallsWithCock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI66TODAVCGrL7XdoqN30spdL8vR_1CYfHyoe0Zaela_GQYNHemc1Voy8iNIbs89lff9arxeZ_L9bos-mQ6Mz1p3zcijiZHbW5lKRuaoLskWPM-OazBcd5Iak-JOUxS7TXjx8e1DOF85A/s400/BigBallsWithCock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531268360354764322" border="0" /></a>Unfortunately not mine.<br />I was curious, but the pictures aren't bringing up any erotic memories (although apart from the gigantic ball sac, <span style="font-style: italic;">the guy</span> was hot)!<br /><br /><br />But another picture <span style="font-style: italic;">does</span> 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 <span style="font-style: italic;">his</span> picture taken. He had an <span style="font-style: italic;">AMAZING</span> bubble ass, so I gladly indulged him and I have the proof:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5a3ETOpeJRMejCsGm_1wE9qHoIv2bG6ruhlIAcayzKwJrA3i7anzF7KooHdWYUT3SiBN1bzjQstmtUb7-c-L5_uaUmdPHERljnsNbalVcTQw_Mruu-JrxNFuEQT_B_vAW7Eyk-uQRiFM/s1600/NiceAss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5a3ETOpeJRMejCsGm_1wE9qHoIv2bG6ruhlIAcayzKwJrA3i7anzF7KooHdWYUT3SiBN1bzjQstmtUb7-c-L5_uaUmdPHERljnsNbalVcTQw_Mruu-JrxNFuEQT_B_vAW7Eyk-uQRiFM/s400/NiceAss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531268614827591682" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />What a nice way to end the evening!Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-17469256404431396772010-09-21T12:38:00.000-07:002010-09-21T15:50:15.193-07:00Boys 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 <span style="font-style: italic;">NOT</span> because they play people, but because they like <span style="font-style: italic;">TO</span> play with people.<br />They're instigators.<br />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.)<br /><br />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!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5Yk5O1J_DBwsMzt6UhHf5PJezTbV9R4lv4NLYmFGiYppL8T1qoTWtlkluqmvv9EXtV_R1yQEpCsQBaFeyw5s18xp0SE4P-u_EkK6PqVmyKZqNyqWqi_KTUiWpiKVYLiek6CcOoq0Yq4/s1600/gay-bareback-bukkake-gangbang-with-bukkake-boy-xenar-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5Yk5O1J_DBwsMzt6UhHf5PJezTbV9R4lv4NLYmFGiYppL8T1qoTWtlkluqmvv9EXtV_R1yQEpCsQBaFeyw5s18xp0SE4P-u_EkK6PqVmyKZqNyqWqi_KTUiWpiKVYLiek6CcOoq0Yq4/s400/gay-bareback-bukkake-gangbang-with-bukkake-boy-xenar-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519455184141400018" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />And so they hooked up at my party!<br />Both are very affectionate and touchy-feely, so it felt very nice to see them together.<br />Let's get specific.<br /><br />Two things:<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.)<br />He was in the position to take LatinMuscles' fist.<br />But it wasn't just LatinMuscles standing at the entrance to Herb's ass, there was <span style="font-style: italic;">another</span> hot Latin man <span style="font-style: italic;">also</span> there to lend a <span style="font-style: italic;">hand</span>.<br /><br />And not just <span style="font-style: italic;">any </span>hot Latin Man. <span style="font-style: italic;">This</span> 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 <span style="font-style: italic;">double fisting </span>Herb!<br />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 <span style="font-style: italic;">Splenda</span>!) 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.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>Or maybe it was more like a Saturday morning cartoon:<span style="font-style: italic;"> Wonder Twin Powers - activate! Form of... a traffic cone.</span><br />With Herb as the unwitting victim.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUjvIq0RdOvSs1EXNz6HzXxmd53fLK4WWoyrrCYkORLllY-WSSJOPdkZmA8tWbHX0GnOsWBDK3EYBLBvXZ8u1RiZnzbtbIX9tNWWg-a3YfcfPwJhvf3hia1SfxNoXDo-TR3ucPEKBOJI/s1600/6915838-hands-handshake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUjvIq0RdOvSs1EXNz6HzXxmd53fLK4WWoyrrCYkORLllY-WSSJOPdkZmA8tWbHX0GnOsWBDK3EYBLBvXZ8u1RiZnzbtbIX9tNWWg-a3YfcfPwJhvf3hia1SfxNoXDo-TR3ucPEKBOJI/s400/6915838-hands-handshake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519461548318573602" border="0" /></a>That's not true; Herb was certainly no victim -- he knew what he was getting into.<br />Or rather, what was <span style="font-style: italic;">getting into him</span>.<br />But actually <span style="font-style: italic;">NO!</span><br />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.<br /><br />Okay, so palm-to-palm; how romantic and loving!<br />What's the other loving thing I saw happen between LatinMuscles and Herb that night?<br /><br />2) Sleeping in my bed, spooning each other!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRz7vJC6oIJWKxHT5HESdZfSuVDM-6hUjP9RvI0zFCiNlClazk2cV-BiX8WbqORXGyQaBt8Cj3Z_qv6gTXokQfKQgjFaN1r6-X2a9laZX6HV4oCHAzwtrg6NJZhr7W-xMo5XskQKJsUpI/s1600/ggw+%281%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRz7vJC6oIJWKxHT5HESdZfSuVDM-6hUjP9RvI0zFCiNlClazk2cV-BiX8WbqORXGyQaBt8Cj3Z_qv6gTXokQfKQgjFaN1r6-X2a9laZX6HV4oCHAzwtrg6NJZhr7W-xMo5XskQKJsUpI/s400/ggw+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519462847055246338" border="0" /></a>(The above image is only to illustrate the story and is neither Herb nor LatinMuscles!)<br /><br />After all the intense sex Herb and LatinMuscles had (and there seemed to be a lot of it!) -- it <span style="font-style: italic;">had</span> to come to an end.<br /><br />Even while the party was still going on downstairs (plus the requisite clean up) Herb and LatinMuscles were crashed out in unconscious bliss.<br />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!<br />(I slept on the couch.)<br /><br />But when they woke up Sunday <span style="font-style: italic;">afternoon</span> (not <span style="font-style: italic;">morning</span>), 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!<br />Sometimes <span style="font-style: italic;">He's </span>just<span style="font-style: italic;"> Gotta Have It!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IliNh3cpRU41X1BqtFqxgX4VixPjgV0LZfaG9bqnpEwXHVN36jf63Dx_TRlBUEBsLg8PEOjC-1heC3mHFfBCIslXt-VtcG9RZS2ILgdyJ2eRttuqvS9oJuQ3i0nngYG0-ceUbKZxEmM/s1600/gay+bear+sex+fucking+sucking+anal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 328px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IliNh3cpRU41X1BqtFqxgX4VixPjgV0LZfaG9bqnpEwXHVN36jf63Dx_TRlBUEBsLg8PEOjC-1heC3mHFfBCIslXt-VtcG9RZS2ILgdyJ2eRttuqvS9oJuQ3i0nngYG0-ceUbKZxEmM/s400/gay+bear+sex+fucking+sucking+anal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519501296668962146" border="0" /></a><br />------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAyLYTNk2xRInn3-p1FzFXxbv92ozTVrvfucoiRb_MJ9RbE3TphadwERf5uG06S6psLbRLCnCAmipMfgupVLEr2evcc7WTuqOTLeUptanwhf3P-Uubn8KgrlHCCFTN_qRrpI8TE1UwzKU/s1600/woman_on_phone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 341px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAyLYTNk2xRInn3-p1FzFXxbv92ozTVrvfucoiRb_MJ9RbE3TphadwERf5uG06S6psLbRLCnCAmipMfgupVLEr2evcc7WTuqOTLeUptanwhf3P-Uubn8KgrlHCCFTN_qRrpI8TE1UwzKU/s400/woman_on_phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519502147114455698" border="0" /></a>I got a call from the host of the trannie (or is it spelled <span style="font-style: italic;">tranny</span>?) party that her young, beautiful (and highly efficient) drag friend who does coat check was <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> available to work that weekend. And, did I know of anybody who could do it?<br />And, I only had a day to find someone, preferably someone who does drag -- or was willing to try doing drag!<br /><br />All the people who might be able to do it who are <span style="font-style: italic;">known</span> for doing drag were either busy, out of town or never got back to me.<br /><br />And then there's CoatCheckKelly, the always-dependable person who works at three other events.<br />Yes, he was available!<br />But would he do it i drag?<br /><br />In a word, "<span style="font-style: italic;">YES!</span>"<br /><br />The thing is, by the time he <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> 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 <span style="font-style: italic;">WAY</span> below the surface). CoatCheckKelly has big bushy eyebrows to rival those of local tv personality George Whipple!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFjlhRQOuI1po0a2vRcuxgR_JVREh04SzX2virrA8DZBxBM8xT66om9HcSCunnvKHV7y9sBow0KKZWm2WN5FJwKH-u3ECqR6cbniPIPDQM-uq2a9o-06kKKNINmi1ji31R3-e5yrC06c/s1600/georgeseyebrows.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFjlhRQOuI1po0a2vRcuxgR_JVREh04SzX2virrA8DZBxBM8xT66om9HcSCunnvKHV7y9sBow0KKZWm2WN5FJwKH-u3ECqR6cbniPIPDQM-uq2a9o-06kKKNINmi1ji31R3-e5yrC06c/s400/georgeseyebrows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519466560437527442" border="0" /></a> 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.<br /><br />CoatCheckKelly also had no women's shoes. (I needed mine!) So he had to wear sneakers.<br />And the wig he chose was dark and straight, giving him the appearance of a male hippy.<br /><br />The dress?<br />It exposed most of his (generous and dark) chest hair.<br /><br />But he put his best (sneakered) foot forward and made his way downstairs to the party.<br />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.<br />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.<br /><br />As the night wore on and the makeup wore <span style="font-style: italic;">OFF</span> (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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI9lrAfwLYp9CrAfcmKefSoWImvVQ8nFzEvZrcv5LIHAUxpZksUCb-nH35URlpkXWuWPuzWyfL2XPMc123Or5Obw4lDIcvHTnYDLzHlk-ZAHJImamQGwJf-GGEtZY-CQLA4AEQFlhsLZc/s1600/fs_RobbieWilliams.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI9lrAfwLYp9CrAfcmKefSoWImvVQ8nFzEvZrcv5LIHAUxpZksUCb-nH35URlpkXWuWPuzWyfL2XPMc123Or5Obw4lDIcvHTnYDLzHlk-ZAHJImamQGwJf-GGEtZY-CQLA4AEQFlhsLZc/s400/fs_RobbieWilliams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519468708540248594" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br />I know that wasn't his intent (nor mine as the one who helped put the look together).<br /><br />Alas, I've come to realize, putting something together properly takes time.<br />And if you're gonna do drag -- or rather, do it <span style="font-style: italic;">well</span> -- 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!)<br /><br />Things probably would've been better if CoatCheckKelly had just done it as a boy.<br />Lesson learned.<br /><br />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!<br />Now <span style="font-style: italic;">that's</span> redemption!<br />The Britney dress certainly helped. (See photo below.)<br /><br />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!<br /><br />At the trannie party Pickles goes by the names "Michelle" and "Trixie!"<br />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!<br /><br />The two highlights there were:<br /><br />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<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUL5PAxIq03WRgj5FveV5HNHm0OjLI6OM11mvmCoScRz7HSIRTUD50U_BzeZxTEwRdLfBDy1RiFzhLxXM_yNNOrlQEvfinnORlvx6ZK0gdXPIDbdPfzmZQlO2fMudJCJ-ThUlnfommQdo/s1600/cokeGLASS+lipstick.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUL5PAxIq03WRgj5FveV5HNHm0OjLI6OM11mvmCoScRz7HSIRTUD50U_BzeZxTEwRdLfBDy1RiFzhLxXM_yNNOrlQEvfinnORlvx6ZK0gdXPIDbdPfzmZQlO2fMudJCJ-ThUlnfommQdo/s400/cokeGLASS+lipstick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519477832289351666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />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.<br />But that wasn't all.<br />The hostess of the party came up and took <span style="font-style: italic;">her</span> turn flogging the man like a maniac -- at twice the speed!<br />Impressive.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS34SLnWjfRUtDxpc02NUOScKKue-atxwqKUnzW4zGUaLbFeqfUxwvCOhACfX7b0IHi24-fa8g-MRJjRb_Jha1BxhQ0QkulxMfmjBm5hf2qEVWCeJMGpzvYHfdpPVHetVO_s6dGA9WKGc/s1600/male-slave-used-in-the-bathroom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS34SLnWjfRUtDxpc02NUOScKKue-atxwqKUnzW4zGUaLbFeqfUxwvCOhACfX7b0IHi24-fa8g-MRJjRb_Jha1BxhQ0QkulxMfmjBm5hf2qEVWCeJMGpzvYHfdpPVHetVO_s6dGA9WKGc/s400/male-slave-used-in-the-bathroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519478340435085618" border="0" /></a><br />Some girls really know how to be dominant!<br /><br />And I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">NOT </span>referring to Pickles' appearance at the LGBT "Back-to-Catholic-School" party as Mother Superior, aka Sister Mary Pickles:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBC1GzTFE7l_TgM9GwtKN22SeIQqmCtz2LXZxK6CvlQWHmZ_lUtyVt4nRVai92xI26qBOwTe5Vv0_NjIGZNweQbd1bd-EfC2VUOBrnHHuj5CrUTlXJYzwOIzGi-ZDS0wORl9DJ6N0GRF8/s1600/ClassOf2011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBC1GzTFE7l_TgM9GwtKN22SeIQqmCtz2LXZxK6CvlQWHmZ_lUtyVt4nRVai92xI26qBOwTe5Vv0_NjIGZNweQbd1bd-EfC2VUOBrnHHuj5CrUTlXJYzwOIzGi-ZDS0wORl9DJ6N0GRF8/s400/ClassOf2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519485878196604818" border="0" /></a><br />Because goodness knows, Pickles (the hostess of the LGBT parties) certainly knows how to rule!<br /><br />And <span style="font-style: italic;">that (Pickles as RULER)</span>...<br />...will be the subject of an upcoming <span style="font-style: italic;">truly-life-altering</span> story.Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-43341857517139643482010-09-04T12:30:00.000-07:002012-11-19T16:07:02.948-08:00Nice to Feet You!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyhqGCFA-mhOzj_Vvo1jshLlyijPkPxwDB0zDn5DHMG0j7rrWc0qcj7hKwTr7v1j6Fxld1CQsnrdhvjS_Ua-DVj7dRGxFtUrwH08gzroarpmUKbAqE4JsmdIYD1DwnGSFab3ULcy5LPY/s1600/toe+closeup.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514430102872931570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyhqGCFA-mhOzj_Vvo1jshLlyijPkPxwDB0zDn5DHMG0j7rrWc0qcj7hKwTr7v1j6Fxld1CQsnrdhvjS_Ua-DVj7dRGxFtUrwH08gzroarpmUKbAqE4JsmdIYD1DwnGSFab3ULcy5LPY/s400/toe+closeup.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 353px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
As much fun as Spain was/is, it's always nice to return home.<br />
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Only on <span style="font-style: italic;">this </span>return home, news from the sex party world of NYC was <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> encouraging.<br />
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A party space in Manhattan was closed down and another venue allegedly had someone die from a heart attack! Yikes.<br />
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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.<br />
So far things have been ok for us -- we're very fortunate. However we do our best to <span style="font-style: italic;">enforce</span> our strict standards of behavior, in part with the requirements of no-barebacking and not doing drugs.<br />
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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.<br />
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There was only one sexual standout from the first party back from Spain.<br />
He was/is a <span style="font-style: italic;">beautiful</span> 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.<br />
Good!<br />
More for me.<br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwIoZTFJM_eayVVPb7NxDyWNx_8tm46jHGs6UyT1cWYOVchKWEm4Y25TooTAPd8G-oMMxsDTFJ_UXoq8ik9RkiXPt9uDVNdjFtEyiskdOO_-LS-0m2NToFNZLr-C_bGgRKmJbUsUj-B0/s1600/longest-eyelashes3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513147107914874194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwIoZTFJM_eayVVPb7NxDyWNx_8tm46jHGs6UyT1cWYOVchKWEm4Y25TooTAPd8G-oMMxsDTFJ_UXoq8ik9RkiXPt9uDVNdjFtEyiskdOO_-LS-0m2NToFNZLr-C_bGgRKmJbUsUj-B0/s400/longest-eyelashes3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 233px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
I was hesitant to play with him, since we <span style="font-style: italic;">know</span> 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.<br />
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.)<br />
<br />
He agreed!<br />
<br />
Yes!<br />
<br />
And honestly, who doesn't like a good blow job?<br />
I'm not sure if I'm good at it, but Michael Musto wrote about me in his <span style="font-style: italic;">Village Voice</span> 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!"<br />
So if the <span style="font-style: italic;">Village Voice</span> says I'm a good cock sucker, I guess I am!<br />
In theory.<br />
<br />
But back to my Middle Eastern man with the long eyelashes "Abraham."<br />
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?<br />
<br />
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).<br />
<br />
"Do you like feet?" I asked the obvious.<br />
"Yes!" Abraham admitted, smiling as he (already) started massaging my toes.<br />
The foot play was clumsy with the sandal on, so I took it off, allowing Abraham full access so he could <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> get into it!<br />
Within seconds, his penis had completely stiffened, something I was unable to achieve by blowing him.<br />
<br />
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 <span style="font-style: italic;">being</span> there!<br />
<br />
He loved it! He was hooked! I had him!<br />
It was not so much like the line from the Rene Zellweger/Tom Cruise movie <span style="font-style: italic;">Jerry McGuire</span> "You had me at <span style="font-style: italic;">HELLO</span>," it was more like, "You had me <span style="font-style: italic;">with your foot</span>" with the star from <span style="font-style: italic;">Slumdog Millionaire</span>, Dev Patel.<br />
Seriously. I <span style="font-style: italic;">had</span> him!<br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYT8Lkddti4NdirXMRVR0AYQGw6QB8n8NLX1XfgSxjnEQTdShszi7BMPCEx9VLv6iKPrA_irKamjVlnL6cmImK5ripvLmuQOF1p5FhYnjGhnLK1i_CrQ1cLClcYuEnZIDC6gwY6VcWP5A/s1600/DevNaked.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514421802501387682" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYT8Lkddti4NdirXMRVR0AYQGw6QB8n8NLX1XfgSxjnEQTdShszi7BMPCEx9VLv6iKPrA_irKamjVlnL6cmImK5ripvLmuQOF1p5FhYnjGhnLK1i_CrQ1cLClcYuEnZIDC6gwY6VcWP5A/s400/DevNaked.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 344px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
As Abraham rubbed and played with it, he'd have to stop himself and take a deep breath.<br />
"Is everything ok?" I asked.<br />
"Yeah, I just don't want to cum yet."<br />
I loved it: feeling my foot was bringing him to the edge!<br />
<br />
So I encouraged him to indulge and was happy to have a very sexy guy beholden and obsessed with <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> 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 <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> mutually hot affair!)<br />
<br />
So <span style="font-style: italic;">go for it</span>, Abraham! And he did.<br />
Bringing himself to the edge several times!<br />
I suggested he have his orgasm there with me (why <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span>?) but he had pledged his load to someone he was fucking earlier (I was there watching<span style="font-style: italic;"> that</span> scene, wishing it was <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> who was getting fucked -- maybe next time -- I asked and he's open to it!)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_DMC2iVs5CaNBEX4kQNxW5tHYXCXO5Qjrmwe9wEEeQXtmqsqho9h6LYXyzYCnEJhTIgk7ReqaNEXtNu9OGPuga4HxjS_JuozobdaBQ_GFmaFx-53AKPrYZOClB9F8JxRCSvweo06_QbA/s1600/footFetishASS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513148044436931858" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_DMC2iVs5CaNBEX4kQNxW5tHYXCXO5Qjrmwe9wEEeQXtmqsqho9h6LYXyzYCnEJhTIgk7ReqaNEXtNu9OGPuga4HxjS_JuozobdaBQ_GFmaFx-53AKPrYZOClB9F8JxRCSvweo06_QbA/s400/footFetishASS.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 299px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Interestingly, when I <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> watching him fuck someone in a small room (with a removed door and hanging ball chains at the entrance) a <span style="font-style: italic;">very</span> large man bull-dozed his way past me, crushing me into the door frame so he could get access to Abraham.<br />
Clearly the big man was not invited and was not respecting the scene.<br />
I was offended and walked away.<br />
And when I mentioned it to Abraham later, he said he kept pushing the Bulldozer's hand away, but he wouldn't listen and <span style="font-style: italic;">kept</span> touching them.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">UNACCEPTABLE!</span><br />
<br />
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!"<br />
So I searched the space to find the Large Bull Dozer and <span style="font-style: italic;">told</span> him his behavior was unacceptable, that there had been complaints and if he kept it up, he'd have to leave.<br />
<br />
He heard me, but he didn't say anything.<br />
He <span style="font-style: italic;">knew</span> what I was talking about, even though he may have not spoken or understood English.<br />
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.<br />
Priceless.<br />
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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.<br />
Why not me? Not that I "wanted his load" but I wanted to be there when it happened.<br />
Or at least my <span style="font-style: italic;">FOOT</span> should be there!<br />
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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.<br />
<br />
There use to be another guy that would give me a blow job at the original piss party and he was <span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> 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 <span style="font-style: italic;">passionate</span> and consumed is a turn on.<br />
<br />
And so it was with Abraham.<br />
Watching <span style="font-style: italic;">him</span> get so turned on by my foot was turning <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> 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 <span style="font-style: italic;">will </span>be a next time and he <span style="font-style: italic;">will</span> fuck me!) if he's into <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> 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!<br />
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Back in the party space, Abraham had gone missing!<br />
Where was he?<br />
I'm sure he was with the guy he would end his night with.<br />
And I had to be there.<br />
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).<br />
<br />
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!)<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
But what could I do?<br />
<br />
Watching was not enough.<br />
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.<br />
Maybe he could masturbate me, but this wasn't about <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> orgasm, this was my contribution to <span style="font-style: italic;">his</span>! And masturbating me wasn't going to cut it.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
If I <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> wanted to help him achieve his best orgasm, it was clear that Abraham needed to be interacting with my foot.<br />
<br />
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!<br />
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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?)<br />
So the only thing there to play with were my toes and about an extra inch of my foot!<br />
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.<br />
<br />
Occasionally he'd move his hand away to do something else, but he kept coming back to the foot!<br />
<br />
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The whole time this transpired I was watching him through the upper peep hole, getting off on <span style="font-style: italic;">his</span> 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!<br />
<br />
And he did.<br />
I can't remember if he was actually touching my foot when he came, but it was close!<br />
And I believe the guy was there on his knees to receive the load.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
I hate to overstay my welcome!<br />
It's best to keep them wanting more!<br />
<br />
But as he checked his clothes and was heading out the door, I said "You really like feet, don't you?"<br />
Abraham, with his long beautiful lashes, just smiled and said, "Yeah!"<br />
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Next time I see him there, I'll make sure I'm wearing sandals.Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-89636920623798299792010-09-02T09:46:00.000-07:002010-09-02T16:38:33.885-07:00Trip to Spain - Part 2Wednesday 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.<br /><br />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 <span style="font-style: italic;">THE</span> hot party was to go to that night. She found out it was a Foam party called "Shampoo" at a disco called "Trailer."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohZmQ1byaUEh5C4rHHFzthtcaXQMLOk0qKi6JvkIcidLG7KPOSJbLrQ3mpsqwXAvOKZMPiBQqEMiqQFnWeEyIFMRCH5rC_4mjQ4Shr3psJ2Xyw2YqJDDBk4__or_S68jH5FElVM2CkoM/s1600/BootsForWalking.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohZmQ1byaUEh5C4rHHFzthtcaXQMLOk0qKi6JvkIcidLG7KPOSJbLrQ3mpsqwXAvOKZMPiBQqEMiqQFnWeEyIFMRCH5rC_4mjQ4Shr3psJ2Xyw2YqJDDBk4__or_S68jH5FElVM2CkoM/s400/BootsForWalking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512413825575766386" border="0" /></a>Wanting to be a little alternative, but realizing the Pickles persona was <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> 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." )<br /><br />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 <span style="font-style: italic;">US</span>?!!!<br /><br />"The boots?" I asked, thinking maybe they wanted a picture of just the boots!<br />I couldn't imagine that anyone would want to take a picture of a 47 year old man dressed <span style="font-style: italic;">WAY</span> to young for his age, but alas, <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span> 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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcz6D3EGzpIvWSq_7TVePfcW2VfMYtR3Avfg78vlr_TLUsqChwYSi3UrU6ZBDDkJaVtOf5U-GydjwX4dzF-J17mZ5eF0Y-8IJTWjI9HQnyn-viZnUSnaHVAkujarWDO35CiyLGsUfgr5U/s1600/TrailerDisco3A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcz6D3EGzpIvWSq_7TVePfcW2VfMYtR3Avfg78vlr_TLUsqChwYSi3UrU6ZBDDkJaVtOf5U-GydjwX4dzF-J17mZ5eF0Y-8IJTWjI9HQnyn-viZnUSnaHVAkujarWDO35CiyLGsUfgr5U/s400/TrailerDisco3A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512414615416795650" border="0" /></a><br />Back to being a guy, Herb and I attended something that I had never experienced before: a dance floor filled with foam.<br />"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!<br />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.<br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yn2essFmeNq6HdvN6u1aICrmBTj6J10wAT0kzSOgFW8RmG7L6exAIM9GK38tU_XUz3tiTl3LbA1Ya6WcPdqmELvgxDi4pRC34oDvaH-sPHNFggwz9msxhnR9553DtcRWbxU7E9Ac72I/s1600/TrailerDisco2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yn2essFmeNq6HdvN6u1aICrmBTj6J10wAT0kzSOgFW8RmG7L6exAIM9GK38tU_XUz3tiTl3LbA1Ya6WcPdqmELvgxDi4pRC34oDvaH-sPHNFggwz9msxhnR9553DtcRWbxU7E9Ac72I/s400/TrailerDisco2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512415127952106050" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br />Crazy!<br />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 <span style="font-style: italic;">body parts</span> started rubbing against one another!<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Or18-26z3_9wfMxHXoGNV_GWKLsjyWE8lsUJTSLpib2bImOekm_cdEEE7yZGsb9A2lQGwMVaC85KXT6d_4KbwP3Uytg1NLvT26CcsUMKC1qs9e5kz8B34uhuAZw98xSLU__-igloowU/s1600/TrailerDisco9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Or18-26z3_9wfMxHXoGNV_GWKLsjyWE8lsUJTSLpib2bImOekm_cdEEE7yZGsb9A2lQGwMVaC85KXT6d_4KbwP3Uytg1NLvT26CcsUMKC1qs9e5kz8B34uhuAZw98xSLU__-igloowU/s400/TrailerDisco9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512417521102470354" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br />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!<br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmZcTLeeyXlQ0_RRfURTfyLt_3D-0salG3swXlWj6seRYLFh0H9Rpr1VMT0n2oKPRaUaHe1Fi-DDRGW9ZpSHfBz1UUM-NLYvytubKbXaZpQB7quHRFihdUbe4rq_LO1RmaTE1cX2Smak/s1600/TrailerDisco0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmZcTLeeyXlQ0_RRfURTfyLt_3D-0salG3swXlWj6seRYLFh0H9Rpr1VMT0n2oKPRaUaHe1Fi-DDRGW9ZpSHfBz1UUM-NLYvytubKbXaZpQB7quHRFihdUbe4rq_LO1RmaTE1cX2Smak/s400/TrailerDisco0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512415610462993986" border="0" /></a><br />There's a reason this particular event has such a popular reputation.<br />This was beyond sensual. This was full on sex! On the dance floor!<br />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!<br />And I wasn't going to trust getting soap inside my rectum or risk a tear as I fucked someone else.<br /><br />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!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyyORo96qqs2KrTBn1kgHLGKJUJUJY4hKr_Fbh_mcZbvEdQvABgVAxfqLNlSqvs659XxDKRTYOB1upVCXgDfH_zHqo_aUYN9IhZmnyNZDQNR_IYbA7fjeZXUMikQ6Oxhyphenhyphen7tPP4K0WrAV8/s1600/TrailerDisco1A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyyORo96qqs2KrTBn1kgHLGKJUJUJY4hKr_Fbh_mcZbvEdQvABgVAxfqLNlSqvs659XxDKRTYOB1upVCXgDfH_zHqo_aUYN9IhZmnyNZDQNR_IYbA7fjeZXUMikQ6Oxhyphenhyphen7tPP4K0WrAV8/s400/TrailerDisco1A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512415933694224146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Herb</span>, on the other hand (and I mean <span style="font-style: italic;">other hand,</span> literally) was once again -- <span style="font-style: italic;">getting fisted! ON THE DANCE FLOOR! IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE, COVERED IN FOAM! </span><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKa2-vIQcOftTNQK48godx90VXPkXpqqkdFoo4GtBtw1gjeVkvUOzUGs1yfKTaatnk4T8XDo54alt_lSMT7esSRKa_-_6gRrCd70dnPl9IrXtc-ISCCpANIvWcMQX2ylXjKJuGuYxKOLs/s1600/TrailerDisco4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 377px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKa2-vIQcOftTNQK48godx90VXPkXpqqkdFoo4GtBtw1gjeVkvUOzUGs1yfKTaatnk4T8XDo54alt_lSMT7esSRKa_-_6gRrCd70dnPl9IrXtc-ISCCpANIvWcMQX2ylXjKJuGuYxKOLs/s400/TrailerDisco4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512416343280607922" border="0" /></a><br />I "finished" the night making out with a sexy tall Asian cutie (who did <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> fulfill stereotypes), kissing his delicious lips and feeling his incredibly smooth ass (the foam really makes <span style="font-style: italic;">everything</span> 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.<br />So I let him.<br />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.<br /><br />I was ready to go.<br />And time was clearly running out and the party was thinning.<br /><br />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!<br />He wanted them <span style="font-style: italic;">ALL</span> to fist Herb -- <span style="font-style: italic;">and Herb seemed willing!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKi9LBAgY4iDuKHQSaxlxmSu2079-yu_41F8arzadgvt9QtwfslTEB3NRgW50BAwIt3JgmCqoHn8D_mAIhwjedEThODloj7vnSt3rOT_XZZlEgQpN1A8RmV71cHEGD-CXZOzpdjLpdco/s1600/trailerdisco6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKi9LBAgY4iDuKHQSaxlxmSu2079-yu_41F8arzadgvt9QtwfslTEB3NRgW50BAwIt3JgmCqoHn8D_mAIhwjedEThODloj7vnSt3rOT_XZZlEgQpN1A8RmV71cHEGD-CXZOzpdjLpdco/s400/trailerdisco6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512416770520160338" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />It was indeed ending time and the lights were starting to come on.<br />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.<br />So <span style="font-style: italic;">THERE</span> was Herb, semi-bent over and the only completely naked person remaining -- as three guys attempted to fist his ass!<br />It was clear that one was the instigator, directing the other two as they took their turns entering Herb as deeply as possible.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbHFsotuZa3hw5a2-GiU2Jdseb5DrENFUp-QpVXCywvs17NVX3kANXwYJl70HYSr_GKwHVcqNf5xcctw-ukz2BoT-_DT3T9aeQqz4rMdViHRpC1JkOYrW0cmhI8wwavDxbgqVgc81267g/s1600/TrailerDisco3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbHFsotuZa3hw5a2-GiU2Jdseb5DrENFUp-QpVXCywvs17NVX3kANXwYJl70HYSr_GKwHVcqNf5xcctw-ukz2BoT-_DT3T9aeQqz4rMdViHRpC1JkOYrW0cmhI8wwavDxbgqVgc81267g/s400/TrailerDisco3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512417110576497954" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NLBkk1c2jYNVxBqqjKPTfCX2EX_D37vtVcWC1A0nfdZtwg-Wake9Zn5yagzXOveABuznvZpdgT-zReDsfP2lMxejsI9eypWB0vioeLExHz5FQwDeZwU_SXx3JjvO2sXCa1SOS70V1aw/s1600/tired_dog_on_beach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NLBkk1c2jYNVxBqqjKPTfCX2EX_D37vtVcWC1A0nfdZtwg-Wake9Zn5yagzXOveABuznvZpdgT-zReDsfP2lMxejsI9eypWB0vioeLExHz5FQwDeZwU_SXx3JjvO2sXCa1SOS70V1aw/s400/tired_dog_on_beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512454898961570146" border="0" /></a>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.)<br />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.<br /><br />All in all the foam party was for me, the sexual highlight of my trip to Spain.<br />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.<br /><br />And I was amazed at how <span style="font-style: italic;">young</span> the guys were.<br />But I wasn't able to see their true age and beauty until the lights went up and everyone was well illuminated.<br />What was I doing there? Who cares.<br />I <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> there.<br />And I loved it.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A LOT!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7pkbWFRj1STdJPZkSoiJ64TvfDNl7nE63ZnWO2IlzpLh-nC4RHVmNmqYXxVL3Qgx4HV9WfUo2ynhpohPRSJeVJTdrbbrNk11CAT99K90BmNdDlyHiTmG7nrPw0sJZ-ymd8CTivAFO4mE/s1600/TrailerDisco2A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7pkbWFRj1STdJPZkSoiJ64TvfDNl7nE63ZnWO2IlzpLh-nC4RHVmNmqYXxVL3Qgx4HV9WfUo2ynhpohPRSJeVJTdrbbrNk11CAT99K90BmNdDlyHiTmG7nrPw0sJZ-ymd8CTivAFO4mE/s400/TrailerDisco2A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512418103055982210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What could possibly top that?<br />Anything?<br /><br />Hm.<br />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?<br /><br /><br />So on our final day together, Herb and I began in nature and ended up at Sauna Sitges.<br /><br />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!<br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxTsLP79HMO-fPzoUJAdVPmTotKCLRMwR3ZMQMTkIhEt8efH45dTwvbbzwdHpgX-yMuEnhEFOlKxUYLKenCmy2dOChvMxv749M1uMWr3H3vsuMjNeBofDzZQuNgDTcLItw5we-ZW5qo3o/s1600/sitges+beach+map.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxTsLP79HMO-fPzoUJAdVPmTotKCLRMwR3ZMQMTkIhEt8efH45dTwvbbzwdHpgX-yMuEnhEFOlKxUYLKenCmy2dOChvMxv749M1uMWr3H3vsuMjNeBofDzZQuNgDTcLItw5we-ZW5qo3o/s400/sitges+beach+map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512418512597247250" border="0" /></a><br />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!<br />There's also a tunnel accessing the beach that goes <span style="font-style: italic;">under </span>the railroad tracks and connects you to the adjacent cruising area!<br />So that's where we stayed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrAhVy4n9m4si9ARL8Emw8u4hImkkBVidxlRY7_2QZ_ege9FWYQ5Zyk4TSPSyC3V5vb2DS-qaOLDI1CIA3-0Wl4dPlylAH7WBh8JISBcoACwgUNtEg3Yj35Zw86X84xgxfNxRNsP8cnFY/s1600/stackedSTONES.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrAhVy4n9m4si9ARL8Emw8u4hImkkBVidxlRY7_2QZ_ege9FWYQ5Zyk4TSPSyC3V5vb2DS-qaOLDI1CIA3-0Wl4dPlylAH7WBh8JISBcoACwgUNtEg3Yj35Zw86X84xgxfNxRNsP8cnFY/s400/stackedSTONES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512425451642094562" border="0" /></a><br />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!<br /><br />Have I officially labeled myself a 'nudist/naturist?'<br />I am.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixTSvuC52utSOGv4Qq01CXuHCgE15gUU97BKNA8-0GCz2WTk8LeDlhMOD-lJio4IvZFx877PqfTny8NjJc8ogjNyDYOVO5yKof21oIuOPfchBMIPajmv7Ss1ooPXqpXdp3crCqInVSmSI/s1600/BeachTunnel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixTSvuC52utSOGv4Qq01CXuHCgE15gUU97BKNA8-0GCz2WTk8LeDlhMOD-lJio4IvZFx877PqfTny8NjJc8ogjNyDYOVO5yKof21oIuOPfchBMIPajmv7Ss1ooPXqpXdp3crCqInVSmSI/s400/BeachTunnel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512429213034908386" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />Nonetheless, Herb and I stripped off our sarongs (after crossing the railroad tracks) and walked around naked, searching for sex scenes in the woods.<br />Unfortunately there were only a couple spots were anything was happening.<br />And when a couple was approached, their activity would stop until they were alone again.<br />How boring is <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span>?<br />I mean, I'm already naked and masturbating -- at least let me <span style="font-style: italic;">watch</span>!<br />Does that make me a creepy letch?<br />So be it.<br /><br />But even with the odds against us, Herb managed to get a four-way going!<br />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 <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> gathering. And the guy who <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> fucking Herb (old and skinny with a <span style="font-style: italic;">big</span> dick) was attempting and failing with a condom.<br /><br />In other words, the natural alternative to a Foam Party was not going to happen on this excursion, as much as I<span style="font-style: italic;"> love</span> to be naked in nature.<br /><br />That said, it was nice to just walk around naked and <span style="font-style: italic;">be</span> in nature, away from civilization (except for that train whistle every ten minutes, which can surprisingly harken back to earlier times!)<br />So maybe I didn't get the sex I was hoping for, but I got to be naked in nature.<br />And <span style="font-style: italic;">yay</span> to that!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrMS2NDaOCo7jOR0jPGVgQhR5CFAC13nFuTCG238DlLgYB5e7CIbnV3fdR1XpO5HjjhJx6I-SL6es6pJWpinpYzIfg0kk_VbTR7s1Vs2XPH1RWxvkrkb0gn6C6RHA9YkTP1e7fL8KvRw/s1600/goAWAY.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrMS2NDaOCo7jOR0jPGVgQhR5CFAC13nFuTCG238DlLgYB5e7CIbnV3fdR1XpO5HjjhJx6I-SL6es6pJWpinpYzIfg0kk_VbTR7s1Vs2XPH1RWxvkrkb0gn6C6RHA9YkTP1e7fL8KvRw/s400/goAWAY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512463035016130178" border="0" /></a><br />Being naked in nature is something some people <span style="font-style: italic;">have</span> to do -- like LatinMuscles in Prospect Park on the Fourth of July.<br />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!)<br /><br />The daytime now gone, I had one final evening in Sitges with my sex friend Herb.<br /><br />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.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5QRIAwVjmu1YkTNIEqFi1U6396Kw5iMkIW9IIxHX0r1RYGu5hb4SaTZQ-jRBJReJtio_IPWLOt-uy-kHdMc-8O9AlJ1m-zZq91ESPsluEH4gMIjh8OPAWcRmxAeuEKdG571OLKWsmvto/s1600/ManBarLogo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5QRIAwVjmu1YkTNIEqFi1U6396Kw5iMkIW9IIxHX0r1RYGu5hb4SaTZQ-jRBJReJtio_IPWLOt-uy-kHdMc-8O9AlJ1m-zZq91ESPsluEH4gMIjh8OPAWcRmxAeuEKdG571OLKWsmvto/s400/ManBarLogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512432423800816626" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzF9_tkZ8uhF6LGyq9gQr5U7tnpqsNv7UvGi2EpLFhRY6bztUXWp1OZiH24x0bTRjhSHnzYBuqOaDPb8LLTD5_koTj3KtHzP2_gBU5ylvsVqZz8xzqsJeyweSjWrEvYhWmVVskTD7WXc/s1600/maninterior.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzF9_tkZ8uhF6LGyq9gQr5U7tnpqsNv7UvGi2EpLFhRY6bztUXWp1OZiH24x0bTRjhSHnzYBuqOaDPb8LLTD5_koTj3KtHzP2_gBU5ylvsVqZz8xzqsJeyweSjWrEvYhWmVVskTD7WXc/s400/maninterior.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512432127084958514" border="0" /></a><br />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 <span style="font-style: italic;">or</span> at Man Bar, so I insisted we continue on our journey to Sauna Sitges.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBtI5QbwLJ3tTxUcBBs7a9LMfHuR5IAACWxzqwr2Cw1gQmrBYDWRT8aF5xM4NCWr8n9laiobfZXqQOgf1yD8T_VHkSfn65Zg47cI9ORs3_cEqGK5OEibDvbVTK6CEMf6NAvZVhgnyWeA/s1600/32_big.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBtI5QbwLJ3tTxUcBBs7a9LMfHuR5IAACWxzqwr2Cw1gQmrBYDWRT8aF5xM4NCWr8n9laiobfZXqQOgf1yD8T_VHkSfn65Zg47cI9ORs3_cEqGK5OEibDvbVTK6CEMf6NAvZVhgnyWeA/s400/32_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512432951648922578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwVPtIvNb09OSbQk1ryBpVT-MndgH7p6jTYL4dzrHZP6omTuviFxahmymb34r-IaWC2Y4WOo9ZsqM2nbJHcApS1FpIMNHqbRmsPeuBfQkOq5BqdYpk0Snh-H2-AoXocTSBhwYSuIryDI/s1600/IMG_1939_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwVPtIvNb09OSbQk1ryBpVT-MndgH7p6jTYL4dzrHZP6omTuviFxahmymb34r-IaWC2Y4WOo9ZsqM2nbJHcApS1FpIMNHqbRmsPeuBfQkOq5BqdYpk0Snh-H2-AoXocTSBhwYSuIryDI/s400/IMG_1939_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512433774801397298" border="0" /></a>It looked impressive upon entering, but ended up not being as big as I thought. (Sounds like some penises I've encountered.)<br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />It <span style="font-style: italic;">was </span>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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGcdocpkh4HZYB0iuAEIrtBim7ACGKn6m0bxZEGHc6BfOS9gGDoQIMBvZWNeumsT1SFnWQwlQlfRwYEMNmupZhK9v3evXemg4UVvmk3-hElwUf4udorQ9kax8DnqVMZ0h6AD9_uSHAha0/s1600/34_big.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGcdocpkh4HZYB0iuAEIrtBim7ACGKn6m0bxZEGHc6BfOS9gGDoQIMBvZWNeumsT1SFnWQwlQlfRwYEMNmupZhK9v3evXemg4UVvmk3-hElwUf4udorQ9kax8DnqVMZ0h6AD9_uSHAha0/s400/34_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512434153933685090" border="0" /></a>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!<br />And similar to Open Mind, you're given a key that attaches to an elastic wrist band to access a small private locker.<br /><br />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).<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So what happened at the Sauna?</span><br /><br />Nothing really, which is why I'm writing all this other stuff.<br />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.<br /><br />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. <span style="font-style: italic;">I DON'T.</span> I can do it fine on my own without the encouragement of your palm on the back of my head, thank you very much.<br /><br />Haven't I mentioned this before? It's like the Puppet Master deciding what pleases him and telling me what to do.<br />I prefer negotiation.<br />Or at least someone who's interests are more compatible with mine.<br />Yes, there were some very sexy men there with <span style="font-style: italic;">big</span> cocks, but I have standards of behavior believe it or not!<br /><br />There was <span style="font-style: italic;">one</span> 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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASCUFVrAgCYUe6WlM5lEIgMEFzBNFeoAiiMdIHCABy_B-AbfS8TWTiEeUAQypEzWGLK04YGSmJLPjl6wcgSLC-25ewm0Bah8osONA5XQgWH6ojXNaU9TxRcT2jne9LKi0eJ_T1iZ01QM/s1600/emo_04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASCUFVrAgCYUe6WlM5lEIgMEFzBNFeoAiiMdIHCABy_B-AbfS8TWTiEeUAQypEzWGLK04YGSmJLPjl6wcgSLC-25ewm0Bah8osONA5XQgWH6ojXNaU9TxRcT2jne9LKi0eJ_T1iZ01QM/s400/emo_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512438327376055458" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />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... <span style="font-style: italic;">(and here's the hottest part)</span> the guy I had been cruising for so long, slipped in between me and the guy I was nearest -- the blond white guy.<br /><br />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! <span style="font-style: italic;">AND</span> endowed nicely!<br />I was in Heaven!<br /><br />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.<br />So when the new guy took a break, I made my intentions known and motioned if I could suck his dick.<br />He nodded in agreement.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">YES!!!!! FINALLY! Woo hoo!</span><br />An hour of cruising paying off!<br /><br />So I sucked his <span style="font-style: italic;">very nice</span> dick and got it so hard it felt like he was going to cum in my mouth.<br />He didn't. (And I wouldn't want him to.)<br />The whole time I was <span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> 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.<br />Sweet glorious cum shot.<br />Yay sex! Yay to getting what you want!<br />(Although fucking would've been great, too!)<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!<br />Were they following me out?!!!<br />(Not a chance!)<br /><br />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.)<br />He must've shot his load right after I brought him to the brink, and was having my ass eaten!<br />I can't help but feel I was responsible for his wrongful cum shot.<br />Yay!<br /><br />Hair God was the first of the three of us out the door of the Sauna.<br />Should I follow him?<br />No!<br /><br />I was the next to leave though, shortly after.<br />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 (<span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>me, I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">sure</span>!)<br />We hadn't even said a word to each other the whole night, just eye contact.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGizL597UPfDZ6TtiLggwHrWNW-1yDncqJXrl2sQFT_xbFZWWWpcFAjQz572AevMEdyDCYWcvWVGutg6S9MOe1byxEs4yjczBrbbDp6Bsy737-ofixl_99drcHpVm1UN4BZVF6IscECDY/s1600/sauna+sitges.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGizL597UPfDZ6TtiLggwHrWNW-1yDncqJXrl2sQFT_xbFZWWWpcFAjQz572AevMEdyDCYWcvWVGutg6S9MOe1byxEs4yjczBrbbDp6Bsy737-ofixl_99drcHpVm1UN4BZVF6IscECDY/s400/sauna+sitges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512434644141431778" border="0" /></a>Standing there alone it was clear he was not in a happy mood.<br />Maybe he didn't even know I was the guy who sucked his dick. (He KNEW!)<br /><br />He just looked at me without expression, being in the midst of a lover's quarrel.<br />(I'm sure they eventually had great make-up sex.)<br /><br />So I continued on my merry way to my hotel just down the street, occasionally turning my head to see if he was looking.<br />He wasn't.<br /><br />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.<br />Nothing.<br />He was still watching the door of the Sauna like an obedient dog, waiting for his master to return.<br /><br /><br />And so ended my sexual adventures in Catalonia.<br />I'm glad Herb was there to share in the Bacchanalian feast!<br /><br />Overall I have to say I <span style="font-style: italic;">love love love</span> 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!<br />But that's a dream. And now I'm back to reality.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />But I will return to Spain again at the end of October.<br />Madrid this time.<br />And there's a reason for that.<br />Going to Spain wasn't a random choice for a vacation.<br />There is something greater in Spain for me to have.<br />And I will share that in a future posting.Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-89374315304394780752010-08-17T10:09:00.000-07:002010-08-17T20:13:38.044-07:00Trip to Spain - Part 1So it's time to take a much deserved vacation from "overseeing a private residence where sex parties occur."<br />But my blog <span style="font-style: italic;">never</span> takes a vacation (unless I'm having a sexless reunion with the family)!<br />And where should my fancy take me?<br />None other than Barcelona, Spain!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh53nQ0eUssOANkDTIr3SpTSdM7GHUAm__UXYDjymc2Mbb_ou7-R0TYBvCRVb4JsdXGniF_RxjoZSpSneJ1ncjHOwLfcjomyHr0pqrL-mlaaV2-ifFsSKxP6LkHukSOpiJGd8cd7U3rqZE/s1600/SpanishFlag.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh53nQ0eUssOANkDTIr3SpTSdM7GHUAm__UXYDjymc2Mbb_ou7-R0TYBvCRVb4JsdXGniF_RxjoZSpSneJ1ncjHOwLfcjomyHr0pqrL-mlaaV2-ifFsSKxP6LkHukSOpiJGd8cd7U3rqZE/s400/SpanishFlag.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506438437504760178" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, there was a lot of beach time and having incredible dinners out and siteseeing (Gaudi's Sagrada Familia -- woohoo! ...zzzzz.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3UQ2St-i_ubLi-O8jNLpaB2XfByBskJMsat_s4vuIMqrgMMiguU-PxzxcdsdIAEfuklcBAe9R6mhU1CbVCNbvoaLvda1TdzPBGMa1Yk9HliT0n-ef_UfIhRvEvLknPUsSJH0bJ5yJfQk/s1600/SegradaFamilia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3UQ2St-i_ubLi-O8jNLpaB2XfByBskJMsat_s4vuIMqrgMMiguU-PxzxcdsdIAEfuklcBAe9R6mhU1CbVCNbvoaLvda1TdzPBGMa1Yk9HliT0n-ef_UfIhRvEvLknPUsSJH0bJ5yJfQk/s400/SegradaFamilia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506438632525231922" border="0" /></a>(It looks better in photos than it does from street level!)<br /><br /><br /><br />But this blog is about sex and isnt that <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> what you want to hear about?<br />Well, here it comes... (so to speak)...<br />The first night out: a sex club called "Open Mind" or what I like to refer to as the "Open Hole."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimZxpCzk5i4Jp9MpMqtaAHezZTsquMwnKhV2k3DyXWuYo3_VgWaxcCe_Azfcpu8rXJtTr37my6jGQuoG-0SWFr7zwUHuS7YTkGuOZrenEzVHG2KNSuZpz-ao1947gzgHQSwOC7JQHJgQ/s1600/logo_om.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimZxpCzk5i4Jp9MpMqtaAHezZTsquMwnKhV2k3DyXWuYo3_VgWaxcCe_Azfcpu8rXJtTr37my6jGQuoG-0SWFr7zwUHuS7YTkGuOZrenEzVHG2KNSuZpz-ao1947gzgHQSwOC7JQHJgQ/s400/logo_om.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506439316568475090" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Located in the gay district known as Eixample (or "Gayxample") my traveling companions and I entered a nondescript building around 11pm on a Sunday night. The cost was 17 Euros, we signed some documents, were given two free drink passes and buzzed through the door. We put <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> our clothes (we're nudists, but most people were in their underwear) in our assigned lockers, keeping the key on an elastic wrist band and headed into the seemingly spacious two floored club.<br /><br />I <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> do a tour before anything, so I know the<span style="font-style: italic;"> lay </span>of the land: know where the exits are, the bathrooms and condom and lube stations. It had a more-active second level which seemed the naughtier place to hang out, so after the once-around and re-connecting with my boys, I headed back upstairs to see what I might encounter.<br /><br />In an instant, the first cute guy I saw immediately came on to me! (Wow, I <span style="font-style: italic;">like</span> this town!)<br />He was young (late 20's), Spanish, short dark hair and lean with nice everything. He was wearing low cut white boxer briefs that almost looked like a swimsuit.<br />Suddenly being Causcasian with blue eyes was considered exotic and attractive! I asked if he wanted to get fucked (I get to the point quickly!), he said he liked having his ass eaten. Uh -- <span style="font-style: italic;">hello</span> -- I <span style="font-style: italic;">prefer </span>that (if it's a nice ass -- and it <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span>)!<br /><br />After two minutes of aggressive ass eating, though, he walked away saying he wasn't feeling right.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Huh?</span><br />For the rest of the night I watched every other person in the club eat his ass. I guess that was his thing!<br />Maybe he has sexual A.D.D. or maybe my whiskers were rubbing him the wrong way.<br />Still, that was a first - someone <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> liking my rimming capabilities!<br /><br />Time for a break...<br /><br />My main traveling companion Herb smoked pot with Mr. Ass Eaten (small world!) prompting Herb to finally relax into the space (he was exhausted from no sleep the night before), allowing him to suck multiple cocks at once (including mine) and then getting fisted by the end of the night. Go Herb!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIHRDi58zfp6dOt8zPKnpl4RMreUX_Aay_t436NStyTYo2YQvtKDFbwZmwVhNBd4UaWlDDCqkn_qxBDZJPxgaUFm2D_jw8gUKWuVb2TuNsH05mwifDjG_rWwxobRFVrYxSC0wAapzOnT4/s1600/marijuana-leaf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIHRDi58zfp6dOt8zPKnpl4RMreUX_Aay_t436NStyTYo2YQvtKDFbwZmwVhNBd4UaWlDDCqkn_qxBDZJPxgaUFm2D_jw8gUKWuVb2TuNsH05mwifDjG_rWwxobRFVrYxSC0wAapzOnT4/s400/marijuana-leaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506446018952215090" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The space had an edgy feel to it with lots of kinky hardcore art on the walls and a giant industrial fan situated above the entrance to the bathrooms that dominated the decor. It moved slowly, so I wasn't sure if it served a function or was merely decorative.<br /><br />Speaking of the bathrooms, for the first time <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span> I used one of those bizarre toilets that's built into the ground with a foot pad on each side of it. That's where you put your feet. You then squat down and shit in a porcelain hole -- almost like a urinal built into the floor that one straddles.<br />It was easier to use than I expected, and the placement of the feet allows for proper "placement" of the feces, but thank god I was naked, otherwise my clothes could get in the way or I wouldn't be able to spread my legs far enough apart with my pants down.<br />As for flushing, it was an avalanche of water from a hose above the toilet yielding very little result.<br />Still, as a person who loves his bathrooms, I'm glad I got to experience something so... so... crude. (I've seen them before but never used one. And trust me, the public ones can look very messy when you encounter them! Eww.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4UQJkx1RTsN9vQDLAulXF8_8icbbibTs2VZiqzMU8VExTQ96bIMeQw4_vpwu371NM1OG5P8I82lJb2k8JWB7W6LaTXTZz8PFxu9WFTqvzR73krE5iHiYsQK6Al6RBtZw3pAZK7EteyM4/s1600/squat-toilet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4UQJkx1RTsN9vQDLAulXF8_8icbbibTs2VZiqzMU8VExTQ96bIMeQw4_vpwu371NM1OG5P8I82lJb2k8JWB7W6LaTXTZz8PFxu9WFTqvzR73krE5iHiYsQK6Al6RBtZw3pAZK7EteyM4/s400/squat-toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506449058291595474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Back to work...<br /><br />Out of the bathroom and back into the Open Mind, perhaps the highlight for me was spitting on and slapping a guy who was doing the same to me. (Try negotiating <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> when you don't speak the same language. On second thought, I think we <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> speak the same language!) Unfortunately he wasn't fucking me at the time, which would've made it even better with his nice fat cock.<br /><br />Actually Herb's sucking his cock is what started the whole orgy, including the involvement of a very hot stand off-ish guy with the biggest cock in the place.<br />Herb sucked <span style="font-style: italic;">his</span> cock, too, as I felt up his butt, but his ass was flat and a real turnoff, even though he had a good looking face and a giant dick (more long than thick -- I prefer the opposite).<br /><br />Eventually at another location upstairs a while later, a very aggressive top man with a nice dick and solid body treated me in a way that felt domineering yet acceptable (it has to be done just right or I won't take it!) When it was clear he wanted to fuck me and intended to use condoms (unlike all the other barebackers in Barcelona <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> worldwide) I escorted him over to a perfectly located sling in a dark corner of the piss room.<br /><br />But once I got in the sling, I knew it would be problematic when I felt his fingertips trying to find my hole (maybe even a fingernail was there, but nothing sharp or dangerous). I don't like fingers up my ass -- they're hard like sticks. I prefer a hard softness: something with pliability, but firm enough to penetrate a reluctant (yet willing!) ass. His attempt to find it was a bad sign -- there's not much else down there!<br /><br />Short-story-long: it was a bad fuck. I <span style="font-style: italic;">tried </span>to enjoy it, but he wasn't really hard enough and I wasn't feeling enough of the in-and-out friction that makes it pleasurable. (As a top I try to create that sensation as much as possible.)<br />So that was the end of that encounter.<br /><br />Speaking of being a pleasuring top, I also recall fucking a sexy short Spanish guy with a great bubble ass in the piss area as another shorter Italian-looking one watched me with smoldering eyes -- I kissed the Italian as I fucked the Spaniard. And that kissing is what was really keeping me hard, since the bottom was becoming too relaxed, loose and greedy (a turn off)!<br /><br />After about five to ten minutes of aggressive fucking (One of my traveling companions refers to me as "a monster" the way I can fuck so hard -- but I don't start off that way!) that scene also ended and the assembled group that had gathered to watch, dispersed.<br /><br />...I hadn't come in almost a week and after hours of build up I knew it would be a big eruption. I tried to draw the attention of the Italian (and his new partner) that I was about to cum, indicating they should look -- most guys like to see cum shots.<br />Alas, they were into their own thing together and could care less about my proud display of virility! <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Look at me! Look at IT!!</span><br />Okay, don't.<br /><br />On the way out of the club with my friends, I asked the manager how much an "Open Mind" t-shirt cost. He gave them to us free!<br />Yay to making new friends!<br /><br />That was Barcelona, Spain.<br />But one last note about my favorite seaside area near the city:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9niiVJ0TFFtebY6JRe6UrG2sTJXomQUc21FVIai0dtZ_NCeFkwGK2yXqltCfHjol2dKMXKtXGJn25SdVzsoz7fahlZCXiRMhevHqop9Spk2X3I2wtbeJzyYCjbrEyt5H2ocOxEYpbdM8/s1600/ChernobylBeach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9niiVJ0TFFtebY6JRe6UrG2sTJXomQUc21FVIai0dtZ_NCeFkwGK2yXqltCfHjol2dKMXKtXGJn25SdVzsoz7fahlZCXiRMhevHqop9Spk2X3I2wtbeJzyYCjbrEyt5H2ocOxEYpbdM8/s400/ChernobylBeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506475398606045682" border="0" /></a><br />I bid adieu to my favorite nude <span style="font-style: italic;">outdoor</span> gay spot "Chernobyl Beach!" (Google it.)<br />The young Spanish gentleman above let me snap this photo at the beach, which is adjacent to a Power Plant that challenges all attempts to feel like you're in nature, hence the local name "Chernobyl Beach."<br />My advice: look in the other direction!<br /><br />And P.S. the water is cleaner here than Barcelona's major beaches. It's also more naked and gay. (Take the Metro to Playa De Sant Adria De Besos and walk past the huge pipes that go into the water!) Trust.<br /><br /><br /><br />The next day we traveled to Sitges, a gay resort town about 30 miles south of Barcelona and <span style="font-style: italic;">THE</span> summer destination for all of Europe's gays!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYzjdihvTTNL3FG5z4kZJAN1POhhes-OMO31BZFLxR54-p653yaOXqlpEtSVxGvINwmzhciJunO6HrlNELRkQ2Bk7ptIp_VECZ0s_qnhhrtrs1Bze4O6W-4iVAQROwxZGKF2TcbXmQM7k/s1600/sitges-view.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYzjdihvTTNL3FG5z4kZJAN1POhhes-OMO31BZFLxR54-p653yaOXqlpEtSVxGvINwmzhciJunO6HrlNELRkQ2Bk7ptIp_VECZ0s_qnhhrtrs1Bze4O6W-4iVAQROwxZGKF2TcbXmQM7k/s400/sitges-view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506453113162591298" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Our first night out (Monday) brought us to a club called "Queens" and a talent show "Sitges' Got Talent" hosted by the inimitable Lady Diamond. She looked and sounded like an older Boy George, very saucy and flirty. And her transformation into a nun and getting everyone to sing karaoke style from <span style="font-style: italic;">The Sound of Music</span> really gave Pickles some ideas for SPAM! (Maybe Pickles will do that for September's "Back to <span style="font-style: italic;">Catholic</span> School" party!)<br />The winner of the talent contest was an older man from Moscow named Alexander, who sang "Strangers in the Night" and later stole the mic from Lady Diamond as she was doing her OWN karaoke number. It was funny as she explained how lucky Alexander was that she wasn't a diva, otherwise she'd cut off his legs!<br />I also appreciated that Lady Diamond spoke mostly in English (but was clearly multi-lingual -- as are most people in Catalonia). Everyone seems to know <span style="font-style: italic;">some</span> English -- even Alexander the Karaoke King from the Kremlin.<br /><br />After that we went across the street to "Dark Sitges," a bar with an underwear (or nothing) party. Complete with active backroom.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19yO3KP4pcxH1J4dSyRcqWKEGlXo4qXMTBI9Rdus0wK7_zV8N_AJ-xkHPbxZPCm7thJIrcFuRJDDzzziILKCy50TK3wyfIoNSw2wDLgu8aRyznEKJtdXvip3wqfLOfXHPk1mNNjkeEwE/s1600/dark-bar-logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19yO3KP4pcxH1J4dSyRcqWKEGlXo4qXMTBI9Rdus0wK7_zV8N_AJ-xkHPbxZPCm7thJIrcFuRJDDzzziILKCy50TK3wyfIoNSw2wDLgu8aRyznEKJtdXvip3wqfLOfXHPk1mNNjkeEwE/s400/dark-bar-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506481595963116466" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The space wasn't very big and instead of a locker, we put ALL our clothes into a white plastic bag. Again, two free drinks were included with the cost of admission (8 Euros).<br />The space was more like a bar with an extended backroom. A long narrow lounge/hallway that led to a sexually active playroom at the very back.<br /><br />I got sucked by a couple guys. It was pretty boring although the two guys I played with were sexy -- one Spanish (big surprise there) with a bubble butt (ditto) and the other a mildly hairy Mediterranean looking guy with a great smile and odd shaped penis. He was very much into sucking my dick (and many others) and kissing.<br /><br />Should I be worried about kissing a mouth that's sucked so many other cocks?<br />I could be, but I think my exposure to small amounts of so much over time has sort of built up an immunity for me. I don't do drugs or smoke and I rarely drink and I don't bareback... so I think my immune system is pretty strong.<br /><br />Regarding Dark Sitges Bar and others like it -- it always astounds me that a bar with a liquor license will allow nudity <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> sex. That's illegal in New York City, which is why so many parties have gone underground (although we don't sell alcohol).<br />But in Europe it seems that having at least a back room is the norm. The bars with "underwear parties" make no bones about their purpose. It seems sex is expected if you're in your underwear! And it's allowed. With no requirement of condom use, although safe sex always seems to be encouraged via signage.<br /><br />All in all, I think I was taking a break from a very active night before at the Open Mind in Barcelona. So receiving a couple blow jobs and making out at Dark Sitges Bar was fine with me.<br />There was one particularly cute white boy there though with a moppy hairdo and a HUGE cock. I mean, like 12 inches. And not because he was so short. It was that big. Like a porn star. And bent! A guy was standing behind him faux-fucking him and jerking on his monster cock. Watching that happen silhouetted against the one light in the room was enough to help me achieve orgasm. And truth-be-told with something <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> big, I'd prefer to watch from a distance. Ok, I <span style="font-style: italic;">might</span> try to take it up my ass (even with its strange shape), but sucking it would be out of the question, my mouth and throat just aren't that accommodating!<br /><br />On Tuesday, we spent the whole day at the <span style="font-style: italic;">BEST</span> gay/nude area in Sitges: Balmins Beach. It's close to the city (unlike a remote area on the south side of town Playa Del Muerto (!) with a rocky beach) and is full of naked men walking along the shore line, laying out on towels and cruising in the sea 50 yards out (the water is very shallow.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2zT_huYSsy1t_kh4BchHrlyVJCiqKUe9396K-RfrAVeVIykDF0-zOZ1wIcbOMAE0uYAS5DGBAbAWoeFS0DhocQL9Z_wL6Zmh7a4sYDdEhyphenhyphenCBDyF4LMdbTtqvpsuKwEkPgF3cWT0aXabU/s1600/BalminsBeach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2zT_huYSsy1t_kh4BchHrlyVJCiqKUe9396K-RfrAVeVIykDF0-zOZ1wIcbOMAE0uYAS5DGBAbAWoeFS0DhocQL9Z_wL6Zmh7a4sYDdEhyphenhyphenCBDyF4LMdbTtqvpsuKwEkPgF3cWT0aXabU/s400/BalminsBeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506488304468763314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We ran into Alexander the Karaoke King from the Kremlin that performed Monday at Queens; he was now completely naked, weathered by the sun but a handsome fit man in his 60's. He had a great life force and was clearly into Herb. As he talked to Herb, his large uncut penis grew, but not to full erection. I like that!<br /><br />The biggest information we got from Alexander (other than his upcoming international travel plans) was that <span style="font-style: italic;">THE</span> place to go to is a bar one floor above "Queens" (the club where he sang) called "Bears."<br />So that became our plan for Tuesday night.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuVmLawS83B013NQYRVka69Ffxwbyaqv9LBHmiWXzGVmEJDpDgm0igEQw4WsuVfzCvC-_ldu9SO0tWCv1zjDCVF-DYjt-LHazOGhF5V8Dqpwo2e2sZJbbqCXUhntiLUtAhag6foWdI_w/s1600/benenter.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuVmLawS83B013NQYRVka69Ffxwbyaqv9LBHmiWXzGVmEJDpDgm0igEQw4WsuVfzCvC-_ldu9SO0tWCv1zjDCVF-DYjt-LHazOGhF5V8Dqpwo2e2sZJbbqCXUhntiLUtAhag6foWdI_w/s400/benenter.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506488814814639698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Several hours later Herb and I indeed ended up in the dark backroom area of Bears, without even having to buy a drink or pay a cover. Immediately upon our arrival a young handsome man was standing right next to us. My playmate Herb didn't even notice him, but my attention was immediate and clear: you are the object of my affection.<br />Herb pulled out his own large already-erect penis and within seconds an older man was down on it, sucking.<br /><br />But what about the shaved headed Vin Diesel looking boy here? (He looked like Vin Diesel only because of the shaved head.) I tapped on Herb's shoulder to bring his attention to Vin who was already touching me to show mutual attraction. Noticing how hot he was, Herb turned around and within seconds the three of us were in an adjacent booth with a draped camouflage door, surrounded by slats of wood that allowed semi-privacy.<br /><br />Once inside our booth, Herb and I took turns sucking Vin. It was incredibly cramped, but somehow Herb managed to stick his ass out enough for Vin to start fingering it as Herb sucked his dick. I made a gesture with my fist to show Vin that Herb liked being fisted.<br />Within minutes I was fucking Vin's bubble butt (he gave me a condom without my even having to ask for one -- I <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> that!) as he attempted to fist Herb.<br /><br />For a while even Herb (who strongly favors bottoming) fucked Vin. But it was while I was fucking Vin that he eventually came. There was also lots of kissing throughout and a genuine sense of fun in the midst of the passion.<br />Upon his climax, we moved to the bar area where drinks were served and we discussed future options.<br /><br />As it turned out, Vin was from Moscow and only 21 years old, staying at the hotel next to ours. He invited us there. So we left Bear Bar and landed at the front desk of his hotel were Vin asked for the key. The concierge said "There is only one person registered for your room," inferring that he wasn't allowed to have anyone else there at night, when only one is paying. "These are my friends," he said. After which he continued up to his room with us following, not even allowing the concierge to deny us entry!<br /><br />His room was the penthouse -- one level above the elevator's final stop.<br />Wow! Penthouse! But when he opened the door, the room was the size of a shoe box, barely able to fit the bed! And the bathroom was tiny. Our 2-star Hotel room was twice the size -- as was our bathroom.<br />Even though the room was tiny, I figured we could make it work for a fisting scene with Herb, which is kind of where this was all headed. I was ready for bed, but was happy to explore new territory.<br />Before we started I looked out the sliding glass doors, thinking maybe he had a small balcony with a view.<br />No --<span style="font-style: italic;"> It was a HUGE balcony twice the size of the room overlooking the city with complete privacy!<br /><br /></span>I immediately summoned Herb to check it out, prompting Vin to open the door to allow us to explore. Herb was the first one out on the balcony. But before I could even get a true grasp of the view outside, Herb had already stripped completely naked!<br /><br />It was a balmy night, a near full moon so everything was well illuminated and even though we could see everything, no one could see us. Exposure and privacy -- exceptional.<br /><br />We insisted that Vin also strip naked. He was a bit shy at the bar and now we could see why -- he was a bit chunkier than we imagined and he had white spots all over his incredibly tanned hairless body. It looked like a mild case of Vitiligo, not on his face, but all over his chest and even surrounding his asshole when it was spread (as I am known to do)! It was a bit disconcerting, but that <span style="font-style: italic;">face</span> was stunning. And he seemed into fisting Herb.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZPNx1BG-z49xnRMI9zelPb1RlyYKkqWYB-EtCNBTnVgIlKUtQWKHMeWbrFA3svvhCbk86OlfiXVR7UPBMiUfVWpgudS2Kck05HETlcY6whYPY7lQbsEjmpV-v6jPUhpF-EziSeTlk2g/s1600/scott-jorgensen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZPNx1BG-z49xnRMI9zelPb1RlyYKkqWYB-EtCNBTnVgIlKUtQWKHMeWbrFA3svvhCbk86OlfiXVR7UPBMiUfVWpgudS2Kck05HETlcY6whYPY7lQbsEjmpV-v6jPUhpF-EziSeTlk2g/s400/scott-jorgensen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506492507441897714" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Essentially it came down to me fucking Vin as he fisted Herb. And then me <span style="font-style: italic;">attempting</span> to fist Vin as he punch-fucked Herb, who had one foot up on the balcony railing (!) and was probably waking up half the neighborhood with his loud rooftop moans and grunts (it was about 3:00am) on a Tuesday night/Wednesday morning.<br />I shot my load while my other hand was in Vin.<br />After that I decided to call it a night, leaving Herb and Vin to continue on (which they did for another hour).<br /><br />Luckily our hotel was next door, so getting home and in bed was a breeze. I was half asleep when Herb stumbled in -- not drunk, but tired and worn.<br />I think he took a much needed bath to <span style="font-style: italic;">calm</span> his asshole.<br /><br />Even though it was an intense evening of sex (for the bottoms!), with a spectacular view, our <span style="font-style: italic;">best</span> night in Sitges was still yet to unfold...Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-59470480948778272882010-08-10T12:07:00.000-07:002010-08-11T06:22:54.968-07:00The Deluge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxcVvp_djlEY-Uke07q5OsltNUDOLTdo1echSoGZDEqEY_dsFtiVQ8BhrmPd2xu0tdhxKtvdhcxJkzwJbilcTMCN8ZJ8cTDpyENgHvzqyXiOzau4vGLoSlvWRwRFwEK4FtwIuNZBWsFDY/s1600/leakEQUALSheadache.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 89px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxcVvp_djlEY-Uke07q5OsltNUDOLTdo1echSoGZDEqEY_dsFtiVQ8BhrmPd2xu0tdhxKtvdhcxJkzwJbilcTMCN8ZJ8cTDpyENgHvzqyXiOzau4vGLoSlvWRwRFwEK4FtwIuNZBWsFDY/s400/leakEQUALSheadache.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503860096295988786" border="0" /></a><br />I hadn't been near the space for a few days, assuming that when I arrived an hour before the promoters of the Bear Party to help them set up, that everything would be normal. If there were any emergencies, the landlord would call me, right?<br />Wrong.<br />The place had flooded. <span style="font-style: italic;">Again.</span><br />Only this time a new twist: it flooded from <span style="font-style: italic;">above</span>, collapsing areas of the ceiling and creating a mess throughout the party space. That's in addition to the water on the floor that also had to be cleared.<br /><br />The good news was that the source of the flooding had been stopped so no more water was coming from the ceiling. But the damage had been done and the landlord was nowhere to be found.<br /><br />I went to the supermarket on the ground floor and asked if something had happened.<br />Apparently I "missed the show!"<br />A hose to the kitchen sink on the second floor had burst, flooding the kitchen and hallway, which then flooded the supermarket below (just before they opened for the day) and that water then found its way to the basement. The amount of water was so intense that the supermarket was pushing it out the door to the street. People didn't know what was going on.<br /><br />All that water soaked the basement ceiling enough to collapse parts of it.<br />Luckily it only happened in a few areas where I was able to quickly sweep up the plaster. Then I cleaned up the edges of the tattered holes in the ceiling with a utility knife, prepping them for patching at a later time.<br /><br />There were already other areas of the ceiling that could use some patching, so this just added to the list of things to work on, but ultimately it didn't affect the party; throw some camouflage over it! Done.<br /><br />Then I squeegeed the puddles to the drains and turned fans on to dry them up as much as possible before the doors opened <span style="font-style: italic;">on time (!)</span> for the Bear Party.<br /><br />If only they knew the condition of the space just before they arrived.<br /><br />When I finally got a hold of the landlord, he was upstate and said he thought I had already left on an upcoming trip to Spain and was out of town, so no phone call to alert me was needed.<br /><br />Still, it was a shock.<br />Also it was a <span style="font-style: italic;">hot</span> summer afternoon and the usually cool basement was now very humid with all the moisture. But with several fans going and an air conditioner, we made do and had the Bear Party up and running on time.<br /><br />Anything of note at the Bear Party?<br />Just the usual: any <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> sexy guys that are there are into Bears, so although I may look "good" compared to someone much bigger and older, it's all about someone's preference and that sexy guy the about the same age as me that I'm eyeing is looking for a daddy, not a peer. Duly noted.<br /><br />And interestingly, the one person I arranged to meet with at the Bear Party decided that when it was time for him to have his orgasm, he'd share it with someone else!<br />The nerve!<br />I do all the prep work (playing with each other for quite some time) and then someone else gets to experience the completion of my investment!<br /><br />He <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> suggest I take a shower before we played (I was sweaty from having just cleaned up a collapsed ceiling!) so maybe my "scent"/<span style="font-style: italic;">odor</span> had returned and was keeping him from cumming.<br />But most guys <span style="font-style: italic;">prefer</span> my manly stink smell!<br /><br />Four hours after the Bear Party ended was the one we have for the entire LGBT community.<br /><br />Coatcheck Smelly Kelly and I performed again, only via pre-recorded music.<br />It was a country theme and we did two versions of the sitcom theme song for "Green Acres." Plus I sang "Jolene" and Kelly sang "I'm from the Country." As usual we changed the lyrics to make them appropriate for where we were. And also as usual, our efforts were appreciated by maybe five people (mostly other people working there!)<br />It was fun to hear the songs play over the speakers, but clearly not as exciting as lipsynching to ourselves onstage as we did at last month's soiree.<br />I think when September rolls around, we'll have to put on a "Back to (Catholic) School" show!<br /><br />To make the evening fun, I wore several outfits. "Israeli Giraffe" attended again and counted me in five outfits!<br />It was fun to hear people respond to my attempts at entertainment -- I usually only do outfit changes at the trannie party, so there was a new appreciation for my efforts at this one.<br /><br />Also at the LGBT party I met a sexy young girl who wanted to be "part of the family."<br />She noticed how we all seemed to know each other and she wanted to be part of that.<br />Great! Another freak to join in our parade!<br />And we could use a sexy young girl (whom we noticed likes to make out with <span style="font-style: italic;">boys</span>!) as part of our group. I wonder if she's into grandpas like me?<br />I don't care what she's into -- I'll do whatever she wants!<br />How about a Grand<span style="font-style: italic;">MA</span>?!<br /><br />Now there's a bridge I haven't crossed yet -- fucking (or getting fucked by) a biological girl!<br />Okay, so maybe I fucked a 40-something year old woman once when I was 20, but that's the only time I've done it. It's time to reverse the ages and fuck a 20 year old girl now that <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm</span> 40-something!<br />The challenge begins <span style="font-style: italic;">now!</span><br /><br />"Latin Muscles" was supposed to show up and spend the night and I was horny for him! But alas he never did.<br /><br />By the time Sunday rolled around, it was clear that the parties were a little off this weekend -- in numbers and in ambiance. Perhaps it was the summer heat and humidity keeping things just shy of really coalescing.<br /><br />I didn't have the energy to play when "Latin Muscles" finally <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> show up for Sunday's piss party and proposed overnight.<br />I was exhausted and had to be focused on Monday's departure to Spain for a 2 1/2 week adventure in Barcelona and the nearby gay resort town of Sitges!<br /><br />Maybe I could get some play across the Ocean.<br />Undoubtedly!Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-85564333748920706922010-08-06T18:11:00.000-07:002010-08-06T18:22:02.877-07:00A Video IntermissionI have three new postings I'm almost ready to submit, including two postings from a recent trip to Spain, that include fisting at a foam party!<br /><br />Until then, here's a video my roommate shot mostly in our East Village apartment. For a better version of it, do a search on YouTube for "Cazwell" and "Ice Cream Truck." <br />And if you like ass like I do, you will have a great appreciation for this video!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxl5So-EiEj7hiC-7dt_C0My7sjn3aTHpSSc2uCkjgy3xNjauTNuk8bUmsl3Ltq7uZlzx4Hemwkw-x86TLwkg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-60526697594807027162010-07-25T06:06:00.000-07:002010-07-25T06:24:47.266-07:00Cleaning Up is a Drag<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5lWsNVxArdROD9vtrJlAjWkX1zA_bhyphenhyphenOSreDUofoh-GLf34TIUaldtyiyolAmOdLJ5mnjpKP57Z-EEyWhUizowWL0dER1yAQijUTRdjViylrrnMfpRyBevQAssrpXWu4fnYwKmr7KLA/s1600/DragBabyCOMBO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 107px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5lWsNVxArdROD9vtrJlAjWkX1zA_bhyphenhyphenOSreDUofoh-GLf34TIUaldtyiyolAmOdLJ5mnjpKP57Z-EEyWhUizowWL0dER1yAQijUTRdjViylrrnMfpRyBevQAssrpXWu4fnYwKmr7KLA/s400/DragBabyCOMBO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497829595750774914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What is it with me and drag?<br /><br />I can remember being a little kid (8 or 9 years old?) and running around the front yard in a wet t-shirt with water balloons tucked underneath for boobs, loving how they bounced around like the real thing! <br />Then I remember my dad telling me to stop. <br />I also remember crouching down and often wrapping my t-shirt over my knees so it looked like I had big breasts. Did other kids do this? <br />Or maybe it was every Halloween when my procrastination led me to the last-minute-necessity of wearing my mom's clothes (and modest heels!) out for the night. I mean, it was Halloween, right? I was <span style="font-style: italic;">allowed</span>!<br /><br />But I never dressed up like that because I felt like a woman inside, I just liked pretending I was a girl. And really, isn't there something inherently sexy about girls? Something sexy about stereotypical femininity and softness? (Not that all girls are feminine by any means!)<br />Maybe for most gay guys it's <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> a sexual thing, but for bisexuals, trannie chasers and straight men, there's certainly an allure! <br />And truth be told, as written about in previous posts, the men that one can attract by dressing this way can be outstanding. And for whatever oddball reason, the more I dress like this, the more I become attracted to the same: femininity in others. Be it in a biological woman or a drag queen. <br />I've seen/heard of it happening to other trannies: they were gay men who transitioned into women and became lesbians! Fascinating. <br />So my situation is certainly not unique.<br /><br />With all that in mind (and perhaps the part that <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> unique) was when the young-guy piss party was coming to a close and everyone was tired and <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> looking forward to the thorough cleanup that was about to unfold. Myself included.<br />So to mix things up and create some fun, I ran upstairs to my private chambers and changed into drag to clean up the mess!<br /><br />The first outfit was a leopard print nightgown with slits up the front of both legs -- all the way to the navel; incredibly revealing, especially without underwear! I also wore the giant dark brown/magenta five-wig combo (worn by the Israeli Giraffe) and had scandals on for practical purposes -- with the hosing down of the entire space my feet were sure to get wet. <br />But alas as I bent over to pick up trash and empty out beverage bottles for recycling, my negligee kept falling onto the wet floor; I can only hope it was the wet area <span style="font-style: italic;">already</span> hosed down. After getting wet, the garment would stick to my body. Cold and wet = <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> unpleasant. And who knows what that wetness really was! A change was called for.<br /><br />I went back upstairs and put on something more practical: my high-heeled black patent leather platform boots, a short hot pink dress with black trim, matching hot pink full length gloves, my white flip wig and makeup (black lips and mascara). <br />The other cleanup boys approved -- and it only took me five minutes to transform so it's not like I was trying to get out of work!<br /><br />So there I was, kneeling down in my high-heeled platform boots, picking up the sometimes-slightly-browned condoms that were stuck to the floor. Only this time, I had put latex gloves over the full length opera gloves, so as not to get cum, lube, piss, shit stains or stank on my gloriously textiled fingers...<br />Because I'm a girl with class!<br /><br />To continue in that classy tradition on that sunny Sunday morning at 5:30am, I was out on the streets of Brooklyn, sticking out that hot pink opera gloved thumb as if hitchhiking for a ride to nowhere. There were no takers. And as the cleanup crew drove away in the promoter's SUV, I started bending over to show them my ass and lifting up the dress to show anyone looking that underneath the elaborate facade, I wasn't really a girl. <br /><br />As if there was any doubt.Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-38251711477343534022010-07-18T11:00:00.000-07:002010-07-18T22:55:54.275-07:00How I Got Fucked in Drag Live on the Internet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJwyv6az91y_2gUAq3woDUSTQ30-owQkC2ZZutuAQKjbMGuZy2dRHMPi_dxSLpLpC3fTiGviQ7p4fXROo4cTfUCgNi3dhqAm4wdmyseCRtsVPzUjFCRADCb6Tucb-DNA_UuTyxkXP9PT8/s1600/GodzillaLebianWebcamEmail.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJwyv6az91y_2gUAq3woDUSTQ30-owQkC2ZZutuAQKjbMGuZy2dRHMPi_dxSLpLpC3fTiGviQ7p4fXROo4cTfUCgNi3dhqAm4wdmyseCRtsVPzUjFCRADCb6Tucb-DNA_UuTyxkXP9PT8/s400/GodzillaLebianWebcamEmail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495310118606532546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Was it a bad idea to pit two dueling Monsters against each other? No, I'm not referring to Godzilla, Mothra, Rodan or Ghidorah but rather the equally epic <span style="font-style: italic;">Dominican Donky Dick Lesbian vs. The Israeli Giraffe</span>, two pivotal players in my story (this blog) so far.<br /><br />Ok, so maybe it's not <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> epic, but I certainly wondered what would happen when two prior play partners showed on the same night for the same party -- upon my request.<br /><br />I often invite more than one person to a party because its so rare to actually get someone out to Brooklyn for an event. But the last time these two showed up, enough happened that I wrote about them. And both ended up eating out from brunch with the staff after the party ended. And that's <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> considered being a part of the inner circle.<br /><br />Dominic Donkey Dick Lesbian (D.D.D.L.) was the first to arrive. Interesting that D.L. should be part of his moniker. He still lives with his family in Jersey and is very much on the Down Low, not out to even his best friend and certainly not sharing his penchant for getting dressed as a girl and playing with the same (other guys dressed as girls -- hence the Lesbian part of the name).<br /><br />I have another Jersey friend who likes to dress up for the trannie parties and D.D.D.L. used that friend's wig to complete "her" ensemble. Before D.D.D.L. arrived, I dispersed all my drag clothes, wigs, makeup and accessories across the floor in the living room, including five new dresses I bought at the nearby Salvation Army.<br /><br />As soon as he stripped naked to begin the <span style="font-style: italic;">trans</span>formation, he got an erection. <span style="font-style: italic;">WOW! </span> I remember now why he was referred to as Donkey Dick. And I loved that just getting naked surrounded by women's clothes (and me!) was enough to get him turned on. I'm sure it helps to be 19, too!<br />But I also know how it is with closeted people who <span style="font-style: italic;">finally</span> get to encounter their fetish after weeks/months/years in a stifling environment: arousal is the usually first thing to appear, whether they want it to or not. The anticipation has been overwhelming.<br /><br />With all the fun dresses and accoutrement I had laid out, D.D.D.L. was only interested in what he had just purchased for himself -- a long white tank top that served as a tight fitting dress and printed tights to cover his unshaven legs. Once dressed (pre-makeup and wig) he looked like a football player (a lean running back, not a linesman!) though, <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> a girl. And I must say, his 5'9" body was rock solid: broad muscular shoulders, beautiful pecs, a washboard stomach and narrow hips with a bubble butt, and muscular thighs that framed a dick that looked more like an infant's entire body (forget the arm!) than anything reasonably belonging to someone of his size and age. And yet, not overly sized like a body builder, but in perfect proportion: stunning!<br /><br />But apart from all that, D.D.D.L. has a charming visage with full curvy lips that smile frequently and sparkling eyes that could probably get him whatever he wanted. This, as they say, is a player. A young charismatic guy that can get whatever he wants.<br />And on this night, he was on the prowl for "girls."<br /><br />And I was there to help him with his search!<br />Was I being generous again, by helping another fetish freak find his kink or was I creating a girl (a la Pygmalion) and hoping she might turn her affections toward her teacher?<br />I could only hope I might get lucky again, but in the meantime I couldn't believe the perfectly sculpted athletic body that stood before me, wanting my help. How lucky was I? Damn. And I was allowed to kiss and fondle him too. He let me grab his dick , since it was hard and calling out my name, as much as an infant can speak English at such a young age. D.D.D.L. smiled, clearly liking the attention and validation.<br /><br />Then The Israeli Giraffe arrived!<br />Whoa! Two potential play partners at once? My fortune had doubled! But could I really give my attention to two people?<br /><br />So instead of trying to get naughty I focused on getting the girls their outfits. And truth be told, The Israeli Giraffe wasn't really into getting dressed up. Yes, it was fun the first time as part of a whole seduction when I was also in drag and I was offering him the clothes off my back, but in this scenario, with no shoes for him and a masculine face that would take a lot of work to feminize, it seemed that on this night, he would have to remain a man. And so he went downstairs in his underwear and a robe that would be removed upon his arrival.<br /><br />With The Israeli Giraffe out of the picture I was able to focus on finishing D.D.D.L.'s transformation into a woman. He put some foundation on his face and I applied liquid eye liner and yellow eye shadow to lighten his darker skin tone and make his eyes stand out a bit more. Then he finished it off with a dark wavy wig and some lip gloss to that always-smiling mouth!<br /><br />But I couldn't send him to the party looking like a football player!<br />So we found some white tights that downplayed the size of his thighs better than the busy printed ones. And he put a dress over the tank top to give his upper body more of a feminine shape. Perfect! Hair brushed out. "She" was ready to go!<br /><br />As we were about to embark on another adventure downstairs, The Israeli Giraffe reappeared saying that he didn't care for what was going on downstairs: he was the only person in his underwear and no one was really doing anything.<br /><br />I explained that this party was different from the LGBT one he had been at before and that most of the guys at this event stayed completely clothed, even though it's a sex party. It creates a very different ambiance. And the guys are into trannies, not guys, so if you're looking for a bisexual man into you as a man, this is <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> the party to be at!<br /><br />That said, he returned the party with me and D.D.D.L. perhaps to play with us -- we'd have to wait and see. And if memory serves correctly, The Israeli Giraffe has a<span style="font-style: italic;"> small Jewish child</span> of his own hiding under those BVD's!<br /><br />We had taken so long to get ready though, that by the time we arrived, some of the girls that had arrived earlier had already left and that put more focus on us (which would've been there already) to deliver our goods to the boys. And truth be told, that's never D.D.D.L.'s intention: she's there to play with the girls, <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> the men.<br /><br />I, on the other hand, was open to whatever/whomever might come my way. And D.D.D.L. gave me the freedom to do that.<br /><br />First on the agenda: The Israeli Giraffe. Now that we were in the club together, it was our chance to pick up where we left off before, which was my sucking his large cock very publicly (in the DJ lounge area) at the LGBT party. Was he going to fuck me now?<br />Wait... I want <span style="font-style: italic;">him</span> to suck <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> dick first! And prove that he really <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> into guys and not all about being serviced and having only <span style="font-style: italic;">his</span> needs met.<br />Alas, he was <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> into sucking dicks, which included mine.<br />Suddenly my interest faded. It didn't seem a fair exchange! I put all this work into my appearance and I serve <span style="font-style: italic;">his</span> needs?<br />No, at a trannie party, it's <span style="font-style: italic;">girl's</span> choice and <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> trannie wanted a blow job.<br />But The Israeli Giraffe was not having it. So I (tried to) politely move my attention elsewhere. He was clearly disappointed that I wasn't interested in playing with him anymore, but if we're not sexually compatible, well, that's the end of that -- at least when you're at a sex club.<br />We can be friends, but as sexual play partners, it can't be all about you and your needs, there has to be some give and take (unless one person <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> wants to give and the other person <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> wants to take.) But I'm versatile and doing the same thing over and over again can get boring.<br /><br />(Side note: The Israeli Giraffe later told me he had sucked a dick once and he didn't like the taste of the guy's pre-cum. And sexually speaking, his activity is very limited. So maybe in the future he will try it again. But I know it can be tough to go there: the first cut is always the deepest, isn't it?)<br /><br />Turning my attention now to D.D.D.L. I was <span style="font-style: italic;">more</span> than happy to (try to) suck her stiff Dominican Horse Cock. She sucked mine at the last party, so I knew she was versatile -- at least where oral sex was concerned.<br />With regard to fucking, she was a top and things seemed to be headed in that direction at the last party. Might that happen this time? (Please?!!!)<br /><br />The party was coming to an end, The Israeli Giraffe had long since left and neither myself nor D.D.D.L had gotten any play, except for my sucking her dick.<br />She had a long drive home, and was anxious to leave unless there was something else to keep her there.<br />I dangled a new option: sex on the internet!<br /><br />Ever since a recent trip to California, upon the advice of a friend in Florida, I encountered a free website where people have sex on camera and broadcast it out to the world via internet. This has been going on for years, but it was new for me and it was a new play toy for me before bed. I had done one "show" of my own, but for the most part was happy to jerk off watching others play with themselves. (I didn't show my face while I did mine.)<br /><br />But I had to create a profile (male, bisexual) and that's what I logged into when I brought D.D.D.L. into my bedroom. She was up for it!<br /><br />We were going to broadcast a trannie sex show live to the whole world!<br /><br />The thing is, my profile said I was a guy, so when we signed into the "Couples" area, people would check in, hoping to find two guys going at it.<br /><br />And what did they see instead? Me sucking D.D.D.L.'s dick, with my white flip wig covering my face, pulling the flip to the side so the viewing audience could see the Dominican Horse Cock I was going down on!<br /><br />The website has areas for men, women, shemales, couples and "parties" so I thought we might find some interested trannie chasers.<br />Nope.<br />Instead, we drew in guys wanting to see gay male sex and their posts were insulting to say the least: "ewww, it's two ugly drag queens!" was the one that stood out the most.<br /><br />Okay, so we had a hater or two, but the more we did it, the profile image might change from a male image to the live feed, and the trannie chasers would come running. They didn't. Or if they did, they certainly weren't writing anything in the dialogue box.<br /><br />Undaunted, I asked D.D.D.L. if she wanted to fuck. She <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span>!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yesssss!</span> Finally! I was gonna get that beautiful <span style="font-style: italic;">infant's body</span> inside me -- a reverse birthing, if you will, only up my ass. It had been a while since the last time I was fucked, but I was willing to give it a try and see if I could take it.<br /><br />I asked what he wanted me to wear: he suggested the tutu, so he could lift it up and feel like he was fucking a girl.<br />So I ran into the living to find the appropriately alluring item to entice my partner.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Done!</span><br />Next?<br /><br />I turned the laptop to the edge of the bed so I could bend over while standing on the floor. He said he liked to watch while he fucked, and <span style="font-style: italic;">did I have a mirror I could put across from us</span>?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Done</span>.<br /><br />Let the games begin.<br />So with the laptop and mirror in their designated spots and alluring tutu in place, with a condom and lube we began our live sex webcam show.<br />He was stiff as a 19 year old could be and putting the condom on it was shear pleasure, but not as good as trying to take it up my ass. A true challenge, but one I took willingly! And take it I did. Slowly at first, but then to the hilt.<br /><br />We had to stop briefly to apply more lube -- I was just so tight and he was so big, that my sphincter was scraping the lube off his condom!<br /><br />Once he was back inside, I totally lost it -- verbally. As often happens when I get fucked, I lose my shit (verbally, not literally!) and start whimpering like I'm about to cry. It's <span style="font-style: italic;">just too much!</span><br />Too much <span style="font-style: italic;">HEAVEN!</span><br /><br />And within minutes he shot his load.<br />I have to say the fucking couldn't have gone on for more than five minutes, which was fine with me. It was too overwhelming to take for much longer. And I was glad to see he was satisfied! One girl serving the needs of another. Such sisterly love!<br /><br />I took some photos as he stripped naked. I <span style="font-style: italic;">had</span> to document how fucking amazing he looked. And that dick was just. A <span style="font-style: italic;">monster</span>! He took a shower and left when I made it clear I wasn't ready to cum yet. Besides, I knew he was in a hurry to leave.<br /><br />After he was gone I watched the live male shows on the cam website and pleasured myself to completion. As I did I fantasized about the reality I had just created for myself, a reality that the whole world had the opportunity to witness. But I don't think I'll be doing it again anytime soon.Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-66007988972931658052010-07-15T01:49:00.001-07:002010-07-15T02:40:31.819-07:00Porn on the Fourth of July<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxKCilO9cjIfGTZjmgyVZSW48e2dUufNdy2gdnIZ65RlOl5_Vz7-R1ZLW_Nb7GWZ3K-srpNVy3oJiGrBECH89vYFcBXNkxbF611qK7MnsJBC0uNsgIQMRDX-mE7_GPlsouUkpv66YzpDY/s1600/flog+fireworks=naked.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 111px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxKCilO9cjIfGTZjmgyVZSW48e2dUufNdy2gdnIZ65RlOl5_Vz7-R1ZLW_Nb7GWZ3K-srpNVy3oJiGrBECH89vYFcBXNkxbF611qK7MnsJBC0uNsgIQMRDX-mE7_GPlsouUkpv66YzpDY/s400/flog+fireworks=naked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494052683897962498" border="0" /></a><br />It was Fourth of July weekend and <span style="font-style: italic;">someone</span> needed to be liberated -- first in the form of flogging, and then later in the form of running in tandem naked through Prospect Park.<br /><br />I had invited a very cute young looking Latin guy (delicious caramel skin, bright blue eyes -- love that combination -- and an amazing ass) to the first-Saturday-of-the-month party.<br />He bursts with youthful energy and oozes sexiness. <span style="font-style: italic;">And he showed up!</span> We have talked about it for over a year and we've always had a certain amount of sexual tension between us, but I came to believe he was just a cock tease, wanting to be desired, without any intention of ever following through.<br /><br />And here he was at <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> party, ready for... <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span> ... and I wasn't there. And least not downstairs in the play area.<br />I guess he wasn't feeling the crowd, so he left early and I caught him on his way out:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Leaving? No, you can't leave!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">You came all the way out to Brooklyn, you can't go already! </span><br />I invited him back into the basement with me to just hang out. No pressure! (Was he even interested in hanging out with me in a sexual environment?)<br /><br />But he <span style="font-style: italic;">insisted</span> on leaving. Or <span style="font-style: italic;">at least not going back downstairs!</span><br />I touched his ass to encourage him to stay, still he declined. Just touching his ass though gave me a hardon, so I directed his hand to my crotch. He happily grabbed it, but <span style="font-style: italic;">still</span> didn't want to re-join the party.<br /><br />How about if we go <span style="font-style: italic;">upstairs</span>? I have something I want to do...<br />And there's another friend coming that you will likely be very attracted to...<br />He took the bait!<br /><br />So I brought him to my private lair upstairs on the second floor and asked him to lay down on the couch in the living room -- on his stomach. I told him I was going to give him "a form of massage." And then I went into my bedroom and brought back <span style="font-style: italic;">The Flogger</span>!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Flogger</span> is a whip of sorts, made of soft deer skin leather. The braided handle is about 8 inches long and the whip part is comprised of just over 50 strips of soft leather that are 16 inches long and a half inch wide -- each strip is black on one side and purple on the other. And <span style="font-style: italic;">incredibly</span> soft.<br />The thing is, it <span style="font-style: italic;">doesn't hurt</span> when you get hit with it (unless you're whipping as hard as you can!) It's more like a hard pillow fight, perhaps similar to monks' self flagellation creating ecstatic states or the thrashing of oak or birch leaves at a Russian Bath House.<br /><br />Whatever it resembles, my young sexy cock teaser was open to trying.<br />As his head was face down in a pillow on the couch, I began!<br />I stood on the side of the over-sized moss green davenport with lots of room to swing the flogger. The first strike hit one side of his upper back.<br />He immediately liked the feeling. The noise it made was misleading though; it sounded worse than it felt.<br />After striking the upper side of his back, I dragged the strips across his body and head and then pulled back up and struck the other side of his upper back.<br /><br />It wasn't long before I got a rhythm going, hitting one shoulder, dragging the whip over his body and then hitting the other shoulder. Then I decided I needed to give his amazing bubbly ass some attention! I asked first and he was eager to give it a try, so I twisted my body around and did to his ass what I was doing to his upper torso. Dragging the strips between his legs, across his body and over his head and then whipping it across his rounded ass. It was a full body experience.<br /><br />After doing this for about ten minutes and really putting my guest into a relaxed state, I noticed a shadow passed by. Was someone there? Low and behold, hiding in a shadow against the wall behind us, was the Latin guy I power-topped for 90 minutes at the last LGBT party (when I performed in drag)! He was there to join in -- as planned.<br /><br />I asked the Flog Boy how he felt about someone joining us.<br />He was into it. <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Oh ---</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">and by the way; he's already here in the room with us!</span><br />Flog Boy was startled but totally got into it once he saw how hot and muscly the Latin guy was.<br /><br />So I flogged for a bit more and asked about stripping down. Before long, all three of us were naked and Latin Muscles was sucking Flog Boy's cock.<br /><br />Suddenly we were interrupted and my presence was required downstairs.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh fuck -- that's right -- I have a party to run!</span><br />Apparently someone didn't want to take off their pants and was walking around clothed, against the rules. He said he had burn scars on his legs and was too embarassed to take his pants off. I offered him a Union Suit (underwear that covers the legs and arms, usually used during the winter.) He declined and went home, leaving his friends to fend for themselves.<br />Situation dealt with.<br />Now, back upstairs.<br /><br />When I returned Latin Muscle was eating Flog Boy's ass. I was jealous!<br />After a while it became clear Flog Boy didn't want to fuck or get fucked or suck anyone. Latin Muscle grew bored and went downstairs to join in the party. I would be down their shortly...<br /><br />Alone again with the caramel skinned blue eyed cock tease, I asked Flog Boy if I could eat his ass. He was up for it, but <span style="font-style: italic;">only if I was good(!)</span>, because we was getting tired and wanted to go home.<br /><br />And so I ate his ass. And ate and ate and ate.<br />He said it was good, which was evident from his moaning, which turned me on even more! I went on for quite some time -- as is usual in situations like this. I was in heaven!<br /><br />I have to admit, I don't even remember if he came. But <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span> must've happened for it all to come to an end, for him to leave and for me to join Latin Muscle at the party.<br /><br />Overall I was glad to eat the ass of someone I've lusted after for about two years -- when I first met him working the door at a party in the East Village. That club no longer exists but <span style="font-style: italic;">he</span> certainly left an indelible mark! And I got to finally make a fantasy come true. Maybe next time -- if there is one -- he'll let me fuck his bubble butt.<br /><br />With Flog Boy out the door, it was now time to join Latin Muscle. He was already into the party being a pig, squatting down on the floor, sucking a big dick. I watched. And on occasion interacted. But feeling I had already experienced my highlight of the night -- fulfilling a long standing fantasy, I was more than happy to be a voyeur, and I ended up shooting my load for the night all over Latin Muscle's face as he deep throated a bisexual guy's big dick.<br /><br />As planned, Latin Muscle spent the night, the next day being the Fourth of July. We spent the entire day together, a large part of it just lounging and chatting, doing some more flogging and getting to know each other better. We even had a fucking session that ended with <span style="font-style: italic;">lots</span> of bite marks and hickies on Latin Muscle's upper back. How did <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> happen?! :-)<br /><br />After watching the Macy's Fireworks on tv (we tried to see them from our Brooklyn rooftop, but the Manhattan Skyline blocked our view) it seemed like the right time to go to Prospect Park. It was balmy out and about 10:30pm. When did the Park close? I heard there was a cruisy area called the "Vale of Cashmere," but there'd been a gay murder there in the past and in 2000 four gay men were attacked over a period of two weeks by someone dressed as a ninja!<br />Was it even safe to be going there at night?<br /><br />Latin Muscle hadn't heard those stories, though, and there's always strength in numbers -- unless our "number two" met up with a "gang of five" teenagers out looking for trouble on the Fourth. I crossed my fingers as Latin Muscle proceeded in blissful ignorance.<br /><br />He had only one thing on his mind: to be naked in nature. And dammit if he didn't strip down completely as soon as we were in a secluded area. I happily joined in, always aware of potential police cruisers on adjacent roadways or any light colored lumps in the landscape that might turn out to be people. It was <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> dark.<br /><br />After getting rimmed aggressively by Latin Muscle on one of the many paths we traversed, we finally made it to the Park's biggest waterfall.<br />Were we even <span style="font-style: italic;">near</span> the Vale of Cashmere? Who knows, but L.M. stuck out his ass and demanded to be fucked. I felt the area was too well lit and recommended a more shadowed area. He didn't want to do it at my location... or maybe I chickened out.<br />Point: we didn't fuck in Prospect Park. But he <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> eat my ass and we ran around naked a lot and encountered only one person (uneventfully) on the paths in our state of undress. We even saw a raccoon. It was an exhilarating experience. Equals parts scary and liberating!<br />And clearly something best done with a partner.<br /><br />It was a nice way to end a holiday weekend that was full of flogging and aggressive sex: by watching fireworks in the sky and getting naked in the woods!<br /><br />And I think I haven't seen the last of <span style="font-style: italic;">hombre latino del músculo!</span>Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-84961860553464556922010-07-07T20:52:00.000-07:002010-07-07T21:15:35.371-07:00The Halftime Report<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJHfecP_EplLAnKxHTnaW5m7E9z48Xb8vsTa7yIarZKFKG1eRHQrZ3CGUBkOVgFWkcBNVRi7wGX6eTMFpum251cX1BtAwgZViODb01QgJQn5Fvwqtacrxl1mrTdC-pbvvLqa2Nuz_E12c/s1600/footballNAKED.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJHfecP_EplLAnKxHTnaW5m7E9z48Xb8vsTa7yIarZKFKG1eRHQrZ3CGUBkOVgFWkcBNVRi7wGX6eTMFpum251cX1BtAwgZViODb01QgJQn5Fvwqtacrxl1mrTdC-pbvvLqa2Nuz_E12c/s400/footballNAKED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491378601500682018" border="0" /></a><br />It was six months ago when I began this blog, with the intention of writing entries for one year -- about the sex party space that I oversee.<br />That makes this halftime -- a chance to recap before I proceed with the second half of this year's parties.<br /><br />But it seems like what's come out is more about my <span style="font-style: italic;">own </span>sex life and less about running a space -- except for the excruciatingly detailed entries about the oft backed up sewer system (no more, I promise; I've heard the complaints!)<br /><br />So, how about the highlights and low points, thus far?<br /><br />The low points are really the sewer backing up. (Sorry, there I go -- mentioning it again!) It ruins everything, especially if it happens in the middle of a party. It's a lot to deal with, which is probably why I write about it in detail, a cathartic way of purging the experience, eliminating it from my system, so to speak. But being backed up is... <span style="font-style: italic;">draining</span> to say the least.<br /><br />And I have to say, we've been pretty fortunate in not having any dangerous stuff happen, which is shocking considering the level of insanity that happens behind these closed doors. Perhaps those Affirmation Circles before the parties are working! Or maybe what we're doing just isn't so dangerous after all.<br /><br />Perhaps kicking four people out for barebacking in the span of 20 minutes was also a low point -- and kind of a slap in the face (Mmmm, humiliation!) -- an affront to the clearly posted rule to <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> bareback. And a threat to my livelihood -- <span style="font-style: italic;">FUCK YOU</span> guys! (Nice to purge again!)<br /><br />The highlights?<br /><br />Bringing in the doctor who tests for HIV/STDs has been a very good thing and, along with the strict no-barebacking policy, ups the ante in our attempt to provide positive options and send a clear message of healthy responsibility to the sexually active community.<br /><br />It's also been a lot of fun starting the new trannie event, getting dressed up and liberating other men to do the same. It makes me realize what an important role these parties can have in peoples' lives. This is the fringe of the fringe, so for people to find a place that accepts us and embraces our kinkiness -- yay to that.<br /><br />I've even gotten more into the performing aspect with the singing on stage, some lipsynching and hosting of shows. It's something that hasn't come easy as a shy middle child from the Midwest. Sex in public is easy for me, but formally entertaining on stage? Not easy, unless I get to be the host/hostess in charge and then it's fun!<br />In real life I think I'm pretty animated and goofy and somewhat entertaining, so why not do it on stage? And now, after a few attempts, I've faced those fears head on and succeeded -- all accomplished amongst friends who are non-judgmental and accepting (at least on the surface)!<br /><br />It's liberating. And isn't that what this is all about?<br /><br />To that end, I think I'll start telling more about myself in this blog, since I've stayed pretty anonymous through the first six months. Granted, most people reading this are linked to it via my Facebook page so they already know me (perhaps <span style="font-style: italic;">too</span> well, now)!<br /><br />But there might be people who don't. And for those people, let me introduce myself, my name is Michael Wakefield and I was born in Michigan in 1962. (I may be old on the outside, but I feel very youthful on the inside.)<br /><br />FYI to my NYC friends: actually I was born Michael Cash Backman, but changed my name as soon as I moved to NYC in the Spring of 1985 after getting a Bachelor's Degree in Design/Photography at the University of Michigan School of Art in Ann Arbor.<br /><br />That's enough for now. Let's not get carried away! There will be more to come.<br /><br />As the next six months progress, I'll let you know how I came to host sex parties and share a story that was published about being arrested at one of my own events.<br /><br />Yes, I am a sexual outlaw. And I have the mugshot to prove it.<br />(Not that I've ever seen it, but I'd like to.)Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-38419530551319136932010-06-25T23:57:00.001-07:002010-06-26T01:02:25.295-07:00The Lipstick Lumberjack<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRguQbWIgKQRBmy-J4JEpj82FacaBRmKSOlp1Jm59WHnuGg32pRHiDxKdAzCvIfHTuqpTG-8yFlT7RoHWb4jDvKSYPDlCQtlF-LfALho_RrgO25-8_Fzmc1qnjDY39dpG7mUATXX1hQE/s1600/LipstickLumberJack.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRguQbWIgKQRBmy-J4JEpj82FacaBRmKSOlp1Jm59WHnuGg32pRHiDxKdAzCvIfHTuqpTG-8yFlT7RoHWb4jDvKSYPDlCQtlF-LfALho_RrgO25-8_Fzmc1qnjDY39dpG7mUATXX1hQE/s400/LipstickLumberJack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486973280058358370" border="0" /></a><br />The highlight of last week's first event was dressing someone in my own outfit <span style="font-style: italic;">(again!)</span> -- it was the trannie party.<br /><br />A masculine man was wearing tight fitting black patent leather high heels, fishnets and and a fancy complicated black leather corset with four small straps looped over each pectoral muscle to create the shape of a breast. Nice!<br />He had a beard, no makeup and was surprisingly wearing a long sleeved flannel plaid shirt (opened to expose the corset) creating the appearance of a Mountain Man/Lumberjack, with S&M trannie leanings. Masculine, yet feminine. Sexy!<br /><br />I went up and complimented him on his outfit, but said how much sexier he'd look if he took off the shirt. He said it was his first time there, and that he was shy. (<span style="font-style: italic;">Shy?!</span> This coming from a Lumberjack in fishnets and high heels?!)<br />So we chatted a bit and I tried to make him feel comfortable, maybe even try on some of <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> clothes since he said the high heels were tight and uncomfortable. He said he was a men's size 12. I told him I was a men's size 13 and <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> high heeled boots were comfortable, so I suggested he try them one. Would he do that? <span style="font-style: italic;">Yes.</span> So I took off his shoes and zipped and laced my own boots onto each leg. The whole time he was sitting on a table suspended by chains and I was sitting on a leather chair adjacent to it. He was about 12 inches higher and on my right side. Behind me on the wall read a sign: "Zero Tolerance for Drugs or Prostitution."<br /><br />As I slipped my footwear onto him, it was clear that his foot would fit, but his beefy calves could barely be contained by the confines of a zippered knee-high boot. But I <span style="font-style: italic;">made</span> them fit!<br /><br />Footwear down.<br />What's next?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hair!</span> I asked if he wanted to wear my huge (five-wig-combo) brunette behemoth. He did -- it would minimize what a large man he was -- a 6'3" Lumberjack in my platform high heeled boots with the same wig given to the Israeli Giraffe. <span style="font-style: italic;">Anything</span> to make these giant "girls" female, feminine and petite! I shamelessly took it off in public, caring less what any of the chasers thought; I wasn't doing this for them. But it <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> a show we were putting on and people were watching. The Lumberjack loved the wig, shaking it around, demonstrating its bounce!<br /><br />But the <span style="font-style: italic;">Shirt</span><span style="font-style: italic;">! </span><br />How could any of this make sense with that damn shirt on?<br />What would it take to get it off? I had already given him my boots and wig. What needed to happen? I asked again.<br />"Lipstick. Could you put some lipstick on me?"<br />I didn't have any on hand since I (still!) only use black liquid eyeliner as my lipstick.<br />"Do you have any?" I asked.<br />"Yes!"<br />And there in his little bag was a stick of lipstick to be applied to his eagerly awaiting lips.<br />It seemed part of his trip was for <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> to put it on him, <span style="font-style: italic;">Not him</span>.<br />So I applied it to his thin lips -- trying to avoid the whiskers of his thick mustache and beard -- and watched as he instinctively rubbed his lips together to evenly smear it around.<br />It reminded me of being made-over in 3rd grade at the Elementary School's carnival as the girl-who-knew-what-she-was-doing applied lipstick to my lips and I instinctively smeared my lips together to spread it around -- having watched my mother do it. "You know how to do this!" she responded in amazement at the 9 year old queer boy. I smiled proudly, "Yes I do!"<br /><br />Lipstick applied, the man slowly took off the plaid flannel shirt he had been hiding behind all night! He was still shy, but <span style="font-style: italic;">feeling</span> it -- feeling feminine and somehow complete. The lipstick gave him the power to complete the transformation. No one could see the lipstick, but he could feel it and that's all that mattered. He looked in the giant mirror and soaked in the image we had created together. And all was good in the world!<br /><br />And once again, I was there to help. As is my duty and obligation.<br /><br />The following day was a Bear Party and I was hoping to have the sex I never had the night before; it didn't happen. I tried fucking a friend who hasn't been fucked in over a decade and all I ended up doing was putting a couple fingers up his ass and calling it a day. Zzzz...<br /><br />We spent a lot of time laying down, feeling each others' bodies and talking about reality shows and life in general. Very casual. Very friendly, but there was a strong urge to hold his hairless body next to me. (What was a hairless person doing at a <span style="font-style: italic;">Bear</span> party?! He said by comparison, it made him feel skinny! It did the same for me! Hanging out with bigger, older men makes you feel young, skinny and desired!)<br /><br />We ended up going out to dinner after the party. It was great to have someone who's company you thoroughly enjoy, but there's also a sexual impulse to wanna get-with-him. And that impulse is returned.<br /><br />That was an afternoon event and by the time evening rolled around it was time for <span style="font-style: italic;">The Main Event</span>: the LGBT Pride Party and performing (in drag) a routine that I had been rehearsing with Coat Check Kelly all week. I don't want to spoil anything because we're going to make a video of it and I want to post it here. I will tell you the audience <span style="font-style: italic;">loved</span> it as we lipsynched to our own voices. A story was told and it was understood and totally embraced! It made me ready to perform again! But first, we have to make that video!<br /><br />Feeling the rush of the performance, I was standing near the coat check area when an incredibly sexy guy came up to Kelly and was asking for me. Or rather, he was asking for "the owner of the club." He knew me by name, but he knew me as a guy and what stood before him was a giant drag queen in high-heeled boots. Kelly pointed me out.<br />"There he is!"<br />The sexy Latin just laughed and walked away.<br />Kelly said the guy had eaten out with us once before -- after a party.<br />He <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> look familiar. And definitely sexy. But clearly my outfit was not sustaining interest. He was <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> a trannie chaser!<br />Kelly also mentioned that the guy was a power bottom and when I saw him a little later, he was already getting fucked by an older chubby guy. <span style="font-style: italic;">Unacceptable!</span> That ass belonged to me!<br /><br />So I ran upstairs, washed off my makeup and switched into my boy clothes. Or rather, <span style="font-style: italic;">man</span> clothes: black combat boots and a black leather-looking jock strap. (Actually it was rubber with foam lining.)<br />I searched around -- a man-on-a-mission -- and found him (the HOT guy looking for me) in the same area I had seen him before, sucking the guy's dick who had just been fucking him. His ass was sticking out, but the guy who's dick he was sucking had his hand on his ass, fingering his hole.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No!</span> That hole is <span style="font-style: italic;">mine! </span><br />So I felt up the other butt cheek aggressively, prompting the bottom to turn around. And there I stood, with my newly pumped up beefy pecs asking if I could fuck him.<br />"Yeah."<br />(<span style="font-style: italic;">Yes!</span>)<br />So I got hard, got a condom and started fucking him doggy-style as he sucked the guys' dick.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">AND I DIDN'T STOP FUCKING HIM FOR 90 MINUTES! </span><br />I wanted to prove to him what a power top I could be and he clearly loved it.<br /><br />We took a break once to clean up and start over again.<br />And at one point as he sucked my dick, I played with his ass and invited someone over to fuck it -- as though it belonged to me and I got to choose who fucked it and when.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hot!<br /><br /></span>(There was also a time -- actually at two locations -- where a woman played right next to us and thanked us for fulfilling a fantasy: she had always wanted to watch a guy get fucked by another guy. She even gave me a flogger to use on either of them, but I was too busy fucking to use it properly.)<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br />I told my bottom guy that I like to spit and slap and do some rough stuff, but all he allowed me to do was spit on his balls and ass. So I did a lot of that. I also sat on his face and ended up cumming on his chest. He used my cum as lubricant to masturbate himself and shot his own load as I fingered his hole. Perfect!<br /><br />And a good time was had by all!<br /><br />Sort of.<br />Toward the end of our play, as we were getting close to finishing and I was really pounding him, a good friend stood nearby and kept saying loudly how hot my fucking was. Great! I appreciate the good review, but don't stand by and comment on my behavior <span style="font-style: italic;">AS I'M DOING IT</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">NOT STOP TALKING!</span> It's like a critic standing up in the middle of the audience during a performance and commenting on the play <span style="font-style: italic;">AS IT'S GOING ON</span>! Rude! (No matter how positive the review might be, it's distracting and unappreciated.)<br /><br />So I wrote him an email and said I appreciated the sentiment, but next time, either <span style="font-style: italic;">join in</span> (he's very young and sexy, so <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> could be fun!), stand and watch <span style="font-style: italic;">quietly</span>, or just move on. Otherwise it's too much of a distraction.<br /><br />Yes, I like to (sometimes) put on a show, but a blow-by-blow account of the action?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No!</span> Ain't gonna happen -- not in <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> club!Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-23463883306968165672010-06-14T14:35:00.001-07:002010-07-02T21:56:35.416-07:00Blood Clot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSuR8cPMxJt6j4iOsLQXJ9Pl-0NCck-Alu64-zpph47pfekhgbB27vZsr82B5-gG9F_qARPLSn8J3GGkB-Z77Qg9QmtTbxwuD5NETwY7FnYnS7tzocw2WFfM3-I2jubroR6Gk7c6R5gZg/s1600/ClogCOMBO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSuR8cPMxJt6j4iOsLQXJ9Pl-0NCck-Alu64-zpph47pfekhgbB27vZsr82B5-gG9F_qARPLSn8J3GGkB-Z77Qg9QmtTbxwuD5NETwY7FnYnS7tzocw2WFfM3-I2jubroR6Gk7c6R5gZg/s400/ClogCOMBO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482829916636826722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I reached in deep and pulled out her bloody tampon.<br /><br />Who was she? I don't know. I never even saw her -- she was long gone. But I'm keeping the evidence for DNA testing to find out who she is, because it was <span style="font-style: italic;">her</span> bloody tampon that made my weekend a living hell.<br /><br />The blood clot began a week earlier (while I was fucking an 11-toed Latin man in a Florida swamp). It was at a lesbian S&M party. Not my thing -- women. I hate them now. Is that misogynistic? Who cares? Let <span style="font-style: italic;">them</span> spend two days trying to clean up the mess they created and see how <span style="font-style: italic;">they</span> feel about themselves!<br /><br />A word to the ladies: learn how to dispose of your tampons properly <span style="font-style: italic;">as the signs indicate</span>.<br />But someone ignored those signs and her bloody tampon didn't wreak its havoc until a week later, when I casually entered the basement party space the Saturday afternoon before my own party began.<br /><br />Immediately I noticed a <span style="font-style: italic;">River Running Through It</span> (the basement). Was there a flood from the roof? Rain water? I went to the bathroom area and noticed the sewage was coming up through the drain pipes adjacent to the toilets. I flushed them. And <span style="font-style: italic;">more</span> came up through the drain hole.<br /><br />FUCK! It was my nightmare. <span style="font-style: italic;">Again!</span> I checked the front sewer trap to see if the clog was there (I won't make the mistake again of <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> checking <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> first). It was clear at that point: the clog/clot was further up inside. I'd have to rent a snake from Home Depot (<span style="font-style: italic;">again</span>) and clear it out before that evening's party. Otherwise I'd have to cancel the event.<br />I called the lesbian promoter to assist. Not available? Fuck <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>! It's <span style="font-style: italic;">your</span> lady/ladies who plugged it up -- it's <span style="font-style: italic;">your</span> responsibility to <span style="font-style: italic;">UN</span>plug it.<br /><br />But she couldn't.<br />So I found help elsewhere. Someone was willing to go with me to Home Depot to rent the industrial sized snake and get out whatever was in there. Was it even a tampon? The promoter said it likely wasn't -- that she had been at the space throughout the week and used the bathroom and there was never a backup.<br />(But I know these things can take a while to percolate -- it's not always instant.)<br /><br />So we did it.<br />I cleared it.<br />But the only thing I was able to pull out was one piece of paper toweling! Was that it? It didn't matter -- the water was running smoothly from the toilets and sinks without backup and that was the important thing. I probably loosened up whatever was in there.<br />Crisis averted.<br /><br />We had to rush to get the place clean and smelling good (burning Sage again!) But the party started on time and everyone was happy!<br /><br />For about two hours.<br /><br />At the height of the party, someone came up and said "There's some water coming up..."<br />"Oh shit." <span style="font-style: italic;">Literally.</span><br />And my nightmare quadrupled.<br />I got the wet vac and sucked out the drain (not too helpful) and got squeegees to move the water from one area to the drain at the other end of the space. (We couldn't get it to stop.)<br />Just then my current favorite 21 year old showed up to play. "Sorry -- I have raw sewage running through my party space. Can't play right now!" -- is what I thought. All that came out was "I'm busy."<br /><br />We put caution tape around the drainage area of the club to keep people away from the Lesbian Crime Scene. No need to be around <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> hole -- it didn't look particularly inviting, with the toilet paper, dirty water and perhaps a few indistinguishable chunks-of-whatever around it.<br /><br />But it didn't smell! Thank god!<br />Truth be told, it was really more water than anything else. Toilet water, yes, but maybe 5% urine and that's substantially less than we get at the Piss Parties and no one complains about the wet floors <span style="font-style: italic;">there</span>! As long as no one defecated, we were in the clear. So to speak.<br /><br />The DJ made an announcement that people try to avoid "the puddles being created by a water leak." No one seemed to care. They tracked the "water" through much of the club, especially in the maze area, but the back play areas were dry and fresh!<br /><br />We also diverted their attention by throwing someone a spontaneous birthday party with two Entenmann's cakes and 5 candles, with paper plates and forks. It was a last minute purchase, but once we all sang "Happy Birthday" and he blew out the candles, the chocolate confection provided the perfect distraction from the raw sewage flowing around our feet.<br /><br />The remainder of the evening was spent squeegeeing the water through the maze area, past the DJ and the precut slices of chocolate cake on paper plates and into the drain at the front.<br />The only mishap I witnessed was someone in footie socks trying to avoid the puddle by jumping across it, missing the dry edge by 20 inches and slipping back into the river.<br />But he was young and athletic and recovered quickly. I suggested he take a shower, not really explaining why.<br /><br />Someone even asked where all the water was "leaking from." I just pointing in the direction of the bathrooms/plumbing and said "over there."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Three hours later</span>, the final people departed and our small group of friends went out to eat at a local diner. I had no intention of dealing with the clog that night or cleaning up anything. I was too exhausted.<br /><br />After only four hours of sleep I hit the ground running Sunday for a Piss Party starting at 5pm. The promoters would be there at 4pm to set things up so my time was incredibly limited to get to Home Depot, clear the clog and clean up all the condoms and lube and yes, even some big chunks of poop that erupted out of the drain -- before they arrived for their own version of fun. And raw sewage is <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> part of their aesthetic. We had to cancel one of their parties before for exactly the same reason. I just needed to find someone willing and able to help me transport the snake. <span style="font-style: italic;"> Again.</span><br /><br />I called up the lesbian promoter again to inform her that last night's party was a disaster, the pipes were <span style="font-style: italic;">still</span> clogged and that it was essential I<span style="font-style: italic;"></span> get her assistance<span style="font-style: italic;"> this</span> time.<br />But she was "At a Pride event in New Jersey... sorry..."<br />Are you kidding me? I'm cleaning out <span style="font-style: italic;">your</span> shit while <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> party?<br />I was livid -- my head ready to explode. Who was going to help me <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> time?<br /><br />And then along came my Knight in Shining Armor, a masculine top man with a deep voice, incredible smile and the dick of death who lives in the neighborhood and had the afternoon available. (He's also an occasional fuck buddy -- a <span style="font-style: italic;">rare</span> good top!)<br />Score!<br /><br />I got access to a friend's SUV and talked to the (now familiar) folk at Home Depot about the best way to clear a clog. Different tools can attached to the end of the snake to ensnare whatever's in there, as long as you know what might be clogging it. The day before I had apparently used the wrong tool -- and pulled it out in reverse mode.<br /><br />So I tried it again, with my top man behind me as I was bent over. He pushed on the power pad that made the snake spin as I fed it into the hole. (Home Depot said to always keep it spinning in a foward direction, otherwise you might not retrieve the clog). Eventually I couldn't feed it in anymore, so I pulled it out, but again, only found a paper towel.<br /><br />In again it went, as far deep as the snake could be pushed. I could feel the power coming from the man behind me. I was equal parts exhausted and exhilarated as I pushed myself to my physical limits.<br /><br />When it was impossible to continue any further, the snake was pulled out. Again.<br /><br />Only <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> time unusual farting noises could be heard as air attempted to escape. <span style="font-style: italic;">Something</span> was happening. Something <span style="font-style: italic;">big</span>. Something substantially greater than the previous day's attempt to clear out the hole.<br /><br />Just as the snake's tip was pulled out, the final fart pushed out a plethora of sewage as brown liquid erupted into the trap, allowing the fresh water from the sinks to make its way through the system. It was <span style="font-style: italic;">clear</span>!<br /><br />So what was inside the trap that had been clogging my constipated pipes for the last two days?<br />Yes, the aforemention bloody tampon: I picked it up with my gloved hand and rested it on the cement edge of the trap where it still sits, waiting to be returned to its rightful owner, once we take the hair samples of all woman who enter the premises and the DNA results come back.<br /><br />And there was something else. Completely unexpected.<br />The landlord has a new <span style="font-style: italic;">Female Dog</span> that they let run around on their roof top. She chewed up a white plastic drain cover, that subsequently flowed down the drain pipe and wreaked havoc of its own.<br /><br />Several pieces of that plastic drain cover were mixed in with the bloody tampon. It was the perfect storm, inside our pipes.<br /><br />Once that clot passed, everything flowed smoothly from that point on. My TopMan generously helped us set up and we opened the doors only 5 minutes late. Not bad considering the non-stop work that took place prior to the first person walking through the doors of a freshly cleaned basement - only to get covered in piss minutes later.<br /><br />I went into the backroom and sucked my Knight's big dick.<br />Thank you, Universe, I could finally relax!<br /><br />Still, when it comes to bloody tampons and chewed drainage covers, I have to admit I really hate that Bitch!<br /><br />And the lesbian promoter? I still love her.<br />She wasn't the one who put the tampon down the toilet, which most woman do anyway.<br /><br />But is it really necessary that I tell her about the plastic drain cover that was probably the bigger culprit in the clot?<br />No, let her feel bad for a while since she wasn't there to help out when I needed her!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">NOW</span> who's the bitch?Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-19908717126829256622010-06-05T11:14:00.000-07:002010-06-05T11:44:09.161-07:00Monster Mash/Up on Memorial Day Weekend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdqGmUr3-v0XEdTlnPNSAVXavA0Q_r2nK-rF3f3z2vHQHJBaHHbZV8kndA4XkeeISfoa5gGy4QxEfiBXxyM4089MIMwgq6qBqDy_3kKZPDs6LB7Gm2E-p2EOLM4aCj8r6PZpJba6vT04/s1600/CampgroundFreakshow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdqGmUr3-v0XEdTlnPNSAVXavA0Q_r2nK-rF3f3z2vHQHJBaHHbZV8kndA4XkeeISfoa5gGy4QxEfiBXxyM4089MIMwgq6qBqDy_3kKZPDs6LB7Gm2E-p2EOLM4aCj8r6PZpJba6vT04/s400/CampgroundFreakshow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479355049488968418" border="0" /></a><br /><br />With the summer fast approaching, it seemed a good time to go camping in Florida before it got too hot. So for Memorial Day Weekend I booked a campsite in the middle of Florida, hoping I might find some Southern Comfort. And boy did I!<br /><br />Arriving in the middle of a rain storm, there were two young-ish Latin men checking in at the same time. And as it ended up, they had the campsite right next to us! We even shared the same electrical outlet!<br />I was shamelessly flirting in the office, with one in particular. And he seemed to appreciate the attention, which egged me on even further. His sparkling brown eyes reminded me of a young Marlon Brando with a great smile, perfect teeth and dimpled cheeks.<br /><br />As we set up the campsite, I was aggressively pushing my body into him, mostly his backside, since that seemed to be the direction he wanted.<br /><br />Oh fuck it.<br />Let's just cut to the chase:<br />Later that evening we got naked naked in his tent and I fucked him so good that he came without even touching himself (he said that was the third time in his life that had happened) and the next day I discovered he had six toes on one foot -- the first time I had ever seen one, let alone provided an orgasm for someone so freakishly disfigured.<br /><br />Ok, so it was only a little freaky, but I liked the randomness of the discovery: "Oh -- WOW -- you have six toes there!" And he was wearing flip flops the whole time, so it's not like he was hiding it.<br />It was like the physical manifestation of my own internal weirdness. Very Lady Gaga (more on her later). I may not appear disfigured on the outside, but get a chance to know me and... well, whatever.<br />We all have our issues.<br /><br />After he had his orgasm, he was tired and wanted to take a nap.<br />Not me. I was still orgasmless.<br /><br />The evening was still young, so I went to the rec hall where they had dancing. I stripped naked (the only one to do so) and made a spectacle of myself. Earlier in the evening during Bingo, the organizer insisted I pull down my pants and show my dick. Which I did happily -- I even completely stripped down -- my preferred way to be while camping! So for the rest of the weekend I became known as "The Naked Guy."<br /><br />While dancing naked to Lady Gaga (which the DJ played every third song -- one night he played "Bad Romance" five times!) a very masculine guy with a deep tan, tattoos and even deeper voice (like a biker on acid with spiky bleached hair) had jeans that kept falling off his butt, exposing his ass crack and a major tan line. As dark as his tan was, his ass was that much whiter. I was helpless.<br />There is nothing better than the tan line of an ass (except maybe eating it). It helps if it's nicely rounded too! But the juxtaposition of light against dark seems to amplify its size. It's like seeing something that's been hidden from daylight. Literally! A secret Garden of Earthly Delights! Tempting me...<br /><br />So I fucked him too.<br />...in his giant motor home with its own indoor shower, kitchen, complete with landscaping on a permanent spot at the campground.<br />As it turned out he also managed a sex club (surprise!) so we exchanged the minutia of sex club protocol -- the <span style="font-style: italic;">ins</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">outs</span> of how a club is run, so to speak.<br />Several days later I ran into him at a popular used clothing store in Fort Lauderdale.<br />"Small world," he said. Walt Disney was right.<br /><br />On my last evening at the campground, I finally found someone to dance naked with -- someone I had been playing with earlier in the pool, where his legs were wrapped around my waist and his hole was open for business.<br />Why was I being presented with so many bottoms?<br /><br />So I fucked him too.<br />But the build up to doing it was fun:<br />Since we had already been naked together at the pool and he had one of the best washboard stomachs on the campground, I insisted he get naked on the dance floor with me. It was the final night of a holiday weekend; I wouldn't take no for an answer.<br /><br />As we danced naked together, I was being offered Mud Slides (which I preferred to the jello shots) while on the dance floor and loved the chocolaty flavor of the liqueur. (I think I have a new favorite mixed cocktail!)<br />"I'd love to lick this out of your ass," I joked to him, knowing how clean and smooth his hole would be from playing with it earlier in the day.<br />"Ok."<br />"You mean I can really lick this out of your crack?"<br />"Yeah."<br />"Right now? Outside?"<br />"Sure."<br /><br />So we <span style="font-style: italic;">immediately</span> vacated the rec hall and there among the snakes, geckos and armadillos (I saw <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> of them over the weekend!) he bent over and I poured two mudslides down his crack and licked them up as they arrived at his hole. I was in heaven.<br />Just like that guy who ate the chocolate Easter bunny out of a guy's ass, I got to lick chocolate at the entrance to this man's hole... his perfectly smooth hole attached to a lean body... bending over for me in the woods... exquisite!<br /><br />So we went back to the motor home <span style="font-style: italic;">he</span> was staying in (it belonged to a friend) and I fucked him for a while, eventually asking if there was anything more he'd like to do.<br />"I like getting fisted."<br />"Ok."<br />And so the previously mentioned J-Lube was brought out -- the slimy horror movie goo that fit perfectly with the campground's boggy Spanish moss environment -- very Swamp Creature. Suddenly I was the central character of a zombie movie taking place in the middle of the Florida everglades -- grabbing at his intestines via the rectum!<br /><br />It was simply too much to keep private, so I insisted he let me fist him in a public sling in a small area in the woods that was designed for sex play. A platform had been built with glory holes to walk up to, so people on the other side of the wall could suck your dick while standing, similar to Blow Buddies, a sex club in San Francisco.<br /><br />And to the side of the platform, a sling had been set up. And there, we put on a fisting show to a throng of onlookers curious about what "The Naked Guy" and his youthfully lean protege were into.<br /><br />But it was getting late and we were exhausted from all the outdoor play (including a very sunny afternoon at the pool) so without even cumming that night we slept in his cooled motor home, waking up with hard ons and a need to cum. So I fucked him again, but my dick wasn't enough to finish him off -- he needed a morning fist up his ass!<br /><br />So I indulged him once again and we both shot our loads, bringing my weekend at the campground to a satisfying climax.Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-27066521742075701852010-06-04T11:13:00.000-07:002010-06-04T11:35:57.373-07:00My Israeli Giraffe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgARwsVhprgpO2KniaXqH0XyZHnkpOG8aJ0Q0tE81cryMZ4W_uVxDWFMnDAvvANUSwAgxSxPYctaL3d1X69-oTkmgw8tdK0WwfjPH0hrBJy7sc2Sb5aldU1YTm_va5hdsXpUGAo0GKzNd0/s1600/IsraeliGiraffeEMAIL.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgARwsVhprgpO2KniaXqH0XyZHnkpOG8aJ0Q0tE81cryMZ4W_uVxDWFMnDAvvANUSwAgxSxPYctaL3d1X69-oTkmgw8tdK0WwfjPH0hrBJy7sc2Sb5aldU1YTm_va5hdsXpUGAo0GKzNd0/s400/IsraeliGiraffeEMAIL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478983400810279570" border="0" /></a><br />So what happens when a person shows up at the wrong party?<br />Sometimes they have the date wrong, sometimes they're passing by and see that something's happening, so they check it out.<br /><br />On this particular Friday evening, the original piss party was happening, where many of the gentleman are older. A Caucasian age-appropriate transvestite showed up wearing a wig, full makeup, woman's clothing and a <span style="font-style: italic;">lot</span> of perfume, thinking it was the trannie-and-their-admirers party, which was the following Friday.<br /><br />The promoters at the door explained to her this was a piss party, it was all men, and that she'd have to shower off the perfume which was overwhelming to the point of being distracting and offensive.<br />She agreed.<br />I was never privy to what she did downstairs, but I was at the door when she left and her hair was wet and flat, her makeup was barely visible except for some eye liner, her outfit was in shambles and she said she had a good time. Not bad for arriving at the wrong event!<br /><br />Unfortunately for someone from the other side of the tracks (a trannie <span style="font-style: italic;">chaser</span> looking for "girls" who stopped by later) a piss party for men-only was not his cup of tea. The promoters weren't there to explain things (they had joined their party) and the man looked familiar, so I thought he was there for the piss party. He was African American with a good attitude, but in less than five minutes he came back to the door saying it wasn't the party he expected. His donation was returned and it made me realize a lot of trannie chasers are NOT bisexual. No broad interests here -- this guy was definitely straight identified and not having it (but still friendly to me). And that one "girl" who was already down there? I think she was busy. And likely not his type, especially with the drag persona essentially pissed off her body.<br /><br />The following night was the party for the entire LGBT community, where diversity reigns.<br /><br />My highlight was getting a young lean 6'4'' Israeli man with dental braces and nerd glasses to try on some drag clothes. I was also dressed up to be a hostess, and had seen him getting a blow job from a trannie, so I figured he'd be into something in that arena. He said he had never dressed up before, so I gave him my men's size 13 high heeled platform boots, a Pucci- inspired baby doll dress and a giant wig from a movie I produced that's actually five brunette wigs sewn together. It looked perfect on him! Prompting us to make out.<br />Once again I was a lesbian!<br /><br />Being 6'4" the boots easily added another 6 inches, bringing his height to almost seven feet. The low ceilings coupled with his first time in high heels created quite the giraffe effect, as he awkwardly tried doing a runway walk at my request. I even took pictures, including his height-appropriately-sized penis, which I sucked in the DJ lounge before a crowd of onlookers.<br /><br />There was almost a romantic feeling as he frequently adjusted my outfit to make sure it looked just right while we interacted and I did my hostessing dutes. He was taking care of his girl! And whenever I sat down his arm was right there to support my back and provide a warm embrace. What a gentleman! He really attended to my needs in a very subtle way. (Or maybe as I later learned, he might be a bit OCD about things being perfect with regard to my outfit looking right!)<br /><br />When the party was nearing an end, I needed to change back to my male persona and take off the dark makeup and large white wig I was wearing.<br />As a test I walked by the Israeli giraffe and looked at him straight in the eyes.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He ignored me!</span><br />He didn't have a clue who I was!<br />A couple minutes later I came back and introduced myself as the girl he was just playing with. It took him a while to adjust to my new look, but he was into me as a boy and he joined the staff for breakfast at a local diner after the party ended.<br /><br />He's back in Israel now for the summer, perhaps visiting some of the Hasidic communities he grew up in. It doesn't surprise me that with his gentle nature he used to live in a Hasidic community complete with long hair and Payos that were recently cut off. I have a fetish for Hasidic men, have I mentioned that before? Something about acting out from a conservative lifestyle. Plus I think Jewish guys are physically sexy.<br /><br />Is it possible a romantic seed was planted with my Israeli giraffe?<br /><br />Well, a week later I ran into an acquaintance -- a bi-racial student with dreadlocks from France that was surprisingly into me. We were <span style="font-style: italic;">very</span> sexually compatible and fucked two days in a row. He even spent the night at my apartment in Manhattan and I fucked him in the morning. He orgasmed 10 seconds before my roommate walked in the door!<br /><br />So... romance?<br />Let's just say I'll continue to sow my wild oats in the field known as "a private residential space where sex parties occur."<br />And I'll bide my time...Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424126059045664243.post-84967352358277250162010-05-15T13:50:00.001-07:002010-05-15T14:07:04.200-07:00The Parting of the Yellow Sea<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbtUJWURT24kXc-DyNDOm4f2H29CHxjLIQbEF49oCGd95YgAG-PORMh2DutANFOgGC7ohuYTRTcHV2ScC0P7PUHIw_6Cdi9pFq3HclRQONfNbLksKCLj5TxKndndL_yNes2jkHd1c0dck/s1600/partingyellowsea.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbtUJWURT24kXc-DyNDOm4f2H29CHxjLIQbEF49oCGd95YgAG-PORMh2DutANFOgGC7ohuYTRTcHV2ScC0P7PUHIw_6Cdi9pFq3HclRQONfNbLksKCLj5TxKndndL_yNes2jkHd1c0dck/s400/partingyellowsea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471602343214171426" border="0" /></a><br />Like Moses and his parting of the "Yellow" Sea, this past Saturday was time for me to separate myself from the promoter of a piss event, to bring his tumultuous party to an end and allow him to lead his flock to the promised land of another Borough. But things don't always go according to plan...<br /><br />Of all the promoters, he's the one who acts like he's doing me a favor by having his parties here. When in reality, who wants people pissing all over their space? He's lucky to have found a place that's so accommodating!<br /><br />Two months ago (at his last party) I said that we could not longer use the washer and dryer in the building for cleaning towels. I mean, what tenants want to put their kids' clothes in a washer or dryer that had sex party rags thrown into it? A stray condom even.<br />No, it was time to use a public laundromat.<br />But what would happen if we ran out of bath towels at 2:00am?<br />That was unacceptable to him!<br />And using paper towels was not an option.<br />He "wasn't given enough notice" so that he could bring more towels of his own. He <span style="font-style: italic;">insisted</span> that he be able to use the washer and dryer one last time. (I already had about 70 clean towels ready to go.)<br />He said that he wrote in his advertisement to the members that towels were available and if they ran out and didn't have any, the guys wouldn't come back.<br /><br />My response: NO! You can't use it! Period. End of discussion.<br />So, was there a 24 hour laundromat he could use?<br />Eventually we figured that to be our solution -- to drive a half mile if we ran out of towels.<br />Funny thing is, we never did.<br /><br />This wasn't the first time he demanded things be his way, rather than give into the demands of the person who owns the space (not me).<br />He also wanted to serve liquor, which was getting guys really wasted and throwing up in garbage cans. He laughed it off as "boys will be boys," ignoring the liability of having drunks at the space. And then he continued bringing the liquor anyway saying that he wanted to finish off the supply that he had. He <span style="font-style: italic;">refused</span> to obey the rules.<br />Why was he even still here?<br />(He stopped serving liquor.)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And</span> he doesn't like having to clean up the space, which requires hosing down with soap and water, then sqeegeeing it to the drains. Instead, he prefers that the original (older) piss party guys schedule their parties <span style="font-style: italic;">after</span> his and let <span style="font-style: italic;">them </span>hose the place down -- for <span style="font-style: italic;">his</span> party too! The <span style="font-style: italic;">nerve</span>! Such entitlement issues.<br /><br />I could overlook all the things that rub me the wrong way if he was at least a nice guy who could understand an opposing viewpoint, rather than always forcing his agenda at a place that isn't even his. His attitude was all wrong -- this is a team effort, not a party of one. We work <span style="font-style: italic;">together</span>.<br /><br />Dare I say -- it's not all about <span style="font-style: italic;">him</span>! We don't need his party here, especially after the recent text he left:<br /><br />"Ugh. Ok."<br /><br />That was his response when I reminded him the washer and dryer were <span style="font-style: italic;">still</span> not available (he tends to "forget" rules) and that he should bring extra towels.<br />It was the "ugh" that bothered me. I could hear his saying it. As if he was being put out once again. That he had to deal with yet another set back.<br /><br />So as I set up the space before he arrived, I kept imagining how our conversation would go... how I would tell him I didn't want him to do parties here anymore and that this would be the last one.<br /><br />The funny thing is, as soon as he arrived, he was an angel! And the extra towels I had purchased and washed (now totaling 104!) were more that enough -- not even half were used!<br /><br />I even told him about my plans to end his party and he was aghast and said "You're joking, right?" No, I wasn't.<br />I shared my feelings about his views of the space and strangely it felt as though a healing was taking place. The parting yellow sea walls were gently coming back together without destroying the enemy.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But</span>... it was a new party, so there had to be one last issue to complain about --<br />the sound system.<br /><br />It wasn't working properly for his DJ -- who needed a speaker moved closer to him so he could mix the CDs, throwing off the balance of the other speaker. He wanted it moved.<br />So at his request I reluctantly unscrewed a permanently installed speaker and moved it to another location, so a small room in the back could get music.<br /><br />When he realized it was better where it was before, and it had to be re-installed to its original spot, all I could do was laugh and say, "That's why I had it there to begin with."<br /><br />Maybe now I'll start building an arc!Wakefield8http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235355996922457073noreply@blogger.com0