IML Date

So, it’s about time I wrote about IML, no?

What can I say, really? It was a blast. Considering how beat (sick) I was by the end of last year, I am actually a bit surprised at how energetic I felt heading to the airport on Tuesday. Part of that is doubtlessly due to the fact that I had my very own bed in the hotel that was mine and no one else’s. More than that though was the regularity of my schedule. Let’s face it: I’m a boy. I need structure. And in fact, whenever I’m on vacation or otherwise not working, I go insane. And at an event like IML, I would have not only just wandered around aimlessly, I would have over-played and really worn myself out. Working for Nasty Pig every day was definitely exhausting, but really allowed me to not get over-stimulated.

Speaking of play, most of the play I had was bondage oriented. There was only about half as much cock sucking as I expected. And in fact, the most exciting part of my trip was rather…well… romantic. Ok ok, let me explain. I met a guy. Heh. Yeah, at IML.

His name is Tony. We met at the Nasty Pig booth. He was tall (er), dark (gorgeous dark skin), and handsome (wow…). We flirted a bit, but so did everyone at the booth. It wasn’t until I saw him later at the bar that I really got excited. We talked for a bit, and I quickly learned that he was into fisting, ass play, and fucking. Not just into them: REALLY INTO THEM. Anyone who has read this blog should know how problematic that seems.

My loss, I figured. Could I have pursued it? Sure. I mean, it isn’t impossible to find other common sexual interests. But for an IML hook up, is it really worth it? I headed out to find some friends, and I swear, I kept running into Tony every few minutes. LITERALLY. We just kept seeing each other. It was like we were being thrust into each other’s way, and I finally decided to take the hint.

He asked for my number, and I told him point blank that I wasn’t into anal or ass play. If he wanted to still meet up, I would love to. But I told him if he wasn’t interested, I would completely understand. Sure enough he wanted to.

I ended up seeing him later all by accident as I was roaming the hotel. I told my friends I would catch up with them in a sec, and sure enough ended up forgetting all about them and spending the whole night with Tony. We hung out at the hotel together for an hour or so before heading back to his place. He was just so sexy, handsome, and in charge… I was swooning more than a little bit. And…on the walk back to his place, I did something super dorky. I tried holding his hand… :-(. I know, big IML no-no. As soon as I did it I immediately let go and apologized. But then he looked at me and told me I could hold his hand if I wanted to. AND I WANTED TO. So there we were, walking through the IML host hotel, holding hands like some high school sweet hearts going to the sock-hop in the 1950’s (except for, you know, the whole interracial gay couple part).

I have to admit, sometimes I surprise even myself with what a hopeless romantic I can be, and how easy it is for me to get swept away in flights of fancy. But he seemed pretty cool with my romantic side. After we got back to his place, we fooled around and it was definitely hot. But may fav part of the night may have been falling asleep on his chest.

The next day we agreed to meet up for dinner later, and as it got later in the day, I asked if we could maybe take a walk too. I hadn’t really explored most of area around the hotel, and besides I thought it would be nice to take a walk together.

We ended up going to Millennium Park, and it was, for lack of a better term, MAGICAL. There was a free concert playing, the weather was perfect, the park itself was enchanting, and there I was with a handsome stranger who I was finding more endearing with each step.

I’m not going to go into too much detail, but as the night wore down, it was becoming increasingly clear that it was nothing short of a crime that Tony and I lived on opposite coasts. We had quite a lot in common, and I would have loved some freedom to explore that. Still, we took advantage of the time we had. I really enjoyed meeting him, and I think it says a lot that the date I went on at IML was highlight of the whole trip for me. Thanks Tony.

More IML posts to come, and in the meantime, check out Tony's fisting blog: http://studfist.blogspot.com/

IML Recap Part 1

So basically, IML was a blast. I had a great time, met some great people, worked my ass off, and caught up with old friends. I'll be writing about all of that in the coming days, but until then...here is a little teaser...

IML

Well, I'm packing up this morning and flying out to IML in just a few hours. I hope to see you all there! Pleeeaaassseee keep in mind though that I am going to be working hard all day at Nasty Pig. If you see me there, feel free to say hey, but I'm not going to be able to hang out. Thanks guys, I will have much more time to be social in the lobby!

If I have the energy, I may be doing daily updates. We'll see.

It's going to be quite the weekend.

IML Overview

Well, I'm sick. Sick, sick, sick I'm afraid. I pushed myself a little bit too hard this past weekend, and running around in naught but a jock strap in the chilled market probably wasn't great for the old immune system. Still, I think it was worth it.

My first IML was an experience, to say the least. It had all the elements of any good weekend; laughter, tears (will explain later), incredible orgasms, good friends, good food, and plenty of booze! Over the next few days I will start writing up more vivid accounts of my weekend and it's exploits. For now I thought I would just post some pictures of me and the people who made my weekend everything that it was. Thanks to all of you! Miss you already ^ _ ^.

Jesus. God.

Just got in from IML.
Fucking exhausted.
Bed now.
More to come.

And now for something we think you'll really enjoy!

So there hasn't been much to report lately. It hasn't even been an issue of being busy really. I was home visiting the fam for a week wherein NOTHING happened (and I don't just mean nothing kinky). I have been in NYC for two days and have had two french lessons with Bob (but its so beautiful out that we just did them in central park instead of the bondage idea). I saw Greg, which was wonderful. But nothing really screaming to be posted.

However, tomorrow morning I head to Chicago for my first IML, and it is certainly shaping up to be an epic, of sorts. Truly, all the elements are in place for an epic on scale with "Gone with the Wind" or even The Odyssey. Of course I will be having all sorts of hot play, heavy laughs with some new and old friends, the adventure of exploring something so vast on my own, and the drama of seeing David again for the first time in 9 months (which I realize now is almost inevitable since I will be working the recon booth). Not to mention, Greg will be there. We agreed to go separately, since going together would really limit the experiences we could have. Still, it will be interesting to see how well that works.

And to top it all off, one little leather boy is about to turn 22! Can you believe it? Let's face it, twinks are old by twenty one, and ancient by 25. So I better get my kicks while I'm still young enough to get them! hahahah Still, as I go through my twenties, I hope to experience a metamorphosis of sorts. I'll go in a cute young twink, and hopefully come out someone more handsome than cute, maybe grow a little chest hair, with the maturity of a boy who is fully in touch with his submissive side. Until then, I intend to live up my youth! HAPPY soon-to-be-BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! ^ _ ^