UGH!
As mentioned in my previous post, August is just the worst. But now that September has finally come around (bringing in tow BEAUTIFUL weather), I have the vim and vigor to finally start writing again (not to mention the time, energy, and experience). I'm into my second week of classes, all my residents have moved in, and things are finally starting to settle down. So you can all expect several posts a week again, starting today!
I figured I would kick off my return to blogging in a very similar way that I first started: education. Recently, the AIDS Committee of Toronto (ACT) released a booklet detailing safe methods of practicing BDSM. Most of you will probably have seen this by now, but I think it's important to post anyway (especially for those who have not read it yet). Not only does it describe methods of protecting yourself from STI's such as HIV/AIDS and Hep C, but the booklet also details safe methods of play in addition to general information we should all know about BDSM. It's called "BDSM, Safer Kinky Sex" and since I don't know how to attach it as a file, you can read it here.
It really is worth taking the time to read, even for those of you/us who think you/we know everything.
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
MAL Part 3 (Climax)
Sunday morning began much in the same way Saturday did, only I got to wake up in the hotel which means my mouth was soon stuffed to its limits by Papa's monster cock. Its always amazing to meet men who get off on choking me with their cocks as much as I get off on choking on them.
Other than this, the morning started with me getting ready to distribute condoms. I strapped myself into my makeshift backpack and headed down to the market. The feeling was the same as the prior day's, only on Sunday I managed to finish up by distributing the last of the condoms. That's right, I managed to distribute 1,000 condoms and lube in two days! I was so extremely proud of myself and the community that I really was just on a high for the rest of the weekend.
Still, there were some interesting developments that deviated from the previous day's event-free distribution. At one point, as a way to flirt with my recon boy crush, support recon, and draw attention to my distribution, I was mummified to one of the beams holding up the recon booth. I had not been mummified in a while, and it was nice to have RBC's (Recon-Boy-Crush) hands all over my body, pressing hard to make sure I was bound tightly. Once finished, I had the bag strapped to my chest, with my arms free to distribute. This drew the attention of many passer-by's, which was really great for myself and for the booth. I distributed twice as many condoms in the hour I was tied (and ended up seeing a lot of people I knew from DC which, of course, was slightly humorous).
Another important development involved my mystery leather Daddy, Doug. If you read my first MAL post, you know that I had been infatuated with Doug all Friday night when I first saw him at the Crucible. I saw him working in the Leather Werks (thats how it is spelled) exhibit (coincidentally with some men from recon who I had been getting to know all day Saturday), and couldn't hold back my excitement. Actually, thats a lie. I started off holding it back a lot, and I dare say I played it fairly cool. However, I wasn't satisfied much by the results of my very subtle flirtations, so I upped my game a bit. I wanted him to see me checking him out, and was very excited when he finally did. He looked up at me, saw my obvious attraction, and let a huge grin spread across his enticing lips. We chatted for a bit more before I decided to keep strolling around the market. On leaving though, I flirtatiously told him if he remembered my name when I came back (he hadn't when I first showed up), I would give him a very special prize. (And yes, its exactly what you are all thinking, my lips on his cock haha).
I usually made one full market rotation in about twenty minutes, so when I was nearing the Leather Werks exhibit, I could barely hold back my excitement (really, this time). So when I got there...I was dismayed to realize Doug was no longer there. I didn't want to ask his coworkers quite yet (maybe he was just in the bathroom), and figured I would just see him on my next round. Only he wasn't there on the next round, or the one after that, or the one after that. While I managed to stay cheerful and friendly in my interactions with everyone, I was definitely dissapointed. I really thought Doug was interested in me, but figured he must have forgotten about me already (I was sure it was a hectic weekend for him too).
But I wasn't about to give up! In a last ditch effort I got his number from Derek and gave him a call. He didn't pick up, so I left a voice mail that was the tiniest bit...blunt (surprise). Come on! It was Sunday night, and I didn't have time to do the typical mating dance. I figured if he called me back then he was up for it, and if not I could just move on. Either way, I made it clear that I was interested, and I put the ball in his court.
As I finally got rid of my condoms, I was leaving the market when I suddenly run into Doug, quite literally. We were both walking briskly and bumped into each other while we turned the same corner (how romantic comdefy, no?). I smiled upon seeing him, and my heart started beating once again to see that grin spread across his lips. He told me he was rushing, but got my message and wanted to meet up later. He said his night was packed, but he would be free around 1am. 1am...I could work with that ^ _ ^.
I spent the rest of the evening similarly to the way I spent my Saturday. My weekend "crew" just chilled in the hotel (rooms, not lobby), complete with chinese take out. We just hung out and shared laughs until they got ready and went out to the reaction dance. I was certainly tempted to go, but I am cheap and did not feel like spending thirty bucks to go dancing. Besides...Doug was getting in at 1.
I met up with Tony and Derek for an hour or so while my crew was out dancing and Doug was still at the Eagle. It was great, as always, just to talk to them. We talked about activism, LGBT issues, and safe sex, but we also joked and talked about things like Sweeny Buff, the Demon Barber of Folsom street (with Derek, of course, as his doting mistress Derek Da Lovitt). Plus, during this time (and sorry to reiterate this point) I got to mingle with some new faces and some people I wish I had gotten to know a bit better.
Finally one o clock rolled around and I started checking to see if I could spot Doug. Sure enough, I could. He was towards the center of the lobby, which wasn't crowded at all. In fact, seeing him with just a group of his friends brought out that shyness in me again. It felt a little rude to just walk up and try to steal him away like some sort of fairty-tale child-thief. Some of his coworkers noticed me though (and noticed my apprehension) and encouraged me into going over (thanks guys, I REALLY appreciate it).
I instantly regained my confidence when I saw his excitement to see me spread out across his already cheerful face. I came up and introduced myself to his friends and just listened to their friendly banter while casually getting closer, and more cuddlesome with Doug. While casual, it certainly wasn't discreet, and everyone noticed how physically close we were getting, especially when I started kissing his neck and cheek...(I told you I didn't have any time for the dance). It wasn't long before Doug asked his friend (who I will erect statues of to commemorate his generosity) if he could borrow his room, since Doug's roommate was asleep. Thankfully, he answered in the affirmative.
We quickly made our way to the room, and I learned that Papa and Derek had already briefed Doug all about me. HAH! Thanks for looking out for me. Along with the important disclaimers like "no fucking, he is still exploring SM, etc... they made sure to add that I was a wild ride. Haha, such is what friendship is all about. Thank you both.
As soon as the door closed we were kissing; his powerful arms engulfing me, and my lithe figure arching forward to press tightly against him. I really don't think I can explain Doug's charm quite well enough, but I will keep trying none-the-less. Gradually our clothes peeled away till we were both naked (save for his baseball cap, HOT). He played with my nipps some, and we explored each other's bodies, testing them for signs of heightened sensitivity or sensuality.
What followed was a hot face fucking session, and let me tell you this man knows how to fuck a mouth. Keep in mind, I am not going to describe this in detail. If you have read one description of a blowjob, you have pretty much read them all. It was hot though.
What became almost as hot was the way he worked over my balls. I have never been into SM much, and that includes CBT. I think for him this was an even bigger turn on, and it gave him the chance to introduce someone to erotic cbt. It was quite similar to the spanking session Larry introduced me to in the sense that it was very deliberate. It wasn't foreplay (necessarily), and it wasn't casual. Each swat and each of my balls was designed to take me one step higher, and executed with precision and purpose. It led to a gradual build up of the bain in my balls, and the effect on my cock was undeniable. I was shocked at how much I was getting into it. Between my piggy moans (through his dirty briefs which has been stuffed in my mouth) and the stiffness of my cock, it was very clear how turned on I was.
This energy only seemed to embolden him and excite him. The scene went on for at least fifteen or twenty minutes (and even lasted through Doug's best friend returning to the room with two other subs to start their own scene on the bed next to us). It was definitely kind of hot, but to be honest I barely noticed. My entire sexual consciousness was invested into the exchange I shared with Doug. He suggested we give them some privacy after a little while of them being in the room, and I used all my boyish wiles to convince him to continue (or at least finish properly;-)). The latter argument seemed particularly convincing, and after a hard and extremely hot mouth fucking, he came all over my jock (so that I could gag myself with it later while I jerked off). I also shot an, unsurprisingly large load.
We cleaned up a bit, and walked out together. He rode the elevator with me to my floor and we talked for just a bit more before parting ways. He lives in Chicago so its unlikely I will see him again anytime soon. But in those last moments he made some offers to me that I hope I can one day take him up on. If you are reading this, thanks again for everything. And I mean everything.
Other than this, the morning started with me getting ready to distribute condoms. I strapped myself into my makeshift backpack and headed down to the market. The feeling was the same as the prior day's, only on Sunday I managed to finish up by distributing the last of the condoms. That's right, I managed to distribute 1,000 condoms and lube in two days! I was so extremely proud of myself and the community that I really was just on a high for the rest of the weekend.
Still, there were some interesting developments that deviated from the previous day's event-free distribution. At one point, as a way to flirt with my recon boy crush, support recon, and draw attention to my distribution, I was mummified to one of the beams holding up the recon booth. I had not been mummified in a while, and it was nice to have RBC's (Recon-Boy-Crush) hands all over my body, pressing hard to make sure I was bound tightly. Once finished, I had the bag strapped to my chest, with my arms free to distribute. This drew the attention of many passer-by's, which was really great for myself and for the booth. I distributed twice as many condoms in the hour I was tied (and ended up seeing a lot of people I knew from DC which, of course, was slightly humorous).
Another important development involved my mystery leather Daddy, Doug. If you read my first MAL post, you know that I had been infatuated with Doug all Friday night when I first saw him at the Crucible. I saw him working in the Leather Werks (thats how it is spelled) exhibit (coincidentally with some men from recon who I had been getting to know all day Saturday), and couldn't hold back my excitement. Actually, thats a lie. I started off holding it back a lot, and I dare say I played it fairly cool. However, I wasn't satisfied much by the results of my very subtle flirtations, so I upped my game a bit. I wanted him to see me checking him out, and was very excited when he finally did. He looked up at me, saw my obvious attraction, and let a huge grin spread across his enticing lips. We chatted for a bit more before I decided to keep strolling around the market. On leaving though, I flirtatiously told him if he remembered my name when I came back (he hadn't when I first showed up), I would give him a very special prize. (And yes, its exactly what you are all thinking, my lips on his cock haha).
I usually made one full market rotation in about twenty minutes, so when I was nearing the Leather Werks exhibit, I could barely hold back my excitement (really, this time). So when I got there...I was dismayed to realize Doug was no longer there. I didn't want to ask his coworkers quite yet (maybe he was just in the bathroom), and figured I would just see him on my next round. Only he wasn't there on the next round, or the one after that, or the one after that. While I managed to stay cheerful and friendly in my interactions with everyone, I was definitely dissapointed. I really thought Doug was interested in me, but figured he must have forgotten about me already (I was sure it was a hectic weekend for him too).
But I wasn't about to give up! In a last ditch effort I got his number from Derek and gave him a call. He didn't pick up, so I left a voice mail that was the tiniest bit...blunt (surprise). Come on! It was Sunday night, and I didn't have time to do the typical mating dance. I figured if he called me back then he was up for it, and if not I could just move on. Either way, I made it clear that I was interested, and I put the ball in his court.
As I finally got rid of my condoms, I was leaving the market when I suddenly run into Doug, quite literally. We were both walking briskly and bumped into each other while we turned the same corner (how romantic comdefy, no?). I smiled upon seeing him, and my heart started beating once again to see that grin spread across his lips. He told me he was rushing, but got my message and wanted to meet up later. He said his night was packed, but he would be free around 1am. 1am...I could work with that ^ _ ^.
I spent the rest of the evening similarly to the way I spent my Saturday. My weekend "crew" just chilled in the hotel (rooms, not lobby), complete with chinese take out. We just hung out and shared laughs until they got ready and went out to the reaction dance. I was certainly tempted to go, but I am cheap and did not feel like spending thirty bucks to go dancing. Besides...Doug was getting in at 1.
I met up with Tony and Derek for an hour or so while my crew was out dancing and Doug was still at the Eagle. It was great, as always, just to talk to them. We talked about activism, LGBT issues, and safe sex, but we also joked and talked about things like Sweeny Buff, the Demon Barber of Folsom street (with Derek, of course, as his doting mistress Derek Da Lovitt). Plus, during this time (and sorry to reiterate this point) I got to mingle with some new faces and some people I wish I had gotten to know a bit better.
Finally one o clock rolled around and I started checking to see if I could spot Doug. Sure enough, I could. He was towards the center of the lobby, which wasn't crowded at all. In fact, seeing him with just a group of his friends brought out that shyness in me again. It felt a little rude to just walk up and try to steal him away like some sort of fairty-tale child-thief. Some of his coworkers noticed me though (and noticed my apprehension) and encouraged me into going over (thanks guys, I REALLY appreciate it).
I instantly regained my confidence when I saw his excitement to see me spread out across his already cheerful face. I came up and introduced myself to his friends and just listened to their friendly banter while casually getting closer, and more cuddlesome with Doug. While casual, it certainly wasn't discreet, and everyone noticed how physically close we were getting, especially when I started kissing his neck and cheek...(I told you I didn't have any time for the dance). It wasn't long before Doug asked his friend (who I will erect statues of to commemorate his generosity) if he could borrow his room, since Doug's roommate was asleep. Thankfully, he answered in the affirmative.
We quickly made our way to the room, and I learned that Papa and Derek had already briefed Doug all about me. HAH! Thanks for looking out for me. Along with the important disclaimers like "no fucking, he is still exploring SM, etc... they made sure to add that I was a wild ride. Haha, such is what friendship is all about. Thank you both.
As soon as the door closed we were kissing; his powerful arms engulfing me, and my lithe figure arching forward to press tightly against him. I really don't think I can explain Doug's charm quite well enough, but I will keep trying none-the-less. Gradually our clothes peeled away till we were both naked (save for his baseball cap, HOT). He played with my nipps some, and we explored each other's bodies, testing them for signs of heightened sensitivity or sensuality.
What followed was a hot face fucking session, and let me tell you this man knows how to fuck a mouth. Keep in mind, I am not going to describe this in detail. If you have read one description of a blowjob, you have pretty much read them all. It was hot though.
What became almost as hot was the way he worked over my balls. I have never been into SM much, and that includes CBT. I think for him this was an even bigger turn on, and it gave him the chance to introduce someone to erotic cbt. It was quite similar to the spanking session Larry introduced me to in the sense that it was very deliberate. It wasn't foreplay (necessarily), and it wasn't casual. Each swat and each of my balls was designed to take me one step higher, and executed with precision and purpose. It led to a gradual build up of the bain in my balls, and the effect on my cock was undeniable. I was shocked at how much I was getting into it. Between my piggy moans (through his dirty briefs which has been stuffed in my mouth) and the stiffness of my cock, it was very clear how turned on I was.
This energy only seemed to embolden him and excite him. The scene went on for at least fifteen or twenty minutes (and even lasted through Doug's best friend returning to the room with two other subs to start their own scene on the bed next to us). It was definitely kind of hot, but to be honest I barely noticed. My entire sexual consciousness was invested into the exchange I shared with Doug. He suggested we give them some privacy after a little while of them being in the room, and I used all my boyish wiles to convince him to continue (or at least finish properly;-)). The latter argument seemed particularly convincing, and after a hard and extremely hot mouth fucking, he came all over my jock (so that I could gag myself with it later while I jerked off). I also shot an, unsurprisingly large load.
We cleaned up a bit, and walked out together. He rode the elevator with me to my floor and we talked for just a bit more before parting ways. He lives in Chicago so its unlikely I will see him again anytime soon. But in those last moments he made some offers to me that I hope I can one day take him up on. If you are reading this, thanks again for everything. And I mean everything.
MAL Part 2
So Saturday morning started fairly early (I woke up around 11:30 haha), but I quickly realized I wouldn't be able to get toe the hotel on my own. This is because I had two large and hefty boxes full of condoms and lube. I haven't spoken on it much in my blog, but I am actually a huge advocate for safe sex practices. In fact, it is one of the strongest bonds I share with Tony and Derek. I knew they would be distributing free black and white checkered hankees (safe sex only) at the event, and I wanted to compliment their efforts. So a few weeks before MAL had started I had ordered 1,000 regular condoms, 1,000 magnum condoms, and 1,000 packets of lube to distribute while I walked around the leather market and exhibit. A big round of applause is due to the DC Department of Health for providing the condoms and doing what they can to fight HIV/AIDS. Unfortunately, the magnums didn't end up coming until the following week, but I still had 1,000 condoms and lube.
Don't ask me why I had been acting under the ridiculous notion that I could carry these things to MAL myself, because I have no idea. Saturday morning I finally accepted that I couldn't, so I started making some calls. Soon my twink boy who I had been casually dating since I first blogged about him texted me back to let me know he could pick me up. We made our way over to the hotel and talked about our times so far and what we were looking forward to during the weekend. It was his first MAL and his energy was quite adorable and invigorating. It was nice seeing him for that half hour period, because I didn't get to spend much time with him during the weekend.
As soon as we got to the hotel he had to be off to a puppy pit, or mosh, or something or other. I ran up to set up safe sex headquarters in Tony's room. They weren't there so I just dropped off my supplies, and suited up for distribution. I had already brainstormed how best I could distribute my condoms (basket, bag, out of a box?) and eventually came on a genius idea. I have had a really nice leather arm-binder for a few years but rarely use it. It didn't take much experimenting to realize it could hold a lot of condoms, could be easily accessed by everyone, was theme-appropriate, and added some leather to my look (I was wearing boots, a jock, and low rise jeans that I wore half-way down my bum).
For the rest of the day I just wandered through the market and exhibit, talking more to some of the amazing guys I had met the night before who all happened to work for the vendors; two Recon boys, two Fort Troff boys, and two Nasty pig boys. I found the experience to be extremely rewarding. Not only was I accomplishing, what I consider to be a really important goal, but I was also forced to interact with people. As I have mentioned before, I can be the tiniest bit shy about approaching people (though certainly not shy about walking around with my ass hanging out haha). I met some really amazing people, recognized a lot of people from recon, and promoted safe-sex practices in a highly practical way.
I lay down my burden around when the market closed, because no matter how great it felt to distribute (for all of the above reasons) that bag got heavy, and the straps dug into my skin a bit. The rest of the evening really sums up why I wanted to write more generally and less specifically. For the next six or seven hours I just relaxed and hung out with some new friends. I met up with all the guys from Nasty Pig and mooched off their food, then we met up with our friend from Fort Troff and all just chilled for a while. We didn't even go to the lobby for most of the night. We just hung out in our rooms, eating, watching tv, sharing a lot of laughs, it was great. We did go to the lobby a bit, and I got to continue chatting with some of the other men I had met or recognized from recon that weekend. Some of the biggest highlights of this: hanging out with the Nasty Pig owners and discussing the possibility of me interning for them when I move to NYC next January (HOLY SHIT WISH ME LUCK!), developing a boy-crush on a certain recon boy, and getting to know two of the most hilarious people I have met in a while (both from Canada coincidentally...is there something to this?).
Later in the evening I caught up with Tony and Derek and hung out in the lobby a bit. As it got later, I soon was plagued by the idea of heading home for the night. I was having a really great time, and felt no desire to leave. So when Papa Buff said I could crash with him, it didn't take me long to accept. Given my new-found lack of constraint, I agreed to a short bondage scene in the lobby with Papa and Derek. First Derek was tied in a sitting position with his legs stretched out before him, hands behind his back, and neck tied to knees. I was on my knees with my chest pressed snugly into his back with my hands behind me, ankles together, and neck tied to his knees as well. It was certainly hot, and I enjoyed the chance to slowly and sensually kiss Derek's perfectly defined shoulders and neck. Nothing really happened, Tony just observed, took a few pictures, fielded some comments and questions from some of the swelling number of onlookers. Still, it tickled that exhibitionist in me, and it was nice to be so sensual with Derek.
Not much else happened after we were untied. Tony went to have a cigarette, I said goodbye to my new friends (and noticed one was leaving with a man who sported a HUGE bulge in his jeans haha) and the three of us headed up to go to bed. I know Tony is a cuddler, and I really needed the sleep, so just crashed on the floor with a big pillow and a comfy hotel blanket.
Don't ask me why I had been acting under the ridiculous notion that I could carry these things to MAL myself, because I have no idea. Saturday morning I finally accepted that I couldn't, so I started making some calls. Soon my twink boy who I had been casually dating since I first blogged about him texted me back to let me know he could pick me up. We made our way over to the hotel and talked about our times so far and what we were looking forward to during the weekend. It was his first MAL and his energy was quite adorable and invigorating. It was nice seeing him for that half hour period, because I didn't get to spend much time with him during the weekend.
As soon as we got to the hotel he had to be off to a puppy pit, or mosh, or something or other. I ran up to set up safe sex headquarters in Tony's room. They weren't there so I just dropped off my supplies, and suited up for distribution. I had already brainstormed how best I could distribute my condoms (basket, bag, out of a box?) and eventually came on a genius idea. I have had a really nice leather arm-binder for a few years but rarely use it. It didn't take much experimenting to realize it could hold a lot of condoms, could be easily accessed by everyone, was theme-appropriate, and added some leather to my look (I was wearing boots, a jock, and low rise jeans that I wore half-way down my bum).
For the rest of the day I just wandered through the market and exhibit, talking more to some of the amazing guys I had met the night before who all happened to work for the vendors; two Recon boys, two Fort Troff boys, and two Nasty pig boys. I found the experience to be extremely rewarding. Not only was I accomplishing, what I consider to be a really important goal, but I was also forced to interact with people. As I have mentioned before, I can be the tiniest bit shy about approaching people (though certainly not shy about walking around with my ass hanging out haha). I met some really amazing people, recognized a lot of people from recon, and promoted safe-sex practices in a highly practical way.
I lay down my burden around when the market closed, because no matter how great it felt to distribute (for all of the above reasons) that bag got heavy, and the straps dug into my skin a bit. The rest of the evening really sums up why I wanted to write more generally and less specifically. For the next six or seven hours I just relaxed and hung out with some new friends. I met up with all the guys from Nasty Pig and mooched off their food, then we met up with our friend from Fort Troff and all just chilled for a while. We didn't even go to the lobby for most of the night. We just hung out in our rooms, eating, watching tv, sharing a lot of laughs, it was great. We did go to the lobby a bit, and I got to continue chatting with some of the other men I had met or recognized from recon that weekend. Some of the biggest highlights of this: hanging out with the Nasty Pig owners and discussing the possibility of me interning for them when I move to NYC next January (HOLY SHIT WISH ME LUCK!), developing a boy-crush on a certain recon boy, and getting to know two of the most hilarious people I have met in a while (both from Canada coincidentally...is there something to this?).
Later in the evening I caught up with Tony and Derek and hung out in the lobby a bit. As it got later, I soon was plagued by the idea of heading home for the night. I was having a really great time, and felt no desire to leave. So when Papa Buff said I could crash with him, it didn't take me long to accept. Given my new-found lack of constraint, I agreed to a short bondage scene in the lobby with Papa and Derek. First Derek was tied in a sitting position with his legs stretched out before him, hands behind his back, and neck tied to knees. I was on my knees with my chest pressed snugly into his back with my hands behind me, ankles together, and neck tied to his knees as well. It was certainly hot, and I enjoyed the chance to slowly and sensually kiss Derek's perfectly defined shoulders and neck. Nothing really happened, Tony just observed, took a few pictures, fielded some comments and questions from some of the swelling number of onlookers. Still, it tickled that exhibitionist in me, and it was nice to be so sensual with Derek.
Not much else happened after we were untied. Tony went to have a cigarette, I said goodbye to my new friends (and noticed one was leaving with a man who sported a HUGE bulge in his jeans haha) and the three of us headed up to go to bed. I know Tony is a cuddler, and I really needed the sleep, so just crashed on the floor with a big pillow and a comfy hotel blanket.
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