DATE: 25 Dec 2009, 11:47 am / MOOD: Horny

Well, since everybody seems to be talking about the sex they're going to have, instead of have had... 

I was out of commission sexually for several months due to surgery and recovery.  And although I resumed having sex in October, it was just a couple of times, and then another dry spell due to busy schedule and bronchitis. 

So this coming weekend, I've got not one, but two bareback bear parties to attend, one in Philadelphia and one in NYC.  Look for a posting next week about how it all went!

UPDATE

Saturday night in Philadelphia was fabulous.  Steady rain probably reduced the total number of attendees, but we still had more than two dozen bears (and admirers) in a private loft, grunting away with gusto.  I had a slow night - only fucked two guys, and didn't cum.  But had plenty of love- and sex-making fun, and ended up taking a poz cumload in my mouth and then spitballing it to the guy who had been fucking the one who came.

Sunday, though, it took so long for me to get back to NYC that I was too tired to attend the party that evening.  I'm planning on attending the one next Sunday, though, so stay tuned!

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DATE: 17 Jun 2009, 12:11 pm / MOOD: Horny

Four nights...four breedings.  (Ten butts fucked, but only four breedings.)

There's a guy with the screen name rawTOP who I first became aware of when he was one of Dawson's 20+ loads in his breakthrough video for Treasure Island Media.  Turns out he has a blog, which I check into every once in a while.  Somewhere, he says on there that it's pretty hypocritical that the owner of IML is publically vocal in support of safe sex, when IML weekend has become pretty much a celebration of bareback sex.  (And the IML guy also evidently owns one of Chicago's main bathhouses.)  Not sure how true this all is, but it certainly is true that I never used a condom, nor saw one in use all weekend.

First night, within a couple of hours of my arrival, I was at a gangbang organized by none other than rawTOP, fucking and filling a hot bottom from Toronto, with whom I had tried to hook up last year without success.  Here he was, metaphorically presented to me on a platter.  (The other bottom in the gangbang, also hot, wasn't as aggressive about going after me, and I do respond to aggressive bottoms.)  A third bottom had chickened out, so it was just these two. 

But it was clear from the get-go that the Toronto boy had the hole for me.  I held out as long as I could, but that wasn't very long, and he got my first load deep.  I don't know how many were in there ahead of me, but shortly after I pulled out another guy shot his load onto his hole (I guess he was turned on by the scene, but too afraid to participate fully), and rawTOP fucked the cumload in himself.

There was a guy by the door whom I mistook for another organizer of the gangbang, but turned out to be (according to rawTOP on his blog) a local student (if I remember correctly) interested in documenting the bareback community (or something like that).  I was required to tell him, upon my departure, how many loads I had shot (and it's been years since I could have said anything other than 1), and in whom.  I later learned that my bottom won...which, as I told him when I saw him later that weekend, was not surprising, as I only fuck winners.

Next day, one of the many room parties was held by a short, slight bottom from Missouri whom I had met two years earlier (and fucked, though not filled) at a similar party in his room then.  He and his two roommates had a nice-sized room with a sling set up (being used for fisting while I was there).  Once again, I came too early in both senses of the word.  Shortly after my arrival, I was in my Missouri friend's ass, and it didn't take long, watching all the raw fucking going on around me, for me to dump my seed into him.  It was very warm in the room, so I went back to my own (just down the hall as it turned out).  Later on, he came by to visit for an hour, and I fucked him again (without cumming).

Next day was Saturday, which meant my main focus was on the Chicago Water Buddies party.  I had befriended (and later fucked and filled) the guy in charge last year, and had been looking forward to doing the same this year.  (He was supposed to have come by the night before, but got too drunk to make the trip.)  I did get to play with him a little during the party, and get reacquainted with some other guys I had met in years past. 

Early on, I met a guy who was just the personification of gay male sleaze and raunch - we traded off blow jobs and sloppy kisses, but both were too hard to pee.  It's not normally a fucking party, but later on, I saw him in the back getting pounded by another partygoer.  The fucker eventually pulled out, and I couldn't resist re-introducing myself, cock first into his already wide open back door.  He was a great fuck (I could tell he had done this before...maybe a million times), and I dumped what turned out to be the only cumload he got in his ass during the party.  (He did much better at other times during the weekend.) 

Later on, the party host arranged a ride back to the hotel for me, and it turned out to be with this very same bottom and his partner.  Both very sexy, and living not far from Chicago (Joliet).  The guy I had fucked had started out living as a straight man, and was married with children (or at least one child).  Sometimes I wonder if the guys who start out straight make the best gay sluts.

Once back at the hotel, I was basically fucked out, and sent my regrets to the sponsor of another bareback room party (this one arranged via a new website called barebackbears.net), had dinner and went to sleep.

Sunday evening was the party I was really looking forward to - Treasure Island Media's Cockpit party.  I'd never been to any of the ones held in San Francisco or D.C., and I could only imagine what it must be like.  Well, what I imagined turned out to be pretty much what it was.  Depending on the hour, anywhere from 50 to 100 hot guys - some of them T.I.M. stars (this year, Brad McGuire and James Roscoe [who are boyfriends], Christian, Damon Dogg [who was topping that night], a new guy who is also their first deaf performer, and Gehno Sanchez), and the rest of us, all orgy-ing away in blissful disregard of the official IML safe sex mindset.

All three of the guys I had already fucked that weekend would show up at the Cockpit party.  So I got to sample the Toronto bottom again (he told me he had lost count, but thought he had taken about 40 loads by that time...rawTOP, in his blog, later put the count higher), as well as the Missouri bottom.  The guy I fucked at the Water Buddies party showed up after I had shot, and as it turned out done for the evening.  But that's when I found out that he, too, was sort of a T.I.M. star: on the bonus disc of "Planting Seed 2", which shows the Folsom Street Fair goings on of whatever year that was (2002, I think), he was parading around under the name "The Human Urinal".  Woof indeed.

I spent three hours at the Cockpit party (which was scheduled to go on at least that much longer after I left), thankfully pacing myself so I didn't shoot in the first five minutes.  It wasn't easy, with all that manflesh walking around (and poking its butts up in the air, and its raw cocks into those butts).  Apart from the two repeat holes, there were eight other guys whose asses I got to sample, one of whom was one of the guys I had fucked and filled at IML 2008, in his room in a sling. 

One particularly exciting moment was when I was able to slide into a small guy's butt right after Gehno had unloaded into him.  (I didn't get to fuck any of the actual porn stars...I am neither young nor muscular, and don't seem to attract their attention.)

The action was taking place in several underground rooms in one of the northside bars (most of you know which one it is, but just in case the wrong eyes are reading this, I don't want to identify it by name).  There were slings set up in at least three of the rooms, as well as benches and mattresses.  There were even condoms (I guess it's the law), though I failed to see any in use. 

I got to indulge another one of my rarely fulfilled fantasies, fucking three bottoms lined up side by side, just pulling out of one and shoving into the next, in sequence, just like in certain of my favorite bareback videos.  One of those bottoms later got my load, which I held back until someone else had shot inside him, so I could both fuck the other guy's load further in, and add my own.

This particular space has an open men's room with four or five very exposed urinals, and a tub just waiting for a piss pig to take residence.  Ironically, I never set foot in the tub, as I was in fucking mode, and I find it hard to combine fucking and piss play.  (Though sometimes I do like to piss up a guy while I'm fucking him...didn't get to do that this year.)  Maybe another time for the tub.

Home the next day.  And, alerted by rawTOP's blog, a dose of antibiotics a few days after I got back when the first symptoms began to appear.

Not sure I can top this IML, but there's always next year.

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DATE: 04 Nov 2008, 9:41 am / MOOD: Horny

I stay at a gay B&B in Washington DC, where house rules prohibit bringing guys into the house.  So unless there are fellow guests looking to hook up, I have to get my sex outside.  Still, it's inexpensive (so literally, it's a small price to pay), and it's well located, though how well located I didn't realize until my last trip, last weekend.

I had heard about the Mens Party, and gone to check out the place I thought it was located, but it looked like a building that either was abandoned, or just not being used, so I didn't check it out any further.  However, I recently confirmed the address, and it turned out to be literally a block from my B&B.  So I checked it out Saturday night.

Even though Halloween was Friday, the Halloween theme (and higher entry price) was still in effect, though for the extra bucks one had free beer as well as soft drinks and snacks. 

One enters on street level, which offers a lounge area with lockers and one play room behind it, plus stairs leading downstairs and upstairs.  Downstairs is a maze of rooms, rather like a bathhouse, including a couple of small orgy rooms; upstairs is a TV lounge and a couple of play spaces, plus a smoking room. 

Though there was a tub set up in the street level play room, nobody was taking advantage of it, and as I had been told WS didn't happen there, I didn't come prepared to try it out.

A nice mix of men, all age groups, colors, sizes and shapes.  Saturday night I fucked three guys, including one Latino and a slightly chunky white boy cub who got my load up his ass; and later on another cub (this one black) who was a perfect fit for my cock...fucked him for what seemed like half an hour, but didn't cum again.  Also sucked a few cocks, just to keep in practice. 

Even later, met a hot daddy named Mario who pushed all my buttons, but it was 4:00 a.m. (actually, with the end of daylight savings time, it was 3:00) and I was fading fast, and had to leave.  I promised him I'd be back Sunday, and I was; but no sight of him.  I would have bent over for this one; big butt that was an engine for fucking, and a thick cock that wouldn't take no for an answer.  Great cock sucker, too.  If only we had met an hour earlier...Mario, if you're reading this, I want to finish what we started!

Sunday, far fewer guys were there, but still found a couple of guys to fuck - one of them in a sling for a very long time, but it was one of those situations when it was really great, but I couldn't bring myself to cum.  The other one, a hot furry bear, was nearby, and I fucked him a bit at first and then back to the first one (love alternating holes), and later on, in one of the downstairs orgy rooms, finished my fuck and blew a load into him.

And to think this was all going on a block from my hotel and I didn't even know it until this weekend.  Best of all, nary a condom in sight.

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DATE: 14 Oct 2008, 9:59 pm / MOOD: Horny

Little bursts of activity all summer, punctuated with "unwelcome visitors" on more than one occasion.  Finally got to the big WS party in NYC in mid-September (though BB is officially against the rules there now, I did observe some people who I guess never got the message), and as I was getting ready to leave on vacation, got the news that a playmate there had discovered crabs, so I had to go through the treatment just before leaving on vacation.

Didn't play much while I was away (though did fuck a guy at the Babylon Baths in Bangkok...wrapped, unfortunately).  I've been back a little over a week, and finally got out to a sex party tonight and banged five guys, all BB, and shot my load in the last one.  Now that's fuckin' more like it!

(Fingers crossed about critters...)

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DATE: 02 Aug 2008, 12:27 pm / MOOD: Horny

Haven't blogged in a while...my sex life has been cum and go (like any barebacking water sportsman), but rather sporadic.

In January, at MAL, fucked and filled three guys, one for each night of the event.  But then nothing for nearly three months.  In April and May, a few parties in NYC, a seeding here and there.  IML weekend, fucked four or five guys, filled two (one at a private BB party in a hotel room, the other in a bathroom stall at the Eagle - very hot).  Even got fucked once after a local party in June (but he used a condom...damn...when we woke up the next morning, I got him in me bareback, but he didn't cum).

Wet & Hot weekend in Palm Springs was a lot of fun...fucked six guys, seeded two (including a porn star); got to swallow one cumload; and swapped piss load after piss load, with a crowd that numbered about 300 over three nights.

Then just this past week, a spurt (so to speak) of activity.  Hooked up with a guy from Bear411 on Monday, got to fuck him (first with a condom, then without), but he shot before I was ready, so no orgasm.  A WS party on Wednesday - no fucking, but got sucked by five or six different guys, swallowed one cumload, and fed gallons of piss to a couple of very thirsty man-boys.  Again, no orgasm (for me, anyway).

Then Thursday night, my first hookup ever from the fairly moribund Bareback.com website...but this was a real live one: champion cocksucker and ass eater; slipped it in him and shot a huge load after about 10 minutes.  Some cuddling and him aggressively munching on my tits, and I was hard and back in him again, this time pissing a huge load up there.

Five months left to the year...and lots of lost time to make up for!

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DATE: 09 Oct 2007, 10:37 pm / MOOD: Disapointed

Have you ever had a hook-up where everything that could go wrong, did go wrong?  Where your best laid plans wound up with your not getting laid?  Where you were the star of “Sex in the City…NOT”?

 

What happened to me today is a rather good example, especially since much of what went wrong was attributable to me and my quirks.

 

For one thing, I don’t do spontaneity well.  I already know what I’m going to be doing in May 2009.  So it took some advance planning to leave a couple of weeknight evenings free this week.  Having managed that, it began to look as if the rest of the details were falling into place nicely.  Even more interesting, it would be the first time I hooked up with a guy from a website I like very much, BNSkin(although, to be fair, he had first contacted me on another website, Bear411).  Also, I don’t host, and he’d be coming in from out of town, so we would have to meet on neutral territory – a local sauna.  (Yes, there still is one here in NYC.)

 

We had tried to hookup before, but I began to suspect he might not be on the level, so I dropped it.  (I won’t bother with the reasons, but suffice it to say, I got the feeling he might not show.)  Well, he persisted, and we had been talking about trying it again, and tonight was going to be the night I would fuck him and fill him at both ends with my cum and piss.  He IM’d me on Sunday, and we exchanged  phone numbers and e-mail addresses. 

 

Monday I left him a voice message saying I needed to confirm with him that we were on for Tuesday, and to discuss a few details; but I’d have my phone off for most of the rest of the day, so we’d need to talk late that night, or this morning.  He didn’t call back, nor did he send any e-mails or IM’s.  I waited till early afternoon, then left him another voice message and e-mail, saying I needed to hear from him by 3:00, or it was a no-go.  (Old suspicions returned.)  That deadline passed without a murmur, so I sent him another e-mail saying, basically, let’s just forget about it, suggesting he seek his fun somewhere else.

 

In the meantime, another guy from BNSkin had been messaging me that he wanted my piss and cum in his holes, and today was the only day he could meet before he’d be going away on vacation for a couple of weeks.  Luckily, I was able to reach him, and we set up a meeting at 5:00 at yet another neutral location (the rare video store with a downstairs “theatre” and men’s room; I had never been there before, and was eager to see what it was like).  I congratulated myself on how well I was handling spontaneity, popped a Cialis with a very large drink of seltzer, pocketed some lube, and traveled the hour I needed to meet him at our agreed-upon location.  I was ready to fuck some butt!

 

Well, today turned out to be the day they were performing renovations on the “theatre” downstairs (and for all I know the improvements will include a monitoring system).  There were a few video booths upstairs, and my contact was prowling there waiting for me.  Completely against the rules, we both squeezed into a booth (nobody bothered us), and spent a half hour or so engaged in some limited activity (he sucked me a bit, and got a few swallows of piss).  But he had just come from work, and hadn’t been able to clean out for getting fucked (something I could have anticipated with a little thought).  I did stick it in him, and he wasn’t all that dirty, but he didn’t want to continue, just in case.  He was going to have to leave by 6:00 anyway, so we just called it quits and agreed upon a rematch after he gets back from holidays.

 

So I’m on my way to grab some dinner before going home, and the phone rings.  It’s the first guy, about to arrive at the sauna, obviously not having received my voice message or e-mails.  Ironically, it would have taken me only about 20 minutes to get there, and I was all primed – hard-on aching, bladder still expanding.  But I had left the house (an hour away) prepared not for a sauna, but for a boothstore; there were certain things I would have wanted for the sauna that I didn’t have with me (remember how spontaneous I’m not).  And I didn’t have enough cash on me, and had left my bank card home.  So I told him I had made other plans after not hearing from him, and that we obviously just weren’t meant to meet, greet and meat.

 

For all I know, he made a special trip just for this non-hookup.  I don’t know whether he went to the sauna anyway and found someone else to fuck and fill him; or turned around and went home...which is what I did.  So here I am, horny as all fuck on a rainy Tuesday night, tapping away at the computer instead of fucking my brains out.  Clearly I’ve got something to learn about the art of arranging hookups…

 

(Oh…and to add insult to injury, after I got home the phone rang one more time.  It was a local guy I met out of town and fucked a few weeks ago, calling to say he didn’t want to hook up again.)

 

Anyway, fellow ManAttackers, any of you man enough to share a “Murphy’s Law/Comedy of Errors” story and laugh at yourself as we laugh with you (not at you)?

 

(And for those of you laughing at me…well…I can’t say I blame you…Oh, and wish me luck for my hookup on Thursday…)

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DATE: 25 Sep 2007, 8:40 am / MOOD: Horny

Rainbow Mountain Resort in the Pocono Mountains of northeast Pennsylvania had announced a Men's Fetish weekend.  I decided to take a chance, in case a few like-minded watersportsmen might show up, and to see what other fetishes might make their way to that corner of PA.  From correspondence on various other websites and chat groups, I felt pretty confident there would be a few other piss men there; and there was one guy on ManAttack who also promised to be there, which held out the prospect of a little raw fucking as well.  (I did run into the ManAttack fellow, but he wasn't feeling well, so that never happened.)

I stayed in the main building, the lodge, which had a reception area, dining room and ten rooms upstairs which shared two bathrooms.  (Other buildings on the property included private and semi-private bungalows and more deluxe rooms.)  There was also a sauna and gym, huge pool (empty after Labor Day), a hot tub, and a social building that had a bar with dance floor and floor shows upstairs, and a karaoke bar downstairs.  One walked back and forth among the various locations, in gorgeous early fall weather.  One of those semi-private bungalows had been designated a "hospitality suite", with one room containing a monitor showing porn, as well as a cooler with drinks; and the other room set up for play, with a sling, St. Andrew's Cross and glory hole wall.

For this particular weekend, there was also a designated water sports area, rather out of the way, basically below the building that held the hot tub, with a concrete floor, a few chairs and very little lighting.  Not easy to find, but for those who wanted to find it, it was there.

Friday night, I alternated among the hospitality suite, the piss play area and the bar.  Exchanged a few blow jobs, ultimately "raping" a guy on the St. Andrew's cross by not letting him escape till I had swallowed his cumload.  Got drenched a couple of times in the piss area, and hosed a couple of guys down there, as well.

Saturday, it was such a kick to walk into the hospitality room in broad daylight and come upon a group of naked guys sucking away at each other, in full view of the road nearby.  (Though during daylight hours, they asked that we keep the door closed.)  This bungalow was well placed, as local guys could come and visit without having to be guests at the inn.  Two of the guys there this afternoon, both guests (as it happened), took particular notice of my thick cock, and I got a nice blow job from one of them.  They took me to another bungalow, and I laid some pipe up him and planted a big load in his hot hole.  Then I found out he was actually from Brooklyn, only a few miles from where I live.  Figures - you cross two state lines to meet someone from practically your own back yard. 

That evening, a local friend and his slave dropped in for a while, and his slave got to know my cock a little (front, not back, unfortunately).  Not much happening up at the hospitality suite, and I wasn't in the mood to take piss, only give it - but I did hose down a dedicated piss pig (one who makes me look like a rank - to coin a phrase - amateur) several times.  But around 2:00 a.m., the guy I fucked earlier that day (and who, it turned out, was staying down the hall from me in the main house) brought his buddy and another guy up to his room and invited me to join them.  The other guy turned out to be the one I had "raped" the night before, so we already knew we were turned on to each other. 

The four of us went at it like dogs in heat.  I fucked my Brooklyn buddy, then moved over to the other guy, opened up his hole and fucked him, too.  Went back and forth between them, while the fourth guy was getting off on watching the three of us and encouraging us.  I came close to cumming several times, but ultimately wore my Brooklyn buddy out before I could.  Still a sweet time.

Sunday my local friend (minus slave) picked me up to stay at his cabin along the Bushkill River for the night.  It was a much more relaxed time, watching Treasure Island Media porn and culminating in my swallowing his creamy cumload.

Got home to NYC Monday in time to attend the weekly "Men in Boots" party, where most of the fucking is bareback, and I can usually count on several primo bottoms among which I can move back and forth before planting some seed.  Well, it was a slow night at Men in Boots, and most of the good bottoms seemed to be elsewhere that night.  So I went back to sucking cock - didn't get any loads, but helped other guys get close.  And just before I was ready to leave, I spotted a bottom I hadn't noticed before, bent over and getting plugged by the host of the party.  So I waited till he was vacant, then stepped up and slid in.  I guess I was what he was waiting for, too, because he manipulated his ass muscles extremely well to milk a load out of me.  After I bred him, he was ready to leave, as was I.  Which just goes to show...

Good things cum in those who wait.

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DATE: 12 Jun 2007, 1:30 pm / MOOD: Horny

I’ve been back from IML for two weeks, but haven’t had time to write about my experiences there until now.

 

 I was wondering how I was going to make out this year, without a Dick Wadd Pig Fuck party or Chicago Water Buddies party to anchor the weekend.  But a little advance planning was very useful, including posting messages on various boards (ManAttack, for one, as well as Treasure Island Media, GWS and Gaymale.WS) looking for both barebacking and water sports.  It wasn’t such a banner year for water sports at IML (at least for me), but I did very well in all other respects. 

Oh…and I nearly got banned from the Palmer House for life. 

Arrived Thursday, and let all my new contacts know my room number.  The non-sexual portion of the weekend would include visiting with three local female friends, plus visits to the Chicago Symphony and the Chicago Opera Theater.  Thursday night, dinner with one of those friends, a former work colleague.  Then, took up residence in the last stall of the fourth floor men’s room back at the Palmer House, near the ballroom where the opening ceremonies were taking place.  Last year, I scored a lot of piss in this location; this year, even wearing my “Got Piss?” tee-shirt and “Pissee” jock strap, only a tiny bit from one guy.  Definitely a different vibe this year.   

Decided to move on to the third floor men’s room, on the way running into one of last year’s “major contributors”, a guy with an enormous basket generously displayed in his tight jeans.  Asked him if he had any piss to unload, and he said he guessed so.  So into the third floor men’s room we went.   I commandeered a stall, dragged him in, and proceeded to download a belly full of manwater.  Once the last drop was drained, sucked him into semi-erection (a semi-erection on this guy beats most full hard-ons I’ve ever seen) and sent him on his way, jeans bulging out even more than before. Another guy with a yellow stripe on his leather pants gave me part of a piss load in the same men’s room, and I stuck around to play some more. 

One diffident looking white guy allowed a black man to eat his ass out, and then, to my surprise, bent over to take the black guy’s raw dick in his now-wet hole.  The fucking went on for only a minute or so, but a creamy load wound up in that pretty hole.  I moved in soon after, with the idea of pushing that cum further in.  But I was too excited, and blew my load after less than a minute myself.  At least the guy now had two cumloads in him, and I had my first bareback fuck of the weekend. 

Soon after, someone I played with last year in the same men’s room arrived, and I knew he was always good for swallowing whatever my cock had to offer.  At that moment, it was an evening’s worth of piss…so I pushed him into a stall, dropped trou and stuffed his face.  Two minutes later, he had taken at least as much piss as I had gotten earlier in the same place. 

Not bad for the first night. 

Friday started off uneventfully, but I knew that as I cruised the leather market, the men’s rooms would offer many diversions.  So back in the third floor men’s room that afternoon, I had just settled in to making the better acquaintance of two very well hung local gentlemen when we were rudely interrupted by hotel security, who took all three of us into custody.  We had to surrender our drivers licenses, and get perp-walked to the front desk.  We then were escorted to a back room, where we were informed that we would have to sign a paper that banned us from the hotel for life (this in lieu of being turned over to the police).  I, as the only one of us actually staying at the hotel, would have to check out immediately.  Needless to say, having to find another hotel room in Chicago on Memorial Day weekend, and not being able to attend any of the events at the host hotel, would have been major inconveniences. 

We got several lectures about how this wasn’t discrimination against the gay community, who were welcomed to the Palmer House, but rather enforcement of city regulations that protect (among other people) the employees of the hotel, who theoretically could sue their employer if they encountered such behavior and protested.  In a very negative situation (made even more negative for me with wondering whether I’d be able to find another hotel room in time to meet another of my friends for dinner, and, ironically, an increasingly urgent need for a toilet!), I still appreciated that the situation was being handled with a great deal of subtlety.  After about 90 minutes, we got our IDs back, had the paperwork dramatically ripped up in front of us, and told we were being given another chance, as long as we swore not to engage in public sexual behavior at the Palmer House.  Much relief among the three of us.   

This cast a momentary pall on my spirits for the weekend, I have to admit, but I overcame it.  For the rest of the weekend, I almost always went back up to my room to use the bathroom.  And during the obligatory hotel hallway crawl one night, I found myself more than once abruptly changing direction when encountering hotel security (yes, they were patrolling the halls, in a way I hadn’t observed in previous years).  I learned, during my Friday security interlude, that representatives of IML were performing parallel patrols, and were also calling a halt to any activity they found.  (If I had been luckier, they would have found me in that men’s room instead of the hotel dick.)  Overall, this takes away some of the fun of the weekend, as far as I’m concerned, but I think it’s the price IML has to pay for exclusive use of the hotel. 

Shortly after I got “sprung” from the clutches of security, met up with one of my internet contacts, ironically also from my home town (New York City), who had posted a notice on the Treasure Island Media forum board about wanting to get bred at IML.  Seems like he had just been busted by security that afternoon, too, though in far less dramatic fashion…he had been in his room with the door ajar during business hours, and they told him he had to close his door.  That cast a pall on his spirits, too, but pretty soon we were back in his room, the door was ajar, and I was stuffing my raw dick in his slimy hole (he had been getting bred at SteamWorks the night before, and I swear it felt as if it all was still in there).  The thought that security might come back and catch us at it eventually sent me over the top, shooting deep into his bowels.  (Security does have its uses, after all.)  I hope I get to see this guy again, next time he stages a gang bang back home. “Two for two,” I thought to myself. 

Dinner with another of my local friends (college friend and former girlfriend) and her husband, then back to the hotel.  Eventually, out to my favorite among the local bars, Touché, where I played a little in their back room, helping to bring one guy to orgasm and giving some others cocksucking practice. 

Saturday was almost a carbon copy of Friday until dinner time (no fresh encounters with security being the major difference).  I had the Symphony that evening (great concert), and while checking my e-mail during intermission, noted that another of my internet contacts had written back.  This was a local guy who booked a room at the Palmer House specifically to be a cum dump for the weekend.  I finally got a chance to meet and meat him after the concert.  He was waiting for me in a sling; the door was unlocked, but appeared to be in the closed position, so security wouldn’t notice.  Very sexy guy, bearded and muscular, with good ass muscle control.  It was a pleasure giving it up for him.  (Like it’s never a pleasure?)  Three for three. 

Once again, I found myself having shot comparatively early in the evening.  Went out to Cell Block this time, but found not very much to interest me (apart from one bear with whom I spent a few minutes in pleasurable groping).  Had to wait a very long time for the shuttle bus to take me back to the hotel, but tired as I was, decided to do the hotel hallway crawl.  In the course of an hour (from about 3:30 to 4:30 a.m.), found an open room with a hard-dicked guy looking at videos on his computer, and gave him a powerful blow job for a while (not powerful enough to get him to blow, however); various encounters going on in stairwells and hallways; lots of other guys wandering the halls; and, occasionally, security (both IML and hotel). 

Sunday afternoon, on my way to the opera, my phone rang, and it was yet another of my internet contacts.  He was having an orgy in his room that afternoon; could I come?  Since it would still be going on after I got back from the performance, I promised to be there.  It was almost 6:00 when I arrived, and there were still about a dozen guys going at it, among them two I had seen in the halls the night before and encouraged by stroking along with them (till security showed up, of course); one of these guys turned out to be the host of today’s “get-together”.  Also present were a buddy I had met at previous IMLs, and also the guy I had fucked in his sling last night. 

The host had expressed the desire in our exchange of messages on Gaymale.WS to get piss-sleazy with me, but this wasn’t the place or time for it.  So I settled for fucking him for a while, and fucked two other guys there, too.  Didn’t cum, though.   He invited me to come back after dinner to continue (presumably with piss), but when I showed up again, there were three other guys there (one of whom was also staying in the room), in various stages of relaxation…but the host, normally a bottom, was humping one of the others.  (Hot bear with a cap that had the biohazard logo and the word Poz on it, and wearing a pendant in the shape of the biohazard logo, also with the word Poz in the middle.)  I slipped my cock in the fuckee’s mouth, and he was awfully good.  His buddy eventually decided he would take over, got my cock in his ass, and worked my Sunday cumload out of me.  Four for four.  And yet again, shot before 10:00 p.m.  The postponed date with the host got postponed again till later that night, but by the time he finally knocked on my door, I was asleep. 

Oh…and somewhere in there, Mr. Los Angeles won the International Mr. Leather title. 

Monday is usually a more relaxed day at IML.  The last of my three friends, a lesbian also into leather, joined me for a beer and dinner after the leather market closed.  Once we parted company, I figured I’d go back to Touché for the last night, just to see if anyone was there.  (Actually, I went to Jackhammer first, but the place was practically deserted, and the downstairs room closed.)  There was a bit of a crowd at Touché, at least.  I really had no expectation of finding more than a friendly grope in the back room, but by the time I stumbled out of there, I had fucked two guys and bred one of them.  (Good thing I had slipped some lube into my vest pocket.)  Both older, both appreciative.  (I’m getting there myself, and am already learning how to be appreciative.) 

“Five for five,” I thought to myself, as I slipped into a dreamless sleep back at the hotel.  Bred a hot hole on each night of IML.  (Spent some time in four others, too.)  And I thought it again as the checkout clerk sang out, “See you next year!”  (But not in the men’s room.)

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DATE: 14 May 2007, 10:35 am / MOOD: Horny

GSA - Golden Showers Association - holds monthly piss parties in New York City.  This month's was yesterday afternoon and evening.  I go whenever I can (of course).  This one had a few special features for me.

Many things were the same as usual - the basement layout, where you can piss almost anywhere; the attendance of 50-75 hot men of various ages and body types.  Although I can't go every month, I go often enough that most of the partygoers were familiar to me (and I to them).  But every once in a while there's fresh meat...

Much as we'd all like to be pissing all the time, it just doesn't work out that way.  So a lot of other fun things happen between pisses.  I sucked a few cocks, then found my own cock the object of an expert man worshipper, and the two of us created our own island of tranquility - hard cock and loving mouth - for fifteen minutes or so, amid the comings and goings (to coin a phrase) of our fellow pigs.  He blew lots of saliva out during our session, which I scooped up from time to time, dividing among my moustache, my tits and my ass.

Sometimes I find some hot ass in one of the slings, begging for raw dick early in the party, and I do my part then, since once I'm soaked head to toe, I seem to be less interested.  But that didn't happen this time.  The only guy taking cock up his ass was taking them rubbered, and I wasn't interested.

But a really hot fellow I've played with before, always trying to get him to cum down my throat but never succeeding, stepped up to me, hot to trot.  So down I went, in he went, and I finally got what I had been trying for all these years - his slimy semen shot deep to the back of my mouth.  A little later on, a gentleman I've played with at GSA and at other parties, who favors rubber gear and garments, and my mouth, knew I was a guaranteed load swallower, and chose to exercise his option this evening.  So I got two tasty loads in a short space of time.

I was donating my piss loads here and there, and when the tub was empty, lay down in it in my favorite position - arms up over my head, feet perched at one end and head at the other.  Got drenched several times, which released the stench in my piss jock strap (never washed in anything except man piss), and got my armpits smelling like poppers.  (Of course, I hadn't showered that day.)

After I had another, shorter session with my sweet cocksucker (more saliva in moustache and butthole), I noticed some late arrivals.  One was a guy I had fucked and fisted at previous parties, so I looked forward to at least fucking him later.  (I had neglected to trim my fingernails that day, so no fisting this time!)  I eventually found my way back to that part of the basement with the sling he preferred, and played again with the guy whose load I taken earlier after so many unfulfilled previous attempts.  He was harder than ever, and we were really getting into each other again.  Just sucking him didn't seem sufficient.  Maybe it was all that saliva I had slathered on my butt, but...

Reader, he fucked me.

First cock I had taken up there in over five years.  He was in me only about three minutes, but it was a good, intense three minutes.  He didn't shoot, but it was a special moment nonetheless.

By that time, my sling friend was in position and ready for action, so I lubed up while someone else fucked his hole for a while.  As soon as it was empty, I filled his hole with my raw dick for several minutes of ass pounding.  Then I noticed a young Asian man with a moustache and a hot, hard cock really getting off on watching us.  My buddy liked what he saw, and invited him to trade off with me.  So for the next ten minutes, we took turns on that hot ass, encouraging each other with ass slapping and dirty talk.

Eventually, our obliging bottom needed a break, so got away without either of us cumming in him.  But the Asian guy and I went off together.  We made out; I sucked him for a bit, and then...

Reader, HE fucked me!  And came in me, too.

That also hadn't happened in over five years.  Wrapping my head around this interesting development, I was pretty much done for fucking (top or bottom) for the evening, and spent the rest of my time chatting with my new friend, and pissing wherever I felt it would do the most good (including, once, on his boxer briefs).

So I went out yesterday for a night with the guys, expecting to do the same old things...(and the same old activities...) and found a few new things added to the mix.  IML may be very interesting this year...

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DATE: 09 May 2007, 10:27 pm / MOOD: Horny

The guy I met at the hotel orgy in February, and whom I had bred twice - once at his apartment when he took a day off from work, and once at a sleazy hotel room after work - was at it again tonight.  With his boyfriend away on vacation, bareback boy was back for breeding again.

Got there around 9:45 p.m. tonight to find another hairy bear banging away at him.  I stripped while offering encouragement to my bear top buddy.  When I was ready, he pulled out, leaned over and sucked my cock for about ten seconds, then put me in position and pushed me in to my bareback boy's butthole.  I fucked away, just barely lubed up and in a tight hole, until the other guy wanted another turn.

We switched off several times before he decided he had to unload, which he did, deep in our butt boy's ass.  I slammed in as soon as he pulled out, to get some of that cum on my cock and push the rest deeper inside.  Another five minutes and I was howling and adding my load to that of the other bear.  I didn't let the boy pull off my cock till I was absolutely finished draining it.

Best of all...it was on my way home.

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