I've kept waiting for the Bear Party to postpone their opening again, as it's happened before. We get a few weeks out from opening, and they postpone due to COVID concerns, and I was concerned that because of the actions of some very irresponsible governors across the country, that the variants would become enough of a concern that the Bear Party would out of caution once again postpone their opening.
But the news for vaccinated folks out of the CDC continues to be optimistic, and so far the Bears are still scheduled to open for vaccinated guys on this Thursday. My buddy Cole and I are going on Saturday, so one week from today, with any luck at all, I'll have cock in both ends and my long period of celibacy will be over.
And I guess it's like the feast or famine. Like, when you go on a fast, the first day or two are hard, but then your body goes into "famine mode" and it gets much easier. But then when you decide you're going to start to come off the fast, the anticipation of eating again becomes very intense.
My body has been in sex famine mode. It's been more than a year since I had real, hard pounding cock-in-ass-and-mouth sex. And I had become used to it, jerking off, looking at porn, and the occasional play session with my favorite toys.
But now that I know it's coming to an end, my sex drive has kicked back in high gear. I'm climbing the walls. This is going to be a fucking long week.
My naked antics have continued at work, and escalated in anticipation of my coming sexual release. I still have several days a week where I'm the only one in the building for a few hours before anyone else is due in, and I get naked, and after the morning setup is done, I oil up my cock and increasingly frequently my hole as well, and have a good wank session.
One day last week, I became intrigued by the thickness and length of the banana I had brought for lunch. My dirty little mind went there. I thought, damn, this would make a great makeshift dildo. But then I'd have to eat something out of my ass. That would be gross. But then I remembered I always have some condoms in my bag, just in case. If the banana is protected...
I couldn't get it out of my head, so after I'd prepared for the day, I grabbed my banana and a condom, and went back to the massage area, and began oiling up. I'd heard coconut oil can be used with condoms, so I figured it would be fine. I oiled up my cock and rubbed the oil into my hole as well, then covered the banana with the condom, and oiled that up as well. I fingered my hole a little to get it ready, and then put the banana in place, and pushed gently, and it slid into me like a knife through butter.
I proceeded to fuck myself with my lunch, and work my cock. It felt fantastic. I worked it in and out, and played lightly with my slicked up cock. I walked up and down the hallway with my ass stuffed and my hard cock oozing precum. When I was ready to cum, I headed to the back, and working my hole with the banana I shot my load into the trash can. It was very intense.
I took a few deep breaths and slid the banana out of my hole. The condom was totally intact, and the coconut oil, as I'd heard, did not degrade it. I pulled the condom off the banana and washed the excess oil off. I cleaned up, and pulled my clothes back on, well before anyone else was due to arrive.
Later that afternoon, I peeled the banana and ate it. It was delicious.
So one week to Bear Party. I hope I can last that long...
Looks like my long period of celibacy is finally coming to a close.
The Bear Party is making a comeback, starting in April!
Starting April 8, the Bear Party is reopening for guys who have been fully vaccinated. You must show your CDC white card proving your vaccination status to get in.
My buddy and I are planning on attending the Saturday, April 10 event. I'm hoping in the exuberance of that first week I get fucked by at least 10 guys that first party. NYC guys, here's the link. If you want your turn on my hole, plan on being there.
The Bear Party
I recently had to go through hernia repair surgery. When I woke up out of the anesthetic I discovered that they had shaved off all my pubic hair. And I kind of liked the look.
So for the time being, I'm keeping the shaved crotch look and in addition took off the hair on my chest and stomach. And I'm liking it.
I really have no preference for men who shave/trim their body hair and men who don't. I think body hair, especially chest hair, is sexy as hell. On some guys. On me, not so much. I have more like tit hair than chest hair. It only grows on my pecs and not above. And I hate it. So this was an impetus for me to take it all off.
Now if we can only get the sex parties up and running again, we'll see if anyone else likes it, or if it's just me.
This is slightly embellished, but for the most part a true account of an experience I had years ago. It is my entry in the current LPSG competition for the Hottest Sexual Experience" story running right now, but thought I'd also post it here, as because of COVID I have no current sexual exploits to talk about.
I hope you enjoy it. If so, feel free to go like it in the contest thread.
We met in an online chat room for gay nudists. After chatting a bit and exchanging pics, we decided we should get together and “hang naked.” He said to come to his place, on the UWS, just off of Central Park West. We were going to meet around 2:00, after he got home from his job, so at the appointed time I got ready and headed out.
Now, up to this point, there had been no sexual connotation to our interaction. We were just going to hang naked, maybe drink a beer, and shoot the shit. But on a whim, before I headed out I did my hole-cleaning ritual. Just in case one thing led to another. I cleaned up, put on a pair of shorts, a tank top and flip flops, and headed out. I free-balled it, figuring the underwear would be coming off soon enough anyway, and I like the feel of my cock and balls hanging free.
He was a little late getting home, so i was stuck waiting on his stoop for a while. It was a pleasant summer day, not one of the brutally hot NYC summer days, but in the low 80s, bright and cloudless. I sat and waited, noticing that because of my lack of underwear, my cock was visible up the leg of my shorts, if anyone had cared to look. No one did, but it made me feel rebellious and sexy sitting there waiting.
In a few minutes, he rounded the corner. I recognized him from his pictures immediately. He was a few years older than me, with dark hair peppered with grey, and he wore his suit well. He had a nice body—or at least it looked that way under his business attire. He looked at me, and immediately noticed my cock peeping out of the leg of my shorts, and smiled. We introduced ourselves, and he led the way up to his second floor apartment.
We wasted no time in stripping down naked. He offered me a beer, and I accepted. What I observed through his suit turned out to be true. He had a nice body under that suit, not a gym god, by any means, but a nicely shaped, natural build, and a beautiful cock. It appeared about 5 inches soft, with a nice fat head. We sat there in his living room, naked, taking each other in and sipping our beers.
Our conversation had not been going on very long when he said, out of the blue, “Can I suck your cock?” No workup to it. He went instantly from “and where did you grow up” to “Can I suck your cock.” I was a little taken aback at the abruptness of his question, and at the swiftness with which it arrived. We’d only been talking for about 10 minutes. But as I had no issues with him sucking my dick, I smiled and said, “Sure. 69?”
He pushed me back onto the day bed I was sitting on, and swung his cock over my mouth as he went all the way down on me in one graceful move. His hard cock was around 7.5 inches, and I was soon deep-throating his beautiful dick as he sucked down on my 6-incher with relish.
As we continued, however, it became apparent that he was more interested in my hole than my cock. After only a few minutes of sucking on my cock, he began lifting my legs up so he could get access to my fuckhole. He began rimming me with gusto as his hands slowly worked my penis. It felt fantastic.
We continued on like this for about 10 minutes, with me sucking feverishly on his dick while his tongue explored my hole and his hands worked my cock. Then he broke and said, “I really want to fuck you. Are you cool with that?” Without a second thought, I said, “yeah, I’m cool with that.” “Do you need a condom?” I had just started on PrEP, but most of the time still used condoms. However, this situation was really turning me on, so I said, “Usually, but I’m on PrEP so if you’d rather go without, I’m cool with it.” He smiled. “I’m on it too, and just got my test results back yesterday. I’m good without a condom.”
The window was open, and a nice gentle breeze wafted in as he lay on his back on the day bed, lubed up his cock, and handed me the bottle to slick up my hole. His fantastic rim job was all the preparation I needed, and I climbed on board and eased myself down onto his throbbing fuck stick. It was a perfect fit.
We were in no hurry, so I set a slow, steady pace, riding up and down on his cock, enjoying the sensation of his cock working my hole. I’d pull up until I felt his fat head just inside my sphincter, then lower myself back down on his rod until I was impaled all the way.
We continued on like this, a nice easy ride, both of us enjoying our connection. “This is nice,” he said. “Yeah, you feel great in my fuckhole.” We fucked as the light summer breeze wafted into the window and caressed our bodies. The feeling was pure bliss.
“You know, it’s such a nice day. Do you want to go up to the roof?” I was game for anything. “Sure!”
I got up off of his cock, he got up off the daybed, and grabbed his keys and the lube bottle. He walked to the door and slipped on his flip flops. “You probably want something on your feet up there.” And he opened the door, still naked and hard, the only article of clothing being the footwear he had slipped on. He stood there, his hard dick leaking a good amount of precum, waiting for me. I slowly got up, and looked quizzically at him. “No one is around this time of day in this building,” he said, reading my hesitancy, “we’re safe.” That was all the encouragement I needed. My hole still dripping with lube and his precum, I headed over, and headed out in front of him into the hallway. “Shoes!” he said, as I walked past him. “I’m kind of an avid bare-footer. I’ve been barefoot on rooftops before.” He shrugged, pulled the door closed behind him, and stepped in front of me.
We quietly headed up the stairs toward the roof. I felt terribly exposed, but also intensely aroused. I was totally naked with a dripping hole in a public stairwell. It was scary but also unbelievably erotic. My naked host with his dripping cock led the way. The door to the roof was locked. He inserted the key, turned the lock, and stepped through the threshold. I followed him out into the bright sunshine.
It was a typical older NYC building rooftop, covered in black paint and with a few square structures built into the top, one being the casing fo the door itself, the other two presumably for electrical and maybe a toolshed. But the most remarkable thing that struck my mind as soon as I stepped out into the open was, it was NOT the tallest building on the block. I was standing with my new bud totally naked and erect, and within clear view of several other taller buildings.
I cautiously walked around, checking out the view. The structures on the roof provided some cover from some buildings, but there was nowhere on the roof where we would be totally hidden from all of them. I started to feel a little anxious. But although I was nervous, I also found it an immense turn-on.
“What do you think?” he said. I looked at him and smiled, and said nothing, but my hard dick took that moment to release a long heavy string of precum that touched the surface of the roof before detaching from my cockhead. We looked at each other for a moment, then he led me around one of the structures where we were still visible to one of the buildings, but at least it was further away than the ones on the other side. “Now, where were we?” he said coyly, while drizzling more lube onto his hardon. I looked him in the eye, smiled, and turned around. I bent over and put my hands on my knees. He stepped up behind me and sank his cock back into my hole.
He continued the languid pace we had been going at back in his apartment. I was facing out toward the building across the way, and I wondered if anyone was looking out their window. Here I was, buck naked on a rooftop in the middle of Manhattan, just a stone’s throw away from Central Park, with my ass full of cock. The fear of getting caught was sky high, but the eroticism of the situation was even higher.
He started to pick up the pace. He was going at a good moderate clip now, fucking me deep and hard. I was rock hard and my precum was forming a small puddle underneath me. His cock inside me felt fantastic, and my worries about the risk of the situation fell back into my subconscious and I started to meet his thrusts, driving his cock deeper into me.
We were going at it like this for about 15 minutes, then I felt him really pick up his pace and drive into me harder. He stiffened, and then I felt him start to unload. He came hard, filling me up with his semen. I wasn’t really close yet, but I consoled myself with the thought that the experience was hot enough, I didn’t need to cum. As if reading my mind, he pulled me into his chest, his cock still firmly up inside me, and whispered, “Don’t worry. I’m good for another one. But we’d better head down and get back inside. I’ve never been up here this long before. We don’t want anyone to call the cops.” I missed his cock as it slid out of me.
He picked up the keys and the bottle of lube. He headed toward the door, and I padded along on my bare feet behind him, his cum beginning to leak from my still-horny hole. Still rock hard and incredibly aroused, I walked past him back into the stairwell as he held the door for me.
As I crept down the stairs in front of him, I became slightly self-conscious as I felt his seed begin to trickle from my open hole down my leg. I stopped in front of his apartment door and waited for him to catch up. I felt his hand on my inner thigh, and I turned around. He had gathered up some of his semen, and proceeded to lick it off his fingers. With a devilish grin he pulled me into him and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I could taste his sperm on his tongue, and my cock jumped in response. We stood there kissing, naked in the hallway, for a few minutes.
Suddenly we heard a door open a floor above us, and the sound of someone coming out into the hall, and then the sound of a key being inserted into a deadbolt to lock it. With an impish grin he turned, unlocked the door, and we scuttled inside just as the person above started down the stairs. What a rush!
Back inside, we took a little breather. He pulled out two fresh beers from the fridge, our first ones sitting unfinished and warm where we left them as the action started. He offered me a hand towel, and I mopped up his sperm from my leg and my ass as best I could, and sat down on another towel he’d placed on the day bed. We made small talk and sipped our beers for a few minutes. After about 10 minutes, he got up, walked to the kitchen, and took a washrag, ran it under some hot water, and began cleaning up his cock. “Ready for round two?” he asked. It was an unnecessary question, as my cock hadn’t softened since we came back downstairs. “Sure!” I answered back.
We got back into our 69 on the day bed. I appreciated his thoughtfulness in wiping down his cock before I put it back in my mouth. (Of all my kinks, ATM is not one of them). As I sucked on him, I became fascinated by how large the head of his cock was compared to the rest of his penis. I began to concentrate on just that fat head, licking it, kissing it, sucking it, trying to work the tip of my tongue into his piss hole. Every so often I’d take him all the way down, plunging his cock down my throat, and eliciting a deep moan from him as he deep-throated my cock at the same time. Then I would go back to concentrating on that bulbous cock head.
This went on for a while. After about 15 minutes or so, his mouth found my fuckhole again, and he began to rim me out. I took this as a signal that he was ready for more fucking, and I eagerly gave his cock some last minute deep throat action, tasting his precum on the back of my tongue.
He got up and pulled his cock out of my mouth, then picked up the bottle of lube and began oiling up his cock. “Want this cock in your hole again?”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Yeah, what?” he asked.
I caught on. “Yeah, I want your fat cock up in my tight, hungry hole again. I want you to fuck me.”
“Aw, what’s the magic word?”
I stifled a giggle, but I went with it. “Please, please shove that beautiful cock deep in my fuck hole.”
He smiled. “Come take a look at the view,” and he gestured toward the open window.
This seemed a bit of a non sequitur to me, but I walked over and looked out the window.
“No, really look. Look OUT the window.” He gently pushed on my shoulders so that I bent over and put my head actually out the window. We were on the second floor, and as I looked out, I realized that second floor isn’t actually that high. There were a lot of people milling about on the street not that far below, and if they were to look up, they’d see me at the very least shirtless hanging out the window, and if I leaned a little further out, they’d know that I was naked. If anyone happened to look out their window from the building across the way, they would be able to see it all.
“Yeah, just like that.” And I got it. His thing was public sex, and he wanted to fuck me in a way that would expose me to anyone who might be astute enough to take a look. My initial shock at this thought gave way almost instantly to a feeling of erotic excitement and expectancy. I was ready for this. And though I hoped no one would see me, the thought that someone might made my cock jump. I found the risk factor a major turnon.
“Just keep looking out the window,” he said as he stepped up behind me and began rubbing more lube into my hole. It was hardly necessary as my hole was still slick with the lube and his semen from our earlier session, but I enjoyed his fingers lubing me up nevertheless.
After a moment or two of this, I felt his big cock head pushing into my welcoming fuck hole once again. I involuntarily moaned in pleasure as he slid into me. “Shhh,” he said, “or someone will hear you and look up.” Then without warning he pulled back and shoved into me hard, driving my entire naked torso out the window and eliciting another deep guttural moan from me. He stood still, his cock impaled deep in my ass, and laughed quietly. I laughed along with him. I found that the risk was something I enjoyed as well. The chance of being caught added greatly to my sexual excitement.
My cock was rock hard and leaking profusely as he started fucking me in earnest. I did my best to stifle my moans and grunts, and watched the unsuspecting people walk by below, oblivious to the sex that was going on just above their heads. I occasionally glanced across the way to see if I could see anyone watching from out their window, but I saw no one.
He continued to plow into me, and I found it more and more difficult to put a damper on my vocalizations. He was really hitting all the right spots inside me. My raging hardon was profusely drooling its precum like it was a leaky faucet. He was going to push me over the edge without touching my cock. I felt my orgasm building, getting closer and closer as he drove his cock into me again and again. I couldn’t help it and let out a loud “Aaaarrrrrrrrggggghhhhh!” Suddenly a little fearful, I looked down, but no one had seemed to notice.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I whispered behind me.
“I’m going to cum too. Get ready.”
He picked up the pace and began fucking me like a mad man. I met his thrusts and drove my ass back into his cock as he drove forward, holding back my cries of passion and sexual ecstasy.
“I’m gonna shoot,” I said, a little louder than I meant.
“Go for it,” he answered through clenched teeth.
He started pounding into me harder yet, and then it hit. Neither of us had touched my cock since the moment I started bending out the window. He was literally fucking the cum out of me. I was unable to stifle the first nonverbal cry that tore from my throat as the first jolt of orgasm hit me. I shot hard. The first shot actually arched up and flew out the open window onto the street below. The rest covered the window sill as I struggled to keep my footing while I ejaculated with his cock still driving into me.
Before I was finished shooting I felt him start to unload inside me. He pushed all the way in, and held me in place as he pumped another huge load of semen up inside my ass. His orgasm seemed to go on forever. I could feel him pulsing in my hole as he dumped his load.
“Don’t take it out,” I whispered to him. I wasn’t ready to let him leave my hole devoid of his cock.
“Come back in side.” I stood up, and he hugged me into his chest, his cock still deep in my chute. We scuttled backwards to the daybed, his cock in my hole, and he sat down slowly on the day bed so I could follow his movements and we could keep our connection going. His cock was still mostly hard, and he took a few strokes into me as I absent-mindedly rode up and down on it.
“Damn, that was good,” I said. “Fuck good, that was spectacular. Thanks.”
“Yeah, we seem to work pretty well together,” he answered. “I wasn’t sure you were going to go for the window stuff, but I decided to try it after our session on the roof.”
“I admit it threw me for a second, but damn! I was so turned on.
We stayed there, me sitting in his lap with his cock in my hole, until his cock finally got soft enough that it plopped out of me. If anything, this load had been bigger than the first, and cum ran out my hole, coating his genitals and puddling up on the towel we sat on.
Encouraged by how well this first session had gone, we made plans to hook up again.
“Every been fucked in Central Park?”
“No, can’t say that I have.”
“Do you want to be fucked in Central Park?”
“Fuck yeah. Do you think we could get away with it?”
“Easy. I’ve done it before. I’ll show you the best places.”
“Sounds good. I’m looking forward to it.”
We had spent the entire afternoon, and I needed to get going. I made my goodbyes and started to reach for my clothes.
“Hey, before you go, I wonder if you’d indulge me in one of my little kinks.”
“Sure,” I answered, “if I can. What were you thinking?”
He walked over to a small table to the side of the window with a drawer in it, opened the drawer and took out a medium sized butt plug. “It’s a good one. Medical grade silicon. I want you to have it. Kind of a parting gift.”
I laughed, and said, “not sure we should be sharing sex toys.”
“It’s never been used. A buddy of mine gave it to me but I never used it. Will you take it?
“But I want you to take it home inside of you. I want you to put it in your ass right now.”
I laughed. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. It will hold my cum inside you until you get home. That would feed a big fantasy of mine if you’re willing.”
I laughed again. “Okay, but you have to put it in for me.”
I bent over the day bed and offered him my ass one last time. He put a light coating of lube on the plug, then gently eased it into my hole. “How’s that,” he said.
“Feels good. Your little swimmers will live on for a few hours more before I release them into the New York City sewer system.”
He laughed. “Thanks. That’s a big turnon for me.”
My ass was still wet so I dried off around the plug as best I could with paper towels and pulled my shorts on. I carried the shirt. I walked to the door and slipped on my flip flops. He followed me and turned me around and kissed me.
“Until next time, then.”
“Oh yeah, there will definitely be a next time, I answered.
I headed down the stairs, my ass full of sperm and a butt plug, euphoric after one of the best fucks of my life.
We had several other adventures after this initial meeting, including the fucking in Central Park, but I guess those are stories for another day.
So it's been a long time since I've entered anything in this blog, mostly because I'm not having any sex. Pandemic sucks. My sex parties are still on hiatus, and will probably be that way until there's a viable vaccine. I imagine once this thing is finally past us (and we have a new president), those parties will start up again and I'll be back in the saddle.
I was at a naked party a few months ago, and it started becoming a sex party. It was very interesting. Everyone was wearing masks, but then masks dropped and some cock sucking started, and I almost got fucked, but then I started getting nervous about COVID, and I had to get up early for work the next morning anyway, so I headed out before it escalated any further. Made me sad, because it's just the kind of party I'd like to be at, but because of COVID concerns, I bowed out.
So still no sex. Well, that's not quite true. My husband's doctor gave him a prescription for Cialis, and we had one very nice fuck session, but it gave him headaches, so it may have been a onetime thing. More on that as it develops. He's asking for a lower dose. It may still work out.
So anyway, I'm finally back at work. And I'm lucky. Because a lot of people didn't come back. It's a small business, and they couldn't afford to bring everyone back on. One of the reasons I was back is that my job has become partly custodial in nature. I clean and disinfect the place before anyone else comes in.
I'm also biking to work now. It's a little over 6 miles to my place of business, so that's 12 miles a day there and back. And I always arrive very sweaty.
Before COVID, my nudity at work was a rare thing. Every so often, because of scheduling, I was there hours before anyone else showed up, so I could get naked and go about my business in comfort and get dressed before anyone else was due to be there.
Now, I'm there a few hours before anyone else almost every day. So now, I am naked at work for at least the first hour, sometimes 2 hours, of every workday. And I'm loving it.
I need to be careful, though, because it has become a bit sexual. All the abstinence I've been going through has made me one horny fucker. There is an in-house massage therapist at work (actually 2), and they use coconut oil as a lubricant for their massages. Since I use a lot of chemicals and cleaners, my hands need to be moisturized afterwards, and coconut oil makes a great hand moisturizer. And if some of it happens to drip onto my cock while I'm pouring it into my hands, it's not my fault...
So pretty much daily, I strip down and go about my business, and once I'm done with all the cleaning chemicals, I oil up and work the oil into my hands and cock, and occasionally my hole. I stand in the hallway, and work my cock, and finger my hole for a while. I stand in the hallway because that way I'll hear the door if anyone comes unexpectedly early and I have to run to the back and pull some clothes on.
I try not to ejaculate. I just play with it for a while then wash up and go on. For some reason, to orgasm seems a bridge too far (though it's happened a few times). I'm finished up and dressed about 45 minutes before anyone else is due to come in.
So I guess this is my life now. Biking to work, getting naked, cleaning up, and oiling up. I guess it will get me through.
Kind of wish I had a fuck bud in Brooklyn, though, as it would be very easy to get to work early, let him in, we fuck, he's out the door and I'm ready for the day. Would be sweet. Anyone in the Park Slope area of Brooklyn that would be interested in an early morning fuck bud? Just putting it out there...
So, obviously, I haven't been to any sex parties lately. I was coming off a very long period of abstinence because my husband's immune system was majorly compromised, and I was supposed to start up in April again.
Thanks to this idiotic pandemic, I'm of course going to have to prolong my period of abstinence a bit longer. Maybe a LOT longer. These are troubling times we live in, my friends.
I hope to be able to have something to report by the end of April. However, at the rate we're going, that may be a pipe dream. Guess we'll have to see.
Been way too long since I made an entry, and there's a lot to talk about so here goes.
Let's start with today. So I got to work and realized no one else was going to be coming in for at least 2 hours, and after a short internal debate, I stripped naked and started my daily routine. Was largely the same as last time. Felt fantastic getting things done while completely naked at my workplace. Which was how it felt last time. However, there was one big difference. Whereas last time I stayed naked for more than an hour without getting aroused, this time my dick got hard almost the moment I got naked. So I was running through my morning routine naked with a full on hardon. I'd give it an encouraging tug now and then, and figured it would eventually subside. It did not. In fact, it started leaking just a little bit.
Now, I enjoyed working with a hardon a lot, and the risk of being caught naked is very slim, almost zero, but it's one thing to be caught naked, and quite another to be caught naked with a dripping hardon. So even though I could have stayed naked another 45 minutes (actually, as it turns out a full hour and a half more before anyone else arrived), I cut my naked time short after only 40 minutes. My boner didn't subside until I'd tucked it back into my jeans. I did leave off the underwear and freeballed for the rest of the day. I continued to work for another hour in just the jeans. No shirt or shoes. I'm always barefoot at work, and in the summer I frequently work shirtless after a sweaty walk, so though it's not quite the time of year for it, my being shirtless is a fairly common occurrence before we open, so even if someone walked in at that point it would not be a big deal. No one did.
But back to this irrepressible hardon. I think that might be because I haven't had sex since shortly after Thanksgiving. As I've mentioned before, my husband had a liver transplant in September. He was doing well, so the first week of December my buddy Cole and I decided to take in a Bear Party. And it was a pretty good one. Not the best, but certainly not the worst, and probably a good solid 60 out of 100. Got fucked at least 5 times, sucked a lot of cock, and fucked a few guys as well. As usual, my buddy Cole was one of those who fucked me, and (a first for us) I reciprocated and fucked him as well. So a good time was had by all.
But over the next few days, I got a little tickle in my throat. It went away before I really got sick, but my husband wasn't so lucky. He got a cold. A bad cold. Which in his immunosuppressed state was very bad. He was sick from that week, through Xmas and New Years (we had to cancel our Xmas plans because he was feeling crappy), and only started feeling better mid-January.
Now, in all fairness, there's no way to tell if someone gave me a bug at that party, or equally as likely someone on the subway (downside of public transport), or even if it was indeed me who got him sick, but I decided I couldn't risk taking in another party during cold/flu season, until he comes off some of the drugs that are suppressing his immune system. Which is mid-March. Liver wise he's doing very well, and they've already cut back on some of his drugs, but in Mid-March we expect a larger reduction and his immune system should bounce back. So basically, I'm celibate until April. Which explains, I think, the persistent hardon.
Anyway, so that's why there have been no Bear Party reports for such a long time. But in April, look out! Because in April, I plan to make up for lost time. I'll be going every weekend. So stay tuned.
Be well, stay warm, have lots of sex. And feel free to write about any encounters in the comments, because I'm living vicariously through y'all until April.
So if you're a regular reader of my blog, you know I'm a married man, married to a guy who's lost all interest in sex, but encourages me to find fuck buds and sends me off to sex parties with his blessing. Which is fine for now. But the ultimate goal is to get him interested in sex again.
And, again, if you read these pages, you know that at least part of the reason he's not interested in sex is that he is suffering from liver disease and needs a liver transplant. The no sex thing was going on before this trouble hit, but of course it contributes to his lack of sex drive.
Well, he's getting a transplant. That's the good (if also a bit scary) news. In nine days, he reports to the hospital, and a saintly friend of ours is going to donate half of her liver so he can be well again. I'm not sure how we're ever going to be able to thank her for that.
But that being said, I've told him that part of his recovery, in addition to more exercise and a healthier lifestyle (doctor's orders) is that he needs to get interested in sex again, and he agreed. So how to spark that interest from day one?
Of course he won't be up for sex for a long time yet. He'll need pretty much 24-hour care (provided by me) for at least a month, possibly longer. But I wanted a way to at least get him thinking about it. And while I was thinking about this and going over some of the forums on this LPSG thingie, I came across a discussion of this:
Hush by Lovense. The Most Powerful Vibrating Butt Plug
This is a remote-controlled vibrating butt plug that can be controlled by any smart phone. I got the bright idea that I could insert it, give him control of it, and then when he needed me, he can buzz me. Literally. And I'll know I need to get to him. I thought it would be perfect for when I went down to the gym, or off to the corner grocery store, and if he needed me he could buzz my ass and I'd come running. I presented the idea to him, and he laughed. But he also didn't say no. So I ordered it. And we tested it out. Works like a charm. So now, during his recovery, he has a fun sexy way to get my attention when he needs it. And I get something in my hole on pretty much a daily basis. Looks like a win-win to me. What do you think?
On Monday, a good friend of mine and I headed to Sandy Hook, a legally nude beach on the Jersey shore. Neither of us had been able to get there all summer long, and finally we decided if we didn't go then, we may not make it out at all.
It was a PERFECT day at the beach. Light breeze, not too hot, more sunny than cloudy, and because it was off-season, not too crowded.
There's something so peaceful, calming and centering about being totally naked outdoors. Especially when any anxiety around being discovered and punished are removed because it's perfectly legal. You can walk more than a mile down the beach. It's exhilarating being naked outside and almost a mile away from your clothes. Talk about getting back to nature!
IMHO, nude should be the norm for beaches, and you should have to get special permission to force people to wear bathing suits. The beach and nudity are a natural coupling. It's sad that Americans as a whole are too prudish to allow themselves this pleasure. I suspect that if everyone had a chance to visit a nude beach without judgment and feel the sun and breeze on their bodies, that they'd never want to go to a clothed beach again.
Okay better finish this up. Because I'm forgetting a lot of detail about those other 2 parties. Brooklyn was clearer than I expected, so I'm hoping if I start writing about the remaining 2 it will come back to me.
So I already mentioned that me and my bud are now trying to coordinate our party going so that we can take in the same parties. That happened at both the Manhattan parties. He fucked me twice first time out, and then twice at the second Manhattan party (the Brooklyn party happened in between). All other types of fun were being had, but toward the end of the 2nd party I hadn't been fucked in a while, and we were both kind of chilling in the back room of the venue, and I noticed he'd gotten hard again, so I said let's fuck, and he said he didn't have the energy, so I said, that's okay, I'll just get on and ride.
A little departure here. I can count on 1 hand (actually 3 fingers) the times I've been on top while being fucked at one of these parties. And that's in all the parties I've attended over the last 3 years. I have offered to get on top and ride the cock, but generally that offer is declined and the tops at these parties like to stay on top. Not sure why. I like to sit down and ride a cock really about as much as I like to be ridden. But that happens very rarely here.
But anyway, so I hand him a condom, he suits up, and I turn around and ease down on his dick and begin riding him. Feels sooo damn good. So glad we got over the awkwardness and just said fuck it, let's fuck. So we go on for a while, and I'm standing and squatting while doing this, so basically doing deep knee bends, and damn, that's hard work. My knees gave out long before my hole did. I wanted to keep going, but I finally had to stop.
Another bit of a side note here. My party bud (let's call him "Cole") mentioned after our first party together, that he thought that there were sometimes straight men who showed up at these parties just to get a blow job. And until he'd brought it up, I'd been oblivious to it. But the week after he said it (we're going back to Brooklyn now), there was a cute younger guy there who never took his underwear off, and was kind of watching more than participating. In retrospect, he was looking for a good cock sucker, I think, and he settled on me. After basically keeping his distance the whole party and kind of ignoring me (and pretty much everyone else) up until this point, he approaches me, takes my hand, pulls me to the side, and sits in front of me and starts sucking my cock, in a way I would imagine a straight guy would suck a cock to get the other guy to reciprocate. Because after only a few minutes of admittedly lackluster sucking, he stops, finally takes his underwear off, and indicates that it's my turn to suck him now. Which I do.
He has a smaller cock, probably about 5 inches, so easy to deep throat, and I'm sucking (I think by now we've established that I enjoy sucking dick), giving it my all, and without warning he pushes into my mouth as far as he'll go and starts ejaculating. Big. He delivered a huge load into my mouth, and up my nasal passages. Sort of like when milk goes up your nose if you're forced to laugh with your mouth full. But this was because he forcefully shot semen up there. It literally came out my nose. I was caught off guard, but recovered quickly and sucked the rest of his seed down like a good boy (never one to turn down a nice high-protein snack). I kept sucking until he pulled away. He smiled, seemed grateful, thanked me and left the party. I think it was the only sex he had at the party. And now I'm pretty sure he was a straight boy who wanted a good blow job, like my buddy Cole had talked about.
Then at the following week's party in Manhattan, I was pulled aside by a black guy who oddly just kept his shirt on, the only guy at the party wearing a shirt, and he asked me to suck him. This guy admittedly had a beautiful big cock that was a challenge to deepthroat. But he was a little gruff, and not very polite, not very nice. And I don't know why I let him get away with it. I probably should have just stopped. But anyway, he was fucking my mouth, and I was sucking his cock, and he pulls out and turns me around and says he wants to fuck me. And I tell him he needs to put a condom on. (I have let guys go in without a condom on very rare occasions at these parties, I am on the PrEP after all, but not rude boys who don't know how to ask nice and don't treat me well).
So he says suck me off then. And again, still not sure why I kept sucking him. I should have just let someone else finish him off. But I guess I was in the moment, and his cock was beautiful, so I kept going. And finally he started to cum...and the fucker pulls away! He's shooting a huge load, so I try to get it back in my mouth, and he pulls away, and we start doing this dance of me trying to get closer to his ejaculating cock, and him pulling away. I did end up getting covered in his cum, which was hot and I guess worth the blow job. But then he didn't even thank me and started heading for the door. So I'm pretty sure he was straight too. Shortly after I had to head to the bathroom, and he was there cleaning up. He could barely look me in the eye. I gave him a brisk nod, and he begrudgingly slightly nodded back, like it was a chore. So, yeah, straight guy.
So shortly after this, I was in the back room, and there was a cute guy probably a few years younger than me standing alone toward a corner. I walk up to him, we exchange looks, and we grab each other's cocks, and OMG this guy has an amazing dick. About 8 inches long, narrower at the base, but then bulges out in the middle and only slightly tapers back at the head. I'd never seen or felt anything like it. And I told him, "I have to know what this feels like in my hole!" And he brightened up, said, "Wait here, I'll go get a condom." He comes back, starts opening the condom, and I tell him to wait before he puts it on, because I want to suck him. I get down on my knees and take him in my mouth. Beautiful cock. Tastes great, and the precum is plentiful and very flavorful. I suck him for a good 5-7 minutes before I let him put the condom on. He has me brace up against a high bench, and he starts to sink it into me. It takes some doing, because that sucker is fat in the middle. But after a little effort it pops in and he starts a slow rhythm. In and out, in and out. I'm feeling every inch. It is exquisite. Not only does this guy have an incredible penis, he knows how to use it to full advantage. My eyes are rolling into the back of my head.
He picks up the pace, going faster, gradually faster and gradually harder. I'm in heaven. Finally he's plowing into me with all his might, and I'm pushing back against him, driving him in as deep as he'll go. He finally cums, pumping a ton of semen into the condom inside me, and collapses on my back. He keeps his cock in me until it starts to go soft, then pulls out. I see the huge load inside the condom. He smiles. Says thanks, that was awesome, and I tell him he was amazing. We exchange names, and I tell him I usually try to be at all the Saturday parties, in case he wants to do it again. He said he hoped very much that we run into each other again. I concurred. I hope we do.
There was more that happened at these parties, but I'm going on too long as it is, so I think I'll leave it there. Those are some highlights. I'm going to make an effort to try to keep these reports up to date while they are fresh in my mind, so I don't have to do multiple parties at a time.
If all goes well, Cole and I will be attending the Friday night Bear Party. I'll let you know how it goes.
Stay horny, guys.
It's hard keeping 3 parties all separate in my mind this far after, so these will be recollections from all three parties, all blending together. Any fucks described should be assumed a condom was worn, unless I otherwise indicate.
I had dick in my hole relatively soon at the Brooklyn party. I was in the sling in the big public area, and an obliging gentleman came up and slid his cock into me, gave me a nice fuck. Nice cock. Not too big, but definitely on the larger side, I'm guessing 7 inches. Nice fat head on it. Great way to start the party. But after that I laid back in that sling for a while and there were no more takers, so I got up and wandered a bit.
There was a guy in another sling, waiting to get fucked, and so, taking to heart my "fuck karma" theory, I suited up (i.e. put on a condom), stepped up and sank my dick into him. Nice tight fuck hole. I was fucking him to the beat of the music that was playing, enjoying being on top, when of a sudden I feel a cock at my back door. I slow down and bend over a little, and a friendly guy slides his cock into me. I'm now in the middle of a fuck sandwich. I'm fucking the guy in the sling, and this guy is fucking me as I do it. Feels fantastic. This goes on for a while. It's mostly me moving, pushing ahead to fuck the guy in the sling, then pulling back and sliding my hole back onto the cock that's inside me. It was a bit of a dance, but so much fun.
The other very notable thing that happened at this party was, the urinal was out of order, and a sign directed you to use the bathtub instead. And in the bathtub was probably the most beautiful, sexy guy at the party. With a pretty impressive dick. Wanting to get pissed on. Eventually I had to go, so I stepped up, and he saw me and eagerly positioned himself so I had a better line of fire. I began to piss, and I had to go pretty bad. He took it like a champ, changing his position as I went so that I hit every part of his body, including face and mouth. This was the first time I had ever pissed on a guy, and I have to admit, now I see the allure. It was sexy and fun. I had to go again a little later, and he was still there, so we did it again. I think I especially enjoyed pissing on his hard big cock as he worked it with his hand.
A little later I walk by, and he's out of the tub, obviously showered and dried off, and so I get down on my knees and start sucking that beautiful cock. After a few minutes of this, I break and tell him I want him to fuck me. He agrees, with the caveat that he's been doing a lot of poppers and might not be able to get hard enough. So he leads me back to the large bed in the big public space, and I bend over it, and he tries to get his dick both in a condom and then inside me. And it's not working. It appears he was right, and he's not going to be able to get hard enough to do the job. So I say, that's okay, let's 69 instead, which he readily agrees to. So we get up on the bed, and get in position, and start sucking each other's cocks with abandon. I sort of halfway notice that we're starting to draw an audience, but I don't care, because he's a fantastic cock sucker, and I'm a fantastic cock sucker if I do say so myself, so we're both deepthroating each other. Intense and pleasurable. And after a good amount of time, he stops and says, let's try to fuck again. I think I can do it now.
I ask what position he wants me in, and he says doggie. So I get on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed, and he puts on a condom and slides his big cock deep inside me in one slow, sensual move. He's easily 8 inches and pretty fat as well. Feels amazing inside me. And then he starts to thrust. Slowly at first, but then picking up speed, until he's plowing my hole like a mad man. And I'm meeting his thrusts, pushing my ass back onto his dick as he plunges into my hole again and again. Finally I feel him shudder a bit and falter in his rhythm. I figure he's cum. I ask, "Was that you cumming?" And he said, "No, I just have to stop for a sec." And he gave me a very nice complement about the tightness of my fuckhole, and then he starts to pick up the pace again. And now we definitely have an audience. A whole group of men has gathered around the bed watching us.
After an exquisite, intense another maybe 10 minutes, he starts to shudder again, and this time it's unmistakable. He's ejaculating inside me. Inside the condom inside me. I find myself wishing we'd done it bare so his cum would be in my hole instead of the condom. But that's just heat of the moment thinking. (SIDE NOTE: I can't really feel much difference if someone is fucking me with a condom or without one, except for the cum inside me afterwards if there's no condom. It is IMHO mostly a psychological thing, and in most cases barebacking isn't worth the risk. Suit up before you go spelunking, gentlemen. Play safe.) And it's an earth-shattering climax. He's pushing into me as hard as he can, and his cock is pumping out a ton of semen, which he later proves by showing me the condom. He finally falls onto my back. He leaves his cock there in me for a few as he catches his breath. Then slowly pulls out and we lie down together and cuddle a bit. He thanks me, and says we have to meet up again at another party, and I heartily agree.
And now I realize I've been going on and I have only covered one party! I guess I'll have to do another post to cover the other two.
Stay horny guys.
Okay I've been a little lazy, and I'm way behind in my Bear Party Reports, so this is just going to be a catch-up blog post with highlights from all three.
Overall, and generally, I'd call each of these three parties somewhere between average and above average. So none were one of those where I got the sustained dick in my hole hour after hour, but I did get fucked a good amount at each, and among those fucks were a few pretty spectacular ones at that.
I also topped more than average at each of these parties. Fucked about 4 guys at 2 of them, and the other one 2 guys. I decided that if I want to be topped, I needed to top myself. It's probably all in my head, but call it fuck karma. Fuck so that I will be fucked. It does seem that if a party is a little dry, if I step up and start fucking a guy, soon after that I'll be on the bottom myself.
Another thing that happened often enough that I can call it a trend is that over the course of each of these parties, I became the middle of a fuck sandwich at least once, and at 2 of the 3 parties twice. I'm fucking a guy, and some other guy will come up behind me and stick his dick in my hole as I'm doing it. I like this trend and I hope it continues.
Another new development is that about 2 months ago, the inevitable happened: I ran into someone I knew from my other life. My life outside sex parties. A fellow theatre company member. Neither of us knew the other attended parties like this, and it was a little awkward. We sort of made a joke out of it, I think I whispered "We must never speak of this." We didn't interact. But occasionally I'd notice him, and I'm sure he noticed me as well. And that was that. Until it happened a second time. Again a little awkward but we smiled at each other and went about our business. This second time was during one of those spectacular parties where I got fucked over and over again, and I noticed him alone, watching me getting fucked in the sling, and no none was approaching him. He was alone and seemed upset (maybe jealous?), and then left. And as I was being fucked over and over again (REALLY GREAT PARTY!) I found myself feeling a little sorry for him. And I thought, well fuck, if this is going to keep happening, then might as well confront it head on.
So I sent him a PM on Facebook, saying, if this is going to keep happening, we should stop being awkward about it and sort of hang out together and be the friends we are during lulls in the party. Thinking I was being a bud. And we could hang out and talk if we ended up not having much sex. It didn't occur to me when I approached hm this first time that we'd actually have sex together. Just be moral support for each other if we ended up at a lower than average party.
He didn't answer me for about a week, and I thought, well, he's not up for that, and he's bashful and awkward about how we keep meeting each other at these parties. But I was wrong. The trouble was, he didn't answer me in the PM on facebook, he posted on my page! Oh, he didn't come right out and say sex party, but he basically told me and everyone else that happened to stop by on my page that he enjoyed watching me get repeatedly fucked in the sling at that last party, and yes, he'd like to be party buds. (I think what he said was he enjoyed watching me have fun with the bears, but pretty easy to read between the lines there). So needless to say I deleted the post from my wall, but we did end up exchanging phone numbers, and we agreed to try to start coordinating our party going so we'd be there for each other. The first time we were able to make this happen was the first of the three parties we're reporting on in this post.
Now, in my mind, that meant just checking in with each other, maybe hanging out and talking if we found ourselves in a lull, and not really having any sexual contact with each other. I got there before he did and I was having a pretty good time, and the thought occurred to me, oh, what if we end up having sex with each other? Will that be awkward? Maybe. And then I feel a tap on my shoulder, and it's him. We exchange a few friendly words, I happen to reach down and grab his dick, and he's steely hard. And I find myself saying, "You're so fuckin' hard! Do you want to fuck me?" And he did want. To fuck me. And he did. So much for awkward. We both had a good party, and he ended up fucking me a second time later. So now it's a thing. We try as much as possible to coordinate our party attendance, and we've become much better friends than we were before.
And this post is getting long already, so I'll stop there. Coming next post: some detailed highlights from the three parties.
I work in the arts. Music mostly but also do some sound design work for theatre companies. But NYC is a tough town, and I can't make ends meet with just what I bring in from this type of work. So I have what is known in the biz as a "day job." I'm the daytime office manager for a physical therapy establishment in Brooklyn.
It's a great day job for a musician because it's only part time and I get off early enough to come home and work on music/songwriting/whatever.
The other part of this story is that since October (since my husband got sick), I've been taking a different train to get to this day job. Although there's a train about 5 minutes away and I can transfer to a train that gets me almost to the door of my work place, I've been taking a different train that takes a brisk 15 minute walk to get to, and another brisk 15 minutes to get to my job once I get off the train. It ends up being about 2 miles in each direction. This way even if I don't make it to the gym, I get at least some exercise.
So that being the case, during these warm summer days, by the time I get to work, I'm sometimes literally drenched in sweat. And as I'm the only one there for at least half an hour most mornings, I take off my shirt and allow it to dry and work bare-chested to set up for the day. Most of the therapists that work in the mornings are used to finding me setting up topless and it's not much of a big deal.
However, recently there are mornings when I'm the only one there for a few hours. And on one of those mornings a while back, as I was pulling off my shirt after a particularly sweaty morning power walk, it occurred to me that I could take off all my clothes and work buck naked and no one would be the wiser. So I did. And put my underwear and shirt in the dryer.
Worked out great. I thought I might get an erection as I worked, being naked in a taboo place like work, but it didn't happen. I have a lot to do to get set up and it wasn't a sexual thing at all taking my clothes off. It was practical. I don't like sitting around in wet clothes and on this particular day I didn't have to. So I was totally bareass naked for the first hour and a half of my work day, and when I went to get dressed, I put on a dry shirt and underwear. Much more comfortable.
And while it wasn't a sexual thing, it was a very sensual experience. It felt great just getting things done while being naked in a place I should not be naked in. It felt daring and bold, and forbidden and fun.
Since that day I've had about 4 opportunities to do it again. Great way to start the day.
I'm having some gastrointestinal distress. So I missed last week's bear party. So sad.
I may take in tomorrow (Sunday's) Bear Party at 1:30. Depends on how tonight goes.
Last month's Brooklyn Bear Party was excellent, as you can read below in "Tale of 2 Bear Parties." So much fun. So I had pretty high expectations going into this one, especially coming out of a spectacular Thursday Nooner party. My hole only had one day off between the two parties, and it was ready to go.
I have to keep reminding myself that these parties, unfortunately, are kind of hit and miss. They're always fun, yes, but the same thing doesn't happen at all the parties. For example, after taking probably more dick than I ever had in in a two-hour stretch on Thursday, at this party I only got fucked once, and that was because I flip-fucked with another bottom boy who was also looking to get as much dick in him as possible. Which, don't get me wrong, was fun. He had a sweet hole, I enjoyed fucking him, and when it got to be my turn, he turned out to be a pretty good top as well. But over the course of the entire party, that was the only time a cock entered my hole.
Oh, there was lots of cock sucking. Sucked a lot of dick, and actually got my dick sucked a few times. And I struck up a conversation with this big black bear of a man with the unlikely name of Butch, who turned out to be a really nice guy with a very suckable cock. We'd talk for a while, then I'd go down on him for a while, then we'd talk some more, and enjoy the visual of all the sex that was going on around us. He was also looking, in his words, for someone to fuck the shit out of him. So once again we were looking for basically the same thing and neither of us was getting it. I think it was basically a situation of too many bottom boys and not enough tops to take care of them all.
So anyway, stats:
Cocks in my hole: 1
Flip fucks: 1 (Yeah I know, really the same statistic. So sue me).
Asses I fucked: 2
Cocks in my mouth: maybe 10? 12?
Times I got finger-fucked: 2
Mouths on my cock: 4
And bananas consumed: 2
I think one of the keys to going to these parties is to keep expectations low. Or no, just to go in with no expectations at all, because every party is different. Once I list the stats, it appears that I had some good sex after all. Next one is tomorrow at 1:00PM at Paddles. I'll most likely be there, unless something comes up.