WARNING – ADULT THEMES AND ACTIVITIES

The International Mr. Leather contest takes place tonight, and to date, I’ve not seen a single participant, no wait, I think I saw someone walking thru the throngs of half-naked men milling about the lobby of the host hotel last night.

I’m not sure how much to share with this post, since I’ve never written very much about my sexual proclivities before and since the main point to IML weekend seems to be to engage in as much twisted fetish sex with as many hot, out of town men as possible. To this end, I’ve not been very successful, having so far, only been privy to 3 or 4 men this weekend. There are many stories from the weekend, but I’m unsure how to or if I should, share them. Sex is meant to be a private act between 2 (or more) consenting adults in a private place (or hotel lobby, bar, alley, etc.).

Allow me to shed some light on a few of my proclivities. I like rough sex with rough men, for I have a weakness for muscular blue collar looking men with an extremely high mental capacity for creativity. The more creative a man can be in bed, the better. Unfortunately, I’m also painfully shy around the very men that I’m most attracted to. The fact that my body isn’t as well muscled as theirs or that my life isn’t as well put together as theirs appears to be, prevents me from feeling like an equal to them, and as such, I remove myself from the equation before hope ever swirls into my head.

I also like bondage. I have a real weakness for duct tape bondage and secure leather bondage. I like roll play and humiliation play. There are other activities that I enjoy as well, but I’m not quite ready to share those with you yet. (TLBO mind your words if you comment, cause I’ll censor you)

My hope this weekend was to enjoy a session of duct tape mummification, but as of now, I’ve not managed to find anybody willing to expend the time or energy to completely cocoon me in tape. But, here goes. Here’s my weekend so far.

IML weekend kicked off to an amazing start on Friday when I hooked up with Ed from someplace in Florida. He was a dirty old man with the largest penis I’ve ever seen (since nicknamed ‘Baby Leg’) that enjoyed shaving, and left me with a bald head and an even balder crotch. (Damn the stubble). We went at it twice that evening, where he found me extremely ‘accommodating’ and thoroughly enjoyable.

Next I was off to find Scott from DC to hang out and have a few beers while determining if we were compatible for more. He met me in Smarty’s room while I was changing into my rubber chaps with the yellow stripes down the legs. Within a few moments of him walking into the room, I was on my knees with his dick in my mouth, and it was a very nice dick indeed.

We headed down to the lobby for a while to hang out and also to allow me to return Smarty’s room key to him. Shortly later, I was back asking Smarty for his room key so that Scott and I might partake in the use of the portable sling erected therein. Smarty was very kind in offering up his key, room, and the use of the sling to us. I’ve never been in a sling before, so this was about to allow me the chance to tick a fantasy off what’s left of my fantasy list. Little did I know that I’d be able to tick off several of the items left on my fantasy list, for Scott’s friend Mark joined us in the room as well.

The sling is a very ingenious invention allowing both the top and bottom ultimate comfort and accessibility due to the customization aspects inherent to the design. The height of the sling can be adjusted for optimum height, which is nice since most beds, dumpsters, SUV’s, floors, rocks, tables, couches, chairs, ottomans, or kitchen counters are either too high or too low for comfort.

I hopped into the sling and adjusted myself into position, grabbed the lube and poppers and Scott and I went to town. His friend Mark assisted by kissing me, playing with my tits, and finally allowing me to check off two fantasies at the same time. One was to be fucked in a sling; the other was to be sucking someone’s dick while being fucked at the same time. Apparently, I got a little ‘hands-y’ at one point, so Mark secured my arms with several layers of duct tape to the chains supporting the sling. I was in pig heaven and the poppers were only intensifying the moment.

Then.

Knock, knock, knock on the door, the sound of the electrical lock being opened and light from the hallway filling the darkened room. It seems Smarty’s roommate was back earlier than we expected. He was amused that his room was full of people that he didn’t know and asked who are you guys.

“Hi Rick! It’s Wade,” I said while doing my best to wave my hand with my arms taped securely in place.

A chuckle at the situation and my predicament and Rick jumped into bed and said, “You don’t need to leave, I’ll just watch.” Fantasy number 3 or 4 or 7 was now checked off the list.

The rest of the story is a bit awkward, since Smarty and his new beau arrived back at the room ready to go to sleep while I was in the shower and his beau was a bit cranky that the room was full of people he didn’t know. We got dressed, thanked Smarty and Rick for the use of the room and the sling and headed back downstairs to the lobby bar and the hundreds of half-naked, half leathered (or rubbered) men.

The next morning, I checked with Smarty to find out if we caused drama, and his response was that he was surprised I’d still be there over 2 hours after he gave me the key.

Its now Sunday morning and I’ll be headed to the dog park to let Stella run and play for a while and to breathe some fresh air myself after all the cigar choked air I’ve been breathing this weekend. Half the weekend gone. I wonder what else will happen this weekend.