Nothing But Attitude

While at CLAW, I was setting up my area. There were other volunteers were supposed to be doing things as directed by myself, but everyone was cooperative.

At first, I didn't know they were a couple.

Well "a couple" at a leather event could mean just about anything. As it would turn out, they were Sir and boy. Well, one of Sir's boys. He had two.....with him at least. He might have had more. He didn't say. I didn't ask.

I don't remember how it started. I think with a pinch of my nipple has Sir walked by. I responded on multiple levels - I'm sure an eyebrow raised. I'm positive a noise was made. And after he did it a few more times, my kilt tented out.

Mind you, the area was buzzing with set-up, but not open to the public as of yet. And I'm guessing the vendors have seen just about a little of everything in the past - that is, if they haven't participated.

While Sir played with my nips - medium then very very hard - I didn't even notice his boy get behind me. All of the sudden his arms went through my arms and pulled them back in a vice like grip. They were pinned by him behind my back. This gave his Sir opportunity.

It's not like I was fighting it.

His hand went under my kilt. He was impressed by my dick, though he wasn't going to do anything with it. I think he was checking for arousal, though one could easily see that with the kilt still on.

Then he tugged the fuck out of my nuts. This did nothing to deflate my penis.

I'm an obedient boy, so I don't care if people were watching - and some were, but I'm guessing this is fairly tame, other than being in the vendor mart. Still, I'm obedient enough not to say "no", and I just go with the flow in what this Sir wanted.

Still, work was to be done and a timeline to be adhered to, so we went back about out duties, though now and again he would grope, grab, pinch or slap part of me.

I suppose I should mention that there was nothing special about this man - at least in the looks department. Clearly he was Jewish, and that is more than fine with me. I rarely play with anyone from my tribe. He was a little on the heavy side, but at the time I wouldn't go so far as to say 'fat'.

It wasn't his looks at all - it was his confidence. His bravado. You've heard me say it before, it's more about the attitude than it is the looks. Well, at least to a degree.

The two finished their shift and Sir took my digits because he wanted to fuck me later. Telling me - whispering to me - that he wouldn't be pulling out and wouldn't be wearing a rubber.

It made me smile on two levels. A. it was hot.  B. this was CLAW - the bigger surprise would have been if he said he would only wear a rubber.

I saw him / them around later, but barely an acknowledgement. That's ok. There are lots of guys at an event like this. I was a passing fancy. It's not like I was sitting on my hands waiting for a text or call.

Yet on the last day, he texts me. He's sending his boys out for a while and wants me to come by. I agree. He says he bought me something at the vendor mart.  I'm assuming he is speaking tongue in cheek. And in a way he is. He purchased a new paddle.

Now, I've said before here, I don't mind a little rough play. But save for the occassional slap on the ass while taking dick, I can't say anyone has ever really paddled me. Maybe here and there, but it's not a regular thing for me.

It wasn't horrible, but I am thinking he could have been harder. The pre-orchestrated hitting doesn't do a lot for me, though I kind of like the spontaneous hit much better. Rather have it come somewhat out of left field.

At this time I was ordered to take off his boots - and this was after I licked them all over, including the underside. While I was doing that, he was telling me all where he walked to that day with them on. It did not deter me. The boots were not really that dirty, but they were much cleaner by the time my tongue was done with them.

As I got to taking off his clothes, he goes on to tell me that he's had two blood clots and is on blood thinners. Sometimes due to that he can't get hard (fuck!), but reassures me that if he cannot get erect, it is no reflection on me. He finds me desirable, but sometimes it just does not work.

When his clothes were all off, that time earlier in this post when I said "at this time I couldn't call him fat", now I might. The clothes he picked hid a multitude of sins. And the boner he was sporting while abusing me in the vendor area, was there, but it felt bigger than it looked when incased in denim.

Right now, all he had going for him was hit attitude.

I could get into the details of the sex, but there was nothing nearly as interesting about it as the come on at the vendor area. He ended up fucking me - twice, and me getting his load - twice. That was good. Unexpected, but ok. The fuck it self was nothing great. And with so many "Sirs", his concern for my well being and making me happy kind of diminished his authority.

I know some will say that just because he's nice it doesn't mean he's not in charge, but I do like a stronger willed man and the reality is, I could have easily made suggestions enough that he would have bowed to my will and needs.  And that's just not the way it should be.

Still - the deed was done. There were other men to meet at CLAW.

Sling Fuck

Another CLAW story.

I'd say this was a repeat as well, but it really wasn't.

The guy was a repeat, the acts where not.

"Austin" and I hooked up a year ago at CLAW while he volunteered for me. This year, while he volunteered again, it wasn't for me. But we had kept in touch and I knew he would be in town. He's a 'favorite' on Scruff, so I knew when he actually got to town.

I was stalking, but not in a creepy way. This guy is under 30.....he has his choice of guys, though over the 12 months we've chatted some of our perv stuff, and he isn't freaked out by things that are said, nor am I from things he tells me. If anything, it's a turn on.

I was hoping I'd get my chance again this year. The first time I saw him he was with a group of guys - one being his husband. He stepped away to come talk to me. We exchanged pleasantries, but nothing more. What was 'more' was in text. I knew even though it was a leather event and many people played - it's not always out in the open or above board. I wasn't really looking to cause waves in his relationship.

Ok - that's kind of a lie.

I wanted to rock this guy's world a bit and have him look at his husband differently. Or indifferently.

Yes, it's wrong, but who ever said I was 'right'?  And on some level, I think Austin wanted me to walk that high wire.

As I was wrapping up my day, I texted him. He was kind of ready, but asked if I'd mind his roommates being there.  I did. And I didn't.

I like being watched. But by men. His roommates were of the twink variety and that did nothing for me. And given our discussions on perverted talk and deeds, I could open this guy's like to a whole bunch of scrutiny that he probably didn't want. And sure I could have kept my trap shut, but that's not my style....not at CLAW.

I made it to his hotel, and he said to wait while those guys left. While waiting, I let some hot fucking man put his hand under my kilt and play with me until it was unsafe to be standing in such a public area with said kilt tenting out to a point where I was exposed.

Not a problem for many - but the hotel frowns against that much skin.

Then Austin was ready.

He opened the door, harness on, jock on, smile on.  That's it.

The room was much neater this year. And this year, besides the two beds, there was a sling all set up, with the appropriate plastic tarp underneath so not to make any stains on the carpet should body fluids not stay where they're intended.

Anyways - this is why this visit was not like last year.  Austin and I made a deal that I'd at least get his DNA this year. Sure, I'd get around to fucking him, but he got mine, it only seemed fair to swap. Right?

He asked where I wanted it. Beds are easy and predictable, and this was CLAW, so into the sling I went.

And see? Kilts are great. I didn't even take anything off - just hiked it up.

The thing with sling play is there is little foreplay. You get in and you do the deed. And we did.

While he took my cock like a champ in 2015, he fucked like a pro in 2016.

Legs up. Greased up. He went right in. The man knows what he's doing, though by all accounts, he might be sneaking around on the side and giving it to his husband only now and then. He's doing it other places, with a variety of guys. I have to appreciate that.

But I loved the way he fucked. Nice, but with a vengeance too.

Our talk during was filthy and I know that was getting him harder in me. I could feel it. It also helped him get close. It had been a good 15 minutes of pumping and pulling the chains into him. The rocking of the sling helped the entire fuck.

He fucking exploded in me. I could feel him throb. I could see his face contort. I could imagine folks in the hall heard it all too. I hope they did.

Austin stayed up my ass for a while.  A long while, which I like. But as is inevitable, he slid out, slowly. I'm not sure a slow withdraw is worse or not.

He stayed standing, I stayed in the sling, letting his DNA soak into me. We talked, about each other and sex. And dirty sex. Enough so, that he became hard again.

In no time, he pushed balls deep in one movement and I got another 15 minute fuck.

And I got another load. I wasn't expecting this....nor was he. Even afterwards he said it had been years since he produced two loads so quickly together.

I'm not sure if I ever have. I know you hear stories about those crazy late teens who can recharge their balls and get off another round. I was never that guy. But getting off isn't always my thing, is it?

The plan was for me to return another time to give Austin my load. But our schedules never quite meshed after that. I'd see him around the hotel(s), but never alone.....and never ALONE.

But if we keep this up - I'll be fucking him next year. Assuming we are taking turns.

Redo

First - sorry about my absence. I've mentioned it before, but writing the blog can be difficult. I like doing it, but needs motivation. Secondly, work has been off the charts busy. So, what little free time I have is probably looking for cock (not always succeeding) and not really committing the experiences to the 'page'. 

I will get better about that. 

I have a few CLAW experiences, and I will tell them, but not doubt they'll be out of order - and will have other non-leather conference stories mixed in.  

Thanks for sticking with me. 


He wasn't my first for this year's CLAW.  Hell, he wasn't in the top 5. And he wasn't even the first day.

Still, he sent me a message weeks before the event, wanting to use me again. Yes....again. He used me last year at CLAW as well. I guess it's nice to be wanted and in demand. I won't lie.

I got a Recon message saying he was in full leather, waiting for me in 528.  Up I went.

Leather cop shirt. Chaps. Boots. Gloves. Cock hard.

It is longer than the picture makes it out to be. It is thicker too - and it's plenty thick in that pic.

Immediately I was down on my knees. That was the plan. That was his expectation. No messing around - and truth be told, other than take his cock or load, there wasn't anything I really wanted to do with him.

I worked that cock like an expert. I mean, with the mass majority of guys, I always do. Sure, sometimes I go through the motions, but even for the lesser guys, they think it's the full service. If they only knew!

But I love thick cock. And this guy had one.

I'm not saying he was over ready or over anxious, but I had to back off more than once. I mean, I don't mind getting guys off quick and moving on  to the next one - and it was CLAW - so, at the third edge when he said he was close, I didn't back off.

I went for it.

Swirled the tongue. Tightened the lips. Added more saliva.

He burst into my mouth.

I mean, I know he said he got off the day before, but I was amazed at the amount of cum. Either he shoots big all the time (I don't remember his load per se last year) or he fibbed about getting off. Not that it mattered.  I let it sit in my mouth until I let the scum slide down my throat - where it belongs.

I cleaned off the cock, though he was sensitive, which made me laugh to myself. A "tough" leatherman who was too sensitive for a post blowjob clean-up.

He'd never survive the dungeon.