Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Trip to Spain - Part 1

So it's time to take a much deserved vacation from "overseeing a private residence where sex parties occur."
But my blog never takes a vacation (unless I'm having a sexless reunion with the family)!
And where should my fancy take me?
None other than Barcelona, Spain!



Yes, there was a lot of beach time and having incredible dinners out and siteseeing (Gaudi's Sagrada Familia -- woohoo! ...zzzzz.)

(It looks better in photos than it does from street level!)



But this blog is about sex and isnt that really what you want to hear about?
Well, here it comes... (so to speak)...
The first night out: a sex club called "Open Mind" or what I like to refer to as the "Open Hole."



Located in the gay district known as Eixample (or "Gayxample") my traveling companions and I entered a nondescript building around 11pm on a Sunday night. The cost was 17 Euros, we signed some documents, were given two free drink passes and buzzed through the door. We put all our clothes (we're nudists, but most people were in their underwear) in our assigned lockers, keeping the key on an elastic wrist band and headed into the seemingly spacious two floored club.

I always do a tour before anything, so I know the lay of the land: know where the exits are, the bathrooms and condom and lube stations. It had a more-active second level which seemed the naughtier place to hang out, so after the once-around and re-connecting with my boys, I headed back upstairs to see what I might encounter.

In an instant, the first cute guy I saw immediately came on to me! (Wow, I like this town!)
He was young (late 20's), Spanish, short dark hair and lean with nice everything. He was wearing low cut white boxer briefs that almost looked like a swimsuit.
Suddenly being Causcasian with blue eyes was considered exotic and attractive! I asked if he wanted to get fucked (I get to the point quickly!), he said he liked having his ass eaten. Uh -- hello -- I prefer that (if it's a nice ass -- and it was)!

After two minutes of aggressive ass eating, though, he walked away saying he wasn't feeling right.
Huh?
For the rest of the night I watched every other person in the club eat his ass. I guess that was his thing!
Maybe he has sexual A.D.D. or maybe my whiskers were rubbing him the wrong way.
Still, that was a first - someone not liking my rimming capabilities!

Time for a break...

My main traveling companion Herb smoked pot with Mr. Ass Eaten (small world!) prompting Herb to finally relax into the space (he was exhausted from no sleep the night before), allowing him to suck multiple cocks at once (including mine) and then getting fisted by the end of the night. Go Herb!



The space had an edgy feel to it with lots of kinky hardcore art on the walls and a giant industrial fan situated above the entrance to the bathrooms that dominated the decor. It moved slowly, so I wasn't sure if it served a function or was merely decorative.

Speaking of the bathrooms, for the first time ever I used one of those bizarre toilets that's built into the ground with a foot pad on each side of it. That's where you put your feet. You then squat down and shit in a porcelain hole -- almost like a urinal built into the floor that one straddles.
It was easier to use than I expected, and the placement of the feet allows for proper "placement" of the feces, but thank god I was naked, otherwise my clothes could get in the way or I wouldn't be able to spread my legs far enough apart with my pants down.
As for flushing, it was an avalanche of water from a hose above the toilet yielding very little result.
Still, as a person who loves his bathrooms, I'm glad I got to experience something so... so... crude. (I've seen them before but never used one. And trust me, the public ones can look very messy when you encounter them! Eww.)



Back to work...

Out of the bathroom and back into the Open Mind, perhaps the highlight for me was spitting on and slapping a guy who was doing the same to me. (Try negotiating that when you don't speak the same language. On second thought, I think we did speak the same language!) Unfortunately he wasn't fucking me at the time, which would've made it even better with his nice fat cock.

Actually Herb's sucking his cock is what started the whole orgy, including the involvement of a very hot stand off-ish guy with the biggest cock in the place.
Herb sucked his cock, too, as I felt up his butt, but his ass was flat and a real turnoff, even though he had a good looking face and a giant dick (more long than thick -- I prefer the opposite).

Eventually at another location upstairs a while later, a very aggressive top man with a nice dick and solid body treated me in a way that felt domineering yet acceptable (it has to be done just right or I won't take it!) When it was clear he wanted to fuck me and intended to use condoms (unlike all the other barebackers in Barcelona and worldwide) I escorted him over to a perfectly located sling in a dark corner of the piss room.

But once I got in the sling, I knew it would be problematic when I felt his fingertips trying to find my hole (maybe even a fingernail was there, but nothing sharp or dangerous). I don't like fingers up my ass -- they're hard like sticks. I prefer a hard softness: something with pliability, but firm enough to penetrate a reluctant (yet willing!) ass. His attempt to find it was a bad sign -- there's not much else down there!

Short-story-long: it was a bad fuck. I tried to enjoy it, but he wasn't really hard enough and I wasn't feeling enough of the in-and-out friction that makes it pleasurable. (As a top I try to create that sensation as much as possible.)
So that was the end of that encounter.

Speaking of being a pleasuring top, I also recall fucking a sexy short Spanish guy with a great bubble ass in the piss area as another shorter Italian-looking one watched me with smoldering eyes -- I kissed the Italian as I fucked the Spaniard. And that kissing is what was really keeping me hard, since the bottom was becoming too relaxed, loose and greedy (a turn off)!

After about five to ten minutes of aggressive fucking (One of my traveling companions refers to me as "a monster" the way I can fuck so hard -- but I don't start off that way!) that scene also ended and the assembled group that had gathered to watch, dispersed.

...I hadn't come in almost a week and after hours of build up I knew it would be a big eruption. I tried to draw the attention of the Italian (and his new partner) that I was about to cum, indicating they should look -- most guys like to see cum shots.
Alas, they were into their own thing together and could care less about my proud display of virility!
Look at me! Look at IT!!

Okay, don't.

On the way out of the club with my friends, I asked the manager how much an "Open Mind" t-shirt cost. He gave them to us free!
Yay to making new friends!

That was Barcelona, Spain.
But one last note about my favorite seaside area near the city:


I bid adieu to my favorite nude outdoor gay spot "Chernobyl Beach!" (Google it.)
The young Spanish gentleman above let me snap this photo at the beach, which is adjacent to a Power Plant that challenges all attempts to feel like you're in nature, hence the local name "Chernobyl Beach."
My advice: look in the other direction!

And P.S. the water is cleaner here than Barcelona's major beaches. It's also more naked and gay. (Take the Metro to Playa De Sant Adria De Besos and walk past the huge pipes that go into the water!) Trust.



The next day we traveled to Sitges, a gay resort town about 30 miles south of Barcelona and THE summer destination for all of Europe's gays!



Our first night out (Monday) brought us to a club called "Queens" and a talent show "Sitges' Got Talent" hosted by the inimitable Lady Diamond. She looked and sounded like an older Boy George, very saucy and flirty. And her transformation into a nun and getting everyone to sing karaoke style from The Sound of Music really gave Pickles some ideas for SPAM! (Maybe Pickles will do that for September's "Back to Catholic School" party!)
The winner of the talent contest was an older man from Moscow named Alexander, who sang "Strangers in the Night" and later stole the mic from Lady Diamond as she was doing her OWN karaoke number. It was funny as she explained how lucky Alexander was that she wasn't a diva, otherwise she'd cut off his legs!
I also appreciated that Lady Diamond spoke mostly in English (but was clearly multi-lingual -- as are most people in Catalonia). Everyone seems to know some English -- even Alexander the Karaoke King from the Kremlin.

After that we went across the street to "Dark Sitges," a bar with an underwear (or nothing) party. Complete with active backroom.



The space wasn't very big and instead of a locker, we put ALL our clothes into a white plastic bag. Again, two free drinks were included with the cost of admission (8 Euros).
The space was more like a bar with an extended backroom. A long narrow lounge/hallway that led to a sexually active playroom at the very back.

I got sucked by a couple guys. It was pretty boring although the two guys I played with were sexy -- one Spanish (big surprise there) with a bubble butt (ditto) and the other a mildly hairy Mediterranean looking guy with a great smile and odd shaped penis. He was very much into sucking my dick (and many others) and kissing.

Should I be worried about kissing a mouth that's sucked so many other cocks?
I could be, but I think my exposure to small amounts of so much over time has sort of built up an immunity for me. I don't do drugs or smoke and I rarely drink and I don't bareback... so I think my immune system is pretty strong.

Regarding Dark Sitges Bar and others like it -- it always astounds me that a bar with a liquor license will allow nudity and sex. That's illegal in New York City, which is why so many parties have gone underground (although we don't sell alcohol).
But in Europe it seems that having at least a back room is the norm. The bars with "underwear parties" make no bones about their purpose. It seems sex is expected if you're in your underwear! And it's allowed. With no requirement of condom use, although safe sex always seems to be encouraged via signage.

All in all, I think I was taking a break from a very active night before at the Open Mind in Barcelona. So receiving a couple blow jobs and making out at Dark Sitges Bar was fine with me.
There was one particularly cute white boy there though with a moppy hairdo and a HUGE cock. I mean, like 12 inches. And not because he was so short. It was that big. Like a porn star. And bent! A guy was standing behind him faux-fucking him and jerking on his monster cock. Watching that happen silhouetted against the one light in the room was enough to help me achieve orgasm. And truth-be-told with something that big, I'd prefer to watch from a distance. Ok, I might try to take it up my ass (even with its strange shape), but sucking it would be out of the question, my mouth and throat just aren't that accommodating!

On Tuesday, we spent the whole day at the BEST gay/nude area in Sitges: Balmins Beach. It's close to the city (unlike a remote area on the south side of town Playa Del Muerto (!) with a rocky beach) and is full of naked men walking along the shore line, laying out on towels and cruising in the sea 50 yards out (the water is very shallow.)



We ran into Alexander the Karaoke King from the Kremlin that performed Monday at Queens; he was now completely naked, weathered by the sun but a handsome fit man in his 60's. He had a great life force and was clearly into Herb. As he talked to Herb, his large uncut penis grew, but not to full erection. I like that!

The biggest information we got from Alexander (other than his upcoming international travel plans) was that THE place to go to is a bar one floor above "Queens" (the club where he sang) called "Bears."
So that became our plan for Tuesday night.



Several hours later Herb and I indeed ended up in the dark backroom area of Bears, without even having to buy a drink or pay a cover. Immediately upon our arrival a young handsome man was standing right next to us. My playmate Herb didn't even notice him, but my attention was immediate and clear: you are the object of my affection.
Herb pulled out his own large already-erect penis and within seconds an older man was down on it, sucking.

But what about the shaved headed Vin Diesel looking boy here? (He looked like Vin Diesel only because of the shaved head.) I tapped on Herb's shoulder to bring his attention to Vin who was already touching me to show mutual attraction. Noticing how hot he was, Herb turned around and within seconds the three of us were in an adjacent booth with a draped camouflage door, surrounded by slats of wood that allowed semi-privacy.

Once inside our booth, Herb and I took turns sucking Vin. It was incredibly cramped, but somehow Herb managed to stick his ass out enough for Vin to start fingering it as Herb sucked his dick. I made a gesture with my fist to show Vin that Herb liked being fisted.
Within minutes I was fucking Vin's bubble butt (he gave me a condom without my even having to ask for one -- I love that!) as he attempted to fist Herb.

For a while even Herb (who strongly favors bottoming) fucked Vin. But it was while I was fucking Vin that he eventually came. There was also lots of kissing throughout and a genuine sense of fun in the midst of the passion.
Upon his climax, we moved to the bar area where drinks were served and we discussed future options.

As it turned out, Vin was from Moscow and only 21 years old, staying at the hotel next to ours. He invited us there. So we left Bear Bar and landed at the front desk of his hotel were Vin asked for the key. The concierge said "There is only one person registered for your room," inferring that he wasn't allowed to have anyone else there at night, when only one is paying. "These are my friends," he said. After which he continued up to his room with us following, not even allowing the concierge to deny us entry!

His room was the penthouse -- one level above the elevator's final stop.
Wow! Penthouse! But when he opened the door, the room was the size of a shoe box, barely able to fit the bed! And the bathroom was tiny. Our 2-star Hotel room was twice the size -- as was our bathroom.
Even though the room was tiny, I figured we could make it work for a fisting scene with Herb, which is kind of where this was all headed. I was ready for bed, but was happy to explore new territory.
Before we started I looked out the sliding glass doors, thinking maybe he had a small balcony with a view.
No -- It was a HUGE balcony twice the size of the room overlooking the city with complete privacy!

I immediately summoned Herb to check it out, prompting Vin to open the door to allow us to explore. Herb was the first one out on the balcony. But before I could even get a true grasp of the view outside, Herb had already stripped completely naked!

It was a balmy night, a near full moon so everything was well illuminated and even though we could see everything, no one could see us. Exposure and privacy -- exceptional.

We insisted that Vin also strip naked. He was a bit shy at the bar and now we could see why -- he was a bit chunkier than we imagined and he had white spots all over his incredibly tanned hairless body. It looked like a mild case of Vitiligo, not on his face, but all over his chest and even surrounding his asshole when it was spread (as I am known to do)! It was a bit disconcerting, but that face was stunning. And he seemed into fisting Herb.



Essentially it came down to me fucking Vin as he fisted Herb. And then me attempting to fist Vin as he punch-fucked Herb, who had one foot up on the balcony railing (!) and was probably waking up half the neighborhood with his loud rooftop moans and grunts (it was about 3:00am) on a Tuesday night/Wednesday morning.
I shot my load while my other hand was in Vin.
After that I decided to call it a night, leaving Herb and Vin to continue on (which they did for another hour).

Luckily our hotel was next door, so getting home and in bed was a breeze. I was half asleep when Herb stumbled in -- not drunk, but tired and worn.
I think he took a much needed bath to calm his asshole.

Even though it was an intense evening of sex (for the bottoms!), with a spectacular view, our best night in Sitges was still yet to unfold...

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

The Deluge


I hadn't been near the space for a few days, assuming that when I arrived an hour before the promoters of the Bear Party to help them set up, that everything would be normal. If there were any emergencies, the landlord would call me, right?
Wrong.
The place had flooded. Again.
Only this time a new twist: it flooded from above, collapsing areas of the ceiling and creating a mess throughout the party space. That's in addition to the water on the floor that also had to be cleared.

The good news was that the source of the flooding had been stopped so no more water was coming from the ceiling. But the damage had been done and the landlord was nowhere to be found.

I went to the supermarket on the ground floor and asked if something had happened.
Apparently I "missed the show!"
A hose to the kitchen sink on the second floor had burst, flooding the kitchen and hallway, which then flooded the supermarket below (just before they opened for the day) and that water then found its way to the basement. The amount of water was so intense that the supermarket was pushing it out the door to the street. People didn't know what was going on.

All that water soaked the basement ceiling enough to collapse parts of it.
Luckily it only happened in a few areas where I was able to quickly sweep up the plaster. Then I cleaned up the edges of the tattered holes in the ceiling with a utility knife, prepping them for patching at a later time.

There were already other areas of the ceiling that could use some patching, so this just added to the list of things to work on, but ultimately it didn't affect the party; throw some camouflage over it! Done.

Then I squeegeed the puddles to the drains and turned fans on to dry them up as much as possible before the doors opened on time (!) for the Bear Party.

If only they knew the condition of the space just before they arrived.

When I finally got a hold of the landlord, he was upstate and said he thought I had already left on an upcoming trip to Spain and was out of town, so no phone call to alert me was needed.

Still, it was a shock.
Also it was a hot summer afternoon and the usually cool basement was now very humid with all the moisture. But with several fans going and an air conditioner, we made do and had the Bear Party up and running on time.

Anything of note at the Bear Party?
Just the usual: any really sexy guys that are there are into Bears, so although I may look "good" compared to someone much bigger and older, it's all about someone's preference and that sexy guy the about the same age as me that I'm eyeing is looking for a daddy, not a peer. Duly noted.

And interestingly, the one person I arranged to meet with at the Bear Party decided that when it was time for him to have his orgasm, he'd share it with someone else!
The nerve!
I do all the prep work (playing with each other for quite some time) and then someone else gets to experience the completion of my investment!

He did suggest I take a shower before we played (I was sweaty from having just cleaned up a collapsed ceiling!) so maybe my "scent"/odor had returned and was keeping him from cumming.
But most guys prefer my manly stink smell!

Four hours after the Bear Party ended was the one we have for the entire LGBT community.

Coatcheck Smelly Kelly and I performed again, only via pre-recorded music.
It was a country theme and we did two versions of the sitcom theme song for "Green Acres." Plus I sang "Jolene" and Kelly sang "I'm from the Country." As usual we changed the lyrics to make them appropriate for where we were. And also as usual, our efforts were appreciated by maybe five people (mostly other people working there!)
It was fun to hear the songs play over the speakers, but clearly not as exciting as lipsynching to ourselves onstage as we did at last month's soiree.
I think when September rolls around, we'll have to put on a "Back to (Catholic) School" show!

To make the evening fun, I wore several outfits. "Israeli Giraffe" attended again and counted me in five outfits!
It was fun to hear people respond to my attempts at entertainment -- I usually only do outfit changes at the trannie party, so there was a new appreciation for my efforts at this one.

Also at the LGBT party I met a sexy young girl who wanted to be "part of the family."
She noticed how we all seemed to know each other and she wanted to be part of that.
Great! Another freak to join in our parade!
And we could use a sexy young girl (whom we noticed likes to make out with boys!) as part of our group. I wonder if she's into grandpas like me?
I don't care what she's into -- I'll do whatever she wants!
How about a GrandMA?!

Now there's a bridge I haven't crossed yet -- fucking (or getting fucked by) a biological girl!
Okay, so maybe I fucked a 40-something year old woman once when I was 20, but that's the only time I've done it. It's time to reverse the ages and fuck a 20 year old girl now that I'm 40-something!
The challenge begins now!

"Latin Muscles" was supposed to show up and spend the night and I was horny for him! But alas he never did.

By the time Sunday rolled around, it was clear that the parties were a little off this weekend -- in numbers and in ambiance. Perhaps it was the summer heat and humidity keeping things just shy of really coalescing.

I didn't have the energy to play when "Latin Muscles" finally did show up for Sunday's piss party and proposed overnight.
I was exhausted and had to be focused on Monday's departure to Spain for a 2 1/2 week adventure in Barcelona and the nearby gay resort town of Sitges!

Maybe I could get some play across the Ocean.
Undoubtedly!

Friday, August 6, 2010

A Video Intermission

I have three new postings I'm almost ready to submit, including two postings from a recent trip to Spain, that include fisting at a foam party!

Until then, here's a video my roommate shot mostly in our East Village apartment. For a better version of it, do a search on YouTube for "Cazwell" and "Ice Cream Truck."
And if you like ass like I do, you will have a great appreciation for this video!