***It contains pictures of nudity and adult language. If you are under the age of 18 please shut your bowser now***
One time… In Atlanta, this older couple that I barely knew at the time, Ed and Brian-- came up to me on my birthday in the night club where I was a club kid, and gave me a box. I opened it to find a pair of expensive black leather pants. They were made of REAL leather. I was so excited! They asked me to try them on and they fit like a glove. I couldn’t believe they got the size exactly right without asking me my size, or measuring me. Or maybe they did measure me somehow whenever they would cop a feel of my ass as I walked by. I asked them how they knew my size and why me.
“We saw them, knew it was your birthday, and we thought your ass would look good in them. We just guessed at the size” they said.
I decided to wear them the next night to the “fetish” club called the Chamber.
I wouldn’t say it was a hardcore fetish club, because it had become trendy for everyone (guys and girls, weirdoes and preppies) to go and watch the fetish shows. There was a guy in the show (that I knew) who was getting whipped that night. After the show, I asked Carlos “Do you like getting whipped?”
“Not really” he replied.
“Then why do you do it?” I asked.
“Because it pays well and I have a high threshold for pain” he said.
Watching Carlos get whipped was hot!
I thought to myself-- maybe I’d like to get whipped and get paid for it too—not that I had a high threshold for pain, but simply that I might like it.
I never explored those options, nor did I really explore the world of leather. I am fascinated and turned on by it though. I consider myself sometimes submissive in bed, and don’t mind the occasional spanking,
slaps on the face, being spit on, or WS (Okay I know this is TMI for some of you!). I think it’s hot to be dominated by a really rough manly guy. Guys like those in the Tom of Finland artwork that portray gays to be tough and masculine-- real men.
Anyway, the really big leather festival in the United States takes place on Folsom Street in San Francisco. I have never been to it, but would like to go one day.
NYC has its own version of it called Folsom Street East. It takes place in the summer on 28th street in front of the Eagle (the gay leather club). I went last year and the eye candy was amazing. I knew I was going again this year.
This year Folsom Street East took place on Father’s Day. I decided what better way to celebrate than by spending the day looking for a hot leather daddy! There was a chance of rain, but I knew I had a really big umbrella!
The eye candy wasn’t as great this year, though I’d say that the people were much more daring. There were naked people outNabout everywhere!
Herbert, Ivan and I decided to find a nice spot,
sit, and people watch. The amount of diversity in things that turn people on is amazing. From guys who like being tied up as if being kidnapped by a spider, to guys who just like wearing ropes as clothes.
A lot of these guys were not that hot, but the thought of them just walking around in nothing but rope was somewhat erotic and quite a turn on- not that I’m ready to go naked in public with anything on but rope.
The atmosphere just oozed sex. There was a stilt walker who had no problems bending over to let a guy lick his ass.
Or how about the guy in shackles who found a dominant master and deiced to just go behind some scaffolding and let him tweak his nipples and make out.
Penises were flopping around everywhere! There were your average Joes walking around naked. Then there was your Latin guy, semi hard, uncut,
and flopping all over the place! HOT!! They were trying to recruit men for their nudist group.
And then there was the guy with the freakishly fat cock wrapped in towel.
I told Herbert “this is what happens when you use your penis pump (like Austin Powers) too much!” We watched a guy attempt to swallow it only getting the head in his mouth. Feeling a bit self-conscious, they headed behind one of the tents! Is this legal? Someone else commented “talk about pride, if I had a cock like that I’d show it off too!”
There were tons of people who despite the hot humid weather, still wore their latex/PVC outfits (the animals as they were called).
One of them was sweating so much, we watched a trickle of sweat leaking out of his pant leg… or was that sweat? Hmmm….
Who knew that ski gear could be so erotic?
Several girls walked around in fetish gear also, one asking another guy to whip her on her titties.
We watched and winced as we heard the whip crack as it slapped her boobs leaving what look like scratch marks that a Tiger would make. She loved it.
Even Sarah Palin was there walking around!
At last year’s Folsom event, I fell in love with a guy walking around in jeans and a harness. He was there again this year, and this time I spoke to him and asked if he didn’t mind posing for a picture. He is the epitome of hot! Perfect in every way… and NICE too! Why can’t I find a boyfriend like this? Why can’t I look like this? (I’d date myself!).
Since it was Fathers day, of course I found myself a daddy! Well actually I was too shy to ask him to be my daddy. I was too shy to even ask him for a picture. Herbert asked him for me! “Oh daddy, I’ve been really bad!”
A couple of celebrities showed up to the festivities. Famous gay porn director Chichi La Rue hosted the shows that were taking place on the main stage (mostly rock performers) and from Project Runway Jack Mackenroth (perhaps getting design ideas?).
At around 5PM it started to rain. Lucky I brought with me a big umbrella. Me and several friends with umbrellas, banded together, and just watch the naked gay boys scrambling for cover. It was rather funny actually.
What where they afraid of? Messing up their hair? ‘Cause they sure didn’t have to worry about getting their designer clothes wet.
Another funny thing was the table set up for Crystal Meth Anonymous. What is so anonymous about walking up to a table in the middle of a crowded fair to say you have a problem with crystal meth? (Crystal Meth is NO LAUGHING MATTER!)
The highlight of the whole day though, was watching this big burly tough guy get spanked. He was getting spanked hard and his ass cheeks where crimson. As he got smacked harder and harder, his dick got harder and harder.
It was hot watching this big tough guy get dominated like that. You could see the crowd adjusting themselves as it happened. When he was done spanking him, the dominant master sweetly kissed him and his wounds, to show that he loved him. It was all so hot! Even the hottie that I see every month at Habibi seemed to be enjoying the show.
After posing with Mr. Leather for some pictures, Herbert, Ivan, and I decided to grab some dinner in Chelsea.
Reflecting on the whole day of events, I realized that I’m not exactly sure to what extreme I would like my sexual limits pushed—though I do want them pushed. I don’t want to be beaten to a pulp or made to do things that I don’t want to do, or be degraded and treated like an animal. But I do know that I find a manly man, in control, knowing what he wants, extremely hot—especially if I can totally trust in him to let go, knowing that he won’t hurt me. I also think that NYC is great in the fact that so many diverse people can live together and celebrate their diversity with such a street fair.
I once wrote 25 random things about myself and mentioned "fetishes I did not care to discuss"... now you know....
So… with that being said… who wants to be my daddy?
For Real! Seriously!
2 comments:
Travis and I want to go to Folsom Street Fair too. I would definitely walk around nude. If not nude, very little clothing! I wish Atlanta would have something like that, but we're surrounded by a ton of uptight conservatives that wouldn't think to allow such behavior in the peach city.
i'm still trippy out that they let people walk around naked there... sounds like you had a blast.
chelle
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