Ya gotta have a gimmick...
 

Well, no, you don't gotta. But the other night I went to Clubhouse II wearing a cock cage and had an amazing time. I like my dick; sometimes I get too preoccupied pleasuring it when I'm servicing, so with some advice I decided that the one way to focus on servicing other guys' dicks was to deny access (from me or anybody else) to my own. I was pretty open about it, running around naked for a while. One beautiful young bearded guy in the sauna told me it was really hot to have me blowing him without being able to touch myself.

Later I got into a scene with a leather top man in the dark hall off the video room. Started out with me groping under his towel and squatting down to suck, then I stood up and we started kissing. When he grabbed for my junk and discovered it was off limits, it sent him into overdrive. He instructed me to go tell my man that he needed my nut ("not possible, he sent me out to service guys"). Total head trip for both of us. I went back down and he fucked my throat good; I actually had to quit because I was worried that his stainless donut CR was going to chip a tooth (I like wild sex but I'm not stupid). Got a condom and he fucked me like a madman--me moaning that my dick wanted to get hard but couldn't made him fuck that much harder. I leaked so much precum onto that cage that it looked like I shot. He actually got down to lick it with his tongue.

When I was leaving, had a nice conversation with a guy in the locker room who stayed in a restraint during a six month relationship. Didn't work for him, I know it wouldn't work for me either.

But, whew, it was fun. I learned about better bottoming, but it was mainly about the head trip. I'll get it out again, but it's probably a fetish not to be overused....

Super-hot! Thanks for sharing this with us.

It's something I'd like to do myself sometime. :D

~ Bob S. Editor/Manager

Thanks for the comment Bob. I hope you get some novel adventures according to your tastes in your new situation. You run a great site. I started exploring stuff like this as a mature (OK, old) guy. But I can't deny, I am having fun and staying safe.

I hope so too!

I'd done quite a bit of w/s in the late 90s, some fisting too. That was when I lived in San Diego and there were very active clubs there devoted to both, Waterboys and the now-defunct RHSD. I look back on going to Wet n Hot very fondly. It's still going on every summer in Palm Springs, and I hope I have a chance to be part of it again sometime.

Although I took my ex to Slammer LA once, he really felt out of place. The relationship put a damper on things, even moreso after we decided to move back to my home state, Texas. When we lived in Galveston I spent two very intense nights, about a year or so apart, with a Leather Master from the Dallas area who introduced me to a lot of new things. So much of it was psychological and emotional, even more powerful than the different physical acts.

I think what happens in the mind and heart once you get into this type of play needs to be emphasized. I remember visiting NYC during that time (before my ex) and fisting some total and submissive stranger in that period. All I could see of him was his ass, hips, and of course hole. It was a fist fuck for him and a mind fuck for me.

So many bottoms, and most want me to be a top if anything at all. Sometimes it's a relief to let go and yield and allow a trusted someone else to take charge of everything.

Anyhow, once I sell my house, get my eye surgery, and (knock on wood) can drive at night again, I expect new opportunities to open up. In my new home there's a very private patio with no two-story neighbors. Who knows what could happen...