Nasty Pig Play Party....not so much

It was supposed to be a nasty pig play party. During the week, I had posted ads on Craigslist for the party. I was hoping to get about 20 responses so that I could get about 5 people to show. Over many years of being a nasty pig, I've figured out the math when it comes to organizing a play party on the net. About 1/2 of the people who reply are actually serious about coming to the party. Of those, about half will either bail at the last minute or show up, look around, and leave.

Ad read like this "Nasty Pig Play Party : Putting together a play party for all you nasty pigs on Saturday night. This party is for the true nasty pig. There will be j/o, oral, fucking. piss, toys, sweat, spit, pits, bears and oh yeah, did I mention piss!! Send your contact info for party invite, invites will be send on Saturday afternoon with location information. Nasty pigs of ALL shapes and sizes welcomed.

So, I got what I figured was a decent number of responses and spent Saturday getting ready for the party. The original plan was to get a cheap motel room for the party. I used to have these at my house, but after the nth time of something being stolen or broken, I decided that parties needed to be outside my home. As the day wore on, I opted for a residence inn type of place which would give us more room and was in a better part of town. I booked the room, bought refreshments, organized the toys, the porn, the laptop (to play the porn), the blow up kiddie pools (perfect for people to receive the liquid gold). I sent out the location information and answered a ton of last minute questions. I also sent out recent photos of me so everyone would know at least one face when they arrived.

Finally, I was settled in at the suite and ready for some fun. The first knock came at the door and a bearish guy entered. He was the guy who had asked me about sounding and told me he wanted to try it. So, we talked about sounds and I showed him the "tools of the trade" as we waited for others to arrive. The next guy to arrive walked in, "claimed" he had the wrong room, took one look at me and the other guy and walked out. The next two guys showed up and stayed. The two bearish guys got down to their jockstraps and hit the bed. The other guy sat in a chair and watched Dick Wadd's Pigs at the Trough, one of my personal favorite pig porns.

Three more guys showed up and came in, stayed for 15 seconds and then walked out without saying anything. No "thanks, but this is not our thing", no "I'm sorry, but I don't think this is my scene", nothing, just walked out. The second bearish guy came in like 10 minutes, apparently my mouth on his cock was an enabler. Then he put the jockstrap back on and crossed his arms and apparently was done. The guy in the chair just sat there and did nothing, wasn't even touching himself. The first guy kept looking over at me, and kind of smiling knowingly, as we had discussed we'd hit the sounds later. During this whole time, my cock was out and rock hard. I was soooo ready for a party.

90 minutes into the whole thing, I realized that a) nobody else was gonna show and b) two of the three guys who did show, weren't gonna do anything. So, I told everyone I was calling it a bust. I thanked them all for coming, and offered to send them home with snacks and stuff. To be honest, I think they were both relieved to be going, as they jumped up to leave as soon as I said anything. I gave the first guy the eye letting him know that he needed to "linger". The other two guys left, I lamented the fact that nobody ate any snacks, drank any beverages or used my kiddie pools.

Fortunately, the first bear, the sounding neophyte, was still there. The first thing he said was "I gotta piss" which was glad tidings, as I was about to bust a kidney. So we retired to the bathroom and went nuts. Let me just say, when preparing for a piss party, that I have a system. I drink LOTS of water and prime the pump. Once I get to a certain point, everything is full and pretty much whatever goes in comes out in a few minutes. So I drank about half gallon and in few minutes we were good to go. I pissed for what seemed like an hour, and he was very appreciative.

Once we rinsed off and headed back to the bed, I organized the sounding equipment. There are the sounds, and the towels and the KY, and the syringes for the KY, and more towels. I explained to him what I was doing, why I was doing it and what was going to happen next. Then I proceeded to show him how it worked. Sounding is not a slam bam thankyou ma'am kind of thing. You need to take it slow and enjoy the sensations. It also isn't something that you do for 10 minutes and then move on. My sounding sessions tend to last for hours as I move up to bigger and bigger sounds, stretching the urethra and increasing the sensations. I explained all of this to him and he was eager to learn.

He was a good student. He listened and watched and then did his own insertion. I prefer to let newbies watch me and then do their own insertion. I think it makes them feel better knowing that they have control and can stop at anytime. He did great and I could tell he was digging it. I moved up a size, he did the same, I moved up 3 sizes, he moved up a size. He was totally getting into the experience, and I was enjoying being the teacher, plus my cock was oozing from all the sounding.

Our session lasted for about 3-4 hours and then we both came with the sounds. He left his in, I usually pull mine out as I'm cumming to enhance the orgasm. We then cleaned up and I packed up and headed home. The night didn't start as I planned, but it sure ended on a high note.

It left me with the same questions that I always have. Don't people know what they are getting into when they go to a NASTY PIG PLAY PARTY? Did they think that the members of Chippendale's were gonna be there? What happened to common courtesy? I shelled out money for the room and the snacks and beverages and lube and rubbers, and don't forget the kiddie pools. Add to this the fact that everyone knew exactly what I looked like ahead of time, so they had a pretty good indication of what types of guys might be there. Even if you didn't like what you saw, wouldn't you at least say, "I'm sorry not my scene, thanks for the invite"? How can we expect the rest of the world to treat us with kindness and respect when we don't do it for each other? My feeling is if I go to a play party, I'm there to play. Not to meet Mr. Right, not to exchange recipes, not to compare handbags. I'm there to play and so my cock is out and I'm ready. What exactly do you think is going to happen at a play party, board games?

Hey, I came to grips a long time ago with the fact that I'm not the most attractive or the best built, guy out there. I used to lament the fact that I didn't get the hot as hell gene or the built like a brick shithouse gene. I work with what I got, and I try to be the best me I can. If I or others at the party are not your cup of tea, I understand. But at least show some common courtesy as you walk out the door.

On the other hand, I know and do kink better than almost anyone I know and totally get off on teaching others. Nothing turns me on more than a guy trying a sound for the first time, or grinning from ear to ear as the electricity courses through his cock and balls and ass. Or when he's been hooked up to my electric pump machine for a few hours and proudly displays his obscenely huge cock.

In the end, the night worked out just the way it was supposed to, as I believe everything in life does. And I went home satisfied and tired.

A sound by any other name...

...would feel as good.

I remember my first experience with sounding. Jack Yount was a piercer here outside of Tampa. I was about 25 at the time and decided I wanted a PA. I asked at the local leather bar, and Jack was recommended. I called Jack and set up an appointment to get my PA from him. I drove the 30 minutes to his very nice house in a quiet little neighborhood. He had a beautiful pool out back with fountains and the whole nine yards.

When I got to Jack's, he welcomed me in and took be out back to the lanai. It was a beautiful day. We spent some time talking first, and it became clear right away that Jack was a great guy. He was probably in his 60's at the time, and had started piercing in the 1950's. He was very soft spoken and calming. I was, of course, very nervous, as someone was about to stick a big hollow needle through my cock.

When it came time to do the piercing, Jack was great. He explained everything, and was fast and efficient (which is what you want in a piercer). I hung out, literally and figuratively, for a while and we talked. Jack ended up becoming a great friend. He would invite me up for dinner all the time and also took me with his "friend" (his term) to local theme parks. They liked to go, but were both older. Jack used to tell me he liked to experience the parks through young eyes.

On one of my visits, Jack asked me if I'd like to watch as he sounded his friend. I said sure, what the hell, so I went in and perched on the side of the bed as they proceeded. It was crazy shit. He lubed up the sterilized stainless steel rod and slowly slid it into his friend's cock. My dick shrunk while I watched. All I could think of was NO FUCKING WAY. That shit had to hurt, a lot!!

Jack explained to me what was going on, what the sensations were like, and how it was important to know what you were doing. After a few minutes, Jack's friend started to moan and then shot a huge load out around the sound. I was amazed. How could anyone actually enjoy that enough to get off. Afterward, we all went out to dinner.

Jack remained a good friend through the next few years. I moved to San Francisco and he came out to visit and stay with me a few times. He exposed me to lots of other "interesting" things along the way. It was a number of years before I got my first sound and started to play with it. I flashed back to that day at Jack's and heard his voice in my head telling me how to insert it just right. Sadly, I was not able to tell Jack of my first experience. He passed away in Denmark in 1995, while on a vacation. I called the day after he was supposed to return home to get all the details, and his friend told me he had passed, and that Jack always talked about me, and how much he loved me. I miss Jack to this day, but I carry the PA with me. The jewelry that I often wear is a custom made curved barbell that Jack gave to me as a gift. He was a great teacher and an even better person. If you google his name, you will find many interesting articles on Jack, a true pioneer.

Breakin' my heart

Last night, some guy replied to my add online and was into all the same things I'm into. He lived close and he was a cute younger guy. All good things. I replied back and gave him my email. He then proceeded to send me 6 emails withing the space of 10 minutes. "I'm here", "Here's my number", "I'm waiting are you gonna call?", etc. I pretty much had a clue what was up before I called him, but figured what the hell.

I called and from the second he answered the phone, I knew I was right. He spoke quickly and in hushed tones. He couldn't actually form a complete sentence. He jumped all over the place. Within the first 30 seconds, he mentioned that he was waiting for his dealer to call. He then proceeded to tell me that we needed to get together before Friday, as he was going into a court ordered program on Friday due to his 4th probation violation. He would be gone for 18 months. I asked what he was violated for, possession. His original charge, you guessed it, possession.

My heart sank. Not for me and the nasty pig sex I was not going to have, but for him. Four violations, and still at it. I told him that it was probably best that we waited until he was finished with his program. I wished him all the best with it and then we hung up. I felt so bad after that. Meth is such a huge destructive force in the community. I should know, I've been there.

I remember when I lived in SF, I'd be up for days on end, high on meth. I remember sitting in my living room, picking at my arms cuz I swore that there were bugs in them. I remember standing in my window, looking across the street all all the people watching me from the windows in the building there. It was a community college and closed at 3am. They weren't pretty times, and I still, 11+ years later, still get sick to my stomach thinking about them.

I hope this guy gets to the program on Friday and I hope that he gets the help he needs. In the end, however, I really believe it will be up to him to want to make it happen. I hope that he does.

And so it begins, again....

Here's the deal. I've got a blog that is tied to my photo biz, but if I actually want to sell stuff, I probably need to refrain from talking about cock and sex and, well, you get the ides, so this one is separate and all mine. Sometimes I'll talk about cock, sometimes I'll talk about my life and where I've been and where I'm going (hint:I have NO IDEA where I'm going).

So here's a little about me. I'm 43 and live in Tampa, FL. I've been here for almost 12 years. Moved here from San Francisco, where I was the manager of Daddie's Bar on Castro Street. My years in San Francisco were good and bad ones. I loved living freely and openly, and managing a leather bar was awesome, but it was also a curse. Progressively, I became addicted to meth and other substances. Eventually, I escaped and moved to FL where I've been clean and sober since the day I got here.

I'm definitely a pig. I'm into nasty men and nasty sex. Sweat, pits, piss, sounds, catheters, electricity, bondage, all of that shit is heaven to me. I love ink and have spent a good deal of time and money adding my own to my body. Piercings are also a turn on. There was a time when I used to have lots of them. I mean LOTS. At one point, I had well over 20 piercings. Over time, I've taken most of them out, and left just my PA and my guiche.

I am pretty much a top. It's funny, when I was younger, I was a bottom, and loved being a bottom. Part of that was the drugs, probably a lot of that. Since I've been sober, I've pretty much been a top. I love to direct the show, so to speak. Also, I've noticed that as I get older, I'm more interested in younger guys. When I was in my 20's and 30's I was into guys in their 40's and 50's. Now, I'm into guys in their 20's and 30's, and 40's. Weird how that works.

Sex aside, here's a few more things. I'm a pagan. I don't follow any organized religion and believe that most, if not all organized religion spreads evil on the planet. I believe that the universe is full of great potential and that we are all able to tap into that. I believe in light and love and that in the end, it's all about the love. I've seen many things in my life that allow me to fully believe that there is more "there" there if you know that I mean. In the end, we're all just spritual beings stopping by this world for a journey that is either heaven or hell depending on what we make it. Bottom line, we are all human beings, no matter our shape, size, color, or beliefs. And when we leave this earthly existence, we all return to the same infite love and light.

There is lots more, but this is a good place to stop for now. If you are reading this, thanks. I wish you a life filled with wonder, and light and love, and good nasty sex!!