Friday, April 11, 2014

2 Nights Stripping & Naked In New York

For 2 upcoming nights straight I plan on publicly displaying some skin.

First, there's me entering Daniel Nardicio's Mr. Nude York contest for the 3rd time. And probably losing again. But just like I said on the Facebook page telling of the event: I'm entering the contest. Even if I don't win (again), I'm game for any excuse to dance, get naked, and play with hot boners

So come cheer me on. For you know I'm going to put on a show regardless. And besides, I don't need a bar to name me "Mr. Nude York". Because my actions the following night will solidify that I'm Mr. Nude York.

I'm speaking of how the next night is the next Titillating Tongues. One in which I plan to go back to how I started appearing there in order to shake things up a bit. Maybe even more necessary since despite my appeal to various gay nightlife publications to tell of this pansexual event, I'm still left as the sole representation of gay male eroticism. So I need to go to extremes to make up for the deficit.

This will be the 1st time since my debut at Titillating Tongues that I will be stripping on the stage of the event. The reason being that it is relevant to the story I'm telling. Plus, no matter how many great stories are being told, the audience needs more of a change to look at than a different person on stage telling a great story through words and poetry to keep their blood pumping. They need visual aid to keep them alive, which is what I'm aiming to be. And since this is an erotic open mic, why not give them an erotic image for their eyes in addition to the image my words will give their mind.

Those words I speak of will be telling of a bondage fantasy of mine where I'm blindfolded and restrained while being gangbanged by 5 hot guys I know, but have never seen naked. Hence the title "Blind Fuck Mind Fuck 5".

So if you want to see this, mark your calendar for April 18th from 7:30 - 9:30 PM. And feel free to bring your cameras and cameraphones. For I have no shame in what I plan to do, and it will be YouTube-safe.

I hope to see you there.
The Gallery at Le Poisson Rouge
158 Bleecker Street
Doors open at 7 PM. Show from 7:30 - 9:30 PM
Cover $10

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Waiting On Karma & Father Time

The following poem was written speaking to the Whites who act entitled because gay media has foolishly endorsed them as the epitome of beauty for their white skin. Which in turn has lead to many having an attitude of them wanting to be only with Whites, or the light complexion members of other ethnicities. But for some, for the reason I'll explain in this poem this attitude changes. And the same holds true for Latinos, Asians, Middle Easterners, and Blacks of light complexion who have that same attitude because their light skin is giving them a very temporary pass. So they need to heed this message as well. For this attitude comes with a price. A price delivered by Karma and Father Time. Hence the title of this poem, "Waiting On Karma & Father Time".

Friday, April 4, 2014

Sex Party Etiquette: BYOG (Bring Your Own Gear)

In some of my past sex tales and "Sex Party Etiquette" posts, I have told of certain practices of mine for sex parties and backrooms. However, I have yet to dedicate an entire post to why I do them so that the message of how necessary these things are sinks in as more than a passing thought. That is, until now.

Every sex party I've ever went to, one annoying method I keep seeing are guys being unable to go straight from foreplay to sex because they don't have certain things with them. It is their own fault. After all, every sex party I've been to demands you to wear socks at the least. So instead of being little boys trying to be fashionable around your ankles, since they are playing in a man's world, they should be men, and come with the proper gear tucked away inside their socks. Failure to do this might also explain why sex parties and backrooms might be big components to what has lead to the supposed statistic of barebacking being on the rise. It's because guys are not taking it upon themselves to do as I have for quite some time. That being I have long made it a habit of investing my money in going to sex parties and bars being not only for the admission fee, but also to have these things in tow:

1) Condoms - Why you should always have them is tow is self-explanatory. Also, while I still maintain my position that barebacking is a matter of choice, and while even HIV (and other STIs) are no longer death sentences, if you or your playmate decide to play safe, it is best to be prepared. Especially, considering where you are going, and what could transpire...or one could transmit.
2) Lube - Another thing pretty self-explanatory. After all, contrary to what some bottoms may tell you about their ass getting wet from excitement, males are NOT self-lubricating. And this is 2014, so we don't have to do even the half-assed spit lube Heath Ledger gave Jake Gyllenhaal in "Brokeback Mountain". Again, if you know you're going somewhere to fuck, as a top or bottom, it's common sense to bring these things with you. It makes more sense then getting ready to fuck, and one of you has to walk through a sex party's crowd of fellow fuckers and voyeurs because the party-provided lube is yards away. To avoid this dilemma, you can easily buy travel size packets at porn shops, or sex shops like The Pleasure Chest where I work.
3) Cockring - I personally don't find cockrings comfortable, but some guys either do, or suffer through them for the sake of fucking more than one guy. Since best sex parties allows equal representation of the rainbow of men.
4) Enhancement pills - Taken such a pill is a good idea if you have erectile dysfunction and/or are not normally multi-orgasmic. And with so many hot guys available, you might find yourself unable to have just one.
Also, having this "in tow" in this case means already inside you. For enhancement pills are to be taken beforehand in whatever time frame the instructions say. Because if you take it too soon before or during the party, your usual stamina and orgasm is what will be at the party. And you'll wind up with the badly timed pill-induced hard-on and stamina. Badly timed, because the party will be close to, or officially over when the pill kicks in.
Lastly with enhancement pills, be forewarned that you should not take them if you are also using poppers (which I FUCKIN' HATE!!!), taking heart pills, or any other kind of medication that contains nitrates.

I said earlier that I felt the need to write this post because of guys' bad habits. Well, there is an even greater reason. It's because the quality of most condoms and lube that many sex parties provide are the worst.

For here in NYC, I've heard many complaints about the breaking of those NYC condoms provided by sex parties and bars, and the lube these parties and bars provide drying up too fast. And both, the condoms and lube are products of Lifestyles.

With my past associations with One condoms, Wet lube, and now working at The Pleasure Chest, I have never been at a shortage of these things for free. Bu before that, I was investing in lube packets and condoms for the sake of having the best sexual experience one can have at a sex party. The same goes for enhancement pills, which I still invest in today to test and be able to pass on the word of which one(s) are worth your money. For with any of these things, a good time won't happen with low quality products.

Since this might explain why I have such good sex party and backroom stories, maybe now you'll go to sex parties, and take it upon yourselves to BYOG,....Bring Your Own Gear.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

K.B. Doppelganger

One night at the NYC gay bar, The Cock, while it’s more of a dive pick-up spot, guys on the prowl walking around shirtless even when it’s the dead of winter outside is not an unusual thing. And for this reason, because it had gotten so warm in there, although I am an exhibitionist, I was apprehensive to take my shirt off knowing it might give the wrong message to other patrons since I’m never on the prowl. But I took a chance, and took my shirt off anyway.

One reason for my apprehension was because in such instances in the past, guys have been very invasive of my personal space. After all, we are talking about the male human animal. The male sexual human animal to be more precise. This time though, most guys were respectful, and anyone who touched me without my permission only had to be told to stop once. Not more than once as usual there.

One person who touched me however, was NOT a guy. It was a girl. Initially, I thought she was beautiful. Beautiful enough that since I define myself as a predominately gay bisexual, she had a beauty that teased the small part of me that’s straight. This was short-lived however, because I realized that she was drunk off her ass. And drunkenness from either gender is a turn-off. Maybe it’s my Aries arrogance – wanting you sober so you can be fully aware to enjoy and remember my sexual prowess.

After I had pretty much written this girl off after a couple of hours of her coming up to me numerous times rubbing on my chest telling me how hot I was, I realized that she had a friend with her. Not the usual flamboyant guy that accompanies one or more girls into a gay bar. But this was another female. She was short with long blond hair who reminded me of a celebrity. And I knew it was the way her hair was styled that was throwing me off as to which celebrity. So focusing on her face, I realized which celebrity she resembled.

It was Kristen Bell, who you might remember from “Veronica Mars”, and her brief stint on the show “Heroes”.
I always thought Kristen Bell was beautiful seeing her on a TV screen. But didn’t realize how beautiful until her look-alike was standing in front of me, stroking my bare chest, live and in the flesh.

The drunk girl was in such awe of me that she brought me to the attention of this Kristen Bell look-alike, who seemed just as attracted to me as I was becoming more so to her. So when I said that she stroked my chest, trust me, I had no qualms about it. I immediately had a variety of sexual fantasies of how this could play out. One fantasy had me taking her to the bathroom, making her pussy wet, then fucking her senseless with her pleasure yells and moans heard over the bar’s loud music. Another was of me taking her to the backroom area, freaking out the immature gays by putting on a show of kissing, oral foreplay, and straight sex. A third was me taking her number to arrange a fuck session to be done on an actual bed because the classiness she appeared to have deserved it. OR lastly,…. me being greedy and go for all three.

What made my fantasies go that far was the fact that unlike her friend, she seemed sober. A definite plus in my book.

Thinking back, I’m wondering why didn’t I make a move to make any of these fantasies become reality. Actually, a few connecting reasons come to mind. Starting with the possible reason as to why she touched me in the first place. For despite my sensing an attraction to me, I had to wonder: What if I was wrong? What if the only reason she felt comfortable touching me was because I was a male in a gay bar, which thereby makes me unlikely to respond in a way that makes her feel violated. While I know some females come into a gay male bar looking for what I call a “proof fuck” – a guy they feel a one night stand will turn a gay male straight, that’s not every straight woman in a gay bar’s story. Some women come in just for the illusion of turning the tables. Which is why as much as I wanted to, I refrained from blurting out my bisexuality. Truth be told, I’m more quick to reveal my bisexuality in pansexual environments anyway.

Outside of those reasons, there’s also the age-old saying, “You are known for the company that you keep”. And my concern was that she might have been just as plastered as her friend, but just masked it better. For I had yet to see a group of girls in a gay bar, and all in that group aren’t plastered to some extent.

Well, there’s a first time for everything. And maybe this was a first for this. Too bad the price I paid for not realizing it sooner was my chance to bang her….a  Kristen Bell doppelganger.