Full Fetish

                For my 30^th birthday my incredibly generous and wonderful parents offered to make my 3^rd decade a memorable one. They offered travel as one of a few options for a present. I would’ve loved to have gone to London or Paris but saw the plane tickets even one way are just too much to ask. I decided I wanted to visit THE gay mecca. San Francisco. In fact, isn’t there a GIANT leather festival that goes on there? Why yes there is! Two in fact. Dore Alley sounded appealing, but I wanted to go to the most famous event. Folsom Street Fair.

                So I conned my parents into setting up a trip so I could go and experience San Francisco and the leather fair. I was there for 6 days and it was the best vacation I’ve ever taken. I did plenty there, but since this blog has been about my sex life I’m going to skip most of the trip. I want to focus on Full Fetish.

               Full Fetish was hosted by Recon and I was super hyped to go. I don’t normally enjoy sex parties. I’m an introvert, and I really enjoy the personal one on one intimacy of sex and BDSM. Privacy is important to me in the moment. That said, this was clearly leather and kink oriented so it seemed more engaging than a simple trip the bathhouse. 

                That night I’m prepping for my trip to Full Fetish and I fit myself into a brand new harness I had bought earlier that day at Mister S leather. The store was great, they had beer, models, and tons of patrons to celebrate Folsom. I strapped myself into the harness (the crossbow harness if you want to look it up) and secured the dangling clips to the back belt loops on my pants. Even though the harness held up my pants I slipped a black leather belt into the loops around my jeans. That allowed me to run the belt through one of my favorite toys, a small, black, leather paddle, that imprints the word “Slut” on someone’s ass if you hit them hard enough. I secured my big black leather boots (size 13 wide). 

                Once I was done admiring myself in the mirror I made my way to the club showing up intentionally a bit after the party started. Getting inside I immediately took off my shirt and popped it in my backpack and locked it. I’ve had some bad luck with shit getting stolen from my bag in coat check so I locked it with the lock from a chastity cage. There was a line to get into the coat check and it was moving slowly. I was very bored. Once I turned in my bag and got my ticket I turned around to leave and saw a small Latino guy looking at me with big doe eyes. I smirked and made a show of adjusting the harness against my skin and then turned and walked with confidence towards the door quickly. He followed me the whole way. I considered using my weight to press him against the wall, but decided that if I misinterpreted his interest that could be a problem and upset other guys eager to get into the party. Just before I turned the corner I saw him looking at me a moment longer and then headed up the stairs.

                The club space was pretty damn huge, much bigger than DC. It had a large main bar in the center of a room with booths forming an L shape along the west and south wall. Exploring into the club further I found another bar, much smaller, with booths along the west wall and a small lounge space beneath a large projector screen to the south. The bartender was a particularly beefy guy. There were a number of men fawning over him and I could see why. A short toned Latino with cropped hair got particularly brave and asked the bartender to stir the drink he ordered with the bartender’s dick. He giggled but it quickly stopped when the bar tender DID pull out his rather sizeable meat and dip it into the drink. I say “dip”, because this bar was using those tall thin glasses and his dick was thick enough that it fit, but wasn’t able to move around much. The bartender roughly put the glass on the bar. “I had to get messy to make this drink, clean it up!” the bartender growled. The Latino leapt off the barstool and happily suckled on his dick. Like a total badass he kept making other people drinks but refused to repeat the trick.

                I went to the dance floor but found it boring. As a big guy, when I dance, I find my body moves in ways that make me uncomfortable. The dance floor was moderately full and I wasn’t really surprised to see some men pressed up the wall getting fucked. It’s what most men want to do in any club so… what else is new?

                I’d been putting it off all night, but now that I felt I’d at least seen the rest of the club, I went to the area I figured I’d be spending all night. The cruising maze. This was hands down the largest part of an already huge building. The ceiling was probably 40 feet up and there were spotlights with dim, red or purple lights shining down below them and from so high up I was surprised how well I could see despite the low light. The entire “maze” was a series of chain link fences with tarp stretched over one side so you couldn’t see straight through. Throughout the maze were Saint Andrew’s crosses, tents (wherein it was completely dark for total anonymity), and in the center, a raised platform with 3 slings and several sofas for voyeurs.

                Heading into the maze it was already difficult to get around at 11:30 or so. Men lined the corridors connecting the maze making it narrow. Determined to find my first conquest of the night I pushed through and my hand brushed against several swollen cocks. That put a smile on my face. The corridor I walked down opened into a circle and another corridor continued opposite where I’d entered. As I came into the circle two men locked hands and cleared a space along the wall. I took their place back to the fence, one foot on the floor, the other pressed against the fence. I unzippered my jeans and let my leather jock strap breathe. 

               Off to the right across the room there was a tall white jock. Easily 6’6 he wore a harness that went around his shoulders more so than his chest, black boots that came just above his ankles, and a nasty pig jock strap. He had some hair that stood out against his nicely toned body. He had been checking me out since before I even noticed him. His expression was almost impossible to discern but his gaze emanated need. My eyes narrowed. I extended my right arm and pointed right at him and then beckoned him over. Though he closed the gap between us quickly, his stride was smooth and short. Once he stood before my I pointed at the ground and he kneeled as I freed my cock from the leather jockstrap undoing buttons. Even kneeled he came up to nipple level and he pressed his face into my belly, licking, moaning, and rubbing his face around. I watch him work, enjoying the sensations. He looks up at me eyes deep with need and lust. I smirk and push his head back to work. I look up and a lot of men seem to be jerking to this scene. In fact, there’s a particularly attractive black guy to my left who looks like he might be trying to get my attention from his body language and gaze…