This is just the sex parts of my European trip report. For the rest of the report from this day, click here.
At the Men’s Shop — “adult novelties”, if you will — I used my certificate from the contest for a video (Fist Pack 20). I had to spend another 25 DKK — $5 — above the certificate price, but no problem. (Having since watched chunks of the video, I recommend most any other edition in the FP series. The first scene goes for like 20 minutes before getting to any digital insertions, which was kind of the purpose of getting the video. I haven’t watched all the scenes yet, though, so others may be quite a bit better.)
I went back to the hotel for some e-mail (free WiFi) and blog time. Finally made contact with Ole from X-Rated Leather, then traveled to his shop for measurements. What sort of a custom piece to get, though. I want a piece that is special and notable — why have it otherwise? — but it also needs to be mainstream enough that I actually can and will wear it. (As stated, why have it otherwise? I have a couple pieces like that, actually, that I can only wear once per city per year, and sometimes not even that often.) Obviously, he prefers to do a couple actual fittings for his custom pieces, which would not be possible (Denmark being a bit far to go for a fitting).
The idea I had was to get a custom-made vest, with lightning bolts across the back which exactly match the pattern of my lightning bolt tattoos, but with color — yellow bolts with a bright blue “shadow”, to echo Lightning Lad’s costume iconography that they are drawn from. Per Ole, the vest will be lined inside with leather (rather than having one side raw as is usual in the States, which tends to leave suede crumblies on your shirt, and sometimes even dye stains), with a pair of zippered pockets on the inside. He’ll also put some yellow and blue piping on the front to echo the colors on the back. I will send him the computer files from the tattoos so that he can use the exact shape to match.
Is this a €500 (US$750) value? Probably not, technically, but if you think of the prize as intended to be “a custom piece of leather clothing, value up to” the amount. And given the physical distance between his shop and my home, I’m satisfied with the result; I think it’s an adequate solution, given time and location and desired uses.
The master’s cap arrived by post this afternoon from the Anco, before I had to leave. Thankfully!
The hotel in Berlin is quite a trip. This is a leather-themed hotel/bed & breakfast, with semi-themed rooms supplied with kink play equipment. (The most well known of these is the Black Tulip in Amsterdam, an obvious antecedent in the name department; Seattle once had the Gypsy Arms, too.) The hallway was lined with a dog cage, mannequins with straight jackets, a display case with assorted electric gear, and so on. The room had a sling, a vertical bondage rack, and an adjustable fuck bench, plus a selection of medical furniture. (And a closet, TV with DVD player, and sink, and a single bed that was originally a medical bed of some sort.)
After a quick nap, I went out to Mutschmanns, then to Scheune (as I had been directed; the crowd shifts from one to the other around 2:00 am). There I met Pieter (from Berlin) and Graeme (from Los Angeles), and we all eventually went to New Action (where the crowd shifts to after 4:00 am). Pieter was dealing with a friend of his who was suffering from lung cancer who had essentially moved in with him for the duration.
Graeme was a good piss boy and drained me a couple times.
Pieter gave me a piece of candy, which I later realized was probably Ecstasy, although if it was, I don’t know what effect it had on me, if any. We also shared a cigarette laced with hash (I think), but again, no effect that I really can identify. We ended up back at my hotel room, but he left soon after. He tried to lay a trip on me about not being interested in him and just wanting him as a handy dick or fist, but he was feeling depressed about his buddy with cancer and that was more of the issue, I’m sure. And maybe some drug effects as well.
Updated on February 26, 2010
Updated on May 17, 2010
Showing posts with label Copenhagen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Copenhagen. Show all posts
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Europe 2009: Copenhagen (Thursday, July 30)
This is just the sex parts of my European trip report. For the rest of the report from this day, click here.
This was my day for really focusing on the competitions. So after the usual breakfast and puttering with the blog posts, I got everything set for the Physical part of the leather contest, laying out all my outfit pieces and putting them on (except for the boots). I had mostly set this up in Seattle, but made a last minute change to use the other harness, and of course I now had to use the cowboy hat rather than the master’s cap (since the cap had been left in Amsterdam).
Then I did likewise with the Presentation part, running through the routine a couple times, watching myself in the bathroom mirror. I also turned the netbook on its side and propped it up on a high shelf and used its webcam as a second sort of mirror. I had to figure out how to do the costume change part within the very limited time frame; I ended up settling for layering two t-shirts, and slipping off the braces and rolling one shirt over my head to show the second one. (More later.)
Then I headed over to the K3 nightclub for the afternoon practice. Because of schedules, the other two Americans were not there for practice until later in the afternoon, and the Canadian had pulled out due to a schedule change for a conference meeting he was attending. I did get to scope out the European competition, though — Erik from Denmark and Walther, the current Mr. Leather Norway — and got to see them do their presentations (fantasies). Mine is storytelling, Erik’s is a standard-style leather contest fantasy, and Walther’s is a solo dance routine preceded by a speech about HIV; quite the range, and we’ll see what the other two add to the mix. It was very difficult to design a fantasy that I could do by myself and would carry to an audience mostly European.
After that, I practiced for my line dance competition and then did the competition, winning two golds and a silver, plus overall for my division. They finally did the awards and finished them just after 10:00, so I had to grab my clothes and really hurry to K3.
Of course, for all my hurry, it was halfway unwarranted. I scrambled over to K3 and got upstairs to start changing. By the time I got changed, the entertainment went on, a leather song medley from Ask Helga (Copenhagen’s camp drag troupe, real singers), called “Nights in Black Leather”. I only paid a little attention to it, between changing and fanning myself from being very sweaty, and holding my head from where I kept banging it on the rafters in our changing area. (I’m 6 foot, the ceiling was 6 foot, the rafters were 5 foot 10, and they seemed to be over the places we could stand to change rather than over the benches and table. Bang bang bang, ow ow ow.)
For the Physical part of the contest, I came out in chaps, red-stripe t-bar (so my ass and tattoos showed), red-piped muscle police shirt, and cowboy hat. On stage, I stripped off the shirt to show my red and ring harness underneath; good crowd reaction. The question to me was about the most masculine moves done in country-western dance. I told them that they didn’t let us do some of those for competition, as I faked a jack-off action, so then I showed dipping a partner lower… lower… lower… all the way to the floor, and then I would drop him and walk away (with a big finger snap). The crowd really liked that: it played with the cowboy hat, it showed strength and good body form, and it was funny and a little mean, just right for a leather competition.
For the Presentation (Fantasy), I told the story of Leather Pinocchio. Gepetto, the leather daddy woodcutter made himself a new sex toy, a leatherboy. Pinocchio wanted to be a REAL leatherboy, and the Red Fairy (who gives fists rather than wishes) told him how: become a donkey (pony play!), find Monstro (Girth and Mirth!), and compete in a leather competition in Copenhagen (the crowd liked that joke). Unfortunately, when Pinocchio became a REAL leatherboy (this was when I showed the second shirt, which said “Leatherboy”), he lost his “woody”. But he learned if he still told lies — “You’ve got a biiig dick!” — his dick would still grow. His rubber inflatable dick. “I am a top! I am a top! I am a top” as I pulled the inflated dick out of the shorts, all the way.
The crowd reaction was small at first, partly because the volume wasn’t up loud and the first two lines were lost. (I recorded the Pinocchio, Narrator, and Red Fairy voices myself on my iPhone, artificially lowering the Red Fairy voice with another program, and edited it all together with Garage Band. Impressive job, if I say so myself!) By halfway through, though, the audience was getting it and laughing at the funny bits. If I ever get to do it again, I’ll use the 3:39 length original version, which has a couple more jokes and a little more breathing room in it; might even pad a couple more seconds for the costume change and add a few at the start.
In the end, I got 38 out of 40 points — which means I probably got 20 of 20 for the Physical part — and ended up as 1st Runner-Up (and another Silver medal). I’m happy with that, as I got two prizes: a €40 gift certificate and a €500 custom leather item. Erik from Denmark won first place; his fantasy was definitely top notch (better than mine), he deserved it for that.
Afterward, I hastened back to the hotel with all my gear, showered and changed, and then came back to K3, dressed in my 501 shorts and the chainmail harness. Originally a gay disco, K3 is now a straight club but it turned back into a gay club for the night. Three or four floors, two different DJs — the one upstairs was pretty good, and that’s special coming from me, since I don’t like club music much. They had dark rooms set up and everything, and they even ran out of beer so the guys from SLM had to go raid beer from their clubhouse. Very successful party, I think. I ran into both Jeffrey and Ho & Jens again.
Ho sucked my dick while we sat in one of the lounge areas, and we got some very approving looks. (Or were they jealous?) He offered to fist me there, too, but I declined. I would have liked to, and I would have really gotten off on the public display, but even the dick sucking was beyond the level I saw anyone else doing, so I didn’t want to push the envelope all the way into confetti!
Out in the courtyard, as it started to sprinkle, I met Peter and he went down on me, really ramming my cock down his throat, PA and all. (My cock is pretty thick and longer than average, so this was impressive.) He did this right in the middle of the crowd, and again, there was very little similar activity from anyone else, but lots of fun looks. He did this for some time, as the crowd dispersed and the party ended. We then headed back to his place, where I hoped for his fist.
But no such luck. Instead, it was me on my knees (and etc.) for the next couple hours, and with major tit clamps on my already sore nipples. And lots of really good poppers! Never got his fist or even his dick in my ass, but it was a really good time anyway. I had to call it quits when I suddenly started seeing huge snowflakes that glowed blue and yellow and pink — too much poppers and endorphins, I guess; very trippy and out of my head. Got back to my hotel at 5:15 am. Yawn!
Updated on February 25, 2010
Updated on May 14, 2010
This was my day for really focusing on the competitions. So after the usual breakfast and puttering with the blog posts, I got everything set for the Physical part of the leather contest, laying out all my outfit pieces and putting them on (except for the boots). I had mostly set this up in Seattle, but made a last minute change to use the other harness, and of course I now had to use the cowboy hat rather than the master’s cap (since the cap had been left in Amsterdam).
Then I did likewise with the Presentation part, running through the routine a couple times, watching myself in the bathroom mirror. I also turned the netbook on its side and propped it up on a high shelf and used its webcam as a second sort of mirror. I had to figure out how to do the costume change part within the very limited time frame; I ended up settling for layering two t-shirts, and slipping off the braces and rolling one shirt over my head to show the second one. (More later.)
Then I headed over to the K3 nightclub for the afternoon practice. Because of schedules, the other two Americans were not there for practice until later in the afternoon, and the Canadian had pulled out due to a schedule change for a conference meeting he was attending. I did get to scope out the European competition, though — Erik from Denmark and Walther, the current Mr. Leather Norway — and got to see them do their presentations (fantasies). Mine is storytelling, Erik’s is a standard-style leather contest fantasy, and Walther’s is a solo dance routine preceded by a speech about HIV; quite the range, and we’ll see what the other two add to the mix. It was very difficult to design a fantasy that I could do by myself and would carry to an audience mostly European.
After that, I practiced for my line dance competition and then did the competition, winning two golds and a silver, plus overall for my division. They finally did the awards and finished them just after 10:00, so I had to grab my clothes and really hurry to K3.
Of course, for all my hurry, it was halfway unwarranted. I scrambled over to K3 and got upstairs to start changing. By the time I got changed, the entertainment went on, a leather song medley from Ask Helga (Copenhagen’s camp drag troupe, real singers), called “Nights in Black Leather”. I only paid a little attention to it, between changing and fanning myself from being very sweaty, and holding my head from where I kept banging it on the rafters in our changing area. (I’m 6 foot, the ceiling was 6 foot, the rafters were 5 foot 10, and they seemed to be over the places we could stand to change rather than over the benches and table. Bang bang bang, ow ow ow.)
For the Physical part of the contest, I came out in chaps, red-stripe t-bar (so my ass and tattoos showed), red-piped muscle police shirt, and cowboy hat. On stage, I stripped off the shirt to show my red and ring harness underneath; good crowd reaction. The question to me was about the most masculine moves done in country-western dance. I told them that they didn’t let us do some of those for competition, as I faked a jack-off action, so then I showed dipping a partner lower… lower… lower… all the way to the floor, and then I would drop him and walk away (with a big finger snap). The crowd really liked that: it played with the cowboy hat, it showed strength and good body form, and it was funny and a little mean, just right for a leather competition.
For the Presentation (Fantasy), I told the story of Leather Pinocchio. Gepetto, the leather daddy woodcutter made himself a new sex toy, a leatherboy. Pinocchio wanted to be a REAL leatherboy, and the Red Fairy (who gives fists rather than wishes) told him how: become a donkey (pony play!), find Monstro (Girth and Mirth!), and compete in a leather competition in Copenhagen (the crowd liked that joke). Unfortunately, when Pinocchio became a REAL leatherboy (this was when I showed the second shirt, which said “Leatherboy”), he lost his “woody”. But he learned if he still told lies — “You’ve got a biiig dick!” — his dick would still grow. His rubber inflatable dick. “I am a top! I am a top! I am a top” as I pulled the inflated dick out of the shorts, all the way.
The crowd reaction was small at first, partly because the volume wasn’t up loud and the first two lines were lost. (I recorded the Pinocchio, Narrator, and Red Fairy voices myself on my iPhone, artificially lowering the Red Fairy voice with another program, and edited it all together with Garage Band. Impressive job, if I say so myself!) By halfway through, though, the audience was getting it and laughing at the funny bits. If I ever get to do it again, I’ll use the 3:39 length original version, which has a couple more jokes and a little more breathing room in it; might even pad a couple more seconds for the costume change and add a few at the start.
In the end, I got 38 out of 40 points — which means I probably got 20 of 20 for the Physical part — and ended up as 1st Runner-Up (and another Silver medal). I’m happy with that, as I got two prizes: a €40 gift certificate and a €500 custom leather item. Erik from Denmark won first place; his fantasy was definitely top notch (better than mine), he deserved it for that.
Afterward, I hastened back to the hotel with all my gear, showered and changed, and then came back to K3, dressed in my 501 shorts and the chainmail harness. Originally a gay disco, K3 is now a straight club but it turned back into a gay club for the night. Three or four floors, two different DJs — the one upstairs was pretty good, and that’s special coming from me, since I don’t like club music much. They had dark rooms set up and everything, and they even ran out of beer so the guys from SLM had to go raid beer from their clubhouse. Very successful party, I think. I ran into both Jeffrey and Ho & Jens again.
Ho sucked my dick while we sat in one of the lounge areas, and we got some very approving looks. (Or were they jealous?) He offered to fist me there, too, but I declined. I would have liked to, and I would have really gotten off on the public display, but even the dick sucking was beyond the level I saw anyone else doing, so I didn’t want to push the envelope all the way into confetti!
Out in the courtyard, as it started to sprinkle, I met Peter and he went down on me, really ramming my cock down his throat, PA and all. (My cock is pretty thick and longer than average, so this was impressive.) He did this right in the middle of the crowd, and again, there was very little similar activity from anyone else, but lots of fun looks. He did this for some time, as the crowd dispersed and the party ended. We then headed back to his place, where I hoped for his fist.
But no such luck. Instead, it was me on my knees (and etc.) for the next couple hours, and with major tit clamps on my already sore nipples. And lots of really good poppers! Never got his fist or even his dick in my ass, but it was a really good time anyway. I had to call it quits when I suddenly started seeing huge snowflakes that glowed blue and yellow and pink — too much poppers and endorphins, I guess; very trippy and out of my head. Got back to my hotel at 5:15 am. Yawn!
Updated on February 25, 2010
Updated on May 14, 2010
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Europe 2009: Copenhagen (Wednesday, July 29)
This is just the sex parts of my European trip report. For the rest of the report from this day, click here.
Tuesday night was the Naked Party at the SLM clubhouse. I got fisted by two guys (a couple; Ho and Jens). Jens had pretty big hands so he only got in once before his other half took over, then he got in again a few times later. Briefly fucked a guy from Paris later, and then had my ass played with (but not fisted) by Jeffrey from New Orleans (who had neither a Southern nor Cajun accent).
Updated on February 24, 2010
Updated on May 12, 2010
Tuesday night was the Naked Party at the SLM clubhouse. I got fisted by two guys (a couple; Ho and Jens). Jens had pretty big hands so he only got in once before his other half took over, then he got in again a few times later. Briefly fucked a guy from Paris later, and then had my ass played with (but not fisted) by Jeffrey from New Orleans (who had neither a Southern nor Cajun accent).
Updated on February 24, 2010
Updated on May 12, 2010
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Europe 2009: Amsterdam and Copenhagen (Tuesday, July 28)
This is just the sex parts of my European trip report. For the rest of the report from this day, click here.
Tuesday evening was a party at the SLM clubhouse. It was a fisting party. I have a goal of a fist a day while in Europe, you know. I fisted two guys (Allen was one, although I’ve likely misspelled his name), got fisted myself (Pascal from Paris), fucked and fisted another guy (got 98% of the way in him, missed his fist cherry by millimeters; bet the next guy will get him done), and then got almost (95%?) fisted again while standing up and blew a load all over him.
Cleanout was a bit easier here than in Amsterdam, because the hose head will fit over the shower head in the bathroom here. Got a lot of air bubbles, but I didn’t have to strain as much.
One “problem” I have when getting fisted is that when the fist comes out, I piss. Happens nearly every time, and the more liquid I’ve had in me (orally, that is), the more volume I piss. I can usually keep that confined to the pad we have under the sling at home, but at the SLM clubhouse, that would end up on the concrete floor and be more of an issue (could be slippery for others). Solution: I put a condom on my cock while I was being fisted, so I could piss to my heart’s content (bladder’s content?) and not worry, so long as the condom itself didn’t come off. Worked very well tonight.
Updated on February 23, 2010
Updated on May 12, 2010
Tuesday evening was a party at the SLM clubhouse. It was a fisting party. I have a goal of a fist a day while in Europe, you know. I fisted two guys (Allen was one, although I’ve likely misspelled his name), got fisted myself (Pascal from Paris), fucked and fisted another guy (got 98% of the way in him, missed his fist cherry by millimeters; bet the next guy will get him done), and then got almost (95%?) fisted again while standing up and blew a load all over him.
Cleanout was a bit easier here than in Amsterdam, because the hose head will fit over the shower head in the bathroom here. Got a lot of air bubbles, but I didn’t have to strain as much.
One “problem” I have when getting fisted is that when the fist comes out, I piss. Happens nearly every time, and the more liquid I’ve had in me (orally, that is), the more volume I piss. I can usually keep that confined to the pad we have under the sling at home, but at the SLM clubhouse, that would end up on the concrete floor and be more of an issue (could be slippery for others). Solution: I put a condom on my cock while I was being fisted, so I could piss to my heart’s content (bladder’s content?) and not worry, so long as the condom itself didn’t come off. Worked very well tonight.
Updated on February 23, 2010
Updated on May 12, 2010
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