BSQ: Boys, Sweat and Queersex

A few weeks ago, my lover and I made our way to Seattle to play hard at Blood, Sweat and Queers, a monthly play party at the Seattle Center for Sex Positive Culture.  It was a big night for us.  Mal’s first time at this play party and this facility and my first time topping in public.  Mal was coming as my boy and I could not be more proud or excited.  And a bit nervous.  I wanted everything to be perfect for both of us.


We had a room at the Belltown Inn, in the heart of Belltown, an area popular with young adults in the evening. It was here that Mal’s service began, carrying my heavy bag up to our room. Once he had unpacked my bag and filled my water bottle, he went back to the car to get his things.

We made good use of our time in the room until our stomachs growled so loudly we couldn’t ignore them. To fill our bellies with fuel for the evening’s exertions, we walked around until we found the Crocodile Cafe’s Back Bar. I ordered us a pizza (bacon, chicken, mushrooms and olives) and I got a beer. Mal was so sexy and handsome, I had to have my hands on him, as subtly as I could, and he was clearly feeling the same way. And he was definitely fully Mal, I could feel his masculinity and the strength he was holding in service to me. His sexy energy filled me with such anticipation and need. My beautiful, beautiful boy.

After dinner we went back up to the room to get ready. As we got ready, our excitement grew. I was in cowboy boots, Carhart’s and a black t-shirt under my western snap-front shirt. I was hard packing, and the resulting bulge got an appreciative look and grope from my boy. Mal was wearing layered t-shirts topped with a sleeveless chambray top.. fucking hot boy. It was all I could do to not undress him again. I packed my play bag: water bottle, cuffs and clips, drum sticks, my paddle and his heavier one, gloves and rubbers – some in my pockets as well. I tucked my navy blue hanky on the left side, black gloves on the right. And, of course, I had my belt on.

I was keyed up, excited, but less nervous as the moments ticked by. I was feeling the calm that comes to me before playing – whether it’s a soccer game or a night in the dungeon. I was prepared, I knew the game, I was fit and ready, mentally and physically. My boy was hotter than the center of a bonfire and so damned cute I could hardly stand waiting to walk into the play-space with him.

And so, what was the game, you ask? I was walking into a play party I hadn’t been to in 2 years, bringing someone new to the space. I was also going to top publicly for the first time, I was walking into the party as a Sir with his boy. We’d talked about that, how I was to introduce us. I’d proposed introducing him as ‘My boy, Mal’… and I’d recorded my voice saying it. I wanted him to be able to hear it and feel it before deciding if it felt right. His response was an enthusiastic ‘Yes!’ and he told me he loved hearing it so much, he’d been playing it over and over again.

We arrived and Mal took up the toy bag again.  Stepping inside and getting into line, I looked ahead and saw NeighborFemme. That made me happy. I’d been hoping to reconnect with some friends that night, and she was one of my favorites. Also, the last time I was there, I was being topped by her and two others.

I had Mal take care of our coats and the toy bag. When he joined me, I was listening as NeighborFemme regaled myself and another regular with the story of her evening. I introduced him to her, and NF remarked about his hands (large and strong) and indicated it should be quite a scene between the two of us. Mal hadn’t heard it clearly, so I paraphrased: “I believe what she means is that she’s looking at you and seeing a strong boy, of similar stature to me and thinking that if it you chose to not be submissive, it would be quite a fight.”  It’s true – we are well matched and I am just able to overcome him when it comes to strength vs. strength.  I enjoyed seeing him get that recognition.  And the fact that such a strong, handsome, intelligent person was submitting to me that night filled me with pride. I felt 10 feet tall and powerful.

I wish I could show you pictures of him that night.  The way he stood with his strong shoulders back and his head high.  The way I took my long sleeved shirt off and didn’t even have time to remember to ask before he’d taken it, folded it and put it with our things.  His quiet strength, standing with me, ready to meet my every need, was an amazing gift.  And we’d only begun.

I showed Mal around the space, pointing out the different pieces of equipment, telling him about my experiences with the various benches and racks and crosses.  We looked at the medical room and the ‘wet room’.  Everyone was still socializing and the whole place space was open to us. We’d talked earlier and decided that starting early was preferable to waiting until late to play.  I indicated that he should following me and sat down on a couch, motioning him to the floor at my feet.  “Come closer, between my legs.”

A shy glance from him, probably wondering if I was going to have him suck my cock.  Not yet… that was for later.  I hugged his body against mine, kissing him, diving into his mouth with a hunger.  My hands roamed his sexy body and I could feel my desire hardening.  I leaned back and had him take his shirts off and then pulled his head against my chest. I kept touching him, pulling and stroking the flesh of his back, his arms, the short hairs at the back of his head. I warmed him up with some open-handed slaps, then a few firm strikes with my fists.  My fingernails drew lines from his belt line upward and I could feel him draw a sharp breath in.  I glanced over to where he’d placed the bag, next to one of the chain link fence sections.  There still wasn’t anyone else playing and we were about to change that.

I lifted his handsome face and kissed him. “Are you ready, sweet boy?”

I don’t remember if he said yes or simply nodded, but, yes, he was ready.

I cuffed him and clipped him to the fence, bending him over so he’d be accessible to all my attentions.  Mmmmm and I definitely wanted to pour my attention all over him.

I pressed up against his ass, so he could feel how excited I was, and reached around to unfasten his pants, pushing everything down to his ankles.  I figured hobbling my tough boy would be a good idea.  Now the gorgeous blank canvas of his skin was exposed to me and the room.  I want to tell you right now that I have no doubt I was the luckiest Sir in the room with this gorgeous boy giving himself to me.

I used my hands first, spanking his sexy butt into a rosy blush and moving up his back to his shoulders.  He cried out and squirmed, fingers gripping the fence as he worked hard to hold his position.  “Good boy” I murmured, rubbing it all in.  After another couple of rounds of spankings, I pulled out my belt.  I’d been thinking about my belt against his skin a lot in the weeks leading up to this moment.

He took a lot from that belt, gasping and crying out, wincing as I rubbed it in.  I loved every moment of it, the heft of the metal studded leather in my hand, the way his skin pinked up and then reddened.  I loved that zap of energy that sang up the length of my belt when I connected with his body.  He was cursing at me and shuffling around.  At one point he snapped at me, “That’s enough on the right side, already!”  Maybe that’s when I was paddling him.

I picked up a drumstick – solid oak – and peppered legs and ass with strikes from both end.  Thicker than a cane, but more focused than a paddle, I didn’t want to over use it… that would be another time.  I’d brought both my skinny Slut paddle and his wider heavier one.  That heavy paddle really made him breath hard and get mad.  I liked that a lot.  I tormented him a bit more and got up close to check in.  He was breathing hard and growling  bit, a wild barely tamed light in his eye.  I don’t remember how he phrased it, but he was ready to get fucked.  I stroked the back of his leg up to to his glowing ass and he growled at me again.  I could have teased him more, but I was pretty damned horny, too.

I pulled him upright, kissed his mouth hard and pulled out my cock. I looked into his eyes – defiant, hungry, desperate with need.  Looking down at my erection, I pressed lightly on his shoulders.

“Suck my cock, boy, get it nice and hard and ready for your ass.”

Eyes flashing, he knelt down and gave me a wet and passionate blowjob.  Those beautiful blue eyes, looking up at me. So much love, so much hunger, so much need.  I pulled him toward me and he gagged and kept going.  He was losing himself to my cock.  I was getting lost in it too, but this wasn’t the end piece of our set.  Pulling back gently, I looked down into those eyes and gave him a smile.  “Time for your ass, boy.  Stand up so I can fuck that gorgeous, sweet ass of yours.”

He stood and turned around, holding onto the chain link.  It was all I could do not to swoon at the sight of his reddened cheeks and wet sex, peeking at me between his thighs.  Fucking hot sexy boy, and all mine.  I put on a condom and pulled a black nitrile glove out of my back pocket.  Lubing my fingers first, I stroked his pucker, grinning when the cold slippery stuff made him gasp.  He was so ready for this, we’d been talking about it all week and I knew getting his ass fucked hard after we played was not just a desire, but a necessity.  I worked on opening him up with my fingers, but we were both impatient.

“Fuck me, please!” he hissed urgently.

I reached for the lube again and stroked it onto my cock.  “You need my cock, boy?  Need to get your ass fucked?”

Not that I needed to ask the question, but I love talking dirty, and I wanted to hear the words, hear him beg me for it, just a little.  “Yes!  Please fuck me, please…”

I pressed my cock head against him and popped in quickly, grinning as he hissed and fell forward against the fencing.  I started out slow, enjoying the visual of my cock disappearing into him.  Fucking him feels so good, the rest of the room fell away again, as it had when I’d been hitting him.  The only thing in the universe was this beautiful boy pressing his ass back against my hips and the feeling of connection between us.  My strokes got faster and harder, with him encouraging me all the while.  I don’t know how many times he came, shouting out in pleasure, quivering on my cock. I kept a good grip on his hipbones, holding him up when his knees threatened to buckle.  I know I came a couple of times, spending myself inside him, his heat meeting my need.

His legs were shaking by the time I pulled out of him.  He collapsed to the ground and I got him his shirt.  He let me know he needed some time and I busied myself with clean up.

He gathered himself as I gathered our things.  Other people had begun playing while we were at it and we sat down together to watch.  He sat on the floor next to me, quietly observing.  I was observing, too, both the scene in front of us and him.  I stroked his head and shoulders.  I felt peaceful and happy.  I also felt distinctly honored to have played with him – this beautiful, handsome, strong, passionate individual whom I love and desire so much.  His submission is always a cherished gift, never something I take for granted.  I wanted to take care of him, showing him how much I loved him.  I did all the things I remember my Sir doing for me after play – got food and water, told him how proud I was of him, kissed and held him.

Later we explored a little further and found the fucking spaces in the back (new since I was there last).  He wanted to fuck me and I was more than willing, letting him boss me around a bit until I was hands and knees on the bed and he was fucking me hard… and damn, can that boy fuck.  Soon after, we were gathering our things and heading out.  We were both hungry and ended up at the Belltown Pub near our hotel for food and beverage before retiring to bed for more awesome sex.

Mal, you are a hot, strong, sexy beast and topping you is a huge thrill.  Thank you, my love.  I am the luckiest guy/Sir/boyfriend in the ‘verse. Really looking forward to our next play date.


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