I would like to thank those who helped make Spanksgiving and Heart of Darkness successful. Lady Lydia and Tony Buff were exceptional Thursday night together with my co-titleholders, Dan and Scout. Not to mention the spanks peddlers who did a magnificent job.
I cannot take credit for the impressive sum of $1000 that was raised over the Holiday weekend. This was a united effort. When we work together, we create stronger bonds within our community.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Celebrate the Holiday Weekend with Northwest LeatherSir/boy/Community Bootblack
If you are like me, you welcome the Thanksgiving Weekend with mixed emotions. I always enjoy the bountiful family dinner, although I am not crazy about turkey. And in spite of its heterocentricity, I always enjoy hearing all the new tidings regarding my family. But after the turkey, yams, and blueberry pie, I find myself missing my Tribe.
This Thanksgiving, the Northwest titleholders offer you Alternative Family Fare. Together with special guests, we will be busy at Spanksgiving on Thanksgiving evening. And at a men's only dungeon party on Saturday night directly following Seattle Men in Leather's Daddy/Daddy's boy contest.
Proceeds from both events go to the Tony Deblase Scholarship. Come celebrate the Holiday with us and help us reach our goal of one thousand dollars this weekend.
See the Events section on this blog to learn more.
Happy Thanksgiving!
This Thanksgiving, the Northwest titleholders offer you Alternative Family Fare. Together with special guests, we will be busy at Spanksgiving on Thanksgiving evening. And at a men's only dungeon party on Saturday night directly following Seattle Men in Leather's Daddy/Daddy's boy contest.
Proceeds from both events go to the Tony Deblase Scholarship. Come celebrate the Holiday with us and help us reach our goal of one thousand dollars this weekend.
See the Events section on this blog to learn more.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Why I like Wescos
My bootpig boy lay flat on his back, the heel of my Jobmaster placed firmly below his right nipple. Rolling the flat of my boot on the meaty part of his pec, I watched as he writhed in pain, his groans punctuated by the affirmative exclamations of my other boy standing shoulder to shoulder with me. Taking my foot away, I admired the red imprint of my Vibram soled boot on his flesh.
Jumping up, I grabbed the suspension rack above and hung over the piggy boy. My two boots now hovered over both of his thighs and I watched him tense up in anticipation of my full weight. Slowly at first, then more firmly, I eased myself down until I felt his quadriceps roll outward. Then I stood still and looked down at my bootpig boy's anxious face.
"Uh" was all that he could say, a signal that he was nearing the edge after one hour of bootplay. Reaching up to the rack again, I lifted myself off and paused momentarily before I dropped to the floor, barely missing the boy's torso with both boots. I nudged my boot right up to the boy's cheek. And, as if to give an architectural structure to the scene, he turned his head toward the boot and began licking it, just as he had done at the beginning of the scene. His tongue worked the instep and slowly worked around the hard toe to the lateral area. Then up the sides of the boot until he had drawn himself up to a fetal position around it. That was my cue to untie his hands from his thighs. I wanted to give him a moment to caress my boot with both hands before finishing the scene.
"Help me untie him," I commanded the boy who had been looking on. "Help me because this bootpig needs to get fucked!"
Moments later I stood in ecstacy, one boy by my side and the other, curled up around my right boot with a big smile on his face. Gently, he rubbed his cheek against the shank, almost rocking.
"I'm ready to be fucked, Sir," he said.
No other boot in the world like a Wesco!
Jumping up, I grabbed the suspension rack above and hung over the piggy boy. My two boots now hovered over both of his thighs and I watched him tense up in anticipation of my full weight. Slowly at first, then more firmly, I eased myself down until I felt his quadriceps roll outward. Then I stood still and looked down at my bootpig boy's anxious face.
"Uh" was all that he could say, a signal that he was nearing the edge after one hour of bootplay. Reaching up to the rack again, I lifted myself off and paused momentarily before I dropped to the floor, barely missing the boy's torso with both boots. I nudged my boot right up to the boy's cheek. And, as if to give an architectural structure to the scene, he turned his head toward the boot and began licking it, just as he had done at the beginning of the scene. His tongue worked the instep and slowly worked around the hard toe to the lateral area. Then up the sides of the boot until he had drawn himself up to a fetal position around it. That was my cue to untie his hands from his thighs. I wanted to give him a moment to caress my boot with both hands before finishing the scene.
"Help me untie him," I commanded the boy who had been looking on. "Help me because this bootpig needs to get fucked!"
Moments later I stood in ecstacy, one boy by my side and the other, curled up around my right boot with a big smile on his face. Gently, he rubbed his cheek against the shank, almost rocking.
"I'm ready to be fucked, Sir," he said.
No other boot in the world like a Wesco!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Taking Responsability
The first Leatherman that I played with as a young Gay man in 1986 was Billy Jefferson. With my cock in Billy's talented mouth, an onlooker told me that Billy advocated safe sex in a very active way. I soon learned "Sargeant Safety" had no qualms about demonstrating the tenets of safe sex.
For Billy, being pro-sex was not contrary to safe sex. In fact, he led by example, one man at a time. He was not shy about talking about safe sex either from his knees or from the rostrum as the first Mr. Seattle Leather.
Twenty-five years later the discussion continues primarily because of the feel good practice of bare backing. As a Sir that loves to fuck, I vouch for the fact that I prefer feeling the skin of my cock inside a man's ass rather than through a latex barrier. However, as a Leatherman I also value the health of others in my tribe as much as I value my own health. And I am mindful of the need to protect those in the next generation, not only from HIV but also from Hep C and other infectious disorders.
Proudly, I recommend this article by my Clan brother, Tony Buff. He is a TitanMen exclusive and the originator of the TitanMen series, Rough. Thank you, Tony, for continuing to uphold Seattle's tradition of safe sex, as advocated by Billy Jefferson. His articulate stance mirrors my own feelings.
See Tony's article at http://tonybuff.com/posts/a-more-nuanced-position.
For Billy, being pro-sex was not contrary to safe sex. In fact, he led by example, one man at a time. He was not shy about talking about safe sex either from his knees or from the rostrum as the first Mr. Seattle Leather.
Twenty-five years later the discussion continues primarily because of the feel good practice of bare backing. As a Sir that loves to fuck, I vouch for the fact that I prefer feeling the skin of my cock inside a man's ass rather than through a latex barrier. However, as a Leatherman I also value the health of others in my tribe as much as I value my own health. And I am mindful of the need to protect those in the next generation, not only from HIV but also from Hep C and other infectious disorders.
Proudly, I recommend this article by my Clan brother, Tony Buff. He is a TitanMen exclusive and the originator of the TitanMen series, Rough. Thank you, Tony, for continuing to uphold Seattle's tradition of safe sex, as advocated by Billy Jefferson. His articulate stance mirrors my own feelings.
See Tony's article at http://tonybuff.com/posts/a-more-nuanced-position.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Running Home
What a great weekend at the International LeatherSir / Leatherboy / Community Bootblack in San Francisco! Fraternizing with old friends and connecting with new ones renewed my resolve to serve the Northwest Community.
As in years past, I return home with mixed feelings. I am always sad when a Leather run comes to a close and with it, that feeling of Tribe. I always find it hard to describe that feeling of solidarity and power that one feels at a run.
On the other side of the coin, I return to Seattle invigorated and confident as your titleholder.
I was so proud of our Northwest titleholders during the weekend. Thom's amazing stage presence. Dominic's disciplined yet natural protocols 24/7. Diamond Jack's moving speech on Saturday night that brought the audience to its feet. These are the memories I bring back along with a new sense of pride at being from the Northwest.
For those of you who have not shared in the excitement of a run, I recommend it highly. Runs reinforce our bonds as Leatherfolk. And they renew our souls so that we can better serve our community back home.
As in years past, I return home with mixed feelings. I am always sad when a Leather run comes to a close and with it, that feeling of Tribe. I always find it hard to describe that feeling of solidarity and power that one feels at a run.
On the other side of the coin, I return to Seattle invigorated and confident as your titleholder.
I was so proud of our Northwest titleholders during the weekend. Thom's amazing stage presence. Dominic's disciplined yet natural protocols 24/7. Diamond Jack's moving speech on Saturday night that brought the audience to its feet. These are the memories I bring back along with a new sense of pride at being from the Northwest.
For those of you who have not shared in the excitement of a run, I recommend it highly. Runs reinforce our bonds as Leatherfolk. And they renew our souls so that we can better serve our community back home.
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