Jockstrap Night at the Eagle: Part 1

After two months without anal sex, I finally got properly and thoroughly fucked. And I have the Eagle bar in New York to thank for it. Wednesdays are jockstrap nights and it’s the easiest opportunity for sex. The fucking area is on the side of the big room on the ground floor and it was busier than I’ve experienced there before, though it’s been a year or two since I’ve been there.

Two things made it work this time. First, they didn’t open access to the second floor, so there were more people on the ground floor than there would be otherwise. Second, security never came by to interrupt the sex, like they usually did. I never understood that in the first place. Did they need to pretend that they prohibited sexual activities because of some antiquated regulations or even current harassment from city hall? Did that stop with the current mayor or did they just stop giving a fuck? Either way, congratulations.

I got undressed as soon as I arrived, except for my chastity cage, jockstrap, black harness, and a yellow band I wore on my right arm, to signal that I could be fed piss. Though I still haven’t figured out how to appropriately ask for piss in the bathrooms downstairs. I remember some fun times in the bathrooms upstairs. And once during Folsom East I got fed piss under the bar, too.

The crowd was mixed but there were so many hot muscular guys. Honestly, I felt a little inadequate, especially as I haven’t been counting macros or working out regularly in the last few weeks of hectic travels. However, I have a feeling that the extra meat actually worked in my favor, as I looked bigger, even if I wasn’t very defined. I seemed to be quite popular and I got a lot of action. The real success was in finding guys who would agree to fuck me with a condom. I’d been worried that I was douching for nothing, but thankfully I found the right Johns and Dicks.

The first guy I played with wasn’t my usual choice, perhaps in his late 50s, but he was athletic and hung thick. I was happy to get on my knees for him and he was happy to feed me, holding my head down and drilling his thick dick into my mouth. Oh, how I love the feeling of a thick dick in my mouth and I loved how this hung daddy looked down at me with a smile and caressed my head, pushing it deeper on his cock. I felt his nipples and he moaned when I squeezed them. Or maybe it was because I took his cock all the way into my throat.