I was extremely horny this weekend, only had one sorta sexual encounter in the last 2 weeks, traded blow jobs with a guy at the St Louis airport last Sunday. Unfortunately I went to Steam for 6 completely sexless hours on Friday evening, and as far as I could tell no one fucked the entire time I was there.
Things looked up a little bit yesterday, decided to give the nude beach a try, and saw 2 couples fucking almost as soon as I got to the cruisiest area. It wasn't too long before I joined a group that varied from 4 to 6 guys, traded fucks with a really cute twin and a guy around my age visiting from LA but no one got bred. Just before I left the beach I pumped a load up tall thin Latino twink.
I was still horny and hadn't been bred, but knew it was the spa event at Steam last night, where several patrons of that event have let me know guys looking to fuck are not welcome at their event, so I wasn't going there. Looked on Hawks website, since I haven't been there in roughly a year and a half and discovered it was the bear and cub event, and not a sexless fetish event, so I decided to give it a try. I got there a little after 9, as usual it was mostly just bears and cubs socializing, smoking who knows what on the patio. In the actual club the big orgy bed was covered with extremely big bears socializing and doing some light petting. Since only one of the 4 slings was occupied I hopped in one and fairly quickly had a very familiar big big dicked otter that has been fucking me at Steam for the last 5 years, up my ass. I decided to take a soak in the hot tub for a bit, then went back on the prowl and found a really hairy young otter in the same sling I was fucked in about 20 minutes earlier and started fucking him, and had him begging for my cum, so I gave it to him. An hour or so later, I was in one of the slings by the big bed and got a hard fuck and breeding from another cute twink, and 5 minutes later I had a really thick dicked older bear who has fucked me many times, churning up the twinks load with a good hard pounding. It was only around 11, but the club was almost empty by that point, so I decided to quit while I was ahead and go home.
Not exactly the weekend of debauchery I was craving, but better than expected for Portland.