Anyone who knows me, knows that I spend pretty much every weekend at a GLBTQ camp ground from late April until mid Oct. It is in the Cascades in Washington State. No phones, No internet and 80 acre's of amazing camping. A couple great friends and my partner have a semi-permanent site there. Now leave it to the Queers to amp everything up. So we have solar panels and battery banks, generators, disco balls, lights, music and one hell of a group of Camp friends.
We do also have our quite times in the woods, we also have five parties a year. Now my favorites, are the Black Forest(Leather) Party which combines Canada Day and Independence Day for one amazing party weekend, the other favorite is the Foam Party in August. The Foam Party is exactly that "Foam". We have a Party area set up with a Dj, bar and dance floor. They put walls and rails on the dance floor, up to a low chest level. The foam machine is installed at the peak of the ceiling and faces downward, onto the center of the dance floor. The center can pile as high as the ceiling, 20' ish, and dwindles down to a few feet at the edge.
So the first foam party I went to I was in no way going to get in that foam! First my chest had only had the first surgery, which the guy butchered me. Second, is it sanitary?!?!?!? I mean really. I would never take my top off in public, no hair on my chest to hide the shape and scars. I stood out in the common area and drank, talked, flirted and drank a bit more. Meanwhile, friends have all been in and have raved about it and are thinking about another trip in. I got another cocktail!
Bryan(friend/Camp mate) was doing his best all night to convince me to get in. He had worked all sorts of angles through the night. I am not exactly sure what ended up working, I do know the booze helped though. So I geared down to just underpants. Thankfully it was night and even with bar type lighting I felt safer then normal. I also was pretty close to the dance floor, trying not to have to walk through everyone.
So we danced and danced, it was so fun. I would burrow though the foam and find people to dance with, sometimes get a squeeze or give one and the occasional kiss along the way. After being in there for a long time, I needed a cocktail. Bryan and I went and got drinks had a couple smokes. He was chatting with this guy as I came back from some where. I asked if he had been in the foam yet, he had not but was interested and not at the same time.
This translated, means please pick me up from behind, carry me to the dance floor and push me in the foam, So I DID. As we got to the dance floor this guy reached around and grabbed my dick, well what he thought was my dick. he gave it a little rub and tug, I guess thinking he might as well get a feel before hitting the foam... Well did I mention I have a silicone dick?!?!?!?!?
Awkward!
So as he was tugging I pushed him into the foam. Come on think about it.... Like a rubber band, my underpants stretched out for what seemed like feet. He had my dick in his hand in my underwear but I was not attached to me. SNAP! My dick came slapping home as he went flying into the foam, in the center where he would be lost while I gain my composure.
I ran back laughing so hard from the look on his face as he realized things were not right. I hid behind Bryan for a minute while I told him what had happened. I really didn't want the guy to come out looking for me, even if it would be just for questions.
The snapping noise and the slap of my dick returning to its home, will never be forgotten. We still tell this story at camp and when out with new people and act out the tossing into the foam scene with noises and faces to suit. We laugh every time.
Ah yes, My Life with a Silicone Dick!!!!!!
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