Indulging in
memories of a visit to Bristol with my partner brought a huge smile to my face.
Even though it was a short stopover, it left an indelible impression on me. It
was a Sunday evening towards the end of the summer, during our road trip around
England, that we reached bustling ‘Brizzle’. We arrived later than planned, but
we had time to get "ship-shape and Bristol fashion!"
In the weeks
running up to our road trip and visiting Bristol, I made contact with some of
the leather and BLUF guys from LeatherWest and BLUF@Bristol. The responses were filled with
enthusiasm. Straight away, BLUF SBerg started to round up the leather
troops for the Bank Holiday weekend. Given the short stay in Bristol, to meet
our fellow leather brothers, my partner and I wanted reasonably priced
accommodation near The Den bar, where we had arranged to meet.
The Den is a men-only fetish bar, which ideally offers budget accommodation
over the bar - named ‘The Den Rooms’. It was ideal, with reasonable rates,
satisfactory facilities that couldn't be any closer to The Den bar! The alleyway
at the side of the bar, with its concrete walls, metal gates and industrial spiral
steel staircase, brings you up to the roof terrace and access to The Den Rooms
– and is a very masculine entrance space for any leatherman that knows just how
this kind of background goes well with leather!
After the
enjoyable pleasure that is buffing up one’s gear and adorning oneself with
layers of leather, it was time to make our way down to The Den bar to catch up
with our Brizzle brothers. With a couple of knocks on the door, we enter. The
bar was starting to get busy, with a mixture of fetishists: skinheads, rubber
guys, and of course, leathermen! Heading straight to the bar to order our first
drink, my partner and I recognised a familiar accent. The bar man was from
Northern Ireland – typical, us ‘Norn Irish’ are everywhere! As Norn Irish men
do, we got chatting and had a bit of ‘craic’ (banter) as we call it.
From the
online exchange before arriving in Bristol, it was easy to spot our BLUF
brother, SBerg, who warmly welcomed us to the city – and the Den – and introduced
us to his leather comrades. The drink was flowing and the ‘craic’ was good. We
decided to grab a pew in the heated smoking area out the back. While sharing
our stories from our recent road trip, and hearing from the Brizzle boys about
how the leather community is going from strength to strength, I didn't notice
the bar filling up with loads of guys, especially on a Sunday night – but after
all, it was a Bank Holiday weekend. Happy days!
Everyone was
very friendly and the atmosphere was relaxed, but beginning to fill with excitement
as the bar packed out with leathermen, muscle bears, rubber guys and eager
subs. We were very lucky to be seated
around a picnic bench with views into the bar area, and the opening of the
darkroom! As the night progressed, things were getting hotter by the minute. Eye
contact and body language was getting stronger, more intense, and fun and
frolics was being sought. The views of hot guys indulging in passionate intimacy
and kinky copulation from ‘the bench’ got my blood pumping. It reminded me of
how leatherfolk embrace such socio-sexual spaces as a way of expressing their
sexual freedom. Such bars are essential for us to express our sexual identity
in a safe and friendly environment.
Our
conversation, at the bench, gradually turned to the joys of nipple play and tit
toys. It isn't only on a topic I enjoy talking about, if you know what I mean
(*wink wink, nudge nudge*)! One of the Bristol brothers reflected on the joys
of nipple suckers (caps) and how one can improvise without purchasing the
expensive ones we all (probably) know about being sold in fetish stores. The ‘improvised
ones’ can be found in all good hardware stores. (However, I still never remember
to visit those stores to acquire this toy! And I call myself a fetishist
leatherman – tut tut!) During our tête-à-tête, a fellow brizzle muscle
(leather) bear ‘D’ produced his metal clover clamps. Well, my eyes opened, as
did my leather shirt!
It was only
appropriate to try the clover clamps, given the heated conversation. The
intensity and pleasure generated from the clamps slowly pressing on my nipples was
immense. The atmosphere was sexually charged. My fellow pleasure seeker, muscle
bear ‘D’, removed one of the clamps and placed it on his nipple, allowing us to
tug against each other. Eye contact was powerful around the bench. It was time
to take this to the next level.
Our group
made our way into the bar to the dark room. Dimly lit, my eyes gradually adjusted
to the surroundings. The room was heated with the presence of men. The pleasure
continued, all over my body, not just my nipples. Fantasies were coming reality.
The sound of leather creaking and the sensation of other men’s leather rubbing
against me was exhilarating. The Den was truly rocking, with the hum of moans
and groans from pleasure seekers.
Afterwards,
we returned to ‘the bench’ to finish our drinks and natter some more. However,
the night wasn't over. Round two would follow, via the concrete alleyway, and
metal staircase, in our room, above The Den. It was a pure delight to share
such leathersex with my brizzle brothers.
I have such
fond memories from that night. As I said at the beginning, recalling these
memories always brings a huge smile to the face. You guys, and you know who you
are, will have to visit us Irish leather guys…so we can return the favour (and
pleasure)!
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