Folsom

I went to the fair but it was colder than 2010. I wondered if I would be able to handle the coolness if I just went with my plan to just wear a jockstrap as I walked around. I told myself, "You didn't come all this way to not go full kinky." So I stripped down to my swimmer's white jock. My pumped balls really made the pouch stick out. Also my pumped nipples in the coolness really perked up.

Some guys must have been nipple pumpers or nipple play lovers because they came up to me, smiled, and either pinched or stroked or sucked my nipples. Hmmm, so nice. Others came up to feel and grope my bulge. I told them I ballpumped and they wanted to know if it hurt..."of course not". Some would just come and slap my bubble butt. It felt so nice to be noticed and abused in a kinky way.

I finally met up with Dusty and his friends from UK. We walked the streets and then sat at a table and chatted. It was getting cooler so I got dressed. This change really attracted Dusty's bear friends. As I kissed them goodbye they really grabbed and spanked my buns. Dusty had to meet someone at a bar so we made a date to meet at night.

When I got to his condo, we quickly started to play in his bed. But my concern was that I had to catch the BART by midnight or they would close down. He invited me to stay the night and I melted into his massive arms. We cuddled, sucked, stroked, kissed most of the night. Then after I gave him a massage, we fell asleep hugging.

In the morning I awoke to a buzzing sound. I turned and he was using his electric vacuum pump on his Monstertube Sr. over his large siliconed balls. He had also pumped his nipples using suction tubes. His nips were the size of small strawberries, which I proceeded to suck and nibble.

After we had cum, he took pics of me and even helped me to pose and walk more like a muscle bear. His comments gave me so much confident in the body I had transformed with 9 months in the gym.

I had to go back to my hotel to get some meds and was hoping we could meet again later, but it didn't work out. That night he had already returned to his home down the coast. But we still keep in touch. This was a fantastic Folsom. I am planning to go again and hopefully to Palm Springs for the Pumpers Weekend...I hope.