Fridays at Strong Construction Bar

Deciding when to go out to a bar to find a large crowd is often a hit or miss proposition, unless it's during Pride. In Maspalomas, Pride was in May, but there will be Fetish Pride in October and Winter Pride in November. So at other times, going out on the weekend is usually better than on a weekday. In Maspalomas, Friday often brings in some of the locals from the capital (Las Palmas), before they go back home for the weekend. When? After midnight. Yesterday I could see Strong Construction bar was getting busier 30 minutes later and even busier by 1 a.m., though I'm hoping for better luck tonight, because I didn't get fucked.

Last week I went there on Friday without douching, just to at least suck some dick. The first guy I played with was Italian and had a somewhat muscular dad bod. I followed him into the darkroom and he seemed to be immediately into me. Later he told me that the chastity cage on my dick had excited him. 

We cuddled and I kissed and licked his nipple. He hugged back and caressed my head. I loved it. Throughout our play he gave me exactly what I needed. He enveloped me with his large arms and he caressed my head. Later on, after we had been playing for a really long time, he told me that he had sensed that I needed that. Imagine that! The emotional intelligence. I mean it! I’ve played with many people who were fun and even cuddly, but that kind of intentionality and specifically with the way he caressed me was rather rare. 

Add to this that sucking his dick was such a treat because it was definitely thick, just enough so it filled my mouth without being too much to take. I sucked his dick for a long time while he treated me to his caressing.

The next guy I met was also Italian. I thought I’d talked to him on Grindr and later I found that I remembered correctly. I thought he noticed me when he walked past me, and that was why he stopped just a few steps away. I walked over and he was certainly welcoming.

He was much more toned and slim than the previous guy. He too had a thicker than average dick. It wasn’t as thick as the previous guy, but he made me deepthroat it more. Or maybe the fact that it wasn't quite as thick was why he was able to make me deepthroat a lot. He was certainly skilled at it. He grabbed my head with two hands to navigate his dick inside my mouth and throat, but he wasn’t aggressive.

I exchanged contacts with both of the guys and I'll get in touch with them to see if either of them wants to come fuck me at the bar tonight. I should've reached out to them yesterday. Maybe I wouldn't have left empty-holed.

Last night I think I wandered around the bar for an hour before connecting with anyone. There were fewer people than last week and it only got really busy around 1 a.m., and even then, it seemed like most guys were just walking around.

Finally I connected with a southeast Asian guy. From what I could feel over his underwear, he had a small dick, and I didn't get to see if it would grow from sucking. He was handsome, a little muscular, and very huggable. But he didn't seem to be looking for anything. He had a husband and he wasn't allowed to fuck. Yet he asked me if I was into fisting. I doubt that he would have fisted me there. I haven't seen anyone do that there. Fisting is something you do at Noxon bar, with a proper set up and a lot of special lube.

A little later, I got to suck off a tall and athletic blond guy, perhaps one of the bigger guys I saw there. Which reminds me of a guy from my gym, if you don't mind a brief digression. The guy at the gym is especially tall and really big. Not overweight at all, but perfectly balanced and muscular, with huge biceps and triceps.

I think he might be under 30 years old. His size makes him look older, but something in his face seems less mature. I wish I could see him without his tank top. I got excited just from seeing his armpit whenever he raised his arm, and it was hard not to stare. Unfortunately, his tank top wasn't tight enough to reveal the muscles in his chest and on his back, but I sensed that they were well-developed too.

When I realized how many triceps extensions he was doing, I wondered if that was the reason his triceps and biceps were so big. That was not your usual three to four sets, but much more. Oh, if only I could be in his arms. Unfortunately I didn't see him on Grindr, though I doubt he was straight.

Back to the tall blond guy at the bar. His dick was just the right size, a little big but not too big, and he knew how to use it in my throat. It was clear I needed to give him everything I had and deepthroat as much as I could. He insisted on keeping me down on my knees while sucking his dick, rather than letting me stand up for a bit and bend down to suck. He was a real Dom but he didn't ask to fuck me. He fucked other guys—breeding them. The taste of his dick was a little off-putting, if I'm being honest. It wasn't the taste of shit, but in any event, I went afterwards to rinse my mouth with the local version of a lemon Gatorade, called Aquarius.

On my way back from the bar, when a couple of older gentlemen and a couple of older ladies were walking toward me, one of the guys said “hola guapo” (or "hi handsome" in English), obviously responding to what I was wearing. Before going out, I debated whether to let myself wear one of my sluttier tank tops, since I wouldn’t be wearing it to a restaurant or a store, but just on my way to and from the bar. So I ended up choosing a black muscle tank top with an especially deep cleavage. I guess my shoulder pouch added to the sexy look.

I got another comment from a guy who was walking past me with his girlfriend, as I was walking toward Yumbo Center, the open mall where the bar was. It was not even a comment, but a weird snorting sound that wasn't really civil. I feel like the tourists in that area forget how to behave, and it gets worse after they've had a lot to drink. That's one reason why I enjoy staying in an apartment in the residential area of San Fernando, where people are less loud and behave more normally.

Maybe I was asking for it with what I was wearing? Still, that's so not politically correct. Not that politically correct matters as much these days, but common sense and civility should be a good guide for how one behaves. They should let me have my fun without offering unsolicited comments. On the other hand, a gay cruise is a good place for more debauchery, if the cruising bar or sauna are not enough. In case you missed my posts, I recently posted quite a few of my earliest blog posts recounting my experiences on gay cruises. Either check out my two recent collection posts, for all the links, or scroll under the "blog" tab to the very first posts at the bottom.