This time, I had so much fun, fucking and furious fola that I’m going to bless all you little pups with a 3-part series this week. Grab your lube and buckle up, you’re gonna need it. September is my month! Virgo season is well upon me, and according to my horoscope, September 2026 is the start of my new era And it’s true!
I’m about to turn 42, and this year, I’ve found myself again after everything that went down in 2025, and it’s showing on the outside. Every September for the last 7 years, my husband and I have visited Queenstown. We got married here at a bar called Beardux and have come back every year since to celebrate; this time, Frisky’s Big Gay Chill Weekend happened to coincide.
And what a weekend it was! The Wellington Partyboys and Frisky team put on an entire weekend of events, lunches, drinks and entertainment, with less than a year’s planning, and replaced what once was Gay Ski Week with the most inclusive, incredible time. I’m lucky enough to know them well, but even if you don’t, the Frisky franchise has grown to be one of the biggest dance parties in NZ, with events in Auckland, Wellington, Christchurch and now Queenstown.
But I’m not here to promote the weekend I’m here to talk about all the debauchery I got up too; I am the Woulf after all. It started Friday night. Pre-drinks with my boys from all over the country at their apartment. My boys who had my back when I was at my lowest, and now when I’m at my highest.
I went as Jono, maskless, so I could meet new people in my human form. 2 hours of catching up with my buddies, laughs, hugs, and kisses. Pash your mates as me and my mate Luke say. I’m all for it! Time to move to the bar. Off we took, a bunch of about 15 fags, downtown to The Ballarat, walking in the cold, tiddly, a little high and very happy.
The venue was fire, great lighting, great music, great people and great entertainment, all organised by the Frisky babes. My hyper-arousal kicked in automatically like usual, and I don’t mean my hard-on from the Viagra I took half an hour earlier. I mean my awareness.
I can scan a room in minutes, a vibe in seconds and a look from a stranger instantly. I picked up on a few people eyeing me up, nothing unusual, but the vibe was a good one. I’ve gone from the mindset of everyone’s judging me to everyone’s allowed to look at you, you tattooed, tall, intense beast.
I also slow my breathing to 4 seconds in, hold for 2, exhale for 6. Works every time. And fuck did I mingle. This trip I really tried to put myself out there. I’m sure there are some people out there that saw me and were put off, and that’s fine. I’m not for everyone; I’m an intense being.
But the people I did meet. AMAZING. The music got better and better, the people got looser and looser, and the next minute, the Woulfs in the toilet isn’t he. After taking selfies with the amazing Miss Genna, legendary Drag Performer Extroadanire, and others, some prey walked in.
We caught eyes straight away. Where are you off to? I asked For a Piss the prey replied Well, don’t waste it, bro. Can I join?!? Evil Woulf eyes looking straight at him What happened next: I took a piss next to him, sucked his huge cock and took his dick bent over the toilet bowl until he blew his load all over my hairy Woulf arse.
What a root! Slightly ruffled up with a butt smelling like jizz, I returned to the dance floor with a grin on my face. Where the hell did you get to my friends all asked I just turned around, shook my little butt and replied, take a sniff. My filthy friends all shoved their fingers down my jockstrap and took a whiff.
Cummy indeed. Insert sensible content here where prep and doxy come into play when having condomless sex. Yeah, I’m not your dr, I’m your positive sex writing nightmare, remember. But if you need information on Prep please visit: https://www.burnettfoundation.org.nz Or Click Here My bros all pat me on the back, laugh, roll their eyes and are not surprised at all, my husband included.
That’s been the best thing for my friendships and marriage, honesty, real honesty. At least if they all know, I know I’m safe. If they can’t find me, check the urinals; that’s where I usually hide. Also, PTSD wise, I need regular breaks from the doof doof.
In fact, I’ll plug Loop earplugs here- the best thing to wear on a night out, especially when you can’t turn off your hearing like me. www.loop.com I was having breakfast and could hear some seagulls in the background that were fucking me off; the loops blocked their screeching out as soon as I put them in!
Total dance party Woulf hack. Back to the fun I’m dancing, drinking, dripping with spunk and having a blast. The night gets later, my confidence level rises, and I think fuck it, let’s go talk to some strangers. I go outside for a vape and meet some Aussies, a couple, super chill dudes.
We chat about how Aussies smoke instead of vape because vaping is the same price over there, and work out what our names are and what we all do I can’t remember their names, of course. Back inside to do the same with all the other gays in the venue. I met a viking in a coat made from goat and his crew.
Big lads, gym bro look, at least 6ft 2 each. The more I put myself out there and made the effort to say hello first, the more Cool Cunts I met. It’s the opposite of the gay anxiety that most of us have. I notice it in gays who pull themselves to the side all the time.
On the outside they look unapproachable or standoffish, but really it’s anxiety. It stops them from saying hi first, from dancing, from taking off their tops and letting go. The Woulf notices it; EMDR and therapy made me go from living like that to noticing it in others because I’ve been there myself.
Now the bogan came out this night also In walked a group of lesbians, and 1, oh my lord, she looked like home. Dark hair, tattooed sleeve, ripped, rocker-looking bogan beauty. I couldn’t help it; my energy was pulled towards her. Fuck you are hot as fuck I exclaimed She smiled, looked at me and was super intrigued, not intimidated like most people.
I really wanna kiss you, I said in excitement Fuck, go for it, she said I grabbed her chiselled back and leaned in for a pash, and it was a sloppy, wet, lesbian pash. Fuckin HOT Tbh, I’m entering my tri era. I wanna try it all, find myself even more and write about it!
So her friend’s all become my friends, her girlfriend hooks up with my husband, and we all hug, laugh and dance together That’s the queer community for you! Inclusive. And now more than ever, in fact, even the Aussie boys, who have a rep for usually being standoffish, were nothing but that.
Everyone at the party, and over the entire weekend, was so kind and welcoming that there was no drama, no fights, no straight people bullshit. I danced with every type of gay: twinks, otters, fem, masc, drag and everything in between. I also kissed a few of each; that’s me, serial kisser.
It’s one of my many Woulf talents; he has a great tongue. As we got towards midnight, the party started to wind down, and we had to head to the next venue. Pride after dark at Barmuda bar. The venue was already packed full of people, and as the gays started entering, it became one in, one out.
The vibe here was different Straight people were mixing with gay boys taking over the dance floor; at one point it seemed it was gays inside, straights outside. I sat for a bit in the booth, took my jacket off and got a drink; let’s try to make the night go out on a high, I thought.
I shot my drink back, got up and headed in for a boogie with my friends. I latched onto my mate Jordy, had an amazing hug and then partied on. After half an hour of dancing, I needed a vape and went outside. As I was puffing away, I noticed this stunning female in a see-through black dress staring at me; my Woulf eyes caught her, and over she came.
I smiled, complimented her outfit and introduced myself. She was magnetic and intense, just like me. We started flirting. Back and forth, smiling at each other, she was the most beautiful euro-Asian mix, dark and sultry. I remarked, I’m Gay, but Daym your fine. She laughed back.
I know you’re gay, but you’re fine as fuck too. Do you have a boyfriend? I asked. Yes, I do. We have been dating for 3 months, but it’s nothing serious, she replied. Can I kiss you then, please, I cheekily replied Yes, you can. So I leaned in. I was expecting a full-on tongue-twisting pash, but instead I got a very gentle, wet, lip-flipping, fluttering kiss.
The difference between pashing a homo and kissing a straight woman! I was surprised, a little disappointed, but also still very proud of myself and a little coy all at the same time. We both agreed that it was a hot kiss and continued to chat, her friends all gawking at us by this stage.
My husband came out of the bar to get me; it was time to leave. The chick I had just kissed had caught on that I was going to go and grabbed my shoulder. She whispered the name of the next bar she was going to and told me to go there. I smiled, nodded my head and then realised it was time to really leave.
That’s the thing: when straight women get into the gays, they like to latch on, and you need to know when to politely but swiftly get the fuck out of their way. We gapped it out of the bar, up the road and back to our hotel. Good idea! After changing out of our day clothes, I’m lying in bed in my underwear with Grindr open on my phone.
Time to fuck I see a familiar face, a dude I had hooked up with when I was in town earlier in the year. He’s a dirty boy, so I knew I’d be up for a good time. Yoooooo, is always my opening line Got any loads in you today, bro? He replied Yeah, I do, actually from the guy at the bar earlier in the night Got any weed?
Of course I do!!! I’m the 420 Woulf King. 15 min later and he’s knocking on my door; we were lucky enough to have our own entrance to sneak in and out when we wanted and avoid reception, perfect! We kiss and head outside for a cone and a catch-up before heading inside.
My husband’s in the bedroom next door with the door closed so Grindr boy, and I start hooking up on the single bed in the adjoining room. We’re stoned, getting feral, kissing, sniffing each other’s pits, rubbing our hairy bodies all over each other and getting it on big time.
He pulls out the amyl, bends me over, takes a hit and starts eating the load outa my hole, his favourite kink to do. I grab the bottle from him, hit deep in preparation for his cock to go into me and start moaning and growling like crazy while he’s riming my hole.
Bang bang bang!!! A knock on the wall followed by SHUT THE FUCK UP !!!! The neighbours were awake and angry He stands up, I roll over, we look at each other, both gooned and high, and crack up laughing. FUCK IT, he said. He pushes me onto the bed, stuffs a pillow in my face, grabs the lube, slaps my hole, wets his dick and slams it into my wet dripping hole.
I moan, but this time deep into the pillow so the sounds are muffled and he goes for it, slamming me until he blows his load inside me. He collapses on the bed in orgasm. I sit on top of him, put his dick back in me and jack off while riding him until I shoot my load all up his chest and neck and onto his chin.
What an organism! The energy from the night was released, all over the guy! Fucking fantastic. Mission accomplished. He gets dressed; it’s 3 am, we both need to go to bed. I towel off, open the bedroom door and walk in on my husband, who’s cleaning himself up after jerking off, listening to us both fuck.
Luckily he didn’t hear the neighbours knock. I tell him, of course, along with all the juicy details above. That’s hot, baby. I’m glad you had fun, he states. We hop into bed, cuddle each other, have a goodnight kiss and fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Night 1 - success! Time to get a few hours of sleep before the next day’s events. There’s a Devils long lunch we have tickets to the next day, as well as the big Winter Olympics Sportswear Party; it’s gonna be a big day and night. And that’s where the real fun was had…… ….Stay tuned for episode 2 coming soon Arwoooooo 🐺