Ready for Part 2 Puppies? Well read on, because I got a Gold medal, and not for the kinda Sport you think🥇 It was finally Saturday night!!!!! Frisky’s Winter Olympics Sportswear-themed party was about to start. After getting ready in our hotel and douching with a pump bottle because we only had a homophobic shower rose in our lodge, the Woulf and his husband were ready to party.
I’m going to write about my douching routine soon because fuck me, there are a few things I wish someone had told me before I started doing all this. So off we fuck up the hill again and around the corner to pre-drinks. The usual party chat happens, we all make sure our outfits are on fire, and we all are stocked up on what we need for a night of naughtiness.
Once again, we had an amazing and inclusive group of boys, ranging from twinks to twunks to beefcakes, all supporting each other and checking on our outfits and party supplies. I met some great new friends, including one very cute twink gogo dancer who, despite being exactly half my age, was engaging, friendly, and all for changing into many different pairs of jocks in front of everyone.
No shame! I admired his confident nature and have made a party pup friend there for sure! The house starts to pack out; everyone who was on the trip was invited by the looks. Awesome!!!! Time to meet some strangers; I love it! Until my PTSD sets in of course and I scan the fuckin room.
Time to go for a toke and puff away my anxiety, problem sorted. An hour passes, I chat away, re-douche in my mates bathroom , thank fuck they had a detachable shower hose! And finally, it’s time to go to the actual venue. Off we go to Rhinos for Frisky’s Winter Olympics Sportswear Party.
This time, I didn’t go as Jono. I went as Woulf. I put on the Dog Mask as soon as I entered the venue, and some ski goggles to be on the sporty theme. Ahhhh, instant calm. My hyper-arousal had no place kicking in tonight unless it was in my cock. And I took half a Viagra to make sure it was!
The mask blocks out so much background noise while still letting me hear, and the ski goggles blocked my eyes so no one would know who I was. Well, now, I’m just a body, aren’t I? Perfect. No one will recognise who I am if they don’t already know who I am, and there were plenty of out of towners to prey on this night.
And that, for me, puts me in control of who can come into my aura. My PTSD, shut down! Mission accomplished! Photo Booth Time!!!! Now it’s time to party. Grab a drink, head to the dance floor, and show everyone what the Woulf’s got. And boys, I did just that!
But this time I had y secret weapon. My mask! Top off, harness on, tits out, I shook my shit. I fucking love to dance, always have. I used to go to every school disco as a kid, and now I’m going to every Queer dance party, including all the Friskys, that I can! I wanna go to the upcoming CHCH one, who wants to host a Woulf down there?!?
The venue was packed full, and I mean packed! Shirtless people everywhere, mostly gay men of course, but also women, drag queens, trans queens, and everything in between. Frisky has built a club kid culture that I dont think has been seen in NZ until now. The Freeky people are starting to come out, the Under-Dogs are beginning to be seen.
I’m here for it Critters!!!!! Rise Up. That reminds me of a really special moment I had later that night with a Drag performer I had met at the Devil’s Long Lunch earlier. I was booping away on the dance floor at around 2am, as I do, and I bumped into a group of gorgeous twinks having a boogie.
One of them I slightly recognised. It was Alexis La Hua from lunch, dancing out of drag. “Hi!” I yelled and waved at them. “Aww, hey,” they replied, and we exchanged a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “This is my first time dancing at a party out of drag,” they started.
OMG. “How do you feel?” I replied. They smiled and laughed with joy. “I feel like a little girl,” they expressed with pure glee. It was in that moment that I was wowed by how cool it was to see someone out of drag rather than in it, out of their mask.
Living their best life and loving it for the 1st time. And while that might not be possible for them, or me, all the time. It was an expanding moment for me, proof that even though right now, wearing a mask makes me feel more like myself than ever before, it’s also possible to be like that out of a mask, out of drag, half naked and exposed.
And be totally OK. There was something fucking interesting about that. This party, I had put something on to feel more like myself. Yet I also witnessed someone taking something off & feeling more like themselves too. Amazing. And somehow we were both on the same dance floor, experiencing our own versions of freedom.
As I’m writing, stoned to deal with my muggle day life, I’m getting the ping that that experience is my higher self nudging me to be even more authentic. Fuck, I thought I had done all the work!!! At least that moment was proof that I should integrate my Woulf persona into my everyday life.
And TBH, I think I’m winning at that. Someone told me that from the outside, it looks like Ive finally found myself, and yes, yes I have. So now for some naughty sports. And I’m talking about the Gold medal I won, in Watersports 😈 Thanks for reading thus far puppy!
This post is public so feel free to share it. Share It wasn’t long before the Woulf was in the urinals; he was drunk, high, and horny as fuck. It also wasn’t long before a thirsty gay walked in. Of course, cruising is one of my specialties, remember puppies.
Part of the Woulf’s costume was a Be Cocky-branded bright yellow jockstrap with a zip on the front for easy dick access and PISS ON ME written on the waistband at the back. The prey took one look at me from behind and read my jock while I was dick out taking a piss on the stainless steel.
“Fuck me, can I piss on you?” he asked. “Hell yeah, buddy,” I replied as I turned around, dick still dripping and wet. He grabbed the back of my neck and led me into a stall. “Good boy,” he remarked. I instantly went into Woulf Ryder mode, sat down on the toilet facing him, and leaned back, mask on, dick out, and he unleashed his stream all over my furry Woulf chest.
I grabbed my cock and started jacking it, hard as a rock from the Viagra I took earlier, and let him soak my chest and abs in his warm juices. Arwuffffffffffffff. Naughty boy 😈 After he finishes, I stand up, grab his face, and pash him through my mask, furr dripping all over the toilet floor.
“Let’s go party,” I say. “OK dog, Good Boy”, he replies. Out we go. I awkwardly tried to dry myself under the hand dryer before leaving, and off I go, back to the dance floor. Of course I bump into my husband and three besties as soon as I’m out of the toilets.
“Where have you been?” they all ask with huge smiles on their faces. “I just got pissed on,” I scream for everyone to hear. No filter Wolfo! They crack the fuck up. “Jesus, girl,” my husband states. “You’re a filthy bitch.” I turn around and shake my ass like a happy boy at them, and they all laugh again and roll their eyes as we get back to the party.
The next few hours were spent getting photos with strangers, pashing many boys, and drinking up a storm. I met some life long friends that night! I’ve had a few messages online from people I had met over the weekend saying they didn’t realise it was me in the mask dancing, and if they had, they would have come over for a kiss.
Well, that’s the whole point, fellas. Do you dare to come kiss a Woulf? Or will I huff and puff and blow you away like I had to do with one over-handsy daddy on the D Floor?!? This might be a good time to interject and talk about consent. While the Woulf is wild, there’s one fucking rule I won’t negotiate on: I want someone to want me.
It’s easy. I’ll give you… A look. A hello. A light touch on the arm. A “Can I kiss you?” If you are giving that energy back, great. If you turn around, walk away, look away, or seem disinterested, I’ll get the hint and politely leave.
Being horny doesn’t make you entitled to somebody else’s body. Don’t be pushy; just be you. Do this back to me if you need practice, I’ll love it!!! You’ll learn very quickly with practice and patience. The real world isn’t that scary, boys.
Get off Grindr and into a Party. Midnight’s approaching, and it’s time for a little boost, if you know what I mean. All I’ll say here is that I ended up back in the same stall I was golden showered in earlier with someone, and I dropped something right in the toilet bowl and ended up having to swallow half a piss pill.
And that’s why I get the Gold Medal in the watersports category for this party boys! No contest 🤣💦 Performance time! The Frisky team puts on a show! And this one didn’t disappoint! Absolute fire! I love a good Drag performance at a dance party.
It breaks up all the bopping and boosts everyone’s mood to continue dancing and having a good time. And that’s exactly what I did! Thanks Miss Genna and Team, your were HAWTTTT. My husband and I need to go for a piss, so we head to the bathroom together and into the same stall of course, we are married!
As were going for a leak, we are having the most passionate kiss and slowly growing our budgles in our hands. I cant help but go down for a suck and lap up the last of his drips & get him even harder. As Im blowing him, a curious cute face peers over the top of the stall.
There was clearly some group activity going on next to us and the twink standing on the toilet beside us looking over was very interested in what he saw. We let him watch, Fuck yeah boy! Get it! Filthy Bog Queen 😝 Lets go back to dance. The Party ended just as it started, 3:30am rolls around, and it’s time for the afters.
Fuck the party; it’s an orgy, right? And you all know I went; I was there till 5am. Like Gossip Girl, though. XOXO. I’m not telling. That story is only for my most loyal doggies who I protect the most By 5am it was time to go to sleep; my husband and I left the afters and headed home.
I kept my mask on the whole way. Until I needed to puke up all the leftover alcohol and boy juice still in my stomach in the hotel garden. Whoopsie. Unfortunately, that was the start of a day-long panic attack that was triggered by us leaving to go home. And that’s what Part 3 is about.
The dark side of the weekend. Including what I did in the hotel bed the next day 😈 I’m here to talk about it all in Part 3 coming Saturday. After all the Excitment it was almost 6am, and time to go to sleep. My husband and I crashed out in each others arms, we both got what we wanted that night.
New friends, new connections, pashes, hugs, laughs, piss and a whole lotta cock. We both needed it! A few months ago we didnt really like each other that much, we blammed each other for different reasons as to why the business and the Throuple failed, all which were destined to happen at one point or another.
Now, we are closer than ever, stronger than ever. And thats what we have come to realise. 2025 had to burn in hell so that we both could rise. Now, 7 years married and 15 years together, we are finally starting to understand each other. He lets me be me, I let me be him.
Hes still getting used to me wearing my hood in public, and so am I. But we’ll get there. For now, were having the HOTTEST sex we have ever had. In fact, on the Sunday afternoon, after the party, we were both still bonned up from the night before, so we jumped on Instagram and invited another couple over for a 4 way at our Lodge.
That’s another story for only the naughtest of boys. For now tho, put your lube and tissues away. I hope you poped a load or 2. Arwooooooo 🐺