Sperm-burping cocksucker

In the couple of days leading up to the video event, I was stressing out about not knowing anybody there. I have been to several of the fuck parties, and there are some regulars that I recognize and know I get along with; I messaged a few of them, but one after another told me that they were busy, out of town, committed to something else. For me, a single friendly face can make the difference between feeling comfortable, and feeling totally out of sorts and spiraling into being weird and awkward and having a bad time. Rick, this one buddy with AMAZING oral skills that I'd played with at one previous party but hadn't seen again, said that he might be able to, he hadn't thought about it. I was elated when I saw him arrive, about halfway through. At first, I wasn't sure it was him; he was turned away  so that I only saw his back, and I'm not good at the person-recognition game even with a full face. Then I got a good look, and I was sure it was him. I had been having a pretty good time, I had fucked a couple of hot asses and throats, but I hadn't cum yet. I decided that he was going to get my load, and that I was going to work through a particular fantasy that had been running through my head. I didn't tell him in specific detail, because I knew he'd be up for it and I wanted to reveal it to him as it unfolded, but I did tell him that I Had Plans. He and I had played at length before, but late in the event, so that I had already cum twice at that point and wasn't going to get off despite having an amazing time playing with him. 

Here's my journal entry for that prior party - it was a little more in my stoner-free-prose style, and it was really early on in my writing this stuff down, so it's more text bursts hammered into sentences. I love the way that shit reads, but I can't edit it when I'm not stoned, which amuses me. 

There was one guy I fucked around with... I would put three fingers into his mouth, and look him in the eye as I pushed them slowly down his throat. He's got good control over his gag reflex, but I could get it eventually, make him gag hard and spasm. 

The hormones going through your body when that's happening are so intense - your autonomic nervous system is trying to clear your throat so that you don't choke to death, and you're making all this thick slimy spit to try to dislodge the offending intruder... And your animal brain is screaming "we're gonna die, we're gonna DIE!!" and it's pumping out acetylcholine and epinephrine to make you fast and strong, and you feel super energetic and shaky. But if you can keep control, ride the waves, it's an incredible rush. 

And then I'd pull the fingers out, coated in deep throat slime, and stroke our dicks.

I laid him down on a platform bed and hung his head over the edge and fucked his throat; he was able to take it full depth and hard. I could pound it like a cunt, feeling the bone at the base of my dick thumping on his chin. I would bury the bone all the way in, and hold it until he needed to breathe, and he'd turn his head, pulling my cock out, and gasp like a swimmer.

So then I pinned his head with my thighs.

And we got to experience what real air hunger means. It means his esophagus spasming around my cock like a slimy boneless hand, as his whole body jerked, the fear chemicals trying to make him run away, to get this thing out of him before he died from lack of oxygen. Then I pulled out, because I'm really not a bad person.

So... I'm determined to finish what I started with Rick. Not to finish killing him with suffocation-by-penis; I mean, I never intended to finish that, it's a work perpetually in progress... but to deliver my load into his throat, sliding past his airway and direct into his alimentary canal, so that not only is swallowing not an issue, but NOT swallowing is not an option. This feels so hot to me. There's something about dominating a man's basic biology, depriving him completely of breath while he's having to rigidly suppress his own gag reflex, and then I override his separation of air and food and ejaculate straight into his stomach. It gives me a nasty shiver just thinking about it. And the physical sensation produced by the muscles of the tongue, the soft palate, the esophagus, and the abdominal core, all conspire to make his throat milk the jizz out of my cock like a baby calf who missed the morning feeding. It is a SERIOUSLY good thing. The dominant-submissive angle is golden on this one - I literally derive sexual pleasure from his pain and discomfort, and he submits himself willingly to that misery to please me. I could, theoretically, kill him with my dick if I'm not good at what I do. And you can't get it if you don't have an aggressive, hung, rough dominant top who knows how to fuck throat, and a highly skilled submissive deepthroat bottom who has put in the time and practiced turning his esophagus into a cock-sleeve until he's able to take a hard deep thrust for a considerable time and not puke. This is not in The Joy of Gay Sex. At least, not the copy I had. This is Not Basic. 

We make out just a little, and actually in hindsight I think I may have pulled him somewhat away from a guy who was playing with his dick, but I really didn't care. Hunger made me selfish. I was feeling intense about this particular fantasy, and I felt like he had come here because I had asked him to, and I was going to get into some serious throat work with Rick, or find out why. So we kiss, and it's so fucking good to see you, and he takes hold of my dick, and yeah, clearly you're happy to see me... and then I push him down on his knees. A guy standing next to me says something about he's all warmed up, you should fuck his ass, it's amazing, and I say that I KNOW his ass is amazing, I've fucked it before, but Rick and I have Unfinished Throat Business. Rick has been working on my cock, getting to the point where he's massaging his own tonsils with the head of my dick - and I start helping, taking both hands and putting them on the back of his head and pushing. I tell him, "Yeah... I have gotten... a little more rapey with this since last time we played." Reading over the stuff I wrote after our last encounter, I can see that the seeds of it were already there... but I hadn't gotten nearly as far toward fucking into the puke. Gagging the fag, yes... but I've gotten meaner since then. I wonder if the camera caught me saying "rapey." I wonder if that's a problem. 

After some pushing and prodding, it's just not going to go around the corner upright. Some guys, it just can't. I have a fairly inflexible up-curve to my dick, and if it's not going to go around the bend, it's just not possible to force it. It's a matter of hard bone, where the guy's jaw and hard palate are arranged. I know that Rick can take it with his head off an edge, though, and so we go to the short sling. At first I have him the wrong way around, and he's too high up; we switch him end to end, and then it fits JUST RIGHT. And so then it begins. I'll fuck a few strokes, and then give him some air as I stroke my dick, and rub my nuts across his face for licking. Sometimes I grab him by the skull and manage the position of his throat to get the best depth and angle. Every time I pull my cock out of his throat, it's covered in the most delicious-feeling slime, and the more gets on my balls and my nuts and my thighs and his face, it feels like the whole thing down there is a sensual slip-sliding sensation. It really does remind me of the feel of J-Lube; it has a cushiony feel that is almost like fucking in cum. His beard rubs against my balls and my thighs and my taint, and then I shove my cock back down his throat for several more strokes. Every few passes, I give him a long hold - he and I need to practice with a stop watch some time, because he's fucking IMPRESSIVE, and I want to know how long he can go if he tries. Probably more than fifteen seconds  for some of the deep holds. Or maybe it just seems that way. We'll know soon, because I know some of them, the camera was practically up my ass watching him like a hawk as he took the pounding, and at least one of the cameramen knew what I was doing, even before I started explaining, "See, now with it all the way in, you can't breathe at all, so you'll start to get that air hunger, and it will make you want to puke, but you have to hold it down, and that makes you shake"  -- or something like that. I sort of extemporize, and I'm so focused on the fuck, I know that my words are pretty intense, but I don't remember the exact phrasing. I would sometimes look down and see his beard outlined in glistening light, the camera's bright light catching the spit-slime glistening in his beard and on his face and in my pubes. And on my pubes resting on his chin, as he choked on my cock. I wonder if you'll see me looking into the camera. 

This sounds like the kind of thing that is killer intense and will be over soon - but it actually went on for a while. I made it go on for a while; maybe twenty minutes or so. That was part of the fun. And at one point, I know the camera guy watched somebody else, and then came back, which they probably will edit out in post so that they never looked away, and it took eleven minutes flat... but I was almost amusedly aware of the camera's attention leaving me, like "Hey... I'm throat-fucking here! This is awesome shit! I might be just about to cum, you never know..." but yeah, they know. And they never did go far away, they just aimed at a couple next to us. And then, I WAS about to cum, and they were right back with us. And I looked down at Rick as I'm stroking my cock in his face, and I said, "OK. I'm going to cum... and I'm going to shoot some of it over your chest, but then I'm going to put the rest of it all the way down your throat. And I won't be a nice person for a minute, and you'll just have to bear with me on that." I'll probably have to go back and revise the wording after this airs; I'm working off my mental notes, and it was a BUSY night. Anyway... it seems like I was about to cum, but then it was probably another four minutes of the same... and then I did cum. OMG, I came. It started with fucking his throat, and then I pulled out and jerked my slimy dick, and started spraying little spitting spurts of jizz into his chest hair, and across his belly. Then a little more. It went on for a surprisingly long time; some times I cum long, it's like a slow avalanche instead of an explosion. It was multiple bursts, for longer than seemed reasonable. I buried my cock in his throat all the way, and held his head pinned with my thighs and the back of his skull gripped in my hand as I roared out the rest of my orgasm. I held it until I could feel that he was starting to get the panicky feel from air hunger and shake his head side to side, and then I pulled my cock out of his throat with an audible "schlooop" that I hope the camera captured, and I helped him quickly sit upright. It's really easy to puke in that moment, and for some reason the first thing that came out of my mouth was, "Don't you dare throw that up." Which I hope the camera also caught. Honestly, I think my weird geeky dialogue is hot as FUCK, and I hope they leave all of it in when they do the edit. Then, he thumped his chest on one side, and belched loudly. Then he did it again, thump-BELCH. I laughed out loud and said, "OK, now you really are a sperm-burping cocksucker." 

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