Turnstile

I wish I had video of this one guy. We started in the sauna, he sucked my dick like a good boy. Didn't object when I pushed it into his throat. We played there for a while, got too hot, went to the maze.

He wanted me to fuck him in the sling, but first I put him on his knees and fucked him in the throat until he built up a good head of slime. He was good...VERY good. He didn't puke, he let me keep him right on the edge of it for several minutes. I wanted to do this... and, I wanted everybody to watch me do it. That submission is so beautiful, and I know that it's a challenge, and I love showing it off when I've got somebody who can do it properly. I was showing off my skill, and his skill, and it was a beautiful thing, like dancing to a song where you have the floor to yourselves because the music is fast, and you put on a show and you're RIGHT at the top of what you can do, and everybody knows. Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, the Hungarian-American psychologist with the mouth-bending name who invented the concept of "FLOW," points out that we only get flow states when we are doing work which is challenging, but just within our reach. His books are excellent, and I don't know if anybody has written about "The Flow of Fucking," but it's sure as hell a thing. 

After a while on the floor, I put him in the sling, and fucked him hard as guys watched and stroked. (see also: Big Dick Privilege; this was Sling Boy) I leaned over and asked him, "Can I hit you?" He looked me in the eyes and smiled and said "Yes!". I LOVE when they say yes. I loved that he didn't ask questions, didn't make a face - he trusted me, he knew I was going to hit him playfully in good ways, safe places; that I was in control of myself and of him. I played rhythm on his inner thighs and his chest and belly, the occasional fist thump on a big muscle, lots of bright loud slaps. It wasn't about a spanking; it was just adding some intensity to the sensations in his body, and displaying my domination and his submission and our connection. Mind you - this is a total stranger I met about fifteen minutes ago when he asked to suck my dick. I talked  aloud to him about his second hole, which we were both enjoying... And I kept gagging him with my hand to show him the snug feeling I liked in his hole. It made his whole body tighten up, a visceral spasm each time he gagged on my fingers, like I was pushing a button deep in his throat that made him do involuntary crunches, trying to show him how to isolate it deliberately, because he's clearly the kind of guy who will take that home and practice it, and that's a service to the WORLD right there. He had a piercing in his tongue and each side of his lip, and I enjoyed gently probing and feeling them, as well as his teeth and the inside of his mouth. And of course that intense tight spasm in his core was good for his own dick too... it was drooling, slapping against his belly, and although neither of us had shot, after a good long period of hard pounding, we kind of needed to shift around and rinse off. We were soaked in sweat. 

He was still keen to keep going. I asked if he would come with me to the showers, because I had some really perverted desires that I thought he might be able to help me with. I also wanted to fuck him in the shower in front of everyone while I spanked his ass with my hands, but that wasn't the kinky bit. I knelt him down and fucked his throat under the shower, going hard and deep, holding it in until he puked down my thighs. Again, and again, and again. Occasionally I switched back and forth to his ass. At one point, he was leaning across the showers, holding himself up with both arms pressed against the far wall as I pounded his hole, punching his low back to make him arch; I joked that he'd have to swing like a turnstile door if somebody needed to get past. He was pristinely clean and empty at both ends, so everything was perfect; everything that came out of his mouth was was clear slimy mucus, and the perfect lube to keep fucking him with. A couple of other guys joined in and stroked with us. I eventually shot alllll the way down his throat, holding him firmly by the skull. The crowd watching was mostly appreciative; I think some of them were grossed out. My favorites, always, are the ones watching with this face that signals both desire and disgust - it's this heightened mix of emotions where they're turned on, but also kind of hating themselves for it. I always like making those guys watch. And often, those guys, if they can keep the reins on the chariot well in hand, can be amazingly hot to fuck.