Continuing education

In amongst all the other action, this beautiful little moment was actually one of my favorite parts of the night. I mean, there were SO MANY favorite parts - but this had some real special energy, and I felt hot, and in a place of shared dominance and power, and I felt very fulfilled on an intellectual level as well as having my throat full-filled with a hot man's cock. 

I ran into George. [see also: A Ministry of Education]

And I told him about how attractive I have always found him, and how much I enjoyed our little educational interlude at the sex party a few weeks ago, where I taught him how to throat-fuck David. I told him about this blog, and how I had written about what happened, and how I had made guesses about a few things about his history because I didn't know, and how I wrote that I would totally suck his dick. He grinned as I told him about my guess that he came out later in life, but he neither confirmed nor denied. We did talk about how "kids these days" are so much more prepared for sex, better oriented, more educated. I told him about how much I love to teach guys this wild sex that I love, putting the skills into words as I'm putting my cock into their various holes. 

We were standing in the hallway at the bath house. His back was to the corner where you turn from the bathrooms to go to the dressing rooms; he leaned against the wall, and I gently rubbed his strong gym-built chest, tweaking the nipples just a bit. I talked about how hot I've always found him, and let him know that if there was anything he wanted, I was game - if he wanted to fuck me, if he wanted me to suck his dick, if he wanted to jerk off together or share a bottom - I was up for it, I was ready, and I was willing. He kind of laughed, and we kept talking. 

He asked me what I thought was the most important trick about bottoming. For me, it's about connection -  if I feel connected with the top, the energy is better, the arc of the fuck runs more smoothly, and the climaxes are usually close if not simultaneous. It's mostly eye contact for me; I have difficulty reading certain kinds of body language, and looking in the eyes really helps me. Then he rephrased - what was a key PHYSICAL trick for someone who was having trouble learning to bottom? He had tried it and had difficulty, not to mention that he'd fought it with some bottoms he'd fucked, and so I started talking about Dr. Carlton's "Butt Clock", about how the external sphincter was mostly under control of the will, while the internal sphincter, the one that always has to be "worked open" or "stretched out," is not under conscious control, but responds to lateral pressure. How proprioceptive neuromuscular facilitation stretching (PNF) can be used in the butthole - insert a digit or two, or a cock, and have the bottom "bite down" with his hole, squeezing tightly - and then let go as you press sideways and in - and it relaxes far more easily than just the stretch alone. I told him about how I always feel like the two of us cross paths like lions prowling the savannah... and how with David, I felt like I was a lion choosing to share my gazelle with another lion. He laughed at that one, but he had a hungry look in his eyes. He's played with David since, and they've explored some of the rough stuff I taught him. I talked about neurotransmitters, how acetylcholine and epinephrine characterize the feeling of being throat-fucked, that panicky, slammed-a-red-bull buzz... and how pain, like slaps or a spanking, brings up the endorphins, adding a dopey, happy, feel-good haze. I'm not just fucking a bottom when I'm in that kind of top space - I'm playing his body like a complex instrument, and it does very arousing things for both of us. I know that ninety percent of this goes unseen to anyone but the most informed watchers. I explained that I don't have any medical training, this is just stuff I've learned by reading, studying, and fucking a lot of hot guys. I told him about deepthroat slime - that mucus secretion that the body produces in an effort to lubricate whatever is blocking the airway - and I reiterated that I would be absolutely delighted to suck his dick if he wanted any. I wasn't trying to be pushy, but I wanted to make, and remake, the offer enough to ensure that he understood that I wasn't kidding, and he had my full attention, and I was game. 

We probably talked (mostly him asking sex questions and me telling him what I know) for almost twenty minutes. It was very relaxed, and sexy, and strangely intimate, standing against a corner in a hallway, talking about all this kinky sex. I didn't feel like I was talking down to him at all, but I felt like he was asking questions he hadn't found a good place to ask or look up. It is so different, talking from one dominant mature man to another - I love teaching things to submissive bottoms, but there's a special energy to communicating intellectually and erotically with a peer. 

Then, he straightened up and walked around the corner, leading me into the steam room. He sat down on the upper bench, untucked his towel, and spread his muscular legs. It was hard to believe that he was sharing this with me, that he was giving me some time on his dick. One lion serving another. I knelt on the step below, and began to work on his beautiful cock. 

I think he said he had come not long before I ran into him - he was plenty hard, but it didn't have the feeling of a boner that was in a hurry to get anywhere. I licked; I sucked the whole thing into my mouth, I opened my throat and let him feel me breathing around his meat, and then I began to swallow, massaging his cockhead with my throat muscles. I pressed down on his cock so that it gagged me, firmly and repeatedly, and I spat the resulting slime on his dick and my hand, working it over the shaft of his cock, his balls, his inner thighs. I told him about how this is fellatio --  the cocksucker doing all the moving -- whereas the stuff that we did with David was irrumatio - the bottom opening his throat, and the top(s) fucking it. My throat was producing copious amounts of slime, enough that everywhere I touched his crotch was slick - his balls, his thighs, his taint, his cock. I never did get him to shoot, but the texture of his cock got harder and softer, over and over again, responding to the things I was doing to it. 

Eventually, we reached a kind of decrescendo - it wasn't "all over," but it was time. He got up and was ready to go get dressed. I gave him my email so he could get in touch if he wanted to. I hope he reads this, and I hope he enjoyed getting his knob slobbered on as much as I enjoyed sucking his dick.