Throat-fuck threefer

This Tuesday evening at the baths was a super-intense experience, and there is a second beautiful but less rough story coming later, a coda to a prior entry that made me one very happy writer-fucker-Daddy dude, and satisfied my need to suck dick and show off my oral skills. It almost felt like the evening was pre-planned by someone in the Universe who likes me a lot. I didn't set up any of these hookups; they just literally happened, and OMG it was intense. 

I had a couple of connections with other guys before the main narrative arc got started. There was one guy in the maze who should have done more work in the shower; I had to explain to him twice that I wasn't going back in after I had washed my hands and dick. He was good at taking my dick, and he made it feel good - but it crossed the line when I had to keep wondering why I smelled shit. Another small slim guy got spanked and fucked in the maze; that was fun but not particularly intense. 

And then, I wandered into the video room in the second maze area. They've rearranged it, so that there are multiple video screens on a pair of walls that join together like an open book, and then the lazy Susan table pushed almost all the way back into the opposite corner. There were five guys sitting and standing up against the walls and on the lazy Susan table. I walked in and looked at the screens - it was a little overwhelming, actually, because each of several medium-large screens was playing a different porno - and I don't know which one the sound was with. I get it - everybody likes something different - but you are presented with this smorgasbord of writhing, thrusting, humping flesh... and it's hard to tell where to put your eyes. 

I looked at the guys instead. I've got porn at home; I'm here for human beings. And then this beautiful tight-bodied little smiling blond guy waves me over to where he's sitting on the lazy Susan table, and he starts to stroke my cock. This is Dusty. 

Dusty is SKILLED. Dusty has put in the time; he has done the homework. I didn't need to explain, or guide, or tell him what to do - he presented me with his hot mouth, and then his amazing deep throat, and then his tight little blond-furred butt. I did pretty much everything that seemed like a good idea - I fucked his ass, I put my fingers in his mouth, I fucked him deep in the throat, bringing up the amazing slime and rubbing it on his asshole. He was, quite simply, up for whatever hot perverted thing I wanted to do with him. At one point, I had him on, I THINK the lazy Susan, but it may have been one of the benches, his face down and his head hanging between his arms as I pounded his hole, and I decided I wanted to hit him a little bit. I smacked his ass once, and then again - not really hard, but hard enough for him to know that I know what I'm doing, and enough that other guys turned their heads at the sound. Then I leaned over and asked him for consent to hit him harder. The music was really loud. It took three tries to get a coherent answer, and I finally had to say, "I'm having trouble hearing you; I need to get an enthusiastic consent before I'll hit you any more. He raised his head up and growled "YESSSS.... " fading off to a hiss, then he dropped back down. And one of the guys watching and jerking off CLAPPED. Not a lot, not long... but also, not sarcastic. He was letting me know that he thought my insisting on consent was hot. And then... hit him harder I sure did. That boy's ass was so fucking beautiful, his lithe golden-skinned body moving under me, and now becoming covered in my red handprints.. and I got into a little rhythm: fuck, fuck, SPANK... fuck SPANK... it was a GOOD thing. He looked up at a guy standing next to us, and said something; I looked at the guy too, and Dusty said, "Oh, this is my partner," and I asked to make sure it was OK with him that I was sodomizing his man; he was totally hot for it. He told me, "Go for it, he's a pro!" And so we just kept going for a while. 

Dusty asked if we could move to a sling. We decamped from the lazy Susan and moved over to the side with the sling and the bench, and I positioned him in it. I started to fuck deep and hard, pounding his prostate and slamming my cock home as deep as it's humanly possible for me to get it. I've got a little bruising on my pubic bones from all the deep-dicking. I slapped his thighs a little, just to keep things spicy. After a while, he was stroking his cock, and he began to tighten up, his body becoming more rigid... and then he was cumming. And cumming. I kept fucking, helping him work it out. It was a huge load, and I ended up scooping up copious wads of it off his belly with my fingers and glazing my cock with it before shoving it back into his tight hole. He was content to let me keep fucking him a little, but then he needed to get up and go shower, and so I helped him down from the sling and sent him on his way with his husband. He said they would be there for a while yet, and we'd get to play some more later. I was a little frustrated, because I felt like I was just minutes behind him orgasm-timing-wise, but once my bottom has cum hard and needs a break, I'm not ALWAYS an asshole, and I usually let him up. He and the tatted partner wandered off. A couple of minutes later, I ran across Dusty in the hallway; I told him I wanted to fuck him some more, but he told me that he needed to wait a little bit because he had some bleeding - again, with the blood, I swear I don't have a spiked helmet on my dick or anything - but yeah, I totally get that. Bloody boys have special dispensation. And he was another guy who was cool with it - it's a thing you are careful about, it's a thing you watch and make sure things are OK... but a little blood, small amounts, more rusty than bright red... it's not a big deal. It's a common side-effect of rough buttsex, especially if you're taking a big dick. I never was quite clear if I had opened a fissure, or if it was from up inside at the second hole, which is more common. But, a boy who needs a break, needs a break, and I finally turned him loose and didn't insist on, say, more access to his throat. Which is what I wanted. I wanted to put him in that sling the other way around, so I could rock it back and forth as my cock violated his throat. :sigh: Ah, well. Another time. 

Then there was Lance. I wandered through the maze, and then I saw this slim Filipino guy who looked at me, and then walked into the corner booth in the main maze that has a bench, and just folded over and presented his little brown ass to me. I explained that I needed some attention before I was ready to fuck, and so I started alternately spanking (again, with the asking first) his ass and then fingering his hole. Deep. I am pretty good at knowing where and how to work the prostate with my fingers as well as my cock, and after a little bit, he started to arch up his back. He was stroking his dick fast, and he said, "Ohh... I'm spilling... " and he shot a load onto the bench. Then I stuck my dick into him. I love young obedient guys - he just arched his back and took it. No hesitation, no "I need to wait and rest after I shoot" - he just did what I told him. I fucked him faster, slower, hard, REALLY hard... the bench was rocking, and guys gathered around the little area where you can see, watching us and masturbating. I fucked, and fucked, and spanked. I finally asked if he wanted to go back to my room so we could do this with better lighting and a bottle of water and somewhat of a bed, and so we did. I fucked him in the ass. I put cuffs on him, and held them so that his arms were pinned, unable to move, and pounded him that way. I fucked him in the throat. He's twenty-one, and still pretty new; nobody had ever done this kind of thing with him before, but it seemed like every new thing was his favorite thing ever. He said, several times, "Oh, my GOD, this is the best sex I've ever had," and variations on that. He was having FUN. I opened up a lot of new possible adventures for him - he's going to be a serious contender. He was able to let me fuck him deep in the throat without any hint of smelling his dinner; he was able to let me put my fingers into his throat and get more slime to fuck with. It was a SUPERIOR fuck. All the time, like I do, I was explaining to him WHY I was doing what I was doing. How the acetylcholine and adrenaline were making him feel the jittery and fast part of the sensation, and the spanking and the choking was bringing up the endorphins which made him feel buzzy and euphoric. I explained why I like to fuck the ways that I do, what it does for my cock, what it does for my bottom. He took it all in. He moaned like an alley-cat in heat; he was yelping and groaning. I taught him about controlled hyperventilation, and then had him kneel and deep-breathe with me, and then I demonstrated by shoving my cock aaaaalll the way in his throat and holding it there for maybe half a minute at a time, how it would improve his deepthroat game with practice. I told him about Wim Hof. 

After a while, someone came and pushed aside the guys standing in the hallway, and knocked on the open door. He was wearing clothes, which means he was with the management. He told us, "Y'all need to keep it down; you're being too loud." This is a first for me; I've never been scolded for fucking a bottom and making him noisy. I've been scolded at the baths for other things, but that was novel. As far as reprimands go, "You're fucking your bottom too good and making him moan with delight" is one that I'll take, thank you. Then we fucked more quietly, and I made a mental note to add the ball gag to the traveling kit. I asked him if he wanted me to use the belt or the paddle to hit him; he said just the hand for now. So I took the belt and showed him a couple of different ways we could use it to help optimize our fuck, giving me a handle to grasp him with, or to help him keep me deep in his hole. The floor was slippery with a little lube and a lot of throat slime, so I needed the belt to help stabilize things. I choked him out a little, showing him how that went from sparkly, to browning out, to falling asleep, to waking up with this man aggressively railing your asshole. 

At one point, this hot muscular young Black man came in, and watched for a while, and then hopped up onto the bed. He asked if I wanted him to hold the camera to get some video; I turned the camera on and passed it to him. I didn't unlock the phone. He took the minute of video that was in last night's post [see also: He earned being called a pig. https://rubmybutch.blogspot.com/2023/05/he-earned-being-called-pig.html]. I used the boy like a demo model, showing the Black guy how beautifully he was taking dick, how I liked to put it allll the way in, and how I worked the throat slime out of him. I held it up in my fingers, showing it off. I wish the guy hadn't handled the phone quite so much; he got fingerprints on the lens, and then he turned the light on, so the video was blurry. You can still hear me narrating quite clearly, though - and it's hot as fuck despite being blurry. Besides - with blurry, I don't have to crop it or blur to hide Lance's face. The Black guy asked if I would unlock the phone so he could use it; he wanted to look at porn. I told him, there's porn playing on the screen right over my head, and I'm right here fucking this amazingly hot boy... why do you need MORE porn? It turns out that he's mostly straight; he tried to sell us on how hot it would be if he could jerk off to some specific big-titty porn video while we watched his admittedly hot body, and he would get all slippery with lube and then he'd cum a lot. I explained that I was currently busy deep-dicking this sweet kid on my bed, and I didn't need that right now. He was indignant; apparently, this sales pitch is usually a winner. I finally had to tell him, point blank, to get out. And he did. 

Then, Dusty showed back up. After he watched from the doorway for a few minutes as I pounded Lance at alternating ends, I smiled and waved him in. I told Lance that Dusty and I had unfinished business, and then proceeded to give Dusty some really intense throat-fucking. There was more inter-position changing: mouth, ass, switch boys... and at one point, I had them both on the bed, heads toward me, so that I could go from one throat to the other, carrying trails of slime. I was one FUCKING happy Daddy. Two beautiful boys, each of whom would allow me to fuck him in his mouth, his throat, his ass, and his deep second hole... I felt like I was at one of those Argentinian restaurants where the hot guys just keep bringing you meat. Any truly skilled good boy has four holes for a man with a big dick. I explained this, out loud... "Good boys have two holes at each end, one is hidden deep inside where a lot of guys can't reach it... and this is evidence that God loves gay men with big dicks, and wants us to be happy." We all laughed, but at the same time they knew it was the truth. And they both clearly lived for big dicking. 

When I started to get close, I put Dusty on the floor on his knees, and really went to town on his throat. At the end, I explained what I was going to do - shoot my load down his throat - and I explained to Lance why Dusty got this one, because I had wanted to breed him earlier but he needed the break. I had an AMAZING orgasm - I want to see one of the shaky ones on video some day, because it's like a controlled grand-mal seizure, with my body shaking all over and loud noises coming out of my mouth. After I was done with the aftershocks, I pulled Dusty up to his feet, and hugged him and told him what a SUPERB time I'd had... and then his partner was there, too, and I thanked them for sharing their evening with me. Dusty stepped out into the hall, and I went with him. Behind me, I barely noticed that a tall guy who spoke in a foreign language and looked possibly like he might be from India, but might be from Pakistan or some other nation over there - beautiful, slim guy with curly long hair and a beard. Anyway. He had been standing there watching the whole thing, and took advantage of Lance being unoccupied to practice his own throat-fucking. I said, "Apparently I'm running a hotel." I told Dusty about the blog, and asked permission to include him; he was hot for it, and I told him my number as he typed it into his phone. He asked if I came... I said, "Didn't you see the part where my whole body looked like it was going to fly apart?" He said, "Yeah... but I didn't taste it in my mouth." I showed him the last traces of jizz still dribbling from my piss slit, and explained, "I didn't PUT it in your mouth. It went directly down your throat into your stomach - I love that, when I can get it in you so deep that you don't have the option to do anything but have it go straight into your belly, you don't even have to swallow, and there's no way you can spit." We had a laugh and decided that was plenty hot, and he went on his way smiling. 

I turned back to the room, and the slim foreign guy pulled his cock out of my boy and left. And... we resumed. I am not exaggerating when I say that I probably fucked this sweet boy for well over two hours all told. And I taught him about all kinds of things - how the musculature of his throat worked to massage the glans of my cock; how air hunger would eventually force him to either pass out or vomit, if I kept my cock in his throat all the way; how this connection between Daddy and boy, this older-man/younger-man thing has been a thing since there have been men fucking men - because it's not just about domination and submission, it's about someone who's done the work, delivering dick by the mile seven inches at a time, and learning all this stuff, passing it on to someone who's never even heard of his second hole. I drew anatomy diagrams on his belly with my fingers to show him where the intestines go, while at the same time my cock was inside him rearranging them. Finally, I started to build up to the second orgasm, and I put him on the floor, and after some brutal thrusting into his esophagus, I held it full-depth and unloaded. We broke up and went to the showers, and kept talking; he followed me around some, but then he needed to go, and went to his locker and got dressed. 

He came back to my room, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants - he got on the bed and pulled the sweatpants down and asked me to spank him some more. So I did that - even after an exhausting second orgasm, I'm happy to spank. And of course, that made my dick stiff, and then I fucked him some more, just to make sure it stuck. I was kind of doing a victory lap - I wasn't in a hurry, I wasn't going to get off, but it just felt beautiful to stroke my dick in and out of that slender little ass, and spanking him hard with my hands as I did it. Then, finally, after more hanging out talking, he took off. I'll definitely fuck that boy again, and if I can, I'll show other men how to fuck him - how to bring the slime to his throat, how to hit him, how to choke him unconscious. The thing is, this isn't about abuse. It's about an intense, earth-shattering experience for both parties. I know that according to him, Lance came at least twice beyond the one in the maze; he went into spasms and tight-bodied shaking so much, I couldn't tell when he was cumming and when he was just enjoying my cock a lot. He won't be satisfied as easily with gentle lovemaking any more; I hate to say I have ruined him for lesser tops, but I have ruined him for lesser tops. 

Then... I was exhausted. I texted my husband, and told him that I was trying to decide if there was a third narrative arc in my metaphorical nutsack, and I was pretty sure there wasn't. I had two explosive orgasms with something like five hours all told of intense play - and my body was tired. I went to shower, and you know, just make one last walk-through. In case I'd missed something. You know that feeling where something's not complete, where there's still tension in the air? I knew I was physically almost exhausted, that my dick was pretty much spent... and then I saw the third guy. I had the permission-to-publish conversation with him. He goes by Pup Busco, and he asked me to use that name for him. I think it's a hot extra note for some of the guys - they may have a fantasy about being some other person, and this gives some space for that. 

He was on his hands and knees up on his bed, but at an angle - some guys do this so directly ass-toward-doorway that there is no way to see their faces. With being on the spectrum, it's difficult enough for me to read a guy to see how he feels; take away the face, and not only is there no way to communicate and make eye contact, but there's also no way to put my penis in one of my favorite places. This guy was angled so that he could get fucked, but he could also see. When I stepped in, he immediately turned his body around kind of like a bulldog, and then reached up and turned his ball cap around - and I knew it was the third scene in this particular evening's throat-fuck-threefer. He's muscular and beefy, a big hairy guy with a strong thick ass. As he sucked on my dick, I asked if I could spank it - and he said yes (I LOVE when they say yes) - and I did. And then I started putting my cock further into his throat. Pup Busco... well, Lance is a newbie with a lot of natural ability. Dusty is a trained professional (with the way his partner kept joking about it, I'm not sure if he makes actual money for sex, or just sucks dick like it owes him money...) but Busco is a harcore pig. Oh my GOD, he let me do ALL the fun stuff. I fucked him in the throat with him on his knees at my feet, I spanked his ass as I fucked into his throat as he stretched forward on the bed. I turned him on his back, and pounded into his throat while I watched his body pull up and buckle with air hunger. He had a beautiful geometric shoulder sleeve tattoo on one side, and he wore a jockstrap. I saw his dick flop out to the side some, but it was not what I was there for. He let me reach my fingers all the way into his throat, rubbing the muscular back of his tongue to make him gag hard into my hand, and then I would pull out the ropy strings of throat slime to stroke my cock with. It was FUCKING HOT. At one point, as I was alternating fucking into his deep throat with stroking my cock with his slime, I started to explain: "I've got a particular kinky fetish....." and he laughed and interrupted, "Ya THINK?" and I had to tell him, "Let me finish. The part up until now has not been the kinky part. When I cum... and I'm going to cum... I will want to put it all the way down your throat." He seemed OK with this, and so the train rumbled on toward orgasm. I had to wrangle this one a lot - this is often the case at the end of the night - and I had him use his throat-slime to lube up and play with my balls and the outside of my asshole. Finally, it happened. I came. There was almost no semen, because Daddy's dick was EXHAUSTED, but there was some... and once it started, true to my word, I shoved my cock all the way in, and held him by the skull until the shaking stopped. 

And THEN, I thanked him for an amazing time, asked his permission to include his story, and went and picked up my room and went home. 

My dick is still sore.