The Redemption of Can't Take Dick

 This happened a while back, but I didn't get around to writing about it at the time. 

When you go to the baths on the same weeknight, you run into other guys who go on the same night. It makes sense; the night that's easy and available for me to go in my weekly schedule, is also easy and available for them. My husband is part of a local team thing (well, he was; he quit because the leadership was doing some shady shit), and he knows what I'm up to but he's doing his own thing and doesn't stress about where I am. That, and I'm not going to see his teammates there. I don't go every week, but probably two or three times a month or so, and for a lot of guys it's the same - so there are often familiar faces, attached to familiar bodies and familiar cocks and familiar willing warm holes. You see guys you know. 

There's a guy I've played with a couple of times; he showed up here a while back as Can't Take Dick. I sodomized his uppercunt until he made me stop, and then he and I shared a sexy bottom in a blazing-hot double-fuck that ended with me splitting my cum load between their two assholes... it was a good night. But what got jotted down in my mental shorthand in the imaginary version of my little black book, was "Nice guy... keeps trying to get me to fuck him; can't take the last inch or so of my dick." I wasn't opposed to the idea of playing with him again, but there was an asterisk that indicated that he might be squirrely and frustrating. 

So... because of where I am in my sexual journey, and where I am in my psychedelic exploration and learning to communicate more openly (that's a whole other blog - message me at rubmybutch@gmail.com if you want the link for that), when I ran into him a few weeks ago and he hit on me - I just opened up my mouth and told him about the blog, and about why I called him Can't Take Dick, and about how I've been exploring the whole psycho-sexual experience, and we just talked. We talked, standing naked in the hallway, stroking each other's dicks. His name's Patrick (of course, it's NOT Patrick - but Patrick was a hot guy I went to high school with, and always wanted to fuck, so he's Patrick now) - and we talked about how he's been under a lot of tension, and how he USED to be able to take a lot more deep-dicking than he's been able to lately, and he really WANTED to be able to, but it has hurt him up inside so much. The Dionysian piggy sexual debauchery that he's always enjoyed has been frequently painful and difficult, and it's been a source of frustration and pain as often as it's given him release and satisfaction. It was a deep and vulnerable conversation to have, hanging out in a bathhouse. We were standing in the second maze, the one with the sling and the benches; there were several guys watching and kind of gently stroking their dicks, listening to us talk. There was some anatomy and physiology, there was some psychology and even a little mythology. Some Joseph Campbell - new liver, same eagles. One guy knelt in front of us, going back and forth sucking our dicks as we talked; it was really kind of sweet. 

I put CTD on his knees, and I worked my cock into his throat. I made him gag; I made him splutter and froth at the mouth and half-puke. I backed him into a corner so that he would stop backing off my cock, and fucked his face while the guys watched. I did this for a while. What he really wanted, though, was to get his ass fucked. I agreed, with the understanding that I was giving him what he wanted, and we would return to what I wanted later on. This would eventually prove to be a lesson - be careful with giving bottoms what they want, because while often they may agree with good intentions, they can lose their drive and need a break and not be able to get back in the saddle for more throat fucking. I put him on the long bench, and started to work his asshole open. He had been fucked, and fucked quite a bit, and it was easy going to get into him - right up until it wasn't. I hit the expected sticking point at about six inches, and it was just not budging. I told him so, and I started to rock sideways. He grunted. I told him to bear down, to push his asshole down inside so that it would thread itself onto my cock like threading a sock onto a recalcitrant foot. We worked at it for a while, him yelping occasionally, me patiently and gently-but-firmly fucking, the guys still jerking and watching... and then he opened. It was like one of those videos where they show a water balloon bursting in slow motion; his second hole just relaxed, and it blossomed onto my cock. 

There was a lot of semen up inside him, and it flowed out onto my pubes and down my thighs; you could hear the wet smacking sound as I fucked him. It wasn't mine, it was loads from other guys who had fucked him earlier in the evening. I could smell it. He was making a low, primal growling sound - it was like the sound cats make when they're deciding whether they're going to have a fight, and he just kept making it. I just kept fucking him. It went on for a long time. He clearly needed it. 

After a while, we got to a point where it was time to shift around - I wasn't going to cum in this position, and I needed a break to adjust. I wanted to put him on his knees again and get my cock back into his throat. However, he was exhausted - the tension up inside him had apparently been holding that way for weeks, due to some stresses at work. Having it released had been amazing, but once the tension was gone, he realized how spent he felt. He was ready to go home. I am good at playing one in a scene, but I'm not a real asshole, so I agreed and helped him up and walked him to his locker.

We talked some more. He's a nurse, and so we were able to have a second-level conversation about smooth and striated muscle tissue, conscious and unconscious nervous activation, and the effects of psychological tension on physiological states of being, that I don't often get to have. I asked for and received consent to write about the experience in the blog. I know that any experience I have is my own, and I'm entitled to write about it - but I do try to get consent for anything where I dig deeper into the other guy's psychology. We talked about how I've been exploring sex and thinking and writing and relating to others through these various media. And then I sent him on his way.