Fucking Through

Some days I'm more upbeat and on top of my game than others. I'm an emotional, often moody person; I spend a lot of time getting stuck in my own head. It's kind of the definition of autism, at least the version that I have. This trip to the Club was a little bit of an emotional roller coaster. 

I had a weird week last week - I was really stressed out and skipped going, which screwed up my Husband's schedule, making him irritated with me, and that put me in a bad mood. Then I got the results from my doctor's office and had to get a shot, which is never awesome, but at least it was taken care of. When I get to the Club, I get settled in and set my stuff up. I played around a little with a new gag I've got - although I never did get to use it with anybody -  and then I walk around, and run into a hot guy before I've even made it around the block of rooms. This time, instead of telling him I need to make my reconnaissance lap and use the bathroom, etc., I decide to just roll with it and see where it goes. 

TIM: 

He's handsome - in good shape, probably in his forties, with a toned body and a little salt and pepper in his short-cropped dark hair and beard. I stop where he's standing in the open door of his little room, and stroke his chest with my fingers. He reaches out and grasps my cock, and it gets hard in his hand as he strokes it. I reach out and fondle his cock as well, although his focus is definitely on mine and not his. I had rubbed some lube on mine a few minutes ago - I find that if I don't, some guys will go crazy jerking it and it hurts the foreskin - and so it slides easily in his hand, back and forth. He turns a little, raising his eyebrows in a question, and says, "Do you want to fuck me?" Yes... yes, I do. He has a beautiful round pale ass, and I grind my cock up against it. We step fully into the room and he closes the door, and I rub some lube into his hole and start to open him up with my fingers. He's ready fairly quickly, and I enter him and start to fuck. We're very well-matched, he and I. He squeezes my cock with the muscles of his ass and his core; I rub my cock against his prostate, stretching him and pressing at various angles. I ask, and he's OK with me spanking him, which makes it even more awesome. I fuck him on his belly, on his side, on his back with his legs up. We both comment about how wonderful it feels. We fuck for quite a while - shifting positions, moving from angle to angle. He's really, really skilled. I rock my hips so that my cockhead wears his second hole like a party hat, and he's one of the guys for whom that's delightful rather than painful. After a while, I really do need to take a break, to stretch my legs and get some water and use the bathroom - I tell him that I don't want to stop fucking him, and I hope that we can play more over the course of the evening. He agrees, and I walk out to the restroom while he texts his friend. 

LANCE: 

I walk around, take a piss, drink some water. I go outside and take a dip in the pool, which is surprisingly pleasant with as hot as the weather has been, and then go sit in the sauna for a minute. It's not so much fun with the weather outside feeling like a sauna every day for over a month - but, there are often fun cocksuckers in here, and so I check it out. Lance comes in, sits for a while, and as he's getting up to walk out, I tap him on the hip, and stand up, and point to the floor at my feet. I'm getting him well trained - he kneels and presents his open mouth like a good boy. I insert my cock, and he sucks. I get hard quickly, and begin to fuck into his throat. I hold him by the back of the skull, palming his occiput, adjusting the angle so that I can navigate his soft palate. He gags hard and repeatedly, tapping my thigh when he needs me to let up. I really just want to show off - to advertise to the guys sitting here what I like, and what he can do - and we definitely accomplish this mission. I get surprisingly close to orgasm; I feel like I could cum like this, with more time and thrusting, although I often overheat in the sauna. I let him up after a while, and we walk out and shower. I talk with him about what I was doing with his throat, how I was manipulating his angle with my hand, holding his skull so that I could slip my cock past his hard palate and into his pharynx. He understands, and agrees that it was working really well. He's becoming quite accomplished at deepthroat.

TIM again: 

I run into Tim in the maze. I back him up against a wall in one of the passageways, and I ask him if he wants to fuck some more. He does. I ask if he wants to fuck right here; he seems to think that sounds like fun. I reach down and yank off his towel - mine is already over my shoulder - then I roughly turn him toward the wall, lube my cock, and just shove it in him. It looks rougher than it is, but it's a fun scenario, making it look almost rapey. He arches his back and I grind my hips into him. After some time fucking upright against the wall, he wants to go to the sling, so we do. I lay him back in the sling and he gets situated, and we resume. I love the way he feels in the sling, his hairy thighs against my belly; I show him several of the tricks I like to do, ways that I can adjust angles to make it more intense for each of us in turn. I tell him about how I like it when he squeezes his hole tight - because it pulls the hood of my foreskin over the glans of my cock on each out-stroke, and then with each in-stroke, the skin is peeled back so that by the time it is crushed up against his prostate, it's fully bare and all the nerves are sensitive and engaged. I squeeze my PC muscles, and the cockhead throbs inside him. It's a GOOD fuck. And then... I go too far. I'm talking about how the arc of the sling chains are so fun for fucking, and how I've been talking with an engineer about the differences between holding on to the sling, or the boy, or the chains themselves (and I'm moving my grip, as I say these things, demonstrating how each one feels different) - and how much that whole conversation turns me on, because it's not only about the sex, it's about the mechanism, and the thinking part. I think that what happens, is that he feels like I'm not present in the moment with him, and it takes him out of the sexual mood. He doesn't want to talk about it. Whatever happens, he's done, and wants out of the sling, and he doesn't want to explain. He's not mad, but he turns me down when I ask to play again later. It puts a damper on my mood. I go for another shower, and some more time in the pool. 

SKIPPY: 

Walking back to my room, I run into a guy I recognize from Scruff. He smiles, we hug, and he reaches down and takes my cock in his hand. I lean against the wall with my hips forward, a universal gesture indicating "You may suck my dick now." He bends from the waist and does just that, giving me head standing in the hallway. I let this go on for a while, enjoying the sensations of him servicing my cock. He's good. I gesture with the keys that were already in my hand, and say, "I was actually on my way to my room - it's right there - would you like to go to my room and suck my dick?" and he agrees. 

I must have done something that pleases the Universe recently - because once again, I'm treated to a sweet handsome highly-skilled oralist making love to my cock with his mouth for most of an hour. Skippy has got a mischievous, almost puckish energy, and although he lets me thrust into his mouth from time to time, he mostly makes me lie back and behave while he works. And works. He licks my dick, he sucks the head, he rolls it with his tongue, he licks my taint and balls. I play with his body with my hands, stroking his furry chest, running my fingers over his tattoos, feeling his tight furry ass. Apparently, it's off limits, but I play with it enough to get some delicious musk on my fingertips, and rub it into my mustache so that I smell his woody spicy scent as he sucks me. I spank it a little; he's compact, and my palm covers one whole cheek. 

I tell him how much I enjoy it. He tells me that he likes moans; I tell him about the breathing that I often do when I'm getting really good head like this, with the fast deep in-breaths and moaning out-breaths followed by long breath holds, and how the breath holds make my whole body sparkle and fizz like a carbonated soda. The breathwork is mildly hallucinogenic, causing red and blue dancing lights in my field of view when I close my eyes. I hit my poppers, and they add an overlay of their own hallucinogenic energy to this field of sensation and vision. He works a couple of fingers into my ass at my request, massaging my prostate and stretching my hole; all of these multiple sensory modalities combine, and I eventually have an intense shuddering orgasm and almost pass out for a moment. I realize, after, that I haven't ejaculated - I've been practicing the Tantric techniques that separate the orgasm from the ejaculation, and I'm still full of fire, but I feel like my whole body is a raked-out bed of coruscating coals rather than an exploded firework. It is AWESOME. I try to explain at least some of this to Skippy, but I know that I'm not at my most cogent, and he curls up with me and we lie together quietly for a moment. I explain that because I didn't shoot, it still feels awesome if he wants to keep sucking on my dick - and he does that for a while as things simmer slowly down. I put him across my knee and give him a few good hard smacks, something that I'd like to revisit at a later date. Good boy, Skippy. 

ANDRE:

I have some more down time - this time, I've got some text messages on my phone that make me feel like I'm not sure what's going on at home, and I think I want to leave. I still haven't ejaculated, but I've had plenty of fun, and I've had one amazing orgasm. I have a reassuring conversation with my Husband, and decide to go for one more lap of the maze. I run into Andre. He reaches out and touches my cock as I walk past him, and for some reason I decide that he's going to be next. He's not someone that I would normally pick up from something like Scruff or Grindr; he's broad-shouldered and in decent shape, but I would expect him to be more of a top just looking at him. He's decent-looking but not particularly handsome; I don't get the vibe that he would be the type to be submissive, but he definitely submits to me, hard, for the next twenty minutes or so. 

He pulls us into a little cubicle and draws the curtain. Without any conversation, he tucks his towel onto the towel bar and kneels. I rack my towel as well, put my cock in his mouth, and run my fingers through his hair. I let him get used to me for a minute, and then I start to push. He's good; he lets me thrust my cock into his throat without fighting me, but it's obvious this isn't something he does a lot. We keep working at it, him running his hands up and down my legs, playing with my balls, stroking my cock. I hold his skull with both hands, taking the occasional whiff of my poppers, and fuck his throat. Again and again, I shove into his throat until he gags. The slime is starting to drip down both of our fronts - my thighs, his chin, his chest. After a while, I can smell a little bit of the sharp sour smell of vomit, and I know he's brought up something more than just slime. I pause, checking if he's OK; he doesn't seem to be at all deterred, so I keep going. And going. And so does he. I hold my cock deep in his throat as he spasms and gasps and splutters around it. He taps when he needs to breathe. Sometimes I will pull out and use the throat-slime to jerk my cock. I don't get the impression that anybody's done this to him before, but he's taking it like a real champ. Finally, after fifteen minutes or so, I can feel the orgasm starting to build, and I make a point of getting it all the way down his throat - and I tell him to make sure that one stays there. 

He stands up, and uses his towel to wipe his face. I'm still hard. He arches his back, and I rub my cock against his ass, and he seems like he wants me to fuck him. I finger his hole, and he's both tight and dry - I ask him if he's been fucked tonight, but it's clear that he hasn't. I lube up my finger and start working it in. He reaches into a bag he has with him and finds a condom and rolls it onto my dick. I tell him he doesn't realize how special he is - I don't like wearing them, and I am only rarely wiling to do so, but what he's just done for me is VERY unpleasant for any bottom, and I really, really appreciate him doing it, and in this moment I'm willing to wear whatever he wants me to. I fuck him, gently at first, then hard, standing in the little cubicle. I explain to him that I'm fine with not being bare-dicked inside him - for me, the important load was the one that went down his throat, the one that he will go home and digest and use to fuel his body, swallowing my leche and incorporating my seed into his body, making me part of him. I fuck him until he wears out and I make him messy and we both need a shower. As I'm walking back from the showers, I notice a staff person walking through the hallways spraying some lemon-scented air spray, and I wonder if it's because of me making a mess.