Mask for Mask

Last night was a Private Playground orgy. It's not a thing you can just buy a ticket to; you apply, and you get on a list, and THEN you can buy a ticket at the door. You walk in, you go to the changing room and strip off and store your clothes on a shelf in your bag, you go into the warehouse space and fuck. They are AWESOME, the guys are hot, the sex is usually pretty intense, and guys will do the weird shit. Like, at a disproportionally high level. You see more circus-performer level shit going down at these than you do at the bath house. You see occasional guys who shoot studio porn. You see everything from twinks to GILF's, but the hotness level is pretty good overall. Back when I used two-step at the Brazos River Bottom, we had all kinds of numbers that we would discuss about how the dancing was on a particular night.... there was the Fred Factor, which was the number of people dancing like Fred Astaire, divided by the number of people dancing like Fred Flintstone, expressed as a percentage. A low Fred Number meant danger of twisted ankles and people stepping on your toes. I think of things like this in the P-over-P number... the proportion of Pedestrians to Pigs. There are guys who come to them to just watch... and there are guys who come for the joy of performative, raunchy, demonstrative group sex. I'm one of THOSE guys. 

So.... about one time in four, they video record the party. They have the same pay-at-door, clothes-in-bag process, but each time you fill and sign a waiver, they photograph your ID and your signed consent form, and you hold it up to your face while they do so, and for me this time that means they got me with the raccoon eyes that filled in the black of my mask. I hadn't done it for the earlier party, but it felt more fitting for the Halloween theme. And I got my Husband to put makeup on me to go fuck other men, which felt like support and approval, and that's awesome too. 

This bit of video is from the Private Playground fuck party I went to back in the Spring. It ended up being recorded on my blog in two different entries: [see: Sperm-Burping Cocksucker, and Shrouded.] - the second one came so far after the first one, because of concerns I needed to address with the parties before I published (it was the bit about the blood) and I didn't want to get anybody in trouble. It was... a lot. It was a first for me - I've had bits of recording video of myself doing something, but that was the first time that I entrusted my image to someone else who wasn't actually part of the sexual experience (or a friendly bathhouse bystander, and I consider voyeurism/exhibitionism to be a kind of sexual engagement... they're getting off on watching me and jerking their dicks, just as much as I am getting off on showing off the boy I'm fucking, seeing how jealous they are of me, or of him... usually of him, with most guys. Most of the bath house guys, want to surrender control. But I distract myself) Anyway. I am really proud of it. I feel like even though I'm not the fittest, or the biggest-dicked, or the most whatever... I really lean into the intense fun of this experience, and it is, at least to the guys I've asked, objectively hot to watch, and it was hot as FUCK to me and the guy I was with do, and I enjoyed it so much you can hear me laughing out loud. I laugh a lot when I fuck. It is not a thing I feel grim or angry (well, usually, unless I'm role-playing) or sad, or grumpy while I'm doing, most of the time. Sorry. Where was I. This is me, having a metric fuck-ton of fun throat-fucking a hot guy at a sex orgy that's available at the Just For Fans Private Playground Page... y'all go jerk off to the whole thing, it's awesome. Tony shoots a gritty, hand-held no-filter bathhouse style of porn that feels more real to me than a lot of what I see even on a lot of Only Fans. And part of it, I know, is that I've fucked some of the guys - but also, I appreciate the fact that Tony leans into the weird. 

So... my trip there started off weird. I was going out with my beard styled with Lay-Rite paste, which has an intoxicating vanilla bourbon scent, and I haven't used any for probably two years, but I am letting my beard grow in, and it just seemed like time... so I have cleaned out in the shower, and opened up with the little end of the NJoy Eleven (did y'all know? OMG. This thing. I did not pay that much for it, I got it on a super sale somewhere, but it was still expensive, but FUCK.) and then used one of the Foria suppositories with the cocoa butter and CBD oil that I learned about from an amazing fuck I had at the previous fuck party, which I haven't even had a chance to write up yet, because I've been busy with too many other things. I need to have a writing retreat, but instead I keep shoving my throat down the throats of sweet obedient boys, and then I have more things I have to write about. It's a hot fucking vicious cycle. Just in case you missed it... those suppositories contain CBD and CBG oil and virgin cocoa butter, and they go in your thoroughly clean and dry butthole, and it feels like silk and smells like chocolate (and butthole, because let's get real) and you get this kind of relaxed and tingly feeling, and everything feels nice. It doesn't get you high, it just makes your butthole feel really pleasant, for you and your partner. It was a first for me, definitely not the last. Five out of five stars, will stick it in my butthole again. Thank you, that guy, and I will write about that beautiful fucking we had, but I have to get this one down because I've got so much in my head. 

I missed the exit because they've been fucking with the freeway ramps, and I ended up going a totally bass-ackward way, but I got there in time that there was still a line out the door. Everybody was struggling with the concept of "here, fill out this sheet of paper, hold up your ID like this, no, you have to sign it there..." and I tried to help things along by passing forms back along the line and handing out pens... I swear, I think that half the reason that Daddies have the popularity that they do in the current scene, is that we know how to take care of getting shit done. I'll get your paperwork handled, I'll call the guy and get it fixed, I'll spank you JUST until you almost can't take it, I'll make your head explode when you cum. We've got skills. The twinkie boys were standing around with their mouths open, totally not grasping how the form was the bottleneck, and the poor harried guy behind the counter. Anyway. Money paid, clothes stripped off, mask tied on, clothing and everything tucked into the bag. I'm wearing the mask, the harness, and nothing. I have poppers around my neck on a lanyard - "Always make it easy for boys to give you ass." With much of the fucking that I like, with either end, poppers help. They help him relax, and they can help to soften my cock, if we need it to get around the corner and he can't manage it. Then, as it re-hardens from the heat and the tightness and the friction, it straightens him out, massaging his soft palate and stretching his tonsils and his palate and arch. It's a thing that works. TECHNIQUE, I tell you. Skills, Daddy has them. 

So, first thing through the hanging sheets that make a maze of the space - it's a converted warehouse space, one of those things where one office is a little church that is fine with whoever as long as they don't knock on Sundays, and the one next to that stocks engine parts, but it's the kind of place where your mechanic can go there, but you can't. You know... little warehouse district. The sheets go up to the ceiling, and they're gauzy enough that you can see, through them, where people are moving around, but you can't see through. There's furniture - slings, a couple of platform beds covered with rubber play sheets, couches, a bench. Guys are already in by the time I've gotten through the line. I look around... and decide that I want to start out with the black paddle in hand, because they can always say no, but this crowd will have boys who will say yes, and I don't want to have to go back to the dressing room for it. 

The first guy I recognize is Cole, a big muscular Daddy with a beard, and a beercan cock. It's about nine inches long, and no lie, thicker than my wrist. He and his partner Brad had played with me at the last party, and I had particularly asked them to come out to this one, because I had so much fun with them, particularly with the bottom partner, playing with throat-fucking and slime. Also - you guys, I haven't forgotten it, I'm just skipping to this one, because I have all my notes on that one. FUCK that was fun, and again, it was last night! Anyway - I ask him if his partner is here, because the throat-fucking and slime play that we had done the party previous was something that I particularly want to get on the camera. I know it'll be easier while the room is relatively empty. So I find Brad - he's got on a jock that completely covers his groin, like it's loose enough that you don't even see the shape of his cock - but leaves his ass bare. On his head, he's got a pink leather hood - it's not Barbie, it's more like "I sewed this from her buttock cheek" pink... and the eyes and mouth are just holes hemmed with black. It's pretty intense. I tell him how glad I am to see him. I pull him to one side, and begin a little quick checking in; I need to know, before we get in front of a camera, what things are OK to do. I know that choking, which we had done before, is out. It's taboo on the streaming sites, or so I've heard, and he said that his husband is a doctor, and hadn't liked that I'd done that before... so we know that boundary. I asked if I could hit him, if I could slap his face, hard, if I could call him a faggot, a cocksucker, if I could speak to him with degrading and dehumanizing language. We are sympatico. I hit him with the paddle on the chest, the arms, the ass. I am raising his endorphins, getting him a little high. He trusts me; he knows that I know how to check in with him, how to read him to see when he's close to the limit, when to push. He tells me that he's had this hood for six years, but never worn it. I can tell that he means this is a stretching of a boundary for him, an expansion. 

I put my cock into his mouth, and he sucks me hard. I'm holding the back of the hood in one hand, and his jaw in the other, and I rock my hips so that my cock waggles back and forth, forcing his throat open... and making him gag hard. The cameraman hears me, and turns from what he was doing to focus on us. He's looking closely at Brad as he kneels in submission in front of me. He circles the two of us, the light moving with him so that Brad, as I look down at him, goes from light to shade. I don't remember which color this one was, but they were red and orange and magenta and purple all night... so it's some rich dark lusty color of light moving over him, modeling his flesh into shapes as I'm telling him the rules. I make very sure that my voice is clear, that the camera is capturing my instructions. "If you need to breathe, or to stop for some other reason, tap me like this (tapping on him) and I will pull my cock out of you. If you need me to slow down, rub me like this. Do you understand? Because, otherwise, I will let you struggle... I will let you shake your head and thrash and pull like you're trying to get it out of your throat." He says "Yes, Sir," and I begin. He warms up quick. I start fucking into his mouth, weaseling his throat open at the end of the strokes, and pulling ropes of thick slime out of his mouth. I instruct him to spit, rather than swallow, and after a while each round of thrusting results in a new gobbet of frothy spit, and it flows down his belly and down my thighs. His jock is wet with it. I have it on my feet. Some of the slime is so thick it stands up separate, like how cum sometimes will - it's chunky, like thin gelatin. I scrape chunks off him with my fingers, laughing as they wobble. I'm having Geeky Kid Fun with the bizarre texture of it all, stimming and autistic and weird as fuck. And I just keep going. I throat fist him. I smack his ass. It gets to a point where it's time for a break, and I realize that there is a pile - not a puddle, but a PILE, of slime on the floor. It's mounded up kind of like a plump tortilla, or if you've ever poured about a cup of thick pancake syrup onto the floor, and so I go and find paper towels and clean it up, because that stuff is slick as fuck and it was going to be a hazard otherwise. I can just see the police report now.... "I'm sorry, slipped in WHAT??" 

So we go clean up. I always feel like I ought to at least check and make sure that my cock is relatively fresh when I'm going from adventure to adventure. I wash my dick in the sink, I wipe down with a couple of paper towels, get some water to drink, and then I'm back on the prowl. Now... some of the rest of this, may come up out of order. There are a couple of things where I'm not entirely clear in my brain which thing happened before what thing... because it was all fucking awesome and I had so much intense fun, and there was just so much going on... but I'm trying to keep it in relatively clear order. 

I approach one of the beds, and there's a guy stretched out with his ass up. I walk over to the side, so that I am close to where his head is, and he leans sideways takes my cock into his mouth. I fuck his throat. I ask, and then slap his ass, adjusting to the light touch he wants. I finger his hole. Then, once his throat has gotten my cock nice and firm, I go around to his ass, and begin to fuck. I fuck him for a while. I go at it from a variety of angles, rocking sideways, hammering deep, holding and swaying. Just kind of warming up and enjoying the way my body feels fucking. It's good to be a top, especially in Dallas. After a while, he says something, and it takes me a minute to realize that he's asking me to let somebody else have a turn, and that's something that I totally understand, because I can be... challenging. So I wander into the maze again. 

There's a BEAUTIFUL compact Latino guy named Felipe here - I don't know his exact height, but I think of him as being like five-four, and he's got this absolutely stellar gym-built body, the kind where an anatomist could visualize the individual muscles with just angling the light. I've fucked him in the throat before; I think it was one of these parties before the blog started. Anyway - he's wearing kind of a spider-man head mask but it has green bug-like eyes, and it cuts off above the mouth because he loves to suck cock. He's got on a harness and this odd little crop-top thingy that just covers the top half of his tits. He's got clipped body hair, but you can tell that if he let it grow, he'd be thicketed with fur. I first realize he's here by accidentally backing into him and having him step on my foot, he's wearing some kind of athletic cleats, and I definitely experience them as an intense sensation. I'm not mad, though, he just didn't see me, and it's a crowded room. He kneels for me. I fuck his throat in a variety of positions - kneeling down, with his head hanging over the edge of the bed, and then on his side, and in that position he's able to let me go around the corner, and we discuss as I'm doing it how hot it feels, and why, how that tight space between his soft palate and the back of his tongue is just not there when he's hanging off the edge of the bed, how amazing it feels. I watch as the camera lights move around him, and I can name the beautifully developed muscles in is chest, the pectoralis major and the minor, the serratus and the oblique abdominals. I revel in watching him move as I'm fucking his face; I'm getting almost as much pleasure from touching and watching his body, as I am from the sensations he's delivering to my cock. We get to a point where it's time for a break, and we move around. 

A sexy, kind of cubby guy comes up to me, and says he'd love to suck my dick. By this point, word's gotten around. I'm That Guy Who Fucks You In The Throat. What's a guy to do? I kind of plant my feet, making it clear that I'm not planning on going anywhere, and he's welcome to humble himself and just kneel down right here if he likes, and so he does. He is wearing a spandex hood that obscures his features, but he flips it up to allow better access to his mouth. I fuck his throat. He gags. We do this again and again. He wants to get fucked, and I put him on his hands and knees on the bed, and I start fucking him. I realize at some point that I haven't even brought my bottle of lube with me - I've been fucking along just fine on throat slime alone. I don't think this works for everything, but it works for a LOT, especially if you're good at getting the right spit from the boy. We fuck. I fuck, and fuck, and fuck. I'm rocking my hips, and every place it hits him inside is punching his rectosigmoid junction, that tight second hole. I talk with him about it some, explaining why it hurts some guys, why it feels so awesome on my cock, why I love doing it so much. I pull out to put it back in his mouth... and it's shower time. We're messy. So I go and shower off, and he goes and showers off, and he is all apologies, and I get it, it's embarrassing, and you don't want to be That Guy... but the thing is, he did nothing wrong. He cleaned out his ass, and it's not his fault that I like to fuck deep and hard. But if you like to get your shitter split... clean out the deep way. 

I have zero anger or judgment about a boy who cleaned out and I made him messy because I like to fuck that deep tight place up inside. It's a risk I consider worth taking. And as we're talking, he kneels back down, and we're continuing to talk, but I'm doing most of the talking, because I've got my freshly washed cock in his throat again, and then the next thing I know, I'm fucking him. I have talked before about the Holy Spirit of Buttsecks... and this evening I think I've encountered his trickster twin brother, the mischievous prankster who revels in causing things to be amusingly difficult... and as I'm typing this out, the name springs immediately to mind, this is The Shit Stirrer. Anyway... I'm not gonna lie, it's top shelf hole. He does need to learn how to clean up, and he needs to get a shower shot, but in terms of having a delightful butthole to put your penis into, and a nice meaty round ass to fuck and spank... top marks that boy. I fuck it, and I spank it, and I just keep going. 

I don't give enough thought to the fact that he has cleaned up, yes, and this place has a shower with a shower-shot hose... but he hasn't been in there for half an hour. He's just re-swept the entry hallway, and the whole living room is still full of guests. It starts out just fine, but by the time I realize that things are not OK, there's a gumbo of throat-slime and fecal matter that has gotten onto the bed and my legs down to my feet. Thankfully, almost none on the bed or the floor. I clean up the spot on the bed and a little on the floor, and then beeline for the shower. Ick. I'm not into poop. It's one of those things where I can definitely draw a firm boundary around what turns me on and what turns me off, and it gives me a perspective to be sympathetic with, for example, guys who get disturbed when I gag somebody. I can think through, "So... what if you heard this, and instead of feeling hard as a rock, you felt the way when you smell a lot of shit on your dick?" But Ew. Eeeeeeeew. 

Fortunately, plenty of soap, rinsing and scrubbing, nothing was sticky or particularly gross, I mean, for what it was... but I get clean, and everything is fresh and in good order, and good Lord, man, I will buy you a second towel. So I dry off, and I go back out. Cubby boy has showered in the other shower, and again he's mortified... but I tell him that I knew better, and his ass is just so amazing that I just momentarily lost my mind and forgot about the risk of striking oil, and I enjoyed it all the way until we got messy, and it was not any failing of his, he was doing exactly what I told him to do. And the other thing - when you're fucking a sweet hot young Bubba who doesn't really know how to douche properly for a fuck party... it also means he's inexperienced, he's tender, he's tight. He flinches when you spank him hard. He's keen. His "Yes, Sir" is fervent. Sweet presumably handsome cubby boy, I did not get your number, so you'll have to email me. rubmybutch (at) gmail (dot) com. Or Twitter: @rubmybutch. Or we probably have eighty friends in common on Facebook, but I never saw enough of your face to even tell the police what to look for, aside from your short dark beard. We should fuck some more. You should douche more deeply first. I am not saying this in any way to shame you. I think of this as a thing that we should be able to discuss openly and without shame; the reason so many guys don't know about this stuff, is that we have these stigmas and taboos and we're so fucked up about talking about how our fucking assholes work. We learn to feel so much shame over feces when we're babies, and all that shit-fear gets stuck on our asshole-oriented sex fun, and we just have to deal with the fact that the asshole has a day job, and learn how to play the way we want with it, and holy fuck, dude, I'm not kidding about those cocoa butter CBD butt bullets, but yeah. FUCK that was hot, RIGHT up to the point where it was not. I enjoyed you. Thank you for sharing your night with me. You are a righteous bottom. And you color up pretty. :) 

It's twenty after three in the morning... this is about HALF of this insanely intense night... I will have to finish in the morning. Just brief sketch, and I'll fill it in later... 

Guy with the bunny ears. Sucked my cock. Turned and presented his hole to me - he had been aloof all night, not wanting to be on camera, HOT guy, amazing ass, nearly came fucking him. 

Bald guy with the tatoos. Made out. Fucked his throat. Had him finger me, massage my prostate while deepthroating my cock. "Do it like you're fucking me. Um... you're not getting the point. Do it like I'm fucking YOU." and he got the strokes right. I came in his mouth and throat, took about forty seconds to cum. 

Got cleaned up. Then talking to bald guy with the tattoos, started playing with him again. He wanted me to fuck him. He held his legs up, I asked if I could spank him with the paddle, spanked hard with the camera on me, then held his feet in front of me, and watched his face, and the camera watched him, as I sheathed myself in him in one long uninterrupted stroke. Fucked a long time. Laughing. This should be fun. Cock pulling out semen of other men. "You're the star." Came in his second hole. 

OK. So... the video that the preceding paragraph of gibberish is referring to, is now going to be below. I'm going to flesh it out a little. I'm going to give you the dialog, just in case some of it's hard to hear over the music. What you have to understand, is that the AMAZINGLY hot guy that I'm sharing the bald guy with, and whom I got to fuck in the throat and the ass, but won't have any video of either, was at a video party but didn't want to be on camera. Which was frustrating, because HOLY HELL he was sexy, and I THOROUGHLY enjoyed fucking him. Very briefly referenced above as bunny ears guy. Will flesh that out later, maybe. :) Maybe it just stays sketched. Because his taut lightly furred belly and his tight, tight ass were pretty amazing, but he was so skittish, and this was a party where a lot of guys were wearing masks, I don't know if I'd know him if I saw him. I think he did pull his mask off for half a second, like I should instantly know who he was... but how was an ordinary handsome young dude face going to compete with a slightly sinister sexy rabbit face? I mean, really? I see the ears poking up over the top of his head, as he's facing away from me as I fuck him on the couch. But the moment any camera would come near, he'd disengage and walk away. Like, schloop, right off your dick walk away. He was just so fucking hot, I'd let him do it again and again. And thank you, hot bunny-ears guy, for saying yes when I asked you if I could write about you. Because you were an experience I had not expected, and I was both honored and charmed. You're fucking hot. It was a privilege to fuck your beautiful butthole. I wanna spank you a lot. 

ANYWAY. THAT's the guy who walks away at the beginning of this clip. Bunny ears guy. See, how hot that ass is? Anyway. He walks away, and Bald Tattoos Guy stops sucking and stands up. I say, "Why'd you stop? We were just getting to the good part.... come on.... DOWN." 
"Yes, Sir." 

And then I start fucking him in the throat. 

He gets up on the bed. I thought I was going to get to hang his head off the edge and fuck him in the throat, but he throws his legs up. I'm fine with this. At this point he's already gotten me off in my favorite way, and I'm game for whatever he wants. I say, "Is it that time now?" and he says, "Yeah... "

I hold up the paddle, and say, "You know what time it is before that, though?"
He nods, and says, "OK." 
I LOVE the fact that I'm having a fairly sexy, fairly aggressive consent conversation, and Tony's getting it on camera. I have no idea who this random hot stranger is. I literally never asked his name. I enjoyed fucking him a lot. He was remarkably willing, a skilled bottom and an excellent cocksucker, and we had a lot in common in terms of enjoying just the sheer physical joy of fucking. I hope they caught the moment when he's laughing, and I'm laughing, and he says, "You know, this is SUPPOSED to be fun." and I said something like "Yeah; we're supposed to be having a good time!" or something like that. If the video comes out, I'll have to correct the text. But we're literally fucking along, just enjoying each other's bodies, my cock in his ass, and he's doing things like bearing down, or squeezing his hole, or rocking his hips... and I'm rocking back and forth so that my cock-head is wearing his second hole like a party hat, and we're just having FUCKING FUN. Like, it's pleasant to be good at the sex, and enjoying ourselves. And he made me cum really good and hard, but I'm not sure if there was a camera there for the first one. The fact that I can say, "I'm not sure if there was a camera there," tells you that I was really focused on what was going on. So... this is the second round. The first round was... kind of more intense. I hadn't cum yet at that point. Anyway. So. I deliver a few moderately hard smacks with the paddle, and then.... I know he's already warmed up. I've already played with his ass. I wasn't his first. But instead of warming him up, I just say, "Are you ready? All in one... " and  sink my cock into him in one long stroke. I was really hoping the camera would watch his face -it was really pretty amazing. I say, "I love that look." He's not in pain, per se, but I'm stretching him roughly, on purpose, and he is surfing a moderate amount of discomfort, and he and I know what we're doing. I fuck him for a bit. 

And then, suddenly the music fucking STOPS, like you're in the bar and they've just turned off the music that the help usually listen to when they're closing up after the bar closes, and they finally turn that shit off and crank up the blinding lights, so that the final lounge lizards will creep away in ignominy. And I'm not saying that I have both scored, and failed to score, in the ensuing "sidewalk sale" after the bar closes... but, well, yeah. I have. I have picked up a boy leaning against the wall of the old TMC that used to be such a delightfully sketchy little dive bar, with the section of half-collapsed flooring in the middle... and I remember slapping my dick on that bar more than once, because that one bartender liked my uncut meat and I thought he was HOT... ANYWAY. I picked up a guy there, one night, and literally PICKED HIM UP, I reached down between his knees and grabbed him by the ass with one hand, and grabbed him across the opposite shoulder, and hoisted him bodily into the air. But... I mean. Just before that, I had him pinned up against the wall out in front of the bar with the sheer force of my sexual gaze, and I reached a hand up to either side of his head, in a not-at-all-subtle aggressive move that didn't literally trap him in any way, but gave him the option of feeling trapped... and incidentally exposed my ripe armpits from driving from Houston to Dallas in a car with no air conditioning and a tank top. His eyes kind of rolled back, and he said, "My GOD you smell so good." He went on to explain he had actually hunted me down by smell at the bar - he noticed when I first walked by. We made out some more. After that was when I looked at him, said, "Ok. We're going to go to my place and fuck now." and did the comical cross-body carry and started walking down the street like he was some sort of wayward child. The queens all whistled and said, "Ooh, Daddy!" That was when I was something like twenty-eight. Woops, sidetracked down memory lane. Fun things sometimes happen after the bars close. An-Y-WAY.  In the video, I say, "Did we just close down the bar?" And then the next song starts up, and he says "Not yet," and we resume the fucking. 

There's a thing I sometimes find hot to do. The mushroom-shaped head of the human penis is designed to remove the semen of other competing males (see: Robin Baker's Sperm Wars) and if you hold your hand around the shaft of your cock, pressed tight up against the guy's hole, it can kind of pump it out. You can kind of hear it squelching out, and he can feel it. It makes suction. With some guys, it actually feels like it pulls their hole inside out a little. I say, "Can you feel me pumping the other men's cum out of you?" "Yeah?" "You know why that happens? So that when I put mine inside you, it's the last one you take home." 

Then bunny ears guy comes back. He plays with us a little. He's nibbling on me as I'm fucking BTD... and he says in my ear, "Go ahead. Do it, man. You're the star." 

I won't say that he makes me cum... but, it kind of brings to a conclusion something that might have drawn out considerably longer. Second rounds often take me a long time... and I'll also admit I was turned on by the fact that he was there being sexy with the camera, and now that I've seen the video, I can see that he must have talked to the camera guys, because his face isn't in it, and that's a cool way to handle it, Bunny Ears, and that was hot. And thank you for working around your challenge to be there with me. 

Went and got more THC, drank water. Cleaned up. Big tall guy just stops in front me in the middle of one of the orgy rooms, sucks my dick, then I fuck him against a couch, spanking his ass red. 

Go back to Felipe, and he starts to suck my dick, and then he realizes that it's NOT fresh - I hadn't realized there was any issue, but apparently there was, and I was mortified, but I keep talking and just keep my dick out of his way... I rub his body, he leans into it like a cat - massaging his front, and then his back, spanking his ass hard and then massaging his lumbar spinal erectors, as we talk about the power of throat sex and how awesome it feels together, and how much he and I both enjoy being touched. I'm tracing his energy meridians with my fingers, sometimes tapping, sometimes scraping with just the tips of my blunt-filed nails, other times broad strokes with my hands. Touching him is like playing an instrument. Then, I sit him up and show him all the tricks I know myself, on his own personal penis. I'm not entirely sure whether he has an orgasm, or a little seizure. 

I wander through. The cameras have stopped at some point; it's got to be well past twelve by now. I've deliberately decided not to wear my watch; I'm not watching the time. I'm trying to stress less about it. I'm pretty close to done - I'm not exhausted, but I've done so much fucking that my penis is tired and a little sore, and I'm going to have aches in weird places in the morning. I've had a GOOD night. But I just feel like there's something else that needs to happen, something that hasn't completed yet. I see a guy sitting on one of the couches in a skull half-mask, talking to Cole and this other guy. It takes me a minute, but with the thinning numbers of guys, I finally twig to the fact that this is Brad, having changed out of the pink leather hood. He told me that he was having to clean out the hood constantly because the throat-slime wasn't going out through the mouth hole, it was filling up the hood... but in a room full of guys in bizarre masks, you don't necessarily anticipate that the guy you're looking for has changed faces. I get introduced to Nathan, who has a lovely long straight penis, probably eight inches by five, which is gagging Brad off and on.  I'm pretty sure that I won't ejaculate for a third time; I'm just having fun. Cole tells Brad, "Suck the cocks you want, boy... suck what makes you happy," and Brad eagerly slurps on my cock, letting me fuck into his throat for a while, and then Nathan's, and then Cole's again. Back and forth, one after another. Cole pushes his fat beer bottle of a penis all the way into Brad's throat and then gives him some piss direct into his stomach; we never see it, but we all see and feel Brad spasm slightly as it flows into him. Brad keeps moving from cock to cock. 

At one point, I'm balls-deep in Brad's throat, and I say, "Try to scream. Just try. As loud as you can." He does, and there's no noise that rises above the grunting and slurping and gagging. The noise comes up in little bubbles around Nathan's cock, and more volleys of slime. I say, "Yeah... see? No noise. Nobody's going to hear you. Nobody's going to come and save you. And you're going to die in this cave when we're done with you, you FUCKING FAGGOT." As I say it, Nathan is punctuating my words with deep hard thrusts, bringing up the slime and making Brad retch. There's kind of an electric moment, and I shiver; the role play had suddenly drawn a deep breath, and it rang like a bell. Nathan says, "He's doing really good servicing my cock," and I say, "Yeah, but he's listening to me" - and Cole corrects with "No - he's listening to ME." I praise him and rub his strong muscular chest, and thank him for bringing them both to this party, and for sharing his boy with me, because he has given me a huge amount of pleasure tonight. Nathan gets more and more frenetic with his powerful thrusts, shoving his cock into Brad's face harder and faster. I'm fingering his asshole with some of the slimy spit, just rubbing the rim and fiddling with it, because he's projecting big top energy, and I don't want to knock him off his game. Cole is rubbing his balls and his chest. He cums, shaking in our arms and shoving his cock hard into Brad's throat, spasming hard and repeatedly, finally holding it in for a few seconds and then withdrawing. Then, Cole follows not too far behind; he strokes his mammoth dick harder and faster until he too cums in Brad's mouth and shoves it in. We all stand there huddled together and stroke and thank and praise one another, enjoying the sensation of a beautiful fuck well executed, the delightful energy of a team effort elegantly accomplished. I thank them all profusely. I am genuinely sorry that the cameras missed this; it was one of the hottest moments of the night, with three aggressive dominant men and one bottom with his open throat in complete submission. It was an awesome way to wrap up the night, standing in the company of some of the hottest men in the room, spent and happy.