Way Laid By Bandit
I arrive at the bath house, and tonight everything is smooth. There's no line to check in; the clerk is the same friendly guy who took care of me last time around, but instead of things feeling weird and discombobulated, everything is running on steel rails. I get the room I like; I thank him for taking care of me last week with the upgrade. I am smiling and happy. I get my waters, grab three towels because I kind of have things in mind for tonight, and head to my room. I get my stuff all arranged... paddle, belt, mask, hood, and cuffs laid out conveniently on the double bed, figure out what shade I want the light for tonight, a bright gold, and vape some THCa.
Once I'm all settled, I start the usual prowl. I get as far as the second maze, where there's a few guys gathered around watching this beefy guy getting fucked in the sling. The guys are mostly lining the walls; this happens a lot, when there's something going on in one of the better-lit spaces - guys will find a place where they can watch, but the shy ones will hang back so they aren't in the way. It's mostly shy guys tonight. I'm fine with this - I'm also not one of the hang-in-the-back guys. I want to see who's getting fucked. I'm kind of the opposite of shy, at least here. I step forward so that I'm not in the way of the action, not bothering the guys fucking, but making it clear that I'm interested. The guy on his back in the sling is hot. They're both hot, but I'm focused more on the guy getting plowed. He's beefy, with a shaved head and a furry, muscular thick body. He's got tattoos over much of his torso. I watch for a while, and the top leans sideways and then steps back - offering me a turn at the bottom's hot ass. I have been stroking my dick, so it's nice and hard, but I haven't put any lube on it. More and more, I've been avoiding opening my little handy lube bottle - I'll get it out if I need it, but I like to get it slick with throat slime if I can. I introduce myself to the bottom - "Hi!" and I run my hands over his furry torso. It's really only now that I fully realize how attractive he is - he's got a handsome expressive face, and he seems to like me too. This is going to be fun. I've met another serious player.
JASON. I hold my cock, and rub the head of it up and down on the entrance to his hole. I don't think the guy topping him when I walked in has cum, but I think somebody has... he's slick inside, with the velvety feeling that only comes from semen. It's almost like the velvety texture you get from making a traditional French sauce with a roux - there's plenty of slickness, but there's also a feeling like running your fingers across suede. He's not all wet, though - if the top lubed him up, he was sparing with it. I appreciate that. I start to push, gently but firmly entering him without lubing up my dick. I like the way it resists, making him seem suddenly super tight despite the fact that I've just watched him getting his ass banged in the sling. He moans some, grinds his hips and adjusts his body to make things work better, and then, kind of like how a landslide starts slowly but then happens all at once, I slide all the way into him, reveling in the feeling of extraordinary warmth as my dick is enfolded in his hole. Yeah, I was right... this is going to be FUN.
I grind for a while, getting used to his body, and then I start to deep-dick him, rocking my hips to wriggle his second hole down onto my cock. He rolls his head around, lost in the sensations. I ask if I can put a handprint on his chest, and when he says yes, I hit his left pectoral with a single hard smack that rings through the space and makes his eyes open wide. He breathes hard for a few seconds. I explain what I'm doing with his body chemistry - bringing up the acetylcholine, the epinephrine, the endorphins. A little pain is like a drug - hell, it kind of IS a drug - and he tenses and then melts, and I get down to serious fucking. I fuck him for a while. The guys around us are watching and stroking their dicks. I feel a little bad that I've monopolized the hot guy the other top was fucking, and I lean over, stroke the top's cock, and ask him if they're together. He's got a nice dick - not as long as mine, but thick, and uncut with enough loose foreskin that it slips and slides in my fingers. He's close to six feet tall, and although he's younger than me and his legs and torso are thicker with muscle, he and I aren't all that dissimilar; he's beefier than me; I'm fatter in the belly than him. He's hairy, but he's trimmed some of it so that it's short and rough to rub my hands over. I find out he's called Fernando. I tell him I don't mean to take over and steal all his fun... but he seems to be fine, and he runs his hands over both of us as I fuck. I hold the sling by the frame, leaning back so that I can jackhammer the bottom's prostate, rocking the whole assembly. I hold the chains and make him swing on my dick. I'm having a delightful time. I'm jerking his cock intermittently, when I have a hand free - and I play around with some of the Tantric strokes, shaking the rope, the endless entry. Fernando gets behind me, and starts to play with my ass. I'm fine with this - I love having my ass played with - but it does make it a little difficult to focus on the mechanics of what I'm doing. For a little bit, I'm in the middle of a sandwich, Fernando's dick going into me as I'm fucking Jason. Somebody's hands are roving over Jason's body, but I don't even care whose at this point, they're not bothering us, they're just sharing in the fun. I talk with Jason about how awesome his hole is, how much I'm enjoying it, and why I'm doing what I'm doing - although I can tell that he knows all about what I'm doing, and he's playing back just as skillfully. I pound his second hole, he squeezes my dick with his ass, and we are grunting and laughing and having an awesome fuck. After a good while - it's probably really only about fifteen minutes - Jason needs a break. His asshole is exhausted. I mean, I totally understand - I've been abusing his butthole pretty aggressively. This has been the kind of circus-act show fuck that I love doing - guys watching, me getting to do the kind of athletic fucking that I love to watch in porn, and I feel like a total stud. I help Jason down from the sling and he wobbles for a moment, then steadies himself. I tell him that I really want to put my dick in his mouth - he says that he doesn't want that after it's been in his ass. I ask him, "If I wash my dick really good, will you you suck it?" and he agrees to that.
So we hit the showers.
I point to my still-tumescent dick, and say, "Well, I washed it, soap and everything... you gonna suck it?"
He squats down on his heels and takes my dick into his mouth. I love this - guys are watching, jerking their dicks, and I'm running my hands over the short stubble of his scalp as he mouths my cock. As it hardens, I do what I love doing - I hold him by the skull and start to push my meat into his throat. Immediately he pulls back. "You asked if I would suck your dick - you didn't ask if you could fuck me in the throat!" He stands up, and explains that he's got a really strong gag reflex, and he doesn't want to puke. I apologize for pushing without asking - we've negotiated it pretty well, the way I pushed was kind of an ask, if that makes sense - a tentative physical pressure that didn't go too far, but made it clear what I wanted. I do this a lot. I've had some complicated conversations with other guys about whether non-verbally negotiated consent is actually consent... but it works for me. And any time there's uncertainty, I check in and use my words. I tell him that the last time I had a guy kneel in front of me in a shower like this, I was fucking the tacos out of him - that afternoon's Mexican dinner going down the drain so that he'd be empty and able to take more aggressive thrusting into his throat. He says he needs a break for a while, but he'll be up for more later, and we shower and towel off. He asks if the pool outside is heated; we go out and get in the pool and hang out and talk a while, not playing around, just having a conversation. Most of it is about how awesome it is to be able to come here and fuck around and have fun. I tell him about how I've been exploring all the fun options for sexual adventure, and we talk about discovering our bodies and how he's done some of those rough throat-fucking things... but with women.
There is an amazingly hot connection right after this with another guy - but when I ask him if I can write about it, he says no. So I won't. I need another shower - scrubbing with soap from my navel to my knees - and two fresh towels afterward. I respect any guy's ability to say no about our sexual encounter getting a detailed writeup, but DAMN, I wish I could tell you.
I watch a guy in the shower - looks like mid-to-late thirties, glasses, reddish sandy-blond hair, and a nice muscular body. You can tell he works out. I perv on him in the shower - I try not to make guys too uncomfortable watching them, but this is kind of the perfect place for watching somebody shower - we talk some, and he walks out of the showers, down the halls, and into the maze. I follow him. He leads me into a little blind end in the maze, and kneels down and sucks my dick. I've told him about the blog, and he says he wants to make it into the blog. He gives me top-notch oral service, letting me fuck hard into his throat, and he can do the swallowing thing where his larynx bobs up and down massaging my cock. I'm not ready to cum yet, but I have a superlatively good time. I don't remember his name, but I certainly remember the sensation of having my hands gripping his skull and my glans all the way down his esophagus. After a while, we both get a little worn out, and it's shower time yet again.
Then, wandering around, I notice a hot guy laid out on the double bed in his room - and after a minute, I realize it's Jason again. Apparently he's feeling recovered from being tired. He's got his ass up in the air, like he's looking to get fucked. I'm only at about half-mast, so I walk in and play with his ass a little. Then I play with his ass a lot. I'm making designs with the tip of my index finger, and then my index and middle fingers, on his prostate. He's getting so much sensation that he shakes - he doesn't ejaculate, but he has several of what I think were prostate orgasms - wracking spasms that move through his body and make his butthole clench on my fingers. I draw spirals on his prostate, outline it with little dots with my fingertip, make zig-zags down the shape of it... it's really fascinating to me, watching how he responds. I swipe it from side to side with the flat of my fingertip; I make vertical and horizontal stripes. After a while, his legs are starting to give out. I ask him if I can put my dick in his mouth again; I know that it's freshly washed and ready to suck. He starts to kneel in front of me, but I tell him that I will need to lie down - it's hard enough for me to refrain from thrusting into his throat in that position, but if he's kneeling in front of me, I know I'll slip and go for the throat-fuck just out of sheer joy in the sensation and ingrained habit.
What follows is an amazing extended slobbery headjob. He is good at it - he enjoys sucking dick, and he takes it to a surprising depth for all of his earlier protests about his gag reflex. I totally understand that there's a huge difference between being in control and choosing how far you go, and having somebody take over the control and push. I enjoy it immensely - running my hands over his broad shoulders and the prickly short-buzzed hair on his head, looking at the hot visual of his big manly body leaning across me - and feeling all the wonderful sensations as he works over my cock with his mouth. After a while, Fernando shows up, and Jason sucks his dick some too - and I suck his dick some, and then I play with Jason's beautiful muscular butthole some more. I show Fernando how I do what I'm doing - how I massage the prostate, how I spank the cheeks of his ass with a cupped hand, how I make Jason's eyes roll back in his head. I hold Fernando's hand, showing him how to match the shape of Jason's meaty buttocks, and we both spank Jason's ass. Jason is still kind of worn out from earlier, to the point where the tendons in his groin are aching from all the kneeling and thrusting - and he asks me if I can spoon him and just grind my cock into him. This sounds like fun to me too, and so we do. And then Fernando climbs on behind me, and we're laid out side by side, Fernando fucking me as I'm fucking Jason. I'm doing all of the motion, rocking and grinding back and forth between the two of them, and after a while it gets a little more enthusiastic than just grinding, but everyone's still having a good time. We get to a point where I need a break, Jason needs a break too, and so I go wander.
I run into Lance in the maze, getting fucked in the sling. It's Fernando fucking him. I hate to take away his toy again... but he seems like he's gotten to a point where he's not making any progress, and he readily steps aside. I tell Lance he's going to have to suck my dick to get it hard enough to fuck him. He sucks, letting me fuck hard into his throat, and I play around with holding my cock full-depth for time, because that's just fun and I enjoy showing off. I put him back in the sling and fuck him hard. He's able to take my dick easily tonight, which is often not the case, and I pound him to a screaming climax. It feels really self-aggrandizing to say that this boy is calling out loudly things like "I've missed this cock" and "You fuck better than anybody else I've had" - but he says that and a bunch more. I feel a little awkward with the guys watching, like I'm in front of an assembly having somebody reading a glowing performance review. Then, I take him into the video room and put him on his knees and fuck his throat for show, and end up sharing his oral services with a couple of hot guys.
It's quieted down from earlier. There are usually two or three little rushes of customers on a Tuesday night - one after work around six, one after dinner at eight or so, and then a later night crowd. I see a couple of guys fucking in one of the cubicles in the maze, and I stop and lean against a wall and watch. After a while, I recognize that it's Fernando again - and I'm about to take away his toy. Again. It takes me a second, but I realize that the bearded little cub getting his butt stuffed is Bandit. Bandit and I had a conversation previously on Twitter, and he's here tonight for some play with me. I play with the two of them together, and then I take them both back to my room. I turn on the light, fold up a towel for Bandit to kneel on, and ask Fernando to hold the camera.
I'm not going to transcribe the videos in their entirety, because... you can just push the button and watch. But I do have some things I want to point out.
I hand Fernando the camera, and show him how to start the video. I put Bandit on his knees on a folded towel and give him a quick rundown on how to tap out if he needs to. I start fucking into his throat, and when he gags and coughs up the first mouthful of slime, I explain, "Now, that will not stop me if it doesn't stop you," and I proceed to go to town on his throat. It fascinates me, that this stuff is made by the throat, so suddenly and in such volume. I keep going at it for almost eight minutes. "I'm gonna have to get you a dog bowl." "What I'm doing is kind of pulling his mandible forward, and holding onto the back of his occiput, to straighten out his esophagus" - if you watch a few different guys who love fucking throat, you'll find this particular grip again and again. It positions the bottom for the best throat-fuck alignment. The fact that it mirrors the posture a lot of us use to vomit, is really not a surprise when I think about it - that posture is straightening out the neck as well. After a while, I take some of the slime and use it on his dick.
This is one of those tricks that I like for throat-fucking. I take a couple of hits of poppers, which makes my dick half-soft. I explain to him what I'm doing as it goes. Once my dick is a little softer, I can slip it into his throat, around the corner where his soft palate and the back of his tongue make a tight narrow passage. I put it in his throat, and then rock back and forth as the slimy tightness makes it get fully hard again. As the cock gets harder in his throat, it straightens out and stretches open that tight spot - and I have to make a comment. "This is not nice. I am not a nice person. But I'm enjoying myself. Are you enjoying yourself?" He makes a yes noise, nodding his head. "I am enjoying myself immensely. One of the things I try to explain to people who aren't kinky, is that this isn't violence. And so I make a point of doing things like showing consent conversations and checking in, because I feel like that's responsible." I talk a little about my Professor Weirdfuck vibe. And, one thing that I had fun with - I have been trying to find some anatomy-and-physiology site that explains how the gagging response works. All of the sources I've found searching for terms like "throat gagging mucus" were, predictably, not much use. When I look for "Pharyngeal reflex mucin" I can find some of the pieces - but I want a chapter I can link to, and I can't find it in one place. SO... I consulted a physician friend. We had some conversation about it, and he says I've got the right description of why and HOW the gagging makes the slimy drool - but he didn't have a link. If you happen to know of one? Please leave a comment. I'm going to ask him if he wants to be credited with a pseudonym. That would be hot. Paging Doctor WeirdQuestions...
I talk some about how the pharyngeal response also triggers the release of neurochemicals, acetylcholine and epinephrine and endorphins... and Bandit gets really, visibly high. He hasn't had any drugs. It's just the way his body responds. I am giving him, repeatedly and aggressively, a physical stimulus that makes his body think that it's very near to death, and his system is taking last-ditch measures to help to ramp up his attention, reduce the distraction of pain, increase his heart rate... and try to clear his blocked airway to avoid dying.
The music has a spa moment, and it tickles me. A soothing voice comes over and says, "Relax the mind" and I echo it and then follow with "Produce the throat slime." I jerk my cock as I get closer, and then when the orgasm starts I make sure that it goes all the way down his throat. I hold it there until the shakes subside, and then tell him to swallow as I withdraw.
[My sexy doctor friend, or any other medically-educated pros out there who'd be willing to have a frank anatomical discussion with me, because I find this shit FASCINATING, this is the gagging, in particular I was referring to. I want to find some collection of paragraphs or something in clear medical language that I can point to on the blog, explaining what's going on in terms of the pharyngeal reflex instigating this torrent of mucus secretion from the lumen of the esophagus. I've found enough bits and hunted down explanations, and I can piece together the mechanism going on biologically... I can't find something with, say, diagrams showing WHY the throat floods with mucus followed by explosive coughing. This seems like it's got to be a basic thing-you-see-all-the-time sort of issue in emergency medicine; if you're choking, I know that it's a self-defense reflex where the body is trying to coat (and thus lubricate) any unfortunate piece of food lodged in the esophagus and blocking the airway - hell, my VET told me when my cat drooled, that it was because of the irritation from him sticking his finger down her throat to make her swallow, and it was part of the gagging/choking reflex behavior - and I know the cascades of neurochemicals that happen because the body is being subjected to particular stress pathways that ONLY get activated if you're in the middle of getting choked to death... except if you're into throat sex, and then it's like your bottom's happiest happy place, that weird "I know I'm about to die, but at the same time, I know that I'm deliberately submitting to a Dominant man whom I am trusting to care for and challenge me" vibe that you go into. I ABSOLUTELY ADORE watching Bandit get stoned, and then get unstoned, on the biochemical things I am carefully and systematically doing to his brain by abusing his body. The thing is, he goes through the come-down with his mask off, and you don't get video with his mask off. This is his first misbehavior on video. It is clearly not his first time getting fucked in the throat. He is Such a Good Boy for me. I don't ask him if it was the first time his lube-spit pile was red along the edges.]
After we're done, the towel that Bandit is kneeling on looks like I've cracked four or five eggs worth of whites onto it. There's a little blood, probably just from where my cock has traumatized his esophagus. I jiggle it with my foot.
When I'm eventually done fucking his throat, we clean up, fold up the wet towels, and go to wash off. I'll definitely be playing with him again. Before he leaves, he lets me put two brilliant handprints on his chest; unfortunately, the video doesn't take properly, so you don't get to see that. I shower. I shower a lot when I'm fucking like this - I always like to feel like my body and my dick are clean, if I'm going to be putting my dick in guys' mouths. I'm sensitive especially to anything that has a funky smell, but this encounter has just left me just wanting a rinse - the slime that Bandit brings up is all just clean throat mucus, and none of it is stinky.
I wander. I run into Fernando in the maze, and we go into the same little blind cubicle where I throat-fucked the sandy-haired guy, and I suck Fernando's dick. He's got a nice thick uncut penis, and just long enough to bring up my own throat slime. I spit it into my hands and roll his balls with it, rubbing across his asshole and his taint. I hold his dick in my mouth and massage it with my tongue; I roll the tip of my tongue under the skin around his cockhead. It takes some time, but I eventually work a load out of him, swallowing it down deep enough that I barely taste any of it. I figure I owe him that, after taking away his toy twice.
Walking back to my room, I run into this beautiful guy. He's lean, with tattoos that decorate his muscular torso and arms like elaborate lace trimming. A pattern scoops underneath and between his smooth pecs; another swirls around his bicep. He's got the kind of face that I'd expect to see in print ads: strong features, jet-black hair, bright white teeth that show often when he smiles. He says something about the maze being neat, and after a couple of conversational exchanges, it's clear that this is his first time here. Being the hospitable guy that I am - and, because I want to keep talking to him and touching him - I show him around. We stand close often; I bump into him some. We're both smiling a lot. We're doing the things you do when you're connecting well - mirroring body language, laughing together. I like him. After I've given him the layout of the space and walked him through the outside and the main maze, we end up in the steam room. He sits on the upper level, and pats the bench beside him. I join him. I kiss him a couple of times, and he opens his towel, revealing a beautiful big dick. I'm not one of these cocksuckers who measures and records every penis like a hunting trophy, but it's definitely one to notice. Thick through the length, and uncut. I work on it with my mouth and tongue, and with some difficulty get it to go into my throat. He's just gotten to the bathhouse, so he's not ready to cum yet - but I have fun showing him all the things I can do. I work over his cock with my hands, play with his balls, swallow him down and gag, making the noises that open the back of my throat. After a while, I get to a point where the temperature is going to make me unwell if I don't get out of the steam room, so I thank him for sharing his evening with me, give him a kiss, and wander on.
It's seeming like this entry is taking a long time to lay out, but the evening itself felt like I was swinging along monkey bars, hand-over-hand, going from fuck to shower to fuck again. I see Jason sitting in the hot tub, and raise my eyebrows to see if he wants company. After some awkward back-and-forth - I want to play with him, but I don't want to monopolize his evening if he's got other things (or guys) he wants to do - but he waves me over, and I join him in the hot tub. He's sitting up on the edge, just his legs in the water, and I put my arms up on his thighs and begin to suck his dick. Because of the amazing things he's done to my penis with his butthole and his mouth, I feel like I really want to show off - and he's got a beautiful big thick dick to do it with. I swallow it into my throat, massaging it with my larynx. I mumble around his cock, giving him that sensation of the air rushing up around the shaft. I gag up slime onto his crotch, and use it to play with his balls and his hole; although it's sore now and he's not up for more penetration, it still feels good to massage slickly around the perineum and hole. He tells me to grab his balls firmly and pull, and I do - then I lean down and do a trick I saw Aspen do in a porn, where I bite gently but firmly into the skin of his scrotum and kind of strain it between my teeth. He fucks into my throat a little, holding my head gently - he's got a lot of dick, and I bet he's conscious about not hurting guys with it. It's similar to mine - probably seven inches, but a little thicker. I don't manage to make him ejaculate, but he has several shuddering moments that feel to me like he's really enjoying the sensation, and I feel like I've bookended the evening, closed the parenthesis, finished a chapter.
I'm almost done. I feel... unfinished. Sometimes, I go through an evening like this, and it's very clear when I'm done, when the sexual energy has been appropriately spent, and I'm ready to go home. Tonight, I want to make one more lap. It just feels like there's something that needs to be completed. I had this creative/horny burst of energy, and there's just another bite left. It's like I've had a fantastic Thanksgiving feast, but I still want some pie. I had seen a buddy earlier in the showers whom I've fisted before, and that sounds like a fun end to the night - or sucking a dick would do. I go to my room and get some water; I walk through the maze. I go into the sauna. There are some guys playing around, and there's an athletic-looking younger guy sitting in the middle of the window. I can't see his face clearly, because he's backlit; he's got broad shoulders, pale skin, and a body that looks like he might have done track and field sports or played baseball. He's handsome, as much as I can tell in the low light. I watch him for a few minutes, and then I walk up and ask if I can suck his dick. He says yes, and I suck him into my mouth. He's bigger than I can easily take into my throat, and I make the moaning noise that opens up the back of my soft palate to let him in. He asks if I have a room, and if I want to go there; I tell him I do, and we go.
We talk some about the stuff I enjoy, and the blog, and what he likes - he's a top, he likes getting his dick sucked, he likes kissing. So we kiss, and I lie down with my head over the edge of the bed and see if that will open up my throat more for him. He starts off gentle, but after a couple of strokes he's all the way down my throat. It feels hot, but after a few rounds of thrusting I can tell that too much of it and I'll have trouble separating my gag reflex from the urge to puke, so we switch around. We switch around a lot, over the next half hour or so. I suck him sitting down. I suck him lying back. I lie down and he rides across my hips as I stroke his body and he leans up to fuck my throat. I have gagged up a lot of slime, and I use it to play with his balls. I'm just about to ask him if he wants to fuck me, when he says some of my favorite words in a sex situation - "Play with my ass." I already have all this slick slimy stuff, and so I lube up my hand and start playing with his ass. I get a finger inside and massage his prostate, doing many of the same design-drawing things I did earlier with Jason, and that brings him close. He tells me he's going to cum, and asks where I want it - I tell him I want it in my mouth. He squirts on my lip and then thrusts into my mouth, and I open and engulf his cock in my throat. I swallow as his cock spasms in my throat, milking the seed from it.
And THEN, I'm done. I'm not just sated, I'm wiped out - I've played hard, and had so much fun. I go home, eat some leftovers, shower AGAIN, and crash.
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