Peristalsis

 Tonight starts out with a hot guy I have talked to before, but haven't ever really played with. He's dark blond, probably mid-forties, and handsome with the kind of smile that says he probably is used to getting along with almost everybody he meets. He's charming. I tell him my name; he says to call him Steve. We meet in the sauna, and there are a bunch of guys; some are stroking their dicks, a couple are sucking. I tell Steve that it's good to see him again; he tells me that he's been reading my blog, which kind of fascinates me - because it means he knows all the stuff that I'm interested in, and he's read up about several things he's never tried - deepthroat, slime, gagging. I like this - a hottie who's done the homework. Previously, he's always seemed a little stand-offish - like he would see some action starting in the maze, and he'd drift away like he didn't want to get involved. Tonight, though, he seems a lot more friendly. I offer to suck his dick, and he agrees; I sit on the unfinished redwood bench in the sauna, and lean forward so I'm at a good level with his crotch. He's got a beautiful penis - a little longer than mine, but substantially thicker, and ramrod-straight. It feels amazing in my throat, and I show off, swallowing it and working the head with my tongue and the muscles of my throat to make him moan, gagging a few times, making slime and drooling it onto his dick, jerking him with it, and taking some to jerk my own dick as well. I ask him back to my room, and we go there and play with the door open - so that we can show off, but also be in control of the company and if anyone joins in. After a while, though I'm so focused on the fun we're having, that I don't notice the hallway much at all. Some guys watch, some guys just walk by. I suck him, to the point that he tells me he doesn't want to cum yet, and he has to hold his cock tight and squeeze the head to prevent an early end to his evening. He has on a ball spreader, and tells me he likes having them stretched and roughed up; I take them both into my mouth, I chew on the skin, I smack them some. We work on opening his throat, teaching him the practical side of what he's read in theory in my blog. We do a hit of poppers... and then everything goes sideways. 

He is sitting up on the edge of the bed, so that I can easily get his cock into my throat - and I've been taking him so deep in my throat that it looks like I'm eating pussy. All you can see is my lips massaging his bush, until I withdraw slowly up his glistening rock-hard dick. I work my tongue on the underside of his cock, pressing the tip of my tongue up and forward, so that my throat opens fully. Then the poppers apparently hit him hard - I'm guessing he may also have some Tadalafil or Sildenafil in his system - and as I stand up to kiss him, he slumps against me, passing out. I hold him upright, and gently, then with more force, I pat his face. Come on, dude, snap out of it - I recognize syncope when I see it, and I keep trying to get him to wake back up and come back to full consciousness. He is still breathing well if somewhat raggedly, and his pulse stays strong, and he's not seizing or having any other obvious distress - after a minute or so, he opens his eyes and focuses on me. I ask if he's OK, tell him he scared me - he tells me he's having an awesome time, he feels great... and then he slumps again. His body relaxes, and he empties his bladder down both of our legs - fortunately right onto the towel I have on the floor for whoever needs to kneel. I lay him back, and he wakes up more fully. After a couple of  minutes of talking and sorting things out, he is fully upright and I walk him to the showers. I go to get fresh towels and drop off the soiled ones, and when I get back, he's gone. I hope he headed home, and hey - if you're that dude, please get in touch, and let me know how the rest of your evening went. I did check in with my doctor friend (I love being able to say that I've got a consulting physician for my freaky sex blog) and he says: if someone passes out, lay him on his back, get his feet above his heart, loosen any tight clothing or belts (so easy to do when you're naked!) and that it becomes a 911 issue if the person is totally unresponsive, has a seizure, or doesn't come around within a few minutes. I have seen other guys unwell for their drugs at the bath house before, but this is the first time it's happened in my room. It's a scary few minutes, but I feel like I handled it calmly and rationally. I shower, walk around, shake it off.

I hope I get to run into Steve again... with my sexy imagination and our two massive penises, we could totally terrorize the bathhouse, and make Eiffel Tower struts out of hot studly vers tops. I love that game. So many vers top guys... they want the opportunity to get fucked, when they know they're looking at someone who will do the job right. It's a bath house - and guys calibrate their expectations accordingly. Guys who might otherwise snub me because I'm just not Quite Hot Enough at something like a sex party, because there's such an embarrassment of riches in the delicious dick department... but they'll jump on my cock because I'm big (ish) and I'm hard and I clearly know what I'm doing, and I end up doing The Weird Stuff, the stuff that I was thinking, hey, maybe one bottom in thirty would let me do... no, it's like half. At least... it's about half by the time I've taken a few minutes to (a) show him, using my throat and his personal penis, how that feels... and (b) explain in detail the maneuver that I'm doing to the shaft of his penis using the musculature of my palate and larynx, and y'all, I just learned new shit about the peristaltic waves... I need to make a paragraph break, because this got kind of crazy. 

I've FELT them, the peristaltic waves, but it makes so much fucking sense. If you swallow a bolus of food, it is pushed down in a peristaltic wave, a rippling of the esophageal muscles, like squeezing sausage down a casing with your fingers. And it goes from your esophagus to your stomach, badum ching, digestion. But... if a bolus of food is STICKY, or RESISTS SWALLOWING, like what happens when you get a too-big bite of something and you can't close your mouth properly to swallow, but there's something in the tube that needs your attention... ALERT, ALERT, DANGER... you get peristaltic waves AT THE POINT OF DISTENTION. 

I'm going to have to find that fucking video again, because it was so perfect. [found it, obviously] OK, fuckers. This. I got hard watching this. Because... I was picturing, "And here's where my dick goes." Because, after you've been doing this for a while, and you're trying to actually figure out the anatomy... you realize that picture that's supposed to be an MRI of a guy sucking dick, or some such, but it's a fucking ART PIECE... you realize that the artist had some good information, and some bad information, because, that dick is IN THE AIRWAY, and if that's happened, that guy's probably giving his last blowjob. 

Hot image... troubled anatomy

I mean... it is SO FUCKING FREAKY to reach my finger inside a guy's throat, stroke his epiglottis, and realize that I'm touching the inside of his trachea for a second. If he moans or tries to talk, I feel the vibration of his larynx at literal first hand. It's... a thing. I don't make boys take that for more than a few seconds, most of the time; it's BRUTAL. It's the sensation of "you've got something stuck down the wrong pipe, like when you choked on that corn chip, you drunken FUCK," and it's really not pleasant, but it is such a beautiful test of a boy's submission. ANYBODY gags. And if they don't, they're probably on something that would make me leery of doing this kind of play, like fucked up beyond feeling. But so far... everybody, every single one, gags when I'm stroking his epiglottis with the tip of my middle finger. And, when I've got my dick buried in his esophagus, past the musculature of the soft palate, and into the esophagus itself... and you FEEL THE FUCKING PERISTALSIS. You feel the muscular contraction of the esophagus as he's trying to swallow your dick to clear his airway. JESUS CHRIST ON CRUTCHES, it's intense. I'm, um, stoned, and writing this with a throbbing cock, so you'll pardon the rather... rough language. And when he's got your cock in his throat, his epiglottis is pressed shut from the side, and as the video says, "Respiration is temporarily inhibited." Which, in regular dom-top language, means, "Your cocksucker is totally unable to breathe." So he's getting hypercapnic, and it's pushing toward physiological panic, and you see guys kind of twitch and re-assert their willpower to avoid jerking violently off the dick. This. THIS makes me happy. It makes me proud of them. That's TOUGH TO DO. 

See? This is live MRI of someone talking. And you THINK you see the space where your dick will go - that dark space below the tongue - but that's the trachea in the front that's black. Your dick gets sheathed in the esophagus, which is flat and solid white in this image because it's empty, and it's right against the spine. It's like a firehose - if it's not got something going through it, it's empty and flat, compressed by other tissues. When something fills it up, it's temporarily the shape of whatever lumpy thing you are swallowing, depending on how well you've chewed your steak, say, or your broccoli... or how TOTALLY UNCHEWED my thick meaty penis is, and it keeps making your body feel like you've accidentally gasped in surprise while taking a big bite from your apple, and you've got something LODGED in your throat. This is a situation that the body treats as an emergency, because it has to protect the airway or die of hypoxia. This, technically, would be choking. The thing you do with your hands on the side of a boy's neck, technically, is strangling, although usually strangling is blended together with ligature, and this isn't that. It's tricky to keep them separate, because often multiple variations are happening in a long scene, and "choke" is the word guys want to hear. But you would CHOKE to death on the dick. That's the risky part. The part where you trust me to pull it out before you lose consciousness, and/or die. The thing I always repeat - anybody who gets you naked and relaxed, has you in a vulnerable position. This, just makes that a LOT more explicit. 

This didn't happen the same night, but here's a good example of the swallowing.... 

FUCK. Anyway.  Focus. Peristalsis. It ripples through the muscles of the esophagus, stroking down the shaft of your cock, toward the glans. Like he's sucking you in in waves. There are sex toys that are supposed to exactly mimic this. I keep getting offered links to them on my porn. If you do this, and you run across a REALLY good boy, put it in him, and relax, and ask him to swallow. Keep swallowing. And that fucking delicious spasm runs down the length of whatever you've got past his tonsils, stroking it like a firm but slimy ring made of finger and thumb. In waves. And he's so full of mucus he can practically spit X-lube, and I got to play with handsome Kai in the shower, because I wanted him to feel how it feels when the slime REWETS, because if you just get wet again, like spit on it or literally pour water on... that surface is pre-slimed. It sucks up the water. For a little bit before you use the soap, you are covered in this delicious slippery slickness, and it's fun to rub a partner in the shower and let them experience it. It's... fun being gay, like the hottie from the last party said. I'm getting ahead of myself. That's for later. 

In the steam room there's a guy sitting up on the upper level, so that he's silhouetted against the bright rectangle of the door. He looks like a stereotypical hot gay guy from the late eighties - when I was just starting to figure out my sexuality. I jerked off to a lot of guys who looked like him. He has a hairy chest, a thick mustache, and a ballcap. It takes me a second - at first, I think "He looks like a COLT model," but then I realize... no. He looks like a HONCHO model. Y'all click that - he's got an archive with the full scans of the magazines - fuck! I jerked off to a lot of HONCHO magazines; they used to sell discount magazines wrapped together in bundles, old issues and stuff that didn't sell, and I got several over the course of a few years in the early 1990's when I was in my early 20's. Their style was always more naturalistic, less groomed - you were more likely to find a photo spread of a hot trucker, than a fitness model with an all-over tan. And they always had erotic stories, which I liked. Anyway. He is THAT guy. For me, he's a porn fantasy made flesh. He and another guy had come in together and waited in line as I was checking in; from the way they talk and stand, I figure they're probably partners, but the partner is not in the steam room with us. I just look at him for a while, sizing him up, enjoying looking at his unconsciously masculine pose, mentally drawing him in charcoal. Then, I step forward and ask if I can suck his dick. He spreads his legs invitingly, and I take him in my mouth and start getting him hard. I love to suck a guy into my throat, and then press his cock against the roof of my mouth with my tongue in a wave from front to back, pulling the blood from the root to the head - and after a minute or two of this, he's hard and I'm gagging and slobbering on his dick. This has not happened to him before, and he's learning about peristalsis, but I didn't think to talk through it after . I couldn't really have talked it through during. The steam cycles, and the room is filled with hot clinging vapor; I love this, but I can only stand it for so long, especially when I'm also working with an intermittently blocked airway because it's full of dick. I overheat quickly in this situation, and I explain this to him, and ask if he'd like to go somewhere less steamy. He agrees, and invites me back to his room. We run into the partner, who joins us. We lie down, the three of us on the weird little double bed in their changing room, and I suck the partner's dick some too. We talk for a while, and I tell them about how I was reminded of HONCHO and the hot natural guys of the eighties and nineties by his pornstache and his trucker cap. We have to explain to the partner about jerk-off stories - the old magazines were often more text than pictures, and a hot story was often more compelling to me than a photo spread. It was easier to picture myself in it, to get turned on by the mental images it conjured. The partner needs to smoke, and so he goes and gets us all a beverage from the desk, and then he disappears to indulge his nicotine habit. He's gone for what seems like way too long, and I'm starting to get restless - mainly because the hot daddy lying naked next to me wants to wait so that his partner can watch me fuck him. He tells me that he's only been bottoming for a couple of months. I play with his ass, but he won't let it go past that until the other guy is back. The partner eventually returns, and we do play around some more, but they seem like they're in the mood to hang out and chat, and nobody seems inclined to suck my dick, so I tell them I need to walk around, and I'll catch up with them later. 

Walking around the square block of the rooms, there's a tall, lean, muscular guy standing in his doorway. He looks like he's in his early to mid twenties; you can tell he works out, he's not bulging, but he's tight and defined. His features remind me of Aztec - jet black hair, dark eyes, strong features with a prominent nose and jaw. His hair is just long enough to pull back into a short tail at the nape of his neck. I look at him, and start to approach, but he doesn't seem too interested, so I walk on. 

I run into Kai the Handsome Hawaiian in the showers. I kiss him some, and I ask him if he'd be willing to come back to my room and let me suck his beautiful uncut dick. He's willing. We make out, and I rub his body and tell him some of what I've learned about tantra, about the energy body, about the microcosmic orbit. I take his soft cock into my mouth, bringing him to hardness and then working it deep in my throat. I help him to visualize moving the energy that's being generated in his groin through the rest of his body, bringing it up the channel of the chakras like a rising serpent, explaining to him how to visualize pulling up the fire and spreading it through his body, like raking a bed of coals out of a fire. A lot of this stuff, I have doubts about the subtle energies that a lot of authors focus on - but the exercises, they WORK. I think of the visualizations, the subtle energies, as a way to handle the stimulation of nerves, compressing and stretching muscles, to manipulate blood flow in my body.

Tantric cocksmanship ROCKS, y'all. Do your Kegels. I frequently have orgasms that last a minute or more, and they can look like a gran mal seizure as waves of pleasure shiver through my whole body. It's definitely worth doing the practical work, even if you find the woo-woo to be too woo for you. He doesn't have a big, shaking orgasm, but he has about five little ones - shivers running through him, and his cock throbbing in my throat as it squirts. That is SUCH a sensation when he's firmly wrapped in your esophagus, which is... sensitive. Like... imagine the place where you get a little bit of food caught sometimes in your throat, like a bit of hamburger... and how it touches you... it touches you like that, but it strokes your throat in a line as his cock flexes and he squirts a bolus of jizz, and it feels kind of like being stroked with a finger down your throat. 

For a couple of minutes in a row, he's almost continuously shivering with sensation. He is amazed at the way this all feels; apparently, he's never had sex quite like this, before he ran into me and some boy a couple of weeks ago. Honestly, some of it I'm just figuring out myself by trial and hot guy error. It's kind of fun to do that to someone who's open to it, but hasn't been that direction at all... and to feel them suddenly lean in and get HOT for that sensation. THAT turns me on. Being an eye-opening experience for somebody. That's what is so hot about that particular moment.

  

I tell him that once I started thinking about sex as a creative endeavor, including the writing of this blog, it has become an intense, often awe-inspiring experience, and I love sharing that with guys. We make out some more, and then he heads off to shower. I want to point out... this is a technique thing. I saw somebody do it in a porno, and realized what had to be happening, and FUCK, y'all. DO THIS. Right at the end, when he is deep in my throat... I'm moving my tongue as if I was eating his pussy. Vary the strokes. Pointed tongue, then side to side so that his corpus spongiosum pops across the top - that thumps him in the prostate. To me, eating pussy is kind of what it LOOKS like - his cock is so firmly lodged inside my gullet, all you see is his mons pubis. My tongue strokes firmly against the root of the cock, and as I swallow in rhythm, the muscular tongue is pushing back in a wave, and the muscles of my esophagus are engaging in rhythmic spasms moving in a stroking pattern down the last couple inches of his lovely uncut dick. It's.... a thing. And then I gag, and the whole thing flexes tight, and the waves intensify, trying to purge the esophagus to dislodge whatever I'm choking to death on. So it gives his dick a tight, slimy hug... and I can feel and taste where it's bringing up some semen in the back of my throat. That kind of stays with you for a while. I got a drink, but it's like clingy, and my throat stays full of mucus for like fifteen minutes... once the slime glands are cranked up, it is easier to get there for the rest of the night... and I can feel the little sperm cells getting lodged inside my esophagus, and imagine that I feel his semen settling down in my stomach to get turned into more me. It's kind of hot. I like doing it to other guys, too. FUCK do I like it. It's my favorite way to cum. All that rhythm and constriction, and knowing he's putting life-sustaining oxygen on hold to please my cock... YUM. 

Walking around the square again, I see a guy lying face-down on his bed. It's not my usual scene - but it's a beautiful body, pale-skinned and smooth, and I step into the room to check things out. It's the handsome Aztec guy. He seems amenable now - I don't know what changed, or if the evening has just progressed to the part where he wants to get fucked - but I'm game. It does feel like he's had someone else in his ass tonight, but not to the point where he's sloppy - I put my knees on either side of his shapely thighs, and start to rub my cock on his hole. Then, slowly but all at once, I enter him. He feels fantastic. His hole is silky and tight, and it's obvious I'm hitting some good spots inside. He bucks and grinds beneath me. I fuck him for what seems like a long time, but is probably several minutes, and I feel the orgasm building. I grunt and pant as I unload deep inside him, and after resting for a moment, I withdraw and stand over him. I stroke his ass and thighs, and ask him if I can write about him. He consents, and I thank him and leave. 

I run into Kai again in the shower - and I tell him, if he's walking around and sees that guy face-down on his bed... go in. I can really recommend his ass. And, it turns me on thinking of Kai fucking into the hole slick with my jizz. He agrees it sounds like a hot opportunity. 

I see the HONCHO guy and his partner again - but now, the partner has his clothes on like he's preparing to leave. I ask if they're both going, and it turns out the partner is heading home to feed the dogs, but HONCHO guy is staying. He's on his own now... and he's willing to come back to my room for some more fun. Hot damn. 

We go back to my room. He lets me spank him some more, and I'm fascinated by my handprints on his beautiful beefy pale ass. I've showed him the blog, and he agreed at first, to be in video in it... but he started out hiding his face and just decided he didn't have a problem with it... but I'm going to wait to update with those files... until he and I have had a conversation. The first part... it's only audio. The camera is pointed at the wall. A couple of times, you see his hat loom into view, but the whole point was, to capture the sound of the experience. He and I had kind of bonded over written erotica, and I was talking to him about how you can kind of dictate it as you go. 

We explore one another's bodies - I suck his dick and he sucks mine; I play with his asshole and massage his prostate, I show him how to open his throat, we work on opening his ass, although it never gets quite open enough for me to properly fuck. He gets a lot of enjoyment out of riding my cock, though - it's pressing against the base of his own erection, and massaging his prostate through the perineum. 

You can hear me talking him through opening up his throat. You hear a lot of spanking. He holds my legs up and flips me ass-up so he can eat my hole, which he does with great enthusiasm,  to my obvious and verbal delight. You hear me mention how he's got a nice beard - he doesn't have a full beard, he has his chin and cheeks shaved down but they're grown out some, so it's like having your butthole massaged with a gentle boar-bristle brush. You hear me talking about my giant ball - one of mine has a hydrocele, a watery cyst on the testicle that makes it huge. 

I talk with him about jerking off to written porn. I want to cum again, and I talk him into massaging my prostate and sucking my dick - a favorite of mine, especially for that second nut - and he works me to a long, shuddering orgasm which lasts for most of a minute. I took video of it, but because I was focused so much on the sensation, the camera shakes badly and I get a lot of footage of the back of his head. That was an awesome ride... 

I was having orgasmic waves for about a minute and ten, and you see spurts of jism at a couple of points. That... was a fucking circus ride of an orgasm. Like, shake, rattle and roll. For all that I talk about enjoying the orgasms that don't end in jism.... I really, really love the ones that do. Multiply.. or continuously, or whatever you want to call that. It's a series of rocky, orgasmic waves. You compress the PC muscles as you fuck onto the pressing fingers... HOLY FUCK. As we're lying together as the semen cools and changes from clumpy to runny, we talk about fantasies and jerking off to written porn. Suddenly, he has a realization - the reason he got so turned on with me in the first place, is that I look exactly like Coach Sikorsky, a high school gym teacher who was the subject of most of a decade of his masturbation fantasies. He tells me if we meet again, he'll definitely call me Coach the whole time. I tell him, I've been Daddy, I've been Uncle Bubba... I'm happy to be Coach. Maybe we'll coach him on being shared. That's a fun game. The drills are hot. 

Sometimes I love just the audio - because unless somebody else has the camera, it's hard to be casual and forget it's there, while you're holding a camera. But the other thing - it allows you to listen, and use your own imagination. When you hear me say, "That's my snooze" - I get an alarm at ten, so I don't just fuck the whole night away. I'm trying to be more regular and keep a better sleep schedule. So the alarm goes off, and then if I'm LITERALLY right in the middle of someone, I hit snooze. In this case, it's convenient to put the camera face-down while I start packing. But I want you to hear the conversation. I think a lot of young guys, could benefit from having to do the imagination work of jerking off to written story porn - you learn to work fantasy into your encounter, you engage from a place of erotic creativity. In practical terms, it makes you a CRAZY fun fuck. I also think that a lot of guys who have social issues, like me, could learn to make banter better. The thing is, it's awkward sometimes, and it's honest, and it's creative and you use your voice and your body and your posture like theater costumes, and you give the other guy a way to engage with you where he doesn't have to know every nook and cranny of your personality, you telegraph what you want and what you like and what you find hot, and so many guys seem almost relieved to have somebody be honest and approach with a little swagger.