BUFFER OVERFULL: Video dump

 I have let my fuckery get ahead of my writing. 

and I absolutely refuse to get stressed about that. My blog. My schedule. Some of the stories are awesome stories; some of them I want to get written up. Others, I may not get written up. If you and I played at the baths or a party and you are waiting to find "your" story... please don't judge me if you don't show up when my life has been busy and I haven't gotten my writing caught up. It doesn't mean I don't enjoy the experiences - it just means I don't have time to put into detailing it all out later. I tell you what... if you read a few entries and you like what I write, and you send a comment... yes, your entry DEFINITELY gets written. Because... nobody comments. It feels a little creepy, some times. I look at the reader-to-commenter ratios, and I'm not necessarily looking for adulation and praise... but I don't get much feedback at all, aside from a couple of fellow writers, and a couple of kindred kinksters. If you wanna comment, I would be happy to hear from you - through the comment form, or at rubmybutch@gmail.com, either way. I intellectual enjoy community with like-minded perverted guys. I'm often very torn about the line between "hot only if you're autistic," and "objectively hot whether you're neurospicy or neuro-normal"... and I kind of want to know what other guys think. 

Anyway. THAT super-sexy prelude, is to introduce two hot guys worth of sexy bathhouse porn video, because they were the second-half of two different nights, when the first half was a hum-dinger all on its own, and I never got the second half written. 

I just can't even. They explain themselves - preface each of these with, "Met hot guy in hallway," and you've got your lead-in. 

This fucking beautiful sweet kid sucks my dick, I play with his throat, he sucks this Latino guy. 

It turns me on that I negotiate this on the fly. I fuck his throat; he's AMAZING. He likes rough. 

This is where Wim Hof meets Tantra. I shit you not. Ten rounds of hyperventilative breathing will do some freaky shit to your deepthroat holds. You take that cock in your esophagus, and massage it with your tongue and your larynx, and your esophagus will cough up these donuts of slime. It's like a magic cock-ma-tizer. He does it.

I've never had a guy call me Dad as he was ejaculating in my butthole. It feels... kind of warm and slimy, but also kind of warm and fuzzy. Like he needed that. 

And, because it was THAT kind of night... I squeezed it out so he could show off his load. I've never done that; it's pretty slutty, but kinda hot. 

DIFFERENT NIGHT. I honestly don't remember which one goes to what night, at this point... I could look them up in notes, because I have them all in long emails to self that I wrote with vague skeletons. Things that I will know how to fill out to paragraphs later, but not a readable story. 

He starts off with amazingly strong cocksucking skills. I have been finding lately, that if I set the bar high... it's met more often than not. I had NOT expected this. Like, guys willing to be brutally throat-fucked until they're gagging, are more often lately than not. I have pleased some pagan God of debauchery with my fuckery, and I'm being rewarded with hot studs who will do absolutely filthy things with my cock. 

I'm negotiating on the fly... again... and they're calling his room number to check out. We have to take a break and talk about whether it's OK to snooze that alarm for a few... more... IMPORTANT... minutes.

He said yes. He said YES. (to the gag) 

This.... is a pretty serious submission. He takes me with the Whitehead gag until I have frothed his throat-mucus into practically a meringue. It hangs in great ropy strands off my hands and his face. There's no stopping somebody from fucking you in the throat, with that thing on. It's intense. What I am saying, as I'm CUTTING OFF THE CAMERA, is "It's ALWAYS OK TO SAY YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH." That's important, for me, especially with the weird shit... but even with the vanilla shit... "I've had enough, that's as much as I can handle of that" has ALWAYS got to be the only valid answer. 

Now... if you wanna play "I've had enough doesn't really mean no, it means I'm playing around with consent, and it won't really mean stop until I say it makes my pussy hurt..." we can play that game. That's a FUN game that I'm really just learning to play. There have been a couple who haven't been interested in being in my stories, but who were WHEW interesting stories in themselves... 

I Develop his THROAT SLIME. I rub it all over his face. I fist his throat. FIST HIS THROAT, y'all. It is awesome. Then I fuck him in the throat, and finger his throat, while delivering a little TEDXXX talk about sexual anatomy and my perverted pleasures therein. 

I ask him, since he's been so good for me and done every bizarre thing I've asked all evening, what I can do for him. He wants to get fucked... and I can do that. Things go well, and then it's time for a break - and, he has needed to go since this whole thing started, remember... so we go our separate ways.

 If you're out there, handsome, I had the MOST awesome time playing with you, and would love to play again there some time.