A Full-Throated Roar

First, there's this hot guy in the sauna - and I honestly can't tell if his I think makeup is South American or South Asian, and it doesn't matter at all to me, it's just a point of interest. I love the way guys from different places, different genetic types, different diets and lifestyles, smell, and taste, and feel to touch. He's got a firm hairy body and a nice stiff cock and a handsome smiling face with dark brown hair that's sandy-looking in parts in the sauna light, and he watches me come in to the dry sauna and lean against one wall. His eyes are a lighter brown than mine; they're almost amber, which makes his attention seem intense. I stand there and half-close my own eyes, stroke my cock, and focus my sensory attention on my skin as it begins to heat up. I'm fantasizing about somebody kneeling, right here, in front of me -  sucking my dick. I visualize it fully - the sensations, the slurping, smacking noises, the gagging, the movement as I thrust my hips. I'm stroking, thrusting my cock into my hand, and he is jerking off watching me jerking my dick as my skin slowly warms to the temperature of the hot sauna. I watch him stroke for a while, and I walk over and ask if I can suck his cock. I work it with my mouth and then my throat, stretching my jaw to take him in, swallowing him. After a few minutes, though, I start to get really warm, and I ask if he'd be willing to join me back in my room, where there's more padded surfaces and less heat. He agrees, and we go to my room. 

Once I've got him in my room, I sit him down on the bed so that I can kneel on the towel beside it and work on properly servicing his dick. He looks at my playthings laid out on the bed, and says, "Oh you've got all kinds of toys!" He asks if I want to have him use any of my toys on me and I'm not quite sure what he's got in mind, so I ask him to explain, but I keep sucking his dick... and he doesn't have any further suggestions about that, so I just keep sucking his dick and that kind of distracts him after a minute or two. Every time he hits the back of my throat it feels like his dick bends - not a curve, but bends at an angle or develops a crooked place about halfway up...  and it feels like his corpus spongiosum pops sideways across the back of my tongue while he's down my throat. 

Basically, if you can get the tip of your tongue about where it says "bulb," and then the top of the back of your tongue is massaging the entire area that says CORPUS SPONGIOSUM, and your larynx is bobbing up and down on his glans penis like you're trying to swallow a whole apricot... the sensations are pretty much out of this world. It's going at his dick in three different sensory areas, with three different types of sensation. These knobs go to eleven. 

It goes back and forth across the bridge of my tongue, and I swallow and swallow and swallow and eventually gag up. When I'm holding for depth and swallowing his cock, I gag hard and drool slime onto his dick, rubbing his balls with it. I rub it in my beard and scrub my bearded chin across his nutsack while I've got his cock all the way in my throat. I slime up my fingers and massage his perineum. He stands up and throat-fucks me standing with me kneeling in front of him for a while, and then he lays down and I rub his chest and basically rape his cock with my throat for about ten minutes until it the orgasm starts to crash over him.... I swallow everything that's in my mouth to make way, and then go all the way down and massage his glans by bobbing my larynx up and down, milking his dick as the spasms rock through him, swallowing and swallowing and swallowing but there's nothing to make that vacuum and so I'm just sloshing the slime and his semen around in my esophagus, using it to massage his cock, because it can't go down if it doesn't have the vacuum on the top side, and that part's full of dick. He cums and keeps cumming, and it floods up the back of my throat and I taste it everywhere in my mouth at the back, and then he says, "Well that was cool." Um, yes. Wow. That was... yeah, definitely cool. 

And it's a pretty awesome moment for me, and I tell him, "Actually, thank you for being that fantasy for me, because several moments in there I managed to just open up and BE the throat, and that's a fucking awesome thing." And then after we hang out a little, I tell him some about the blog, about how I write, and I get his permission to share his story. I kind of like asking after an encounter - because the encounter is more important than the writing. And after we have sex like that - guys understand why I write about it. We go our separate ways to shower off and wander. I think he heads home, or I just don't see him again. My night is off to an awesome start - my throat is slimy and full of both deepthroat drool and semen - so any time I suck a dick I'm literally massaging the guy's cock with a slimy cumload - and it feels beautifully slick and silky. He hits me up on Grindr later, and I hadn't realized that was him - I learn that he's South Asian, he's 23, he was originally interested in me as a top, and I'm going to lift the phrases "You gave me insane head" and "I came so hard" and "I was actually just super attracted to you as a top, so it made it so hot the roles were reversed" from that conversation. This... makes Daddy happy. And I wonder if he can do simultaneous deepthroat. I'm definitely open for options. 

I'm walking down the hall from getting a fresh post-shower towel and there's a man standing in the middle of the small gym across from the big TV screen. There is a section that has just clear space in the center of the gym area that you could do a floor exercise on, but mostly what it's for is standing and posing in the beautifully angled lights so that you look awesome in your Scruff picture, and everybody who recognizes that tiny gym, knows you're a hardcore whore. This elegantly built slim-muscular guy is standing there in the middle of the room, moving through all these different poses - but it looks almost like he's standing in figure drawing poses, not like he's flexing for the camera but like he's miming doing things, stretching down to pet a puppy, swinging a bat...  I watch him for a while and then walk up to him and explain about how he looks like a figure model, bathing in the warm-white flattering floodlights. Watching it wash over him, I wish I had photographs of him, because I could draw from them. He has a beautiful body and the taut angles of him make him look like sculpture, starkly shadowed and sharply delineated. You can see some of his veins as he flexes. He's wearing a jock and tennis shoes and nothing else. One of the bath house staff comes in and tells him that he has to have shorts on for a workout - he decides to get in as much workout as he can, before they come kick him out, because he has no shorts. We talk for a while. He explains that he has been testing changes for a workout program; the odd poses were him visualizing moving through an exercise pattern. I tell him about rewiring my mind. I tell him about where I've gone with it. I tell him about the things I've done tonight and the things that I've done other times and we talk about how it makes it more for me, how the sex part is enhanced by the mental part. And, I will admit, I run my mouth a lot. I tell him about the kinky stuffy I enjoy, stroking his body gently as he works out on machines. He tells me what it's like in San Francisco. It's kind of hot, this casual sexy-not-sexual hang. He has the most waxed mustache I've seen on a man outside of the Eagle in a long long time; we talk about how people always feel the need (and the right) to touch it, how I used to wax mine for a while, but it gave me the crazies, and how many different things will mess up a waxed mustache, and how people don't realize how much grooming it takes. He's exceptionally sharp-looking, almost to the point that he looks like an anime character from a wild wild west movie - he would look stunning in a waistcoat and a cravat, maybe dealing poker in a small ghost town saloon, or in some steampunk adventure with an airship. He's beautifully chiseled and his body is marble-colored, at least in this light, with a kind of sandy-gingery light fur in places. He's smooth and pale. His skin is exceptionally even, but it looks like he's that way naturally without shaving, and he's got a few little patches where the hair is naturally stronger. I touch him gently as we talk, stroking his body. After a while, he's done with the workout he wants, and/or tired of listening to me talk, and we go our separate ways. 

The sound system is playing a long track that goes back and forth across a man's voice saying "Body asleep, mind awake," and I'm pretty sure it is the actual same voice track that I used for months and months and months of lucid dream practice and it's fucking freaky, and I wish that I were back in my room to actually get some video of doing some fucking bizarre sexual thing with it, because it's basically a hypnosis script that impressed itself intensely on my brain with much use. The version I've got uses a binaural system where it has two different sounds at different frequencies, one in each ear, and it makes you brain warble. Your brain does math with the two frequencies, and you hear this fast warbling tone - which does not exist in the recording. It's a resonant frequency that is the difference between the two different sounds played in your two different ears. You know, that thing. Anyway I have one of those that uses I think the same voice track. 

I run into Lance, and walk him outside and take some video of fucking his throat. There's this handsome young Black man watching us, and after a while, I beckon him over closer. He doesn't want to be on video, so I have to turn it off, and we have a LOT of fun. I show him all the things Lance can do - holding for time, taking a deep fuck in the throat, swallowing his dick again and again. We take turns fucking into Lance's slimy and well-trained throat, long stringy trails of drool hanging from my dick to his and all over Lance's face. After a while of back and forth, it's obvious that he needs to fuck and cum, so I stroke his body and watch as he rails Lance in the throat and unloads. 

I walk through the mazes, first the dark one and then the one with the video wall. There are two big Black guys sitting, not touching, on the benches, watching the videos and jerking off. One of them is especially striking - strong, intense handsome features, a hairy solid body, and a beautiful dick, which he's stroking so that everybody can see, but it doesn't appear like an invitation to touch. I walk up and look at them both and then I leave the little curtained doorway and walk around the outside of the room to look in through a different door, so that all I can really see is the guy that I think is hot. After sitting and jerking my dick while he sits and jerks his dick as he's watching me and the porn, and me... and the porn, and then just me...  and I'm staring directly at him, eventually we're just locked eyes and jerking dicks and then I think I'm going to walk over and ask this well-hung big thick muscular man to let me suck his beautiful dick, but what happens instead is he leans forward and sucks mine into his mouth and then into his throat. He turns his gray and burgundy ballcap so he can get all the way down. It's probably a sports team cap, but I've only got eyes for his handsome features stretching across my cock, his eyes starkly white in the dim room. He lets me fuck his face for a little bit and we just show it off for everybody, and then I kneel down in front of him and take his nice solid dick and just go to town on it, gag and slobber and then I invite him back to my room. 

And thereupon we engage in mostly me sucking his dick at great length and great depth and he enthusiastically fucks my throat in a variety of positions - lying back, hanging off the bed, curled like 69. He smells fucking amazing; some of the tight curls around his balls are a sandy pale color, and I roll my face around and sniff them, and he smells like musk and spice. There is an intoxicating musky smell that some Black guys have, especially when you eat their ass or pits - this is like its simmered-down version. I would totally wear this as a cologne. He has these beautiful tattoos on his shoulders and chest, and it almost looks like scarification - the inked areas are physically raised, like there was some reaction to the ink, but it makes him look carved rather than painted. Like encaustic, or an acid etched plate; every dark line is raised. I stroke them with my fingers, tracing the architecture  - I think it's some kind of building, a colonnade of arches, but it could be a row of adjacent trees; the dark curls on his chest and shoulders make it blend into his skin, obscuring some of the pattern. 

He strokes firmly into my throat for a time, and then he gets to a point where he kind of pulls back, and he says he wants to wait until later to cum... but we both realize at the same time that he waited too late to tell me that, and he got too close, and I had been edging him with the intention of making him come because that's what I wanted and I thought he wanted that too, and I had been using the entire esophageal bag of tricks, and my swallow game, it is pretty mighty - anyway, jizz starts to erupt from his cock where he's pulled away from my face, and I want him to enjoy it even if he didn't plan on it. I lean forward and shove his entire cock down my throat so that it's completely submerged, and massage the underside of his dick with my tongue while he spasms out the rest of his load. I hold him in my throat until it comes back up a retching reflex... and once again, I've got that feeling that the entire back of my mouth and throat is coated. He's the second man whose load is in there tonight, so he started out by fucking in the first guy's semen. I'm thinking about this, as I feel his dick twitch and start to soften. After I've started to shake, he pulls his cock out with this loud slurping sound - it sounds like he unblocked a drain. Then he has to go pee and I didn't get to get off, and instead I am telling you this story. If I end up jacking off I will be frustrated and annoyed because there are so many hot men and I have had such beautiful experiences tonight. (this is a bit of a text that I sent to one of my pervert friends who beta-read for me. I sat and dictated the rough outline of the encounter above, right after it happened, so I'd remember the details. And he said to make sure to mention Jacob in my blog, so I am. Hey, stud. You rocked my throat, and I could sniff your nuts for a long time in my beard and mustache. I'm game again any time you see me. We could also SERIOUSLY mess up some sluts together.)

And then this beautiful hot boy rounds out my night and gives me an awesome orgasm. I'm not going to write all over it, because the video pretty much tells the story - I run into him in the hallway, I think he's cute, he sucks my dick, and I take him back to my room. There, now you know the backstory. He lets me fuck him in the throat, a LOT, and then eventually I talk him into massaging my prostate with a toy because my orgasm is being frustratingly elusive... and that, well, FIXES things a lot of times when that's the case. 

We miss the entire part where I turn around and suck HIS dick... because either I messed up the buttons, or he did. Either way... there was some intense cock-sucking, some slime play, lots of gagging and swallowing. 

and then we sit and play with each other's uncut dicks, because he has a nice one, not too dissimilar to mine.