A show you can't pay for

It's easy for me to spend a few minutes writing here and there... but I have to get the skeleton of the videos laid in, so that it's in order and I can fill between where the videos are. Once images and videos are in the post frame, I can move them around and rearrange. So, this is currently a massive image/video dump, and I'm working on the text. 

Today's a party. It's at the house of a hot guy we know, who loves backyard nudism, beautiful design, and hot men doing sex things and having a good time. He grills a mean Frankfurter, too, and I drink moderately and eat sparingly, because if I have any say in the matter, I'll be getting fucked in the throat and possibly in the ass by the time the evening is over... it's that kind of pool party. Starts out nice and decent, snacks and drinks, and hanging out in the water, maybe some guys pile and cuddle on the couch, have a drink, maybe a little THC vape or some lovely fresh weed in this case.... but it takes a few hours for it to devolve into debauchery. 

Lorenzo and his husband come in not long after my Husband and I do. Lorenzo and I have a thing. My hand has the hots for his ass. Or his belly. Or his shoulders. I just like putting handprints on him. It makes both of us hard. We've fucked; this isn't unresolved tension or anything, it's just a particularly hot thing that works for both of us, and he colors up like a fucking dream, and it starts some REALLY awesome conversations. He's been in here before - [see also: Racy]

I see him walk in, and he's wearing a snug little Speedo that says "SLAP ME." It's a provocation. It's not an accident. His husband tells me that he got it because of me. 

I tell him that now, I have to have a little photoshoot with his ass... but it's not quite cock-suck-o'clock yet, and I want to wait until it's not QUITE so fully clothed around here. There are some rules on these things - I try never to be the first or second guy naked, and I watch the host to see when he takes off HIS suit. I often precede the host, but I'm almost never the first guy.

The party continues apace - hanging out and visiting with various groups of guys, smoking a little pot, having a few spiked seltzer drinks, eating some fresh vegetables from our garden my Husband sliced up and made into trays - he added some other items because all we had fresh and party-platter ready was squash and little tomatoes - but with a ranch dipping sauce that he made, and produce I literally picked yesterday - it was yum. And there was lots of other food; the folks who come to these things are, for the most part, pretty sensual and like tasty and interesting foods, so it's rarely boring. This is not the platter I got to bring this year, but I didn't get a picture of the ones Husband made up, so here's a tray from us from (gulp) 2010. I need to remember to plant more mustard. 

Anyway. We eat, we drink, we visit and pass time with good company. It's a pretty awesome afternoon. And then, suddenly I see Lorenzo's over getting dressed. It turns out he's got to go to work, where he's a freaking AIRPLANE MECHANIC, which I think is super hot, and despite the fact that the party isn't nearly to the crotching hour yet, I want that spank. I was supposed to have a helper to hold my camera, but I can't find him, so I held my own camera... and I think it came out pretty hot. First, it's one hard smack on the right cheek of his ass. I love the trophy aspect of this shot - seeing his round beefy butt marked with my hand print. His husband says, "Yeah... sometimes I'll see a red mark or something, and I'll wonder what it was, but then I remember you saw Michael a few days ago at a bar." 

I make him show it off for some folks who have questions. And, you know, just to show it off. 

And, turn this way, and now bend... 

Then, I want to put some angel wings on him. We talked about it, sitting in the hot tub... and he is having to go to get to work, but I get at least a couple of handprints on his shoulders. I'm really getting the visual idea of how I want these to look so that they look really like wings - probably 3 or 4 more prints on each side to overlap the finger "feathers," and it will be just right. 

Prance for me, pony. Prance. 

And then.... the hail starts. It fascinates all of us. "So... we are at a sodomite party, and the Wrath of God is coming down in the form of full-sized... some of them are about quarter size. Many of us have had one in our drinks already. I chewed mine. They're fucking delicious - they're like Sonic ice made out of raindrops. Gotta go get back to the sodomy party." 

Hailstones about quarter size. 

And... if you give gay men at a party ice falling from the sky... they will hold out their cocktail cups. 

They keep getting bigger. The sound on the metal roof is like it's being hit with an angry conservative with a golf club. We get some of the big jagged stones, but still not up to golf ball size. We keep thinking that when we get to our cars, they'll be dented beyond repair. [note: later, every single car I see is OK. Not even any dimpling. No broken glass that I hear of.] I love things like this - amazing presentations of nature, that you can't buy with a fancy ticket. It's kind of like an eclipse, or a waterfall, or a sunrise - you have to be there. I've never experienced a hailstorm like this. After a *surprisingly* long time, the hail finally tapers off - it takes 23 minutes from when I start recording it at first, to the last video where I see the big stones. Then, it shifts and we get pea-gravel size hail mixed with huge splatty raindrops, which were certainly hailstones just a few minutes before. Guys go back to standing out on the lawn, many of us in the rain; some get back in the pool as it's no longer lightening. 

I go inside, and there are a couple of guys hanging around the food table grazing. The conversation turns around to eating ass, and I ask one of the questions that always occupies my mind at moments like this - is ass a sweet dish, or a savory one? Why are there so many flavored lubricants, butthole buffing creams, and anal appetizers that have flavors like strawberry or vanilla? Why can't we get, say... and one of the guys says, "Kentucky barbecue sauce." EXACTLY! This particular dish has a salty, musky, slightly gamey flavor - it really needs some bold seasonings and a little spice kick. I want something more like fajita seasoning, or an avocado crema. Brown butter with sage leaves. One guy is really skeptical, and I ask him... "So... with nothing on it, would you say that a man's asshole is sweet? Or savory?" The other guy answers, "Oh, definitely savory. It's got a lot of salt, and aroma, and umami..." and the other guy says, "No, it's not umami, it's Ooh, Daddy!" 

Now I need to set up a line of scratch-made condiments to flavor your butthole, and call them "Udaddy - for when you're ready to elevate your dining experience." 

And then... this lovely man with the amazing fiveskin, lets me do a Fireball shot from his foreskin. That's an entirely new level of seasoning - the whiskey is quite strong, and the cinnamon burns my mouth and throat almost as as much as it does his cock. 

He has an amazing foreskin; we've played around together at parties before, and I've always been fascinated at how much extra skin he's got. I have been on the receiving end (or, the receptacle end) before, and I know how it goes; it's the first time I've been the mouth, though, and it's the first time it's happened to him. I take a mouthful of Fireball, and use my lips to funnel it into his foreskin, almost like I'm blowing up a water balloon. The first one, I do with a tiny shot bottle, and I don't make video. I try to get someone else to drink the shot, but don't get any takers. Then I do it again, for the camera. 

And again, just to fucking show off. And because it's so incredibly hot. I think about holding his foreskin and making it squirt into my mouth like piss... but I don't think about it until after. That'll be for next time. There will be a next time. 

My friend who was holding the camera, says he wants to be a Cinnamontographer. I find this fucking hilarious. Mister Fiveskin and I go into a bedroom in the house, and spend probably half an hour fucking around. He feels like I'm only interested in making content - I explain that while I enjoy the content aspect, I'm happy to put the camera down. Sucking each other's dicks, I explain to him about the movement of prana, and we enjoy each other's bodies in the ways that a couple of skilled and sophisticated mature men can do. It's pretty awesome. 

Then, there's more spanking. This is a different hot boy. I've spanked him before, too. He's told me that all this is really new for him - but that he's gotten more hot rough trade from the photo and video of me spanking his ass in that garage, so he wants some more for two reasons. He'll enjoy the submission and the sensation, and then it yields benefits in terms of hot men who want to beat and fuck his ass. It's a win-win. 

Wandering around the patio, and talking about the guy who blew vape smoke on my dick during a blowjob... and this hottie offers to blow real cannabis smoke on my dick. We take turns hitting the pipe, and then he takes a long hit and goes down on me. 

Yeah, we're kind of doing aaaallllll the things that terrify the Republicans. Sex, drugs, rock & roll. Sodomy and debauchery of just about every imaginable kind. If you have a Republican friend left, you can tell them that we took the plague of hailstones and used them to chill our cocktails. 

His friend wants to show me that he can do it better... and, I'll admit, I'm impressed. He and a third guy shotgun a big bowl rip, and then he chokes on my cock with the smoke in his lungs. It's a hot move. Look for the little puff of remaining smoke when I pull out with a pop. 

He sucks my cock. Amazingly well. 

I take this hot boy into a bedroom so I can fuck him at greater leisure without having to contend with quite so much audience. My Husband is hanging out in the pool; I don't hide my fucking around from him, but I try to do it out of direct sight if he's busy visiting with friends. It's like this blog - he knows it's here, he's been in it a couple of times, but I don't regale him with tales of every throat I fuck. 

I ask, and he's up for a *little* spanking. I actually enjoy this - there are so many guys who think I'm only going to hit them super-hard, and it's just not how I work. I calibrate. You don't get a standard spanking from me; it's about making it hot and intense for each guy, without pushing beyond the place where they're OK. At the end, you hear a voice say "I heard spanking" - that's my Husband. He comes in, and we have another several rounds - fucking this hot boy in the throat one after another, inserting our cocks into his esophagus with deep strokes and passing his head back and forth like it's a melon we've carved a cock-hole in... then I kneel and take turns on their two dicks, and then both in my mouth at once. That's a first for me. It's another thing I'll be doing again. 

After some time, the boy gets kind of worn out and antsy, and I wander off and let him have some quiet. I don't realize it immediately, but Husband goes back... and unloads in the boy's throat. 

A while later, we have another go out on the patio. I love belly-fucking him in the face. I'm trying to see if I can get my cock to decide it's time to ejaculate - it can be difficult for me, especially with all the poppers and the stimulation - and unfortunately, today's a day when I can stay hard and fuck all day, but it will take a LOT of work to get me off. I've had many intense experiences, and I'm not feeling at all slighted - it's like when you've had three rounds of appetizers and some cocktails, and you just can't get up an appetite for your entree. I'm content.