Wednesday's Child is full of.... well, semen, actually.

 

Once I arrive and get things set up, my buddy who's agreed to hold a camera for me knocks and tells me there's a hot guy in the Maze doing lots of oral. I think he means that the hot guy is sucking dick, but when I get there, the hot guy has his hands strapped up against a set of bars and his eyes are covered with a blindfold. They have these cool strap restraints that you can just reach your hand into and grip, and it supports your weight just like you've been tied up - but you can just lift your hand out. It's like honor bondage. You're as restrained as you want to be. He's wearing a ball cap, and nothing else. He's in great shape - his skin is very pale, and his hair is blond where he hasn't shaved it all away. We play with him a number of ways. My cameraman buddy sucks my dick and then his dick. I rub on him. I suck his dick and lean in to tell him I just wanted to introduce myself but I haven't made a lap through yet. I work on my lap and then I come back and another hot boy who has been in this blog before walks up - I kneel him down and fuck him in the throat; I pass him over to the bound blonde boy, and hold him by the ass and the boy by the back of the head, and help him fuck the boy's throat. Because his hands are tied. I fuck back and forth into his throat with the blond, strings of drool connecting our dicks and the cocksucker. I lift the boy up and fuck his ass while the blonde boy fucks his throat. Just as we're getting to the point that I think I'm ready to switch ends, the bottom needs a break and we wander on. Then I come back, and see him standing there still, his arms suspended from the straps. I play with his cock and then start try to figure out how to get consent out of him because he is completely unresponsive. I can't tell if he's deaf. I discuss with my camera buddy, that he might be. Whatever the issue, there's no conversation coming from him, no appearance that he's hearing me, and I can't get meaningful consent to do any of the weird shit. So I kind of test things lightly, smacking him a little bit and looking at his face. Then, I lean in close in his ear and say, "Will you shake your head no if you want me to stop?" He nods his head yes, and I know that he's connected. Now I feel okay. I began to stroke his cock and smack his balls. My spit is still slimy from sucking his dick, and I use that to lube up his butthole and play with his prostate as I jerk his dick. I try to tell him that I wish that I could get a more enthusiastic yes out of him, but I'm just going to go with what I can get. I gently tap his nuts and he doesn't pull away but he dances. I tap harder, and he's still okay; I'm watching his face for signs. I stroke his cock and tap his nuts and reach two fingers inside his butthole and massage his prostate. After several minutes of this, he begins to tremble and shudder and then squirts a voluminous load into my hand. My camera buddy shows up and I tell him that he missed it... he had wandered off at an inopportune moment, because holy fuck that was hot, and he wanted to have been there... I put a little bit of the boy's seed in his mouth and a little in the boy's mouth and then I keep going, stroking his after-the-orgasm cock until he is writhing and dancing on his feet, struggling against the restraints. Anyway, he's dancing and going nuts and he finally pulls the one hand out of the restraint and... pulls the ear plug out of that ear. I smile, he looks at me as he pulls the blindfold up, and he says, "You see why?" and now I get it, his experience has been a deliberate choice of sensory deprivation. He's had an intense time. Then, while his cock is still softening in my hand, I go down on him and milk the last bit out of his dick with my throat. He's shaking and I keep going, driving his body crazy with the sensation overload. I eventually let him rest, and we talk a little bit. I get consent to publish. His name is a single syllable that won't matter to any of us, but dude, thank you, that was awesome. Thank you for letting me take you to, along, and eventually over the edge. 

Walking around, I see a couple playing around in a room, and ask if I can join in. The bottom is handsome, with golden brown skin and black hair that could be any of a number of ethnic options; he's got a look that might be Italian, or Latino, or some variation of Middle Eastern. He could play Aladdin, or Mercutio. He's a hot sexy fucker. The top is an older white man, probably around my age, salt and pepper in his beard, a total Daddy look. Once I get the invitation to step inside, the top and I take turns sticking our dicks in the bottom's mouth - he seems to enjoy it, but also struggles some with our cocks. I tell him, "You're fun!" and he acts like I've used a foreign word, "Fun?" I say, "You know... like fun. Having a good time. You're fun to fuck. It's fun having hot sex. I'm having an awesome time. You know... FUN." We laugh. Of course, I'm pushing... pushing my cock into his throat, and he's gagging, as I'm telling him this. This makes me happy. I lean over and snuffle his cock, nestled in a bed of soft black pubes, and suck his cock, its voluminous foreskin fun to play with in my throat... but he seems not to want to get blown, and pulls out of my mouth. I reach over and grasp the other top's cock, and realize... it's huge. It's probably 8.5 inches, but it's thick as my wrist, rigid and meaty.  I lean over and put it in my mouth; I eventually manage to get it all into my throat. He pushes, and spreads my tonsils apart, stretching my soft palate. He fucks. I swallow, milking the glans of his cock with my larynx. The slurping sucking sound as he pulls it out is glorious. His partner asks if I'm all top; I tell him I'm versatile. He looks at the top and says, "You can fuck him." I kind of get the impression that he has decided that my ass will take the pounding that was otherwise going to be aimed at his own butthole. I tell the top, I would be remiss if I don't ask - could I possibly get some video of me working on his dick? He says, "In a bit... but first - I fuck you."  Um, Yes, Sir, Please. Fuck me with your Daddy dick. I can take it... I think. 

I tell him that I'm going to have to spend some time sucking it, to get it slick and to make enough spit that I can lube up my hole for his thick meat. I kneel down and suck some more, getting him good and wet, making a lot of spit and scooping it into my ass with a cupped hand. He gets behind me and begins his entry. He is not gentle or slow. He's firm and persistent, building from a forceful entry to a brutal fuck. He's pounding my ass hard, holding me by the hips as I lean over the bottom and just take it. After a while, he says he thinks I need to shower, like my ass isn't completely clean - I reach back and rub my fingers in my hole, and there is some matter - but it's just mucus. I'm fairly sure that what he's getting on his dick is the inside of my asshole, which he has rubbed off. I'm not kidding. There's some mucous membrane stuff like thicker than snot, almost like gelatin -  but it just smells like fuck, not like shit. It's been that kind of pounding. "Tore up" is not entirely euphemistic. So I go and shower.

I am pretty sure that I'm clean, but I take a bottle of water with me to the little outside shower, and double-check my cleanout. All clear. Then, I step in a slick spot, and I think somebody spilled some lube - but I realize - this is a combination of throat slime and ass slime. It's mucus. It was manufactured by my body. It Came From My Ass. It looks like frog eggs in water; it's perfectly clear, but so slick that it's a hazard to step on. That's what he was fucking in... the combination of throat-slime and ass-mucus. It... makes this oddly gelid stuff. If you do it right. I go and grab my camera, and my camera buddy bumps into me walking down the hall - I explain that I want to get some video of this thing, and I show him. I think it's fascinating; he thinks it's gross. What got cut off because I bumped the button, was, "That's the inside of my asshole." If you haven't pounded your dick in somebody with his ass full of this slick stuff from where throat-slime meets butt-juice... you're missing out. I scoot it down the drain with the side of my foot, and shower off again to make sure I'm no longer slick. 

I'm walking around and I see a guy laying on his back on his little bed in his room. He's stroking his cock through a thong in such a way that I can't tell what's going on there - I can't tell if he is a nullo or if he is one of the guys who's done strange piercing things to his cock, or if he's just hiding his dick with his hand, or maybe he's got a micropenis. He masturbates almost like a woman, like a couple of women I've had sex with - rubbing the whole pubic area with a slightly cupped palm. But I watch him for a while, and he's a hot guy, and I step into his room and touch his body and ask if I can join him. After a little while and some negotiation back and forth, I'm fucking him in the throat and holding for time while I spank his ass with my bare hands until it's red and he is shaking. It's a hot fuck. He looks like he should be a Bachelor Farmer from some northern state, or like he'd fit right in at a Renaissance Faire or a medieval movie - he's got this gorgeous dark strong beard that has stripes of white, and he looks ruggedly manly with a big hairy strong chest, but then he's wearing knee-length stockings with elastic garter tops and a pair of pretty much thong panties. The back is built like a jock strap. It's kind of like what I'd imagine Xena Warrior Princess would have for lingerie - there's nothing delicate, it's all strong and not frilly, but the fabric is slick and sheer, and he loves when I touch him through it. As he's deepthroating my dick and I'm holding it till he gags, I smack one cheek of his ass after the other until they bounce and make him twitch. This also makes him kind of hiccup, which pleases my penis. 

After a while it comes to a natural breaking time, and he says something about see you around and I ask him the kinky question - if I can write about him - and then I start a discussion about how I keep finding myself having this kind of awesome sex more and more, and how enjoyable it has been to have such a sensual journey with it, and as he's talking and I'm talking (OK, mostly me talking, but he talks too) about the kind of sex that I've learned to enjoy having, I'm following his hands and patterning how he touches himself. 

He strokes his cock through the crotch of the panties in a circle motion so that the stroking rubs the fabric across his cock and balls, and makes a texture sensation as well as reminding him that he's wearing them. I take my hand and do this to him, asking for feedback until I'm doing it just how he likes it best, and I do it and keep doing it until he is trembling all over like he's about to have a seizure. His body bounces with each stroke. It twitches through him like electric sparks. His cock is less than half hard, and rolls under my palm, but it's clearly working for him. I keep doing it. I feel like this won't make him ejaculate, and he feels like he wants to ejaculate, so I ask him if he would like me to suck it, and he says he would. It tickles me to look up from the dancing sheer fabric, to the handsome bearish face. I lean down and swallow his semi-hard cock into my throat, and keep running my hands over his balls and then the shaft of his cock when I pull it out, rubbing the fabric against him, giving him that texture and then alternating rubbing up and down his calves in the tight stockings. 

They're not really girly, almost like a businessman's sheer long socks with a thick elastic strap at the top; I can clearly see his hairy legs and feet. I can get into them as a texture and sensation thing. I would have a lot more issues if he were girly, if he moaned high or wore makeup - but he's very masculine despite the stockings, which he *calls* stockings, we talk about it... and it seems incongruous to have this burly thick-bearded man with strong dark body hair all over, and then panties and stockings. Don't get me wrong... I've been with women; about a dozen, before I decided I was really gonna be gay and stay gay... it's been a while, but I understand lingerie. I know how to touch it. I know why guys like it, and it's all different reasons for different guys. I can really get into the sensual lingerie freak who likes the way it feels. I can't get into the guy who wants to be sissified, made to wear makeup, forced to act effeminate. It's just not a kink that turns my crank.

All that aside... I go at him, working back and forth with the muscles of my throat as he holds my head and just rocks back and forth into me. I'm stroking up and down his calves and I'm stroking his balls through the fabric, and we go at it for remarkably long and beautiful intense time, and then he's ready to cum. It feels almost like he's beginning an epileptiform seizure. His whole body arches against me, shaking and trembling, and he is fucking his load into my throat and I just keep swallowing and swallowing and swallowing. He's one of those guys where it feels like he's been orgasming for a couple of minutes straight, but then suddenly you realize that NOW he is cumming and it's more. I mean, I totally get it... I do the same thing, after the Tantra work. I can cum for a couple of minutes sometimes. It's awesome. Either he's doing that as a deliberate choice, or he's enjoying what I'm doing and letting me guide it... but I've been tasting some semen dribbling out of him for the last couple of minutes, and then he explodes. His load is a little bitter and very viscid, and makes it difficult for me to swallow or speak for a minute. It feels so delightful but weird to have it in my throat, and to have that conversation with a fellow kinky person, my throat clogged and my voice husky as I talk with him, my mouth still sloshing with his semen, about the sensual nature of touch, and about how leaning into the things that give you pleasure is a path I have so enjoyed exploring.

Back in the maze, the cocksucker I had played with earlier shows up again, and now he's got a friend in tow. He introduces us, the three of us play around... and I really click with the friend. He says yes to making some video, and the cocksucker doesn't wan to... so off we go. He comes back to my room, and my video buddy watches and records as I fuck his throat, fuck his ass, suck his dick, choke him. He's beautiful, lean and slender, and I lay him on his back and take video as my cock transits his esophagus. 

So, I'm not sure why this stops abruptly... but that's the file I have. It... went longer. A lot longer. 

What I'm saying here: "You've got to ask yourself... what if he's the crazy one?" And then.... (after biting him quite hard as I'm fucking him)(did you see me check in? If your sound is good, you can hear me say, "Can I bite you hard?" at 0:58. You quite clearly hear him say "Yes"?) "That has turned me on since my Granddad's tomcat would do it to his mate." I watched those cats - Tiger the Marmalade tomcat and Midnight the fluffy long-haired solid black one my Grandmother preferred the look of. But he would bite her on the neck when he fucked her, you know, in the middle of dinner on the porch, because of COURSE that's what every family wants, is ice cream on the veranda and cats fucking... and she would SCREEAAAMMM... and you know, you get feelings when you watch the rough sex. It made my little pecker hard. But biting a guy like this while I'm fucking him... is VERY hot for me. Primal. See also: pain response, fight or flight, acetyl choline, epinephrine... you get all these fucking hot neurotransmitters that FUCK YOU UP, and make you into a superior sex pig, because I'm playing your nervous and neurochemical sensory system like a fucking HARP, and that, for me, is like hotter than just sticking your dick in somebody until you cum. 

For me, that's fucking a dude in the soul. I take him through paces like a gaited horse. My Granddad, the same one with the tomcat, had a gaited horse. I learned how to ride him, but never very well, and then it wasn't cool to practice and I was too old for the ponies, which were ornery at the best of times to a kid, and also because I was discovering science fiction and I got fat, and I got beat up, and I'm not sure which came first. Anyway, I was not asking for riding lessons when I got to be older, but as a kid I rode on a pony that I learned to cinch, although Granddad always checked for me, and he was better able to kick the pony in the gut to make him stop holding wind, and a lot of guys think, "Holy fuck, you're a total hayseed," and there's some truth in it. My Granddad had hay for his horse, and to sell. He kept it, baled, in a giant steel tube barn. Alfalfa. I can smell it, thinking back, in the field drying, and in the bales. Those things are coming back to me as my mind expands. I remember making forts out of the bales in the hay loft, playing with my cousins there, Yeah, those cousins. The same molesty one, but we didn't get up to that in the hayloft, just being kids. But, I think a little differently than the average stayed-in-Kansas-mentally kid. It's taken me a long time to FIND that authorial voice, but I feel like I can comfortably, well, talk in my own voice in my writing. 

Anyway. What I'm getting at here, is... holy fuck, fuck guys like this a lot. Just watch him. He was literally vibrating most of the time we were playing. I don't know if you'll be able to clearly see it; I haven't reviewed the fine details... but I'm hoping you can. And the thing is... some guys have never realized that they're like this, because nobody has ever fucked them right, for them. I've had guys tell me that. There's this submissive, sexual, emotional rush that you get from the things that I do, that a lot of guys don't recognize and cultivate, even if they're doing some of the same footwork (depriving guys of oxygen, incorporating pain into sex, etc. many of them do it punitively, and not to layer in sensations and neurochemicals.). My handsome gum-ist from a couple weeks ago, told me that he wished that guys would throat-fuck him like that, but he couldn't seem to get them to. Um... guys? You're turning down throat sex? I've had guys tell me it wasn't their thing... and that's valid, if you hate getting your knob slobbered. I can see, for some guys, it's not a thrill. I've had guys tell me to back up, just use my mouth; it's a different suction, I get it. They don't want me gagging. They feel grossed out by that, it's going to a place that isn't a place of pleasure, for that dude. Some guys, when you gag, and they see and hear you gag, it makes them want to barf. And, yeah, I get that's not sexy for you. I won't do that if you say. 

Spit. All spit. Lots of spit. 

This is me fucking him in the throat, trying to get a clear visualization of where my cock bulges out his esophagus. I think I need to turn down the saturation on the lights, or turn up the room light; I love the super-strong colors, but this is blared out too much in spots. I think that's the S in the HS setting? Anyway. Still figuring this shit out. I like the look of the strong colors. It really appeals to my esthetic, as a person who loves color in art and design, in the way I garden, in the way I draw and paint. And putting things into these strong contrast lights, for me, helps me visualize the body, and usually you see really clearly what's happening. It may also have been this weirdly-mirrored room, which is not my favorite, but that one and the second favorite were taken. I need to figure out more favorites. 

He's very, very responsive - stroking his body evokes shivers and moans, and I keep edging him up and down the arousal scale. We enjoy one another's company for a while, and then the video guy takes a break, and his friend shows up. We do a lot more playing around, ending up with them taking turns getting double-penetrated. I just wish the other boy wasn't so shy about video; it's a HOT scene. Everybody deepthroats. We're all trained fucksters. After much fun, they cum - one after the other - one while I'm fucking him, spraying his load across my chest and belly; the other with my thumb massaging his prostate as I milk his cock with my other hand. I lick their cum off my fingers, and put some in each boy's mouth. I take your essence into me... I put my essence into you. This is the Essence of Joy. Swallow this, in my name. It's shower time yet again. 

And then... this boy. This beautiful, tiny man - he's five-one, and built slim. Elegantly proportioned, just small to scale. I was bigger than he is, when I was fourteen. He speaks only Spanish; we use my phone and Google Translate to work through some kink negotiations. I later learn he's from a place in South America that I haven't been to. He's got gleaming bright brown eyes and pale skin with a few tattoos; it takes some arranging with a towel so that they're covered and he feels comfortable with me taking video. He kneels down and kisses my feet. KISSES MY FEET. Like, as an introduction, a demonstration of submission... he then proceeds to kiss and lick all over my body. He effortlessly deepthroats my cock, and then I work his ass open and begin to fuck him. He's OK with me posting the videos on Twitter, but not on here - so you'll have to look for them there. I fuck him at both ends, spank his ass, reach into his throat and hold it closed as I pound his hole. He's amazingly fun, and keen for whatever I ask. After a lot of fucking back and forth, I suck his dick and work his hole with my fingers until he blows his load down my throat. This has been kind of a theme for me lately; I'm loving it both as a sensation, and as a developing identity as a skilled deepthroat. Then, I direct him how to suck me and work my prostate with the steel wand, until I blow my own load down his throat. I hold it deep in place as he swallows, and swallows, and swallows, like I want him to. It has been a GOOD night. Muchas gracias, mi cochinita pequena! I have some chat with him later, and he's fine, frisky, GGG (Good, Giving and Game) - and in tune with my kinky fantasies, so you may see some more of him in these pages - maybe I'll be his math teacher, and punish him for not getting his homework done by spanking him while I fuck him in the throat. 

From a later conversation: "How delicious the role play, also that you are my teacher and I your student, and you reprimand me with your cock for not passing the exam," and then, "everything you want, your wishes are orders, I am your submissive, your bitch." Unf. My Daddy bone hurts. Like... how hot-fantasy-fuck is that? It's a statutory-rape scene. The kid wanted it, really. I promise, officer. He's 29. He just LOOKS sixteen. Especially draped with the towel, so that you don't see the tufts of soft hair in his pits, the tattoos on his chest. He's a full-grown, adult male, teenager-sized hot pig who wants my cock. And... he'd seen my Twitter before he stopped me in the hallway and asked if he could come in. He knows what he's asking for. Maybe we'll pretend he's seventeen. That's at least legal. Age of consent. 

It was actually a surprise to me, how strong the (awesome) habit of not violating consent has become... with the guy who wasn't answering me, I was really torn on how to proceed... because I couldn't be sure he was OK. Until I got that clear nod from him. I can't be that asshole now. There's a certain amount of implied consent when you strap yourself to a wall in the middle of the room with a hardon... but what is he consenting to? Would he consent to me going and getting the paddle? The Whitehead gag? I mean, at least hang a sign around your neck that says "Yes, Anything" if you want tops and bottoms to take carte blanche and just do whatever the fuck we want with you. By the way... if you're THAT hot guy, I'd love to do whatever the fuck I want with you at some time in the future, if you're into that. You were fun. 

Anyway. I would love to fuck any of these boys again. That last boy, especially. Like, I might have to make an evening of it. With the way he can take dick, I really want to get another top to share him with me, if he's up for that... I want to have a video of his asshole clenching around my cock, as another top throat-fucks him until he gags and gags, using his body like a telegraph to communicate from his cock to mine. I tried to get that with the two boys, but we didn't get the close-up I was hoping for... the cocksucker holding the camera I don't think realized what I wanted, a clear visualization of his anal sphincter spasming around my thumb, as I had him pulled just slightly open... and you could SEE the muscle of his butthole squeeze my thumb as he gagged on my cock. OMG, it was hot. I'm gonna include the video we got here, because you KINDA see what I want you to see.... you can tell that it's happening... but I want those cheeks spread, so that you can see asshole all the way around my thumb... or my cock... Hell, I could get decent video of this, holding the camera, if it weren't for the fact that I was using the other hand to hold his skull, and that's kind of important to the process, because the way I was getting him to gag, was with my cock in his throat. I bet I could get the other guy to shove him onto my cock using his hands, so I can free up my hand. "Here... you throat-fuck him with my cock. Push hard. He can take it." Like I said... those boys were FUN.