SO much suck

 

I love how impressionistic this is. It's a straight screen cap with no filter. It's just the lighting. He looks like he's rendered in soft pastel on Cansons, the velvety one that holds so much pigment... while he's choking on my dick. 

It has been a LOT of fun lately being me. These guys who say things like, "Oh I would never go on a weekday, that's a fucking drugged out whore crowd... " Um... I play with a lot of objectively, erotically, HOT guys. Some of them have the kinds of muscles that I would imagine on a fantasy. Some of them have been in my fantasy, like guys I've jerked off to from porn - and I have to admit, that's a a certain thrill, to realize that little twist in my, um path? 

I am certainly not complaining... not by any stretch of the imagination; I'm having a spectacular time. But - it does occasionally get to the point where I have to make progress notes as the evening goes along, so that I can fucking REMEMBER it all. The Universe has definitely been providing me with a buffet of spectacular fuckmeat, and I have enjoyed chewing every morsel. And swallowing, and swallowing, and swallowing... 

My cock goes to here

So, I arrive, I get a room, different from the one I like the most, but it has the same digits in different order - which screws with my brain over the course of the night. When we moved house 15 years ago, our old street address number and the new street address number were the exact same four digits, but the two in the middle swapped... and our ZIP code went from 75234 to 75233. I felt almost like math was deliberately fucking with me. 

Anyway. I get my stuff sorted, and head out to make a lap. I go into the wet area, and rinse off, just my face and my ass and enough to get me feeling wet and refreshed, but leave my pits smelling strongly of dude... and then into the steam room. There's a guy here who turns toward me, and then I walk toward him, and I lean down and suck him into my mouth. Then I take a seat on the tiled bench so I can really work, and I'm leaning forward and he's starting to finger my ass as he's fucking me in the throat. He's hot, a little bearish, probably my age or thereabouts, but he's got a look that he probably solidified into at around forty, and he'll look like that until sixty. You know those guys. Anyway. He's sexy, and he's very confident, which is always a favorite of mine, and he's very aware of what he wants, and that I can do it. I do it, for a while. I deepthroat him to the root; he fucks my skull. We have some fun, but I get to a point where it's too hot - then the jets come on, and my favorite thing is to stand right in front of them, where the steam blasts my sinuses - and so I lean over and talk with him for a minute while it's jetting out of the vent. It gives me a chance to breathe, and it was getting pretty tricky, with the combination of the heat, the extreme moisture, his vigorous throat-fucking, and not getting enough air breaks because of the position I'm in. He's good; when I tell him he can grip my skull, he knows precisely what I mean, and he adjusts my head for his fuck stroke. I fully approve. Anyway - the thing is, I have JUST gotten here, and I haven't even gotten to walk halfway through the lap to see who might be the evening's erotic adventure... and HOLY FUCK, this is a night. 

So. I thank the nice man, my mouth literally dripping with thick, slimy saliva, and we go out into the maze, but I really want to see what's up, and we don't end up going to a cubicle or anything. And in the maze, I see this handsome, thick-muscled hairless-bear cub looking guy; he pushes a button for me where I can't tell if I think he's Polynesian, or somewhere in East Asia. Honestly, I don't care; he's hot, and has a neat look. He stops as we pass, and just turns to me. I lean in, we make out, I fuck him in the mouth for a minute... and then, I ask him if he'd be interested in coming back to my room. I like showing off. Especially when I'm fucking a HOT pretty boy, who will let me do whatever I want - but I like being able to control who gets to join in, and, I've got this camera and these lights, and would you mind. if we... and so he's totally game, and we do pretty much everything I want for the next almost half an hour; I don't run the camera for quite all of it, because it's just fun to put it down and fuck. And I do trick shit with him - he's totally up for whatever, so we navigate consent and continue to throat-fuck and then butt-fuck while gagging and spanking, prostate-massaging, foreskin-nibbling. It's a FUN half hour. 

And after a while... quite frankly, I'm showing off fuck tricks, because FUCK, I've picked a trained horse, and he's got all KINDS of switches. I'm not sure if anybody's PUSHED some of them before; we're still figuring that part out. It was a lot of fun, fucking him. Pretty much everywhere. 

And... this is really bath house porn. It happens at a bath house. It's me, having fun, getting very, very laid. Random guys are occasionally doing camera holding, just mostly saying "Yes" when I say, "Would you hold this?" That's pretty much what usually happens, if it's just me fucking around. And.... damn, he's a hot fuck.  Thank you, VERY MUCH, Pup Champ. Some of this... looks kind of like a mushroom trip porno. It amuses me. 

And then - the cherry on it - he knew already who I was, I didn't realize until the end, so I made him say it again, because we were just hanging out and talking, because we go to the "need a break" point. That was hot. I felt... pursued. And the thing is, I needed to make sure he understood, that video or no video, he was being a VERY good boy for me, and we had a good sympatico vibe thing. I think he enjoyed the experience; I hope he wants more some time. The degree to which he lets me fuck into his throat is mind-blowing. He's got AMAZING air hunger management. I mean, he's fucking PRACTICED. And fuck me, but that's just pretty amazing work he does, and I know. And I feel like I'm simultaneously creating something about which I have complicated feelings - because it's a pretty intense mix of trying to be as biologically... useful, as possible... and erotica in its own right, and I'm really aiming at it in a kind of weird performance-art strange storytelling way, and it just keeps HAPPENING to me - it's fucking amazing the thing this guy can do. Why WOULDN'T I use him as a handsome example of air hunger? Umm... fuck that is so hot. Anyway. That is... the first big fuckery of the night. There are two threeways. There's a shower of semen. It... will take a while to type all this out. I may update the post as I go. Because, you're not done until I have the post about fucking the hot Latino boy from Peru, and him cumming down my throat twice. That was... wow. 

The thing is - with most of these that you get to read about, I have the consent-to-write-about-this conversation at the END of the fuckery - I'm going for the particular patch of fun, and if they say it's OK to write about it, then it happens. Tonight... everything I did, happens. It is a WILD night, and it's going to need some keyboard time. I am literally stopping as I go, making notes dictated into my fucking phone, because I can already tell - tonight is going to be hot, but a lot. You ever have that feeling? Like, the crowd just feels like it's going to throw itself repeatedly at your penis in the form of hot guys? It's that kind of night. Oh... and... Um, I'm kind of occasionally a bit of a slut. Wow. When you keep typing, and you keep typing, and it keeps being more fucking to have to keep notes... Um. Damn. I need to just shut up some times. But that's the thing; It's always just as weird, even when there's not anything making a record except my brain. And, fucking notes. Because HOLY FUCK some more. 

The second round: a maze threeway. I briefly fuck this lean, muscular guy who reminds me of a friend in college. He is on his hands and knees at fuck-height on a bench, and I go around to the head and fuck his throat to warm me up, and then I fuck his hole, alternating deep and shallow, banging hard and then grinding. I fuck his mouth again. You'll see him more inna bit. It's not that we didn't have a hot moment - but FUCK this is becoming a huge pile of text. I have run into the hot stud who wanted to be my son, but we talked around to being my nephew, because I felt more at ease with a "Now that you're coming of age, we need to decide if you want to take your riding lessons from me, or your Uncle Steve. I'm his Uncle Bubba. Because... Bubba's the kinky one. Your dad, he's the sweet married bisexual. Dan has his fucking California fuck commune with some rotating cast of boys.

When he saw you having those big suction-based dildos filling an entire fucking cabinet beneath your sink in your Grindr pictures... he said, "Yeah, you'll probably want your Uncle Bubba. To be really, really clear here - I'm not fucking anybody underaged. This is a forty-year old dude, who enjoys pretending to be my, mumbleteen year old nephew. It's IMAGINARY. We are PRETENDING that I'm his Dad's brother and we're a family of sophisticated perverts. I feel like some idiot is going to deliberately misquote me. Anyway. That post [see also: Uncle Bubba.] That hot guy. Shaved smooth head, furry chest... so, I hold him by the skull as he sucks my dick, kneeling, in the maze. I realize that I've taken enough space, so I move us to the little bench in the middle of the maze that has like a little prison cell of bars. 

It's fucking hot to play around in. This will be the second sexy guy that I get to nail in that space, lit up with jerking-off spectators, in - well - the last two weeks - and, so as probably eight or ten guys are gathered around jerking off, there's one that looks like one of those dudes who all his co-workers on the oil rig know, but they'd beat the shit out of anybody who bugged him about it. But, he didn't walk like a queer, if you know what I mean? There's this manly butch thing that some guys just kind of fall into, and this guy... is like country hot. He's wearing a tshirt and underwear, while the rest of us have on nothing; it makes him feel oddly modest in this shameless space. He's got a ballcap on, and his hair has the frizzled edges that look like "I like to ride around in my ballcap with the top of my jeep down, and fuck y'all." 

So, the bottom leans in his direction, and I confirm consent to share him as a fuck toy... and I invite the other guy to join me. He pulls up his tshirt and down his briefs, and he's got a beautiful big dick; I put the boy to sucking it as I'm fucking him in the ass. Then, I turn him and invite the other top to fuck, and we take turns, sometimes going for half a minute or so, others going just a few strokes and then switching. I don't manage to get both our dicks in at once, but we try. Repeatedly, our cocks wrestling like live large fish, flopping around each other. He's bigger than me, but we're both similar in width. We're all game and know how and have the meat and the hole for it. I wrap his cock in my hand half-inside the bottom, making the beginnings of a Jack-in-the-Box but not quite that deep or open... the other top is grunting and fucking in obvious pleasure, while also jerking my dick. So we're going at it like that, and an announcement comes over the loud speaker that some locker's time is expired, and it's him, and he doesn't want to ignore it for long enough to get off, and so we trade thanks and he goes. HOOLY fuck. I know I keep saying it. I keep meaning it. This guy. Both of them. But, ballcap guy, if you see this - I hope you feel celebrated and amazing, because, fuck you were fun. I would love to destroy bottoms with you some time. Anyway. He's gone now. 

And then my "nephew" wants to go back to my room, and we have some uncle-nephew bonding time with the door closed. He asks for some sweet before it gets rough, and so I hold him next to my chest and rub my hands over his short-cropped skull. Then, I start bringing it up, pinching his nipples, playing with his ass... then opening the door for better air, and, frankly, to make a spectacle of fucking him, because he's lean and muscular and handsome, and although he doesn't want images, he's fine with guys looking. His body gleams with sweat in the colored lights, and he writhes with air hunger and I fuck his second hole. He's a good boy for Uncle Bubba. He's been practicing. I am duly impressed. I don't ever get my hand inside him, but I get the impression that's an eventual option. I definitely enjoy the wrapping around my fingers, where I have cock-and-a-couple-fingers in him, where I'm definitely Jacking in the Box, but it's not quite the same when you're not fisting. Gosh, that last couple of sentences. Um... wow. His own rock-hard dick has a wicked up-curve, and I flip him around so we can deepthroat-sixtynine, because that's a fucking EXPERIENCE. You get this energy of both of you going into hypercapnia, and we have some hits of poppers, and I sit us up and shotgun him a hit of poppers with a cloth, and lay him down and swallow his cock while fucking him in the throat. It's... a lot. It can look deceptively sedate, because it's more often a slow, grinding face-fuck and not so much a deep-pounding railing... but the work that air hunger does in your system when you're BOTH balls deep in each other's airway... I recommend it. 

Time for a break. 

As I'm walking to the showers, I see this hot, muscular, handsome Black guy in the spa. I shower, and then go to the other end of the spa. I honestly can't tell for sure what his body language is giving off... I'm good at REALLY DIRECT. I'm not good at... simmering. He kind of has this "You may suck my dick" energy coming off him, like he's kind of neutral to the idea. This kind of baffles me. But, I've learned - you test that connection. If he wants to play, you'll work it out. I look at him as I'm getting up, getting out of the pool, drying off some, and walking into the steam room. 

I stand on one side and breathe the steam. He comes in, and takes a seat on the tile bench at the top. He's beautiful, he looks strong and manly and nut-brown, his hair an upward pile of beautiful crunched little curls. I don't know all the right terminology for Black hair, but I love the look and feel of it, with guys who like being touched that way; it's a very sensual texture to me. Black body hair in particular can be a textural delight that I don't think a lot of guys really get appreciated often. Like, worship a man's body, where it is - but at the same time, make sure he knows WHY he's beautiful to you in the moment, because that connects. That's my personal weirdness. Anyway. Hot guy. I ask him if I can suck his dick. He spreads his legs and says yes, and I lean forward and suck. It's a beautiful, big black dick; probably close to nine inches, and it just fits RIGHT down my throat. And I work that beautiful cock. And he CALLS it a Big Black Dick - and I'm fine with that. I mumble, "Yes, sir, I love that big black dick" back, with his dick in my throat, so that it just comes out as gibberish. I know how this works from both sides, ya know. Then, I'm starting to get a little light-headed, because the combination of throat-too-full-of-dick-to-breathe and super-dense-steam-room-sweat, and I get to a point where I'm not getting enough air, and I overheat if I can't breathe enough. So, I step to one side, and just as I do, the jets come on. Again. It's not just a happy accident... that's a good cue for me to break. I lean into the jets and visit with him. I tell him I've got a room, that I'd love to keep playing, that it's just too physically hot in here to do this particular kind of fuckery - and so we dry off and go to my room. 

And we fuck. He fucks me in the throat. A lot. That thing, where you fall so completely onto the cock that when you gag, it just splorches up around the sides of your cheeks in a little splash of slime? I do that. A lot. He uses that to lube up my ass, and he fucks me in the ass. First, astride him lying on his back, then with me bent over the bed, and then with my knees up. He cums hard, so deep inside me that I had to press to push it out a little to feel it. And those sentences, too. Wow. Um... it just continues being, a night. There's three more. 

As I'm going back to my room, there's a Black bearish kind of guy who's got the cubicle next door, and shows up at the same time. He asks how my night is going, and I tell him, it's been AMAZING, and it's not really showing any signs of slowing down at the moment... and he says, "Yeah... I've been next door. These walls are thin," and we both laugh, and I apologize, and tell him that there's only so sorry I can be about noisy, enthusiastic sex at a bath house... and he laughs and says that it's actually been fun, hearing it, and he's had fun with other guys while hearing it. Because... it's often noisy. It's often got a lot of sounds that sound like somebody about to be sick; gagging, retching, splorching, sloppy sounds. Glorch. Smack-smack-smack. "Open that throat for me, boy." And sometimes it IS somebody being sick, because he's learning, or it's just that day. And, if you're the guy that gets turned on hearing someone gag... or, hearing my fucking monologues... sometimes I feel like my audience is along with me. Like I'm fucking guys on the other side of the wall. Some times I feel like the guys are watching thinking, "I wish he'd talk less. Or use less nerdy verbal." and then I'll pull out such chestnuts as 'Stretch that pussy for Daddy" or Choke on it. I wanna see your eyes roll back," and I like to mix in the nerdy and the purely sexual verbal. Anyway. You'll see him again later. 

Then... there is Ruben. This is, what I think of as the "keynote fuck" - this... OMG. I've played with a surprisingly hot cast even just in the course of this evening; I think the stuff with Champ in the videos is smoking hot, and I'd say every fuck of the ones I've written about is, on a par... in terms of hotness - like, one after another. It's... a little overwhelming some times. But, guys, I bow to a genuine master; this guy is so totally hot with the sex, like a genuine looks-like-an-athlete bodybuilder body, a handsome face, a big meaty dick... he's a HOT prowler in the hallway. He kind of gestures to me, and I follow him (Because Yes, Sir) to the maze, and he steps inside a cubicle, and after just a brief hesitation, I follow him in. I really don't like sucking dick in the cubicles... I'd prefer to see the splashing of any jizz I'm gonna kneel in. It just gets... swampy. Anyway. I definitely lean down, and demonstrate my skill set inasmuch as possible from a standing crouch, deepthroating him to the root and swallowing like I'm eating his pussy... and after a minute or so, ask him to go to my room, because I can tell we're going to get along VERY well, and I've handed him my metaphorical calling card, and he knows I mean business. 

He's got an accent, but I don't particularly try to place it - I'm so used to hearing Mexican and Salvadoran and Argentinian and Peurto Rican, with the dance and theater people I work with - and the restaurants my Husband and I hunt down, comparing their barbacoa (made from cachetas, or not worth eating) and learning how to make half the masa dishes because they're so delicious we've got to try. He tells me he's from Seville. He's got a sweet dominant energy that is both manly and compassionate, and it's a joy to play with him. I fold my towel, and kneel, and worship his cock. It's a good, big, solid one - probably an inch longer than mine, about the same girth, but just flexible enough when hard that he can bend open my throat fairly easily while I'm kneeling before him upright. Surprisingly, for a Spaniard, he's cut. I turn him to the bed and kneel over the edge that way, suck him as he lies back, and I swallow, running my larynx up and down to massage his cock. I play with his nipples, which appear to do some fun stuff for him... and then I lick his butthole, which I've been slicking up with the slime from my throat. His voice flutters, a high almost whinnying moan, and clearly that's a button for him, so I keep doing it again and again, and the single note I have for him as a fuck, is that I would happily smother my face in your butthole and lick until you're vibrating... but please open those muscular buttcheeks and help a pig out. I think what's happening is that his whole energy is so elevated, that he's just kind of tight - and he makes it clear that a limited amount of fingering in there is what he likes, but he sucks me, taking me to the root like I had him, and I get us lying sideways on the bed so I can control at least somewhat the amount of thrusting on my throat, because I've got to manage my breathing with a guy this rough and this big. We make out, swapping slimy trails of spit; I coat his cock and his balls in it, and he plays with my ass. And we keep going. I ask him to finger my prostate, and he does while he's sucking me. I'm playing with his ass, and he asks if I have anything that vibrates; I have a plug that a friend gave me for a birthday (THANK YOU, that friend!) and I take it out, and what he wants is for me to play with his asshole with it. So, I deepthroat his cock while playing with his asshole with it, because YES, SIR, Mr. Daddy. He decides it's too much for him, but it sounds awesome for me... so we put that in my butthole and he sucks my dick and fucks me quite deep in the throat, my head hanging off the bed. I'm kind of deliberately managing my own air hunger, breathing after a bout of thrusts, so that he can build up a rhythm and play, before I pull sideways for a snorkel-like gasp...and I can start to feel the orgasm rising... and I start to cum. He's kind of kneeling over me, so that he can both suck my dick and fuck my throat as my head's hanging off the edge of the bed - and my cock goes off like a sprinkler head. It gets on my forehead. It gets on my left foot. It's on the mirrors and the sheets. He's coated in tiny splatters; today's load is lots of medium viscosity jizz, and it goes in little droplets in lots of places. And it goes on. And he understands, because we have this AMAZING energy thing where we just click and he does it right, because right is the obvious right way to do it, and I just hope that other guys get this experience and fucking UNDERSTAND it. Like, this is a craftsman. BUT WHEN I TELL HIM NOT TO STOP, HE DOESN'T STOP. No feedback, just keeps going, fucking my throat, jerking my cock, working my butthole. And I keep cumming. 

I ejaculate, spurting squirts of semen intermittently with overall shaking vibrations... for about forty seconds. It doesn't sound a long time for something, like holding your breath... but I do a breath thing where when I'm getting close, I deep breathe, and hold and kind of... compress... and it's a Barbara Carellas "Hold and Squeeze," and instead of squirt-squirt-squirt-ah, goodnigh... your head explodes. Your body shivers in involuntary spasms like a mild seizure. So the next time you watch someone ejaculate a six or eight second orgasm, and you think, "Hmm... forty seconds...." Y'all. OMG. He holds me while the shaking settles, as I take those first deep sucking breaths, my breath-hold ringing together with the weird neurochemistry of throat-sex that SO fucking fascinates me... and helps me sit up, and we get some water, and we talk. 

We talk about skills and how hot this fucking fuck was. And how you have to know. And how practice works. OMG. I keep meeting these guys I think of as GSAs - Genuine Sexual Athletes. Like, they seem to get into sex as a sport and as an art. Like, there are TRICK SHOTS. I picked up a pervy thing I think of as "Lizard Tongue" from a video of Aspen doing it... and I get off doing that to guys, video or no video. It's teasing and technical. It requires skill. Especially when I'm playing with a versatile guy, it's a demonstration of "Here's what I can do. Show me what you can do," and sometimes with guys who are skilled but I want to share an oral meme, as it were... it's a way to say, "Here. Take my tongue, let me show you." I love that sensation. Another guy who's into this hot fuck. And I ask him, "So... how can I get YOU off?" and he says, "I'm not sure if it's possible," and I know that even though he may not even realize it as a thing he should direct me to do, getting his shitter licked will certainly warm him back up, so I dive between his cheeks and make out with his smooth pink butthole - he's got this total muscle top vibe, and I'm sure just snaps twinks in half... and I don't think a lot of them have the nerve to rim him. He doesn't ask for it. He just wants it. Woof. And so I get him hard, and he fucks me in the throat... and, holding my esophagus between his fingers as he shoves hard between my tonsils... after pumping, and pumping, and pumping... he shoots his load down my throat. 

I hold, swallowing, until the gag comes up, wringing his cock out like a wet washcloth in one of those mesmerizing clothes wringers... and then the wave of slime brings it up, filling my mouth. FUCK YEFF, SRR. It's like this little perfect moment, and we kiss and make out, his sperm and my sperm on our lips. And then we go shower. Every time I see him on rounds, there's a smile and a wow, and a that-was-amazing. We appreciate one another's work. 

Not done yet. Whooooore. **

So, I get back to my room again, and... I'm deciding if I've got another round in me. As it were. I'm really, mostly, in the mood to suck another dick. Sometimes I get this thing. But I don't know if I'll ejaculate again. Not after that. Wow. It definitely crashes over the edge of "sexually draining," but I still feel like I've got a good energy to go on. The other thing - I've been timing my usual time-to-go-home, how much THC have I had calculus, based on my usual 4 hours. And so if I stay, I'll go do something like hang out in the spa, and we saw where that went... so as I'm walking that way, I run into my neighbor again. He asks how my night has been, and I tell him, "Surely you just heard that. I think the people out by the pool heard parts of that." And we laugh, and his cock is visibly growing. I ask if I can suck it - it's a substantial thing, with a thick, drooping ebony-black foreskin that I have fun running my tongue around. I drool spit on his dick and balls. He tells me he's retired from a medical field; he was a respiratory therapist, so we can talk a lot about things like the anatomy of the rear of the mouth and the upper throat, and what I enjoy doing... as I do it on him. He's had a bone graft in his mouth, and can't suck dick himself tonight... I have been there, although mine was maxillary and mandibular surgery...  and, I content myself going to town on his dick. He tells me about this friend of his who likes to deepthroat him, and how he's into big black cock. I laugh, and tell him about the earlier partner, saying just that - and how I have heard that NEVER BEFORE, and then twice in one night, coming from the mouth of the man with the Big Black Cock. We talk about race play... and this is kind of awesome - we just mention it. Like, we don't have to get into detail; he's not offended, I'm not oversharing. And we discuss dimensions, and he's a good eight and a half, where I'm just a seven, but he can fuck me fairly comfortably in the throat. More so hanging off the bed's edge. I begin playing with his slimy balls and his ass, working a finger in, and then a couple, drawing designs on his prostate with my fingers. He leans into that, and kind of rocks between the two, his cock sheathing itself in my throat, as my hand thrusts into his butthole. It's... it's a skillset. I'm not gonna lie, I fuck it up a lot. But, on the whole, I'm better at it than most. I keep stretching him, distracting him from the expanding diameter of his butthole growing around my hand. 

I press firmly, pounding into his prostate, and I milk his cock hard with the muscles of my throat. I've worked him up to this point, and he's good for it. I squeeze, and press, and squeeze... and I feel the pulsations of his prostate gland on the fingers of my right hand, as the bolus of semen is propelled down the shaft of his penis to his meatus and into my esophagus. Squirt. Squirt. Thank you, my medical friend, for remaining perfectly still and allowing me to feel that sensation in exquisite detail. I'm gonna have to make sure my Consulting Physician buddy checks my math here. But I'm actually feeling, in the combination of where my fingers are inside him, and the sensitive touch nerves laid along my tongue and the back of my throat... the transit of his urogenital tract. The sensation of the bolus traveling along the underside of the penis while it's in your throat, is like having someone stroke you with one of those dental mirrors on the back of your tongue. While you're deepthroating. It's... strangely hot, but you have to really be able to handle it. I hold for a while, swallowing, after his ejaculation. I gag, burp some jizz/slime on his dick, make out with him a little, and clean up his cock. I walk to the shower with jizz dripping down my beard. It's a theme I can handle. He tells me, that was the closest he's been to being fisted. I'm happy to plant that flag. It's a hot connection. 

Not quite yet. Hooooooor. 

And then, walking back from THAT shower, and a fresh towel, feeling all refreshed, but I still have another half hour before my time-to-go time, and I'm still wound up from swallowing that handsome Black Daddy's baby batter, licking it clean from his big man's cock, but not getting off myself... and so I walk another lap. 

When who should just reach out and offer himself to me, than this beautiful muscle-slender Latino boy. He's this beautiful combination of facial features that could almost be Cairo or Costa Rica... but turns out to be Peru. We kiss. He explains that he speaks no English; I tell him I try to get along with Spanish, but I need to learn more. We get along. I ask him for consent to write about him, because for some reason I feel like I want to ask first instead of last. We go back and forth translating with my phone, because I don't want to be vague and I don't know the right *phrasing* to make sure he understands about me writing a blog. Yup, he's fine with me writing about him, pero no videos... and he starts to translate that, but I tell him I get that. Hablo poquito. 

I put him on his knees, and he sucks. I fuck his mouth. I show him how I like the slime, the slimy spit... I lay him on the bed, and work his tight little hole open with the slimy spit, from him and from me... and I know that I'm working his hole open with the Burbler of Seville (a friend made that joke, and I just have to love and acknowledge it) AND the hot Big Black Cock, floating around in my throat slime... and then I push my cock into him. And then I pull back and fuck him with the fingers of one hand in the throat, and the other hand in the ass... making him gag and squeeze my hand. Good boy. I fuck him a lot, rocking and slapping his body against mine as we move. I push him up and use one hand in his asshole to rub his prostate, while I'm deepthroating his cock. His face shows the most beautiful range of puzzled delight; I don't know if this hasn't happened to him before, or if he just really, really enjoys it. But his brows hook up and his eyes go round, and then kind of roll, and I'm looking up at him as he grips my skull and pounds a load into my throat. I love that instinctive grab - it's almost like a muscular spasm from the dark ages, your monkey mind making sure that you plant ALL the seeds as deep as you can, fuck out the other monkey's nutt, make sure your progeny goes far and wide. It's a very primal instinct. But I think that's behind that crunch of super-deep thrusting, that spasm of the body and the mind. But when a guy cums like that in your throat... that. Is hot. With the angle he's situated at, I don't feel that spurt traveling - but his whole cock swells in pulses as he thrusts, filling my throat... and squirt. Squirt. Squirt. I let him hold my head down, his hips thrust into my teeth, until the spasms subside. I swallow. 

We pull back. Get some water. He sucks my dick some more. I put him back on his back, and basically reiterate the previous pattern... working my hands up and down his thighs and around his body, milking his prostate, and sucking his cock. I pull him up and fuck him for a while, my cock hitting his spots inside, working him open, making his face dance again. I love that eyebrow thing where you're not sure if it's pain or transcendence, and I keep rocking him on that edge. I go back to massaging his prostate with my fingers, because frankly... my poor cock is exhausted... and again, he builds up with deep thrusting into my throat, with me working the head of his cock with my throat, and working, and working... and he grips my head spasmodically as he ejaculates...  again. I'm not sure how much of that is him being young, and how much is just him - but that's beautiful. 

And now... holy crap. This has been a night. I shower. I scrub, a lot, with soap. I am so covered in slime, that it takes some rinsing for some of the spots. 

** I'm not intending to slut-shame or whore-shame or pick on sex workers by using a sex-worker term. I'm making a slightly deprecatory finger-wag at myself, which I hope doesn't upset anybody. Much. I mean, I keep looking at that body count... and thinking, "DAMN, that was a busy four hours." I feel like I have maximized my entertainment and creative experience: I had a mind-blowing orgasm, and I feel like went to five different interesting movies. Like I had cultural experiences. I fucked two Hispanic men, one from a tradition of strong Spanish Doms - I mean, that stud banged me like a drum... and the beautiful subservient Latino with his expressive doe eyes and his body made for a playground. And fuck, two threeways, two Big Black Cocks, four turtle doves... Here, I'm going to insert this partridge into your pear tree. Like I said... guys who tell me, "Yeah... on a weeknight, there's nothing to do there...." I don't have that experience. I feel like maybe they're not reaching out with the right energy... you have to be the fuck you want, yeah? I keep finding HOT willing guys who will do the Fun Awesome Stuff, and every one of those experiences is a beautiful connection. Each one has a different energy. 

*** And I think I can say without any inappropriateness, that now I feel like a TIRED whore... because I mean that to say that I feel exhausted, in the way that you get because you've had a lot of sex, and you've been engaging not just your genitals and your muscles for balance and support and thrusting and the ones for swallowing and cock-squeezing and dick-throbbing... (hint: Do your Kegels) but your brain and your imagination. I'm often carrying, directing, the other partner's experience. And there's a psycho-sexual tiredness, a state of drowsy, impregnated fullness of mind, that comes from it... I get like a sub's "sub drop," and it takes me a while to fully process. Not to mention, write a LOT of words about.