The Half Handshake

So... this is going to be one of those that I have to write over the course of spare time of a few days. HOLY FUCK. It's taking quite a while just to review and edit and trim the video, because many hot things got captured on video, and I don't want to go through and just dump them in without making sure that, for example, I trimmed off the bit where I accidentally caught the guy's face before he got the mask on, or make sure that we clipped out an awkward bit that would make people feel sad or less attractive to see. 

I've actually talked to the guys that I've been frank about, about the frank discussion I'd like to write about, and in a few cases they wanted that whole part left out, so... it was. Never happened. But for a guy to agree to let me have a discussion about where he gets messy somehow, and we talk about it in a way that I think is healthy and helpful in overcoming some of this stupid body-shaming thing, because who trains boys to douche properly? I know there's actually some decent videos, but it's more aligned to a niche kink, rather than explaining what the fuck is going on. 

If you know of THOSE videos and have a link to one... like, some hot porn star talking to the camera like it's his seventeen year old gay cousin, showing him how to douche with a shower-shot - I want to see. Because... knowing this stuff isn't instinct. They don't teach it in health class. I've heard SO much bad information, so much dangerous advice, so many guys who think they know what they're doing, but they are trying to remember a thing a trick told them seven years ago in a bar bathroom. So, that's part of what I'm trying to do with this blog - share things I've learned, things that work, links to good information and solid science. And, hot guys. 

It's a Wednesday night, and I head to the bath house. I've liked the couple of Wednesday nights that I've gone so far - there's a lot of guys, and it's a very different crowd from the guys I've usually seen on Tuesdays. They have been running a half-price-rooms-on-Wednesdays thing, but they've apparently decided that it did its job, and drew in a bunch of new traffic, and now it's back to normal pricing. It's still a deal, for me - for about forty bucks, I get four hours of fun, a good big room, and waters and Gatorades. Gotta keep hydrated. I know that ScottyFF is going to be here - he's the amazing fist pig I got to play with a couple of weeks ago [see also: Yes Sir And]. I see him on my way to my room, and tell him to give me a couple of minutes to organize my stuff, and I'll be ready for fun. I unpack, set up my space, and then go check in with him. He starts to get on his knees in his room, but I drag him back to mine so I can get it on camera with the good lights. THEN I put him on his knees. I start fucking his face, holding the camera myself. The door is open, and a couple of guys stop to watch. And then a couple more. When there's a small group, I ask one of them to hold the camera for me, and have a LOT more fun. 

I gag him a lot. Not only does it feel AMAZING on my dick - but it also makes his body release epinephrine, acetylcholine, and then after a bit, endorphins. I spank him, one hard smack, with the paddle - the chemistry builds up to a point where he's visibly shaking. I'm coming to realize that this way of managing a bottom's neurochemical suite is kind of my own thing. I'm adding pain and stress and pleasure in layers like putting seasonings into a dish, bit by bit - you season the stock, and then you season the meat, and then you season the dish all together - and the effect is stellar. Not only is he literally vibrating (and yes, fucking a guy who's vibrating is as fun as you'd think) but he also becomes very open, very intense, and very, very keen to please my dick. 

This is the first time I've actually mixed a bottle of K-lube; it's a powdered form of polyethylene oxide that you mix with water to make the most amazing lube. Lubes like this are mostly utilized in farming - to help with difficult births, like when you have to reach your hand up a cow's vagina to sort something out. It's VERY slick. It reminds me so much of throat slime that it's not even funny. I am not sure if I got this a little thicker than I want it - you control the consistency by the proportion of water and powder - but it works just fine, stays slick, and then cleans up easily with just water. I don't know why more guys don't use it more. I don't know why I've been intimidated to use it for so long. 

 

The guy who's been holding the camera gets to a point where he's had enough - and he presses pause. I ask him to catch one more thing that I want to do with Scotty - I sit him on the bed and make out with him, sucking the breath out of his lungs, then compressing his carotids until he softly browns out. He doesn't have as dramatic a drop as last time, but he falls limp on the bed - and then I put my hand back inside him.  

Scotty's a dedicated fist pig; he's really into it. I ask him for his recommendations on information sources; he likes a book called "Trust" by Bert Herrman. I've ordered a copy; I'll let y'all know what I think. 

After a while, we wear out and need a break. I shower, get some water, and walk around. In the maze, I run into Lance, my little Filipino cocksucker. He's feeling kind of drowsy, so I give him a couple of hard smacks on the ass to wake him up. I push him down to his knees and fuck his throat, and a small crowd gathers to watch. A Mexican guy that had been part of our little crowd earlier when I was fisting Scotty is here, and I invite him to join in. He is a little hesitant, until I lean down beside the two of them and use one hand on the back of Lance's head and the other on this guys' ass, shoving them forcibly together. He seems to get what I'm wanting him to do, and he gets much more into it. We swap Lance's throat back and forth a little, strings of drool from our dicks making a bridge. He asks if I want to spank Lance; I tell him that Lance has told me that he's had enough for now. He says, "Well, spank ME then," and I do. That's hot - he's fucking into Lance's throat as I'm hitting his ass, and you can see how it makes him involuntarily jump forward and shove hard into him. 

I take Lance over to the Lazy Susan table, and the Mexican guy and I share his throat; I show him how to make the table work, how to pivot it around to share. 

There are probably half a dozen guys watching from various spots. This sexy guy comes up and watches close up for a while, and I ask him if he wants to work in. He says that he'd like to try riding my dick... and I give him a more thorough visual assessment. He's HOT. Handsome, muscular, furry... yes, please. I check in with Lance and make sure that he'll be OK in the custody of the guy I've been sharing him with; I always want to make sure my bottoms are OK. He says yes, and I walk with Mister New Hot Guy over to the bench with the bars. He plants his ass on the bench and grabs the bars, swinging his feet up so that his legs are spread straight out in either direction... so it's going to be THAT kind of fuck. And, it is. For probably half an hour. I fuck him on his back like that until it becomes awkward - he says, "Well, that was cute for a minute," and we switch. I fuck him bent over the bench; I spank his ass, I raise one of his legs up and fuck him deep. I fuck him a LOT. Guys are standing around jerking off, watching the show. And we do a SHOW - both of us are conscious of not only the pleasure we're having, but the aesthetic of the experience; he leans into the lighting. He works his angles. He's a delight. 

We reach a point where it's time for a break and something to drink. I've been close to cumming a couple of times, but close as all I get - my body is being frustrating. I ask him if he'd consider coming back to my room, and he agrees. 

We play around, mostly doing fun things with the camera and lights. We talk a lot. Tantra, porn actors, styles of touch... lots of different things. For some reason, I totally fail to realize that this guy is a porn actor that REALLY turned my crank a while back; he's leaner, less bulked up, but still smoking hot. He mentions at one point having done porn, but he doesn't go into any detail - so I won't either. I mentioned it some in my Twitter, because it was such a hot rush for me when I figured it out on when I got home - I have jerked off a lot to one particular scene where he fucked this very expressive redhead - but one of the things I try to do with the blog, is focus on the experience I'm having. In the moment, I don't realize who he is, and I think I have a hotter experience because of it. And I hope that he feels both celebrated and respected, because he's an AMAZING fuck. I'm gonna call him Jason, just so I have a reference. 

Both of us have had enough poppers, and been fucking for long enough tonight, that we start to get limp dicks. We keep playing, though, and it's still fun - you can do some really cool stuff with a softie, especially if it's tumescent enough to go down your throat. I love when I feel it slink down my throat, and keep swallowing. Always swallowing. 

I suck him and blow some weed smoke on his dick. It makes me cough a lot more than I wish it did, but I definitely get how it works now. 

and then I get him a little harder and gag on his dick good and get some slimy play going with his butthole and balls. 

We reach a point where we're both kind of exhausted and ready for a break and a shower. The way that he talks as he's leaving my little room, I think he's going to rinse off and come back - so I leave the door open. I take a drink, sort out the tangled toys, and this handsome Black bodybuilder comes and knocks on the door. He looks at me, and says quietly, "Do you fist?" 

I'm pretty sure he saw me fisting Scotty. I tell him yes, and he steps inside and closes the door. We negotiate things a little bit, and then he gets on his back and I start working on stretching him out. He's VERY tight - all the weight-lifting he does in the gym has apparently strengthened his sphincter muscles as well. His butthole is STRONG. I work and work at it, but never get to the point where my hand slides smoothly in. We have a lot of fun, though; you can see him shake and rock as creamy jizz drips out of his half-soft dick. 

This was kind of a cool moment - I have to break the vacuum caused by his tight sphincter gripping my hand.  

And I work more on Roy's hole. I didn't get the super-intense gag response I was hoping for, but I love the lighting and the close focus here. 

Damn, it's a fun hole

After a while, it's shower time. Roy wanders away, and after rearranging some of my things, I wander as well. I run into him talking with Jason in the main hallway. They act like they're just hanging out together - like they're friends, and visiting between bouts of adventure. I talk with them both, and it takes quite a while for Jason to realize that the guy I'm talking about fisting... is Roy. Jason seems disappointed with the performance he gave - I do my best to reassure him that he was a spectacular fuck, and I enjoyed him very much. Then I go shower. 

On the way back from the shower, I meet a hot little Latin guy I've chatted with on Grindr. I have had very little conversation with him; I think that what I had taken for a kind of demanding brusqueness, is actually an issue of translation. He's mostly smooth, with a head of thick dark hair. I kiss and make out with him a little, then put him on his knees to suck. 

He's good. He lets me fuck into his throat with only a little gagging, and I stand him up and lean him over the bed to work on his ass. A few smacks with a flat hand, but he's not into the paddle. I open him up, and fuck him. I fuck him a lot. I lay him on his back and fuck him, and then I suck his dick some. I tell him about the two different systems of Tantric energy work I learned about from Barbara Carellas, and we work through them - he's remarkably sensitive and responsive, and I can practically feel the energy rising up from his cock through the chakras, illuminating them with golden fire as we go. It bursts out of the top of his head in a shower of imaginary sparks. I flip him around and we do a deepthroat sixty-nine, a favorite of mine - I can fuck fully into his throat as I'm swallowing his dick, and I visualize the energy making a swirling circuit around the two of us. 

Then, it's shower time, AGAIN. I go and get cleaned up, and come back to my room ready to start picking up and heading out. It's almost time to go. But... I see the handsome toothless Latino guy I call El Mamador - the Sucker - and my packing-up plans evaporate. I pull him into my room and start to quickly catch up. He agrees to let me video him with a mask on, and I do a LOT of fun stuff with fucking his throat. I show off his gums, fingering them as I focus with the camera. 

I put him on his knees and fuck him in the throat. 

Then go from kneeling to on his back. I love how you can see the bulge as my cock stretches his throat. 

Then, I put him on the bed and suck his cock. He's got a lot of dick, and an even bigger lot of foreskin, and I play with it with my tongue and teeth. I swallow his dick; I massage it with my throat. Partly, this is fun just showing off because I've got a big dick and a camera - but the main reason it's awesome, is because I want to show him, cocksucker to cocksucker, how good he made me feel. I get the impression that he doesn't get his dick sucked often. He's kind of shy about it, like he is used to just being used as a hole. And I'm not saying that's not a valid way to enjoy your sexuality - but I want to spend some time making sure he gets to receive pleasure for a while after the brutal throat-fucking I've given him. 

THEN, finally, it's time to go. I pack up and head home. I've got somebody's key in my room - you may hear me mention it to Roy - and fortunately, the front desk is checking that guy out as I arrive with my laundry. I'm glad it works out that way - it saves him fifty bucks. Somewhat ironically, it's not a guy I recognize - he was one of the faces in the crowd when I was playing with Scotty, I think. I've locked my key in my room a few times just being distracted and forgetful, but I've never had to pay for a lost one.