You can still smell her pussy.
It comes in a 200g bottle of powder, which doesn't seem like a lot, but it's light, so it's probably close to a pint of volume. It's an awkwardly-large bottle to pack in an already crowded backpack, and if the bottle were to get opened accidentally... every single thing in the backpack it touched would be slimed. I don't always have the chance to do the mixing in the morning... so I do it at lunch. I have a convenient little pill bottle that holds enough powder to make up my little runner's water bottle probably six or seven times... and the sprayer-cover lid that came off of, I think, a room spray bottle. You know the thing - the little clear cap that comes on hairspray or Cepacol or whatever needs to be covered so it doesn't get sticky or dusty. Anyway. I took one of those, marked the teaspoon line on it (I put a teaspoon of water in it, and scratched it with a box cutter before marking it with Industrial Sharpie, because I felt like that was The Way. Sharpie can rub off, and then where would I be? Excessively slippery, that's where.
ANYWAY. Fill the bottle with 8 oz hot tap water, take the little teaspoon measure out, measure the teaspoon of powder, pour it on top of the water (Do as you oughtta... add powdah to watta.) If you put it in first, you can get clumps against the side that are trickier to shake out. Put the lid on, be sure the lid is on, check that the lid is tightly closed... and then shake the everloving fuck out of it for a bit, and let it set. Ideally, it should set for an hour or more to fully hydrate the powder... so I shake it up at lunch and put it in my bag. Easy, peasy, butthole greasy. Unfortunately, this trip, I don't get to use it once. Scotty, the hot guy with the tattoos and the Cirque du Soleil sphincter, is actually right in front of me in the line to check in, and I'm looking forward to playing with him - but he's pulled a muscle in his back, and he's having trouble sitting upright comfortably, let alone getting ass-wrangled.
Mixing up K-Lube
My camera-carrying buddy is here, and he begins to rub Scotty's shoulders and back. I join in, squeezing and stroking. We take him back to CB's room, and proceed to give him a very intense four-handed working over - he's still having a spasm, though, even after rubbing and trigger point and a couple of cracked crick spots. It's just not giving in. And he doesn't see my suggestion that a couple of firm paddle smacks might release enough endorphins to give him some relief, as particularly attractive. It sounds like a GREAT idea to me, and I'm curious how efficacious it would be. I know for a fact that once I get a guy smacked up enough that he starts to shake - I can do a LOT of things to him that I couldn't do to him without hurting him, before. You know the things... throat things. Butt things. Pain things. I tell you, that resilient edge of resistance... I don't picture it sharp, like the edge of a blade - I see it rippling and swirling, and gyrating muscularly like an insinuating snake. Like you put your foot against it and it's going to wriggle and press against you. I like moving the line. I like it a LOT. So many guys don't even know it's there. So many bottoms really get into it.
So, when I get to my room, there's this smear of stuff right across the middle of the mirror - it looks like maybe somebody with a lubey hand leaned against it and slid, or something. At first, I think it's just like a sweaty brush against the glass (OK, who are we kidding, it's good quality plastic) mirror on the wall, and I try to buff it off with the spare towel. This... is a mistake. It spreads. I go to the little maintenance closet where the custodian is often sitting reading between duties... he's not there, but the door's open. I borrow the spray bottle of cleaner; it's something like Windex, although maybe there's some quaternary sanitizer or something in there too... anyway. They clean everything with it. The schmear... becomes a glaze. Things are getting weird now. I go wander around, and shower just to reset my head. I go up to the front, and tell the desk clerk about the stuff on the mirror, and that it's not MY stuff - but that my effort to clean it had not been successful. Honestly, I can do without the mirror. It's sometimes hot for a camera angle. But it's easy to just not catch it if it's gonna be ugly looking. The counter says he'll come down and clean it, though. This... is the start of when it the weird starts to get surreal. Well, more surreal. He wipes the stain with a towel and the Windex stuff, using lots of cleaner... and it gets bigger. He has me fold the mattress in half to cover the toys and get the lights out of harm's way, and starts standing on the bed platform, polishing the mirror, trying to get the stuff off, but it just keeps swirling around. It's like a blurry version of the mark you get when you use too much rotary buffer on a finish. They call the other custodian, and he goes and gets some heavy-duty aerosol spray cleaner, and it's moderately effective, but he basically just ends up polishing the weird oily coating enough that it's relatively uniform. Please, dear God, just stop, and it will be fine. It's been most of an hour, between massaging Scotty and my room turning into a portal into the Upside Downhole. And my dick remains unsucked. This is not a state of affairs that I want to continue.
I wander around, and go into the steam sauna. I deepthroat the cock of a hot guy sitting on one of the benches, until I get a little too warm to keep losing that much air, and have to pause. Lance shows up, and I stick my dick in his throat for a little bit, before taking him over to the dry sauna because it's just too humid and hot in the steam room for too much throat fucking.
I put him on his towel on the floor in the middle of the sauna and proceed to deep-dick his esophagus, kind of hoping that another couple who is having a beautifully brutal throat-fuck of their own will want to share - but, no such luck. Still, several guys watch us, jerking their dicks, until it gets too hot again, and it's time to go to my room.
Lance and I are not really hanging-out friends - he's a sweet kid, and a skilled cocksucker whose deepthroat work I appreciate; I'm a dom top who knows how to tenderize his tonsils and introduce other men to how to use his throat properly. But, for what it is, it's a fun connection - if I see him, I'll probably fuck his throat at some point in the evening, somewhere really public, if only to get my dick good and hard and get him and his skillset showed off so he can get better quality rough oral trade. I'm pretty much zero percent kidding.
Fucking Lance in the throat
It's time for a break, and I wander off to shower. I'm slimy from my waist to my knees - a condition that ends up happening more than a couple of times tonight. It's not that I'm opposed to staying a little slimy... but I want to at least not be pre-coated in mucus when meeting new boys. I want to let each boy get me slimy. They've gotta work for it.
There's this sexy hot small-built guy who comes up to me as I'm getting back to my room. He's probably five-two, slim tight frame, with this SWEET little round butt, covered pretty much head to toe in a light sheen of coppery golden fur. It's odd - he's not hairy to look at, until it catches the light, and then you can see that he's glistening with flecks that look like fine fresh copper and brass wire. You can see the glow in the video. He's really beautiful - like he'd be fun to draw in cream and peach on gray paper. My camera buddy has pointed him out to me, but I had thought he wasn't interested. Apparently, he's interested now.
We talk a little bit, and he asks about the video because he'd just seen me doing it. He says he's OK with it, as long as it's just his dick that we're seeing - but if I want to suck his dick, on video, he wants to.
Of COURSE I want to.
He probably comes up to just above my shoulder. His ass fits into the cup of my hand, and I spend a while just touching his lithe small body, reveling in the feel of him. I start the camera, and stroke him in the reddish light for a moment before I hand him the camera. I get a few minutes of video, and then he sets it aside and we keep going, him fucking my throat until he is shaking and moaning louder than what he does on the camera. I know that the cumshot is the thing that a lot of dudes want to see, but some of the guys I play with, the camera makes them self-conscious, and they can relax easier with the camera off, and fuck me in the throat until they nut, or unhinge his jaw and drool like a rabid Great Pyrenees, or whatever is going on. We talk some; he's Venezuelan, he's here on a visit, he's having fun. I get him my Twitter information, and I see when he adds me - but I can't tag him, because his Twitter is a small group with just a few dozen, and they all seem so decent, so wholesome - and my Twitter... is an armpit-licking, throat-choking, butt-fucking free-for-all.
The Pink Unicorn
There's a guy that I've chatted with a couple of times, who wants me to spank him. I keep looking around for him, because he said he was gonna be here tonight, but I don't find him.
Then this tall, dark-featured guy with a short beard and tousled curls shows up, and says hi in the steam room. He's handsome - I can't figure out if I think he's Latino or Middle Eastern, because there are some guys who could go either way. It doesn't matter, though; he's got a sweet uncut dick, a strong, broad-shouldered build, and a naturally fairly smooth body with some fur on his chest and groin. I suck his dick, with him sitting on the bench while the steam billows around us, and then he sucks mine. I ask him back to my room, because we click and it's clearly a conversation we should continue.
And continue, and continue. I put him on his knees, and his throat really opens up for me; I have an amazing time plunging my cock into and out of it, fucking hard until he gags, and then fucking his throat while he gags. He makes hot splorching glurping noises as he coughs bursts of slime onto my cock. It's pretty next-level. I lay him back, and show him, using my mouth on his dick, some of the things I love doing - swallowing his cock as it hardens; working the foreskin with my teeth, and then my tongue, rooting around underneath it to lick his glans; rubbing my tongue sideways while he's buried to the hilt in my throat, to massage the underside of his shaft. It's a FUN session. He picks up the black paddle, and asks me what it's like. I show him, very gently smacking him on the arms, the chest, the shoulders. I'm not trying to cause intense pain - just the little stinging blows that create a glowing warmth in the skin, and push up the acetylcholine and epinephrine and endorphins. I suck some more. I lie back, and have him show me what he can do.
Then, he asks me for some real spanking. And it clicks - this is that guy I've been talking to. I feel like an idiot - he totally looks like his pictures, how that I know - but for some reason I just had pictured him differently, if that makes sense - and at no point has he said, "Oh, by the way, I'm that guy you've been chatting with on Grindr." Now, I know he's the guy who's been wanting to get spanked. I finally twig to the fact that he's been wanting to EXPLORE spanking - he's fantasized, watched porn, never done it.
I explain to him about how to stop me with taps. I talk to him gently but firmly, positioning him so that I have my feet on the floor, and he's bent over my left knee, with my right knee tucked behind his left, his torso resting on his elbows on the bed. It gives me leverage, and it displays his muscular butt to delightful effect - and it most importantly, it allows me to feel what his body's doing. If he's squeezing, tensing up from a blow, I can tell when he relaxes, unclenches, and melts into the new sensation. I can tell when to wait, and when he's ready for the next smack. It connects me viscerally to what's happening inside his experience.
I start with very light taps with the paddle, and show him what I consider a one, a two, three... up to about five. He's OK with that level, and so I spend some time, moderately but thoroughly spanking his whole ass with the paddle. Left, right, lower, higher... then rapid-fire in one spot after another. He dances across my lap, writhing and wiggling. He pants, groaning. I don't take him to a point where he's going to be yelping and bruised, but I take him far enough that his body sweats and shakes. I lift him up and hold him for a bit, letting him absorb the sensations of the new experience. We talk for a while more, and then he goes on his way. I don't see him again for the rest of the evening.
In the maze again, I run into this guy with a beard and a shaved head. He kneels obediently and proceeds to splutter, gag, and choke on my dick. That is to say, he's speaking my language. I take him back to my room, and we talk. He tells me his nickname is Hondo. He's in a Dom/sub relationship with a woman and another man; he shows me pictures of his ass, red from paddle, cane, sjambok. I learn what a sjambok is - it's made from rhinoceros or hippo hide; it's brutal. The marks from that one were a little intense to look at. She has denied him orgasm for ten days; for the last four, he's had his cock in a cage. Tonight, she spanked him, allowed him the privilege of eating her out until she came, gave him a Viagra, and then sent him off horny and frustrated to find some dick. He tells me her name is Madame; he tells me that he can still smell her pussy in his beard. I talk with him about my own kinks, and ask if I can hit him with the paddle, hand, cane. Then I put him on his knees and commence to fuck.
Throat fucking and paddling Hondo
I fuck his throat. A lot. He gags most pleasingly - a couple of times I wonder if I'm going to make him barf, but it all stays clear slimy fluid. I confirm consent to spank him, and start with a gentle calibration with the paddle. Then more throat-fucking. The poor guy keeps fighting with allergies clogging his nose up with snot - although I think a lot of it is a foreign-body reaction to the cock in his esophagus.
Throat fucking and caning Hondo
I put him on his knees some more. I lightly cane his ass, then fuck his throat while leaning over to paddle him. It's a FUN fuck. I get him to massage my prostate - and that does it. I'm ready to cum. You see just a quick spurt in the video - most of it is delivered down his throat. I cum a lot. You kind of hear it in his voice for a second.
Sucking the load out of Hondo
After I recover from the orgasm and get myself reorganized, I want to suck a load out of Hondo. I think partly because he's been locked up and denied release for so long - it's clear he's in need. I put him on his back and I start paddling his thighs. I want to get him good and buzzed. I inhale his dick. I lean hard into him, so that my chin is pressing on the base of his cock; I massage his balls as I work him in my throat. Then I take some throat-slime and put it into his asshole. I massage his prostate as he strokes his dick. He warns me that he's about to cum; I lick his cockhead as the ejaculation starts, and then I go down on him, swallowing. I get some video of how much he's shaking - every part of him is practically vibrating. I am fascinated by the sensation of how much cum I have on my face; his jizz is really gluey, sticking my lips together and glazing my mustache to my face.
And then it's shower time again.
I walk through the second maze, and there's a hot young Black guy in the sling. I stand next to him and gently stroke his stretched-out cunt, then put a couple of fingers inside him and rub, which gets me hard quickly. I fuck. I fuck a LOT. My watch buzzes, telling me it's ten PM - my rule for myself, is that I can finish up the experience I'm having, but I can't go hunt for new guys when it goes off. I think of this as a Bonus Fuck. He lets me spank his thighs and his chest, and I'm fucking hard so that the chains rattle and the frame shakes. There are guys walking in from the next room hearing the noise. It's a LOT. I fuck, and fuck, and fuck... I open up his second hole, and pound into it. After quite a while, I feel another orgasm building. I shoot one spurt across his nuts, and bury the rest inside him, thrusting again and again, hearing his hole squelch with my semen.
I'm in this awesome mood, where I just feel like I can go forever. I keep fucking, churning my jizz inside his intestines, and amazingly, feel myself getting hard and urgent yet again. I fuck some more, and show off some more, but the third orgasm is elusive. There's a sexy Latino guy with a trimmed beard who has been standing next to me, stroking my body gently as I'm fucking the Black guy, and now he leans over the bench next to the sling and asks me to fuck him. This counts as the same fuck, right? I'm not hunting down a new guy. I figure if I can go from one wet hole to another wet hole without my dick getting dry, it's one fuck. The Latino guy doesn't start out wet, but it only takes a second.
I fuck the Latino, and although he's a superior piece of ass, I'm not going to get off a third time. I spank him some, and fuck him some more, and guys are still standing around jerking their dicks. I keep expecting somebody to come and fuck the Black guy, so that we can stand side by side and plow together, but nobody does. Finally, it's a quarter after, and I know I'm done. I express my gratitude to the hot guys who've played with me, and head to my room.
On the way back, my camera buddy introduces me to this sexy big ginger - he's smooth-bodied, handsome, wearing a ball cap, probably six-two. I'm tempted. I'm REALLY tempted. But, I know that if I disrespect the Bonus Fuck Fairy, I will stop getting these amazing treats - so I kiss him some, get his details, and explain that I am both out of time, and out of semen, and I want to play with him another day. He agrees that the Bonus Fuck Fairy is a force to be honored and respected, and finally, sticky and sweaty, I head for the last shower and then home.
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