Going Deeper (inside strange men)

  A month ago, I went to (and VERY much enjoyed) a life-drawing class at the Dallas Eagle [see also: It Figures ]. This time, I'm going to pose.  The guys putting this together are Dan and Dave - this is an outreach program of their  Salon Naturale events, which have ranged from underwater photography to fiction writing, with a LOT of drawing and reference photography for artwork. At one very complicated afternoon, we spent half the meeting time with some guys getting electro-stimulated, and other guys doing figure drawing - it's THAT kind of crowd - and then the other half of the session in the pool doing underwater photography. I thought I had done a blog post about the session, because I remember posting the video of me gagging slime out of Bolder's throat, but then I realized I just incorporated that bit of video, and a mention, into the post about the backyard pool party that was the same weekend, like it was literally a Saturday afternoon-into-evening pool party [see

 This is basically a weird sex TED talk about what I love and jerk off to, and why, and how I feel about it. I'm exhausted, that orgasm and the subsequent video editing have taken a LOT out of me... so I'm just going to post two big chunks of video here and a shorter one, and then I'll come back and address the actual narrative later. I'm also going to include some videos with a hot boy named @PuptOtis, because I haven't gotten around to going through the entire long videos of that hot encounter and blurring his face, because I've just got the Twitter versions... so that's what you're gonna see; A series of tweet-length blurred videos of me fucking this boy, and it kind of shows how he bends to my will, with a very deliberate series of practiced moves - mostly a thing I think of as the Dominant's Pendulum. You make the guy feel safe, you connect as a human being, and you show him that you trust him, and give him cause to trust you You push him into h

 Caveat, because I have to explicitly state these things: No animals were molested in the making of this blog post.  We're in a backyard pool, in an undisclosed location, on an unspecified date. Details are on a need-to-know basis... and if you weren't there, you don't need to know. The queen is embroidering an invisible handkerchief; it is my duty to describe her, but it is also my duty to conceal her. If you get the reference, we should be friends and watch weird theatre.  Of course, everyone brings fun tasty food. Of course there is liquor, and some weed. And there's a beautiful sunny breezy afternoon, and there's a mid-sized group of attractive, creative, horny men. The crowd we run with tends to skew to the bearish - there's a mix, always, but you're more likely to see bellies and body hair, less likely to see shaved steroid-enhanced gym muscles. And, to my delight, you see a lot of frisky uncut dick.  As is so often the case, things are on the quiet an

After all the intense fucking and the paroxysmic climax, Wes needs a break. He says he needs some quiet alone time before he'll be ready to make another appearance. I totally get what he's talking about - he needs to change out the dripping towel on the bed, wipe the various lubes and fluids off his face and body, get a drink of water, recollect his composure, and probably turn his asshole right-side out. I head out, and the Trucker guy with the sweet amyl poppers joins me, leaving Wes alone in his little VIP house. Trucker and I talk some more, and I get a guy to take a picture of the two of us standing there - but then I realize I wish his beautiful cock was a little more plump for the photo, to show it at at its best - so I kneel and swallow it until it swells in my mouth. We snap a picture, and then he heads off to the bar.  There are a couple of other guys hanging out under a canopy, and we visit and stroke one another's dicks. I see Chuck - a hot slim fox whom I'v