World Skinny Dipping Day, part(y) 1

 World Skinny Dipping Day is a holiday of my people. On both sides. 

The grew-up-in-the-woods side enjoyed a good all-boys creek hang with the men in the family, and skinny dipping was a part of it, sometimes also a tent, because of COURSE we were all Boy Scouts, and I loved the part of being out in the woods with my Dad and some friends thing, almost as much as I hated always being paired with the severely mentally handicapped kid in a tent, and getting relentlessly bullied by mean guys. The part where my cousin taught me how to stick creek-smoothed rocks up my butt underwater... that has come in handy. 

And then... I grew up, and got older, and finally started hanging out with the right crowd, and now we get invited to parties with nudist costumes (I kid you not... and they are FABULOUS - several of the key players are art and design and theater people, and the things you can dress up as while still being nearly naked, are many.)

My husband is always the creative one with the costumes. I have the skills - I used to do all kinds of historical costuming, and I know how to do cutting and assembling and all that... but I was never all that hot for *creative* design. He gets the awesome ideas. So, he comes up with the concepts, and sometimes I help make things go together. This was Halloween, five years ago, at one of Sam's famous costume evenings. Another year, we were jellyfish. And of course, it's fun and creative for a while, and then everybody's naked, and then you're balls deep in some cute little cub who winked at you out of his furry unicorn hood. Nah, leave it on, puppy. There you go. Just work it in your mouth like that. Good boy. 

Anyway. World Skinny Dipping Day is celebrated all over the globe on the second Saturday in July, and so of course we've got two invitations - one to a Salon event that will start out with figure drawing and photography, but almost certainly devolve into moderate debauchery... and the other, a party that will likely start out moderately bauched, and then progress fairly quickly to debauched, and work its way steadily toward being one of those porn shoots where the cameraman just wanders from room to room and people are fucking everywhere. THAT kind of party. I leave the house a little after one. I'm driving separately from my Husband, because he needs to come back to the house and feed and walk the dogs, and also he will probably want to go home before I do. I try to argue that I should come back with him, but after a certain number of rounds of discussion, I decide that I'll just do as instructed, and hang out until it's time to go from one party to the other. 

Husband has made gluten-free brownies with chocolate chips and Butterfinger crumbles, two batches, one for each party. I've made two identical antipasto trays - and Husband will pick the second round of snacks up when he feeds the dogs. We have logistics planned out. I have made a list. I have the same bag of fresh dry towels packed in duplicate, with sunscreen in each. I've taken the half-hour shower, because (1) I love getting fucked, and I never want to be a messy bottom if I can help it, and (2) with my genetic bowel disease, cleaning out with the deep cleanse is the only way I can be relatively sure that my system won't freak out and betray me. I am, I confess, a little worried about the longevity I'm going to have to expect of the shower today - and that's another reason I was kind of wishing to go back to the house between... but "I need to drive across town to hose out my asshole a second time," just didn't seem like the conversational tone I wanted. Anyway. I leave while he's still showering, and get to Dan and Dave's place across town in fairly good time. Everybody's out in the pool and the back yard; I drop off snacks and put cans of Topo Chico seltzers into one of the coolers, hug a few guys I know, wander around and see what all is going on. 

There's an absolutely gorgeous young man with a really extreme ball weight that makes his nuts hang like four inches below his cock, and I sit and draw him for a while in a lounge chair. I don't get anything I'm interested in taking a photo of, although I do get some sweet reference photos that I may do some drawing from. You don't get to see those, because that's the deal - it's OK if I share my drawings, if there are any, later on. I wander around, get in the pool, hug some more people, get some more drink and some snacks. One of the guys asks me for the recipe for the little rolled up pepperonis with cream cheese and basil... and, um, that's kind of the recipe. I measure nothing, and usually one brick of cream cheese makes up one big wrap of the sandwich-sized pepperonis, and little basil leaves are better than the giant ones, because those can get tough. So, I suppose those are the recipe notes. Ta-da! 

These trays are perfect when you're stoned, too - there's salty, and there's savory, and the cheeses are creamy and rich, the tomatoes are sweet and tangy, and the artichoke hearts are fragrant and piquant. Also - eat some basil next time you're stoned. Or chew on a sprig of fresh mint. The expansive, delightful sensations in the mouth, particularly from the herbs that affect not only flavor but physical sensation on the tongue and lips... it's beautiful. 

Husband arrives and is hanging out and having a pleasant time. Since he works from home, I may be the only human being he sees in person for days on end - so at parties, I try to let him have as much time with other people, and away from me, as I can. I check on him occasionally and get him a refill on his drink when he needs it. He hangs out with a couple of different groups, and then when I look over next, he's leisurely sucking Troy's cock at the edge of the pool, lounging in the water as Troy sits on the ledge. I kind of enjoy watching him enjoy himself for a while, and then wander around some more. 

Dan comes out dressed in a police officer's uniform with special protective garments, and David's going to do a photoshoot for him, partly just for the photos, but also for Joey to be able to work up drawings. We go to the garage, where they have the sex furniture, the gym equipment, and the photo studio. Of course. We start fooling around with angles and props, trying to figure out what to put where. I'm holding the end of the leash, pulling downward at the correct angle for a dog to be inserted with the magic of pencil and paper later on, and Joey is snapping pictures of Dan in his uniform. Then, I realize, this would be a lot more fun if I kneel down and take the leash in my teeth. This leads to a whole series of what I think are amazingly hot photos. The real dog comes in, and I end up getting my nose licked a lot. Then I got given a treat. I really haven't done any pup play, and it's not a thing that I've given much thought in terms of doing it myself... but I'll admit, I kinda get the wags from this experience. Dan's a strong but gentle guy; he's the one whose Lazy Susan fuck table I helped to break in [see also: Not-So-Lazy Susan] and being knelt at his feet while he holds up a little jelly bean treat... it's kinda hot. My favorites, though, are the ones where I'm serving face as I literally growl around the leash in my teeth. I wish I'd thought to ask somebody to take a few seconds of video. 

Very, very licked. 

Then, the same hot boy with the ball weight comes in, and David takes a whole series of photos of him. We play around with props - weight bench, block to raise a foot up on, hold this, here, turn this way, move that light. He's very attractive, and he'll be fun to draw. He has to go, though; he's got another party to attend, before going to the one where I'll see him again in the evening. La. 

Then, David takes a bunch of photos of me and Dan, and I'm honestly not sure what got caught on the fancy camera and what just got caught on cellphones. I can't wait to see what Joey does with the K9 suit pics. 

Joey has been wanting to get some reference photos for a picture he's got in mind - it's a particular Renaissance pose typical to Michael, my namesake archangel, and he's impaling the Devil with a sword or a spear. I tell him I'll see if I can find a willing Devil, and I go find a stick to be the proxy for the spear. I run into Mickey Moist - that's not his real name, but as a porn name it's so fucking hilarious that I have to use it. We've played together at a video fuck party, and then a different time at the bath house, and I know he's fun and usually game. We stand and play with our dicks - I show him how to jelq, and take slow-motion video of him slapping his big dick into his palm - and then do similar with mine. I ask him if he'll pose for Joey, and he's totally down, and we take a series of different angles, tilt of the head, etc. We end up with a few that Joey likes.