What Does That Spell?

 

This entry is still a little jumbled - I'm working on two different drafts, and one of them is just a lift from the text messages I sent one of my pervy friends from the bath house, so that I'd have it written the fuck down and don't forget - because at this point, the fun sometimes is so wild that it's hard to remember all the details. Progress notes really help. I literally make that part of my routine some times - like, before I go and shower, I'll speech-to-text to a friend who enjoys being part of the escapade explanation process... there's a couple, and I kind of share it out so that nobody has to read too much of my noise. The thing is, with dictation, it can get some unlikely autocorrect "helping" with the speech-to-text issues, and it will say something really weird. My regular spoken conversation includes a lot of odd phrasing and unusual words, and I imagine that it's thinking, "Oh, he couldn't POSSIBLY meant autoflagellation, this must be "Autoregulation". Or whatever. I usually comb that stuff out, even when I'm posting otherwise unaltered text, because it really doesn't help advance the story. But suffice it to say, I'm saving your brain from having to decipher the weird ones. 

I've been having fun with Thiago. He's got a Bluesky now, and you can see what he's up to there. He's also got a Just For Fans, which you can find via his bluesky.  He's a remarkably fun fuck, and as beautiful as he is willing. Five out of five stars, I fuck him whenever I get the chance, Highly Recommend. And he's really good at milking out my climaxes, too - he knows how to combine the deepthroat and the prostate massage. This is a powerful skillset. We play well together. We walk around, and this guy kind of gets attached to us in the sauna, and then he and another guy who holds the camera, and at one point grips the back of my skull, follow us to my room. Then this happens. 

I'm going to paste in the literal chat window texts that I sent to my friend as I was driving home, so that I'd be able to take my medicine and go to bed and not have to sit up half the night jerking my dick and watching this hot boy writhe on my fingertips... so, this skips back a bit. 

It's cold. It's really cold - 18'F outside. I get in, get a different room than I've ever had before - this one is a "black light room," with neon colors on the walls and a brilliant black light overhead. It plays well with my own colored lights. I start walking through. In the main maze, I walk up to a couple of guys playing around - an older Asian guy fucking a young, slim boy with dark wavy hair. I stand and watch, the boy grabs my cock a little, and I notice another big-muscled hairy guy standing next to us. I reach out and brush his chest. I recognize him as a dude I've played with twice before, years apart - once at a hotel pump-and-dump, once in a recent gym shower [see also: Quick But Not Dirty]. He's amazing looking. Like muscle-bear-porn hot. Thick curling hair covers him from his neck to his feet, and his beard is a dense golden-brown fur pelt. I tried doing a Google search to see if there was a photo of him in a bathing suit somewhere - but all I find is images of him dating the hottest bear from "Where the Bears Are." He leans down and sucks my cock, and lets me thrust into his throat even at that awkward angle. I tell him that I need to go to the shower and offload some piss, or he's going to get it by accident when my bladder just can't hold off any longer and he's stimulating my cockhead. So, we go to the showers. 

I ask him if he's into piss; he says that he used to be, that I can piss on his body if I want, but he's not as keen for the more intense stuff these days. I'm fine with that - it's still hot. So, as the hot water courses over my body - I love these rain style shower heads - I finally relax enough that the piss starts to flow. He leans over, touching the stream, and then I hold my cock and aim it at his furry belly. He rubs it on his muscular furry chest - and then he kneels down and takes my cock in his mouth. I keep pissing, delivering it in spurts like Sir Steven explained to me - so that he can keep up with swallowing. But I want to see if he'll let me take the same liberty as I had in the maze - and fuck me, he does. I thrust into his throat, holding my cock there at full depth, and I piss. I piss, and keep pissing until his esophagus is full and he coughs up / spits out a bolus of urine-mixed saliva. I pull off and let him breathe, then go in again, feeling the peristalsis stroking my cock as I piss. Milking it out of me. 

I pull him up, and explain that to me, this is a kind of sacrament - this partaking of another man's filtered blood. Because that's what urine is - it's just blood fluid that's been drawn across a membrane. It doesn't magically travel from your stomach to your bladder. So water that has been circulating in my body for the past half hour, is circulating among his cells now. With the added piquancy of my piss. 

I take him back to my room. I start massaging and stretching his butthole, but he tells me he's feeling really sensitive to fingers right now due to some overuse soreness, but a dick is OK. Hell, yes, I can do that. We fuck. I fuck him bent over; I fuck him on his back, I fuck him with both of us up on the bed on our knees, so that I can swing his hips and thrust up into him at the best angles. I play with the back of his tongue with my fingers, making his hole clench on my dick. I put his hand into my own mouth, and milk his fingers with swallowing motions until I gag too. I squeeze his carotids, making the room swim and everything go sparkly, before letting off and allowing him to return to the fully upright and locked position. Then I drop him a little again. I lie on my back, him between my feet, and have him mount my cock with his throat, then I put my legs in a figure-four hold, and bounce his head a tiny bit up but mostly further down, making him gag. I smack his ass some with my hand. Eventually, we reach a point where it's break time, and he wants to wander elsewhere for a while. I'm pleasantly warmed up but not worn out, and I've had some peak experience moments already, so I'm feeling good. 

Skeleton - for remembering later. Tall foreign guy; suck his dick in the steam room, then back to my room, more sucking, he fucks me, LOTS of talking. We get along really well - but eventually kind of talk ourselves into a space where we're enjoying one another's company but not driving the bus to poundtown, and we break and wander. Our conversation was wide-ranging, a lot about pleasure and awareness and consciousness and consent. And the kinky stuff I love. 

Thiago had said he might be here tonight - he's the guy in the picture. Another friend who's there with him, tells me he's in the sauna; I go to the sauna and we trade deepthroat blowjobs while guys watch. I do another round of hot-shower-cold-air-hot-shower, and take him and two other guys back to my room. One of the guys takes turns with me, fucking him in the throat and the ass, the other holds a camera for a while. Again, we get to a break point, and he goes off. I go shower again. There's a hot guy here that I talk to at some length; he doesn't appear interested in me at all sexually, but he enjoys the conversation. I tell him about how the cold air feels on hot skin, and we both do it - it's amazing to watch another guy steaming, it looks like he's shedding light in a nimbus around him. The lights catching it remind me of Grand Prismatic Spring in Yellowstone - the steam picks up those multi-colored gels above the showers, and it makes the steam look opalescent, colors flickering as the lights move in a pattern. We go get in the pool, and after some not-quite-getting-what-I-mean, I finally get him situated against the warm water jet, and we sit and talk in the pool for a few minutes, then go back inside. More hot shower. 

There's a cute guy - I can't tell immediately if he's Asian or Latino, so it makes perfect sense when he says he's Filipino. He's got a sporty thick body, and he opens his mouth and sucks my dick and... yes... lets me fuck his throat. I'm constantly amazed at how many guys let me. I fuck him in the throat a lot, then lay him back and work on his prostate. I do most of the same things I did with Thiago - and I build up to a point where I'm pounding his butt nut with two fingers, stretching out his asshole. He's starting to get more and more aroused, closer and closer to the edge. I lean down and swallow his cock, massaging it in my throat as I work his hole with my hand. He starts to ejaculate, moaning loudly as he unloads down my throat. I love the sensation of feeling his prostate and the back of his cock spasming under my fingers as he shoots. 

We talk for a while, and he gives me some awesome head-rub as I explain sensory play and short hair. Then another round of shower-outside-shower-fresh towels. 

I wander. In the second maze, I notice someone in the sling - I walk over, and it's Thiago. I first met him in this sling a while back - his then-partner and I took turns fucking him before going back to my room, where we proceeded to have all KINDS of fun, including the Whitehead gag's first appearance [See also: Circus Sex]. I'm not hard enough to fuck, but after I play with his ass for a while, I get there. I fuck into him gently, kind of conversationally - it builds up to a slow, rolling rhythm, then to grabbing the chains and power-fucking him. Guys come into the maze drawn the the clanking, body-slapping husky-dude fuck noise. There's another guy here who looks like he wants a turn - Thiago motions to him, and I step aside and let him have a go. I didn't have any conversation with him, so I don't have permission to write him up as a full character - but suffice it to say he's a lean, muscular power top who delivers a blistering hard fuck as I stand behind and stroke his chest and ass. I work a finger in a few inches and play with his prostate, and he seems to not really notice, so I stop. He doesn't say a single word to either of us, just fucks, breeds, leaves. I ask Thiago when he's gone - nope, that's not someone he knows, he just looked like he wanted to bang. 

I'm standing there, gently fingering the other top's seed into Thiago's hole. I'm rampantly hard now, after feeling their fuck from so many fascinating angles. I put my cock into him and fuck a few strokes - and he asks me if I'll go and get the fisting lube. Yes, yes, I certainly will. This is an opportunity I've been wanting. I want to SERIOUSLY repay him for some of the mind-blowing orgasms he's patiently milked out of my cock. I'll be right back. So I leave him hanging in the sling and go to my room. Our mutual friend sees me and wants to talk, but I explain that I've been asked to go get the fisting lube, and this is an opportunity I don't want to miss - so I grab it and a spare towel and head back to the maze. I lube up my hand and his hole, and start working him open. He explains that he likes a twisting motion more than thrusting, and so I work my goose hand in and out, stretching him open more and more. I get to the point where my fingertips are corkscrewing into his second hole, and I have all my fingers inside him, but not the heel of my hand. I reach my left hand up and gag him; the feel of his stretched sphincter squeezing my right hand is amazing. He opens up a little more as the clench subsides. I'm pummeling his prostate, swiping it back and forth, making circles, spirals, punching fast drum rhythms in time to the music. I go down on him. He's moaning loudly now, and half a dozen guys are watching from various vantage points, jerking off. One guy is getting head from a boy on his knees as they both watch. I work his cock into my throat, and he tentatively grabs my skull and pushes. I've got him deep inside now, and I'm working his cock by swallowing repeatedly as I massage his prostate. We do some more spelling practice, but then things get more and more heated, and he starts to cum. I keep working. He ejaculates for probably forty seconds or so, in bursts interspersed with shaking tremors. It's a GOOD orgasm. The kind I want. I gag, hard, and keep sucking. I gag hard again. Semen-laden slobber drools out of my mouth with each retching motion, and there's a puddle of it in his dark pubes and dribbling down his balls to where my hand enters him. I ream his hole like a citrus juicer, twisting my wrist to grind the sensation all the way around. He finally starts to come back to earth, and I gently withdraw my hand from his ass and his cock from my throat and let him rest. 

Shower. Outside. Freezing, warm, hot shower and melting like an ice cube in hot tea. That same sense of crazing running through the cube as the heat attacks it. And then, back to the maze, because there's time and I think possibly energy, for one more fuck - and I haven't really ejaculated yet. I've had some of the shakes with Thiago, but I've still got one in the chamber. 

There's a big tall guy I've seen walking around - he doesn't seem interested, but I keep an eye on him. He's probably six-five or six-six, and not gangly tall, he's more giant tall. Like he's a BIG DUDE, and nothing seems out of proportion, he's just a thickly-proportioned, muscular hairy guy, and his broad shoulders and thick thighs are like a quarter over scale. He's super hairy - the backs of his shoulders, his chest, his back, his legs and arms - he's covered in almost-black brown hair all over. Solid dark brown beard. I watch him walk through the maze, and he eventually stops in one of the little cubicles. I am totally unsure of what his preferences are; I haven't seen him do anything with anyone. I think a lot of times, guys like this don't get the attention you'd think they would, because everyone's a little intimidated. He looks like he's going to be a big rough-hewn country boy top, but when I walk up and stand in front of him, he reaches out and strokes my cock, and I play with his chest fur and kiss him. He tells me he's all bottom; I push him down and put my dick in his mouth. And into his throat. Jesus, it's fun being me. I take him back to my room, and we fuck. I fuck his throat a lot, first kneeling, then up on the bed. I finger and then fuck his ass, starting out with him on his back so I can watch his face and play with his sexy furry body. He lets me slap a hot handprint onto his inner thigh. I show him how to pull himself up with his feet, and that gives me leverage to really pound him deep and hard. I flip him onto his belly, so that his feet are planted on the floor. I have to kick his feet apart quite a bit to get him at fucking height, but once I do, this position really works. REALLY works. I start to build up a rhythm. I'm fucking with purpose, now - I can feel that we're getting somewhere. The sexual equivalent of four-wheel drive kind of kicks in, and I am holding him and thrusting into him and guys are commenting on the noises from the hallway, looking through the open door. I slam into him, smacking his ass hard with an open hand, and I start to feel the cum building. It takes a while, and it almost reminds me of when a car stalls while moving - my body jerks and spasms and twitches as I ejaculate into his furry hole. After, we talk some - he's from somewhere moderately far away, a small country town, and we relate over hiking through the woods and turning over logs to find snakes and salamanders. It's a perfect ending to an awesome night - sexy, masculine, human, connected. 

Whew. 

OK. Now I can get on with my work day.  

And this is the new game I'm loving, and will be springing on more and more bottoms, where I spell words with big capital letters on his prostate. Sometimes guys get a thigh slap or a nut tap if they miss a letter. Clearly Thiago is having such an intense experience with just the spelling lesson, I don't feel the need to temper it with pain. It's a fascinating training in ENTEROCEPTION, which is literally "to sense with one's guts" - because much of that sense of posture and positioning is navigated with sense nerves that perceive your innards. But guys are so often surprised to have their prostates really massaged with intense attention, which I think is a DAMNED shame, because it's totally the bee's knees. But OMG watch his sexy face. It's like there's not enough face to contain the amount of sensation he's getting. It's remarkably hot.