Every Time You Hear that Ringing Sound...

 

I've been in a mood. I decide to make it a wild debauch of a night - and, as so often happens, plans went somewhat awry - but worked out well in the end. 

There's a buddy of mine that Husband and I played with together a few years ago; he's a hot pig, and I'm looking forward to violating both ends of him until he's squelching as he walks. He and I chat along, and he sends me a message asking what his "mission" is - I tell him his mission is to show up, take it in the throat and the ass hard, and milk the jizz out of as many guys as his talented holes can manage. He signs off - he can't have any of his social apps on during the day - and I just figure I'll see him when he can make it. There's another hot otter boy who's been chatting with me, and I'm particularly looking forward to playing with him - he and I align on a lot of kinky preferences - but then, with no explanation, I find that he's blocked me on both Sniffies and SMS. Ah, well. It happens. If a guy has started reading this blog, there's usually some trigger - or, as a buddy of mine suggests, he may have just gotten all worked up, realized how many checks his mouth was writing that his ass would have to later cash, and decided to flake. It happens a lot if a guy jerks off - that post-nut clarity is a motherfucker. I've done it myself, although I try to be a little more mature and excuse myself from a conversation. Like, there was a guy that I was really into... RIGHT up to the point where he said, "Would you be OK with changing my diaper?" Um, thank you, that's not the evening I am looking for. ANYWAY - for whatever reason, a really sexy guy flaked on me, and I don't have any information as to why. Womp-womp, sad trombone... NEXT! 

Different cute boy starts chatting with me; he's 22, has never done anything this wild, wants to learn to be a better sub, likes dominant Daddies. Yes, please! I invite him to come along; I figure we should all be able to play together nicely. He asks if I'll meet him toward the front after he gets in, and I agree. I tell him - and I tell most guys in this kind of situation - that I won't make specific promises about what we'll do together, or not, until we've met in person - but even if we don't work out as a pairing for playtime, I'll be happy to show him around. I send him a link to my blog, particularly the post explaining how the bath house is set up. He texts me when he parks, and I go up front to wait - not realizing that he's just walked past before I came up, and he's at the lockers. I see him and stand with him at the locker, explaining - yeah, put your clothes in the locker, put the towel around your waist, make sure the locker's locked, put the key on your arm. He's awkward - clearly new to the whole scene, but he's keen and interested, and he does as instructed and follows me toward my room. 

I walk him past the showers, point out the spa and sauna area but don't go into them, and go back to my little corner-room den of debauchery. I touch his chest and his shoulders, stroking and gentling him, and then I talk him through how to signal to me if he needs to tap out, or to have me slow down. I ask if I can slap his body, and then when he is uncertain of what it will be like, I lift my thigh up and slap it by way of demonstration. He asks for one on his own leg, and I give him a good hard smack. I talk to him about how it triggers the fight-or-flight autonomic nervous system. I tell him to kneel down and introduce himself to my dick. 

I realize, just as he's about to go down on me - I haven't washed my dick.  Since Sunday. Sometimes I like to bring it funky - it's not too intense, but you can definitely smell it from the next urinal when I peel the skin back. Certain guys, often HOT guys, go INSANE for it. There's visible white smegma beneath the foreskin. I have a little conversation with him about that - and he decides he'll give it a try, letting me choose. Hot damn, I've got a live one. Yaay! He kisses around the sides of the shaft and gets a good sniff of the intensely penisy aroma, and after checking to make sure he's OK, I take some of the smegma on my fingers and massage it into his nasal cartilage. Now every breath he takes for the rest of the night, will smell like my fermented sperm and piss. We're off to a lovely start. He takes my cock in his mouth, and after letting him get used to it some, I push forward, stretching his throat. This has never happened to him before, and it takes him a couple of times to really get his footing - but he takes it like a champ. I talk him through what's going on. He tells me it's a lot bigger than he thought it was... and  hey, I'm totally OK with that. I get him to say "Ahhh," which opens his throat - and I tell him a hot little story, which I'll let you watch the video to see. He gets more and more shaky as the acetylcholine and epinephrine kick in, and he's leaving long strands of drool every time I pull my cock out of his mouth. I get consent to hit him on the shoulder, and deliver a ringing slap that makes some guy watching from the hallway yelp in surprise and sympathetic pain. 

I get frustrated with the phone shutting off - I accidentally bump the phone from time to time, so I pick up the GVM light and put my phone in it. I talk some more. Well, a lot more. I slap his shoulder, and then ask permission and slap his face. He colors up brilliantly. I talk about the safety triangle for a face slap - imagine a line from the earlobe to the corner of the mouth to the corner of the eye - if you hit on the cheek inside that triangle, you are at much less risk of damaging anything. It stings, it colors up - but you don't split a lip or burst an eardrum. One of my hard limits - no permanent damage. I laugh, and say, "You know... it's like that thing where every time a bell rings --- but it's "Every time you hear that ringing sound (as I slap him) a Fairy's getting his wings. 

[note: Sadly, this beautiful boy decided he's not comfortable with the video being on the blog, and I honor that. Frustrated, because some of it was GOOD - but honoring it. EDITED TO ADD: He said, it's OK if video footage doesn't reveal his identity. Redacted video incoming.]

It's time for a break. I get him up and start walking through the building, showing him how the rooms are configured in a square, with a ring of rooms on the inner surface and a ring of rooms surrounding the center, where the maze is. I talk through what we're going to see in the dark spaces, and then take him through the off-side maze, and then outdoors. I'm explaining to him how the furniture works - where you can get a person inside one of the benches like a cage, how you can bend somebody over another bench to beat or fuck. This really cute guy has followed us out - it turns out he's nineteen, from somewhere really homophobic in West Texas, and doesn't want to be on any of the video parts - but he's OK with me writing about him. He's probably five-eight or five-nine, but he's got these beautiful fine fingers - I can't tell if he'll grow out of it, or if he's going to look like an elf forever. He's killer cute, with curly brown hair and bright active eyes and fine white teeth. He's smooth, muscular but looks more like active-outdoorsy than gym-body. He probably drives a truck. I tell the two of them about things like how to handle advances here, how guys will signal what they want to do, how you can ALWAYS say no, and how to say no so that creepy guys will vanish. Because if you look at someone trying to grope you in a group situation, after you've given him "no, thank you, I don't want you to touch me," then I will turn to him in a loud conversational voice, and say, "I'M SORRY, I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH ME." They vanish. Creeps like this have learned to prey on guys' politeness - guys who've been told that as a submissive, as a bottom, you shouldn't talk back. Fuck that, it's a contract - you have full rights of refusal, especially if they don't ask. I have slapped guys' hands when multiple gentle remove-like-dead-mouse shake-offs haven't gotten through to them. 

We walk through the maze, and before we cross each space, I describe with gestures what we're walking into. We walk into the central maze, and I point out the Lazy Susan, and then make motions with my hands to show where the curtained cubicles are, and then where that little corner cubicle with the wooden horse. I feel like I'm leading some kind of expedition - I'm giving them tactical briefing material, and then we move. We end up in that little cubicle, where there's enough red light to see things quite clearly - and also a good view, without being in the way, of what's happening at the sling. I describe how a sling works - and how a guy mounting the sling is making a bid of sorts for a particular experience, but he still has the right to say no to particular partners.

And then, I shit you not, another cute, cute boy, overhearing what we're talking about, comes up and joins our little group. This one looks like a gymnast that I did a drawing of when I was substitute teaching; tight muscles and a very expressive face, constantly bouncing around like he physically embodies his thinking with his eyebrows. I kind of lay out with words and gestures how this space is laid out, and then we walk over to the area with the sling and the cage. The sling's activity has settled down some - there's a fuck going on, but it's the easy, hangin'-out-in-yer-butthole kind of fuck, not the shaking-the-chains type. I show them the half-cell... and how you can suspend somebody from the leather loops by their wrists. My submissive boy says he wants to see what it feels like, but only with one arm. I show him how you put your wrist through, and he holds against it for a minute. I check in with him before slapping him a couple of times. He has fun, but wants out quickly, and we go on to my room. 

I let the boys in, and have the sub kneel down and suck my dick, so I can show the other two what I'm talking about. We do exactly that for a while, and I put him through his paces, gagging him with my cock and my hand, smacking his round white ass. I talk about acetylcholine and epinephrine and endocannabinoids and endorphins. One of the guys asks about safer sex, and how do I handle it, do I get tested regularly? I explain to him about PrEP and DoxyPEP, and how they reduce my likelihood of contracting most diseases, along with vaccinations against hepatitis A and B, monkey pox, and meningitis. The beautiful elfin nineteen year old asks what I mean, about PrEP. It's for helping to prevent the spread of HIV. What's that?.... and the fuck kind of stops instantly. The submissive boy and I talk back and forth with him, and either he's genuinely totally unaware of what the AIDS virus is... or he's a better actor than anyone I've met. He's heard about safe sex... but apparently they just talk about using condoms, and they don't push really hard on kids learning all the gross stuff that they shouldn't be dealing with anyhow. I'm... kind of gobsmacked. So we talk at length, about how the virus leapt from simians to humans, how it infected by blood and bodily fluids, how men died untouched in hospital rooms because their families were kept away by fear and shame. How it devastated a generation. It's a sobering realization - and it makes me wonder how much of that can be tied to a Republican-heavy school board somewhere. How much they would just rather forget that all those nasty homos even exist. 

I get to a point where I feel like we've pretty much talked it down, and I tell the boys to go wander off somewhere; I'm gonna go get a shower, and kind of reset my head. They file off, and they've got the kind of giggling companionable presence that you only get with people going together through something intensely novel. It's fun to watch them, and I hope I've at least made some sense out of a thing or two for them. I know that my little submissive cocksucker has had a lot to think about - and he'll be sore in the morning, back in the throat from the pummeling. But in a good way. I hope I've been a good introduction to this space for him. 

I kind of want to walk the property again, see if there's any fun I want to get into. I tell my little trail of ducklings that I'm enjoying sharing my experiences, but I also want to put my penis into people. And they're any one of them welcome to join in, or to watch. So we walk through the center maze, and there's not a lot going on... we walk through the side maze, and there's a sexy Latino guy lying in the sling. I ask the submissive boy if he'll kneel down and get me hard and ready to fuck, but he doesn't feel comfortable in this much of a public space. I get it. I start to stroke my cock as I get a couple of fingers and begin to rub the bottom's open slick hole. I slip one inside, and begin to stretch him out... and after a round of Butt Clock, I begin to fuck into his hole with three fingers, massaging his prostate and drawing patterns on it. I'm good and hard now. I massage his prostate, and tell him about the chakras I love to open, and how to pull up the golden fire. I have so many visualizations of this that I want to record as spoken tracks. I'm pounding him with my hand so hard he's shaking the chains, and he's going from a long low moan up to a high, kind of panting yelp again and again. I lean down and suck his dick some. He's FUN. The boys are watching from various vantages around the room. I look up and smile at them in turn. I am kind of showing off for them - I want to rock this boy's world, and give them an educational performance. 

I rub my cockhead against his hole, and he is tight despite all the opening - and then I realize he's squeezing. Umm, yes, please. Good boy. Extra good boy. I fuck him, and the high panting breaths continue. He doesn't ejaculate, but he kind of dissolves in shivers, and his hole spasms on my cock. He's ready for a break, and so am I. 

I go and shower again. The boys show up, and they go into the spa for a while. After I've showered off, they get up and follow me into the sauna. I look around, and there's a guy that I've chatted with here for years - and I've shared a bottom with him a time or two, just things like, "See, put your dick in his mouth... now push.... boy, do the thing I showed you, swallow..." kind of connections. He's lean, muscular, and I feel like he's older than me by a few years, but we've never discussed it. He follows the blog, I think. Anyway... I don't remember from previous encounters, him having such a big and delicious looking dick - but it's lookin' big and delicious at the moment, and so after asking, I kneel in front of him and start to kiss, and then suck, and then deepthroat his cock. I explain that it's easier for me in my own space, and he joins me back at my room. I realize that he's still wet from the shower, and the towels I have are also wet - so I tell him to lie back, and don't move, and think happy thoughts. I go and grab a couple of fresh towels, and they are actually still warm from the dryer a little - I take them back and dry him the rest of the way, and then... yeah, I start to suck his big thick cock, and then I massage his perineum and then his asshole and then his prostate. I don't mean to make it sound like it's a boring routine; it's novel for almost every guy I do it with, but for me it's the most awesome thing I have in my bag of tricks to show someone at the moment. It's funny... I left the phone camera recording video, face down on the bedside table, so I get to hear the conversation that I hadn't heard before - the sweet guy whose accent reminded me of the Subcontinent... comes up and talks to this handsome Daddy who's lying stretched out on the little bed. He wants a spanking. My buddy tells him he's waiting for me to return. I'm going to include the video/audio - this is one of those where you just get to hear. And I describe the chakras, one after another, as I'm massaging them and also massaging his prostate. He writhes under my hands; it's clearly working for him. I ask permission, and slap his belly as we get to the solar plexus chakra. I suck his cock, and then deepthroat it, swallowing again and again, as I'm rubbing his prostate with my fingertips. He draws the power up. 

I talk to him about tantric edging - pulling that power up, getting to a place close to orgasm, but not falling off the edge. Staying at about an eight or nine for a while. And then I make him shiver for a couple of minutes. He's starting to moan and breathe deeply... and I realize, it's shower time. Sorry, guy. I tell him I'm game to try again after a shower - but we need a shower, and specifically, he needs a shower. He looks at his watch, and realizes that he has to go and it's later than he thought. He heads off down the hall. 

The sweet Indian-sounding guy appears again, and tells me that he needs a spanking... but he doesn't want any other sex. No fucking, no sucking. I tell him that's fine... and I give him a few smacks with my hand. He thanks me politely, and leaves. 

The ducklings are in my room again. They've somehow managed to find ANOTHER hot, lithe twenty-something who's never been here before. We talk a little, and the guys ask me various questions about my sexcapades. The beautiful elfin boy is looking at the various implements I have laid out, and I describe some of them and what's to be done with them. He asks me why I have the hairbrush. I tell him that it feels awesome lightly brushed across the skin, and he lets me show him on his back. This is the most that I touch him, all night - and the other boy who joined, I don't think I even bump into. It's oddly non-sexual, like they want to learn about sex from me, but they don't want to have it with me. It's honestly erotic for me on a very different level. I tell them about how to look up and find a decent gay doctor - and if you're going to be hanging out at the bath house and you're thinking about having sex here - you should have a gay doctor. Not just a doctor who's OK with you being gay, but a doctor to whom you can confide that you took seven huge dicks and your hole is a wasteland, and today is not the day to try for the digitorectal exam. 

After talking for a while, I'm ready for another meander. The boys wander off to do their own things. I end up in the side maze, watching this big muscular Daddy absolutely pile-driving a bottom on the raised fuck bench. After a particularly vigorous round of slamming thrusts, I turn to a guy standing next to me, and say in a conversational tone, "Wow! I feel like I ought to applaud or something." The top smacks the bottom's ass a couple of times, and I say, "Yeah... that's the perfect round of applause for an amazing fuck." The top walks down the steps, telling us that the bottom is amazing, and then out the door. I mention to the guy standing next to me, that I'd love to fuck, but I need somebody to suck my cock a little first, get it warmed up. He turns to me, and smiles and offers to help me out with that. He's got pale skin and an almost black (at least in this light) beard, but it's fine and thin like he's still growing into his beardy years. He kneels down and starts giving me absolutely perfect head - sucking the head, then working the shaft into his throat, and continuing to suck. I ask if he'd like to come back to my room and do whatever I want. It's that time of the night. He enthusiastically agrees. 

There's a guy I've played with before, shaved head and a short silver beard; from the back, he reminds me a lot of our hot neighbor, but from the front I wouldn't have thought so, if that makes sense. It's literally the shape of his back and shoulders and the back of his head. He's a handsome man, though, and a week ago, he gave me one of those brain-blasting long orgasms. Unfortunately, some things about that evening kind of went weird, and I'm not sure if I'll get it written up or not. Anyway, if you're that dude reading this - it's not you. It's stuff in my head. But he says he's perfectly willing for another round, although his throat is still a little sore. I chuckle. I tell him I may take him up on it. 

I leave the door open, and start by having the sweet little cocksucking otter from the maze, who turns out to be named Houston, but he's not from there, and he has the cutest mass of hyacinthine black curls on the top of his head. I try to explain to him about hyacinths, but I will just have to send him a picture later. I have him lie down on the bed, and I get acquainted with his cock. He's not as big as me, but it's a nice dick - certainly big enough once it's hard, for him to enjoy the sensation of his cockhead lodging behind my tonsils as I swallow... and suck... and swallow. He's moaning and rolling, and you know... it's kind of like a themed musical. You hear the snippets of the theme again and again, recast into different songs. It's been kind of like that this evening, with the combination of Carlton Butt Clock and Tantric Prostate Massage. This one is already familiar with chakras, and so it's easy to start him on the visualizations - and he lets me slap his belly and chest as he pulls the power upward. He's got the most beautiful, pert little prostate - it feels like if you took a nice ripe plum, and found the part where it has that little cleft in it, and made a slice with cleft running right down the middle. I don't know that I've handled a prostate quite so firm and juicy before. And I don't know if he's had it handled quite like I'm doing it before - he rolls his head, his shoulders are kind of rocking with his breath, and I ask him about where he's at in terms of excitement. He's at a four. Sweet. If he's like this at four, I am looking forward to six and eight and ten. I slobber up his ballsack, which is shaved, not my favorite thing, but it makes it easy to slurp both nuts into my mouth. I pull a little, and then pull down - and I realize, if I stretch it just right, I can have his entire scrotum in my mouth with both nuts, while licking his asshole. It feels weird as hell, and just the thought of it makes me pull off him and bark out a couple of laughs. I explain to the watchers what's just happened - because he knows EXACTLY what I did - and then I do it again. And again for a while, spreading his pucker open with two fingers like how you open a cunt to massage the inner lips, so that my tongue can explore. A lot. Then I let his nuts pop out of my mouth, and devote some more time to visit with his hole with my tongue, teeth, chin, forehead, and beard. I mumble into his butthole, humming and nibbling so that my buzzing lips move over it. I tell you, it's gourmet ass, and I eat it properly, and we both enjoy it. Then I put two fingers in him, and fuck them back and forth across his perky prostate while I deepthroat his cock some more. 

He tells me he wants to get fucked - and HOLY HELL, of course I'm not saying no. I'm bricked up solid after all the assplay, and I've had three fingers in him for a while, so I know he's ready to go. I point this out, because I just like saying it... "I've got a three finger dick." I put three fingers of my right hand into his palm and wrap the fingers around it so he can feel the girth - "So... when I've had three fingers in you for a while, I know you're ready for my cock," and I put my cock at the opening of his hole and just glide it firmly and inexorably all the way in. He's so lubed up with my deepthroat drool, that everything is slick and velvety; I love the feeling of a pure spit fuck. One of the other guys hanging out in the room (Oh yeah, a couple of guys have stepped in; the nice guy who wants spankings only, and the buddy who reminds me of the hot neighbor from behind) tries to give me lube, and I check in with the hot otter I'm laying the pipe into, and he's also fine with the sensations we're getting. It's somehow... slower? I don't know how to describe it, but the sensation of deepthroat spit as lube, is a little more like fisting lube than it is like silicone or regular gel lubes, and very different still from anything with grease or oil. I mean, they're all fun - but this has a feeling like you're rubbing your cock on a slick deerhide after it's been soaking in the quicklime bath that takes the hair off... I'm very aware of the texture of his asshole, and the slight pleasant drag makes it suck the skin back over the cockhead each time. We fuck. I pound into him, and I show him the trick of lifting his ass up with his heels, and I'm occasionally stroking his cock while deliberately pummeling his prostate with my cockhead. 

He asks for some doggy-style, and I oblige, climbing up into the bed beside him. I fuck him with me on my knees and him on all fours. He's not tiny, but he's shorter than me by a few inches - I think five-nine? So I have to spread my knees a bit to get our angles perfect. He is fine with a light spanking, and so I spank him lightly, watching his pale skin color up to just a bit pink. I rock my hips side to side, so that I spread open his second hole, and it makes out with my cockhead while I'm pounding into his willing ass. 

We take a break and share some poppers, and then we do some breath play, me holding his mouth and nose while he struggles, and then putting my cock in his mouth when he gets a breath and cutting off his air yet again. Then I ask if he likes being choked - and we experiment with that some, pressing my thumbs into his carotids until he becomes loose and pliable. Then I put the orange lacrosse ball in his hand and make him hold it up, so that I can see when he loses tonus, and I drop him almost-out a couple of times. I ask if I can put him in a sleeper hold, and with that I knock him out, and again, and again. While I'm fucking him, grinding into him deep and kind of lazy. This... feels awesome. 

I put him back on his back again, and have him begin visualizing again the rising column of lights. I can practically see him sparkling from all the other things we've done so far. He starts to shake a little, and I put my hand over his mouth, blocking his air momentarily, which heightens the sensations. I let him breathe in little sips, so that he never gets a full breath, then I let him breathe for a couple of deep gulps, and then hold his nose and mouth again. I pull his legs up and enter him; he's loose and open at this point, although each time he struggles with the lack of air, everything clenches panicky tight. Panicky tight on my penis is another yes, please. Thank you. Oh, thank you, sweet boy. You are so awesome. And I'm pounding his ass, and managing his air, and occasionally smacking his chest and belly with a light hand... and he starts shaking. He cums, spraying semen up his belly and up onto mine as well. I tell him, NOW... pull it up. Relax and keep going. And I keep him cumming, ejaculating in multiple spasmodic volleys, for about half a minute. The entire time, I'm rhythmically thrusting my cockhead directly into his prostate, his hips elevated so that it's a direct bullseye impact with every smack of my hips against his thighs, and stroking his cock with a throat-slime-slimy hand. He finally shakes and kind of stutters, and goes limp. I let him down onto the bed and I lie across him and pet his body for a minute as he comes back to earth. 

And, in another of those moments where I think that I must have done something right for the God of Buggery, because he floats gently down, relaxes with a huge sigh, turns to me, and says, "That was AMAZING. Now... how can I get you off?" 

THIS, boys. This is a gift. It's not something you have it in you to do every time - it's not always feasible, and sometimes it's not even something desirable for either of you, and it's OK if that's the case. But, if you can, ASK, if your partner who has just absolutely rocked your world, would like a spin in the driver's seat. Once again, thank you, you beautiful boy, because, yes. Yes, I have a mission for you. I want you to do to me, pretty much anything and everything that I just did to you. Deepthroat my cock. Eat my ass. Massage my prostate with a finger; stretch me out so that I can take two or three, and really get in there and POUND THAT FUCKER like I did yours, and alternate that with just massaging or swiping across it. And keep sucking. 

So, because he is an awesome and obedient boy, and an AMAZING fuck, he does just that. He deepthroats my cock, and massages my prostate, and my own hands go from grasping his skull, to stroking upward from my groin toward my shoulders and then up across my face. I'm vocalizing with short sharp grunts as I squeeze my hole around his fingers in time to the music playing overhead. With each pulse, he's thumping my prostate with his fingertips, I'm squeezing around his fingers, and I'm shoving my cock deep into his throat. This is a SERIOUSLY awesome fuck. It pushes all the buttons - I'm topping, controlling every choice, but at the same time I'm getting my hole pounded in perfect rhythm and just the right vigorous depth. Each time I flex my hole, I picture it pushing the light up my belly - illuminating the red, the orange, the yellow - and as I'm seeing that column of light rising, I'm flexing those muscles. The music is too fast for this particular visualization, and so I start taking it by the measure instead of the beat, SQUEEZE the hole, the perineum... and then SQUEEZE the lower belly - which, by the way, pushes blood into the cock, and is a good get-your-dick-hard move, and then SQUEEZE the solar plexus, and then take a huge breath and spread my arms to open my chest, and SQUEEZE the muscles of the chest; and I'm panting as I get higher, and my body is shaking in the extremities - and then I SQUEEZE and clench my jaw and compress my face together, and then open my eyes wide and stick out my tongue like a Lion Pose in yoga - and then SQUEEZE, and picture it exploding out the top of my head like a vapor cloud, tiny droplets of white light showering around me. I hold my breath and clench everything, a move I got from Barbara Carellas' "Urban Tantra," which you should read, or even better listen to, because it has AWESOME stuff in it. So... the whole rainbow is lit up, and I just kind of melt, and the orgasm begins. 

It sprays up my chest and in his face, I tell him to keep going, and I shove it balls deep in his throat, holding it as he gags until he taps. I tell him to keep going. He's still milking my prostate, and I tell him, "Remember how I was fucking you when you were cumming. Fuck me like that," and that does the trick. Bam-Bam-Bam... and, I keep cumming. I pull it out of his mouth, and show him as spurts flow down the side of my cock. The first one is usually splashy, and the subsequent rounds often ooze out rather than spray. I put it back in his mouth. He keeps going. Another round, and this one goes down his throat without any real choice on his part - swallowing is kind of more of an inevitability, than an option. It goes for a little more... and once again I pull him off and jerk it, and it does get a little more airborne squirting this time... and then I'm done. I am shaking, and I kind of lie there and just melt. Houston keeps gently stroking my body and using two fingers to gently massage my hole, and I just kind of bliss out for a while. One of the other guys in the room is concerned for me - I guess I look like I've fainted - but I'm coherent enough to say that I just came really, REALLY hard, and I just need to relax and enjoy the glow for a minute. 

After that wears off a few minutes later, I sit up, get some Gatorade, praise my sexy and willing partner in whole and in hole and in part, and point out highlights of the past hour or so that make it a particularly awesome fuck. For me, that's the most awesome way to get off, and the fact that I know he's still glowing from the remarkably similar orgasm I just gave him. 

He goes off to shower, and I straighten things up a little. The sweet Indian-sounding guy comes in again, and asks for more spanking. This time, I use the paddle at something like a 4. Not a serious intense spanking, but it's what he wants. He starts hinting about closing the door, and I explain to him that I'm not interested in closing the door, I'm happy to give him some whacks, but that's all for now, and I need to go shower because - gesturing at my body, which is slimy with slobber and semen from about my nipples to my knees. Shower. 

I really ought to head out. It's not quite time, but that... that was a pretty intense orgasm, and I feel like I've been wrung out like a washcloth, my body relaxed and glowing. But, I'm just not quite done. I feel like it's time to, you know, suck a dick or something. So I do a prowl lap, with the idea that if something really hot presents himself, I'll see where it goes and what I'm up for. 

Standing by the wall by the door to the central maze, is the beautiful furry Daddy who threw such a hot fuck into the bottom on the platform. As I walk by, half-hard, he reaches out and grabs my cock, and in a husky voice he says, "You want some dick?"

Um... yes. Yes, please, I would like some dick. Please, Sir. 

He goes with me back to my room. 

He's a handsome Daddy, probably my height or an inch taller, broad shoulders and a strong muscular body, tattoos all across his chest with musical notes and symbols. 

I kneel down and suck him into my mouth; he's bigger than me, probably eight inches, and fairly thick. I massage his glans with my larynx, moving it up and down with a swallowing motion. He tells me he had a lot of poppers earlier, and somebody fucked him in the ass, which he doesn't usually do, and so he's not sure if he'll get hard enough to fuck. I'm not saying that I take this as a challenge... but I begin working on his cock in earnest, sucking the blood into the head with that wave motion, so that my mouth and throat act like one of the penis vacuum pumps. I feel him become tumescent all the way down my throat; his cock expands in length as well as girth as it swells with the blood I'm swallowing down. He gets fairly hard, and he pushes me back onto the bed and goes to mount my ass. He fucks a few strokes, but his erection is being fickle, and he pulls back out. He starts saying that he's sorry, it's just not gonna work.... and so I get down on my knees and massage his perineum, his asshole... you are a smart boy, dear reader, and you can see where this is going. I put a finger up his ass, and start massaging his prostate. I look up at him, his dick in my throat, and he's looking down at me, his handsome bright eyes in a face surrounded by a sandy brown beard; he's got the kind of beard striping where his temples and cheeks have white, and it gives him a striking effect. The light is behind him, making his hair into a halo. I can tell that he's gonna make a mess if I'm not careful - I'm guessing he came here tonight with zero intent for his ass to get played with. So I play with his prostate gently but firmly, and avoid going deep. 

He tells me to sit on the bed, and kneels down on the towel himself. He starts to suck my dick, and I push and make him gag a few times. He stands up, rampantly hard. He comments on it - "I guess that's what I needed, to suck another man's cock for a while." Hey, I have ZERO complaints. Where I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, he pushes me to lie down, and pulls my legs up, and enters me. 

Holy fuck, y'all. He starts slow, a little - I have to remind him that although that boy was playing with my prostate, I haven't had a dick in me tonight, and that spit dries up. I spit into my own hand, and there's plenty of the slimy drool from deepthroating his cock - and massage it into my hole, and he pushes back in, and I arch to meet him. He starts to grind, and then when I pick my ass up using my heels, he starts to give the kind of blistering power-fuck that he gave the other guy. He ends his thrusts with a strong snap, so I'm literally bouncing off his hips. I'm stroking my cock, and it feels like I'm gonna cum again. 

Unfortunately, he shifts position, and then says that I need to clean up. He is totally cool about it - he says he was the same way when that other guy fucked him. I reach back, and although I can smell what another blogger calls "my internals" - like, I can smell where my ass has gotten just a little shredded, but I'm clean - there must have been a tiny little turdlet that escaped the water earlier. I don't go home between office and bath house, so I'm cleaning out with a water bottle, and it usually does the job, but it's not the Shower Shot. Anyway. It's late and we're both tired, or I would have offered to re-shower and hop back on Pop... but it's time to go home and get some sleep. As I'm coming back from the shower, I see him again, and tell him about the blog. He tells me his name is RJ, and that I should put it in the blog. Of course I am doing what he said. 

I want to ride his cock again some time. Woof, Sir.