Clearing the Cache

 This... is kind of an experiment. 

This is a series of videos that I haven't written the story of yet. They kind of tell most of the story. I'll write a post later. But the stuff I really want to say, I'm saying aloud in the video. 

Today in Advanced Buggery, class, we're going to skip reading the chapter, and watch a filmstrip. Did y'all have filmstrips? Like, they came in little plastic tube boxes, and the teacher had to wind them into the machine on little cog wheels, and sometimes the FANCY ones advanced themselves with a beep, but a lot of them didn't have the beep, and either the teacher ran it, advancing every beep, or some suck-up ran it. I may have run it a time or two. I was good at school; I leaned hard into anybody related to learning, because if I was having a conversation with a teacher until it was time to dash to class, I was much less likely to get bullied. Plus, they were often either full of fascinating information that was just too much detail for the fifty-minute class... or, they were infuriatingly wrong, and needed to have this explained in detail. I was THAT kid. Not quite Sheldon Cooper -- but definitely Sheldon Cooperesque. Sheldon Light. I was also unfortunately not quite as mathematically and scientifically brilliant as the friends I hung out with, so I wasn't in on those chat groups. Which, back then, meant a small number of people who would sit together before school and after lunch. Cliques. I belonged to one that called itself Salem's Lot, because one of the seniors from a year before had loved the book... and one of my friends there, KJ, is the one who taught me how to make eye contact in a way that rides the proper path of moderation, avoiding both the "umm... are you PAYING ATTENTION TO ME??" version that is typical of autism, and was my go-to whenever I was among somewhat-friends... OR, the excessive, UNBLINKING, focused stare that says I'm mentally recording everything, because this is AWESOME, or you're really CUTE, or you did some cool PROJECT..."So, look for three seconds. Then look away. Watch the other person; they'll do it and you can follow. But if you stare them direct in the eyes, you'll freak them the fuck out, and you won't be able to socialize." (I was, in fact, unable to socialize. Unless we were talking about books/monsters/cool science/fantasy stories, etc. And then, my mouth ran a mile a minute, often making it difficult for the other person to get a word in.) "And now.. do the same thing with your voice. Use it for a thought - a couple of sentences - and then pause. Give them a chance to toss the ball back to you." She and several other friends were theater kids (I was a choir kid) and she did it like acting exercises. 

Which tells you a lot about me. And... now, how I have sex. 

Because I learned, as a challenging and hard-won skill, to make eye contact in a variety of different ways - and, because I'd read about it, and applied my learning, I could make people feel I was really sincere about being interested in their topic, or feel like I liked them as people, and that they could talk to me. It's kind of creepy. I try to use it for good. I occasionally use it for selfish ends. Because... it lets me knock down TOP SHELF hot tail, that I would have trouble catching if it weren't for the ability to push those buttons. I can act aggressive, authoritative, dominant. I can be disappointed in you because you failed a challenge; I can be effusively praiseful because you did something very, VERY difficult but also extremely pleasant, for my personal pleasure. You did it to please me. GOOD BOY. And that's gonna be the topic for another post - FIRST, I need to offload some mental guilt, and put together a couple of stories with very few words (hah! HAH!) but a lot of video. 

This evening was awesome fun - 

So... that's one of those evenings where there were all kinds of fun stories; and I still have my notes - but they haven't gotten written. The entry is still tentatively titled, "A Top Who's Open To It" - because the coolest moment of the night was a hot tattoo'd top guy who wanted me to suck his cock, and then allowed me to introduce him to his prostate at great and orgasmic length. While he thrust and shivered and ejaculated a huge load of semen direct into my esophagus... and then I gagged and it bathed his cock before I licked it off. That was a GOOD one. Anyway. That part, may not get written up, just because bandwidth. But it was hot as fuck. 

And then... there's REC'D. It was a fucking hot party held by the amazing men at the Private Playground. I had... a LOT of kinky fun. And I got a decent amount of it on video, but their pro videographers are pro videographers for a reason, and their footage is always better than what I can get while I'm holding my cell phone and fucking somebody's throat one-handed. :) 

So occasionally, I hand my camera to a guy standing by, and I've got a colored light, and it looks like how the other camera guys' stuff looks, coloration wise... so when I am talking to the guy I've just handed my personal cellphone to, asking him not to spend quite so much time on the admittedly very hot couple fucking in front of us... because I wanted to do some skills work with this boy. 

Some seriously kinky stuff happened that night... and I am happy with what I caught myself. I'm pretty fucking proud of the jerk-ability of some of this scientifically accurate throatfuck training. 

This sweet boy... I've fucked him before. He's the one I shared with George [see also: A Ministry of Education] at another Private Playground party. He does a really good job of warming my cock up so it's nice and hard to fuck. 

I've fucked this boy before, too, at the Czech gloryhole party. [see also: Czech'ing in]. I've also chatted with him, so I'm doing things I know he's OK for. 

And he's up for me doing some serious consciousness play. He's so expressive when he struggles. And do you hear me accept his adjustment, letting him know I hear him? 

Then, this handsome guy in a mask (he takes it off for me a few times, out of camera; it's like he feels like he needs me to see him.) - but he's clearly never been properly stimulated. At least, not like I do it. He's so effusive in some of it that it's kind of embarrassing... but it's genuine and happened in the moment, and I'm leaving it in. I think. 

This... was a single massive twenty-minute file, so it's in two halves. 

This is the amazingly sexy Matt Coven. 

and some more of him

Then, this hottie - I bumped into him at a holiday party, and had never had the chance to really put my cock in him... so I did. A lot. 

Asking for somebody to fluff your cock at one of these is a sure-fire way to make new friends. And throatfuck them.

And... I have to say, I did abandon him a little. 

and I look down, and this guy is GOING TO TOWN on my cock... and so, I politely put it back in my friend for a bit, and then get him out of his sling for a break while I go get my knob slobbered. We move to a couch. There's another camera on us too - you see it in the back some. 

He makes me cum SO HARD. 

So... this is like cache clearing 1 of  2. Probably.