Hematospermia

I never get tired of saying, "Holy FUCK, what a night." I mean, I feel like it's fully justified, and I feel like it's important to stop and recognize, really feel some deep gratitude for the fact that I'm having an absolutely pornographic sex life... and I'm living my best autistic self right through the middle of it. 

Bolder [see also: An Inside Job, Good Boy, Spit in the Bowl, Remarkable, Kinky Book Club] sent me a message that he's free, so I know there will be fun shenanigans. I arrive, unpack my little encampment, perform the Laying Out of the Tools, get my lights set... all the little things that make an evening in my room weird and special.

We get started with some beard play and then pit sniffing and licking, then some in-depth fragrant foreskin worship. I swear, for guys who like it, it's like Essential Oil of Penis, and sniffing it is a sacrament. Bolder performs the Rite of Worship with zeal and vigor. Hail, Priapus! I'm having some trouble with hitting his incisors on the deep end of the stroke. He puts on a plastic retainer, kind of like what you use for teeth whitening, but this is a retainer for his Invisalign, I think... and it really helps. I still hit his teeth, but they're not sharp. 

The guy I call Camera Buddy shows up and holds the camera for a bit. We discuss the bite guard, and I fuck Bolder in the throat for a while and then give him angel wings. I start with the hairbrush to define the big bones of the top of the shoulder, and then handprints the rest of the way down. Then Camera Buddy has to run off, probably chasing some penis or other, and so I get some video of Bolder trying to show the marks. 

So, Bolder and I head to the showers, get fresh towels, and begin to prowl again. Up to this point, I hadn't really done my lap of the building. We check out the mazes, two and then one; we walk through the spa area, the showers, the sauna, the steam room. We don't run into many guys, but on a second walk through the outer maze, we see this really cute Latino looking guy with really curly inky black hair and a little scruff of a beard. In my mind, he has freckles, but I could be misremembering. He is walking around, and Bolder and I are standing against one wall; I stare very directly at him, and he stops as he walks past us. He reaches out and feels my cock, weighing it in his hand. I stroke his chest, and over the lump in his towel. I reach in, and pull out one of those cocks that has so much beautiful foreskin that it droops over the tip. As it hardens, the end of his cock reminds me of a hand-rolled cigar, or a Napa cabbage - it takes two rounds of pulling the skin back, to pull the skin back. It's like his foreskin has an inner membrane. 

I put my towel on the floor and he kneels down and begins giving me absolutely expert deepthroat, and then he turns to Bolder and does the same. We pass him back and forth a couple of times, and then I ask him if he'll join us in my room. And yes, he will. Woof. 

We go back to my room, and I put him on his knees to suck my cock. I grip him by the skull and fuck into his throat, gagging him again and again. I put him on the bed and suck his cock into my throat, then peel the skin back and swallow it skinned so that my larynx bobbing up and down massages his naked cockhead. A lot of the seriously uncut guys, the ones who don't end up peeled even when fucking, will be super sensitive; too much mouth friction can overstimulate them in a bad way. But the throat is more pressure, less friction, and a lot of them enjoy it. I finger his ass, massaging and stroking his prostate. Then I use the Butt Clock to open him up, and begin thrusting my fingers hard into him like a cock. I switch on an out stroke and just shove in with my cock, which he takes with ease because I've gotten him stretched out well. I fuck into him for quite a while, and Bolder sucks his cock. Sometimes Bolder kneels up beside him so he can suck Bolder. 

I need to shift position, and I get him close to the edge of the bed and begin finger-banging him while I deepthroat his cock. He gets wilder and wilder, bucking his ass up off the bed as he cums down my throat. I hold until the gag brings it up, and then snowball some of it with Bolder, because he worked for it too and deserves to have some of that sacramental semen in his throat. 

We shower again. We all need it. After the shower, some more sauna, and then outside in the sun. I get some still shots of Bolder up against the wing mural on the wall. The wings are still somewhat visible, although for some reason I can't get it to show up as well in photos. But basically imagine that the wings go on over his shoulders - you can see where it's red. 

We bump into Camera Buddy again in the outdoor cabana, and first I and then Bolder spend some time sucking his cock. He has his own camera; this is his view.

This is my view, of the part after I stand up. 

 

Camera Buddy follows us into the little outside shower, and gets some video as I piss into Bolder's throat. 

I throat-fuck him some more, trying to make sure he's not gonna puke. 

He's not gonna. He's a good boy. If he did, I was gonna fuck him in the neck until all the piss came back up. 

We go and shower, wander through, see hot slim guy, a couple of other fun possibilities... then back to my room. 

Good boys deserve orgasms. Bolder is multi-orgasmic, which is part of the fun of playing with him. You can make him climax again and again. Often the little ones are fairly low on squirt, but they make up for it with shake. Once he's started having orgasms, the amount of stimulation it takes to make him vibrate all over like a walking sex toy is minimal.  

My phone is running out of battery; Bolder lets me hold his. These are his camera. I like how different it is. Once we're sure he's relatively puke-proof, I start seriously fucking his throat. 

I stop the camera, because I think he's in distress, like he needs to vomit or has something caught in his throat besides my penis. It turns out he was just needing the dog bowl. I know that all good boys swallow... but truly good boys also spit. They spit the most AMAZING lube, made out of human mucus and nothing else, and it's smooth, and it's slick, and it doesn't smell like anything at all, and it goes away with just water. And so he starts spitting in the dog bowl every time he gags. Which I keep triggering with both my cock and my hand. And then I pour it back into his mouth. The Republicans are going to have a fucking field day. 

And then... because, have you met me? I play with the slimy spit in the dog bowl. A LOT.

There's a tiny fleck of blood, and we talk about that a little bit, and then I keep gagging him some more. And I whip the bowl full of mucus up with my fingers, and it makes a thick stuff almost like the beginning of a meringue. I want a whisk. The word I was failing to catch, was Sialhorrea. Diarrhea of the saliva. Um... let's stick with throat slime. 

Then, time for another walk. We go outdoors for a while, sit by the pool but don't get in. Upon coming back inside, we run into the amazingly hot Daddy I call Real Daddy Steve. I show him just briefly what we're talking about in terms of skillset for Bolder deepthroating my cock, and then his cock... and then he accepts my invitation for the three of us to head back to my room. This will be the theme of the rest of the evening. Steve is just such a genuine sweet guy, and he's AMAZING to play with because he's so demonstrative and so sensual in his body as we're doing these things. You'll see. At least, I hope you'll see. I'll point it out. It happens a lot. 

We start out with him throat-fucking Bolder. His cock is just absolutely unforgiving; I know there's some Viagra in there [see : Peristalsis] where he passed out and pissed down both our legs until he was empty... I have to mention these things occasionally just to keep his ego in check. Because I spend a lot of time telling him how sexy he is. 

I use a hairbrush to stroke over Steve's bush and cock, then use the back of the hairbrush to smack his nuts repeatedly. 

Once I get him securely wound up, we leave to go walk around. 

While we're prowling our way through the second maze again, I see a guy I know who gives the most AMAZING toothless head  [see also: The Half Handshake] and I have the distinct pleasure of introducing the guy I call El Mamador, to Real Daddy Steve. Or, rather, the other way around. Real Daddy Steve was introduced into El Mamador. Repeatedly. By mouth. We're working on a theme here... Real Daddy Steve is getting highly stimulated, again and again, with the intention of making his eventual orgasm particularly intense and pleasurable. It takes some time. You have to put in the layers. After each round, he's visibly more intense than the prior. He holds a charge well. 

El Mamador agrees to come back to my room and play around. 

And... a theme I want to introduce here: Steve has never given me a last name. I've never seen pictures of the wife and kids. I don't have a number to text him. But, I know he reads this... so Real Daddy Steve... you should go with me to an orgy some time. One of the camera ones. You can wear a mask, and I'll blow your mind out your cock. Hopefully just a SHADE less tomato-soup-colored on the final round, but FUCK that was so hot. Anyway. A thought. You wear the hood.

El Mamador gives Bolder amazing head, while I play around with Steve. 

Then, Steve lets me know he read the last post... the one where I mentioned that I want him to fuck me. So, he wants to, too. Hot Damn. We start out trying for spoons, with El Mamador working my cock, but quickly move around to prone and then doggy, where he really gets his stride. Note the parts where I've got a grip on his nuts, smacking them against his ass. Also: I wonder if I can get his balls in my ass. I would milk them so hard. 

And so, stroke by stroke, we get to the fascinating weird experience that I'm naming this post after. I've been working Steve's prostate a LOT. He's been having a great time, and he has already cum at least once (the first time... kind of goes on for a while. It will take a minute to finish those clips out, because you see his face some and I have to redact. 

RDS - I re-redacted the video. If I missed what you're seeing somewhere, leave an anonymous comment. 

But after much ball-smacking, prostate-pounding, and cock-deep-throating, he has another round of orgasm. And he cums blood. It's not "Oh, my god, blood is running out of his dick," it's mixed with his prostatic fluids and so what comes out is like the color and texture of tomato soup. Creamy, with some little clumps. It's not cum with pockets of blood; it's not a lot of blood. It's one of the kinds of "you have done extreme things tonight, but you do not need to bother your doctor unless you have problems tomorrow" things that happen when you play really rough. One of my hard limits, is that I'm never out for deliberate blood (or shit) - but when blood happens, I'm always fascinated and also careful to get informed and pay close attention. So, hematospermia means blood in the semen. It can be caused by excessive stimulation of the prostate (check), by trauma to the testicles (check) and by roughness with the urethra (usually things like sounding, but some of the stuff I was doing with the buttfinger, counts. So... check.) If blood is light and not dark red; if blood stops coming out once you stop doing whatever you were doing; if the blood is only a small amount, and doesn't appear, on careful observation, to be growing... you have roughed your shit up, and you've got some micro-abrasions somewhere. It happens in your throat. It happens in your ass. And, it can happen in a variety of ways (nicking, biting, over-abrasion, AND NOW... trauma to the prostate for the win) from the penis. I've bled. I've bled from scratches to my dick; I've bled from roughness in my throat; I've had minor bleeding from rough fucking. What I'm trying to say is, it's a thing to be careful of, a thing to pay close attention to... but not a thing to freak out over. And, as I'm texting to a friend about it... I think, "Hmm... tomato soup. It sounds good. I'm hungry." He replies that this text comment (along with a photo of the bloody towel) is why we're friends. 

So, I take some video of the penis Shroud-of-Hoorin' that's imprinted on the towel. Maybe next time I'll grab a paper towel, though... make something I can frame. This isn't the first, or the second, time I've made a print like this. It fascinates me. I haven't yet ascertained where exactly the blood comes from as I'm talking about it in the video - that didn't become clear until I reviewed the video. Yup, you see it jet out of his cock in vermillion spurts. Wow.

Real Daddy Steve... his bell has been rung. He is milked out, wiped, practically shaking with exhaustion. He goes and gets his shower and hangs out in the sauna for a bit. Bolder and I keep wandering... and there's a sexy slim guy we had seen earlier walking down the hall; I give him a nod and a wink as we pass him standing by his room. He joins in, and we have Round Whatever Number This Is. Holy fuck, he's fun. I cum down his throat while he gags. It's as much fun as it looks like. Whee! 

Then