Make It Go

 This has been a fun, fun night. And some really good connection. 

I arrive, get my setup set up, and there's this guy who had messaged me on Grindr and wanted to meet me here - so I hang out in my room and wait for him to show up. I'm early... but he's stopped responding. I mean, he chatted with me two days on Grindr, but it was just today that he said he wanted to show up and be my boy all night. I mean, I'll roll the dice on it occasionally. 

I'm fiddling with lights, and I take a short video of how I set up my space. Toys on one side, drinks on the other, lighting, towels, sex enhancing poppers and some THC. And my preference of porn playing on the video screen. If I'm playing with a guy who is OK with it, I'll put the video that I'm taking, up on the screen. It's surreal, watching the screen like we ourselves are the porn we are fucking to. It's very meta. 

The boy flakes. Whomp-whomp. NEXT... there are almost certainly men here who will pay me fun attention - and I'm ready to go find them. 

This little snippet is for a boy I have only chatted with on Scruff, who I call Peanut. I call him Peanut, because his cock is about the size of a healthy big peanut like what we feed to the crows, and he fantasizes about and gets turned on by guys pointing at him and saying how small it is. Somewhat ironically, he's not all that small. He's not as big as me, but he's got a nice, slightly-smaller-than-average dick. Anyway - what he wants, is to be picked on; so, I pick on him. I try to explain to him how he should send me a video on WhatsApp or somewhere else, so I can save it and play it on the screen, because that way I could catch bits of him in the video, so don't put your face in it, kiddo. Then I push the "call" button on Scruff, and he's looking at my naked body in my room at the baths, while he's furiously jerking his cock. Which doesn't really sell the story of it being puny and small, but he's excited. I stroke with him for maybe twenty seconds, aiming the camera around the room some so he can see the space - and then I hang it up. I tell him to send me some videos or photos I could show to other top men. His little pecker is so hard he can't think straight. He never does manage to send me something I can put on the screen to show, so he could SEE ME AND THE OTHER TOP POINTING AND LAUGHING. I mean, I'm talking about essentially presenting him with porn of his own personal fetish, and I just need some files. Come on, Peanut. Video of you, playing with your hole, where we can see your cock and not your face. Video of you flipping your pathetic tiny little nubbin back and forth, pulling the skin up so it really does look like a peanut. Get on it. 

First - there's this hot, covered-in-tattoos guy hanging out in his room. I look at him as I walk by the first time. The second time, I pause at his doorway - he's ass toward the door, which usually means guys who want to get fucked and not sucked, but I really need some oral to get me going before I'm in the mood to fuck. Especially when I've just gotten here. But, as I step toward the head of the bed, he flips sideways and kisses my cock, then flips around so he's facing me. I tell him I really want some deepthroat head before I feel up for a fuck, and he kneels down on the floor of his little room and complies. Then I put him his feet with his belly on the bed, and open him up with the Carlton Butt Clock. I lick his ass some too, because it's fresh and yummy and a little musky. Then I put my cock in him, and hammer him until we're both absolutely lost in it. Then I put him on his back, and have him pull himself up with his feet, so that his core tightens... and I swing his hips back and forth, slamming into him almost like I'm using a sling, while his pelvic girdle muscles massage his prostate right along with my cock. In both senses of that, if that makes sense. We are neither of us in the mood to cum yet, but we get to a crashing height... and then kind of decrescendo, so that we can save it up and keep going. You pace yourself differently, depending on how much fun you want to have - and how long you plan to stay. It's still within the first half hour. I'm horny and stoned, and want to have a lot of fun. So I ask him to walk with me to my room, so we can play with a little more space and I'll have things like the lube I like and an extra towel and a Gatorade and a water. I like making that little space hospitable as well as full of fun play options. Plus, if you keep your bottoms hydrated, throat-fucking yields even more juicy lube. 

He jumps up on the bed in fuck-me-Daddy position... but I want some more head to get warmed back up. So he flips around, turns his ballcap backward (I fucking LOVE that move - it means somebody's gonna give me head, and maybe throat.) I spank and finger his ass as he goes down on my dick. We talk, and I tell him that a fun way to play this, is to get him to where he's close to cumming - and keep him close to cumming, until he's tired of having those little demi-quavers and wants to get off for real. I don't use any lube other than spit, but both of us have been sucking dick and drool like Great Pyrenees. 

I thought about editing out the part where the camera is all kinda Blair-Witch-Cocksucker-Edition... but, I figure, fuck it. That's what HAPPENED. Same with us stopping because his hip hurt... and then I turn off the camera and spend some time massaging it and trying to help him feel better. I know a lot of stretches; I've had physical therapy for hip and knee issues, and hand and shoulder issues. I've had a lot of physical therapy. It helps a lot, if you do the homework. I need to get better in the habit of doing the follow-on exercises. 

But - watch the way this guy takes the rainbow elevator.... that's what I think I'm considering it... it's like you pull the energy up in a ball, and it goes up floors, like an elevator, illuminating the colored windows on each golden floor. We do more of that later. 

Then, while he's visualizing this rising of power up through his centers of prana, where his subtle body churns and vibrates - I suck the fucking hell out of his cock. A lot. 

Watching back through the video, I think for a second that he handed the camera to somebody - but he just knows how to aim the camera to frame his ass pretty. 

And then, we need a break. We go and shower; he wants some hot tub time, and I go into the sauna. Who should I find there but sweet cocksucker Lance - and he obediently kneels and presents his throat for some slimy gluck-gluck. I have an uncomplicated arrangement with Lance; we fuck, when we feel like it, and it's just fun. But he likes the way I dominate. Tattoos guy shows up in the sauna, and I offer him a slice of little Lance's throat, which he heartily and noisily enjoys. After the sauna, I want some more shower - not so much because of sweaty, but because I love the feel of it running down my skin. Lance showers too, and then in comes the tall guy with the ball cap and the big dick. I tell Lance I need him to kneel down, and I have him suck my cock for a while, just enough to get it semi-hard but still be able to piss... and I take a good long piss down his throat. It's backing up and bubbling out his mouth; he can't refuse the liquid, but he also can't swallow, because my cock is in the way of the mechanism. I withdraw and let him swallow, and then plunge in again. GOD, he's a good little piggy. He likes being called a piggy. I mean, I can't argue. Then, I look at tattoos guy - I'm going to call him Axel; it's not anything like his name. But something about the tattoos makes me think Axel. I say, "I think maybe my friend here needs to take a piss, too" - and Axel agrees that he could probably use some relief - he was having "I'm gonna pee" issues with prostate play earlier, and getting any urine out of the system is beneficial. He puts some into the boy's throat like I did, and then pulls it out pissing. I so wish we'd gotten that on video - but I'd rather be there when it's that perfectly hot, than to try and stage it once we come up with the idea. Anyway. That happens. And then we shower off some more, and then get dry and go get fresh towels, and Lance wanders on his own way, while Axel and I walk companionably through the mazes. He says he's in the mood to bottom for most of the night, and then he usually wants to fuck at the end - which is kind of just the opposite for me, I love to fuck all night, and then get some prostate stimulation and launch the rocket to Mars fairly late in the evening. I mean, sometimes I cum really early. More than occasionally, I get off twice - although it's not as often as it used to be. 

So, I fuck Champ. A lot. At the other end, Axel's big dick is making him gag, so he's using his cock, via neural relay, to pleasure my cock. I love thinking of London-Bridge-ing a guy, as being like that. Like we're sending one another notes in code. Gag him twice for yes. Axel is not getting hard, which bothers none of us, but it does mean he's not going to be playing hard fuck games. 

And just a few seconds of silliness as I try to fuck Axel in the ass with his dick and my dick. 

Axel heads out to shower. He tells me if I want his load later in the evening, it's mine - and, yeah, if we can before I have to leave around ten, I'm totally game. He keeps trying to argue for a later time, but I'm not budging. 

I know I fucked a guy in the sling in the second maze - but I can't find my notes, and I don't remember details. A guy sucks my dick just a little in the video room, too, I think. But somehow, I end up back in my room with Axel, and he sucks my dick and then we make a little video of him finger-banging my prostate as I jerk my cock until I cum, the big one. It's frustrating that the guy apparently bumped the camera face and stopped the video. 

And, shower and sauna time, yet another round of dry towel, and as I'm walking back, I find Axel in his room. He's just not feeling the switch tonight - usually he wants to be fucked almost all night, and then switch and have some big top energy and get off fucking some guy. I suck on his cock some, and we try for him fucking me, but he's just too soft to make it happen. He apologizes, like he's let me down, and I assure him he's been more than delightful, and I've had an awesome time. We talk a while - and although I'm idly stroking his naked body, it's more of a casual intimacy than any actual sexy intensity. We probably talk for eight or ten minutes - not a long conversation, but some time to talk about how his hip acts up and hurts because of a car wreck, and he had issues getting off his pain meds, and I tell him about how all my digestive issues can make assplay a challenge. You know - being human with one another. And then, I start stroking his cock again, then lean over and nuzzle it, and then suck it into my throat. I swallow, and swallow, and he swells inside my throat, and I pull back and forth, tugging on his cockhead with that tight spot where my tonsils crowd the throat and the soft palate extends across the top - what I call the Second Hole of the Throat. Capitalized, so you know it's real - and if you haven't read (or listened to, OMG, the guy who reads it) "Tales From Verania," and you're into corny gay fantasy... it's a hoot, and also some really hot sex scenes.

Anyway. He gets harder and harder, and he is pleased and excited, because it felt like his night was going to end without a big orgasm... and he's getting closer, now. I tell him to pull up the energy like we talked about earlier, and as I'm writing letters on his prostate (which he was better at than most guys have been so far) and then I go down on him and massage his prostate with my long middle finger, thumping his prostate between thumb and middle finger, vibrating the root of the dick. I check in and see where he's at, on a scale of one to ten, with ten being you're ejaculating... he's at a four. OH, sweet! So we can go a lot. I keep working, and he's moaning and grunting, and finally says he's around an eight. So I pull off his cock and nuzzle up between his ballsack and his thigh on either side, distracting him. I rub my hands upward toward his face, and I name the colors once. I keep sucking, and stroking the sex energy up his body. I stroke, and then I pause until he comes back from the edge, and then I take him up again until he's almost going to fall over, and then we pause and talk for a little bit. Then, I take his cock full-length in my throat, and massage it with the back of my tongue - that move I love and call Eatin' Pussy - and finally, he's getting to where I'm going to make him cum. I know that with some guys, if it's late and his penis has been busy, you can draw it out too long. So I massage his prostate firmly with wide swipes as I swallow his cock. It's fucking thick, and it kind of stretches my throat as he thrusts in his orgasm. I feel my larynx creak. I thank him for being good, giving, and game all evening, for getting me off in awesome fashion, and for letting me have his cum.