Ralph and Rally

This evening... was a lot. I know I say that often - but I have had some really awesome experiences in the past little while, and sometimes it gets kind of overwhelming. 

I wanted to make a quick clip of how you move the wave up your body - it's a thing I picked up from Barbara Carrellas' book Urban Tantra. 

I get in, set my stuff up, and begin a prowl round. I want to see who's where, and what's available - so I need to move through the space quickly enough that I presumably get to see at least almost everybody who's playing visible. I'm checking out potential playmates. I'm mentally stretching scenarios over potential cast members, seeing if I want to dominate this one, or suck that one's dick. But I usually walk a lap through without having any sex. This happens. There are some hot guys here tonight; lots of handsome, some seriously big dick, a variety blend of races and types and ages. I see this one handsome Latino boy - he's probably six-three, but he still looks coltish, like he's in the process of growing into his grown-man body. He's muscular, but he's got areas of puppy pudge that make him adorable. I see him in the shower, and I stand and frankly observe him for a bit - he's got a scruffy beard, a wicked cute smile, wavy hair that goes back from his face in curling wings. He's REALLY yummy. And so I stop watching him, because that's creepy if you do it too long and you're not getting a smiling show from your peepee (wow. That's... kind of the right word, but it's funny that this is not even a piss post) then you should smile and nod and go do something else. It's hot to have the fantasy of watching someone shower... it is rapey to be in a situation where someone feels like your attention is unreturned and they think you're old and gross or whatever. Anyway. I watch him shower long enough to get to a point where I can't read his face well enough to tell if he's uncomfortable because I'm looking at him, or if he's just feeling self-conscious, and then I go outside and walk a lap around the pool. I like being outside here - you can be naked and feel the breeze on the hairs around your butthole, and nobody is going to give a fuck. Anyway, I walk around the pool, checking out who might be fun to approach, and then I go inside to the dry sauna. 

You'll never guess who was sitting on the top bench, his towel open, with half a dozen guys probably my age staring at him like they're waiting for an invite and wanting to not feel creepy, but this kid seems totally happy and friendly, but gives zero indication of what he wants. My usual approach is to basically say to myself, "Hey, fuck this," and so I go up to the top bench and sit next to him. Far enough that I'm not touching him; close enough that I just have to move an elbow, a knee, and we'll be skin to skin. I have my towel over my shoulder, and I start jerking my cock. He's jerking his. His knee rubs against mine, and I reach over, say, "May I?" and gesture toward his cock. He nods. He reaches over and strokes mine, keeping rhythm with me. After maybe a minute, I ask, "Would you like me to suck your cock?" 

He says, "I mean, sure, if you want to." I tell him, fuck yes, I want to, but I want to make sure he's into it. He says he is, and I kneel on the second bench so that I can lean on his thighs, and start to suck his cock. He's uncut, a beautiful penis, one of those that kind of looks like a wide cigar, thicker in the middle, the flare of the head not enough to call a mushroom. His pubes are thick and black, and I enjoy licking and sniffing them, rubbing my nose and chin between his balls and his thighs, then going back to sucking, and then deepthroating, and then gagging on, his lovely cock. He's kind of sitting with his hands gripping the bench, and I take one of them and put it on the back of my head. I don't have to tell him twice. He palms my skull and fucks into my throat, letting me up every once in a while for breath. After just a few minutes of this, I need air and to get out of the sauna. When I'm in that space, sucking dick usually means pointing your ass toward the room, and I don't like the feeling of people I don't want touching me, touching me. I tell him that I would love to keep going, in my room, but I need to be out of this space. He smiles and agrees to join me, and we head back to my room. The other guys who'd been lusting after him glare daggers at me as I lead him away. See, boys, you've gotta have the audacity. And, the skillset. Big dick optional. 

We keep the door open the whole time. I lay him back on the bed, positioned so that I can kneel on the floor and suck his cock comfortably and at length. I swallow his cock again. He's amazingly expressive - so much groaning, his handsome face contorted with looks that make me stop and check in with him to make sure I'm not somehow catching him with a tooth or leaning on his toe. He looks like he's in pain. But every time I check, he's having an awesome time, keep going please - so I do. I work a finger into his hole, and then show him the Carlton Butt Clock, stretching his internal sphincter as I rock his butthole around the clock. I linger on his prostate quite a bit, and then do another round. He's pretty well open at this point; it's really just kind of a victory lap, checking my work. He seems to enjoy it a lot. I keep sucking his cock and massaging his prostate. I take both his balls in my mouth and cover them with the thick deep-throat drool. I rub it down his perineum, massaging the base of the penis. He's really fun to play with; it's like feeding somebody who gets orgasmic about their food. You can tell he's really feeling the sensation a lot. 

I tell him, if he wants to take it to the next level, we can - he says something to the general effect of fuck yes, and I explain to him, stroking his body and drawing diagrams with my fingertips on his belly, chest, and arms. With the way he's laid out and relaxed, his arms stretched above his head, he looks like all the boyish body has gone; it makes him look exceptionally muscular, and damn he's still super cute. His belly and his chest have some fur, and he's got a sweet bush of silky ebony, more waved than curled. I explain the concept of pulling the fire up through the chakras, spreading the excitation through the body, so that it rises up the Kundalini channel and bursts from the top of the head in spurts. We do this for a little bit, and then he says, "Hey, I'd let you fuck me." Hey, it's certainly consent. I think it's a language thing, although he speaks without a noticeable Spanish accent, some of his phraseology is a little odd to my ear. But, HELL YES, I'll fuck you, and I have him raise his legs up and scooch down on the bed so I can get to his sweet tight little asshole. I have plenty of deepthroat slobber myself at this point; he's not massive, but probably close to seven inches and more than a little thick, especially in the middle - and he definitely has been enjoying when I put his cock down past my tonsils and then work it with my tongue. So I lean down and chew on his butthole a little, tonguing the pink meaty part in the center, nuzzling the furry area around his hole with the short beard on my chin, then rolling the side of my face in it. Nibbling here and there with gentle teeth. I spread him open some more, making sure he's ready for me, and then I stand up and just sink my cock into him. There's so much slimy drool all over him, that it's an elegant entry - I ask, and he hasn't been fucked tonight, because I felt squeaky clean when I put my fingers in at first. But now he's slick with drool from his belly button to his tailbone, and I begin to grind into him. I have him put his feet on my shoulders and pull up - this tightens up his core, simultaneously making his butthole tight as FUCK, and squeezing his prostate against my cock. That PC muscle does some really awesome things used properly in sex. I actually learned most of this from girls. I fuck, and I stroke my hand up his belly, massaging his solar plexus, and then his pecs and then his throat and his face, and then I start again. He starts having little nonejaculatory orgasms - shaking, moaning, his face flush with blood. I fuck him hard in time with the music - I wish he'd wanted video, because it is a very aesthetic fuck. It has panache as well as technique and beautiful manflesh. 

I get to a point where I need to shift positions, and I put my fingers back inside him and suck his dick. He's got a really pert prostate; I massage the two lobes, and the soft spot down the center, and then swipe the lobes toward the center... the juice leaks out of his cock. I come off it, and hold his cock where he can see, and pull one of those long gooey strands from it to show him how much precum I'm expressing from his prostate. I bounce my fingers on his prostate, and massage with three fingers, so that I'm stretching where I press into him. I get back on his cock and begin sucking in rhythm with the music. He puts his hands on my head and begins to fuck into my throat. After every several strokes I gag and have to pull off for a second, although a few times I manage to stay down. He is clearly getting to the point where he's going to REALLY cum. He's full-depth in my throat, and I can feel his prostate spasming in my right hand, if you can imagine a raw chicken's gizzard, the way they're presented ready to cook, there's two sides that are all muscle. They're tough to chew, because they're one of those muscles like beef cheeks that is in constant grinding action. But picture those two sides kind of contracting, like a muscular sponge that can wring itself. They kind of cramp and tighten up, and everything becomes really sensitive back there for him, and I'm stroking and then hammering and then slacking off... and he keeps ejaculating, in waves, for about half a minute. 

He lies there, occasional parts of his body twitching as the energy earths itself - it really feels like a muscle spasm, like some electrical charge has built up, and has to discharge. He discharges. He alternates between a blissed-out "Wow....." and bouts of delightful giggling. It's so fucking sweet. This is a man born for pleasure. He's entirely wired. I lie next to him and put my arm across his chest, letting him feel my weight for a bit as he settles. When he's fully back from his trip, he kind of shakes himself and gets up, and now he wants a shower, and I totally need one, because I've got slime running down my beard so much it trickles down to my belly. That slime-face look you see in the amazing Gag the Fag videos... because every time I gag hard on his cock, a new flush of lube comes out of my throat, and I spit so much of it on him that his crotch is a slip-n-slide. Amusingly, it takes quite a bit of showering to wash this stuff off. It rehydrates, and you're suddenly slick again. I carefully avoid washing my pits; they're just perfect - ripe but not overpowering. A sniff-fest for anyone who likes it, and not likely to really gross out guys who don't. They're at like a six. Sometimes I'll go out with them at a nine or a ten - I take a four mile walk in the sunshine at lunch most days, and I take my shirt off and get sun on my belly and shoulders, and I sometimes wear the day before's undershirt, because it's got a head start. I like my smell a lot. 

As I'm walking down the hall from the shower, there's a nice looking guy probably in his forties, good body, nice cock, and he's lying on his back and stroking it. I watch him and stroke my own, working in time with him. Just as I start to ask if I can step in, he begins to cum. I step in and kneel down and catch about half the spurts, swallowing his whole cock so that he cums into my rhythmically squeezing throat. When his spasms subside and he stops shaking, I move to lick up the little puddles of semen on his belly and thigh, and we hang out and talk about how magical the connection of gay sex is, and how so many guys just aren't fully present in their sex. I hope to run into him some other time, earlier in his night - he would totally do the weird stuff and let me make him cum for a minute. 

I go and shower, again getting the slick stuff off me. I love standing under the hot water and just letting it pound on me; it's very soothing. And then I turn it cold for a bit, which punches up my alertness and kind of un-relaxes me, so that I can go find more adventure. 

I walk around outside, and there's a guy I've chatted with about fisting. Umm, yes, please. I put my hand in his throat and gag him a couple of times there on the pool deck, and then invite him back to my room. I'll put a mask on him if I fist him again, because he doesn't mind his body showing, just his face. And editing the video like this is a pain in the ass... but worth it. 

There's this cute boy who steps in and agrees to hold the camera for a  bit. You get a glimpse of him in the mirror a couple of times, but the little blurry image doesn't tell you how amazingly cute his smiling, bearded boy-band face looks when he smiles over at me and says he'd like to try sucking my dick. Umm.. once again, YES PLEASE. I stand up so that he can kneel and have a little more leverage on getting it down... and FUCK ME, but he's another total throat goat. Like, deep all the way, holds until he's gagged, spits like a fucking llama. CUTE boy, and sweet sexy body. After a while, I sit, and I have him spit in my hand when he gags, and then I transfer the spit over to the fist guy, drooling it down onto my hand. And then rocking it back and forth inside him. I take one hand and press it to see if I can feel the other, and wow, yeah... I can bulge his belly and I can feel the bulge of my fingertips with my other hand. This is the new favorite trick of my inner three-year-old; I've still got a very young, autistic child inside, who goes "Whee, it feels like slippery velvet!" as I'm fisting a hole.

We play this way - me sitting on the side of the bed, the boy kneeling between my legs and choking on my cock, the fisting bottom laid on his back, his hip against my hip, my right hand fully inside him - for a while. I know that my sense of time gets messed about with all the intense hormones tied to this kind of play; it seems like we're there for half an hour, but it's probably really eleven minutes. Everybody gets to a break and a good time for a shower, and so things break up and we go our separate ways. 

As I'm walking back from my next round of shower, I run into this boy who chatted with me earlier. He's cute; beefy and thick, he kind of reminds me of the boy from the Disney movie UP - but grown up into a strong-bodied muscle cub. He starts out on the bed, and I spank his ass and then Butt-Clock his hole. kneels down and gives me good head, but he's struggling with gagging - and then he pukes on my dick. We're not talking scene-from-the-Exorcist here; he's got a mouthful of vomit, a splash of which gets on the floor. We agree that it's shower time, and I wipe up the floor with our towels and we head off to get fresh ones and then wash up. 

I walk around and find the guy who cleans for the rooms, and ask him to give my floor a quick spray-mop. We play around in the shower, and he sucks my dick some more; he's totally willing to try again, and I offer to fuck the rest of the puke out of him while we're in the showers, if he thinks he'll have trouble. I tell him about how I separate the gag reflex from the vomit reflex - picture the gag reflex happening in your throat, and the vomit reflex happening in your belly; push downward with your mind, and keep it from joining in. He sucks me a couple of times kneeling down in the shower and seems to be getting it. We go back to my room, and he puts on a mask so we don't have to worry about catching his face. He works hard for me, gagging repeatedly and then I'm ready to head toward orgasm. 

There's a guy' I call him Vertis because he reminds me a LOT of a big old country bubba that I danced with a lot in the tiny gay bar in Abilene during my living-on-base year. I've played with once, and kind of helped introduce to some things - [see also: Proper Worship]. I ask him if he'll hold the camera for me, and he stands up on the bed and does. It's a neat angle; I wish you could see some of the closeup stuff because he gags really pretty... but you get the most of it. I am still always amazed, when I have to introduce a bottom to the anatomy of the prostate... like, for instance, where it is. It just seems like, you learn where the buttons are. You read the fucking manual. There's SO MUCH pleasure to be milked out of the gland, and fucking can do an good job, but there are things both with cock and with fingers that you can do, to make it AMAZING. A lot of the guys who are amazing fucks, the ones where guys point at an orgy and say, "Wow, he's a fucking beast, that's an amazing hot fuck," they're big and strong and such, yeah... but the main thing, is they get into it. Beast out. Get deep in there. Make him remember that whether he gets to breathe, can be a choice in your hands. Fuck the second hole in that throat. 

He does an amazing job. A plus, five dicks up, would ride this ride again. 

And then... because it seems like fun, I turn him around and show him how to pull the energy up, as I massage his prostate via his perineum. During one of the parts that isn't on any of the video, I had been fucking him with my fingers and then cock, and then cock and a finger... and we gave it a good try for me and another dude, who didn't want to be on video... and he's feeling a little tender. So I can't put my fingers inside him any more at this point. Instead, I thump with the inside of the knuckle where my index finger joins the hand, and alternating with the base joint of the thumb... you massage it via compression on the intervening tissue. 

So... like I said, five out of five stars, VERY good boy, would throat-breed again. Takes Direction Well. 

And, sexy boy who will be reading this... I want to make it really clear that including the part where you puke and where we clean up and then GET BACK ON IT... that is extremely hot for me. That is being involved with another person and having awesome sex that realizes and works around the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune... shit happens. And although I'm not going to make any videos with deliberate shit, the way you deal with accidental shit says a lot about you as a person, I think. Anyway. Sweet boy was PRISTINE in back, to the point where I had ZERO concern for hygiene switching frequently from hole to hole as this other guy and I were Eiffle-Towering him... and he only, ONLY puked the once. And I'm very proud of that ability to, literally, ralph and rally. Good boy.