Observantly and Attentively
It's a little bit of a weird Wednesday. My Husband is heading out of town from work, going on a family visit, so I need to do the Duty with the animals - walk and feed the dogs, feed the fish, feed the cat and the random raccoons, opossums, crows, and squirrels that share her outdoor dish, water anything that's wilted. I arrange to take my lunch at the end of the workday, so I have time to go home and do all the chores - and, incidentally, it's kind of nice to get to hose out my ass with my Shower Shot, so I'm sure it's all good. My usual regimen of fasting, Immodium, Cholestyramine, and fiber plus careful cleaning with a water bottle (Yeah... y'all stop acting all fancy. You take an easy-to-squish water bottle, and you hold it up against your butthole, and you crush it like a fratboy smashing a beercan on his forehead. Get the cheap water bottles; they crumple easier) is usually effective, but knowing I've had some quality time with the irrigation station makes me feel a lot more secure about any ass play. And y'all know I love ass play. And... because I'm home, after I get things cleaned out and the water out, I insert one of the Foria THC/cocoa butter suppositories. Sometimes, magical nights just happen... but, they're more likely to happen, if you've prepared the soil as it were. Not only is my asshole stoned - it tastes of weed and chocolate. I feel like there's not really enough writing about dealing with ass play when you've got (a) a digestive disease and (b) a big(ish) dick. I have trouble with clean out both ways. I had a guy drop me some very complimentary notes about the blog, and he said he'd enjoyed many adventures at the baths in years past, on account of his having BDP - and it took me a second to realize he meant Big Dick Privilege [see also: Big Dick Privilege, Big Dick Problems.]. We had an awesome chat. I lost his messages. I still wanna see his dick. So, hey, that dude! Thank you for getting in touch, and stroking your cock to my stuff. I wanna illustrate this post with a picture of your big meat.
All of that done, I get in the car and start heading back to town. We don't live out in the actual country, but we're in a hilly wooded neighborhood where we back up to a creek and we look across the creek at solid woods. It's fun to fuck in the back yard. Bopping along, getting on the freeway, I kind of mentally run through my list of things that needed to be cleaned, fed, filled, emptied, or reset. FUCK, I forgot to feed the goldfish. So, I turn around at the next freeway exit, go back home, feed the fish, close up the garage, and start over on my drive. This, unfortunately, is a thing that happens often with my autism. If I get distracted (or dickstracted) I can totally lose track of the ordinary things I'm supposed to handle. I have lists. I touch the door knob and say aloud that I've locked the door. We do the things we need to do to get by.
I've been chatting with a couple of guys, and I'm hoping in particular to meet one of them early in the evening - a thick, furry muscled Daddy who wants to submit his hairy ass to my paddle, my tongue, and my cock, interspersed with choking on my dick and begging for mercy with his mouth full. I asked him to bring his cub scout uniform. He's smoking hot. There's another guy that I have a hot conversation with on Sniffies - he's lean muscle with a huge cock. He tells me he's looking forward to seeing me there - and then he texts me.
I didn't give him my number.
Then, he tells me that we've actually met, years ago, and he still has my number from then - he sends a picture of his contact page of me, with my beard long, thick, and black. He reminds me of when we met for a drink, but never followed through with the boy we were both going to spend an evening jointly abusing. So... it was probably seven or eight years. Anyway. I get over my freakout and once I realize who he is, the game gets SO much more interesting. His profile is all-top - real aggressive, muscled torso and nine-inch cock in your face. His category, like mine, is Dom Top (Breeder). I tell him he's hot; he tells me, "Thanks, SIR."
**ding ding ding **
SIR like that, means one thing. It's a thing that submissives say to Dominants. It's like kneeling down and kissing my boot. It's a Shibboleth of the kinky - you can work out huge amounts of coded information, just by the way you slant a few key words. If I want to establish a particular dynamic, when some guy sends me a photo, I'll say something like "You're a cute boy." It expresses my appreciation of his looks but in a slightly infantilizing way - and it sets up a power dynamic. You're the boy. I'm the Daddy. But when a guy says SIR like that - he's boy. Or faggot. Or cunt. He's the one who gets the lowercase letter. He submits.
Um... yes, please. I'm not entirely sure what combination of qualities pushes this button, but something about me says, "I am a safe person to try whatever kinky shit you have in mind with," and guys lean in to it. I love, LOVE when I get to take other dom tops into submission with breath play. It's so fucking awesome. Especially if his own usual dominance is carried out through spanking or role play; breath play is new for a lot of tops. He and I have "talked top" - he's a little more ritualized than I am, I'm a lot weirder than he is - but I think we would get along with a boy in the middle. But tonight, boy in the middle is gonna be him.
I get my room set up, and as I'm getting organized, the hot wanna-be-sub guy - let's call him Richard. It's not his name. But, like me, he's not a Ricky or a Rich; I understand other guys who use their full, round, complicated names. Anyway. He texts me that he's arrived, and I let him know where I am. I get stuff in the order I want it - lights set, water and Gatorades laid handily by, the various implements to hurt or stretch or restrain laid out in rows, easy to hand - and I want to walk through the building. I close my door and head toward the font - I bump into Richard, and tell him that I've just gotten in, I want to walk through, he's welcome to walk with me, or I can catch up with him in ten minutes. He's got another friend that he's visiting with, so he says he'll catch up with me. Sweet. I walk through, looking at all the variety of male bodies - there are skinny guys, swarthy guys, guys with spectacular dicks, guys with piercing eyes or mighty beards. I just like checking out the guys. I see this little guy, probably five-four or so, a tight little muscle monkey with a buzzed head, in the shower; he steps over from his shower head to mine, leans over, and sucks my cock into his mouth. Um, yes, this is lovely. I tell him I still need to walk around, and he tells me that he needs to finish cleaning his ass, and I tell him that I appreciate his thoroughness, and please carry on and find me once you've gotten the water completely clear. I feel like asking to take this kind of time, is respect and care and consideration. Finished showering, my cock still hard from his sucking, I dry myself and walk outside, my erection bobbing in front of me in the sun. I love being outdoors naked with other guys - just lying around in the cabanas, or hanging out in the pool. One couple is in the middle of a really aggressive fuck, the bottom astride the top and bouncing up and down in a deep squat; I stand and watch them and stroke my cock for a bit, but they're busy and I walk over and see Richard and his friend, who's a slim pale-skinned blond, sitting in lounges by the pool. We talk about experiences we've had at bath houses and other places like this - I have only been to this one, the one that used to be down the street (Midtowne Spa), Club Houston, and Island House in Key West, which is like a cross between bath house and cruisy hotel. They talk about various places they've been, what they're like. The friend had been to some in Europe, but few in the states. Richard's been to more of a variety. I tell Richard that I'm gonna head back to my room now, if he wants to join in; he kind of gives me a shrug like maybe he's going to meet me, and maybe he's having second thoughts about the whole idea. I can't tell if it's him trying to be sociable with his friend and not make it creepy for him. I'm unsure, as I walk away, if he's gonna come to my room or not. I mean, I'll be fine if he doesn't want to, but I am interested and turned on for it, if he does. We'll see.
I get to my room, and this cute Asian guy shows up. He asks to close the door, and I OK it, at least on probation. Shoot your shot, dude. Make your case for why it's fun enough to have the door closed. He's got dark glasses, and a perfect buzz cut just a notch longer than mine, his hair an amazingly shiny jet black, and soooo fun to stroke with my fingertips. We make out a little, I stroke his cock, we have some poppers. A knock at the door, and it's Richard. I'm Ok keeping the door shut, but Richard kind of has prior claim... I tell my handsome Asian friend that he can watch or join in, but Richard's gonna spend some time servicing my cock now.
I have a recording of several minutes of just the sound of what happens. I think this is hot. I'll narrate along the interesting stuff that may not get mentioned. I put Richard on his knees. I reach down, while my cock is in his throat, and I smack him, hard, on his muscular ass cheek. It rings really nicely. He tries to get the Asian guy to take a turn sucking my cock, ("Come on; I've walked you through it; now it's your turn") but he demurs. I explain that if he's the one who minds, and he's just gonna watch, then I'm going to open the door. I fuck into Richard's throat, and another guy steps into the room. You hear me explaining Richard's need to submit. I offer the new guy some of Richard's throat. He accepts, and Richard sucks him a few strokes. He's a cute country boy in a ball cap. He's similar in (cock) size to me, and at one point, Richard is going back and forth from mine to his. It's very pretty looking, him choking on cock after cock.
I put Richard on the bed, and swallow his cock to show him how I like my cock sucked. I smack his nuts nice and hard to make sure he remembers that I'm not sucking his dick here; I'm using his penis to show him how I expect to be served. I put him back on the floor, and he goes back and forth between me and the country kid. I put the country kid on the bed and do the same as I did with Richard, sucking his cock and giving him a variety of textures and sensations... sucking air around his cock, swallowing on the head. He seems like he loses interest a little, but then he perks back up when I start fucking into Richard's throat and holding for time. I show the country boy how to do it - how to hold Richard's head and throat, how to push past his tonsils. What to notice as he chokes. How it feels when he goes Aaaahhhh...
The country boy in the ball cap heads out, and Richard needs to go check in with his friend. The cute Asian boy with the glasses and the buzz cut steps in again, and we kind of talk about what's on his mind. I tell him a little about the chakras, and massage his perineum and then his asshole while I suck his cock... and he pulls the fire up the rainbow elevator. He asks for the Maximum Impact spray, and I hand it to him; the cap is brand new and tight, and you hear me wrestle with it. We take a shotgun hit, and then I push him back and start sucking his cock. I show him how to pull the fire up. I need to make something like an animated file. It's like a lantern rising through a series of colored windows. Or an elevator full of golden light rising through a glass elevator shaft in rainbow colors. I talk him through the visualizations and stroke my left hand over his body as my right works at his prostate, stroking the fire upward. I lightly smack his chest a few times. He keeps hitting the Maximum Impact and I keep sucking his cock, until eventually he grips my skull and I feel his prostate squeeze the load of semen, sweet but kind of tangy, back behind my tonsils. I cough it up and it mixes with the slime in my mouth. I fool around with the slime some.
I walk back around the pool, and as I'm headed back toward the showers, the little buzz-haired muscle monkey shows up. He's got on a weird shoulder sling- at first, I think it's some kind of an orthopedic brace, but then I watch him take it off to shower, and it's got a zippered pocket. It looks like something from Mad Max. He is VERY enthusiastic as he kneels and sucks my cock, kissing my knees, my belly, my thighs, my nuts, before he gulps my cock down and starts to work on it. I hold him by the skull, standing there in front of the bench beside the shower door, and fuck him in the throat hard. I check in and ask if I can spank him, and when he says yes, I give him a couple of nice hard smacks on either ass cheek with my hand. He turns me around and makes out with my asshole for a while. A few guys gather around, stroking; one of them puts out a hand and starts to play with my monkey's ass, but I let him know that we're doing a two-person game for the moment. Somebody else tries to join in my grabbing my ass. I turn around and keep fucking the monkey in his throat. He tells me that I'm his, that his throat and his ass belong to me, that he wants to please me and make me happy. I ask him if he'll come to my room, because for all that I'm enjoying showing off, I kind of want all my stuff and control of who gets to step in. And who gets to grab my ass.
In my room, I ask him if he's OK with video, and he says sure. He tells me he's from South Texas, and he's got a strong coon-ass accent like my in-laws and out-laws in my brother's family. I ga-ron-tee. But he sucks dick like a fucking sailor, and he gags hard and keeps going. I put him on his knees and fuck his mouth. I take video for a while, and then another guy comes in and I hand him the phone. He holds it for a while, watching me fucking the monkey in the throat, backlight with these awesome slime trails. And after a while, he puts the phone down, and you just hear what's happening. And it's awkward and weird as fuck, because at first I think he's trying to insist on a sex thing, like something he needs me to do... and then I think he wants me to piss in his mouth, because when he says yellow, he points to his mouth. Then, I realize he's trying to buy drugs, but I didn't get it because what the fuck is yellow, and apparently it's methamphetamine. Whee. So, he gets wound up, and then he goes away for a little bit, because I don't have any drugs except THC and poppers, and he doesn't want those... and then, he comes back.
And... holy fuck. I fuck him in the throat, looking down at him with the camera. Then I lie back, and tripod the camera so that it sits up and watches and I can use both hands to fuck him in the throat. You see me cum.... and he just keeps going, you see the globs of semen in my pubes but he's working hard for load number two. He works hard at it, for a WHILE. Eventually, he gets frustrated because I'm not the guy he thought I was supposed to have the drugs, and he goes off in search of his stash enhancement. Fair winds, dude. You gave me an awesome, extended orgasm and a lot of pleasure.
I go and shower, soaking for a while in the beautiful hot water, drinking the sensation with my skin. There is this absolutely beautiful boy showering; he's wearing a skimpy thong with a tiny bow at either hip. He has a look that I could visualize as either Egyptian or Indian. His skin is golden bronze all over, and he's got that barely-there fur over much of his body, plus dark bushes at his pubes and his pits and a treasure trail from his tight belly down to his groin. He's model-pretty. I mean, like, SERIOUSLY pretty. He's absolutely flawless, his skin is smooth and shimmering, he's symmetrically muscled and you can pick out many of them as he moves, but he's not muscly. His gleaming white teeth flash as he smiles. I decide that he's had enough of me perving on him in the shower, and I go into the sauna for a bit and dry off, and then into the steam room. The steam is just gushing out, and I absolutely adore standing there while it gushes out like a fart from Satan's asshole, and it's this aggressive stinging steam with eucalyptus oil, and it sounds like a room full of angry bees when it goes off, and I'm fucking stimming to it.
I turn around, and there's the Indian boy. He reaches up and touches my chest; I cup his nipples with my hands and flick them with my thumbs, and his eyes roll up. He's wired like a fucking sound panel; I push a button over here, and he twitches and moans over there. He's very, VERY responsive. He's beautiful doing it, too - like, you know what I mean, there are just some guys who look like a dancer while you're fucking them. He arches into my hands, he kisses me. There's this handsome guy probably my age, but super fit - and beautifully tiny - like he's not short, he's small. He's probably five-two, but he looks like you took a five-ten healthy athletic lean Dad and shrunk him. Does that make sense? Like, he's a large person made small to scale. Every bone in his body is fine. Anyway. This guy starts working on the other side of my sweet little gymnast or whatever it is he does, because he's got THAT kind of body - he *does* something. It gets steamier and steamier in the room; I'm kissing the handsome boy and the other guy is playing with his ass; I start to finger his mouth and then into his throat. It gets to the point where I need to remove this experience to a less hot space, and can we please adjourn to my room. I touch the little Dad guy, and make sure he knows I mean he's welcome too. We start walking toward my room. The little Dad guy takes a different turn at some point, and by the time we get to the door, it's me and the boy. Um, I have zero problems with this, so are you OK if we fuck with the door open, kiddo? And yeah, he is. He's beautiful, and I enjoy showing him off. Guys stop by and watch for a little bit, but we're clearly in our own world - nobody steps in through the door.
I kiss him, moving from gentle pecks on the face to deep firm bites on the shoulders and upper arms. I lick and then chew on his nipples while his hands roam over my body. I keep telling him how beautiful he is, praising his handsome face and his lean flanks, but also his elegance of movement, his responsiveness, his obedient keenness. He's GOOD. I sit him down on the bed and push him back to lie down with his knees hanging over the edge. I lick from his neck down to his nipples and along his bronzed belly, feeling the muscles flex under the skin as he leans into my lips and flinches from my teeth. I sniff and nuzzle the curling dark brown pubes that are sticking out of the top of his tiny white underwear, and chew on his drooling cock through the thin fabric. I ask if it's OK to take them off - some guys who wear underwear here, don't want their dicks touched - and he says it's fine, and shows me how it unties at the sides with a tiny bow. I ask if I can do it, and he lies quietly and lets me - the crisp little white bows untie perfectly, which for something with that little fabric, means that they're well made. His cock is medium-sized, the color of a tobacco leaf, and wrapped in so much voluminous foreskin that it hangs off the tip like a drooping snout despite the throbbing urgency of his rampant erection. His balls are round in a relaxed sack, lolling to either side of the cock. I kiss from the head down to the shaft of his cock, sucking one and then the other and then both nuts into my mouth, tonguing them and running my chin firmly against the bulge behind his nutsack where the prostate sits buried inside. I pull up a little and then go down on his cock fully, swallowing it into my mouth and then my throat as he writhes and moans. I use my thumb to run little circles around his asshole. I pull back off his dick and pull his legs up, burying my face in his hole. He moans a lot, and so I spend some extra time here - chewing little nips on the inside of his buttock cheeks, licking and chewing on the meat of his asshole proper, poking my tongue inside and tasting him, humming, slurping air, drooling and licking around some spit. I move back up and deepthroat his cock again, and take my spit-slicked fingers and begin to open him up with the Carlton Butt Clock (tm).
We have an amusing and slightly awkward interlude, as he realizes that he should go pee, and he offers to go and come back, or to have me join him, almost as if he's making sure I know he's serious about continuing. He's so sweetly keen that it's touching - like he wants to make sure I understand that his full attention is mine. So, what the hell, I go with him, we pee, laughing and joking, and I take a little possessive pleasure in walking him up and down the hall. He's got a beautiful natural submission, pacing along just slightly behind me and fully attentive to my every motion.
Now. Where were we? We get back into bed, and pick back up. I lay him down on his back. I suck his cock. I lick those two fingers again, and slide first one and then both into his hole. I massage and stroke his prostate, and he moans and grabs convulsively at my skull. He shoves his cock in deeper, and I follow his prostate with my fingers, pushing at the base of his penis like I'm trying to cram his cock into my mouth with my fingertips. I explain to him about the energy work - he's already a little familiar with the chakras, and he stretches and flexes like some sort of languid multi-stage sex yawn. It's fascinating to see this on somebody who already understands a little about the subtle body and the movement of the Kundalini. I swallow his cockhead again and again, massaging it with my throat; two fingers of my right hand thrust into him in a lazy, sticky rhythm with the music, and my left strokes his belly, his chest, his throat, moving the power up.
He takes a turn serving me, and he does everything just like I like it. I always appreciate this - and I'm always happy to adapt and modulate to get as close as possible to everything just like the other guy likes it, too. There are a bunch of things that are just good technique, but there are *always* personal preferences and styles - I ask. I watch what he responds to. I pay attention. Clearly, my beautiful Indian boy pays attention, too. He works on my cock, swallowing it deep and gagging on it; he plays with my prostate, licks my nuts, nuzzles my inner thighs. I start to feel a second climax building, and I grip his skull and unload down his throat. It feels almost more like a sneeze - fast and brutal, and I'm exhausted after.
This is one of those times when I am recording just the sound - and somehow I've accidentally turned it off, because most of our encounter, you don't hear. It picks up about half a minute before I cum - you hear him gasping and gagging, and then you hear my orgasm which sounds almost like I'm throwing up, or the sound of a dado blade cutting a groove in an oak plank... and then you can hear me saying wow, and thanking him, again and again - and I tell him, with no hesitation, that I'll be happy to do whatever he wants for him. Whatever gets him off.
You hear it really quiet - more whisper than voice - he asks me to spank him.
OMG, y'all. This perfect, pert little round ass, arching up to meet my hand - I spank him with my hand, and then I introduce him to the paddle and the hairbrush, and the belt. I spank him for several minutes. He's just as beautifully responsive to this, as he has been to the other experiences - he writhes and moans and shakes. We talk about consent and tapping - and I teach him how to stop me. We get to a point where it's break time, and he heads off to get some steam and shower. I never did get my dick in his ass - and I want to. He says we'll play again. I hope we do.
I go and shower, and walk around the pool, and then go into the sauna, then the outside maze, then the central maze. I run into the tiny Daddy again. I'm guessing he's five-one, maybe, and every part of him is scaled small. I love the disparity of size between us. Although he's got a thinning head of hair and a beautiful close-trimmed beard that's shading from ginger to silver, if you look at him from the back... he could be fourteen. A very muscular fourteen. I'm not saying he's got a childish body, far from it; he's beautifully developed, and he clearly works at it - but the scale just fascinates me. I enjoy touching him, and when I ask him if he'll come back, he does. I want to fuck him, but I need some oral attention to get to full mast; he kneels down and obediently sucks my cock, letting me choke him with it. I talk through with him about how I want him to tap... and then I take his breath away until he taps. And then again. I put him up on the bed, and go down on him. I swallow his cock while I massage around his hole with my fingers; I pull his legs further up, and lick the thick red-brown curls around his asshole. I stretch him with my fingers, rockin' around the good ol' Carlton Clock... and then I put my cock in him and begin to fuck. I start with slow rocking, getting him opened up and stretched out; I build up to fast thrusting, his slim ass smacking hard on my thighs. I switch places with him and lie back, putting him in the position to suck; I show him how to play with my ass as he sucks my cock and I thrust into his skull. He's really good, and it builds, and it builds... and I grip his skull as I ejaculate down his throat. That's three. Wow.
I get a message from some guy whose Grindr picture is just a side view of his ass in a jock, asking for me to suck him again with the Max Impact. It takes a second to realize it's the cute Asian boy with the glasses and the buzz cut. He comes back in, and we have another round. Aside from being a little more comfortable, and a little easier because we have played once... it's a repeat of the same situation. He lies back and I play with his ass (but not entering his hole) and suck his cock until he cums down my throat. He's very appreciative, and he's fun to touch. If I get that message again, I'll say yes again.
As I'm walking down the hall from another shower, I run into the guy I call El Mamador. He's in his forties, I'd guess, leanly muscular and handsome - and totally toothless. We go straight to my room, and close the door. For some reason, I'm in a mood to just spend time with him tonight, and not play around with the camera. And, honestly, I'm going to leave a lot of it undescribed here, too. Suffice it to say, he diligently, thoroughly, and affectionately milks two more orgasms out of me. Holy fuck. That's five.
I'm walking through the mazes again. I got started late, and so I decide to stay an extra hour or so - and there's a very different crowd a little later. I see Richard again in the outer maze, in the room with the videos, getting his cock sucked. The guy doing the work appears to be wearing out. I stand and watch, looking Richard in the eyes to see how he's feeling. The guy valiantly struggling on his cock eventually tires of it, and I step up. Richard decides he wants to stand up on the bench, so that standing on the floor beside it, I'm at perfect cock-sucking height. I kiss his big dick from the head to the base, and make out some with his nuts. I rub my fingers behind his nutsack, massaging around his hole; we haven't really had a lot of conversation about it, but with the pictures he sent me, we both know his butthole is in play. It's kind of hotter not to ask. I swallow his cock. The other guy has done some good work... but, Richard and I are both into putting on a show... so I start working a finger inside him, stretching so that he can accommodate two , and then three - I know once I get that third finger in there, I could fuck him. I look at him; he knows too. And then he thrusts forward, rocking my hand in his ass, and his eyes roll back in his head. I swallow his cock some more. I'm working at it, swallowing, humming, tonguing his cock. I take his hand and put it on the back of my skull, just to make sure he knows I'm good to go - he's still getting harder, but I've swallowed him enough that I can feel where it's going to be OK. There's just a feeling when you know. He holds my head and thrusts into my skull. I thrust into his ass with two fingers, swiping his prostate back and forth, then pounding it in a series of fast strokes. He's starting to kind of dance a little - like the food he's not leaning his weight on, is twitching. It feels like he's getting close.
I keep him at "close" for a while. I pull his cock out of my throat, and spend some time nuzzling around his nutsack, then nipping at his inner thighs and then nibbling my way from the root to the head of his cock. I swirl my tongue around it. I suck on just the head. He's trying to thrust, but I pull away or move to the side, frustrating him. After I judge he's simmered for long enough, I turn direct to him and let him get busy with the thrusting - hard, deep shoves into my throat where I can feel the cartilage of my trachea stretching. It makes a sound. I'm pushing at the back of his cock with my fingers, stroking his prostate up and down, hammering it, going back to dizzy circles. His body gets rigid, and I can tell he's about to shoot. I open as deep as I can, and he's got my skull in a two-handed death grip as his prostate spasms under my fingers and then his cock shoots burst after burst of semen down my throat. He keeps fucking, keeps unloading. It feels so fucking awesome. I gag hard, bringing it all up into my mouth, and I laugh out loud around his cock with delight on making what I think of as the hat trick. It's one of those things that is simultaneously a show-off move that's challenging to get just right, and a thing that when you DO get it just right, your fucking head explodes. Even if you're the one sucking dick. When I have a guy cum in my throat like that, I feel like I have an energetic orgasm. It's a mix of air deprivation, esophageal distension, fullness... it just makes my throat cum. That's the only way I can describe it. It's like an anal orgasm in your esophagus.
He has to sit down, he's so unsteady on his feet. I sit next to him, and we come down for a couple of minutes, chatting and laughing. There were several guys watching us, and now that the show's clearly over, a couple of them are wandering off, and others are getting down to business. I thank him and wander on.
And then in the inside maze, I meet the evening's delightful finale. He's standing against a wall and I walk up to him. He's short - probably five-eight or nine, late twenties or early thirties, black hair, and a beautifully sculpted body. His skin is a kind of golden pale, at least in the maze's red lights, and he's got tattoos all over his upper body, delicate black line work designs. I look at him, and then reach out and touch, and he reaches out and touches back; we make the nonverbal conversation that happens so often here. I tell him he's a beautiful looking man, and he tells me I am too, and I ask him if he wants to come to my room. I mean, no sense beating around the bush. He's hot. He's willing. We go to my room.
I know it sounds like I sing the same song again and again, but it's new for each person I'm telling the story to. It does feel a little repetitive writing about it, but I feel like each time, there's some nuance, some angle that I see differently. So I talk with him about what he likes, what he's into; he's submissive, likes sucking dick, is OK being spanked especially if it turns me on, likes to get fucked. Tick, tick, tick, boom. We're going to do JUST fine. We make out standing up, and I am delighted at the way the light models around his smooth musculature, the handsome lines of his face, his perky and remarkably furry butt. I kiss his face, his neck, bite firmly into his shoulder muscles and take little nipping bites down his arms. I lick and suck his nipples, roll my face in his pits. He smells delicious. I put him on his knees and introduce my cock to his mouth; he sucks. He sucks really, REALLY well. He tells me he can hold his breath a long time because he's a swimmer - which goes a long way toward explaining his beautiful lean-muscled body. He's beautiful doing it, too - watching his wide liquid eyes struggle with the air hunger, his mouth stretching around my cock. I fuck into his throat some.
"No is always a complete sentence and a perfect answer."
We negotiate the terms of the fuck.
I put a couple of bright spanks on his ass with my hands, and then lay him down on the bed. I sniff and lick his crotch, his nuts, his belly. I tell him about pulling up the rainbow of energy. His asshole is delicious; I pull his legs up and lick and suck and nibble on it, and then turn him over so I can address it properly and give it the attention it so richly deserves. He's got the most amazingly shapely ass and thighs; they're thick and powerful, and covered in so much curling dark brown hair it almost looks like he's wearing furry pantyhose. I use the hairbrush and stroke the hair into patterns; I rub the bristles over the sensitive skin on his inner thighs, and then I deliver a few hard smacks to his ass and thighs, and a couple more gentle ones on his exposed hole. It visibly swells as he squeezes it, and I lean down and kiss it, first with my lips and then with my tongue, and then I kind of continue falling forward into his ass, grinding with my chin where the base of his cock goes inside, licking the back of his scrotum, nuzzling his pucker with the tip of my nose. I use my hands to spread his cheeks even wider, licking as deep into him as my pointed tongue will fit. I enter him with a finger, and then another, stretching him out and getting him ready. I turn him back over, and massage his hole while I play with his cock and balls. I tell him about the third finger as I stretch him with it - and once I have the third finger in, I know we're good to go for dick.
A guy stands in the open doorway for a bit and watches. I invite him to step in and join us, but he says he needs to go get his partner.
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| This is him. Sadly, no cage tonight. |
I start with his feet pushed back toward his head some, so that his pelvis curls up and his knees push toward his chest. It's a good opening position. I rock my cockhead back and forth on his hole, and then start to inexorably slide it in. He pulls away a little, like he's resisting the urge to craw-dad across the bed away from the invading cock - but he makes a tough face and breathes, opening for me. I push in, rocking my hips back and forth, feeling where the walls and the corners are, getting used to being in his butthole. He grimaces a little, but he's glowing, and clearly enjoying himself. I have him pull his ass up with his legs, and show him how it turns his body into its own sling - and then I take him through a variety of rhythms, like this chord organ thing we had when I was a kid where the rhythm button could do "Rhumba" or "Waltz" or "Minuet." I fuck him faster, and then slow, holding his hips with my hands so that I can angle his pelvis just so and drive my cock right into his prostate, again and again. I put my hand over his mouth and nose and cut off his air intermittently, letting him breathe in shallow random sips of air. He gets more and more wild.
It gets to be time for a break. We switch positions, and now he's kneeling on the floor so that his head and shoulders are between my thighs. I show him what I want. He observantly and obediently follows all the instructions. Once again, I feel like I must be doing something right, pleasing the Gods of Sodomy some special way... because his velvety mouth goes down on my cock, his fingers massage my prostate... and holy Hell, I'm going to cum again. It takes a while - the later in the night, the longer it inevitably takes to get the energy built back up. But I can feel it. It's like having the maps app on your phone - you still know it's a ways to get to your destination, but you can see the blue line. You know you're headed somewhere. He sucks. I push his head down, grinding my cock all the way into his throat. He moans and gags, coming off it intermittently to take deep gasping breaths, spittle flying from his lips and hanging in ropes connecting his mouth to my cock. I shove it back in. My hips come up off the bed as I thrust upward into his throat, and it starts. I tense and relax, moving the energy up, again - the pathways are tired, but everything is lit up and on line. I fuck, and I start to groan and gasp as I fuck into his willing mouth. There's almost nothing left - but I can feel my prostate spasm where his fingers are rubbing it, and I can feel the tightness behind his tonsils as my cock throbs and tries to squirt another load.
I pull him up on top of me and hold him until the shaking stops. I tell him how much I have enjoyed him, how much I appreciate his care and his attention, his willing service to my desires. We talk a little; I ask if there's anything he wants me to do by way of serving his needs in turn; he tells me he wants a break and some time in the sauna, and then he hangs out for a bit as I pack up my stuff. We trade numbers, and I tell him that I want to do it again, and probably again - and then I head out.
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