I'm going to a pool party birthday of a guy I know from other pool parties, but haven't had the pleasure of getting over my knee. He told me earlier, that he'd be up for some birthday spankings... I brought my paddle.
I get there, and it's a beautiful house, and they clearly do parties a lot. There are ranks of drinks and mixers, colorful cups so you can get one you remember, a kiosk filled with packaged snacks in a rainbow of popular flavors. I show up with a meat and cheese tray, because it's what I do for parties (see also: Slappy Birthday or The Fraternity of Handsfree Daddies: Part 1, And One to Grow On). If you go to a y'all-bring-somethin' kind of party and you see one of these platters, there's a good chance somebody is on the veranda sucking my dick. And flowers; I have learned that these are perfect for parties in one of the fat little Ozarka bottles, and that way you don't have to worry about trying to figure out if you know a person well enough to get your vase back next time their dahlias are blooming. And I have a feeling that this is where I lose a lot of the hardcore "alpha male" audience - there's this fantasy in the gay world, especially things like circuit parties and bear runs, that "real" Daddies don't bring flowers or sit and roll up cream cheese in oversize pepperoni. They should be grim, sports-watching fuck machines. Bitches, I am legion; I contain multitudes. And multidudes. But the thing is... I think that the fact that I really am this creative, this make-by-hand crafty, this thing where I'm touched enough by the beauty of the things in the garden, that I have to bring you every edible flower that's blooming, including the one that's a powerful muscle relaxer... I think it's this quality of being a creator and a craftsman, gets me a lot of the best ass. Holy fuck, you guys. But the fact that, as you'll see later, I'm happy to share and to teach... that gets me the very, very best. There's something in the combination of a hot natural young stud who doesn't know a lot, but is wildly curious, and an accommodating and enthusiastic older guy who can open up Pandora's Butthole for him. It's fun being me, but I practice and I'm good at it. Being me, that is. It's really been more of a process of peeling away layers of reactionary masking, of trying to fit in so I wouldn't get snubbed/uninvited/beaten up when I was five, and twenty, and forty, and pretty much every age until the last few when I figured shit out with psilocybin-assisted therapy, and got my shit fixed. Now, I am MUCH more genuinely myself in social and sexual situations, and it gives me a presence that works, especially for sex. Creative and curious, combined with rigorously pursued knowledge and skills. If you ever got a boner in woodshop, you get it. I can't remember his name right now, but he was one of the first hot bears I really got to know, and even though I didn't understand my feelings then, my woofer went off.
I wander around, and realize that I know several of the guys - and indeed, there are a couple of guys that I had hoped to see here, based on the invite list, and am planning specific adventures with. There's one hot German looking blond (or maybe like French... he's got those uncut-dick, hairy body, tanned with tattoos good looks. He's super hot. I don't honestly remember if he smokes, but in my mind, he smokes.
This boy. I've played with him before - and he's always a fun time. His favorite game is "No, Coach." It starts out with handprinting his ass, then we dock, then I fuck and spank him as he says "No, Dad.... I mean Coach... No, Coach..." Then I teach another guy how to redline him to get the maximum pleasure out of him. Then I hit him with the paddle while fucking him... then I hand-over-mouth gag him while ditto. It's a busy several minutes. When we've talked for a bit, and I tell him I think it's get-down-and-suck-my-dick-time, he begs off and goes to get a beverage.
I wander around a bit, and find Mr. Lorenzo, whose ass I had printed earlier in the afternoon (the fact of the spanking is certain. The time of the spanking is uncertain) But from the file order, I know I had to have done it before I even got the camera out. Anyway. This catches the eye of this CUTE young stud with a lithe, naturally athletic body built for sin, a fascinated curiosity about BDSM, and weird Al's hair. He watches me spank another guy, and then he asks me what it feels like, and if he can spank the guy, too, and then if he can spank me... and we're kind of having spanking class while standing around in the middle of a thriving busy pool party. Lots of smacking and laughing, also explaining and answering questions. He asks me for swats of varying intensities, and he tries his hand on me so I can calibrate his sense of velocity. It's really a lot of fun.
This dude. I wander back up to the hot tub area, and since the first Latino guy is busy with another dude now... he offers. Kneels down and sucks my dick SO GOOD. He gets a lot of my time this afternoon, both with and without the camera. I fuck his husband, too, another beautiful muscle bear.
Another round of "No, Coach." I scold him about his quarter-field drills. It makes him cum.
To me, the most important thing about what I'm teaching my Sexy Weird Al, is about the envelope consent.
I show him how to pull the energy up. We've just done this, but before I realized he'd be OK with me pointing the camera at him... so I do it again.
Another round of chakra raising... combined with a pattern of hard slaps. And then another party-goer leans in and takes a slurp.
More, and more, and more of the same. Yum. The reason this cuts out in the middle, is a flash of face that's easier to cut around than blur.
We talk about how he got his monkey-wrench tattoo, by an untrained friend that he traded tattoos with. And yeah, he's a plumber.
And then I give him the one-uncut-guy version of docking. Which, although not as awesome as the two-uncut-guys, it's still pretty awesome. He's like trying all kinds of stuff, to see what he likes. I do my very best to be a good partner for that.
The Little Brown Bottle. I love poppers, and I also recognize they are a drug with side effects. I talk about this with my new-to-being-kinky buddy. He's never tried them.
He marks up so beautifully - and I show him things about what it does to his skin.
You know, you'd think all I do at this party, is fuck this one dude a lot. Which, to be fair, happens. But there are so many hot things I want to go back and fill in, that have no video record. Fireball shots out of my foreskin in the pool. A jello shot the same delivery method, and that's a beautiful weird thing I will catch on video one of these days soon.
And THIS bodacious bear-furry behind belongs to the amazing boy I had the privilege of rimming and fucking in [see also: Not So Lazy Susan]
I've got some more stuff to bang out... but it's late, and Daddy's tired, and more will have to wait.
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