An Excess of Wonders

I picked the title for this one because, FUCK, I had more than I probably should have. It was like a Thanksgiving feast of orgasms. I don't even KNOW how many times I ejaculated. I'm serious. Sometimes it gets hard to count between "Ok, are we going to call that a minute-long orgasm with one major and one minor squirty writhing peak, or do we count that as two?" So often, if somebody's milking my prostate while working my cock, you'll get multiple rolling peaks, between the ones that squirt and the ones that ooze. It's like one of those Churrascaria-style Brazilian restaurants where they keep coming up and saying sweet things like "More leg of lamb?" and I just have to have another bite, because you know he brought it back JUST for me. Plus, I get to eye-fuck him as he walks away in those cute pants, and I can smell him as he leans in to cut the sliver of delicious baby sheep. Anyway. I'm not even trying at this point. I have the good side, of several of the guys saying it was OK to make video - because I remember those bits. There's a LOT of hot stuff. An interesting effort - some of the notes, I made as video, so you hear what happened. I like it; I feel like it's hot on its own, but then it's also enough for me to remember to cement it into my mind later. 

There's a video site called THISVID. There's a guy who goes by Slimebitch, and he's into a lot of the same as I'm into. He compiles these hot clip videos; Most of them lately are in the "Slimy Gag" series. Anyway, we've had a lot of chats, and I think his stuff is perfect to play on a video screen in my bathhouse room, to encourage vigorous slimy throat-fucking. I like the way they cycle from moment to moment. 

Because I am a goofball as well as a horndog. 

I make a lap, and see this guy in his room, tallish, kind of slim muscle, like he probably plays tennis or something, but he's vaguely familiar but I can't place him. He indicates that it's OK for me to step into his room, and we talk a minute or two... and he said his buddy had recommended me. I laugh, and say that's really nice of him, I'm glad I left a favorable impression... and something in the way he phrased it, I thought he meant his buddy had shown him the blog. I am going on the assumption that he knows that I write it and what it looks like, and after a few back and forth volleys, it becomes clear that he's totally at sea... so I explain. And something about the way he moves and talks finally clues me in, and I realize he's the guy I had the long tantric session with at one of the Private Playground parties, but I can't find that video. I feel sure that it's in a post, but I can't find the files.  

I make a lap, and see this guy in his room, tallish, kind of slim muscle, like he probably plays tennis or something, but he's vaguely familiar but I can't place him. He indicates that it's OK for me to step into his room, and we talk a minute or two... and he said his buddy had recommended me. I laugh, and say that's really nice of him, I'm glad I left a favorable impression... and something in the way he phrased it, I thought he meant his buddy had shown him the blog. I am going on the assumption that he knows that I write it and what it looks like, and after a few back and forth volleys, it becomes clear that he's totally at sea... so I explain. And something about the way he moves and talks finally clues me in, and I realize he's the guy I had the long tantric session with at [see also: Clearing the Cache]

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So, we play around - I recapitulate some of the typical with him... draw the power up, I smack him a little and finger him some, and then put my hand in his mouth and play with his ass. He explains that he's got to go take care of his elderly dog, and I TOTALLY get that, and sure, dude, you're free to go - come back if you want, though, because I just got here, and if you want to make a feed-and-walk run and then come back and get your cunt plowed, I'm 1000% game. So, I step back, taking my hands and my influence off him, and he starts to get up, and then throws his legs in the air. 

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He finally manages to actually stop playing and leave on about the fourth try. Sometimes it's kind of fun playing under the gun of time like that - I've had some amazing experiences doing it. 

But he does, finally go, and I wander down the hallway, my hardon wagging. I go to my room, get some Gatorade, talk to the camera for a minute to record what the fuck just happened. Then, another lap. I run into El Mamador, that beautiful toothless cocksucker who loves to have me dilate his esophagus. I really want to spend some more time with him and somebody else taking care of the camera. It's easier with just him and me, because he is so open and trusting with me, and he understands how much it fucking turns me on. 

My Dad had false teeth my whole growing up. I think it was a motorcycle accident? I really can't remember. I don't remember it happening, although sometimes adult medical stuff was really confusing to me. If people used euphemisms, I was a little lost. But having your Dad have his teeth in a plastic coffee cup full of bleach in the bathroom was my relatively normal. His on the left, Mom's big pink powder puff thing on the right. It was like a jar with a giant pink wig. But this guy gives amazing gummy head, and he's a handsome guy with a nice body and a big dick. And so subservient. And a couple of these, I'm really pushing some political buttons. That's what I meant, about your life might get more interesting if mine does. 😉 

We switch positions, and he sucks me a lot more. He's very, very good. I cum down his throat very hard. 

So, after getting my nut elegantly and obediently milked down his skilled throat, it's time for shower and another tour of the building, because I haven't really gotten to steam or spa or pool yet. It helps me reset. I realize that I'm about to walk down the hall to the showers in my glasses, and so I have to comment on that. I hope y'all like the glasses. I think I look hot in them... but different. It's the hot me who reads and writes porn, not the hot me who fucks strangers at the bath house. I put my glasses on to work my phone and dictate notes. 

And things just keep getting hotter. I know. It's just not fair. These are the kind of opportunities you encounter when you really dig into a hot guy and start #fucksplaining how the nervous system reacts to BDSM stress, the acetylchole, the epinephrine.... and then this guy who looks like a young Zak Spears as a short-stack - he's compact but built for sin - thick, furry muscle, like you only get from rigorous time in the gym and a medical understanding of how you can be your very hottest best self. I am kidding you zero percent. And it turns out he's finalizing his the specialization of his postdoctoral work in neuroscience. I rub his body. I deepthroat his cock. He deepthroats my cock. Then... he wants a spanking. 

So I get to deliver a XXXTED Talk about how the neurological chemicals start to alter his state, to an MD with a thick, beefy, hairy ass. Like the kind you brush gently with your hairbrush, and I stroke the fur and tell him he's beautiful. A walking wet dream. I enjoy praising him, and he rolls like a big cat under both the spanking and the praise. So I go back and forth. Then I give him his first throatfucking, and give him a tour of his nervous system under my program of activation. Then I walk him through sharing poppers and deepthroat him some more. 

And it SUCKS that you can't see it, because he's the kind of guy you notice across a crowded bar, and he's just as responsive as he is beautiful. But - you can hear it. 

I have to say - I have a lot of amazing sex. SERIOUSLY amazing sex. But... getting to introduce a hot young doctor who's specializing in the nervous system, about the ancient Indian and Chinese versions of the flow of energy through the energetic bodies, the prana, the Chi. And how I can use it to blow his mind. 

When I walk him through flexing his hole, his abs, his pecs, you can see the muscles swell and throb as he flexes and writhes. He rolls upward in waves under my stroking hand, and my other hand is working inside him as I swallow his cock. You hear nothing for a minute, and then you hear me gag hard and then him saying oh fuck. And we just keep edging him closer to the top. I take a break and stroke the fur on his chest and belly with my hairbrush as he holds my head down on his cock. This.... goes on for a while. Then, I shotgun a hit of poppers together with him. Keep in mind... this is his first ride on this kind of pony. I am giving a specialist in the human nervous system, a nervous explosion that he's never had anything like. He starts cumming, and after a lot of groaning and hard thrusting, you hear my geeky laughter as he yanks his cock out and thrusts it back in, and his semen drips out of my nose. I hope he's as proud of this moment as I am. Wow. The he turns me around, and because I was halfway there already, he gets me off hard and fast, mirroring with a doctor's precision exactly what I had done to him. Like, when a dancer watches a routine and then steps through it. I cum for a while. I get him to lie down for a minute, and then he's got to bounce. 

wow. 

And it's NOT OVER YET. See what I mean? I'm kind of making a point here that it's more than I can brain, in order to perhaps hopefully remind my horny ass to put the dick away and go home at a reasonable hour next time. But it keeps going. 

This hot little cub with the handsome face.... namaste, my neurodiverse brother. The weird within me recognizes and honors the weird within you. Freak long and prosper. He's hot, and I totally would again. I'm sorry I didn't get video of the last part - where he's saying "I've never been fucked like this before." I love seeing that face. The little whimper. 

And a shower. And in the shower, I see this really, REALLY hot guy. Um, I need to go home. I really needed to go home before the cub. But, I should be driving already. I am pretty much sober at this point, and shower and packing time gets me the rest of the way there... but he's REALLY cute, and he's looking right at me. Like, he's eye-fucking me as I walk past the spa, and I shower, and I start walking back the other way... and you know, I've just gotta. I walk up to him in the water, and say hi and kiss a little, and I set up on the edge so he can suck my dick. He does, and he takes his hand, and moves my hand with it to his throat, and squeezes. He knows what he's asking for; I know how to do it. But I squeeze just a little, and explain that the risk of death from drowning from this shit is not a joke, and I am happy to choke him as much as he wants but in my room. Yes, please, and so we go there. 

And yeah, I really should have showered and gone. But this guy on the way to the shower, he says he would like to swallow my cock in his throat like that guy he saw earlier... and that's hard to say no to. 

He chews a handful of my tic-tacs and gives me the most amazing mentholated blowjob. 

I put a mask on him so I don't have to dodge his face as much. 

He has explains to me that he's "traditional bottom" - and he doesn't do anything with another man's ass. Totally fair. But, if I'm going to get that last elusive orgasm, it's going to need some deep prostate stim. He sucks me, and for a while rides my cock, and I flip him over so I can pound him deep. I have another little energy orgasm, but not the final ejaculation. I decide if I'm going to get that last one, I'm going to have to make it happen - so I work the tool in my butthole while I he swallows my cock and eventually gets me off one last time. I'm fairly sure that by the time this one rolls around... what is it, number seven? Eight? 

And then, finally, yes I go home. 

And, although he had agreed to me taking video, at the end this guy said, "No picture" - so I went through and removed the visual part of all three of those. 

Because consent.

Wow.