A Slimy Education, Part 2

This is one of those nights that feels like two nights. So, here's the second half. Oh - and a note to the previous entry. Once we finished up, there was just a little blood. What I think of as safe blood. Guys who do fisting, or even rough fucking, know about blood. I've jerked off more than once to the videos that Ryan Sullivan made for Treasure Island, clipping together the stuff they had to cut because of rules about content. I've jerked off to bits of video that slipped through - like one time Lito Cruz fucks this boy... and SOME of the cuts, have the bloody hole. 

Ah... Marten. 

I thought there was another post with Marten in it, but I'm not finding it. He's this beautiful muscular dude that Husband and I met for a threesome several years ago, and I've gotten to play with a couple of times since. He's into a lot of the same kinky stuff that I'm into, but he's traveled and fucked his way around even more than I have. He has a handsome face and a banging body and both his throat and his ass are AMAZING. 

I've checked in with Marten by chat, and he might be able to make it out tonight. He and I like some really, REALLY edgy rough play... and it's always a treat. I go to shower, and I run into him there - but some other Daddy has run into him first. This guy looks maybe Italian or Greek ancestry, curling thick chest hair, and a dick as thick as my wrist. It's probably about as long as mine, but the girth makes it a real challenge. Marten works his jaws and takes it, swallowing on his knees beside the shower. 

I walk over and stand next to the two of them and watch for a bit. The other top and I nod to one another like toughs on the street, that little raise-the-chin-upward gesture that reminds me of the lizards on our backyard fence. I play with Marten's body a little, pinching his tits, slapping his ass. But he's focusing on the hairy daddy's cock. After a while, he does turn to me, and sucks me some too, then back to the other guy. It's a hot scene. I invite them to join me back at my room, and we all three go.

This scene deserves a lot more writing than it's going to get. It's dense and complicated. It may not get the full treatment it deserves - because a LOT happened. Fisting, actually almost-fisting, where I was able to Introduce the Goose, but not to fully crest my knuckles. Again and again. Throat-fucking and ass-fucking, and hand-wrapping-cock in his ass, stretching him as I enter each thrust. Working his muscular second hole. I put my hand into his mouth - he's been unintentionally intubating himself during his throat-masturbation sessions, and he's gotten to the point where I can reach a finger in and stroke his vocal cords. Every instinct in your body will tell you not to do this. It's super freaky. Do not try at home. Paddling. Caning. HARD caning. 

Then I put him back on the floor, sit him on his ass backed against the door, and put my cock in his throat. 

He swallows. And swallows. 

He starts to visibly twitch and struggle, overmastering his hypercapnia, holding off the panic with sheer will. 

I tell him he's gonna have to hold an imaginary Lacrosse ball - the whole point is to have the arm in a position where the drop is obvious, and I can see him plainly with no ball.

So he's holding his arm up, elbow straight out from the shoulder, ninety degrees so his hand is standing straight up. 

I put a towel behind his head, so I won't bang it on the door. He's sitting on his ass against the open door, the big hairy Daddy just to my right, where we've been taking turns throat-fucking Marten. I put my cock in his throat full-length, and he holds up the imaginary ball and starts to go through the same countdown again. Spasm. Twitch. His whole torso arches as he retches, his body leaning into the spasm, but his hand stays resolutely upright and his mouth never moves from the root of my dick. His struggles become weaker and more feeble as his oxygen runs out. He's fighting the hypercapnia so beautifully - his throat spasms and flutters as he struggles for air, but he doesn't bite or throw up. 

And then the ball drops.

He plops down hard on his ass, all the tone going out of his body. His arms flop bonelessly at his sides, fully unconscious. I have been prepared for exactly this; I pin him against the open door with my legs as he flops down, pull my cock out of his throat, and then observe as he reboots. Watching his gym-built frame come back online is a thing of beauty; he's alabaster pale and marble smooth, and each muscle pops into sharp relief when it twitches. 

We play a little more, but after he's been knocked out, he doesn't have as much energy left, and he goes to his own room for some rest and then takes off. After he leaves, I realize that I've snapped about two inches off the short cane while beating his ass. 

Which works out well - because the beautiful boy from last week [see also: Glowthroat] has just showed up. YUM. He's brought back the speculum that we didn't get a chance to play with last week, and I put a hood on him and begin putting him through his paces. 

We do finally get to play with his speculum... and it's a LOT of fun. There's a guy standing and watching, and I hand him the camera... and after a lot of interesting play, he gets tired of holding it and hands it back to me. At which point... I realize it hasn't been recording. This is totally a drawback of handing the camera to random dudes. Often it results in amazing video, and it's so hot to involve some sexy bystander... but sometimes you lose the whole getting-his-hole-opened-up-for-the-speculum experience. The Glowthroat episode, will give you an idea of just how much hot sexy writing and moaning this involved. The stretching. The Carlton Butt Clock applications. The right-finger-left-finger stretch-out. We really put on a show. And then, I insert the speculum and start cranking him nope. The guy hands it back to me. I get the camera back, I turn it on and we keep going. There's a lot of fun things going on here. This specific, Collins speculum is actually similar to the shape of the muscles of the ass - they're not really a circle, it's more like a parenthesis, the noon and the six o'clock are just connective tissue. Here's the anatomical version. 

aaaaand.... then here's what you get when you type in "gay porn fisting puffy asslips." You probably won't be surprised to hear that the filename was "fisting a puffy cunt." The two "halves" of the anal sphincters really do resemble lips... if you've ever hand-fed a horse, that's a lot of sphincter muscle working there, too. Lippa lippa lippa. But look, it's almost a vertical seam... that's the actual shape they are, he's just so conveniently pulled it out of this nice man's insides so we can see it. 

This particular version of speculum (there are SO MANY) is called a Collin speculum. This is funny for me, because it's a name I used back when I was in a historical re-enactment group. It's flat, and a little screw winds it out sideways. It's the shape of a stretched mancunt. And... because there's no lower and no upper part, you can both palpate his spine, and give hell to his prostate with hand, tool, or etc. I didn't get around to the etc. before making him cum. 

And GOD, he cums. He spurts rope after rope as I'm shoving my fingers in his hole, stroking and massaging and pounding and slapping. The whole time of this video, half my right hand is working inside him. You can hear it a little. 

And, once again... a little blood is just part of the game when things are rough. I feel like this isn't made clear to enough people, and some guys are REALLY surprised. It's a fluid inside you, and I'm rubbing roughly (to your evident, moaning delight) and I rub some out. 

If you cut something, you get RED blood, and it's totally different. And then you isolate and go suddenly all medical and figure out what's bleeding and why, and often you stop doing something, or apply ice, and the bleeding stops if it's a scratch. If the bleeding doesn't stop, you go to the emergency room. I've never had anything that didn't stop after I stopped bothering whatever was bleeding (usually a lip. Sometimes a tongue. More than occasionally a penis, usually mine, because I stick it into places that are full of sharp bits of hardened bone, so I totally own that I'm getting what I deserve there.)

So. I ball those towels up and take them to the desk, deck the space out with fresh ones.... and this cute bear-cub kind of dude walks with me about halfway back from the showers. He wants to see my setup; I think he may have been a bystander earlier. We walk in, and I show him the various implements, show him some video of things that have happened earlier this evening. He asks if I'm all top; I explain that I love getting fucked, it just takes a guy who knows what he's doing and is confident.

 

He tells me he'd love to fuck me. And as I'm holding onto his big meaty cock, I know he's got the technical specifications, and I'm willing to wager on him having the skills. 

He has the skills. I suck on his cock, spitting my own slobber into the bowl, and a couple of times he contributes as well. He sucks my dick plenty, and I suck his plenty, but he's clearly in a mood to fuck. He tells me that the big furry Daddy who'd been fucking Marten with me, has just bred him - so his furry butt is slick with jizz. I put my fingers into him and froth it up as I swallow his cock. I tell him about the rainbow elevator, and about edging to make it last and explode harder. 

He asks me which of the implements is my favorite to be struck with, and I explain that I love a tapping spank with the paddle to get everything warm, and we do that, taking turns, me showing him how to work it by smacking first my thigh and then his ass, and then he turns me around and spanks me from my mid-back to my knees, focusing on my cheeks, but turning on my whole lower body. 

He lays me on my belly on the bed and works his cock into me. He's long enough that he punches the second hole with every deep stroke, and it takes some shifting around to get myself open up there. I lie on my back and push down inside, threading my rectosigmoid down his cock like a second foreskin, and that does the trick. He can go to town now. He pounds the FUCK out of me. Again and again. I think I came five times, but it would probably go to the judges on whether some of them were "still going" and which were "going again." But there were definite periods of explosion, and then rest, and then more driving fucking, and another explosion. After a while, I was surprised I wasn't seeing my own blood coming out of my cock [see also: Hematospermia]. It stops having any fluid to give, but I keep orgasming just as if I was full. 

Then I lay him on his back, and pull out the little cane, and I start tapping him through the rainbow elevator as I swallow his cock. Some of the smacks are harder - counting rhythm like a conductor, SMACK--two--three--four.... it raises the experience a notch without pushing it all over the edge. The cane puts little sharp marks on his chest. He starts to ejaculate, and I can feel the throbbing of his prostate with the two fingers that I've got inside him while the other wields the cane. I love watching guys experience this kind of orgasm at any time, but especially when it's the first time, it's such a treat. There's this "OMG, WHAT'S HAPPENING" thing, and they shake and they quiver and they laugh and they moan. I highly recommend it. 

And THEN, it's time to shower, and go the fuck home. My prostate feels like someone has taken a Milanese hammer to it, and my nuts are throbbing. Holy FUCK, y'all.