Going Deeper (Inside Strange Men)

 This has been a fun, fun night. And some really good connection.  I arrive, get my setup set up, and there's this guy who had messaged me on Grindr and wanted to meet me here - so I hang out in my room and wait for him to show up. I'm early... but he's stopped responding. I mean, he chatted with me two days on Grindr, but it was just today that he said he wanted to show up and be my boy all night. I mean, I'll roll the dice on it occasionally.  I'm fiddling with lights, and I take a short video of how I set up my space. Toys on one side, drinks on the other, lighting, towels, sex enhancing poppers and some THC. And my preference of porn playing on the video screen. If I'm playing with a guy who is OK with it, I'll put the video that I'm taking, up on the screen. It's surreal, watching the screen like we ourselves are the porn we are fucking to. It's very meta.  The boy flakes. Whomp-whomp. NEXT... there are almost certainly men here who will pay...

 This... is kind of an experiment.  This is a series of videos that I haven't written the story of yet. They kind of tell most of the story. I'll write a post later. But the stuff I really want to say, I'm saying aloud in the video.  Today in Advanced Buggery, class, we're going to skip reading the chapter, and watch a filmstrip. Did y'all have filmstrips? Like, they came in little plastic tube boxes, and the teacher had to wind them into the machine on little cog wheels, and sometimes the FANCY ones advanced themselves with a beep, but a lot of them didn't have the beep, and either the teacher ran it, advancing every beep, or some suck-up ran it. I may have run it a time or two. I was good at school; I leaned hard into anybody related to learning, because if I was having a conversation with a teacher until it was time to dash to class, I was much less likely to get bullied. Plus, they were often either full of fascinating information that was just too much deta...

  Um, Wow. That... was a night.  I arrive just before six, they don't have any of the rooms I really prefer, but 201 will do... I like how the mirrors make it bright and reflect the colored lights as well as the action. I pick a slightly magenta pink, and a warm golden yellow. The yellow's better to see by.  I start the lap through, and I see a couple of guys who might be fun to play with - especially Mickey Moist  I'm having a chat conversation with the second guy I'll eventually fuck on this night... so THAT is the context of the conversation. When I say things like "I hit him a lot more than I hit you; he seemed to really relish it" I'm directing the conversation TO the guy with the curly hair and the REALLY pretty blue-eyed smile. He's a cutie. ANYWAY. Dickstracted again. So, I walk through the building; I usually do a counter-clockwise path through the place, moving just fast enough that I am pretty sure I've seen the vast majority, if not all...

  I've been in a mood. I decide to make it a wild debauch of a night - and, as so often happens, plans went somewhat awry - but worked out well in the end.  There's a buddy of mine that Husband and I played with together a few years ago; he's a hot pig, and I'm looking forward to violating both ends of him until he's squelching as he walks. He and I chat along, and he sends me a message asking what his "mission" is - I tell him his mission is to show up, take it in the throat and the ass hard, and milk the jizz out of as many guys as his talented holes can manage. He signs off - he can't have any of his social apps on during the day - and I just figure I'll see him when he can make it. There's another hot otter boy who's been chatting with me, and I'm particularly looking forward to playing with him - he and I align on a lot of kinky preferences - but then, with no explanation, I find that he's blocked me on both Sniffies and SMS. A...