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🕑 Added 2023-10-29 16:11:33 +0000 UTC Dress for the job you want (blow job) It’s been a glorious fucking weekend. Friday night I went to a big warehouse dance party. I don’t do that often— I’m very much a morning person and I don’t connect with a lot of electronic music, but it was an opportunity to dress up, it was near my house, and a lot of my friends were going to be there. The party was a lot of different spaces— some outdoors, some upstairs, one with a live band, one serving dumplings, project light shows on the side of a building, carnival games, a runway with an announcer for you to show off your look for the night. A friend was involved in putting together the room thrown by a gay men’s group I know (they had my favorite music). We connected on the dance floor a few times over the night, and by 1AM it was the right moment. We’d said hi to everyone we were trying to connect with, the event was running on its own feedback loop of social energy, and we could sloppily make out in the crowd. His strong tongue in my mouth, my hand on his veiny forearm, his giant cock hardening and bulging out of his tiny red underwear. I knew how big it was— we’ve fucked hard and intense at my place several times— but I forgot what a beautiful penis it is. Smooth, with a uniform thickness and hanging slightly to the left, with a very pronounced ridge on the underside. “I would love to have this in my throat in front of all these people,” I said. “It wouldn’t be the first time.” His cock is in the back of my throat and I’m on my knees on the dancefloor, people around us noticing, appreciative, but not shocked— we’ve all done it before. His lengthy cock is just flexible enough for him to push to the base and hold my head in place with his hands. I work my tongue back and forth, focusing on milking the head with the back of my tongue and my throat. I hear later from friends that the faces he makes are incredible— alternating rapture and locking eyes with friends like, “Can you believe this?” After a few minutes, we break for air, water, cool down. We separate. I know I’ll see him later, and the vibe isn’t quite right for us to go further yet. I visit other dance floors, I people watch from a picnic table outside. I flirt with two sexy nuns at a prayer kneeler brandishing a dildo and reading from a Bible. I dance to the live band, I have some deep talks in a curtained, cushioned parlor, and I find my friend again just as I discover the back room. He’s stroking his cock and running his finger over the hole of a bent-over man. I pull a small bottle from my pocket and offer them lube (I never leave home without it). “We were just at the point that we needed that.” I stay to watch, but pull down my pants and bend over next to them. My friend enters this new person— boyish, younger, soft. I put a hand on his shoulder and we tell him how good he’s doing as his hole opens to its first cock tonight. My friend is taking gentle strokes but looking at me and fingering my hole. I can tell where he really wants to be. And soon, he is. He pulls out of the new man, thanks him, and steps behind me. I lock eyes with someone sitting across from me as my friend enters me. It’s a big cock, but I’ve been practicing lately, and he slips all the way in with no resistance. The eyes of the man I’m looking at narrow as he says hungry, filthy things to me while my friend increases the power and pace of his thrusts. On the next cushion, a mutual friend in a harness is being fucked on his back by a handsome man who looks just like him. In the corner a fit bald man is piledriving a topless woman with her skirt pulled up. On the spot lit bed in the middle of the room, an immaculate scruffy otter shows off his cute butt getting spanked while on the phone with a friend somewhere else in the building— “OK, Brian, where ARE you?” My friend pulls out, not ready to cum yet and out of breath from the activity. A few guys have gathered to watch and are stroking their cocks. One I’d talked to earlier in the night— turns out he enjoys my videos. He and a man who is maybe his partner take turns edging their cocks in my hole, telling me what a good slut I am showing off for the crowd, stroking men who come to look and directing their cocks towards my mouth. No one’s ready to cum yet— there’s still a lot more night to go and there’s a lot more to this party than the sex. I zip my pants back up, wipe the lube off my hands, and walk back out to the dance floor.
