Porn on the Fourth of July

It was Fourth of July weekend and someone needed to be liberated -- first in the form of flogging, and then later in the form of running in tandem naked through Prospect Park.

I had invited a very cute young looking Latin guy (delicious caramel skin, bright blue eyes -- love that combination -- and an amazing ass) to the first-Saturday-of-the-month party.
He bursts with youthful energy and oozes sexiness. And he showed up! We have talked about it for over a year and we've always had a certain amount of sexual tension between us, but I came to believe he was just a cock tease, wanting to be desired, without any intention of ever following through.

And here he was at my party, ready for... something ... and I wasn't there. And least not downstairs in the play area.
I guess he wasn't feeling the crowd, so he left early and I caught him on his way out:

Leaving? No, you can't leave! You came all the way out to Brooklyn, you can't go already!
I invited him back into the basement with me to just hang out. No pressure! (Was he even interested in hanging out with me in a sexual environment?)

But he insisted on leaving. Or at least not going back downstairs!
I touched his ass to encourage him to stay, still he declined. Just touching his ass though gave me a hardon, so I directed his hand to my crotch. He happily grabbed it, but still didn't want to re-join the party.

How about if we go upstairs? I have something I want to do...
And there's another friend coming that you will likely be very attracted to...
He took the bait!

So I brought him to my private lair upstairs on the second floor and asked him to lay down on the couch in the living room -- on his stomach. I told him I was going to give him "a form of massage." And then I went into my bedroom and brought back The Flogger!
The Flogger is a whip of sorts, made of soft deer skin leather. The braided handle is about 8 inches long and the whip part is comprised of just over 50 strips of soft leather that are 16 inches long and a half inch wide -- each strip is black on one side and purple on the other. And incredibly soft.
The thing is, it doesn't hurt when you get hit with it (unless you're whipping as hard as you can!) It's more like a hard pillow fight, perhaps similar to monks' self flagellation creating ecstatic states or the thrashing of oak or birch leaves at a Russian Bath House.

Whatever it resembles, my young sexy cock teaser was open to trying.
As his head was face down in a pillow on the couch, I began!
I stood on the side of the over-sized moss green davenport with lots of room to swing the flogger. The first strike hit one side of his upper back.
He immediately liked the feeling. The noise it made was misleading though; it sounded worse than it felt.
After striking the upper side of his back, I dragged the strips across his body and head and then pulled back up and struck the other side of his upper back.

It wasn't long before I got a rhythm going, hitting one shoulder, dragging the whip over his body and then hitting the other shoulder. Then I decided I needed to give his amazing bubbly ass some attention! I asked first and he was eager to give it a try, so I twisted my body around and did to his ass what I was doing to his upper torso. Dragging the strips between his legs, across his body and over his head and then whipping it across his rounded ass. It was a full body experience.

After doing this for about ten minutes and really putting my guest into a relaxed state, I noticed a shadow passed by. Was someone there? Low and behold, hiding in a shadow against the wall behind us, was the Latin guy I power-topped for 90 minutes at the last LGBT party (when I performed in drag)! He was there to join in -- as planned.

I asked the Flog Boy how he felt about someone joining us.
He was into it.
Oh --- and by the way; he's already here in the room with us!
Flog Boy was startled but totally got into it once he saw how hot and muscly the Latin guy was.

So I flogged for a bit more and asked about stripping down. Before long, all three of us were naked and Latin Muscles was sucking Flog Boy's cock.

Suddenly we were interrupted and my presence was required downstairs.
Oh fuck -- that's right -- I have a party to run!
Apparently someone didn't want to take off their pants and was walking around clothed, against the rules. He said he had burn scars on his legs and was too embarassed to take his pants off. I offered him a Union Suit (underwear that covers the legs and arms, usually used during the winter.) He declined and went home, leaving his friends to fend for themselves.
Situation dealt with.
Now, back upstairs.

When I returned Latin Muscle was eating Flog Boy's ass. I was jealous!
After a while it became clear Flog Boy didn't want to fuck or get fucked or suck anyone. Latin Muscle grew bored and went downstairs to join in the party. I would be down their shortly...

Alone again with the caramel skinned blue eyed cock tease, I asked Flog Boy if I could eat his ass. He was up for it, but only if I was good(!), because we was getting tired and wanted to go home.

And so I ate his ass. And ate and ate and ate.
He said it was good, which was evident from his moaning, which turned me on even more! I went on for quite some time -- as is usual in situations like this. I was in heaven!

I have to admit, I don't even remember if he came. But something must've happened for it all to come to an end, for him to leave and for me to join Latin Muscle at the party.

Overall I was glad to eat the ass of someone I've lusted after for about two years -- when I first met him working the door at a party in the East Village. That club no longer exists but he certainly left an indelible mark! And I got to finally make a fantasy come true. Maybe next time -- if there is one -- he'll let me fuck his bubble butt.

With Flog Boy out the door, it was now time to join Latin Muscle. He was already into the party being a pig, squatting down on the floor, sucking a big dick. I watched. And on occasion interacted. But feeling I had already experienced my highlight of the night -- fulfilling a long standing fantasy, I was more than happy to be a voyeur, and I ended up shooting my load for the night all over Latin Muscle's face as he deep throated a bisexual guy's big dick.

As planned, Latin Muscle spent the night, the next day being the Fourth of July. We spent the entire day together, a large part of it just lounging and chatting, doing some more flogging and getting to know each other better. We even had a fucking session that ended with lots of bite marks and hickies on Latin Muscle's upper back. How did that happen?! :-)

After watching the Macy's Fireworks on tv (we tried to see them from our Brooklyn rooftop, but the Manhattan Skyline blocked our view) it seemed like the right time to go to Prospect Park. It was balmy out and about 10:30pm. When did the Park close? I heard there was a cruisy area called the "Vale of Cashmere," but there'd been a gay murder there in the past and in 2000 four gay men were attacked over a period of two weeks by someone dressed as a ninja!
Was it even safe to be going there at night?

Latin Muscle hadn't heard those stories, though, and there's always strength in numbers -- unless our "number two" met up with a "gang of five" teenagers out looking for trouble on the Fourth. I crossed my fingers as Latin Muscle proceeded in blissful ignorance.

He had only one thing on his mind: to be naked in nature. And dammit if he didn't strip down completely as soon as we were in a secluded area. I happily joined in, always aware of potential police cruisers on adjacent roadways or any light colored lumps in the landscape that might turn out to be people. It was that dark.

After getting rimmed aggressively by Latin Muscle on one of the many paths we traversed, we finally made it to the Park's biggest waterfall.
Were we even near the Vale of Cashmere? Who knows, but L.M. stuck out his ass and demanded to be fucked. I felt the area was too well lit and recommended a more shadowed area. He didn't want to do it at my location... or maybe I chickened out.
Point: we didn't fuck in Prospect Park. But he did eat my ass and we ran around naked a lot and encountered only one person (uneventfully) on the paths in our state of undress. We even saw a raccoon. It was an exhilarating experience. Equals parts scary and liberating!
And clearly something best done with a partner.

It was a nice way to end a holiday weekend that was full of flogging and aggressive sex: by watching fireworks in the sky and getting naked in the woods!

And I think I haven't seen the last of hombre latino del músculo!