4AM Frolic but no kissing? WTF

There are times when I let myself go. That is to say, I break rules I impose on myself. I am DJ among other things in NYC. I work in sex clubs in NYC, two in specific, providing music to relax, seduce, excite, and ultimately fuck to for gay men on the prowl. The environments I play in are in basements or hidden back rooms of long forgotten buildings who’s facades masque the inside activity. I love my job. It is a thrill to watch men become hungry animals for sexual satisfaction. A surprising find in those environments is how many brilliant and intelligent men participate in this roman style sexual feasts. Brilliant minds that push the limit of thought can also push the limits of sexual exploration. I don’t play at these parties. I keep my cock in my pocket so I can focus on the music, making sure no one passes out on drugs ranging form any letter of the alphabet, being sure no barebacking is going on, and in general stabilizing an environment where men are safe to fuck to the limit of their bodies. I broke a rule last Saturday choosing to explore with a boy who looked like walking sex. Even the way he smoked his fag was erotic. A stud fucker with a dick for days, and ass to worship, and musculature that looked as though it just walked off the rugby field. For and hour and 30 minuits I said, “Fuck it”, to my job responsibilities as we explored and licked every part of each others bodies. We were like too slugs mating. I couldn’t tell where I began and he ended. It was heaven…except for the fact he didn’t kiss. I am always shocked when I encounter people who don’t kiss. This guy sucked the cum off the end of my dick and let my bury my face where ever I wanted but kissing was not allowed. Regardless I walked away from that encounter so alive. It had been ages since I had sex with a man where I didn’t feel all my blood and essences had been sucked out of me. He actually filled me. I am grateful for that. OH… the thong in this shot from some strip club on Christopher Street in the Village, is what I wore to work under my tack suit. I wore something else during the actually party; a gun metal bikini with an enhancing strap. These shots show I was out to play and have fun that night. At 4am somewhere in Brooklyn last Saturday that is precisely what I did. -DJBakelite