At the Wet Spot, a kind of sex club / co-op in Seattle, somebody decided to hold an ‘erotic drum circle’. The organizer only planned for the drumming part; there were no plans for the erotic part, but since it was going to he at the Wet Spot, I assume he figured that something erotic could manifest on its own.
And that’s basically what happened. I started by joining the group drumming. Then a few minutes later, I recognized that I had my chance to fulfill a fantasy of doing myself surrounded by drummers. It feels unbelievably hot to even say this, some time later, looking back. So, I left the drum circle for a little while, stripped down to my long underwear, a bandanna tied over my hair, and some light colored sunglasses. I got a little bowl of lube and a certain penetration toy that I use, came back and sat down in the middle of the circle.
In a sense, I had to seduce myself to do something so bold as to masturbate in front of all these people, particularly being the only one. So I went one step at a time. I removed my bottoms and experienced being seen. Then I coated my penetration toy with lube, I slowly massaged some into my ass, making sure it was really obvious what I was doing, and in the midst of perhaps 12 drummers, men and women who were weaving a pattern of rhythms on a Sunday evening, I penetrated my ass.
Ass penetration makes drinking my semen hotter. It makes me want to drink my semen. I don’t know if anyone can understand this, but that’s the connection. I am more turned on and also my prostate is massaged by the fucking, and rings with orgasm and surrender for a long time before my delicately ascended climax. I like to drink my semen, but I think more than I like it, I like to be seen in the space of needing to do so. I like to admit the desire and I like people to know how I feel and that I do it. A lot of people have seen, mostly just once. I like to show people for the first time. However there have been a few women where our the basis of our erotic relationship was about me drinking my self. A semen drinking ritual. Okay. I’ve done it in front of men one-on-one too. But only twice.
I had this in mind to do before the group I was now in, fucking my ass. I fucked my ass a lot in that evening; and I showed people, openly and vividly. I did it on my back, kneeling up with my erection clearly visible, and when I got really brave and fucked myself standing up as the drums played. I turned toward the different people and made eye contact with them.
There were men and women. They ranged from a seductive young woman in her 20s, from Germany; to an older man of about 60 who I took especial pleasure in showing my pleasure. There was an older woman with magnificent, long gray hair. There were a few young men, drumming with hot rhythms. I made eye contact with everyone.
I surrendered to being seen and it felt so good. I moved to pleasuring my cock. I was hard and long and I even moaned as I stroked myself, daring even to moan making eye contact at the same time. It was one of those things where, well, I am here; I am going to go for it. I removed my bandanna and glasses to be more open and then my shirt and I was completely naked, with about a dozen people watching, experiencing some of the most exquisite pleasure.
So this went on for an hour. There was like a halftime break, like soda and doritos break, and I disappeared into a different room, a room designed for sexual encounters, and there was a floor length mirror. I sat in front of it and, looking at my face, I masturbated. This was in a room next to the bathroom, so people could come by and look at me.
I cannot tell you how good it felt to just sit there and masturbate absolutely out in the open. People could watch, they could ignore me, I could just make myself feel good and have the emotional satisfaction of doing so.
Then I walked, with my hardon sticking out, back to the circle, where I sat down in front off the woman with long gray hair and asked her if I could talk to her for a while. She said yes. Symbolically I can see where this was a ritual of masturbating in front of my mother, and the older guy of masturbating in front of my father.
So I sat there and asked her about what she was experiencing and she asked me the same thing and then I was masturbating to her, sitting at her feet, looking at her eyes. Such compassionate eyes. I think we exchanged at the depth of women, I have yearned for that look in her eyes. I rode the edge of climax in a death defying way. I moaned and moaned directly into her face.
The drumming resumed. As the second part went forward, I began to think about the ways I might want to climax. And, as I fucked my hand and fucked my ass with the other hand, sometimes looking into the sweet, fresh face of a young blonde girl whose blouse draped over her breasts, or a man I was sure was straight and I pushed open his door and revealed my pleasure, I thought of the possibilities.
Here is the climax I wanted. I would kneel up, fucked, and stroke my cock that reached in front of me. And then, I would orgasm looking into the face of the person I chose. The german girl was a given, if she would look at me, and she had a way of avoiding my eyes. Then I would cum into my hand, in full view so good so good, and approach someone and kneel in front of them and raise my semen to my nose and smell it slowly. I would take in the scent and essence of my semen in front of them.
I would do this before each in turn, looking into their eyes and saying, “I love you” to myself by name. I would not only admit but demonstrate this most delicate act of smelling my semen openly. Then in the moment that feels appropriate I would drink, I would choose him or her to face that moment and look deeply into human eyes releasing me, pumping the small ocean I embody, wetting my face with what was left in my hands, and facing them.
In the center of the circle with my head toward the feet of some unknown souls.
Somehow I ended up on my back. Laying flat on the floor, eyes closed, penetrated, hands at my side, taking a moment’s rest and then the ripples of energy started. In a flash I recognized the sweet pulses as kundilini and then submitted myself to the wave, floating still and tossed freely.
When I came to consciousness I was covered with semen that I didn’t even feel myself express. They saw me lay there and ripple and spurt on myself.