Heart Full Of Black

Jersey vs. Long Island

Avah vs. Wendy, in a dick sucking contest to stand the test of time.

Ah yes, the throw down post! The one everyone seems to want to read.

Now honesty, while fun, the Blow Job Throw Down, or, the Blowdown, if you will was more of an endurance thing than a sexy thing.

In one hour, I sucked 19 dicks. 19 dicks. Two minutes each.

Jefferson acted as our ‘Barker’ calling all the men over, throwing out facts about New Jersey and Long Island. He enforced the rules, which were simple. Two men sat in chairs, which someone thankfully placed cushions in front of. They were blindfolded. They were not allowed to touch us, and we were not allowed to speak, in an attempt to keep the men from knowing who was who.

I, of course, had trouble with the not speaking part.

Miss Jo was our time and score keeper.

Match was sweet enough to work as our fluffer, prepping the willing men for us.

We started with a bang – Sammy, pushing his way to the front of the crowd, hollering “The line starts behind me! I’m up first!”

Apparently, Sammy likes head. Betty, his girlfriend, was kind enough to hold my glasses during the throw down. God forbid they break, since I can’t see with out them.

On the upside, I couldn’t see with out them. I couldn’t see who I was blowing, between the dark, the lack of glasses, and the rapid parade. I spent a lot of time the next day, whenever I talked to a man, and a few women ‘Did I suck your dick?’.

Shit, I still have to ask. I’ve met a few camp people around NYC. Its slightly embarrassing but mostly really funny. Its also a great icebreaker!

Half an hour into it, I was already wishing it were over. It was uncomfortably cold outside. My knees were hurting, despite the padding. My mouth was starting to get dry. I was also rather frustrated. Because of the cold, many of the men were not erect when they got to us.

Not only did I have to get out all my skills and tricks in two minutes, I had to get these guys up first? Oye.

Now, this is nothing against Match’s fluffing skills – those were awesome. But not all men want another man’s mouth on their dick. I’m not sure why, because all I want in life is to see a man with another man’s dick in his mouth, at all times.

I’d love to wake up to that every day. Ahh, one day I’ll have two hot bisexual boyfriends and a king sized bed. But I digress.

So, I’ve got several mouthfuls of dick. Some of it isn’t even bio dick! I’d never sucked off a strap on before, and had not made it to the Sucking Non Bio Dick class. I did get one of the ladies votes though – and I think that says lots for both Avah and I! Half the fun for having your strap on sucked is watching someone suck it – we were working blind, on sensation alone.

But we soldiered on.

Finally, FINALLY we were up to our last pair of dicks, belonging to Match and Marcus.

This was extra fun, despite them being the last two after an hour of dick sucking. They were our friends and our cabin mates, and Avah and I rather fancied them. I’m sure we put in some more effort for the two of them. (Ok, I know I did)

But alas, I know I wasn’t up to my usual skill levels. I was tired. My throat hurt. My jaw hurt. My lips were going numb…and after Marcus, my last dick of the Blowdown, slid out of my mouth for the last time, I threw up a little bit underneath the chair.

He announced that we both gave head like girls.

I’m looking forward to his next camp class – how to give head like a guy.

It was rough. I gratefully wolfed down the chocolate someone gave me, and finished off my bottle of water, as Miss Jo tallied up the votes.

(I noticed something – at camp, water bottles seemed to multiply in my bag – I’d start the day with one, and wind up with three or four by dinner, none of them empty)

Sadly, for me, Avah of New Jersey was the clear winner.

Bitch.

I’m not bitter.

Heh. Its all good. We had fun. It was quite an endurance challenge.

Soon after, the crowd dispersed, and Avah and I went our own ways. I learned later, she went off to the Brothel. I however, had a bag full of twizzlers and a date to beat Desire with them in the Dungeon.

First, I had to pee. Desire waited for me outside, and when I got out, I found her giving Hunter what may have been the hottest blowjob I’ve ever seen, outside on the porch of the Sex-O-Rama.

Desire was sitting on a chair, which left uber tall Hunter’s dick just slightly above her mouth. He was leaning over her, his hands on the wall, pumping away.

It was hot. Very hot. Very amusing, too. Here they were, having this amazingly hot moment, yet people were still walking by, going about their business, occasionally stopping to watch. It was good camp times. :)

When they were finished, Desire and I set off to find the Dungeon, for her twizzler beating.

However, it was dark, we couldn’t find a taxi, and we didn’t have a map. We got lost in the grass. Eventually, we gave up,and headed back to our cabin, where, after some talking, we decided to see if Desire,with her tiny hands, could fist me.

See, I’m real nervous about getting fisted. Peoples hands scared, me, but Desire’s were tiny, and she knew what she was doing.

We crawled under the covers of me and Avah’s bed. We figured she wouldn’t mind. When she got back, she wound up getting cozy with, and then getting reamed by, Match. Lucky bitch.

Now, Desire and I got down to business, what with the making out, the rubbing groping good ole time girlsex.

Then, we started with the fingers. We were up to three, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself, when someone lifted up the blanket to see what was going on.

“Room for one more?” Ah, it was the cabin asshat. Who else would be so rude?

Desire growed at him “Girls only!” and tugged the blanket back down.

We got back down to business. However, after that interruption, and knowing and hearing so many other people around, I started to get tense, and get performance anxiety. While Desire did manage to get about 95% of her hand inside of me, I was entirely too tense to enjoy it properly.

I’m looking forward to trying again, because it was feeling very nice, and it totaly didn’t hurt. It felt stretchy, and full and nice.

After cleaning up, and relaxing, I got to work Desire over.

God do I love getting my fingers in the ass of a pretty girl, while getting her off.

Camp is awesome.

Now, I will makea confession.

After all this, I borrowed Avah’s flip flops, to go outside with Desire and Prince for a smoke. I couldn’t find my own flip flops, and my other shoes were wet. Somehow, her flip flops got lost after I took them off. Sorry darlin!

(And let me take a moment to say Mmmm…..Prince. What a pretty boy. Very skinny, very pretty face, androgynous features and blonde hair. Lots of awesome ink and piercings.

I realy could not tell at first if he was a boy or a girl. ‘Course, for me, that doesn’t matter much. ^_^ We had quite the sexy fun time down in D.C., after camp. That story is coming soon.)

After our smokes, and some quick chat outside in the freezing night, we hurried inside to hunker down under the covers. Desire and I slept in me and Avah’s bed, as she curled up with Match. Desire and I asked Prince to join up, but he had other sleeping arrangements. Damnit.

Desire and I cuddled under the covers, and fell asleep.

And thus ended my second night at Sex Camp.

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