Tonight, I went to listen to and perform poetry. A sexy poetry friend meeting me at the venue. Coming in from out of town. I did my set, collected my fee and told him to follow me to my house nearby and we would then drive together to the country where an artist party was happening.
The parties are a semi-regular thing. Every month or so, I attend and it’s always a blast. The people are chill and good hearted, good natured. You can leave your wallet out on the chair and no one will touch it at a party with a hundred people. It’s that kind of party.
This party was science themed. A whole bunch of “experiments” set up around the vast grounds. Different installations of art and science in a beautiful blend. At one corner of the mowed yard, a vast field beyond, three old tvs sat on top of each other in a triangle. One playing retro Alf episodes on VHS. Another hooked up to a mini Nintendo to play video games, and the third just buzzing with static by the time I got there. Previously playing some retro show. Different figurines and weird statues adorned the display.
The DJ booth to the left, surrounded by fairy lights, and further left of that a table with a large television on it, projecting a microscope of pond water, the crab-like and worm-like microscopic creatures swimming around in the sample. Sitting around the microscope were other samples. Butterflies under glass. Different bugs. Magnifying glasses. Beakers.
Beside the microscope, my friend Ro stopped me for a gigantic bear hug before roping me into their experiment. First up demographic details. Your chosen name. Two key facts about you. The answer to “are you currently high?” And what you think your pain tolerance would be. For “science”. The answers a bunch of funny made-up hilarity, part of the living art/science project these parties always are.
Next the actual experiment. A Dr. Ho’s TENS machine hooked up to your abdomen and going in increasing strength. I easily went to the highest, barely feeling the supposed “pain”, laughing a little that this was supposed to hurt. I later learned all those who have experienced menstruation seemed to get to the highest setting, while those with penises were generally barely able to get past level 2. Science!
Besides that experiment was a giant blow-up dinosaur and a bunch of dino stuff, followed by the snacks table, and the fire pit surrounded by chairs. We settled into a nice set of lawn chairs by the back of the dance floor, and smoked a few joints, him regularly brushing my hand or arm while he talked. We had fucked one time before, and the tension had been building all night. He danced in front of me, krumping and popping to some sick house beats.
I finally suggested we go back home to fuck. He heartily agreed. We chatted about the world and other things the whole ride home, and when we finally arrived at my apartment, we quickly came inside and he started to unbutton his pants. His smooth cock, already a familiar memory I wanted to repeat, I kneel down in front of him to take down his boxers.
His cock is already half hard, so I take the tip in my mouth. Just a little a first, with light pressure. Then deeper and deeper, stronger pressure, more suction. Less suction. More saliva. He’s fully enveloped in my mouth. I worship his beautiful cock for some time, before grabbing a condom and climbing on top of him. I ride him, my breasts in his face, then he pushes me to the side and fucks me hard doggy. He cums quickly, but is ready again immediately. Not a small feat for a 45 year old man.
I eagerly await our round two.
Have you ever had one of those nights where the chemistry was impossible to ignore?
If you know someone who would appreciate a little science, poetry, chemistry, and bad decision-making, restack or share this with them. 🖤
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