Burning Man: The Experience Explained
Derek realized he was too old for this crazy scene.
At his age, he should've been relaxing with friends, enjoying life, instead of enduring continuous loud party music deep in the Nevada desert. Struggling to make ends meet, his hair was turning grey, and he felt out of place among the tanned crowd of fit youngsters with chest hair.
Why on Earth had he chosen to come to Burning Man?
Who thinks this is a good time to come here? It was him who made the terrible decision, he thought, hating himself for it.
Gathering his courage, Derek stood and stretched, feeling the ache in his back and stiffness in his limbs.
The campsite was mostly empty, with only a few remaining drug users and losers like himself left.
This wouldn't be a problem with a long line of people needing to use the porta potties.
Walking over, he noticed a solitary figure by a fire. The stranger was a trendy hipster-looking person with a multitude of piercings and unhealthily thin. He was not unattractive, though, which increased Derek's curiosity as to why they were attending Burning Man with all the scantily clad partygoers.
So he struck up a conversation, mentioning his sunburn.
"You all right?" the hippie called out.
Derek slowed, admiring the rainbow-colored hair and piercings on the hippy. They seemed like a city youth pretty far gone on drugs.
"Just a bit sunburnt," he replied, trying to hide his excitement.
Laughing, the rainbow-haired man said uproariously, "I feel ya." Looking back to his tent, he declared, "I've been stuck in there all day because of the sunburn. Those sunscreen companies must be lying about their SPF!"
Corporations, huh? thought Derek, expecting the usual social justice lecture that goes with it.
Trying to move away, he enthused, "Well, I guess I should go."
"Why don't I come with you?" the hippie asked, bouncing to his feet, as if eager to hook up.
Derek's eyes widened in shock as the rainbow hippie winked and got closer, moving his hands over Derek's belt and pants, pulling them down.
This wasn't a midlife crisis, he thought. Should he? His instincts took over, forcing him against the shed-like porta potty that shook violently as he leaned back.
The rainbow hippie began to unzip his pants, smiling like the devil as he glanced at Derek's crotch.
"UWU, something special for me?" they asked mischievously, giving him a playful smirk. "Is Sir here showing an appreciation for...future gen..."
Derek blinked. "What?"
Before he realized it, he was pinned against the potty, the rainbow-haired stranger forcing himself onto him, utterly lacking interest for small talk or foreplay. Derek's muscles tightened, his restroom trip becoming a night of debauchery.
How can this rebellion against suits and rules be this quickly transformed into a moment of passion?
I guess Burning Man is more than just about partying, he decided. It's also for having a bit of fun.
As the clock ticked the minutes away, Derek gasped under his lover's touch.
He was surprised to find such excitement amidst this desolate environment, feeling his body unleash its hidden potential. These are people who reject the norm, living their lives on their own terms. Swallowing his pride, he braved the passions the night offered.
His hand moved over the rainbow-haired boy's shoulder, meeting his gaze as their lips met. "I thought you didn't want to play?"
The hippie's face grew serious, his dead eyes quickly gaining life under the soft, yellow glow of the fires: "I want to party, letting loose, rebelling against today's norms."
Forgetting the troubles of life, he was now lost for words, eyes lighting up with newfound vigor. "Now I'm in it."
In a flash, the soft laughter and awkward grin faded, replaced by sudden, fervent passion.
The little rainbow demon was a vegetarian enamored with carnal pleasures before the sun officially set, relentless in his dedication and passion.
Should he fight?
Wasn't this just what Burning Man was all about: a blatant rejection of order and everyday life, choosing live for the moment and pleasure?
Derek bore into the early evening sun, filled with the desire of freedom's wicked kiss, and giving in to the fluttering heart and lustful offering, the romantic spirit of the night.
But what would be the result of this whim? This moment of pleasure could have been more, what was it about life after the party, the consequences?
He couldn't care more. He could not think twice.
He was here to erase the middle age blues, all born in the wild night.
Derek, you certainly look ancient, the teen teased, tugging at the hem of your boxers and slowly pulling them down. He didn't give you a chance to be modest and revealed his erection as it sprang up in the open air. "Do you think you're old enough to be my father, sir?"
Derek shivered. He didn't desire to contemplate that at the moment. "I certainly hope not." The boy smirked. "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"
The boy leaned towards his erection and started licking it, going slowly up to the tip. Without saying another word, he began to suck on it, bobbing his head up and down while keeping intense eye contact with Derek. "You can consider me as old as you want me to be," the boy replied, speaking around his blowjob.
Derek breathed heavily. "Okay, how old is that exactly?"
The boy grinned like a Cheshire cat, "Whatever age you want me to be."
The kid stopped, not missing a beat. He proceeded to engulf Derek's erection with his lips, taking his shaft into his mouth. Once comfortable, he vigorously moved his hips back and forth and intensely winked at Derek, disregarding Derek's question. Instead, he continued to tease Derek. "If it makes you feel better, I am absolutely of legal age."
"Good," Derek said uneasily. "But if you're not..."
"If I'm offending you, I'm exactly a teenage temptress," the kid taunted.
Derek was at the verge of sighing in relief but the kid kept talking. "But if it bothers you... I'm an underage seductress."
"Fuck you," Derek said annoyedly.
The kid snorted. "I'm almost there."
The kid shut up and focused on the task at hand, taking Derek's cock in his mouth. Gently, he moved his head back and forth, cradling his pussy lips around Derek's cock. He swirled his tongue around Derek's shaft as he played with it, displaying a blatant show of passion.
Suddenly Derek stopped caring about this kid's age. He stopped caring about a multitude of things, filling him with a range of pleasure. Any previous thoughts about his age or sunburn or pain disappeared.
Derek's hand traveled down to the head of the kid's hair, grabbing a fistful of their extensions. He pushed down on the child's scalp, holding his head in position as he began to thrust into the boy's mouth.
The kid uncaringly accommodated to Derek's actions. He rolled his eyes up and stared at Derek with large, painted eyes fit to make men crazy. Derek would've considered this boy for a handjob in his office.
Reality set in. It was strange to experience sexual acts in person than through mere fantasy.
"Dirty little slut," Derek gasped.
The kid flashed a toothy grin as though it was meant to be a compliment.
Wanting to continue his pleasure, Derek grasped the kid's silky locks and relentlessly thrust into the boy's mouth, slamming his dick between the boy's plump lips. He noticeably saw a brilliant color of purple lipstick painted around his shaft.
His dick pushed aggressively against the boy's face without resistance. The boy didn't flinch as he received Derek, supporting himself with a weak grip on Derek's jeans.
The kid's noises were only symbolic of his experience with tolerating pleasure.
Drool started dribbling from his nose, but he persevered in giving Derek his oral services. A rush of tears ran down his face as his makeup slowly flaked off, creating a grotesque image.
Derek sat back. "How are you doing, son?"
The kid coughed violently through his nasal mucus and the slime that pooled in his mouth. It took some time for him to catch his breath before he managed to nod. "I'm all right," the kid whispered softly. His eyelashes blinked slowly as he removed his gaze from Derek's, tasting the remnants of Derek's cock on his lips. "Would you please put it inside of me, sir?"
"Should I do this?" Derek questioned.
The youngster nodded rapidly.
Derek yearned to. He truly desired to. However, he knew he could make it even more pleasurable for himself. Thus, he angled his erection to one side and smacked it against the youth's face, hitting them twice in quick succession.
"Ask for it," Derek panted.
The youngster whimpered and looked up with those especially forlorn eyes. They were simply more appealing with the smeared makeup and fresh tears.
It was almost as if he was denying a puppy, which somewhat lessened Derek's heart. Still, it only partially achieved its goal, as the edge of sadism lingered at the margins of his personality.
The youngster nuzzled their cheek into Derek's erection and spread their stickiness across their skin, staining them with his pre-cum and their leftover spittle. Whilst engaging them with those incredibly sorrowful eyes, the youngster mumbled, "Please Daddy, can you please..."
"Yes!" Derek cried out. "I've had enough of that."
The youth snickered and fluttered their lashes. It appeared that they only had two emotions: a brainless slut and an absolute brat. Although disturbing, it eased Derek's conscience about taking advantage of the youngster in the first place.
Derek leaned back against the wall, watching as the youth began to sprinkle kisses on his erection. They were graceful, draping one kiss after another upon him as they worked their way up from the base to the tip once more. Each caress elicited a fresh jolt through Derek's form, causing his throbbing erection to twitch and a deep groan to escape him.
Once at the tip, the youth stepped back a little. "I never get to play with uncut men. Are you from Canada or something?"
"I just got lucky," Derek remarked.
The youth then daintily circled their tongue over the tip, causing Derek to gasp. Each time he touched the tip, he tensed, clutching the wall for support. His body shuddered from the brutal stimulation surging through it.
Derek only touched the back of the youth's head, letting his hand rest there without taking advantage. Instead, it was the closest he'd gotten to gently petting them - treating them like the adorable pup that they were.
"You should slap me," the youth whispered as they pulled away slightly.
Derek snorted but complied, yanking them away by their hair. He observed the youth for a moment, lingering on their pained grimace before lashing out and hitting them across the face. His hand made a loud impact against theirs. "Like that?"
How depraved was that? It was both unsettling yet captivating, feeling so incredible to do something like that. Yet, the most enticing part was the newfound tears welling up in the youth's already chaotic eyes.
"Y-yes," the youth mumbled.
Derek then pushed them closer, being forced back down on his member. The feelings of longing boiled within him as his need became increasingly consuming. No longer just an ephemeral thought, it became a torrent of desire.
He humped his waist against theirs with a beastly appetite, propelling his member inside their mouth. With each movement of his pelvis slamming against a sucking mouth, an enfleshed orchestra of decadence echoed around them. The only noise beyond that was the guttural rumbling from the youth, producing note after note of desperate, taxing, erotic fornication.
Filled with a fervent need to ravage this youth's gag reflex, Derek slaughtered their accelerated choking attempts with a forceful thrusting motion. "Choke on Daddy's cock, you little whore."
Was it sexy? He fervently hoped so.
The fire within his belly increased, presenting itself as an all-consuming need. He was dying to fill this innocent guy with his seed, claiming them for himself.
Derek could hear the youngster wretch and gag, creating a chorus of depraved sounds with every unsuccessful attempt to dislodge his appendage from their throat. However, the youngster offered no indication to stop. So, Derek continued to screw their face, f***ing them with an animalistic desperation. His fingers contracted around that silken hair, employing it as a handle as he renewed his determination to disregard the youth's gagging reflex.
"F**king hell," Derek growled. A splat of spit erupted from between his teeth as he breathed heavily. "Gag on Daddy's cock, you little slut."
Regardless of the stoker within his belly, the desire to pour his seed into the youth, claiming them in an especially decisive fashion, grew stifling. They wretched and gagged, spouting a string of obscene, depraved discharges. He could not bring himself to stop.
This was a complete waste of time. Every thrust went in as far as it could and Derek appeared satisfied with his goal of choking this kid while he bred their lungs. Those lips were so soft and that throat was a perfect cylinder for him to take advantage of.
As he glanced down, he noticed a glazed expression on the kid's face. However, they were still aware, making strained noises while gagging and coughing repeatedly. Derek plunged in one last time as he shoved his hips fiercely against the boy, the noise reverberating in the cheap plastic room. He bellowed loudly, snarling with pleasure as his cock pulsed inside.
A massive amount of his potent seed released from his penis and covered the inside of this kid's throat. This was followed by a second and third burst, each as copious as the last as he continued to ram away. It was likely the boy had passed away from exhaustion by the time his orgasm had ceased. However, when he pulled back and eased out of the kid's mouth, the boy coughed and sputtered, you could practically hear the rasp in his lungs.
The boy then spat up all kinds of filth. Yet, he was still breathing, puffing and puffing as if he were drowning. His face was a complete mess with streaked makeup, teary eyes, cum-covered lips, and a lovely dark purple mark where Derek had slapped him.
Deciding to add one last humiliation, Derek gathered the mucus in his hand and spat it right into the kid's face.
"Dammit, man," the kid gasped.
Derek laughed. "Thanks for that."
"No problem," the kid muttered, rubbing his injured throat. He didn't even look at Derek as he staggered to his feet, almost collapsing. "Thanks for the payment."
Derek was dumbfounded. "Payment?"
The kid simply grinned.
"I'm not paying you, you little troublemaker." Derek grunted.
"Is that so?" the kid attacked, trying to tug his hand free.
Derek stared as he felt his fingers sinking into the kid's skin, pressing hard into muscle and bone.
"Look at me," the kid hissed, attempting to yank his hand loose.
Derek looked and saw...
Tear-streaked face...
Bruises...
Muddy face...
"Fuck," Derek whispered, hearing the emptiness of his voice. He swallowed, comprehending the situation for the first time. "Fuck!"
"Who are they going to believe, me or the older guy who likely weighs double my weight?" the kid taunted with a sarcastic lilt, swaying his head from side to side. "If you're willing to bet on it, I'm all in."
Derek shook his head.
Don't stick your dick in crazy. Why the hell did you stick your dick in crazy, you ridiculous fuck?
Sensing his predicament, Derek sighed and reached for his wallet. "How much do you want?"
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