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2005 September 24th Saturday 17:28PDT - a happy ass may play all day

Thursday i slept until the late morning. Tony was still in bed so i remained quiet and browsed some webcomics and news articles. After noon i made some coffee and listened to the latest podcast of Fox and the City; Ragan Fox can be entertaining, but sometimes he doesn't have much of a comedy premise. I think i get more laughs from his episodes when he performs little parodies such as the Abortion-Cast or KKK-Cast; but much of his chit-chat is just regurgitation of our culture, displaying little more than 'assimilation by the collective'. Nevertheless, i don't have really harsh criticism of his content, because he can sometimes tell jokes or spit out a comical line which makes me laugh out loud. That's a considerable achievement, because i'm sort of a cynical, jaded, surly curmudgeon.

In the sunshine halfway across the Bay i saw a tugboat pulling a big barge of fill. At the international pier there had been numerous cars and trucks parked alongside the Horizon Fairbanks for a couple days; diesel fumes rose from the smokestacks of this gigantic ship. There was no sign of cargo, so i assumed it was staying at the port for maintenance. There were a few sailboats on the waters although there wasn't much of a breeze. An occasional train passed along the edge of the cliffs, once in a while a car would traverse our quiet street, and in the distance i could hear a lawnmower. We made shakes in the blender with frozen banana and blueberries, chocolate Rice Dream, Langer's Light Cranberry-Raspberry juice, Mountain High whole milk yogurt, and filtered water. I listened to some discs by Adham Shaikh on the stereo in the back of our apartment as i spent time in my bathroom enjoying some luxurious grooming and personal hygiene. I shaved my head and left only a very short, narrow strip of hair running along the top. It would be considered a "mohawk" if it were longer, but at this length i didn't really know what it was called. "Silly" came to mind. But it felt good.

A tasty and nutritious mug of miso broth was easy to make. I heated some water and dissolved a spoonful of mellow brown miso paste, added pinches of kelp powder, dulse flakes, powdered ginger, cracked white peppercorns, and MSG, then stirred in a few drops of mirin, tamari, and peanut oil, and finally dissolved a spoonful of butter. This big mug full of salty, rich soy and seaweed products with hints of roots and dairy warmed me up as i watched the colorful sunset. The barge had deposited its fill at awaiting dump trucks along the Whatcom Waterway, and the little tugboat pulled the empty vessel back out of the Bay. More diesel smoke arose from the Horizon Fairbanks as its engines ran. There were hardly any clouds, and i could easily see the lights to the ski areas twinkling seventy kilometers away as the silhouettes of the Canadian Mountains faded into the pastel dusk.

I showered carefully and washed away any traces of tiny hair clippings. Over the next couple hours i repeatedly rinsed my ass with my shower-shot until the enemas were running sparkly clean, because i wanted to sexercise with my beloved toys. Nothing remained in my colon except glistening lubrication as i occasionally applied dabs of petroleum jelly to my anus, and dribbles of water-based liquid-K-Y-gel on a couple exploratory dildos. The first was #35~ Elevator, a.k.a. the Manhandler. I held him by his 'pommel' and slid most of his length in and out of my asshole while finishing my ablutions, verifying that i was impeccably spotless and well lubricated.

The next little device which i casually pumped in and out of my ass was the rippled #38~ Bronze Silicone ButtPlug [Closeup of Bronze Silicone attached to end of 'Anal~Impaler']. I spread my feet apart and leaned over the toilet while trying to urinate, occasionally managing to release a few drops while enjoying the stimulation of the plug. I had to stop sliding it back and forth, holding it in place firmly, then i concentrated and found the right balance between pressures and relaxation as muscles in my groin finally permitted the rest of the piss to trickle out of my bladder. It was an exquisite sensation (shiver... hunhhh yeahh...)

I had some generic Crisco (partially hydrogenated vegetable oil) which i smeared into my ass, making little blobs disappear as i tickled as deeply as i could reach with my long fingers. Then i slathered lots of water-based lube on #17~ ShawnsDong, affixed him to the bathroom floor with his suction cup, and proceeded to get several minutes of exercise. I was squatting and bouncing as i engulfed most of his length, feeling delicious throbbing sensations in the general area behind my prostate with each thrust. A few drops of pre-ejaculate fluids began to fall from the tip of my penis as i flexed my legs and positioned myself in a frog-like pose for optimal penetration. After playing with ShawnsDong for a while, i decided to move to a wider dildo. This was #19~ Spelunker whose suction cup was perfect for sticking him against the shower wall. While standing in the tub i backed onto him repeatedly; then i stuck him to the bottom of the tub, squatted over him, and bounced up and down along two-thirds of his length. Spelunker is very wide around the flared part of his head, so a few minutes of dedicated reaming began to make me feel ready to try just about anything with my horny ass.

I grabbed a couple paper towels and wiped any slippery traces of my activity off the floor and walls, gathered all these toys and lubricants, and brought everything to my bed in the large room at the other end of the apartment. I threw a bunch of old sheets and raunchy towels over the bed, thus allowing any possible fluids the freedom to spray frivolously. I ingested a capsule of THC (Dronabinol) and a capsule of kavalactones as i sipped some Shasta sugar-free grapefruit flavored pop. Then i cued up some music in an iTunes playlist on my iMac, stretched out on the playspace on my bed, and heard the Serenity Dub 1.1 anthology begin to waft from the Cerwin-Vega speakers in front of me and the KLH speakers behind.

For several minutes i slid more than half of ShawnsDong back and forth inside my ass, enjoying every tingle of his porous surface as i felt his rich texture rubbing all along my insides. Somewhere in my mind there was a vague image of a yawning throat, a gaping ass, orifices opening and welcoming the best penetrative, squeezable, phallic friends; i felt waves of peristalsis from my mouth all the way to my tailbone, and daydreamed of alien appendages which would tunnel far inside my body, as the smell of rubber and the thump of dubby music filled my senses. My actual friend Shawn McFetridge had been gone for over three years, but i was happily reminded of him constantly as i focused on the dildos, and luxuriated in the sensuality of my private time with my body and the memories of our decade of friendship. I frequently daydream and reminisce about Shawn when i'm horny.

The next item i fetched from my big toychest was #6~ BlackThor (a.k.a. Thor V). I stood him up on my bed as i got on my knees in front of him. Wedging his 'scrotum' between my ankles, i held him in place as i pressed my butthole back against him, moaning happily as he stretched me open. Then i slid down six or seven inches of his great length. I rode up and down, gradually increasing the speed of my thrusts, sometimes letting him slide all the way out of my ass before forcing him in deep again. If i touched my dick while riding Thor, i came very close to orgasm, so i slowed down and tried to prolong all the enjoyment. But after a few more minutes of this, i could no longer resist riding over the edge, and i happily sprayed cum onto the bed while squeezing my dick and stuffing myself with the long black dildo. I dismounted from this toy, pleased but far from finished, and rested for a moment. Then i fetched a leather cockring; it fastened with metal snaps around the base of my dick. I squeezed my balls slowly and tried to fit some of Thor into my mouth. His width was so great, i could only get the first few inches into my face.

I have a large board, a plank which has been coated with latex paint, and it's perfectly smooth. I stood this upright and put a towel over it, then slid it between the bed and the wall, so it was firmly held in place and the towel would prevent it from making any knocking sound against the wall. I like to take my dildos with suction-cups and affix them to this board as this position allows me to get on my hands and knees and back up against them. I can adjust their height and turn them to whatever angle feels most comfortable as i ride them 'hands-free'. So i took ShawnsDong and firmly pressed him to the board, and his suction-cup held him about thirty centimeters above the bed as his weight made him hang pendulously downward, the tip of his head not quite touching the sheets. On my knees, i pointed my ass at him and wriggled backwards, reaching behind to steady his head against my hungry anus. I leaned all the way forward and relaxed with my face against the sheets, lying with one cheek against the bed as i reached under myself with one hand to stroke my cock and balls, and used my other hand to steady ShawnsDong as i slowly engulfed him with incredible satisfaction. Then i put both hands in my crotch, gently tugging on my scrotum while stroking my dick, and humped my ass against this delicious dildo. In my imagination, i pretended that Shawn McFetridge was pumping my insides with this fabulous toy, then i pretended that Shawn's actual cock was this Dong, and every moment of pleasure which filled me was also being returned to him as i squeezed his imaginary penis with my ass in a fantasy of love and cooperation.

Eventually i had to stop touching my crotch again because i didn't want to blow another load just yet. I scooted forward and let the dildo slip out of my ass. Then i removed it from the board against the wall, and tried to suck on as much of it as i could. Like Thor, it was too wide to penetrate my throat very far; but i swallowed a few inches as it roughly pushed in back past my tonsils, cutting off my breath. I kept trying to hold my breath and deep-throat this Dong, swooning with lust as i imagined real friends like Shawn and fantasy friends who were pure figments, pretending that they were taking turns jamming their monstrous cocks inside me. Involuntary gakking and coughing sounds sometimes came from my throat as i sucked and slurped.

At this point i wanted to ride something even wider than ShawnsDong or Thor, so i fetched #4~ Bam from the toybox [chart, list]. His suction-cup was also perfect for holding him to the board against the wall. On my hands and knees, i backed up against him and pressed his thick head to my asshole. It took quite a bit of willpower to force him through my anus; but as soon as the first couple inches were inside, something in my body and in my mind just completely relaxed and opened up, hungrily swallowing him. I squealed with delight as i pushed my rump farther and farther, and eventually took almost the entire dildo inside myself. Then in an ecstatic frenzy i rocked my hips back and forth, up and down, pulling away from him then sliding back, fucking myself with Bam until drops of pre-cum began to trickle from my cock onto the sheets. I heard Zuvuya's Shaman I Am (Solar Ray Mix) with samples of Terence McKenna's voice swirling from the stereo as i pounded myself with a crazy fury until i was on the verge of tears. I finally yanked myself all the way off Bam with a gasp, suddenly feeling such an empty sensation inside that desired so strongly to be filled, stroked, satisfied. Muscles in my legs and knees were getting a little tired, and i reminded myself to vary my exercises as much as possible.

I stretched and walked around for a minute, went to my bathroom to pee a tiny bit, then came back and took #45~ Oval from the toybox. I lied on my bed, pushed more crisco into my ass, squeezed some liquid lube on this buttplug, then rapidly forced it all the way in and out of myself. This buttplug is very wide and smooth, and each time i pulled it out i could feel it cause quite an ass-pucker, yanking my butt so flesh protruded very slightly, then i would instantly jam it all the way back, popping it inside. This was good exercise for my arms and hands, and it took a lot of strength to do this for a few minutes. My ass seemed to be indomitable, never tiring, no matter how much any other part of my body might feel fatigued.

I decided that i would try to engulf #34~ Dent. But when i tried to sit on him, i just couldn't manage to get past the first couple inches. His smooth round top felt nice as it pressed against my butthole, but no matter how much force i applied, he just wouldn't slide inside me. I tried sitting on him along the edge of the bed, i tried squatting over him on the floor, i tried lying in a couple positions as i held him behind me and exerted my strength as much as possible, all to no avail. He just wasn't going to be sucked into my ass on this occasion. I was also pining for #47~ Giant Plug, which is very similar to Dent but a few millimeters longer. I held the Giant Plug in my greasy hands, smelling it and licking it, then rubbed it against the crack of my ass, but i knew it wouldn't enter me this evening. On some level i felt a twinge of disappointment because if i couldn't engulf my largest buttplugs then i might never be able to intake #42~ Max Planck. I'd been hoping to get more than a few inches of Max into my ass some day, but it didn't seem likely, even on the occasions when i was in really good form. Nevertheless, i was physically enjoying all the items within my capacities, and i reminded myself how happy that made me as i didn't really have very definite "goals" with my dildos; all the current sorts of activities were quite satisfying. And i can have fun simply daydreaming and wishing for something astounding, no matter how unlikely.

The next dildo that i used was #2~ Shroom which is not quite as wide as Dent, and has a slight taper so the lower shaft isn't as thick as the head. I stood him on the bed between my ankles as i was on my knees, but he didn't seem to be going in very easily this way. So i switched to a squatting position on the balls of my feet and pressed my ass down on him. His awesome head popped through my anus and i almost sort of "saw stars" for a moment. As i squatted and pressed downward, sliding along his perfect black smooth shaft, i settled down into a crouching position with as much of my weight against him as possible, until he was about ninety percent hidden inside me. Then i began lifting myself up and down, riding his middle section. Eventually i reached a rapid pace which was causing me to sweat. Slack-jawed, i felt drool coming out of the corner of my mouth as i groaned, bouncing up and down in a mindless daze. Several times i yanked him all the way out of my hole suddenly, then pushed very hard again to make him pop back in, and resumed riding him. Sometimes the rhythm of my bounces would synchronize with the music, and i thought that i was 'dancing' in some way. Shroom stretched me so much as he pounded inside me, and there was a vague stinging sensation in my ass muscles each time i retracted him then made him penetrate me again. I held him firmly against the sheets with one hand, squeezed my cock with the other, and bounced as fast as possible. Sweat and drool and then semen flew from me as i gasped, ejaculating arcs of cum onto the sheets. Suddenly overwhelmed and feeling mind-bogglingly overstimulated, i yanked Shroom all the way back out of my ass with a cry and let myself collapse on the bed. Then i quickly unsnapped and removed the cockring. As i caught my breath and my heartbeat slowed from its pounding pace i brushed some of the semen with my fingers and licked it off. Not bad for a tired old geezer, i thought to myself.

I picked up the Bronze Silicone Buttplug and gently pushed it back up my ass, then returned to my bathroom where i tried to urinate. I stood in front of the toilet and kept trying to get the piss to flow, but it wouldn't start as long as the Bronze Buttplug was inside me. I had to remove the Bronze in order to relax enough, then had a long satisfying piss until it felt like the very last drop left my bladder (shudder... ahhhh...).

When i went back to my playspace i put the #45~ Oval back in my ass. While reclining across the bed, first lying on one side then the other as i wiggled the plug gently, i listened to the music and looked around at the psychedelic posters which adorned my walls. I was high on THC, relaxed, and in a most joyful mood. Then i popped Oval out and lubed up ShawnsDong again. I reamed myself vigorously in a sideways fashion with this dildo, excercising my arms as well as my rectum, hearing the Serenity Dub 2.1 anthology on the stereo which featured many lovely sounds including a beautiful piece by Mouse On Mars. As i swooned and squinted in the dim light, i let my imagination wander.

Out of the corner of my eye the office chair next to my desk was barely visible. For an instant, it almost seemed like an imaginary Shawn McFetridge was sitting there, just beyond my peripheral vision. I intentionally looked away from the chair in order to avoid dispelling the illusion as long as possible. My eyes were barely open and i couldn't really see much of anything, but i let my imagination see whatever it desired. I started repeating his name in my mind, until it began to softly work its way up my throat and off my tongue: "huuhhh... haaahh... shaahhh... shaauunnhh... shawnnhhh... Shawn....". My memories of his face, his voice, his skin, his eyes, were all very clear. My brain quickly summed the calendar pages and found that it had been twelve hundred days since i had learned of his death. More than three years since i last saw him in person and heard him speaking to me, he was still as vivid as ever. "Shawn, i love you." I don't know if i actually said that sentence out loud, but i was saying it in my head. "I see your love." I didn't care if what i whispered was silly and senseless; in my private space, this was what i truly felt and thought.

I have cellophane taped over my remote controls to keep them safe from grease and fluids. As i lied there with ShawnsDong up my ass, i turned on the television and VCR and began watching a super hot porn which my friend Kenny had given me: Doctor's Orders Part 1- Manipulation. While watching this video i felt inspiration and desire to imitate the performer Dean Rodney who was getting huge buttplug reamings followed by greasy fistfucking. Other cast members such as Marcus Iron and Thom Barron turned me on as i sort of lost myself in dreamy lust. I casually lounged on the bed, squeezing ShawnsDong gently with my ass muscles, listening to one song after another, watching the performers in this porn as they did wonderful things with each other, beautiful things with their gorgeous bodies.

Turned on tremendously by these men, i went to the toybox and grabbed #10~ Krakatoa II, a.k.a. The World's Largest Vibrating Dildo. His head isn't quite as wide as Shroom's but it has a bit of a flare, and his shaft is very long and smooth. Embedded inside his middle and his base are two vibrating 'eggs' which each have their own control dial. A cord emerges from beneath his base and runs about fifty centimeters to the plastic controller with the two dials, inside which are four "AA" (double-A) batteries. The batteries were starting to gradually lose power as i activated the vibrations and rode Krakatoa in a variety of kneeling positions. Growling and snarling with lust, i humped on as much of him as i could manage to jam inside myself, sometimes taking more than half his great length. Occasionally i would yank him all the way out very quickly, and little drops of lube would fall out of my ass; then i would shove him forcefully back in, moaning and gurgling as i rode him around the bed. He made me work up quite a sweat as we romped and played.

[When the video Doctor's Orders Part 1- Manipulation was on sale a few years ago, their advertisements featured a picture of Johnny Rider and the incredible black dildo which i call "Nerf"]

Feeling very open and capable, i decided i would try to play with #1~ Nerf. I was watching the porn-star Johnny Rider engulf a similar dildo in a scene of Manipulation, and i felt that i was up to this humongous challenge. I stood Nerf on the bed and poured lots of lube over him, rubbing it all over his smooth black surface. Then i squatted over him, pressing down firmly until his huge flared head began to stretch my anus wide open. It popped through into my rectum sort of suddenly and i gasped softly. Then i concentrated on my deep breathing and slow stretching as i carefully wriggled and bounced, working more than half of my incredible friend Nerf inside my body as he stretched upwards and i used a variety of muscles in my legs and hips. Every time i pulled myself high enough to pop his head all the way back out, it almost seemed as though something in my head was snapping inside-out and dropping out of the back of my brain. It was hard not to make quiet cries and small grunts as the massive rubber toy wrung gasps from me exquisitely. I laughed and snarled, thinking that i was my own special kind of 'porn-star' in my funny little private corner of the universe.

While i continued to ride the black beast as far into my ass as possible, i began working the Bronze Silicone Buttplug into my mouth one ripple at a time. Then i would attempt short trials of gag-reflex supression, momentarily pushing the whole plug all the way in and out of my mouth, trying to press its flared base right up against my lips as i shuddered and convulsed in delight. My throat made involuntary gakking and coughing noises a few times when i yanked the plug out quickly. It almost made a sort of popping sound as the most bulbous part kept releasing outward from my throat. Then i casually sucked on about half the length of the plug as i dismounted from Nerf and returned to Krakatoa.

I inhaled a big whiff from a bottle of poppers while embedding the upper third of Krakatoa in my rectum. Then i turned his speed dials up to maximum and slowly wore the batteries all the way down while listening to Serenity Dub 3.1. I kept shifting back and forth from lounging positions against the pillows with the vibrator wedged almost horizontally into me, over to kneeling and squatting positions on the bed. Sometimes i would hug a couple big pillows while crouching on my knees, using them for extra leverage while i squirmed into various frog-like stances. I kept bouncing on the vibrator as it hummed ever more gently, and i snuck the bronze plug down my throat now and then. This kept making my whole body feel like it would convulse uncontrollably, and it was sometimes hard to keep my balance, so i gradually settled into a kneeling position with my face leaning toward the bed, my hands under my ankles, and more than half of Krakatoa jammed straight up my ass.

I shifted my weight and reached behind myself with my left hand until i could grip the big bumpy base of the gigantic vibrator, and tried to apply enough strength in a rhythm which kept it firmly against the sheets as i rocked. I reached in front of my crotch with my right hand and slowly squeezed my cock and balls while grinding more and more of my weight against the vibrations. "Haunted Dub" by the artist called Core was playing on the Serenity Dub 3.1 anthology. I was panting and sweating, squinting as i willed myself to remain as quiet as possible although the brutal yanking of the dildo in and out of my ass was causing silent screams of astonished joy somewhere in my imagination. The muscles behind my knees were growing tired and i didn't know if i could tolerate any more of the total anal pucker penetration but somehow shplurped seven or eight inches of my trembling toyfriend completely in and out. Flailing and grunting, i jammed the bronze plug into my throat while inhaling sharply, then held my breath silently as i closed my eyes and slammed myself downward repeatedly on the vibrator which was no longer making its faint buzz. Snorting and heaving, another orgasm splashed out of my body and mind, leaving a spray of milky semen in seven or eight little blobs across the sheets and on the pillows in front of me. The bronze plug popped out of my mouth, and i yanked Krakatoa all the way back out of my gaping triumphant ass with one last gasp, causing a couple more drops of semen to fall from my penis-- this was sort of a happy surprise extension to those moments of exhausted orgasmic collapse.

I lied there for a few minutes catching my breath and slowly stretching my limbs. I admitted that i was now finished for the night with some of the biggest toys, and i moved Nerf, Shroom, Giant Plug, Dent and the Manhandler to the kitchen sink where i washed them thoroughly in hot soapy water, and cleaned myself up a little bit. Serenity Dub 4.1 began to play as i left the retired dildos sitting on a tray to dry. Then i sat on my toilet for a few minutes; i was able to eventually relax all my pelvic muscles again and urinated until it seemed that every possible drop had trickled out (shudder... ahhaahaaahh.) I had a cup of tea with honey and decided to rest for a while in my comfortable office chair which was covered by an old towel to protect it from any grease on my body. I put the Bronze Silicone Buttplug all the way up my ass as i sat and typed.

After putting some of my thoughts and recollections into words, i returned to my bed and watched some more porn. Then i dozed off for a while, taking a short nap, perhaps less than an hour. The videotape had ended and rewound itself, so there was only a bluescreen on the television which i then turned off. I put some lube on ShawnsDong and used him to stretch my ass open again, fucking myself for a few minutes. How can my butt always continue to play, when i am so exhausted? i wondered. I was totally worn out physically, and decided to clean up most of the rest of the toys and playspace. With the exception of the Bronze Silicone, i put all the other greasy dildos and buttplugs into the sink and washed them conscientiously with hot soapy water. I left them arrayed on the shelf by the window to dry, and tidied the room. I removed all the laundry, shut down the electronics, put everything back in its place, and performed all these chores with the Bronze keeping my ass happy. I remembered to pull the dead batteries out of Krakatoa's controller, and replaced them with four fresh ones. Then i washed the Bronze and fetched the Curly~Q 'G-spot Stimulator'. I slipped this into my ass and went to Tony's room.

Tony was sleeping on his bed and i lied down next to him. His cock was partially erect, so i think he must have been having a good dream. He awoke as i rubbed up against him, and i told him about what i had been doing. He held the curled ends of the toy in my ass and wiggled gently, and his uncut cock got long and harder. I took his little squeeze-bottle of water-based lube from the shelf next to his bed and put a few drops on my fingers, then reached behind myself to smear this on his dick, pulling his foreskin back and rubbing gently. He was kissing the back of my neck and scratching my head just the way i love, and i used one hand to help guide his cock against my anus which already held the Curly~Q. As he pushed carefully, he was able to slide his penis into me alongside the toy. Then he reached around me and grabbed the flat part of the Curly~Q which protruded along my perineum, and wiggled it while he was fucking me with this double-penetration method (cock plus toy).

My body was so tired, but i was in heaven as Tony worked my asshole, and i practically purred as he gripped the back of my head with his other hand and massaged my shaven scalp. Arching my back as we lay side by side, i accepted maximum penetration from his dick. Then he pulled the Curly~Q out of my hole, pushed me over so that i was face-down, and pressed his weight on top of me. Pushing my face into the pillows, he began jamming my ass with fast pelvic thrusts. I slid both of my hands under my torso to help lift my groin slightly from the bed, giving him an angle of maximum penetration into my backside. I loved the way he kept forcing my head against the pillow, making me gasp for air. Then he took the Curly~Q and shoved it all the way into my mouth, the hard plastic clicking against my teeth. It was just long enough to make me choke slightly, and i gurgled and retched as he fucked me in both ends. He would sometimes pull the toy out of my mouth far enough to let me catch my breath for just a moment, then push it back so it scraped my throat and made me choke and sniffle.

"Oh, you have such a hot ass," he whispered as he pumped his dick into me. I kept trying to push back against him, working my butt in a rhythm to accept all of him as far as possible, so happy and hungry and desperate to feel every inch. Drooling around the white plastic toy in my mouth, i moaned and gasped. "You're makin' me cum..." he groaned, and he kept pausing, trying to hold back. Then with several forceful slams, i could feel him throbbing and releasing his jizz deep inside me. I squeezed his dick with my pulsating asshole as we both moaned. Collapsing onto the bed, he rolled off me, and we turned sideways as he pulled his sticky cock out. Masturbating my own penis, i also began ejaculating a few moments later, and a few drops of semen ran onto my stomach. I grabbed the roll of paper towels next to the bed and tore off a couple sheets, passing one to him. He wiped his penis and i wiped my asscrack, and they showed nothing but semen and lubrication. A clean ass is a happy ass, and a happy ass may play all day.

He went to his bathroom and washed his cock, carefully attending to his foreskin because he doesn't like to get any smegma buildup. I realized that i was a few hours late taking my scheduled AIDS medications, so i got a glass of water and swallowed my handful of pills. When he came back to his bed, we lied there for a while and i fell asleep again. After another nap, we woke up in the late morning.

My body was so very tired, but my lustful mood was irrepressible. Tony was horny and wanted to fuck me again. Delighted to oblige, i passed him the lube, and he proceeded to screw me sideways as we lied across his bed. After a few minutes of pumping, we shifted positions so he was behind me doggy-style, then he pushed me forward so i was face-down again. He reamed me until he could hold back no longer, and blew another load up my ass. Satisfied and in terrific spirits, we finally got out of bed around noon.

We had some coffee, showered, dressed, and went out to lunch. I was wearing my Jesus Loves Dick T-shirt; i had intended to wear a hat in order to cover my ridiculous haircut, but i completely forgot. So when we arrived at Arby's on Samish Way, i probably attracted some looks from strangers, but i didn't care. I realized that my hair was silly, but my attitude was "Screw it! It's just hair!" and i smiled at everyone i saw. Our favorite Arby's employee was working, the manager Josh. He is an extremely good-looking man in his early- or mid-twenties. We have seen his profile on Yahoo Personals in which he refers to himself as "DownToEarthGuy". He is always friendly, smiling, and charming. All of the staff at Arby's on this particular Friday appeared to be young men who were very attractive, and a couple even seemed a bit queer. We love this place! We ate mozzarella sticks, jalapeño poppers, curly fries and homestyle fries, all with a variety of sauces, and we each had a sandwich. Then we ordered a bunch of extra "Roast Beef Originals" to take home. As we were walking across the parking lot, we noticed a green Volkswagen Jetta behind the restaurant. "I bet that must be Josh's car," said Tony, pointing at the little sticker in the rear windshield. It was the logo for the Human Rights Campaign.

We came home and relaxed for the rest of the afternoon. I changed the king-size sheets on my bed, adding to the big baskets of laundry in the closet; but i was too tired to accomplish much, so i again procrastinated any further housekeeping. There were a few sailboats on the Bay which was rather choppy, and winds blew whitecaps across the surface of the water. The Alliance and the Legacy were the two fishing boats at the international pier, and they were moored across from the gigantic Horizon Fairbanks cargo freighter which was as long as the entire south end of the docks. Totally wiped out from my physical activities, i fell asleep for a while and then awoke after dark. "It's really cold and clear outside," i said to Tony, and noticed that many more stars were visible than usual on this first night of autumn. I took my scheduled medications, then went back to sleep. When i finally awoke again, it was after noon on Saturday.

"You've been in bed for sixteen hours," Tony told me.

"I guess that's the amount of rest i need every time i get some exercise," i replied.

We had our coffee, and i counted out the next week's allotment of medications and sorted all the prescribed pills and capsules into the compartments of my planner. As i spent the afternoon reading and writing, i listened to some old archives of funky DJ mixes from ElectroRadio. We were looking out the northwest window at the sailboats on the windy waters, and i said, "Something is different this afternoon..." Then it dawned on me: "The Horizon Fairbanks is gone! Wow, the docks seem really empty with that huge vessel absent."

Oh, how i know that feeling.

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