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2006 March 10th Friday 15:56PST - powerful magic tentacles

Wednesday (March 8th) was very stormy, with wind gusts higher than seventy kilometers per hour. Whitecaps were whipped up across the Bay, and enormous waves crashed against the breakwaters of Squalicum Harbor and the waterfront below us along South Hill, causing foamy white spray to splash over the shores and into the marinas. The building creaked as drafts howled through the ducts and rattled the flues, and i was surprised that the power wasn't knocked out as tree branches stretched sideways. Music by Deep Space Network and Higher Intelligence Agency played on the stereo as Tony and i enjoyed a pot of coffee flavored with cinnamon, vanilla, and almond extracts. This week's issue of The Onion made me chuckle as usual. I spent a couple hours doing 'housekeeping' on our iMacs, updating software, backing up files, and cleaning out old unused programs. Then i searched online for some album cover artwork, in order to save myself the effort of having to scan many of my own CD sleeves. I find the discogs.com website very handy, and i recently set up an account but have not yet submitted any data. Eventually i'll probably take the time to offer some data entry regarding a few of my albums which aren't completely detailed there yet.

Motivated by caffeine and cannabinoids, i spent a long time in my bathroom washing out my ass with my shower-shot until it was squeaky clean. When my colon is immaculate i feel more relaxed and able to engage in vigorous anal sex. There is some psychological element which involves being completely free of worries about anything smelly and unsanitary, and thus i can completely "lose myself" in my ass-jamming dildonic exercises, uninhibited and in a spirit of delighted abandon. I also took a couple capsules of kava kava which seem to enhance two types of relaxation. First, there is a physical benefit of somehow helping me to avoid cramps in my digestive system while i'm doing my extensive colonic irrigation. Second, there is an enhancement of my mood and mental state, contributing to my overall sense of carefree relaxation. Alcohol tends to make me feel clumsy and stupid, so i've avoided most drinking for quite a few years; whereas THC and kavalactones are gentle organic substances which tend to make me feel good, and don't appear to have any negative impact as i'm accustomed to consuming them in moderation. I've been taking my Marinol prescription for more than three years, so i've probably developed a bit of tolerance. Nevertheless, i seem to be quite happily treated with the lowest dose generally prescribed: two capsules per day of 2.5mg THC each. I still have some days when i'm quite nauseous and ill despite the perks of Dronabinol, but usually the medication successfully enhances my appetite and reduces my complaints of AIDS-related aggravations. I consider myself most fortunate.

While listening to Secret Life of Trance 6 i began my ass-exploration with some delightful objects from my toybox. The first item was the Black Rubber Penis Plug (#25), which i happily slid all the way in and out of my eager butthole, verifying my impeccable cleanliness. I'd used some vaseline while on the shower-shot, and at this point i slipped some crisco into my rectum, while also coating the Plug with liquid-KY water-based lube. Personally i believe there's no such thing as too much lubrication! This Plug is the same size and shape as a real penis, and i find it's a great way to begin an evening of exciting ass exercise. It soon caused me to crave more stuffing, as i was feeling especially greedy.

The next fantastic rubber toy was Shawn'sDong (#17), which has a very useful suction-cup base with which i affixed him to the fiberglass wall in the shower. Then i backed onto him repeatedly, sometimes adjusting his height as i braced myself by holding the side of the tub and bounced rhythmically. ShawnsDong's surface has such an amazing texture, i imagined i could feel every pore and ridge as he reamed my rectum.

Returning to the area around my bed, i set up my playspace for maximum freedom and the ability to romp and squirt enthusiastically, without any inhibition whatsoever. First i covered the bed with tough vinyl sheets, which are actually just strong shower curtains; they're an inexpensive alternative to those pricy rubber and leather items owned by some of my friends, and so much easier to clean. Then i covered these with some old towels and sheets, tucking them around the edges of the bed so they wouldn't slide around while i played atop them. I also threw an old sheet over the carpet along the side of the bed. Thus any sweat, jizz, spit, and piss were free to fly, and i would just toss all the old sheets in the laundry later, keeping the furniture clean while allowing myself to cavort in a most carefree way. I have a smooth plank, a board which is coated with latex paint on one side, and i wedged this between the bed and the wall, with a towel behind it to prevent any loud knocking as i stuck Bam (#4) to the board with his powerful suction-cup. On my hands and knees i backed up against Bam and rode him nearly all the way down to his balls, yanking myself away then slamming back hard as i could, moaning in ecstasy as the penetration drove me wild.

Bam was forcing a few drops of piss out of me as i rode him so vigorously. I really had to urinate so i pulled him off the board, stood up, stuffed him up my ass and held him in place as i waddled to the bathroom. Standing over the toilet with my legs spread and one hand behind me jamming the enormous dildo up my butt, i leaned forward and steadied myself with the other hand against the wall. It was very difficult to get the stream of piss started because the pressure of Bam inside me was so overwhelming; but finally a few drops trickled from my cock. With a squeal i yanked Bam out of my ass and the stream of piss grew stronger; i sighed with relief as i emptied my bladder.

The tile of the bathroom floor is just barely smooth enough for Bam's suction-cup to hold the great dildo upright. I placed him in the middle of the room, then retrieved some other gear. Returning to the dildo in the bathroom, i locked up my head in one of my favorite diabolical arrangements. I have several Inflatable Vibrating Buttplugs (#27), and one of these is stuck through my Locking O-Ring Gag. The stainless steel O-ring is just barely big enough for the uninflated plug to fit through. I pushed the plug into my mouth, and when i hold the metal ring between my teeth it forces the tip of the plug to gag me in the back of my throat. I can control my gag-reflex sufficiently to avoid choking, but it causes some involuntary drooling.

The leather straps attached to the O-ring are then buckled behind my neck. However, i have found that even when they are pulled to the tighest notch, it could still be feasible for me to spit the plug back out of my mouth-- very difficult, but not impossible. So what i like to do is to take one of my incredibly raunchy worn-out old jockstraps (which is coated with countless old loads of semen), fold it up, and wedge it behind my head underneath the leather straps. Then when i pull the buckle tightly, it presses the jockstrap in place, and causes the overall constriction of the gag to be right at my limits of what i can bear without strangling. The plug is pulled too tightly behind my teeth to be spit out. The buckle is designed with a metal loop at the tip of the swinging bar which goes through the notch in the leather straps; i then slipped a small padlock through the loop, snapped it shut and placed the key aside on the bathroom counter. Now i had this plug gagging me firmly, and it would be physically impossible to remove without the key.

The vibrating plug has a battery-operated dial on the end of the power cord which lets me set the intensity of the buzzing. For a couple minutes i played around with the speed, and it caused the metal O-ring to vibrate against my teeth, rattling my head diabolically when i cranked it up higher. The plug is inflatable by means of a squeeze-bulb attached by a length of rubber tubing, and the bulb has a simple push-button release mechanism if i wish it to immediately deflate. With just one gentle squeeze the plug was inflated sufficiently to move it slightly away from my teeth, so i was no longer worried about dental damage. But as the plug inflated, it cut off my airway. This made my cock really hard.

The power cord for the speed-dial is long and i didn't want it to become covered with my drool as it dangled, so i loosely wrapped it once around my throat, slid the setting to maximum vibration, and let it hang behind my shoulder. Only by stretching with great effort could i reach a hand behind my back up near my neck to get at the speed-dial, so it was likely to remain at that setting. The buzzing in my skull was so powerful, it sort of filled my senses as i gradually lost my awareness of anything beyond my own body. I squeezed the inflator, choking myself gently, making it more difficult to inhale past the buzzing rubber filling my throat. Then i squatted over the monstrous rubber dildo stuck to the floor.

I squirted a big handful of liquid-KY from my lube bottle and smeared it all over Bam. Then i lowered myself onto him, holding him steady with one hand as i stroked my scrotum with the other, straining and grunting to force his wide head to penetrate my anus. Once i had the first couple inches into my hole i was then able to slide more easily down his shaft, until my haunches were nearly down to the floor and Bam's balls were right up under mine. [Just thinking about this, reminiscing as i write this down, it excites me so much now there are actually a few drops of ecstatic fluid leaking from the tip of my cock! Yes, i love Bam THAT much!] With the gag partially inflated in my throat i found it difficult to draw any breath through my nostrils, but i could just barely manage. I unscrewed the cap on a bottle of poppers, held it up near my nose, and took a huge whiff. Dizzily holding this magical breath infused with nitrites, i closed the bottle and put it aside; then a few quick squeezes of the inflator bulb resulted in the plug expanding to fill my throat so completely, i could neither inhale nor exhale. The poppers were trapped in my lungs for a few more seconds as i swooned, eyes closed, resting all my weight on the three points of balance (my two feet plus the amazing dildo). I squeezed my balls with my right hand, and with my left hand i felt the button which releases the valve on the bulb. Finally, dizzy and fearing that i would black out and and die while impaled thusly, i pressed the button and felt the plug instantly deflate so i could choke and gurgle a few breaths around the plug.

I wanted to prolong my ecstasy as much as possible, so i caressed my nuts and around my crotch, but avoided stroking the shaft or head of my penis. I didn't want to go over the edge yet, it was all so awesome i just wanted it to last forever. Slowly i began to bounce, using my leg muscles to lift myself partially up the shaft of Bam, then pushing back down forcefully so his massive rubber shape filled me with an almost unbearable satisfaction. Faster and faster, i bounced in this position, until the muscles around my hips and thighs began to feel slightly strained. Meanwhile the plug was vibrating inside my throat, buzzing my skull continuously, contributing to my overall stunned sensation of dizziness. It seemed easy to keep my balance in that position because Bam is just so fucking huge, he felt like some sort of magical pole rising up inside me, orienting me with a sense of perfection that is hard to describe.

I kept inflating and releasing the plug, choking myself intentionally, then letting some air back into my desperate lungs. The involuntary drooling was causing mucous to spill over my chin, down my neck, all over my chest and stomach. Some of it dripped on my groin and onto my sticky fingers, adding moisture to the KY lubrication, making my cock and balls slick. It was hard to resist masturbating myself, but i made myself focus on the dildo in my ass and the vibrating plug inflated in my throat, and rubbed my scrotum, tugging forcefully at my nuts as i gurgled and bounced. I must look like some kind of strange impish demon, if anybody were to see me like this, i thought to myself. Fucking awesome! Such power in these toys, such power in the chemistry consumed, such power in this lust i feel...

I held myself steadily in place and unscrewed the cap of the poppers again, holding the bottle up to one nostril as i inhaled a mighty breath, imagining my lungs filled with the magical vapors. I closed the cap, set the bottle aside, and squeezed the inflator so my throat was completely sealed and i could not exhale. My pulse pounded in my head as the incessant vibrations of the plug rattled my skull and i could hear nothing but the plug, my own heartbeat, and the small gurgling noises as i unsuccessfully tried to swallow or move the plug in some way, my tongue and throat muscles straining in vain. I pulled my scrotum downward with my left hand and began rapidly stroking my cock with my right hand, while bouncing up and down on Bam. Faster and faster, i lifted myself up to the top of Bam so he was just barely penetrating my anus, then slammed myself all the way down so he was stuffing me, blasting my insides, filling me with an intensity that was literally stunning. Strangling, buzzing, shaking, bouncing, heaving, wretching to no avail, snot and drool running down me and flinging off of me, i yanked myself faster and faster on the giant dildo while jacking my cock at top speed.

Somewhere in the back of my brain a certain part of my mind was aware that a few more seconds of oxygen deprivation could cause me to pass out, and then i would surely die as i asphyxiated and my lungs filled with my own saliva. But i didn't care. It all felt so awesome, i thought this is a good way to go, really. Slamming myself on the dildo, choking, jacking, sweating, tears running down my face, i orgasmed powerfully, and my semen splashed across the floor in front of me, globs landing here and there, adding to the puddles of drool on the tiles.

And of course those few surreal moments of incomparable ecstasy gave way to a sudden rushing return of sanity, and a momentary dizziness which sort of scared me (i didn't really want to die like this, of course). Grabbing at the inflator bulb i pressed the button which immediately released most of the pressure and the vibrator deflated in my throat, allowing me to exhale as a mouthful of mucous sprayed and dribbled down my face and neck. With the vibrator suddenly deflated the buzzing was now intensely driven against the inside of my mouth and throat, and the steel O-ring began rattling almost painfully against my teeth. The buzzing was so powerful, it overwhelmed me and i could do nothing whatsoever until it was stopped. Scrambling frantically, i reached behind my shoulder blades and grabbed the speed-dial, using my thumb to slide it all the way down until the buzzing in my skull came to a stop.

Still squatting on my incredible Bam impalement, i began to catch my breath. Although the plug was deflated, it was still pressed against the back of my throat, and i feared that the buildup of saliva might accidentally get inhaled down into my lungs, so i tried not to wheeze any of it down my windpipe as i was still unable to swallow. My tired legs were now shaking, as i'd really strained all the muscles in my hips and thighs. I lifted myself all the way up off the dildo, and as Bam finally popped out of my butthole i squealed involuntarily. Then i forcefully yanked at the raunchy jockstrap behind my neck, managing to rip it out from under the locked leather straps. Standing up, i found the key lying on the counter next to the sink, and unfastened the little padlock, fumbling with it as my fingers were covered with slippery semen and drool. As i undid the buckle it was a tremendous relief to have that pressure against my face and neck removed. I ripped the O-ring gag away from my face and pulled the plug triumphantly out of my mouth, as long tendrils of drool hung from it and down my chin, all over my chest.

I used the old jockstrap to wipe some of the fluids off my face and fingers. Then i looked at the jizz all over the floor in front of Bam. Without thinking, i dropped to my hands and knees and began lapping at the floor, licking up my semen greedily while it was still warm. Swallowing and laughing, i smeared my face all over the tiles, then collapsed in a silly satisfied heap, sprawling across the floor, stroking my greased-up friend Bam, panting and gradually settling down.

After a couple minutes i got up and gathered all my gear, popped Bam off the floor (his suction-cup resisted my tugging, and i had to squeeze it slightly in order to free it from its strong grip) and dropped everything in the sink. Then i took a soapy sponge and wiped the sticky spots off the tiles. I collected my belongings and carried them back to the west room, then tossed them all on the bed, and affixed Bam back onto the smooth board against the wall.

On the iTunes playlist on my iMac G5 the next item was Gong: the 25th Birthday Party. I drank a few ounces of Chocolate RiceSense, then reheated a mug of coffee with cream in the microwave and added a few spoonfuls of sugar. This invigorated me for more playtime. I fetched several of my newest toys and placed them around me on the bed. I donned my rubber jockstrap which feels and looks fun, but is tight and thick enough to make it difficult for me to fondle my cock and balls much while wearing it. The four toys on which i next became focused were the Bird (#48), Weep (#49), the Unicorn (#51), and the Gate (#52). I took the Black Rubber Penis Plug (#25) and kept shoving it into my mouth, pushing it against the inside of my throat until i nearly gagged. This always makes my boner really hard, as i just love to suck cock, any cock, even a rubber toy.

I kept sliding little gobs of crisco up my butt, and slathered generous splashes of liquid-KY over the surface of the black vinyl dongs. For about an hour, as the first half of the Mother Gong concert played, i jammed these black toys up my ass, lying in different positions as i reached behind myself to slide them up my butt, then switching to various squatting and kneeling poses which allowed me to lower myself down onto them. The ribbed sections of some were very intense as they slid in and out of my hole, really causing me to lose my mind and just fall brainlessly into these lustful exercises, joyfully teasing and tormenting myself as my senses were hyperstimulated. Then i took the Bird and crammed his first two sections down my throat; i found that i could still breathe because his tip is not wide enough to block my air passage. However, feeling really nasty, i shoved as hard as i could, and managed to cram his third section in my mouth. This caused him to go so far into my esophagus that it actually hurt a tiny bit, and there was no way to breathe. In the throes of ecstasy, i kept shoving the ribbed Gate eight or nine inches up my ass, while reaming my throat with the Bird, snorting and drooling, rolling around atop the greasy sheets, forcing myself to choke and writhe, loving every minute of this as tiny whimpers sometimes slipped past my strangler.

The second half of the Gong concert began to play, and i really loved the Sprinkling of Clouds section with its ethereal guitar melodies, followed by the funny bits with pixie voices and playful rhythms swirling about. I decided the next toy would be my friend Krakatoa (#10), the World's Largest Vibrating Rubber Dong. I have a tiny jar of a product called Slam Dunk. I didn't used to be terribly fond of this variety of lubricant-- it's not as slippery as some other substances, and it contains Oil Of Clove which causes a very slight warming followed by a tiny bit of numbness. But it occurred to me that it could be quite useful as a method of prolonging my activities by helping me to delay orgasm: i rubbed some all over my genitals, a little on my asshole, and even stuck some down the back of my throat with my fingertips, smearing a tiny bit on my lips, and feeling its very slight warmth on my sensitive areas. After a minute the warmth shifted to a just barely sufficient sensation of numbing, leading to a small reduction of stimulation while masturbating so i could prolong my ability to hold back from another orgasm.

Holding Krakatoa upright, i knelt on the bed, and wedged the dong between my feet behind me. Then i lowered my ass against his head, pressing harder and harder until he began to penetrate my hole, stretching me with his mindboggling circumference. When his head suddenly popped through my opening and into my rectum, i gasped uncontrollably; then he moved more easily inside me, his shaft sliding deeper and deeper, until i engulfed at least nine inches. Krakatoa has two vibrating eggs inside, and a long power cord with two speed-dials to control the intensity. I cranked them both up to maximum, took a sniff from the bottle of poppers, grabbed my cock and balls, and began flinging myself up and down his length with enthusiastic abandon.

Exercising in a variety of positions i shifted back and forth from kneeling to squatting. A few times i lied on my side and held Krakatoa behind me with both hands, wrenching and twisting him brutally, softly moaning and sighing as he buzzed my spine and pelvis, imagining the vibrations spreading outward across my body all the way to my fingertips and the top of my head. Moving around frequently i worked different muscles in my back, legs, arms, and ass until they were slightly tired but not too strained in any specific direction. I had really good stamina compared to the previous few weeks, and i may have been slightly buzzed up by the caffeine and simple carbs. It was with deep and joyful satisfaction that i alternately stretched, bounced, built up a sweat, then took short breaks to prolong my activities. After a rollercoaster ride throught two hours of Gong i finally decided to take a longer break. I slipped the Black Rubber Penis Plug up my ass, then sat atop an old towel in my comfortable chair at the computer, jotting down a few notes about how happy this all made me feel.

It was after midnight (Thursday, March 9th) and i decided to snack on a few handfuls of mint chocolate chips, and made myself a tall glass of punch consisting of Diet Shasta Grapefuit flavored pop, Ocean Spray Lite Cranberry Juice Cocktail, and a fresh wedge of lime. I brushed my teeth and took a very satisfying piss. The digital scale in the bathroom told me i weighed one hundred sixty-six pounds (a mass of about seventy-five kilograms). Then i put Erpland by Ozric Tentacles on the stereo surround system, and returned to my buddy Bam in his position on the board against the wall. Backing onto him on my hands and knees, i hugged a large old pillow underneath my stomach which helped me remain in a very comfortable position. I had actually sealed the pillow in a plastic bag then pulled an old cotton pillowcase over it, so it didn't matter if it got all sticky and pissy. It made soft crinkling noises as i lay on top of it, rocking back and forth as several inches of Bam slid in and out of my asshole.

As i gyrated my hips and pressed my face against the sheets, Bam stuffed me deeply and i became lost in the music. The eponymous title-track of Erpland began to play, and i wriggled more vigorously against the dildo, until droplets of piss were actually forced from me, sprinkling from the tip of my penis onto the pillow and sheets at my knees and under my stomach. Sometimes the sensation of Bam's intricate surface sliding all the way in and out of my rectum is so intense it actually causes me to gasp involuntarily, almost as if he can take over my breathing, my body, my mind, controlling me with his magical powers of lust leading to physical ownership.

In order to avoid straining any specific muscles, and for the sake of maximizing my exercise, i shifted to other positions, and switched back to the Gate dildo. I enjoyed the smooth but ribbed vinyl dong which is squeezable and bendable but firm and heavy. Then i decided i wanted to ratchet things back up another notch, so i got back into a kneeling position over Krakatoa and forced him into my ass. Pushing his speed-dials back to full power, he buzzed me with a mindblowing intensity, and i heaved myself up and down until my leg muscles were literally shaking with a combination of fatigue and trembling lust. As the electronic sounds of Ozric Tentacles swirled to an amazing climax i closed my eyes and fantasized about friendly alien space monsters with magical sexual tentacles, daydreaming of their touch all over my body and inside my every orifice. I sniffed another whiff from the bottle of poppers, feeling a tingle spread outward from my chest with each pounding heartbeat.

With my eyes closed, gritting my teeth and wrenching my body in ecstasy up and down the vibrating length of Krakatoa's mighty monstrous insistence, i pushed the big pillow under my belly so i could lean forward while riding the dong. Reaching between the pillow and my groin, i grabbed my cock and balls with my right hand, stroking and tugging delightedly as i bounced. With my left hand i took the Black Rubber Penis Plug and forced it all the way down my throat, until its flared base was pressed up against my lips. This cut off my air, and i choked crazily, reveling in my madness, pushing myself harder and harder. Slobbering and gagging on the Penis Plug in my front end, pushing and slamming down the three-inch-thick Vibrating Rubber Dong in my back end, sweating and drooling, snot and tears leaking down my contorted face, balls warm and tingling, cock squeezed tightly in my hand as i jacked and yanked, Ozric Tentacles' musical climax enhanced my spectacular orgasmic moments of jizz-tastic release as imaginary colors swirled in my brain and a dizzy spell crashed over and through me. I landed sideways on the sheets, spraying cum on my hand and the pillow and everywhere else, and i yanked the Black Plug out of my throat with a sudden popping sound, coughing and snorting.

In the first few seconds of post-orgasmic bliss i panted and heaved my outstretched body forward, yanking the buzzing dong from my ass, hearing an involuntary growl wrenched from my throat as the widest part of Krakatoa's head ripped out of my anus. I flexed my legs then held them out straight, as i felt a tiny bit of cramping along the edges of both knees where the muscles had been totally exhausted. I turned the two dials of the vibrator off, sniffing and spluttering, shaking my head as sweat dripped from me. That's some powerful magic those guys wield with their musical instruments, i thought silently. I should write that down.

After a few minutes of catching my breath i gathered many of my toys in the kitchen sink and washed them in hot soapy water. Then i arrayed them on the shelf near the window to dry, except for the Black Rubber Penis Plug which i slipped back into my insatiable asshole. I lied back down on the bed, feeling my own sticky cumdrops and slobber-marks all over the pillow behind my head. Totally wiped out from my exertions, i quickly fell asleep; the Black Plug stayed up my hole for a couple hours of napping. I awoke and clenched my ass muscles until the Plug squirted all the way out of me, then napped for another hour or two.

When i awoke later Thursday morning, i was still quite horny. Just looking at all the toys on the shelf caused me to feel more lustful. I am so deeply, truly, seriously in love with dildos. I took Bam and positioned him on the bed between my feet as i squatted downward until he pressed against my butthole. Then with a sudden forceful push and a grunt of joy i popped him up into my rectum and slammed my body downward until he filled me completely. A couple drops of happyjizz fell from the tip of my cock. Bouncing and pushing, i fucked myself with my friend Bam for a while, until my tired legs could support me this way no longer. I dismounted from the dildo, got off the bed, and fetched my little Curly~Q Buttplug (#28), easily slipping it into my relaxed ass. The shape of the Curly~Q fits perfectly against my anatomy so he makes my prostate happy while staying snug inside me, and he doesn't tend to slide back out unless i push intentionally with my rectal muscles. I washed Bam again, and finished cleaning up the playspace, tossing sheets and towels into the laundry. I washed my rubber jockstrap by hand, along with the other raunchy cotton jockstrap which was encrusted with spit and cum. Then i went into Tony's room where he was sleeping on his bed.

I lied down next to him and he awoke; he scooted up against me, spooning me comfortably and making me feel all warm and happy. He had an erection which he pushed up against the back of my ass-crack until his cock was rubbing the Curly~Q. I reached between my legs and felt his foreskin with my fingertips, pushing his dick against my butthole. Then i grabbed the curled ends of the little white buttplug and yanked it out of my ass which was still slightly lubricated. In no time Tony was sliding his cock into my hungry hole.

"Oh yeah Baby, i love how your hole is open for me," he whispered as he grabbed my head with one hand and i arched my back. We were lying sideways against each other and he was nibbling and biting behind my ears and neck-- this always turns me on, and makes me feel tingly all over my head. He reached around me with his other hand and played with my cock while he kept jamming his boner up into me. Quietly moaning and breathing heavily, i was as happy as ever. Tony kept pumping harder and faster, uttering his appreciation as i pushed back and squeezed my rectum, squirming on his cock as it penetrated my slippery hole repeatedly. Within minutes he could hold back no longer, and he groaned as he dumped his big load of jizz up my butt; one, two, three, four... i felt the pulsating throbs as his semen was released far inside me.

"You're making my dick leak," i told him. It was true: i love taking cock up my ass so much, love getting pumped full of cum, finding it so unbelievably good, it actually made a few drops of fluids ooze from the tip of my own penis. That's how you can tell something is really wonderful: if it makes you leak a little bit! We pulled apart and rolled over, catching our breath. We continued kissing for a minute, then i relaxed and fell back to sleep, totally exhausted from all the joyous activities. I napped for a few hours on his bed. When i awoke in the afternoon he was up at his desk, playing around on his iMac G4 while i'd been resting.

I took a shower and got dressed, and the two of us went out for dinner at Arby's fast-food restaurant over on North Samish Way. It was snowing big sticky flakes as we drove down the street, but the ground was too warm for any of it to accumulate down here near the seashore. After a little while it changed over to rain showers, sprinkling gently for the rest of the night. While we were at Arby's we saw the cute gay manager whom we adore, and all the other male staff members were quite attractive too. We ate sandwiches and heaps of fried food, as i'd really worked up an amazing appetite from all my exertions. We also bought a bunch of extra roast beef sandwiches to take home.

When we returned to our apartment we sprawled on my bed and watched our videotaped episodes of the Rick Mercer Report, the Halifax Comedy Fest, and the series premier of Ken Finkleman's At the Hotel. Then Tony surfed around the channels and caught some late-night news and talk shows. Lying there thinking about the cute manager from Arby's, i started masturbating again. Tony and i joked about how cute that guy was, and how he has sort of a big nose on his handsome face, and how much we'd love to sit on that face as he slurped our buttholes. Wanking and fantasizing, i brought myself to another orgasm, suddenly moaning out loud: "oh yeah! oh yeah! shove your pretty nose right up my asshole, you gorgeous slut! fuck! fuck! oh, your pretty face and big honkin' nose are makin' me cum!" And i spurted semen all over my hands and stomach. Tony and i laughed and giggled as i licked up my cum, and he passed me some paper towels. "I really wish we could run into that guy somewhere outside of his job, so i could flirt with him and let him now how i think he's really hot. I just don't ever hit on people at their place of business, as i don't think it's fair to corner somebody at work." Tony and i agreed that this was a decent personal policy, and hoped to encounter Mister Cute BigNose SweetFace Gay Arby's Manager somewhere else in Bellingham some day.

I fell asleep again and stayed in bed until late Friday morning (March 10th) as it became quite sunny and pleasant in our region here along Bellingham Bay. Clouds flowed over the San Juan Islands and onto the Lower Mainland of southwestern British Columbia, while temperatures remained around 8C or 9C (44F) here in Whatcom County along the coast of western Washington state. I listened to some pleasant songs on the BeatBlender stream from SomaFM.com while i shared some sexy pix from my porn collection on some Adult Yahoo Groups. We enjoyed a pot of coffee as the afternoon became sunny.



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