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2006 March 14th Tuesday 15:26PST - a new personal record
Friday evening (March 10th) Tony and i went out shopping at the Fred Meyer on West Bakerview. We found some housewares, items for the kitchen, and lots of groceries including some nice fresh vegetables. We came home and made a huge salad to accompany the rest of our leftover roast beef sandwiches from Arby's. We were rather tired and slept until late Saturday afternoon (March 11th). When we got up around 4:20pm i brewed a pot of coffee, and we played around on our iMacs. Some tasty glazed donuts accompanied the strong Colombian coffee, and the sunset was very colorful while the dusky skies were mostly clear. I shared some sexy pix in some Adult Yahoo Groups and received pleasant Yahoo Messenger greetings and e-mails from a few guys who appreciated the porn.
Saturday evening we split a large Washington grown Fuji apple and a banana. I had a bagel with peanut butter while Tony had a bowl of whole grain breakfast cereal. We had some healthy carob squares from Fred Meyer's bulk foods department, and these were made with sesame seeds, several kinds of nuts, and even a little Spirulina blue-green nutritional algae. I steeped a warm mug of Bengal Spice then added brown sugar and cream. I took my usual handful of medications before midnight, then refilled the compartments of my planner with all the dozens of tablets and capsules for the next week. I watched some of an old porn Tony had given me years ago: Kristen Bjorn's Carnival in Rio; i masturbated three times before going to bed Sunday morning just as the dawn was arriving. Goodness, i must have been extra horny.
Tony slept with me all through the morning (March 12th) and we finally woke up some time after 13:14PST. Fondling each other as we lied there in the sunshine, i kissed the back of his head and he rubbed my balls. I pressed my boner up against his asscrack, barely penetrating him; as i stroked his dick he squirted all over his stomach. We got out of bed and wiped up, and some fantastic jazzy squiggly sounds from Squarepusher played on the stereo as i brewed a pot of Arabica coffee flavored with Pasano's chocolate mint syrup. We had some Franz Glazed Donuts for breakfast and i read some webcomics.
In the late afternoon i enjoyed friendly chats online with my friends Kenny in Massachusetts and Kelly in Illinois. I transferred an album to Kelly, Temenos by Skin On Skin, as he was potentially interested in this type of ambient "temple music" for playtime in the sling with fisting buddies. Then i made some fruit slushies in the blender to share with Tony, taking chunks of peaches and bananas from the freezer and adding vanilla RiceSense, Ocean Spray Light cranberry juice, and filtered water. I took some acidophilus along with small doses of vitamin and mineral supplements (including zinc and selenium), some ginseng, yohimbe, and my usual prescription medications. The skies were clear and colorful at sundown, then the ski areas in southern British Columbia twinkled brighter than ever as visibility was improved by dry conditions.
I put a couple discs by Pizzicato Five on the stereo in the east room: remix album: happy end of you and Playboy & Playgirl. These cheerful compositions enhanced my good mood as i took a long shower, shaved my crotch, and then spent some time with my shower-shot attachment douching my ass until i was squeaky clean inside and out. Then i put the Samurai CD single by Juno Reactor on the stereo in the west room as i was preparing my playspace. I covered the bed with vinyl sheets, then put some skanky old towels and sheets over those, tucking in around the edges of the bed to prevent them from slipping and sliding as i romped atop them. I made a nice mug of hot miso broth with kelp powder, dulse flakes, and a spoonful of olive oil. Then i put Dubnology: Journeys Into Outer Bass into the iTunes playlist (a two-disc anthology featuring many of my favorite electronic dub artists) and activated the G-Force Visualizer. I lit a Shin Mainichiko Cedarwood joss stick and its delicate fragrance gradually infiltrated the room.
It had been my intention to get some more vigorous exercise with my hefty toys, similar to my efforts Wednesday night and Thursday morning. But alas, i was not capable of being quite so energetic Sunday night, so my activities were much more calm and meditative. I gently probed my ass with the Purple Silicone (#39) using lots of lube, and rolled around in a variety of comfortable positions as the music thumped gently from the Cerwin-Vega and KLH surround speakers. Maybe i already used up all of my strength and 'romping' energy earlier this weekend, i mused silently. Oh well, i guess i'm getting older and slower; but that's okay-- i'm having fun, and i'm happy.
When the second half of Dubnology began to play, i retrieved the Bird (#48) from the toybox. I wedged a couple old pillows up against the wall so i could sit on them, elevating myself a few extra inches above the bed, and gradually slid the first couple segments of the Bird up my ass. Then i took a sniff from a bottle of poppers, and carefully worked the third segment inside myself. The feeling of fullness was most satisfying, and i wiggled the heavy black polyvinyl dildo gently as it stimulated me deep inside.
When reaming myself with big dildos i find that it's easy to push myself 'over the edge', but often i don't want to orgasm too quickly because i hope to prolong the pleasurable activities. It's difficult to resist the urge to masturbate to the point of ejaculation while stuffed full of giant dildos. Recently i've been playing around with a substance called "Slam Dunk". I incorrectly identified this in my previous diary entry (confusing it with an entirely different product known as "Elbow Grease") so i corrected that error. I received a small sample container of this lubricant "Slam Dunk" when i purchased all of those big black polyvinyl dildos from MinotaurSF. It's supposedly good for dildo-fucking and fist-fucking, but is definitely not compatible with condoms because it does contain oil-based ingredients. It also contains some Oil Of Clove, which causes a very slight sensation of warmth, followed by a tiny bit of numbing. Ordinarily i would not wish to numb any of my body's sensitive regions, as i desire maximum stimulation during playtime. However, i've found that a small application of Slam Dunk can be most efficacious for helping me prolong the duration of activities before orgasm. By rubbing a small amount on my cock and balls, it seems like it allows me to masturbate for a longer period of time without quite going over the brink. This was very useful Sunday night, as i was able to enjoy keeping the Bird stuffed up my happy hole for over an hour while casually, gently, lovingly stroking my dick and squeezing my scrotum. The moon began to descend across the sky toward the west as i watched its path outside our largest window. Finally, when i could resist the intense feelings of pleasure no longer, i made myself squirt semen all over my hands and thighs, then finally removed the Bird from my rectum.
I gently inserted the Purple Silicone back up my ass, stretching my body out across the sheets as i lied my head against a pillow, then i took a nap for a couple hours while some old ambient albums by The Irresistible Force (MixMaster Morris) played softly on the stereo. When i awoke, the Silicone plug was still nestled comfortably inside me, and was as warm as my own body. I slipped it back out, and thought about getting some exercise. Although motivated, i wasn't feeling particularly physically strong, but i wanted to attempt my best anyway. I thought perhaps Krakatoa (#10, the World's Largest Vibrating Rubber Dong) would encourage me to work up a sweat.
The next musical composition from MixMaster Morris was Global Chillage. It reminded me of a time many years ago when i lived in Vermont, and i was home alone on a day off, and i decided to take LSD and Ecstasy and Marijuana all at the same time. I had a dildo back then which was almost exactly like this Krakatoa, except it didn't vibrate. Under the influence of those powerful hallucinogens, i listened to these same musical masterpieces by MixMaster Morris, and had an intense multi-orgasmic experience which lasted for many hours as i'd romped and worked up a sweat with favorite dildos, losing myself in a colorful imaginary world of my own daydreams. Back in the present, during the wee hours of this Monday morning (March 13th) before the sun came up, i reveled in the gloriously beautiful ambient melodies and playful polyrhythmic percussions of the Irresistible Force. Squatting and kneeling on Krakatoa, i stuffed my ass with glee, bouncing and working up a sweat as i engaged in my absolutely favorite variety of exercise. Turning the vibrator's two speed-dials up to maximum, the buzzing inside my rectum seemed to throb and spread outward, up my spine, out along my limbs, as i imagined it shaking to the very tips of my fingers and the top of my skull. As the first hint of dawn began to illuminate the room, i watched the posters of artwork by Susan Seddon Boulet which adorned my walls. Drugged, sexually hypercharged, slightly sleepy and very dreamy, i fantasized about swirling faces and spirits of my friends appearing in the multitude of ghostly images fluttering across those paintings with a powerful sense of animism. As the song "Waveform" swirled around me, i found myself orgasming powerfully while the vibrations up my ass drove me into a mindless wild frenzy. The disembodied voice in Morris' music kept repeating: "I'm into what's weird.... I always have been.... I've really done it this time!..."
Crying and panting, i pulled the enormous vibrator back out of my ass with a grunting squeal, deactivated his dials, and let myself collapse across the bed in an exhausted heap. After a few minutes of catching my breath i wiped some of the sweat off my face, then stood up and began gathering the dildos to wash up. I cleaned them all lovingly in the kitchen sink full of hot soapy water, then arrayed them on the shelf next to the window to dry. The morning sunshine was now fully illuminating the apartment. I retrieved the little Curly~Q (#28) from the toybox and slid it easily into my receptive butthole. Its special shape allowed it to nestle comfortably inside me without slipping back out. I lied back down on the bed, intending to nap again. The next album by The Irresistible Force began to play: Flying High, which begins with the song "Spiritual High". This song starts with a soothing recording of a man's pleasant voice, encouraging the listener to meditate. Breathing slowly, flexing my ass muscles gently on my buttplug, luxuriating in the exquisitely incomparable music by my favorite ambient sound diabolist, i listened to his words as i began drifting into a different state of mind:
The first phase of our exercise is Relaxing Through Concentration.
Place a thin mat upon the floor; or if your floor is carpeted, this will do as well.
Now stretch out on the floor, lying flat on your back.
Close your eyes and let them remain shut during this portion of the exercise.
Do not shift for a comfortable position, for soon when the muscles of your body are relaxed they will act as your cushion.
As you lie flat with your eyes shut, listen to all the sounds that are taking place around you; there are many.
As you concentrate on these sounds, in amongst them all is one which you will find most pleasant to your ears.
By shutting out all the other sounds around you, concentrate on this one sound.
Take a few moments, and listen....
At some point during Flying High my meditation changed over to actual sleep again. When i awoke from this next nap Tony was up and about. I told him about the relaxing fun i'd had as i finished cleaning up the playspace and deposited the sheets and towels in the laundry. We took a small pizza from the freezer, popped it in the oven, and had a delicious 'brunch' twenty minutes later. Then i took another long shower, washed my rubber jockstrap by hand, and told Tony "It's my intention to do some of this laundry today." He was lying on my bed at noon, watching some television as i spent a while sorting all the heaps of laundry. I took my usual prescription medications, then said, "Maybe i'll just lie down with you for a little while." But i was so exhausted, i actually fell asleep and stayed in bed for the entire afternoon, until well after sunset. It was around 20:00PST when i woke up, so i decided to take the next handful of pills with a big glass of water, and i ate a Cadbury Caramello bar. Tony was at his desk, playing around on his iMac.
I lied down on his bed behind him, and unintentionally fell right back to sleep. I must have been incredibly exhausted, because i didn't wake up until after 03:00PST Tuesday morning (March 14th). I got up to pee ("It's hard to piss when i've got a boner," i told him with a laugh as i sat on his toilet and pushed my semi-stiff cock downward.) Then i lied on his bed again, imagining that i would get up very soon. However, Tony came to bed with me and i fell back to sleep yet again. When i finally woke up Tuesday at noon, i had set a new personal record: twenty-eight out of the previous thirty-two hours had been spent sound asleep!
It seems to me that during the past few years (as i'm now in my mid-thirties) the gradual encroachment of AIDS has led to certain changes in my physical behavior, most notably the amount of rest which i require in order to function at all. When i was young, i could subsist on a mere seven or eight hours of sleep per day; now that requirement has nearly doubled, and i ordinarily rest for about eleven or twelve hours. Sometimes when i get a bit of exercise (whether it's in the form of toy-bouncing, or getting fucked by Tony, or just going out and doing some shopping and errands) a little extra rest is then necessary to compensate, perhaps involving another nap and some more hours lying in front of the TV doing next to nothing.
But sometimes-- especially after i've had a few consecutive days with lots of physical exertion, sweating and romping with my big dildos-- i need a tremendous amount of extra sleep. And so i have these Rip Van Wynkle episodes, losing entire days on the calendar while unconscious. I was quite disoriented when i finally got up Tuesday, and i had to check my computer, my watch, and the calendars hanging on the wall several times in order to convince myself that it was truly March 14th. "A whole day-- vanished! As though i wasn't even there," i said to myself. The basket of laundry still sat there, unwashed, reminding me of where i'd left off before losing an entire day to unconsciousness.
I brewed a lovely pot of MJB Colombian coffee, and chewed on a handful of chocolate-covered espresso beans. I took my usual handful of AIDS medications, then sat at my iMac and caught up on a couple days of e-mail and webcomics. The OS X Software Update had a PowerPC Security Update which required me to reboot my computer for the first time all week. I played some music by Juno Reactor, and saw my friend Kelly online. He lives in Chicago, and we chatted briefly using the iChat/AIM software, and he asked to hear all my Ella Fitzgerald albums. So i transferred the entire directory to him, a total of four titles of which one was a double-album. "The audio quality is a little scratchy on some," i told him, "because the original vinyl records had been played so many hundreds of times since Tony bought them thirty or forty years ago. Then they were recorded on VHS Hi-Fi analogue tape. Then i ripped the tapes a few years ago to make digital copies and compressed them into MP3 format. So now you're getting the fourth-generation copy of material which wasn't necessarily all that dynamic originally." Ella is one of my favorite vocalists ever, and i always enjoy humming and singing along with her incomparable playful swinging, scatting, and crooning.
Fully awake and invigorated, i spent the afternoon writing about how happy i've been. Thank you, friends. Thank you, MixMaster Morris. Thank you, dildos. Thank you, drugs. Thank you, body.
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