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2006 May 12th Friday 18:18PDT
touching each other in harmony
Wednesday night May 10th i consumed lots of caffeine and felt energized; i intended to engage in a great deal of exercise. I also had some THC and Kava in addition to my usual prescription medications. On the stereo in the east room i played the two-disc masterpiece Timeless by Goldie. The fabulous drum-and-bass music lifted my mood as i spent a long time in my bathroom using my shower-shot to douche thoroughly, and i meticulously cleaned my body inside and out. I enjoyed plenty of enema activity, a good shower and washing of my hair (which is shaven to a mere fraction of an inch), brushing of teeth, and application of Mupirocin antibiotic lotion and topical Triamcinolone steroids to the spots on my skin which needed some assistance with AIDS-related aggravations.
When i was confident that my ass was squeaky clean i slathered lubricant on my Purple Silicone toy and reamed myself happily (item #39, info). In the bright lights of the bathroom i saw myself reflected in the mirrors and thought i was superficially looking pretty good. A couple minor blemishes (perhaps from my usual antibiotic-resistant staphylococcus) were barely noticeable, and i thought "overall, this is probably as healthy as i'm ever going to appear." Rapidly poking my asshole with the Purple toy was a fun way to begin opening up and it verified that my rectum was impeccably clean. The music by Goldie came to an end, so i migrated my activities to the northwest room. There i covered my large bed with plastic sheets, then old towels, then old cotton sheets, protecting the furniture from any potential splashes of jizz, piss, sweat, and other exuberant fluids.
At midnight i put one of my favorite albums on the stereo, and Thursday morning May 11th began. The music which wafted from the Cerwin-Vega and KLH speakers surrounding the northwest room was It's Tomorrow Already by the Irresistible Force (MixMaster Morris). I sat comfortably against some old pillows and gazed out the window at the clouds which were illuminated from behind by the nearly full moon. For a while i meditated with the Silicone embedded up my butt, then i craved more stimulation so i fetched the Inflatable Vibrating Buttplug from the toybox (IVB= item #27). Delicious songs flowed around me ("Another Tomorrow", "Fish Dances", "Playing Around With Sound") while i fiddled with the IVB's speed-dial, raising and slowing its buzzing vibrations as i inflated and deflated it inside my ass. Gradually flexing my limbs, i stretched and bent my extremities to methodically 'warm up' my body with the intention of making my activities become more and more vigorous.
The next dildo i used was the Bird (item #48, info). I placed this tall black polyvinyl buddy behind myself as i knelt on the bed, holding it between my feet and steadying it with one hand as i lowered myself onto it. I had plenty of crisco up my ass and lots of liquid-K-Y on the dildo so its smooth surface was easily able to slide in and out of my increasingly happy hole. As the title track of It's Tomorrow Already swirled and sparkled around me, i humped up and down with gleeful abandon, and enjoyed about seven or eight inches of the Bird as the slippery stuffing brought a smile to my face and occasional giggles from my throat.
When the incomparably beautiful melodies from MixMaster Morris were finished i took a short break. I wiped off some grease, washed my hands and arms in the kitchen sink, and made a nice hot cup of green tea with honey. I took another capsule of kavalactones and another Marinol (cannabinoids), then returned to my playspace in the northwest room. In the iTunes playlist on my iMac i queued several hours of fabulous music which i'd acquired during recent weeks. I started the G-Force visualizer plug-in which creates phantasmagorical patterns on the monitor by sampling the audio and incorporating graphics which i'd seeded in its subfolders. The only other lights in the room were the soft blue, green, and red lamps in one corner below some posters by Susan Seddon Boulet, and the Lava Lamp which was gently glowing in another corner (a gift from Tony who'd originally bought it thirty-five years ago when he was in college). The skies outside the eight-foot wide window were almost totally overcast, but some soft moonlight did make its way through the atmosphere.
The two core members of Dubtribe Sound System call themselves Sunshine and Moonbeam. Dubtribe created many beautiful compositions during their fifteen year career, but if i had to choose a favorite i would probably pick "The Tree, The Ladder, The Chariot And The Self". This exquisite ambient work is over one-half hour in duration, and its rapturous ambience seemed to magically mesmerize me, putting me into an extremely receptive mood. As my mind floated along the musical notes and i was enchanted by the peaceful voice woven into the song i chose to focus my physical activities on one of the greatest treasures i've ever known: my friend Bam (item #4, info). Slowly, methodically, with self-assurance which comes from years of practise, i rode Bam deeper and deeper, sometimes taking his entire length inside my ass until my haunches were pressed against his 'scrotum'. I could lift myself up and down as i knelt over him, then i would switch to a position lying sideways and ream him pleasantly into my backside as i hefted him in one hand then the other. His suction-cup enabled me to affix him to a smooth plank which i wedged between the wall and the side of the bed, so he hung about ten or twelve inches above the sheets as i backed onto him on my hands and knees. Shifting back and forth from casual swaying to rapid jamming, i shpongled myself enthusiastically with my gorgeous buddy Bam.
It's difficult to explain clearly to most people how and why this object, this solid piece of rubber, this inanimate thing is so truly special to me. All i can say is: he fits me perfectly, and i feel right when i am on him, when he is in me, when we are together. We complement each other so exactly, it's just the way it should be.
The next song by Dubtribe was "Physical And Kabalistic Forces Of Creation". Feeling more energized by the caffeine and definitely more stoned from the THC, i became eager to engage in physical activity which was even more demanding. I had already worked up quite a sweat with Bam and the other toys, but now i was crazed with lust. The next object from the toybox was the world's largest vibrating rubber dong, my buddy Krakatoa (item #10, info). As the music twinkled and hummed i squatted atop the enormous dong and jammed myself down and up with as much speed as i could muster. I twisted his pink plastic speed-dials to their maximum setting and was thrilled by the buzzing which shivered up my backside through my spine and outward across my body while i impaled myself on the enormous toy and bounced with all my strength. Flinging myself madly with lust as i growled and drooled, i devoted myself intently and almost mindlessly to Krakatoa's powers. Finally when my knees were tired and i hadn't the strength to hump about any longer, i deactivated his vibrations and ripped him from my happy ass.
I settled back against the pillows and let the frenzied feelings recede as i calmed down a few notches and toyed with the Bird again. The next song by Dubtribe was "Weiss-Kopf In Pardess: Buildingblocks Of Creation", a somewhat beatless fabrication of haunting synthetic voices. I could feel a sheen of perspiration over all my skin as i let myself grow more calm again. I gripped the Bird with both hands and proceeded to casually slide the first two or three segments in and out of my butthole. I also applied a few daubs of some Slam Dunk lubricant which is a greasy substance containing some oil of clove, causing a slightly warm sensation in my anus as i pushed that cream inside myself.
At this point Tony emerged from the northeast room where he'd been napping, and indicated that he was eager to join me for some romping around. The next album by Dubtribe started to play: Baggage, filling the playspace with happy uptempo beats, sweet lyrics, and catchy melodies. Although i'd been engaged in some monstrous ass-reaming i indicated that i needed to slow things down slightly and work a bit more gently with some of the smaller equipment for a while. So Tony lubed the Purple Silicone and kindly worked it into my ass as we lied next to each other in comfortable positions, shifting and snuggling, occasionally kissing each other passionately.
After a few songs on Baggage had played and i felt like i'd regained my strength, we moved into positions for some far more spirited frolicking. I was on my hands and knees with a pillow stuffed beneath my stomach for support as my face was down against the bed, and Tony kneeled behind me with full access to my asshole. The next toy which we used was the segmented black polyvinyl dildo named Moonbeam (item #50, info). I'd named this dong after "the Moon/ 1~Circles" Terminal tile from the MahJong oracle, and it was only a coincidence that it shared the same moniker as the musical artist. With joyful enthusiasm Tony pounded the pointy plaything into me as i groaned and bucked. Every muscle of my body seemed to be trying to orient itself so i could accept maximum penetration. It's not easy to describe the intensity with which i desired to take every millimeter possible, wishing to absorb each gesture and thrust maximally as Tony lovingly poked and prodded.
Shifting our positions slightly several times, we avoided getting stiff or cramped from remaining in any particular posture too long. The next humongous dildo which we fetched from the toybox was Spelunker (item #19, info). This long, flexible, squeezable toy is wide and hefty, with a fabulously intricate texture to its surface. I inhaled a few hits of poppers as Tony began working most of Spelunker's length in and out of my ass. It felt really mind-blowing when he sometimes popped it all the way out, causing my hole to gape wide open for a split-second before tightening back up; then he'd forcefully jam it back through my sphincter and plunge it deeply into me over and over. These zealous exercises made me gasp and groan as i strained to keep up with his diabolical pace.
The lovely sounds of Dubtribe finished and the next musical masterpiece began to play. This was a recent session by MixMaster Morris from the Blue Room broadcast a few weeks earlier, and he'd made it available for download (link on his MySpace blog). As this incredible musical journey filled our playspace for the next twenty minutes we fucked, kissed, dildoed, laughed, and rolled around euphorically. Morris worked clever samples of various voices and lyrics into the mix:
...in these exciting days there are many ways to travel...
[well, our favorite way to travel is what we call "soul transportation"]
...when we were kids folks called it "daydreaming". Some people call it "meditation"...
...you just sort of relax, and let your head go where it wants to...
[and sometimes a favorite mantra can help you get started]
...now slowly come together...
...and just relax. Keep it cool...
...now close your eyes...
...when we were kids folks called it "daydreaming". Some people call it "meditation"...
Don't you know that I love you?
Don't you know that I care?
Winter gone, snow is melting.
You are here, you are mine, you are spring in the air.
You don't have to try... you don't even have to listen... you just have to be together... and it'll all happen... it'll all happen...
...the voices... seeing things moving through my room at night... dark shapes forming out of the desert sands... dark rooms... aliens... anal probes... Yes! You heard it. Yes! It's true...
...certain things have been happening... the unexplained phenomena...
people care about music... want a vibrant, diverse music culture to happen...
our mind is music... our body is music... nature is music...
everything is made up of music...
all that's beneath us, around us, above us is music...
all is music, it's all music
don't you know we are close to all this music...
living, moving music...
oh, all hope I have is music...
all, all, all is music, it's music...
love, love is music...
peace, peace is music...
hope, it's music, it's all music, music...
love and peace are music...
our mind and body are music...
nature and everything is music...
our hope is music, our mind and body are music...
the nature in which we live is music...
the nature that we're made of is music...
all that's beneath us, around us, is music, above us is music, that surrounds us is music...
all, all is music, don't you know we are close to all this music...
living this music, our hope is music
love is music
peace is music
it's ALL music
our mind is music, our body is music, nature that we live and breathe is music
nature is music, nature that made us is music
oh, music...
all that is beneath us, around us, above us, surrounds us, is music
oh, it's music, music...
I do a lot with consciousness... When electricity flows through our bodies, we touch each other, and electricity becomes sound. Touch... is like togetherness-- touching bodies, touching minds-- and what a great way to make music... To focus your aim on touching each other's body, coming together, and thus producing sound, it's like there's an artistic result from touching...
A way of bringing everybody more together, more close?
Yes! Definitely! Uh huh... with touching each other and also touching ourselves, without any reserve, and also touching each other in harmony, is great... In other words, this touch 'gimmick', as i have it, is actually producing sound when you are touching.
Thank you very much, Bruce...
How can i express the admiration and goodwill i feel towards the ingenious MixMaster Morris? If he'd been present, i would have kissed, fucked, and dildoed him with all of the most earnest and intense delight i could have shown. Tony and i rollicked and played amidst the swirling ambience, shoving Spelunker up my ass as we pressed against each other and kissed lustfully.
The next album in the queue began to play: Encantado by System 7. The pale light of dawn was beginning to illuminate the room. At my request Tony switched from Spelunker back to the Purple Silicone, and drilled me skillfully with the smooth straight toy. Tony's cock was jutting erect all the while, as he just loves to jam on my ass and he gets so turned on when we are playing this way. "Please oh please oh please i want your cock," i begged. He began alternating back and forth between the Purple and his penis, sliding one then the other into me as i was on my hands and knees with my ass pointing up toward him and my face down against the sheets. He would slide the Purple inside, wiggle it back and forth a few inches, then yank it out and suddenly stuff his dick into me instead. He'd slam his crotch against my ass a few times, pumping me with abandon; then he'd pop his penis back out and replace it with the Purple. Over and over he pleasured me this way as i begged for his cock desperately.
Then, much to our delight, he got both into me at the same time. He was sticking his cock all the way into me, then i moaned with surprise as he managed to slide the Silicone dildo in alongside it. This double-penetration stretched me widely and filled me with a powerful satisfaction. He thrust and slammed against me, then yanked the Purple back out. As i shimmied my body downward into a more prone position he increased the speed of his pounding into my asshole. I know he loves fucking me from behind, and sure enough it was only a few minutes later when he began to moan. "You're gonna make me cum," he growled a couple times. "Oh... oh yeah... i'm cummin' in your hole... i'm cummin' in your hot ass!" he hissed as i felt the powerful throbbing far inside. The pace of his thrusts slowed and i knew my butt was full of his jizz. He came to a stop atop me and we lied there, sweating, panting, heads spinning in the ambient sounds of System 7, happy.
I was tremendously exhausted from all the night's activities. I fetched the Curly~Q from the toybox (item #28, info). This small hard plug nestled perfectly in my satisfied asshole as i went about cleaning up the playspace. I removed the batteries from the vibrators in order to keep them safe during the cleaning process. I gathered all the greasy dildos and left them soaking in the kitchen sink full of warm soapy water while i picked up the room. Raunchy cotton sheets and damp towels went into the laundry, and the plastic sheets underneath were wiped off, folded up, and stored away. I scrubbed my dildos and buttplugs lovingly with a sudsy sponge, rinsed them all completely, then placed them on a tray by the open window to dry. I hummed happily to the sounds of System 7 as i walked around with the little white Q stuck up my butt. When everything was tidy we went to the northeast room and lied down on Tony's bed in front of his television.
I slept all day Thursday (May 11th) for about nine hours as i was completely wiped out by the exercise. When we got up in the evening we brewed a pot of coffee, then i heated some leftover Papa Murphy's pizza in the oven. After our meal my friend Kenny telephoned from Massachusetts and we had a pleasant conversation. Although i was only awake for a few hours, exhaustion overtook me Thursday night. We watched some television while lying on my bed, and i soon fell back to sleep for another six hours. I woke up Friday morning (May 12th) and found Tony on his bed in front of his television. He had napped a little bit, then used his iMac for a few hours, and was now resting again. I joined him there and was able to sleep for another six hours all thru Friday afternoon. It seems like every time i get a few hours of exercise my body needs to compensate with dozens of extra hours of sleep during the subsequent couple days. I've noticed this pattern has become increasingly common during the past few years as my physical activities are gradually reduced but my slumber is extended more and more. I'm sure my age is partly a factor-- after all, i'm thirty-five now, and i can't expect to be the same as when i was in my twenties. But mostly i suspect that having HIV for over sixteen years is the primary cause for my increasing fatigue. That's okay-- i am obviously able to enjoy myself tremendously anyway.
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