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2007 May 28th Monday 16:20PDT
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Friday afternoon May 25th i was feeling energetic, so i spent a while douching with my shower-shot in the south bathroom until my colon was immaculate, then played with some of my favorite dildos. I started with the Purple Silicone (#39) which was an excellent smooth item for quickly coaxing my anus open with a combination of greasy Slam Dunk and water-based lubricants. Satisfied with the impeccable cleanliness of my hungry orifice, i chose my favorite ass-blaster Bam from my collection of rubber dongs (#4, also #4, and he's 13 inches long) then proceeded to fuck myself wildly with him. His suction-cup held him firmly to the bathtub and i squatted down on him, pushed his head into my butthole and stretched myself wide open, then thrust my haunches up and down rapidly so he slammed me all the way in and out. This felt like marvelous exercise for the muscles of my legs, and i also used the strength of my arms while holding the edges of the tub, lifting and lowering myself as fast as i could manage. I was so horny and Bam was so awesome, he made me orgasm within a quarter of an hour, literally pumping the semen out of me with the intense stuffing thrusts. I stopped and caught my breath for a few minutes, but i was crazed with lust and knew i needed an entire day of fantastic ass blasting.
I set up my playspace by our largest window where the dazzling afternoon sunshine filled the northwest room. I covered my bed with old sheets so i could romp about, freely splashing lube, sweat, and any jizz or piss which might squirt from me. The Denon amplifier powered two Cerwin-Vega front speakers, two KLH rear speakers, and an Advent center speaker, as i queued some favorite music on my iMac. The first album i chose was Living in a Giant Candle Winking at God by the Transit Kings, a collaboration between members of the Orb and the KLF. As i lolled around with Bam atop the bed the fantastic songs encouraged me to squat, bounce, heave and hump with glee. The sunlight was extremely warm as it shone directly on my face and i became very sweaty. I was high on Marinol, i'd drank some tea with caffeine, and i'd taken a couple capsules of Kavalactones, so my mood was especially giggly and bright. Frequently shifting my positions and motions during each song, i tried to exercise all of my body without straining any particular area too much. After eighteen years with the AIDS virus i find that most days i'm too tired for much physical exertion, but Friday i was feeling unusually spunky and remarkably happy to prance about.
The next album which twinkled and chimed forth from the surround speakers was one of my all-time favorites: It's Tomorrow Already by the Irresistible Force. High as a kite and dizzy as a butterfly, i laughed and rolled around the bed as i jammed Mister Bam into my hungry asshole and frolicked to the faeryland melodies which rumbled and jumbled throughout the playspace. On the iMac a slideshow was displaying erotic photos of some of my favorite adult performers, and i was very turned on by images of Chad Adams fisting, fucking, and dildoing with his powerful male friends. In one particular series of pictures, Chad was playing with a massive dildo which is sometimes sold in stores as the 'Jumbo Jack' or as the 'Super Mega Dildo'; i have an identical item in my collection, and i call it Krakatoa (#10 and #10). Mine originally had two vibrating 'eggs' embedded inside, but they had ceased functioning many months ago, and i'd severed the power cord. Now Krakatoa no longer buzzed, but he was tremendously fun nevertheless. I grabbed my version of this enormous ass-toy and placed him behind myself as i knelt on the bed. Pushing my ass down onto him, grunting and sweating and laughing, i shoved him deep into my hole and proceeded to ride him frenetically as the Irresistible Force filled the room with a magical ambience.
Years ago when i first began playing with this size of dildo i was only able to stuff him about seven or eight inches deep inside my rectum. But with much practise and determination, i find that nowadays i can occasionally take him even farther inside myself, perhaps to ten inches. Friday as the blazing sun shone on me and the diabolical melodies sparkled, i found myself "dancing" (kneeling, squatting, bouncing, pushing and penetrating) on Krakatoa, the toy which i'd named after the loudest volcanic explosion in recorded history. When the song Fish Dances was swirling and smiling all around me, i heard samples of the voice of Alan Watts floating through those moments of stoned ecstasy. "Fish dances... rock dances... plant dances... star dances... and strange animal scenes.... Insect dances... elephant dances... crocodile dances... You-- yes you!-- are the fabulous light... You-- yes you!-- dance in me... forever and ever...." Inhaling a whiff of poppers, i threw myself into a frenzy of buttslamming pulsating festivity. Celebrating joyfully, forcing the dildo as far as possible up my ass, i erupted into my second orgasm of the day, spewing my semen across the sheets and all over my crotch.
A few moments later as i pulled Krakatoa all the way out of my ass he made me squeal involuntarily when his flared head emerged back through my anus. I caught my breath for a few minutes, lying in the sun, panting and sweating and smiling as the music continued. With paper towels i wiped away some of the grease, then washed my dildos in the kitchen sink. I enjoyed a drink of Shasta sugar-free cola with caffeine, then felt like playing some more. I was very stoned. The next musical selection which began was There Is Enough For Everyone by the Starseeds. I was running out of energy as my legs and back were becoming a little tired, but i was so horny i just had to fling myself into further ass action.
One of my toys which is almost identical to Krakatoa is the World's Largest Vibrating Red Jelly Dong (#59). One of his two internal 'eggs' had ceased vibrating recently (i really do wear out these devices!), but the 'egg' near his base still buzzed gently as i activated its controller. Lounging against a couple big old pillows in various comfortable positions on the bed, i spent about an hour working the Jelly Dong deep into my ass with glee. The dildo is extremely thick and perhaps quite near the limits of my physical capacities for anal-stretchability, so it was rather challenging at times to penetrate eight or nine inches into my rectum with that device. I was kind of 'running out of steam' after a while, so i decided to switch back to my buddy Bam, as i always find i can accomodate him beautifully.
While i still had the strength to heave my body up and down, i devised a technique which worked marvelously. I have a large wooden plank which is smooth and coated with latex paint on one side. I wedged this board between the side of the bed and the wall, then i was able to affix Bam to this by using his strong suction-cup base. He protruded perpendicularly about eight or nine inches above the bed, sticking outward and drooping down because of his great weight. Then i crammed one of the smaller old pillows up underneath Bam against the wall. Turning my back to the wall, i knelt with my legs on each side of the pillow and pushed Bam up to my butthole, penetrating deeply as i backed against him. Now i had the dildo stuffed tremendously deep inside my ass as i rested my weight downward against the pillow, and i was able to fuck myself this way by simply humping up and down a few inches with the strength of my upper legs and knees. Bam remained firmly stuck to the plank against the wall, and sometimes i made bigger heaving motions, causing him to slide six or seven inches back and forth inside my quivering rectum.
Although i was barely able to lean back and let my head rest against the wall, i could not really remain comfortably in that posture for long because the angle of Bam's penetration forward and upward into my asshole was pushing me to lean forward to feel more pleasurably stuffed. The area between my ass-crack and crotch was pressed very firmly against the old pillow, and as i slowly rubbed my cock i caused my testicles to press back and forth against the front of the pillow. Then i took the giant Red Jelly vibrator and centered it directly in front of my crotch. I placed its base up against the front edge of the pillow and leaned its head so it was wedged up against the underside of my scrotum and the area of my perineum.
Slowly rocking up and down to the rhythm of the Starseeds, i fucked my ass intensely while the huge buzzing Jelly Dong vibrated firmly along the muscles between my crotch and the point of Bam's penetration. My legs, hips, back and shoulders were becoming exhausted from the day's exertions, but i couldn't stop rocking in the throes of ecstatic dildo love. I took another whiff from the bottle of poppers and my head spun dizzily. While Regina From The Future sang "Be Free... be open!... Be Free!..." i moaned and cried with joy. Pushing my balls against the buzzing red monster, thrusting downward so Bam pushed deeply toward my heart, i squeezed my dick and groaned quietly as my semen squirted across the pillow, sheets, and along the vibrator. This third orgasm on Friday was powerful and stunning. I shivered in amazement, head in a fog, as the melody swallowed me and my tensions dissolved amidst the straining and slowing motions of my body.
Still rocking gently as Bam continued filling my unquenchable hole, i stared at the white blobs of cum which had landed on the base of the vibrator where its power cord protrudes from the underside of the rubber. With a great final heaving motion i yanked my body suddenly upward and off the length of Bam with an involuntary yowl as my ass was suddenly emptied of his massive penetration, imagining the void tugging at my heart inside out. I collapsed forward and sideways onto the sheets, then smeared my face into my jizz, lapping it up as i rolled around for a minute, laughing and crying at the same time. Bam continued to stay stuck to the plank against the wall and leaned atop the sticky pillow. I deactivated the giant Jelly vibrator and lay there catching my breath.
A live album by Bugge Wesseltoft began to play as i gathered my wits and began cleaning up the playspace. I lovingly washed my big rubber toys and left them by the window to dry. I stripped the grease- and jizz-coated sheets and pillowcases from the bed and tossed them in the laundry, then casually tidied the room as the sun set behind Vancouver Island. After cleaning the lube and cum off myself, i lied down on the bed with fresh sheets and took a nap for a couple hours.
After midnight Tony and i listened to the K&D Sessions by Kruder & Dorfmeister while we made some dinner. We put together a lovely salad of lettuce, carrot, celery, bell pepper, cucumber, and ranch dressing with extra sour cream; and we shared a toasted sandwich with chicken, cheese, tomatoes and parsley. The exquisite sounds of that most wonderful classic compilation of lounge music were a gift to me about eight years ago from my (now deceased) friend Shawn McFetridge. He was one of the best friends of my entire life, and he had excellent taste in music. We had lived together for a number of years in Vermont, and he used to enjoy sharing pleasant music, good marijuana, and other treasures with me and Tony.
For dessert Tony and i ate some slices of pumpkin pie from the Fred Meyer bakery. We lied around in front of the television for a few hours; we generally deactivate the TV audio and turn on the closed-captioning, while we choose to listen to albums on the stereo instead of the dull chatter of most television broadcasts. We watched some professional poker players on A-Channel from Victoria and some mindless broadcasts on the CBC from Vancouver, as music by Dubtribe Sound System filled the room. I love their two-disc Archive Volume Two Ambient 1994 which contains several incredible songs, such as Memory (Part One) (sixteen minutes long), and the amazing The Tree, The Ladder, The Chariot And The Self (nearly thirty-one minutes). Lying there with my best friend Tony, satisfied and relaxed, worn out from my day of exciting pleasures, i was supremely happy and blissful. Global Chillage by the Irresistible Force was next, and i closed my eyes as my favorite ambient sound diabolist filled the room with gentle pulsations of audible joy. On the final track Manifesto i tried (as always) to discern the words within the weird vocal samples. I'm not sure, but i think it said: "It never changes much, but it never stops changing...."
I fell asleep as Flying High coaxed me into dreamland. About ten hours later i awoke just before 4:20 on Saturday afternoon May 26th. The arpeggiations of Waterfall Cities by Ozric Tentacles played on the stereo as i lied there masturbating while rain showers gently sprayed against the window. After i orgasmed, Tony awoke and he was horny too, so he began pushing his hard cock up against my ass-crack. Despite my having already cum a few minutes earlier, his dick felt so good in my ass and it made me get hard again as a few more small trickles of post-ejaculatory fluids dripped from the tip of my penis. He tried to fuck me for as long as possible but as it felt so good he only lasted about ten minutes until he blew his load of sperm up my butthole. I just love an ass full of happy juice. When we got out of bed we had coffee and blueberry muffins while Orbus Terrarum by the Orb rumbled and rollicked around the apartment. I swallowed my usual heap of AIDS medications including a capsule of Marinol, then spent much of the evening at my iMac, reading, browsing erotica on the internet, and masturbating.
I listened to Toward The Unknown Region by Torch Song, then Prima Materia by Evan Bluetech. Masturbating again, i had another orgasm while watching some video clips on Fisting Central. Then Tony and i listened to his classic 1971 vinyl LP of Zero Time by Tonto's Expanding Head Band while having some more snacks.
I occasionally enjoy visiting the Council for Secular Humanism's Web Site, because i'm a proud atheist and humanist. An op-ed was posted about The Seductions of Misbelief, excerpted from the Editor's Introduction to The New Encyclopedia of Unbelief. Although it would be easy to quibble about some of Tom Flynn's overgeneralizations, i found myself in almost complete agreement with the gist of his opinions, and i think his observations were basically true. This particular passage resonated with me:
This brings us to what is perhaps the most fundamental difference between believers and unbelievers: whereas most traditional religious believers claim to attach primary importance to eternity, unbelievers necessarily attach primary--indeed, sole-- importance to this life. Hence the sick anguish many of us feel as we watch our believing fellow citizens throw away vast chunks of their only lives-- lives whose precious, solitary finitude their faiths render them powerless to grasp.
And that summarizes rather accurately my feelings ("sick anguish") about the sad way religious people hinder human progress because of their misbeliefs and misapprehensions. But such is life, and i can only live it in my own way, expressing my atheism while tolerating the billions of humans who choose to live in a fog of imaginary religious nonsense and unnecessary strife. I think they're dismal, but i don't go around trying to impose my viewpoints upon anybody; i can only say what i think, and hope that the state of human affairs will gradually improve as intelligence and education banish superstition and religion.
Intelligence is the opposite of faith. Education is the opposite of religion.
Somehow i continued to be extremely libidinous all weekend, so i masturbated two more times Sunday morning, then went back to bed with Tony. We slept all day and were finally awake after 5pm. May 27th was the big day for the annual Ski to Sea event in Bellingham, and most of the activities were over by the time we looked out the windows at the kayakers on the Bay. I snapped a few photos of people paddling past the markers near the international pier as they were near the end of their race, and posted them to my Flickr photo-stream: Teledildonix's photosets - Ski to Sea, 2007 May 27th - Teledildonix's geotagged photos on a Map.
I watched some videos by Jeff Palmer and masturbated to another orgasm Sunday evening. He might be full of nonsense about "faith" and HIV health-related issues, but he is one fucking amazing pornstar. I listened to Warp 10+1 Influences, Warp 10+2 Classics 89-92, and Warp 10+3 Remixes for the rest of the evening while Tony and i just hung out enjoying the peace and comfort of our home. Friday's physical activities had really fatigued me, so i was quite inert for the rest of the long weekend.
After sleeping about five hours on my bed, i awoke Monday morning May 28th (Memorial Day) from a few pointless dreams which i could barely recall. In some of the dreams, i'm in a kitchen which is similar to my grandmother's, Marian Tobin's kitchen at her big house in Underhill; Estelle Getty is a senile old lady here, and i ask her whether she wants coffee or tea; she requests tea, and i begin to make it, drawing water from the tap into the teakettle my grandmother used to use. In another dream, i have arachnophobia, and i'm using the vacuum cleaner to get rid of cobwebs; i have the dusting brush attachment at the end of the long metal tubing, and i'm going around corners of different rooms, sucking up the spiderwebs (many of which contain little spiders) but no matter how much i work, there are always more, i never finish this task of getting rid of the creepy spiders. In another dream, i am ice skating, i seem to be very good as this activity; i do jumps and twirls and glide across the ice in winter; there are spectators, and many other skaters around me; my parents and some other people are on the sidelines; i don't know if they see me; my older sister sees me, i think she is also skating, we are talking to each other but i don't remember the words we spoke; my ankles feel strong, and i seem to be able to skate and jump endlessly, never tiring, no matter how fast or how far i go. None of these dreams had any significance to me. I went to Tony's room where he was lying on his bed, and went back to sleep next to him for another five hours.
When i awoke in the mid-afternoon there were five aircraft flying around in formation, barely visible in the distance several miles beyond the Bellingham International Airport. I wasn't sure if they were having an air show here in Whatcom County because they seemed rather far away, so i thought possibly they were based at the Abbotsford airport in British Columbia, a couple dozen miles north of Bellingham, as there are occasionally such events there in the Fraser Valley. I could faintly hear their engines a few times, but then i turned on the stereo while i brewed a pot of coffee and puttered around the kitchen. Fast Asleep by Funki Porcini was a gentle and pleasant choice as i savored the arabica and woke up.
Tony awoke shortly before 4:20pm and wandered into my vicinity. "Oh, you made coffee for me-- aren't you sweet."
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