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2007 August 22nd Wednesday 17:50PDT
seven orgasms in seventeen hours
On Sunday August 12th i was playing fast~5~faan MahJong online with some skillful opponents in the Lion's Lair and the player enalind won in a most spectacular way. She was trying to make a hand of All~Honours and we were being careful not to throw any dangerous discards which would have helped her; but with amazing luck she was able to self~pick the last~tile of the wall and thus earned 65536 Tile Points for her super tiles at the last possible moment.
Later that night i was playing with my good friends Piper and Trixie when Trixie had a magnificent stroke of good luck. She was trying to make a hand of All~Terminals, as she'd been dealt nine terminal tiles and quickly melded several pungs. We didn't want to discard any dangerous tile to her; but she melded a kong and her supplementary tile fortunately let her self~pick the limit with 65536 Tile Points for her perfect arrangement.
A few hours later as Tony and i were lying on my bed by the northwest window he was snoring and i was watching the sky. The annual Perseid meteor shower was visible despite all of the light here in the city of Bellingham, and i was able to see about a dozen bright streaks and flashes during the hours between 3:00a.m. and sunrise. Although rainshowers and clouds had been present earlier, they dissipated sufficiently to allow an excellent view of most of the heavens, and i watched the Big Dipper and other constellations twinkling above.
On Saturday August 18th i was playing MahJong with some nice people, including a lady Joanna (gdplayer) who was quite skillful. She was attempting to make a nice hand when she suddenly had an extremely rare and lucky moment: she was able to be Going Out with a Supplementary Tile which was also the Last Tile of the wall. Additionally, she had two dragon pungs, both her own flower and own season, and her tiles were in one semi~pure suit with honours and were arranged as all pungs. This created a total of 13 Faan, the Maximum, and so her amazing hand became a remarkable Limit with 4224 Tile Points. How unusual is that?!
On Sunday August 19th i had lots of extra sleep and i felt productive, so i decided to go out shopping. I went to the SouthSide Food Pavilion in Fairhaven and purchased a truckload of groceries. When i returned home i found that Tony had been busy doing housework, vacuuming the carpets and tidying our apartment. We had a lovely dinner of steak and tater tots with a huge salad containing many of the fresh vegetables i'd found at the Food Pavilion, and some ice cream for dessert. I got lots of extra sleep again Sunday night and Monday morning, and we didn't get out of bed until after noon on Monday the 20th. After our coffee and chocolate donuts Tony wanted to wash the floors so i helped move furniture out of the way as he mopped. I was very well-rested and i felt like every domestic chore of cleaning, shopping, and cooking had been completed, so i decided to devote Monday night to some intense sexercise.
Along with my usual AIDS medications and a lovely dose of Marinol (THC) i also had some kavalactones, and i spent a while in my bathroom using my shower-shot plumbing attachment to douche until i was meticulously clean. I used my electric clippers to shave my head again, leaving only my mohawk over the top which was now about a quarter-inch long. After a luxuriously long shower i felt like i was supremely hygienic inside and out. So around midnight in the tub i began probing my eager butthole with some of my insertable toys. First i gently used the Bronze Silicone (#38) to open my anus and start fucking carefully with the help of some Slam Dunk, Boy Butter, and K-Y lubricants. This felt great, and soon i was hungry for bigger stuffing.
Recently i'd been appraising the quality of some of the items in my collection to determine which had reached the ends of their lifespans due to gradual deterioration (as rubber is eventually damaged by oil-based lubes) and which might need replacing. I have a series of six black polyvinyl dildos which i'd acquired from MinotaurSF, and they were supposedly "compatible with all lubricants", because polymerized plastic ingredients should withstand usage much better than latex would. However, a couple of these seemed to be aging poorly as their surfaces were developing a slight flakiness and a grayish hint of discoloration. I've no idea why some would deteriorate while the others remained quite perfect, and i've always been fastidious about cleaning them well in warm soapy water and rinsing thoroughly after each use. So i played around briefly in the bathroom with Weep (#49) and the Heavens (#53) but i decided that i disliked the change in their surface textures. In the end i threw those two in the rubbish, although the other four i continued to keep because they did not seem to have any signs of wear and tear.
It was now a little bit after midnight, very early on Tuesday the 21st of August. As my butthole was feeling quite open and capable after probing with the Bronze, Weep, and the first few inches of the Heavens, i decided i was ready for some seriously energetic slamming with my favorite dildo, Bam (#4 & #4). Bam has a fabulous suction-cup base which allows me to affix him to any smooth surface, so i stuck him to the fiberglass wall of the shower and backed onto him. Leaning and yanking, rocking my hips and swaying at the knees, i fucked myself on this magnificent giant dong for a while, sighing with delight as his three-inch width penetrated me to a depth of almost ten inches. Then i stuck him to the bottom of the tub and squatted over him, lowering myself downward so he penetrated me vertically. In that position i used the muscles of my legs to heave myself up and down rapidly while i stroked my dick and squeezed my balls. Bouncing and grunting joyfully, Bam made me cum all over the tub.
I was feeling tremendously happy and far more physically capable than usual. Some of the good mood could, of course, be attributed to drugs-- i'm sure Marinol often affects my mental state. But mostly i believe Tuesday's joy and vim were simply because i was having a day of extremely good health. After almost eighteen years with HIV and a decade of AIDS complications, i've learned to treasure these occasions and to take advantage of any little bursts of vitality, usually by celebrating with my merry dildos.
After a brief break to catch my breath, wash up some toys, drink some juice, and fiddle with the stereo, i decided to play with Bam again in the bathroom. Sensuous by Cornelius had been playing, and then Dewdrops In The Garden by Deee-Lite was the next disc i'd selected (Music Selector Is The Soul Reflector!) and the east side of the apartment was filled with their joyful sounds. I slathered more K-Y on the surface of Bam and i pushed some BoyButter into my insatiable butthole, then placed Bam in the center of the floor. I squatted on him and pushed him into my ass as i lowered myself all the way down; then i held his base firmly and stood up straight and tall while retaining him all the way inside myself. I turned my back to the vanity and scooted my assfull of Bam over the edge of the counter until his suction-cup was positioned exactly at the corner. Now i had to stand on tip-toes in order to handle this extreme impalement as i was perched on my enormous dildo.
I am sufficiently tall to be able to lean forward and reach across to the opposite wall, and i braced myself with my left hand high on the wall while holding my right hand behind the bottom of Bam to prevent him from sliding anywhere. His suction-cup was quite effective at keeping him in his position at the corner of the smooth countertop. By carefully stretching and leaning while i used my feet and ankles to lift and lower myself a couple inches over and over, i proceeded to fuck myself intensely with this great toy in that spot. As i got into a rhythm i found myself landing harder and harder on my heels, enjoying the way Bam was forced all the way inside my rectum until my own perineum was jammed down against his 'scrotum'. His suction-cup prevented him from slipping around in that position despite the way i yanked my body up and down, back and forth, so i was able to use my right hand to squeeze my genitalia as i heaved my body to and fro. My feet and ankles were becoming a little tired from the strain of these motions, but i could not stop. As i grunted and panted earnestly i found a second orgasm being irresistibly yanked from me, slamming my body on Bam in this ridiculous position, and as i stroked my cock i ejaculated all over the clean bathroom floor.
Finally giving my feet a rest i came to a stop. Holding Bam's base i slipped forward a few inches until he came off the countertop, then immediately dropped into a squatting position on the floor. I raised my body a little, allowing myself to slide up off the giant dildo which remained stuck to the floor amidst the globs of semen. As he popped out of my ass a couple drips of BoyButter slopped onto my ankles and the floor; but my rectum was impeccably clean and ever-so-fuckable. After i caught my breath and sanity began to return i cleaned up my sticky mess and returned the bathroom to its pristine condition. Moving the party out of the east bathroom, i gathered Bam, the Bronze Silicone, the containers of lubricants, and set up my playspace on my bed by the northwest window.
I selected some music in a playlist on my iMac and enjoyed the magnificent sounds which emanated from the Cerwin-Vega, KLH, and Advent speakers surrounding the room. The Next Step is a wonderfully magical collection of music from the Instinct record label, and was the perfect accompaniment to my sky-high mood. My bed was covered with old sheets and towels so i could frolic uninhibitedly without worrying about where any jizz, piss, snot, sweat and snooge might land. The dim lighting consisted of the red, green, and blue lamps in one corner, the greenish-blueish-yellowish lava lamp in another corner, and the monitor displays. On the computer some pictures of hot sexy men flowed in a slideshow, while on the television i had a video playing on one of my VCRs which featured guys who were into fisting, big dildos, and lots of ass-tastic goodness.
As the clever and joyous sounds of artists such as Jimpster and Amon Tobin filled the room, i cavorted with my favorite dildo Bam. I have a smooth wooden plank which i wedged between the bed and the wall, and this was perfect for enabling me to position Bam at any height above the mattress. He hung pendulously about eight or nine inches over the bed as i crawled backwards on my hands and knees so he was up against my ass-crack. I pushed back until he penetrated me, sliding into my hungry hole and filling me with a treasured sensation whose satisfaction i cannot overstate. I leaned and wriggled my body carefully so i was able to pull up a couple of old pillows underneath my crotch and stomach; they provided comfort and support under my mid-section as i settled into this perfect position on my knees with my face down near the sheets. Stuffed magnificently in the rear, i inhaled a few whiffs of poppers and felt my head spinning as my eyes closed and the music swirled enchantingly around me.
The song At Home with the Snake by Spaceways was sparkling and drumming along as i flung myself to the rhythm. Heaving my body five or six inches forwards and backwards, my impalement on Bam was an incredibly satisfying fuck which is perhaps my most favorite solo activity in all my life. Although the images on the monitors were sexy and inspiring, i became so entranced by my actions with the dildo i forgot all about those screens as my eyes closed and i pressed my face into the sheets. Reaching under my crotch behind the pillows i squeezed my dick with one hand while pulling and stroking my balls with the other. Harder and harder, mindlessly losing myself until thoughts vanished and i was only pure sensation, i slammed myself on Bam. He was fucking me so deeply inside, filling me, satisfying me, creating a tingle so far up near my heart, it was like electricity was spreading from the tip of the magical rubber dong inside me and buzzing outward through my body. I suddenly became conscious of the fact that i was moaning softly as my breath and my heaving motions matched the tempo of the music. On the verge of tears, another orgasm convulsed me and sticky semen was pumped all over my fingers, the pillows, my crotch and stomach. My motions eventually ground to a stop as my breathing slowed, but i remained there face down on the bed with my ass stuck on Bam against the wall. I grew calm and i luxuriated in the complete sense of total satisfaction as i rested there, stuffed full of my beloved Bam, worn out by that third orgasm.
Eventually i raised myself forward and let Bam slip out of my ass with a soft gasp, feeling the familiar return of that emptiness that can only be satiated by a massive dildo. I got up and walked around a bit, stretching my legs and back and shoulders, wiping up with some paper towels. I washed my hands and arms in the kitchen sink then went to the fridge for a can of sugar-free cola with caffeine. Despite the Marinol and exercise i didn't really have an appetite, but i knew a few calories would be good for me; so i ate a couple of chocolate candies as i sat and relaxed for a while. I still yearned for more ass-action; i went to the bathroom to take a satisfying piss, then returned to the bed where Bam called to me, commanding me to obey the eternal need to be filled with him.
Dub Beautiful Collective is a most wonderful organization which has hours of interesting music available on their website. A variety of ambient artists who've performed live in the San Francisco Bay Area have material which can be downloaded, and i've enjoyed these sessions immensely. The next items in my playlist included Wavelord, ebbnflo, Adham Shaikh with Shankar, Gasp, Aes Dana, and Nalepa. The dulcet melodies and gentle beats filled my playspace with sorcerous feelings of soothing and floating. Although my muscles were tiring i still had some strength left. I smiled and laughed to myself silently as i pretended my motions were a sort of dance which was influenced by the exquisite tones surrounding me. The videotape finished and i shut off the television, and i turned off all the lights except the lava lamp. On the computer i activated the G-Force Visualizer for iTunes and the monitor was filled with soft swirling images whose shapes and vibrations flowed in synchronicity with the music. I pulled the wooden plank out from its position against the wall and laid it on the bed. I placed an old pillow against the wall at the back edge of the board, and another on the front edge. Then i affixed Bam perfectly upright near the center of this plank and knelt with my back to him. He was positioned between my ankles and i reached behind myself to guide him into my asshole once again as i pushed myself downward. With the pillows providing some comfort behind and in front of me i was now in a perfect spot to worship this magical dildo to my heart's content.
Inexorably my body needed to rock, to lift and lower myself a few inches as i enjoyed the exquisite sensation of Bam sliding up and down in my ass. Is there anything else in the world which feels this good? As the pulsations and whispers of spellbinding music transformed my private space into a soft pool of comfort i wiggled and humped with quiet glee. Over and over, countless thousands of times, Bam was jammed inside me. Muscles around my knees were exhausted but i could not stop. Tongu - Mbira Remix (Live) by Adham Shaikh twinkled around me, and samples of soft voices with matching drumbeats filled my mind with peaceful ideas. Was it Gandhi who said these things?
...all through history the way of Truth and Love has always won...
I drifted through these misty sounds, as though the notes were clouds and the drums were raindrops, washing over me as i slid back and forth, up and down, filling myself with Bam and squeezing my genitals. A faint cool breeze flowed in the northwestern window, coming up from the seashore below. The gelatinous blobs in the lava lamp slowly shimmied through their solvent, causing the light and shadows to shift in that corner of the room while in the other corner the G-Force on the iMac cast its soft colorful glow. At times like these i find i am able to discontinue the flow of verbalization inside my mind, and my thoughts give way to simple feelings. As sexy unspoken ideas shifted and partially materialized in my daydreams i continued humping on Bam, wishing for this enjoyment to last forever. But eventually the pounding of this great rubber device deep inside me created pulsations which became spasms matching the rhythms at which i stroked my penis and scrotum, and a fourth orgasm pumped out of me. It was less convulsive and forceful than those earlier, but perhaps even more deeply satisfying. Jizz dripped from my dick over my fingers onto the pillow and the smooth wooden board between my knees. My motions came to a stop, but i did not remove myself from the impalement for a long time. I knelt there catching my breath while Bam remained about nine inches up inside my ass. Finally, as the next song began to play, i lifted myself up with a groan and pulled myself sideways off the great dong, landing in a tired heap next to the plank and pillows. After a minute or two i made myself stand up and wipe up.
After a visit to the toilet to empty my bladder, i put another videocassette in the VCR, then returned to the bed and pushed the board out of the way as i sat back with a pillow against the wall. The Gate (#52) is one of my more flexible and bendable dildos. I pushed BoyButter into my butthole and slathered K-Y over the Gate's ribbed surface, then stuffed this black toy into my ass. It was quite a mindboggling sensation as his ridges slid through my anus, slightly difficult but not too rough. Although his dimensions are very similar to Bam's, the Gate felt rather different when i had eight or nine inches embedded in my rectum. Something about the way he flexes and bends might explain why he gives an entirely different sensation than Bam despite being nearly the same circumference and length. As several songs by Gasp flowed in a friendly way from the stereo speakers i pushed and wiggled the Gate in my asshole. Sitting and leaning in various comfortable positions against the pillows along the wall, i watched the men on the videotape as they playfully fisted each other's asses, fucked, rimmed, and generally showed each other a good time.
As the wee hours of the morning wore on, i felt like i was ready to take a nap, but i just didn't want to stop stuffing my insatiable ass. I washed up the Gate with hot soapy water in the kitchen sink and left him to dry, but i returned to Bam as i sat on the bed again. I set the sleep-timers to automatically deactivate the television and computer in a couple hours, then leaned back with my head on a pillow as i pushed Bam into my butthole and held him between my legs. I engulfed his entire length until only his 'scrotum' and suction-cup base protruded between my thighs; the weight of my body held him in place there as he was pushed downward against the sheets. Music by Ishq flowed around me.
Although the video was entertaining, my mind wandered into my own fantasies about various sexy men with whom i've played over the years. I was thinking about Tony, Shawn, Jace, Josh, Pasha, Brian, and other hot fuckers while i masturbated slowly and flexed my ass-muscles on Bam. To my surprise i found the sensation of an orgasm coming forth yet again; thoughtlessly i heard words mumbling from my own lips. "Fucker fucker fucker oh oh fucker oh wow oh oh wowww..." i uttered something softly like that as i unexpectedly arrived at my fifth orgasm. The spasms of ejaculation caused my hips and stomach to arch and jump as jizz was flung onto my hands and legs, and i suddenly felt like i needed instant relief from the ten inches of Bam jammed inside me. I quickly pulled him outward, and the feeling of his freaky surface sliding out of my overwhelmed hole caused me to convulse and grunt as he popped free. This made another couple little spurts of semen fall from my penis as i uttered a low "yow!" in astonishment.
Although the sun was not yet up the skies were beginning to show a hint of dawn. My body was so tired as i dragged myself back to the kitchen to wash the grease off Bam, my arms, and hands. I wiped my crotch, stomach, and legs with paper towels, and also cleaned up some of the many smears of semen on the old sheets. I lied down on the bed again with my head against a pillow, and gently pushed the Bronze Silicone buttplug all the way into my hole. It stayed there, probably about six inches deep, as i fell asleep in front of the TV. Several times during the next few hours i awakened from sexy dreams, feeling my hard erect penis while the buttplug remained inside me. After approximately five hours, some time after 10:00a.m., i awoke from a dream in which i was fucking my friend Shawn. In reality Shawn has been dead for over five years, but in the dream he was alive and well, and our sweaty bodies were pressed together as we kissed, fucked, and squeezed each other passionately. I became conscious of the Bronze Silicone still jammed into my hole, and i stroked my hard dick for a minute. Quickly this stimulation made me cum again, and my sixth orgasm of the morning was almost painful as my abdomen and legs arched. Only a few drops of semen flowed from the tip of my penis onto my hands and pubic hairs below my navel. Now i really needed relief from the ass-fucking, and i yanked the buttplug out with a sudden gasp. It was totally clean except for the film of Boy Butter over its surface.
I washed the buttplug and my sticky hands in the kitchen, then decided i was absolutely done with my sexercises for the day. The five-hour nap had been very refreshing, and perhaps psychically satisfying in some way to my unconscious dreaming self as i'd been fucked the entire time. I pulled the old sheets and towels off the bed and tossed them in the laundry, and tidied the northwest room. Then i took a long shower, scrubbing every square inch of my skin and scalp, until my whole body felt magnificently refreshed. When i emerged from the east bathroom Tony had just got out of bed, so we made our usual pot of coffee.
I took all my HIV medications, then twiddled around on my computer for a while. In the early afternoon the Marinol stimulated my appetite, so i made a wonderfully nutritious lunch with Tony. We concocted an easy soup in a large kettle on the stove. I fried up some ground beef with soybean oil, minced garlic and ginger. With our mortar and pestle i bashed up some fennel seeds, cumin, red and white peppercorns, flakes of thyme, powdered cloves, galangal, sage, coriander, and allspice. I added these seasonings to the beef, and some small spoonfuls of oyster sauce, soy sauce, mirin, and molasses. We diced a turnip, celery, carrot, zucchini, some baby bok choy, green onions, a block of firm tofu, green string beans, and a red bell pepper. I crumbled a big frond of kelp, and broke up some dried shiitake mushrooms. We opened cans of bean sprouts and slivered bamboo shoots. About three liters of filtered water were added to the pot and kept at a simmer, then the vegetables were stirred into the soup beginning with the most firm, ending with the softest. When it was almost entirely done we extinguished the flame and added the green tips of the scallions and the delicate leaves of the baby bok choy. We served this fabulous soup with some crispy chow mein noodles on top, and we also each ate a Jennie-O turkey hot dog heated and rolled up in whole wheat bread with mozzarella and mustard. For dessert we had ice cream with chocolates on top.
It felt so good to have accomplished a lot of sweaty exercise, excellent rest, and then some fine nutritional intake. But i knew i would need plenty of extra sleep because of my exertions. After our lunch we lied around in front of the television, and some hot porn was playing on my iMac. A couple old albums by Fila Brazillia played on the stereo, including Luck Be A Weirdo Tonight and old codes - new chaos. As Do The Hale-Bopp thundered from the loudspeakers, Tony's big boner was sticking out of his underwear and i stroked his cock with one hand while rubbing my own dick with the other. Tony and many of my other friends have mentioned that i am very good with my hands; and i suppose this must be true, because within a few minutes i coaxed an orgasm out him. Tony's semen squirted all over my hand and his underwear. We wiped up and resumed our repose in front of the TV. Some time around 5:00p.m. as we were cuddling together i was masturbating again. Fila Funk throbulated from the stereo. In my mind were kinky fantasies involving some of my most adventurous male friends, and i felt another orgasm rising up through me.
As i began ejaculating, the words came out of my mouth between sharp breaths: "Tony... this is... my seventh... in seventeen hours.... I don't think... i've ever done this... before..."
And it was true: i honestly don't recall ever in my life having that many wonderful ejaculations in one day. As a teenager there may have been a few instances when four or five occurred in a twenty-four hour period. I seem to recall a couple of occasions when i was in my twenties and i took some fabulous drugs, particularly Ecstasy and Marijuana, and i remember having perhaps as many as five orgasms in a single day. There was one time during the summer of 1994 when Tony and i spent the entire day at his apartment in Burlington, Vermont, while our friends were at the Gay Pride parade; they called us on the phone every couple hours, asking us to join them, but Tony and i never left the apartment. This was because we were so stoned on marijuana and so horny, we kept having sex over and over, until we had fucked each other at least four or five times.
But this Tuesday August 21st was the only time i've ever had seven orgasms in seventeen hours. What a happy, joyful, fun, exciting, satisfying, astonishingly beautiful day!
We watched a movie on the CBC, Harry Potter and the Secret Chamber Pot of Azerbaijan or something like that, and i fell asleep Tuesday night for another eleven hours. When i awoke Wednesday August 22nd my muscles were still a bit tired, but i felt good all over. My HIV doctor's office telephoned to ask me to reschedule an upcoming appointment during which i will probably be prescribed a new 'cocktail' of medications. Then i called my ophthalmologist to schedule my next eye exam, as i'm supposed to have regular check-ups to prevent AIDS-related complications with my vision, and anyway i'd like some new spectacles. Wednesday was sunny and pleasant as i sat at the computer by the window, typing and listening to music.
What a marvelous few days. Thank you, Tony. Thank you, Shawn and all other men of my dreams.
Thanks to Bam! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Goodness, i love that dildo ever so much!
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