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May 21, 2007

Boner

I played again last weekend with French muscle guy Joe and, for the first time, a third, Mark. (That’s not his name. We’ve played before.) I took the train to Malvern because that’s as far as it goes on weekends and they picked me up there. I really had to rush to make the train and I forgot almost everything I usually bring: Viagra, Xanax, etc. I wasn’t sure if I’d need either of them but I try to be prepared for anything. (I didn’t even have time to pick up a cup of coffee.) I mentioned that I had forgotten them when we were on our way to Mark’s place to pick up something he forgot and he said he had Caverject which I’ve wanted to try and, if I stayed over with him, he had Xanax he could share. Nice. As if I needed a bribe!

We finally got to the McMansion. Since they had played a bit before I arrived everything was already prepared. We got right down to business. Mark said he didn’t think I’d need any chemical help getting an erection and started sucking my dick. He was right. I got hard right away and got to work fucking Joe on the massage table. It was as uncomfortable as usual but I did blow a load in his ass.

We were following the usual scenario so it was time to fist him. Since I’ve gotten both fists into him a few times now, he wanted to try three. Naturally. It took a couple of tries. I put in my right hand, and slid in the left in an offset palm-to-palm move. Then I pushed against the sides of his hole, making a space between for mark to insert his hand. He got in up to the knuckles before Joe’s incredibly strong ass muscles forced both of us out. Progress not perfection, as they say. Besides, both Mark and I were sliding across the greasy floor because his muscles are so strong. He has mirrors set up just-so in the bathroom where we play so he can be on his hands and knees and still see what’s going on. From his angle it looked like more of Mark’s hand got inside him than actually did. We didn’t ruin his illusion.

It’s usually around this time in the script that I start to get tired and cranky and lose my erection. And like clockwork…

Joe took a break and Mark got out the Caverject. Each pen can inject 5, 10, 15, or 20 mg of the stuff. If less than the full 20 is used, the rest has to be discarded. We used it all. You know, waste not want not and all. It worked almost instantly. Mark sucked my dick but I really don’t think any fluffing was necessary. Amazing.

We got started again. Joe leaned over the massage table. I got up on the jacuzzi step and fucked him again, unfortunately not ejaculating this time. [Insert third paragraph above here. Lather, rinse, repeat.]

Then it happened. My dick was so hard that it hurt. A lot. Really a lot. It was very red. It slowly got worse, so bad that I couldn’t distract myself by fucking or anything. I was sort of hopping around because I was so uncomfortable. Actually, there was no “sort of.” I was just hopping. I thought I would relax by going outside on the deck and smoking a cigarette so I went downstairs. All the doors were locked, increasing my anxiety. I managed a few puffs in the garage but it didn’t help.

Back upstairs, Mark said that ejaculating would make the erection subside but the thought of touching my cock made me wince. By the way, all this time Joe stayed on all fours on the massage table waiting for the “action” to continue. I guess I could say he was really “focused” but it was probably the G…or the K…or total self-involvement. Maybe all three.

Just as I was resigning myself to a trip to the Emergency Room, I thought of something. I remembered that Mark had a tiny bit of crystal meth left from before he gave it up. Eureka! Nothing makes a hard on disappear faster than crystal!

Mark was even nice enough to prepare the pipe for me. I was really careful. I made sure I smoked enough to ease the pain but not destroy my erection completely. I also didn’t want to be up all night, especially if I wasn’t gonna be at home. Luckily, it wasn’t very strong so I had some wiggle room. I’d do a couple of small hits and wait, a couple more, wait some more. I amused myself by hanging heavy things on my dick. The wet bath towel was particularly impressive. After about three minutes I felt sweet relief.

I wanted to rest but Joe was still, believe it or not, on all-fours on the table. One more identical session followed. Then Joe moved to the bed and fell asleep. Mark and I got into his car and drove to his house.

He wanted to go down to the playroom and continue with some intense pig play. He posed it as an equal choice between vanilla in the bedroom or kink in the basement but I knew he really wanted. I was wide awake but I just didn’t have the energy for that, despite smoking crystal. It had been a stressful night. So we kissed and sucked and spit and licked for an hour or so. It was fine and just what I needed. He shot a big load and I licked it off of his hair tummy. I think he was disappointed. I wasn’t. It can’t be perfect every time, I guess. We took our sleeping pills and went to sleep.

I’m listening to “Don't Let Me Down” from Fraser & Debolt with Ian Guenther by Fraser & Debolt.

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