Sunday shower and suck
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Posted:Mar 17, 2024 1:05 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 3:28 am 727 Views
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My fabulous fwb has extended an invitation to use his shower when I need it (and when he’s home) but so far I’ve only taken advantage twice. I worry that I will ask too often, and it’ll feel like I’m taking advantage, so I try to be smart about it. He’s a kind enough man that I’m sure he’d have me over to his place at least once a week, just to see me naked and get a chance to play together. The feeling is mutual; when I ask if I can stop by to shower and get my cock sucked his enthusiastic reply invariably makes my cock hard. Just the thought of his attention gets me very excited.
The distance I have to drive is another hinderance to making this a more regular occurrence. It’s not a ton of miles, but when you have zero income and drive a vehicle you’re suspicious will break down on you at any moment, even a couple miles is fraught with peril. Of course I live in a van, so technically I could park my ass right down the street from my fwb if I wanted to, but I have a routine and system going where I am now, and that won’t likely change until I get a job. That’s when I’ll make a decision on whether or not I move to a new area. And when that happens, I won’t need to beg for the use of a shower, I’ll get a monthly membership at a gym and use theirs. As much as I appreciate the generous nature of my friend (his shower AND his mouth) I am a pretty independent soul.
Until I get a job though, I’ll be happy to ask my friends for help, especially when they not only offer a place to clean up but also a hole to unload in. You really can’t beat that kind of “help” at all…
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unintentionally abstinent
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Posted:Mar 16, 2024 4:13 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 3:28 am 610 Views
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With the act / job of performing gay massage behind me, the freedom to sow my proverbial wild oats has brought me great joy and relief. When my cock comes out (of my pants) and likely winds up going back into a mouth or alternate orifice, it is a completely selfish act. I don’t have to worry that an orgasm might mean difficulty getting aroused if a should book a massage later, so I dump my loads with wild abandon. Or rather, I would be if I weren’t still sort of remaining abstinent.
This is not something I’m doing intentionally. That is to say; I have not decided to deny myself anything, I’ve just been rather picky lately. Concerns about sexually transmitted diseases aside, I think I’m going through a bit of a phase where I want the interactions I have to be “worth it”. Considering I am usually parked within a mile of an adult shop, and could drive there at any time and receive stellar oral sex through a glory hole, it’s worth noting that I have been going a week without doing anything. No oral, anal, masturbation, etc. Sometimes the mood is strong, and I will look on the hookup site I belong to, but the offerings are never quite good enough, or if they are worthwhile they’re too far away, or they don’t follow through when I decide to give them a chance. I get burned out with fakes and flakes very quickly, and obviously desire a bit of a challenge if I’m not just driving to the porn shop. No matter what’s going on, it’s all self administered and derived.
This unintended abstinence means that when I do finally get naked with someone, or at least pull my cock out so they can stroke or suck it, the sensation is often overwhelming and I orgasm quicker than I want to. I struggle to hold back because I want it to not only last for selfish reasons, but also so the cocksucker taking care of me feels they didn’t waste their time. The benefit, of course, is that arousal and erection are genuine, come easily, and usually have plenty of strength behind them. Abstinence makes me yearn for something that, were I to just stop by and receive it every day like it was an errand, would lose the magic it has somehow held for nearly 4 / four decades. I have the freedom, and right now that’s enough to keep me satisfied until something worth it comes along.
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the rare M/F couple
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Posted:Mar 15, 2024 11:07 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 3:28 am 794 Views
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As most regular readers probably know, I am highly attracted to women, and prize any interactions I get to have with them. I missed pussy so much recently that I actually went back and visited an old crazy roommate that I used to write about a few years ago, while briefly living in Washington. The sex was good, but the crazy made it hardly worth the trip. I escaped as soon as I knew things were just as messed up as they’d been while we were living together. The pussy was NOT worth the drama.
Since then, I’ve shared 1 / one other intimate moment with a female. She was part of a couple who rarely played together, but I was lucky enough to be invited to join them in a porn shop booth. She was quite beautiful, and very eager to suck my cock, but her pussy was not available because she was menstruating. That was fine with me, because it was almost certain I wouldn’t last for very long. Infrequency leads to what I see as a version of premature ejaculation - or at least premature for me. I have always had ample strength and stamina, but when I get to touch and otherwise enjoy a female once every few years haha I cum quickly. Can’t help it.
I feel repeat visits and familiarity lead to better sex, and expressed that when I was done playing with the couple. She was lovely, and obviously very hungry, leaving me feeling a bit jealous if I’m being honest. It’s been so long since I had a female fuck toy / partner of any kind that I can’t help coveting what others have. It’s not just the sex that I miss, and ache for; I want cuddling, friendship, romance, deep connection. If all I get to do is share the flesh of a female with her man, that’s fine, but I truly want much, much more.
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this predicament
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Posted:Mar 14, 2024 11:28 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 3:28 am 681 Views
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There was never a time in my life when I took the idea of becoming homeless seriously. Up until a few years ago I felt pretty confident in my abilities to at least come up with the basics required to be a functioning member of society, and that included holding down a job that would pay me enough so that I could afford a decent rent. As it turns out, my myriad mental issues combined with things like ridiculously high housing costs have led me to the place I am today. I barely managed to afford the van I am currently living in, and calling home, and there’s no conceivable way I’ll ever be able to work enough to reside in anything traditional like an apartment. The best I can hope for is another roommate situation where I’m not driven nuts by the person, or the surroundings. It’s daunting.
The challenge of being homeless, of surviving without feeling hopeless the entire time, is one I’ve been able to conquer so far, but just barely. When it was cold, or there was literally 2 / two weeks of unrelenting rain, I regretted the situation I was in but there are other times when it doesn’t feel so bad. I know I can improvise and adapt, and things like better weather will eliminate some challenges while bringing others, so the simple fact is I better settle in for the long haul. Even when I finally get a job, and I am determined to do that, my living situation won’t change unless I meet a coworker or make a friend that has an alternative to share, offer, suggest. I am homeless for the foreseeable future, and I’ll admit that fact still hasn’t really settled in yet. I wonder when it will?
My homeless issues are different than those of others, and it might even be true that my situation is not as dire. What I don’t want to happen, is for things to get so dire that I lose hope, and begin making bad decisions. The few friends I have (close and not so close) have stepped up so far, and I’m doing my best to match their efforts at the very least. So far I am proud of how well things are going and just need to keep working, fighting, struggling, making progress and above all never giving up. This will not be the way my story ends…
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AnythngThatMoves
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Posted:Mar 13, 2024 11:13 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 3:28 am 774 Views
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When I first met my now ex-roommate he and I spent a fair amount of time trying to convince anonymous men to let him swallow their cocks. I knew he was excellent at it, and I loved to watch, so I was his biggest fan and advocate. I’d post ads and sell the entire experience, then the guy I was communicating with would ask me for a picture, and the next thing you know all the enthusiasm and interest disappeared. It didn’t matter that he could swallow your cock, make you cum, then keep going until you’d done it 2 / two more times. His face or body weren’t attractive to the guy, so he changed his mind.
This is understandable, on some level, but crazy on others. I’ve certainly faced a fair amount of rejection, and believe everyone has the right to be choosy if they want to be, but I’ve found the request for face pictures to be at odds with the proposed activities sometimes. Why do you need to see my face if our meeting is going to be anonymous, in a dimly lit room, with you wearing a blindfold? You need to be attracted to my face to swallow my gorgeous cock? So be it, but I warn you, the last word anyone would use to describe me is handsome.
My motto has long been; a hole is a hole, and I know quite a few people who excel at some kind of deviant behavior, but have been denied opportunities to practice them because people are shallow. I’ve decided to alter a FetLife account to promote the perverts I feel are overlooked because of some sort of perceived aesthetic flaws, and to also find people like me who don’t base their play decisions on looks alone. I've decided to use the profile name "AnythngThatMoves" and yes, the i in Anythng is supposed to be missing.
I’ve had some unbelievably incredible encounters with people I didn’t find remotely attractive, but the dynamic we shared was highly arousing. You could put the most beautiful woman in front of me and I might not get off on having sex with her as much if she were a nasty bitch filled with disdain. I’d rather someone scarred and broken be kneeling at my feet, ready and eager to serve, than a goddess who has a crummy attitude.
This is not going to be something I can spend a lot of time on, but maybe I can make it a hobby that helps out a few people I think are very deserving of the accolades I would give them, if anyone were to ask. When I make recommendations, I stand behind them, and I truly believe if others would lower their expectations as well as their inhibitions they’d find an entirely new level of pleasure and experience at their fingertips.
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the kindness of yet another (not so) stranger
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Posted:Mar 12, 2024 7:00 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 3:28 am 601 Views
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Out of the blue, I received yet another surprise text message from a former massage , inquiring about my general welfare. Being the bluntly honest person I am, I gave a small list of the good and bad, with an inability to shower as frequently as I would like resting at the top of the list of the latter. This was not done to be manipulative, it was shared more as a joke than anything else, and because I take people seriously when they ask me that kind of question. How am I doing? Well, let me tell you…
As with a different (not so) stranger, this kind gentleman offered me the use of a shower, and I happily drove 5 / five miles the next day to take him up on it. My mistake was thinking that he would want to be intimate with me afterwards. When I offered my naked self, cock growing hard at the thought of his lips wrapped around it, he politely declined. The reason why doesn’t matter, but I will say I should have maybe known better, and I still feel a bit embarrassed. He assured me he wasn’t offended, and I’m inclined to believe him, but I still left feeling like a dope.
These random acts of kindness have really come at just the right time for me. It just so happens I have an interview in a couple of days, so instead of bothering a friend to use his shower I can save that request for another day. People let me know I can stop by “any time” but I like to make each one count. If I’m going to be making withdrawals from the karma bank I want them to be worth it. Before I left his place this incredible friend also gifted me with the equivalent of a full tank of gas, to help me keep my van engine running during the cold days to come, and you can imagine how grateful I was for that. It was unexpected and incredibly heartwarming, especially considering how little we really know one another. The goodness of people can still surprise me!
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why make an enemy?
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Posted:Mar 11, 2024 6:36 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 3:28 am 870 Views
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I was on the only hookup site I belong to (gay or otherwise) when I noticed a picture of a pair of beautiful, seemingly natural tits. After exchanging a few messages with the person, I couldn’t bring myself to just blurt out the question of whether or not I was speaking to a man, woman, trans so I went the sneaky route and asked to see a “fuller” photo. I was informed this would only be done through an app called Signal, which I just happened to have, so I gave this person my Signal name and waited for the promised picture.
At first there was just more of the same chit chat when we connected on the app. Whether or not the person I was trading messages with had a vagina remained a mystery, but I was informed pretty quickly that they were a sex worker. It was clumsy, but I was quoted an hourly rate and everything haha. Instead of a photo, I waited for a video to upload before I fully responded to this information, eventually watching a clip of a woman playing with her pussy. There was nothing telltale trans about her, it was just a female trolling a gay hookup site for mostly straight guys I assume. Not a great business plan, and I let her know that, but in the politest of ways. I was neither rude, nor sarcastic, and in fact tried to give some advice and helpful hints. In the end, I received a very abrupt, “Kiss my ass” and that was it.
Instead of making an ally, this woman decided to make an enemy. Now I’m not actually mad at her, or anything even close to it, but when a person deceives to get your phone number, then drops the truth that they want money, then gets upset when you try to be helpful - I think people wouldn’t be surprised if you were at least a bit irritated by that. She had to know she wasn’t making any friends with the “Kiss my ass” but did it anyways. Now if I’d been a sarcastic prick who insulted her I might have deserved something like that, but I didn’t. Things must be really tough for her, or she must be very angry to decide that was the best path to travel.
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rejuvenate and ejaculate
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Posted:Mar 10, 2024 11:18 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 3:28 am 827 Views
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My new fwb was kind enough to not only let me borrow his shower for the 2nd / second week in a row, he also made sure to prep so that I could enjoy his ass. This is something he and I have shared since our very first meeting, when he hired me to give him a massage. I won’t regale you with a detailed story of that, or any other of our other couplings, I’ll just say that sexually we fit incredibly well together. We compliment each other.
The first time I showered at his place, I had every intention of offering him my cock when I’d finished. He happily accepted, and his enjoyment was evident the entire time he had me in his mouth. I moaned, and expressed my appreciation repeatedly, making a supreme effort to last as long as I could for the benefit of both of us. When it was over, and I had unloaded in his mouth, we chatted while I put on my clothes and gathered my things to leave. He’d offered to let me stay, because the weather was so cold, but I didn’t take him up on it. I showered, we sexed it up, and then both of us resumed our night.
One week later, I arrived with the intention of repeating the formula, but admit my eagerness to take his ass trumped my desire to do so after the shower instead of before. I wasn’t filthy, or smelly, just not fresh, and he didn’t seem fazed by this one bit. My efforts to last were futile this time, and since the oral pleasure he’d provided me the week prior was all I’d had in the interim… well you get the point. We had our fun, I took a shower, and then as before we chatted as I gathered my things to go. Visiting him helped me feel clean and dirty at the same time haha but what lingered was the sense of satisfaction. I will be visiting my fwb frequently, to rejuvenate and ejaculate!
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a bit of a routine
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Posted:Mar 9, 2024 11:12 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 3:28 am 933 Views
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Despite the nagging depression that threatens to sink in and take over, I’ve managed to begin shifting myself into a rather comfortable, healthy, beneficial routine. It’s not perfect, and hasn’t landed me a job yet, but it has me more active and optimistic than I was in previous weeks. The biggest issue is the weather now; once it gets warmer and starts raining so much I can shift into a higher gear.
As with other unique situations I’ve been in, forced or otherwise, I find adapting and improvising to be the solution to many of my issues. Simple things, like how to make myself coffee, have been worked out because I persisted and got a little creative. As of this moment my diet consists of foods that are either dry, or require refrigeration, but nothing is being cooked. Being a sneak, I can make myself coffee, but doing something like soup is going to require additional creativity. I certainly don’t have the power to do it in my van, which means I essentially have to steal it from someone, somewhere. Again; not an ideal situation, but I am working on it.
Once I have a job, I’ll be able to afford a gym membership solely for the purpose of taking a shower. Technically, I can afford it right now, but with zero dollars coming in and no real job prospects in sight, every single cent is beginning to count. I’m okay on food, and there’ll likely be enough fuel in my van to get me through the rest of the cold, but with an additional monthly storage and phone bill you can see where I am struggling. This is definitely NOT where I want to be right now, on any level, but there’s no denying things could still be worse.
Accomplishing numerous simple tasks is better than accomplishing none at all, so that is how I am fighting my depression. If I make it through an entire day and I’ve done absolutely nothing, I’ll feel guilty and likely dip further into my unhappy state of mind. If, however, I can accomplish a dozen things, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, at least I can say the depression didn’t fully get me down. In a game of inches, that can really be the difference sometimes.
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that shameful tone
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Posted:Mar 8, 2024 5:34 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 3:28 am 800 Views
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It’s pretty clear some of the people I talk to about jobs are embarrassed by what kind of compensation they are offering. You can absolutely hear it in their voices as they haltingly tell you the hourly wage, then pause uncomfortably and sort of stumble out the next sentence, which goes something like; “I don't know if that's something you'd be interested in…”. It is spoken in a shameful, embarrassed tone that actually makes me feel a bit sorry for them, even though they’re the ones trying to get as much work from someone for as little pay as possible.
There are definitely jobs out there where minimum wage makes sense, but for the most part if your list of duties is a few paragraphs long and contains nearly a dozen bullet points you’re probably not paying enough. If you start by stating how the position you’re hiring for is integral, the most important, the first impression - if you make it sound like it requires skill, hard labor or a particularly sunny disposition - don’t insult the applicant by offering the lowest compensation allowed by law. Don’t tell me I am “the face” of the company and then put up a big middle finger in that face when payday rolls around.
I still hear the refrain that businesses can’t find enough people to work for them, and I can understand why when employees are so undervalued. I still hear businesses complain that they can’t keep workers once they’re hired, or that they become lazy and unreliable, and I have no answer for that. I can only guess that being used up by the boss and then given a meager compensation for your time has a lot to do with it. You might think you can’t buy loyalty, but I say you can if you aren’t a cheap, money-grubbing prick. For me, a decent paycheck and a pat on the back are all I need to be persuaded to put in the extra time and effort. If I don’t feel appreciated, and hate my boss, I won’t try at all but if the opposite is true you’ll find me bending over backwards to be helpful. Most employers will never get that. They think people should just be happy to have a job and deal with whatever kind of treatment comes their way.
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