Drama of Daily Life

Well, the Black Dog I mentioned in the last post is back. Only thing to do is fight through it.
But while I'm doing that, I might as well catch you up on who I'm pining for.

Number 1: Ralphie.  He and I talked for three/four hours Monday night.  We talked about the usual: his grad school plans, my grad school plans, upcoming vacations, how much he wants my cock, how much I want him in my bed, etc, etc.  If he lived in this city, we would be dating. And I wouldn't have anything to write about on this blog.

Number 2: Karla. OMG! A girl!  I've mentioned her before on this a few times (I should probably go through and tag her).  She's the girl who I've been working with the past 7 months, who I go to school with, and who studies with me.  She's also hot, kinky, and bisexual.  And she thinks of me as a little brother. And she's in love with another bisexual chick who's a med student (who is a very nice young lady. She's fed me gingerbread laced with weed before. It was excellent), who doesn't love her back.  So, that's a nice little love triangle.  She also keeps trying to set me up with this friend of hers who thinks I'm "cute."  He's not my type.

So, the plan is: hit on Karla. Try to date her, or at least sleep with her, before she graduates and moves out of my life forever.  Keep talking with Ralphie.  He and I may never live in the same city again, but on the off chance we do, I want him.

Mental Illness

The only mentions of sex in this post are entirely tangential. If you're looking to beat off, skip this post.

Well, shit.

Three days.

That's how long I lasted before I lost self-control.

I took off my cage about an hour ago, and spent the next forty minutes edging myself. When I came, three days of pent up cum blasted out in shot after shot. I covered my chest in what was at least a cup of semen.

Seriously, I have never seen a larger load than the load I just shot, and I generally shoot large loads. It was an absolute flood. The orgasm itself was rather good, but it seems to have only whetted my appetite.  I'll probably jack off a few more times in the next day or so.

Chastity is not for me. At least, not for me as a bottom. I'd love to use it on some future slave as a control device, or perhaps use a chastity device for a couple days to build up my own horniness, as I just did, but to deny myself orgasms for more than a few days on end is just not going to happen.

That said, I am going to limit my sexual encounters this semester and concentrate on my schoolwork. Maybe I'll put the CB back on in a few days. But it's unlikely. My brief desire to be submissive and bottom was just that - a brief desire.  To be submissive now, even for Joe, would feel extraordinarily weird.  To be anything except aggressive and in control would feel entirely alien.

For those of you who were hoping to see this progress further, my apologies.  It apparently takes more than a plastic cage and a promise to myself to change from a dom to a sub, a top to a bottom.

New Regime: Days 2 and 3

Last night was hell. I woke up this morning painfully hard, my trapped cock straining at its cage.

Regime Change

For those of you who don't read this blog (welcome, by the way), I'm a 20 year old college student. I'm a decently large guy, 6'1", 180 lbs, a good bit of that weight is in muscle due to my playing college rugby.  I'm bi, and I'm usually a dom top, occasionally I'm versatile.  I have before been a bondage sub and a bottom, but in general that's not me. I sleep around a lot. I jack off maybe twice a day, sometimes more, almost always at least once.

A month ago, on Dec 22, I had surgery. I had an inguinal hernia on my right side which was repaired, and a hydrocele on my left side that was repaired. Those surgeries resulted in a five inch incision near my groin and a smaller incision on my scrotum. Not fun.

As a result of those surgeries, and the events of December, I did not have sex from November until Tuesday, January 17, two days ago.  During this period of reflection, I decided a couple things:
I don't care about my grades enough.
I have sex more recklessly and more frequently than I should.

For these reasons, and because I've always enjoyed chastity play (as either a top or a bottom), I dug out the CB6000 I was given by Joe last year and put it on yesterday morning. Then I made some new rules.

I can't do this

I've been trying to write more Liam's Mistake. I have the rest of the story outlined and a few more chapters written, with the sole exception of the sex scenes. However, there are a couple problems.

One, I've lost my muse. There is an actual Liam, who the story is written for, and who muses for the sex scenes. I haven't heard from him in a few months, which makes writing sex scenes involving him surprisingly difficult.

Two, I reread Liam's Mistake recently. The whole damn thing. And the thought that came to my mind is: huh, I've read some sex stories that are far superior to this, and one in particular that is outstandingly superior to this.  I've been thinking about posting it on this blog for others to enjoy as well, but have refrained from doing so until I get permission form the author. Permission that does not seem to be forthcoming, because it seems like every email address she ever had no longer goes anywhere.

And yes, she. The greatest gay bondage story I've ever read is written by a woman, presumably straight.

Gotta be shitting me...

Gay Tube

There's Harry Potter themed Porn. I'm not even kidding.