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I'm riding the Metro 4 bus through West Hollywood when I spot a store having a sweet ass blow-out sale: tank tops 2x$25; cool shirts and underwear for $10; shorts and swimsuits 50% off. Like I needed another thong, right? Well I do. Promised a contributing reader of this 'blog that I'd post more pics of me in jockstraps so - bam! - this store's sale had my name all on it.
Returned the following day and picked out a few pieces, tried them on, and headed to the counter. That's when I saw the wonderful selection of poppers -- and, wow, still priced in the single digits! And since spilling my last one I really could use a fresh vial. Poppers, jockstrap...poppers, thong...poppers, bikini? Decisions, decisions, decisions!
In the end I did not buy the poppers. Sticking with the sexy undies I put back one jockstrap all the same (to ease my conscience). Hate shopping impulsively! As I waited for the bus my mind flirted with second thoughts. Took the bus a long time to come. Just before it finally showed up, though, my eyes spied something off the curb. A brown glass bottle. Could it be...? I picked it up noting it was full and clear and the bottle was clean and unscratched. No label. A quiet psst! whispered from the twisting of the cap and, employing Chem 101 method for smelling unknown chemicals, I took a careful whiff. And grinned. Got my poppers after all.
(pics of the new jockstrap will be posted soon!)
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Wednesday
Thursday
Poppers come, poppers go
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I went into the boutique to buy a bottle of poppers, not really taking notice of the guy who was chatting up the clerk. I was in and out in under twelve minutes and noticed the guy loitering outside the store. By didn't really take notice I mean I didn't make eye contact with him but my radar did slyly observe how well those jeans fitted his little ass. So...fuckable apple bottom just 'hanging around' outside, me with a fresh bottle of poppers and a super sensitive hard-on owing to unrequited hornyness for the past 96 hours? (I masturbated constantly but always stopped short of orgasm..so, yeah, I was really pent up.)
Perfect equation for casual sex! Plus it was a Friday.
Talk was brief: My place or yours? and Can you suck dick?
His place had his visiting madre and my place had a mess (I was preparing to move). To my place! Mi cama es tu cama and tu culo es mi culo! My bed is your bed and your ass is mine! And it was. I was soooo raging sexual it wasn't even funny. We engaged in crazy passionate oral for an immensely enjoyable while, sucking and ass licking and French kissing (it's rare but I have sometimes kissed). I tore at him like a sex starved fiend. (I'd been given a hokey sex pill - like Viagra but not Viagra - that proved not to be so hokey. Six days running and the stimulant was still coursing in my system. Damn, I wish I knew the name of that pill!) My sex tool throbbed to be satisfied. His fellatio was wet and succulent. What his throat lacked in gag reflex - couldn't take all of me - his mouth made up for with sloppery earnest suction.
It was fun. I blew a big load. He did too but I didn't notice it until I woke up in the middle of the night and felt his dried cum on my stomach. I took advantage of him a little more - mainly oral - and went back to sleep. In the morning we started touching some more but his booty was still tender so, instead, he took the iniative and went down on me, welcoming my new day with one of those wonderful good-morning blowjobs until I blew my load again.
I went into the boutique to buy a bottle of poppers, not really taking notice of the guy who was chatting up the clerk. I was in and out in under twelve minutes and noticed the guy loitering outside the store. By didn't really take notice I mean I didn't make eye contact with him but my radar did slyly observe how well those jeans fitted his little ass. So...fuckable apple bottom just 'hanging around' outside, me with a fresh bottle of poppers and a super sensitive hard-on owing to unrequited hornyness for the past 96 hours? (I masturbated constantly but always stopped short of orgasm..so, yeah, I was really pent up.)
Perfect equation for casual sex! Plus it was a Friday.
Talk was brief: My place or yours? and Can you suck dick?
His place had his visiting madre and my place had a mess (I was preparing to move). To my place! Mi cama es tu cama and tu culo es mi culo! My bed is your bed and your ass is mine! And it was. I was soooo raging sexual it wasn't even funny. We engaged in crazy passionate oral for an immensely enjoyable while, sucking and ass licking and French kissing (it's rare but I have sometimes kissed). I tore at him like a sex starved fiend. (I'd been given a hokey sex pill - like Viagra but not Viagra - that proved not to be so hokey. Six days running and the stimulant was still coursing in my system. Damn, I wish I knew the name of that pill!) My sex tool throbbed to be satisfied. His fellatio was wet and succulent. What his throat lacked in gag reflex - couldn't take all of me - his mouth made up for with sloppery earnest suction.
Mi cama es tu cama and tu culo es mi culo!... I tore at him like a sex starved fiendI was prepping with Jack Daniel whiskey mixes and he was prepping with the poppers. Then - voila - my dick was finally inside. For most of the night, and it was a long night, I fucked him like a woman: with easy, 'love-making' strokes. When I edged it up a few notches the ruthless pounding caused him to drop the vial --spilling the entire contents onto the mattress. Fuck! My new poppers...gone! It wasn't long then before he was complaining about a sore ass. Too bad. Served him right. I plowed ahead. Then my quads started to burn and I made him ride me, as I wrapped around spreading his ass cheeks, until I felt certain his fuzzy apple bottom really did need a rest.
It was fun. I blew a big load. He did too but I didn't notice it until I woke up in the middle of the night and felt his dried cum on my stomach. I took advantage of him a little more - mainly oral - and went back to sleep. In the morning we started touching some more but his booty was still tender so, instead, he took the iniative and went down on me, welcoming my new day with one of those wonderful good-morning blowjobs until I blew my load again.
caused him to drop the vial --spilling the entire contents onto the mattress. Fuck!I'm out of poppers but, man, gotta love morning blowjobs.
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