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To the moments that pass us by. I am at work, speaking to Paul, one of our new operators here at Michelin. He is an exceptionally good worker—perhaps the best thing that has happened to the factory since I started here, seven years ago. He asks me, why am I still here, in this factory, one that pays below the Australian average income, with the degree and background that I possess? He asks if I ever felt that I wasted my degree in Food Technology, the one I acquired over a decade ago. Work-life balance, was my answer to the first. No, to the second. I tell him that even though I am not working in the food industry as my degree would have allowed, I never once felt that the degree was wasted. Knowledge is never wasted. Everything I have learned—my degree in Food Technology, my certificates in personal training, now massage—are stepping stones to something greater. Something still unknown. Something waiting for me in the future, even if I don’t see the path just yet. He seems pleased with this response. As for staying? I tell him that I plan to leave in the next six months. He admits he isn’t planning to stay for long either. A pang of sadness. His work ethic made everyone’s lives easier. Mine included. Later, I think about our conversation. I look around me, at the workers I have called family for years. Some I like. Some I don’t. I look at the machines, the tires, the walls, and the conveyor belts that have become my home. One day, I will be gone. Someone else will stand here, doing what I do. And life, as it always does, will move on. I think about the transient nature of life, how we are always moving from one place to another, how every moment—every person—every job—is fleeting. Susie Salmon from The Lovely Bones said it beautifully: “I was here for a moment, and then I was gone.” There were moments in this job when everything was going perfectly, and I let myself believe that I would be here forever. That things would stay just the way they were. But nothing stays. And maybe, in a way, it’s comforting to believe that it does—even if that thought, too, is fleeting. I have learned to ground myself in the present, to enjoy everything I have now. As I write this, I hear my mum singing in the garden. Her voice, soft, distant, warm. I close my eyes. Breathe it in. One day, it won’t be like this anymore. And that is the way life works. So I smile, take everything in. The present. Because that is where happiness is found.

Near Home—February, 2024 This entry contains some straight sex. If that is an issue, skip this post. Saturday afternoons at the bookstore (not that they sell anything that looks like a book or a magazine anymore) had proved to be a lot of fun. So, the first Saturday of February, I took off after lunch, not knowing what I would find… I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre. A very old white man is standing against the wall near me. He pays me no attention at all—it’s all about the video. The married Hispanic, the one who always wants to be fucked, but never prepares for it (after all, that would be gay!) walks into the room. He eyes the old man. Minutes later, he pulls down his pants, exposing his ass and points it in our direction. We both look at him, but neither of us give him the nod. He pulls them back up. He walks over to the old man and kneels in front of him. I am surprised. I can count on one hand the times I have ever seen this guy take a cock in his mouth. To my surprise, the old man unzips. The Hispanic goes down on the soft cock presented to him, desperate to get it hard enough for his ass. It never happens, though he works on him for a good five minutes. The door opens. A larger white guy in a ball cap enters. The Hispanic is up like a shot. His pants are dropped and his ass presented to the new guy. And he gets fucked—bent over the waste basket. Ball Cap motions me over, but I pass. Eventually the two of them take a break. And he seems to have been clean enough for the under endowed top. They go out the door together. The older man jerks his limp cock a little, but gives up and goes home. I sit alone and stroke, rather contented. A straight couple walk in, trailed by three men. The straight couple is white—he is likely in his 60’s and in decent shape. She is younger, likely early 50’s. She has kept in good shape. The men, all white, are 50 and up. One guy sits across from the couple. One stands at the back with me and another man hovers by the door. The couple watch the movie, sitting side by side. The rest of us watch them. As the woman has a very vocal orgasm on the screen, the woman stands up and removes her dress. She is naked beneath but for panties. Her partner/husband/boyfriend helps her remove these. She sits down. He begins to finger her to orgasm. The men, but for me, begin breathing heavier. The guy next to me pulls out his dick and strokes. She gets off noisily. The man never touches himself, nor does she. He gives her a second orgasm. I wonder idly if they just like to show off or do they play with others. I get the answer a moment later as she stands up and surveys the room. “Who want to fuck me,” she asks, rather husky and low. The man next to me, cock out, moves forward. She whispers something in his ear. I assume it’s about condoms, but I’m wrong. He nods to whatever she said. She bends, leaning on the seat back in front of her. He takes her from behind, her partner watching every thrust. He shoots very fast. “Who’s next?” asks her partner, looking right at me. I shake my head. The oldest man in the room totters forward. I recognize him as a cocksucker that rarely gets any attention here as he shuffles from room to room. She goes to work blowing him. You can see the change in him as she makes him feel like a man again. I go next door before he gets erect. The Hispanic and Ball Cap are in the gay cinema. They are fucking, not even pausing as the door opens and I come in. Again, I am asked to join. I’m not going there. No one else is in the room. I try to watch the movie but it is one of those where they models have to answer dozens of questions before the fuck. I finally give up and go back. At the door to the straight theatre, I find the thickly built Black top who loves to pass around his bottoms. He looks at me, and the door, shaking his head. “She’s taken over…” I go in. More men are standing around. The very old man she was blowing when I left, is buttoning up his pants. I casually wonder if he got off—or even hard. I sit back in my usual spot. A handsome, younger guy comes over. I recognize him from here, but haven’t seen him in a long time. He sits next to me. The guy I saw fuck her is ready to go again. He moves in and once again she leans on the seat back in front of her and takes him from behind. The handsome man next to me, begins to suck my cock. I watch the guy fuck her as I feel the hot mouth giving me excellent head. The guy fucking moans. Loud. He gives her another load. He pulls out and finds he has nothing to clean up with, so I give him a piece of paper towel from my pocket. “You should fuck her,” he whispers in my ear. “She wants it in the ass.” At the same moment, her partner swivels around and looks right at me. I pause. And walk towards them. “Wow,” she says, touching my wet cock. “I’ve never had one that big back there.” Her partner encourages her to try it. The men in the room form a circle to watch us. She nods to her partner and leans against the chair back. I step up, turned on by the idea of her never taking anyone so big in her ass, not to mention two loads to fuck in back there. The head goes in. She pants. And pulls off me. She turns and grabs her partner. Now he can’t see it—but her shaking body tells him I am back inside her. Slowly opening her up. I can feel the loads begin coating my cock. They help her take every inch of me. “Oh, my God, I feel like he’s splitting me in two!” Her partner kisses her—and I begin a very slow fuck. “Fill her up!” pipes up the guy who shot the two loads in her ass. I fuck and churn his cum. It is dripping onto my balls on the back stroke. She groans into her partner’s shoulder. “I am so proud of you,” he whispers. I pick up the pace. Not drastically, but enough for her to feel it. And him—as she rocks into him with my thrusts. “Take his cock…” he whispers. “You know you want it…” “My ass is so full…” This is news to some of the men watching. I notice a number of them are jerking now. I fuck. I can’t say I’m getting close, but I am trying to will myself to shoot. And suddenly it’s all over. She pulls off my dick, whimpering into her partner’s neck. Then she turns and thanks me, adding “That was incredible. I never thought I could take you.” She gets dressed. Just the dress. Leaving the panties off. The partner pulls me to the side. “I couldn’t see it, but you gave her more than she’s ever had. Sorry you didn’t shoot your load. Most guys cum moments after they go inside her.” I smile and shake my head. “I’m not most guys…” The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: My Cock Likes Hole. Any Hole… February 17, 2024