rawloadstaken

Well alrighty then ...

Apparently, he came twice. I dropped the first load out at his house, and just dropped a second, larger one out here.

Damn.

I met up with one of my occasional FBs around 10 p.m. Thursday and blew my load as he was plowing me.

Looking back over the last year, I'm a bit surprised at just how often I come without touching myself when I'm being fucked.

Argh! I'm fucked -- and not in the good way that calls for a cigarette afterward -- in trying to get to Seattle for next week's sex trip.

It wasn't until after I booked my hotel -- a $250 non-refundable fee, thanks to a discount through Booking.com -- that the facility advised me that I need to use a parking garage, as they don't have any on-premises parking.

I'm either looking at staying in an offsite garage at a cost of $110 / 3 days, dropping roughly $120 for a round-trip Bolt Bus ticket and a taxi, or spending right around $150 for Amtrak and the Metro bus.

This trip has just shot from $250 (plus one tank of gas: I love my Prius) to around $400, and that's before entry fees to Club Z and Steamworks Seattle.

FML

This Saturday is FurFuck at Hawks:

1. I don't work Saturday, I'm furry, & I love being fucked
2. I'm neg, on PrEP & don't care about size/status - I want your loads
3. They have day passes & lockers
4. I'll take cock anywhere in the club

Hopefully the hint wasn't too subtle.

I think I need to head back to the baths

I'm fairly sure that the 14th is going to be FurFuck at Hawks PDX, but I'm not sure if I want to go then, or if I want to go during Lights Out.

Decisions, decisions.

Should anyone be interested, I'll be heading to Hawks for Lights Out tonight.

Should anyone not care in the slightest, I'll still be heading to Hawks for Lights Out tonight.

See you there! (Or not, as the case may be.)

It's funny, really.

I have Viagra at home, my doctor is willing to prescribe Cialis, and one of my friends swears by Levitra.

Here's the issue: I don't need them; and, even if I did, even if the side effects were unlikely, I'd be terrified of them.

In my vanilla life, I practice photography, and I would not be effective at composing a shoot or editing the results if my vision were tinted blue, if I lost the sight in one eye, or - heaven forbit - if I were to go blind.

Paranoia? Perhaps. Then again, with everything else that's happened ...

I'm just not sure I want to dick around with them.

Out of curiosity, does anyone in Seattle need an indiscriminate cumdump any time after about 4 p.m. on Monday through about midnight on Wednesday?

I'll be hitting Club Z and Steamworks, and probably visiting the Eagle.

Any other suggestions?

I love hearing those three little words when I'm with a guy.

"Suck it, bitch."

In completely unrelated news, I swallowed nine loads at the ABS tonight.

It's kind of funny: my throat still aches from being forced onto so many 7-8" cocks at Hawks a couple of nights ago, I have to go into work and talk all day tomorrow, and I'm finding it really difficult to be upset at the discomfort.

I'm debating posting links to my Twitter or Tumblr images instead of uploading them here -- primarily because that way I won't be eating up my size allotment -- but I don't want to be that guy who rides the edge, the one who risks running afoul of the policies.

I like my reputation where it is, thankyouverymuch.

Ah me.

What to do ... what to do ...

Oh ... what the hell.

I think I'll - to borrow a line from Shakespeare - screw my courage to the sticking place and head to Saturday's FurFuck at HawksPDX.

I usually go on Wednesdays - Lights Out is far less disconcerting for me - but I'll give it a shot and see what comes up.

Uploaded a new video to my FetLife account. Once it's converted on XTube, it'll be up there, too.

For some reason, I seem to have been jerking off a lot lately. I'm sure I have no idea why that might be.

So I have been toppy as hell the last couple of weeks, and as much as I bitch about not getting as much cock as I want, I haven't had too much trouble finding a mouth or an ass to take my load. Sometimes it takes a few minutes, but eventually, given enough time, I'll see fingers sliding along the rim of the glory hole, and then I know it's time to make my dick happy.

I have found one amusing element, though: the times I have to dress up a bit for work -- nicer slacks, button-down shirt, loafers -- I've had guys pushing into the booths on each side of me, and I'm usually in some guy's hands within 30 seconds of dropping a dollar in the receiver.

I'm not arguing that it's nice to blow a load while dressed up, but I'm wondering why it makes so much of a difference. I mean, all other things being equal, I'm still the same person: I still have the same face, I still have the same hands, and I still have the same dick.

Is this common?