LET'S TALK ABOUT SEX

Or rather the lack of sex!!!!!! 

Heads up! If your easily offended, blush quickly, or want to still think you dear Mistress is as pure as the driven snow...you might want to skip this post. And Agnes if your here take your heart meds for palpitations now. We'll wait......

YES! This is what I miss. Straddling the Lad with my cock to his lips while I'm busy playing with his goods!!!! This pandemic has really wrecked havoc. The self isolation and not being social I could work with, but the biggest and hardest( no pun intended)  adjustment has been the lack of sex and touch. Being a typical Scorpio mixed with a gay man, I have a very high sex drive. Even at my age, I'm surprised by how high it still is. Ever since coming out to clubs, or dare say, even before that,  I was sexual from the first encounter and never looked back. If I have to be honest,  I even talked once to a professional at one point, wondering if I had a sexual addiction....but nope, the signs and behavior weren't there...I just have a high sex drive. Some of you may recall my dating sagas after me and the ex split. Mr. McIntyre, the landscaper, who was a guy I was dating,  actually dumped me because he said I was " too insatiable" The nerve. So the hardest part of this whole pandemic for me has been the no sex and kissing, and fucking, or the "ordering in" you know, hook ups. Last week I ordered a pizza, and little Raul, my usual delivery guy came...he's so cute and very gay, I thought I was going to jump him when I saw his smile.

Oh sure, I can't lie, I'm a very healthy mastaurbator right now. Too healthy probably. The flesh jack is great, but it's only so much fun. I'd  rather have the Lads bubble butt to pleasure or bend Warbucks over the bed. The Lad, the dear, to lift my spirits a while back even got me two kits to mold my own dick. Well, the Clone a Willy was a bust. The other was one where you cast your cock in plaster, but then the box gets sealed and sent out to have the dildo made. I can't lie, it came back looking just like my cock...so it's safe to say I can now fuck myself with my own dick.! Isn't he a dear. But these items don't replace the real thing for too long with me. I've never been big into dildos or toys. It's always been the real thing when I wanted it.  Its been over a year since I had seen Warbucks, since he moved to Budapest...yes, he didn't like where this country was going and left. I miss seeing him. He was not a huge kisser, but he is so fun, great sense of humor, and even with him pushing  70, he has great stamina. It was not uncommon for him after we went to bed, and in the dead of night,  for me to wake up to find him blowing me, sometimes twice a night.  He was not a morning person. 

And the Lad. I miss waking up next to him on our visits. He is right on par with my sexual side, very playful, open, experimental, a time taker. The only problem he is a morning person. His trick would be to start playing with my cock under the sheets, and pecking my neck to see how receptive I was. I'm so NOT a morning person. Have you ever tried to wake a lion with it's paws wrapped around his dinner of a side of beef from the night before and try to take it away?!?!  Yeah, thats me. If  sex happened, and I was woke and not happy, he'd get his way with me angrily fucking him. So I guess he did win after all. So I miss this so much and don't know how much more I can take. Even this summer when I went to the Woods, it was very hard to not have some fun, even though I did meet then one swell guy. While we didn't have sex we had a very hot social distanced jack off across from each other. The problem is , yes I could do hooks up and have guys in, but like the AIDS virus do you really know where they have been???

Oh, would you just look at Miguel...... where was I? Yes! With my bubble circle being small, comprised of four family members, about four of the same friends, and my neighbor, the lumbersexual, it's not worth having the sex. Right now, Im  lucky enough to be able to see the same people. But if I gave in to get a good suck and fuck and get infected, I wouldn't be able to see anyone with risk of infecting them. So it is a sacrifice on my part but well worth it, even though I feel as though I walking around with a hard on 24/7. Maybe a good time for me to do the ice bucket challenge?

And yes. there have been some downright hot cam sessions. I've met some really hot guys from all over, two really funs one in Argentina,  a couple in California, a hot daddy in the UK and a very cool guy, regularly, from Holland,  with a cock so big it makes my Hickory Farm cheddar log  look like a cocktail frank!! But while it's fun, to give a slow undress for them, and finally whip the goods out and work it good for them till the money shot comes, it doesn't replace, the closeness , the kissing, the nuzzling, the chills that go down my spine,  the feel of a tongue licking it's way down your shaft,  the fun of  a long round of  hot intimate foreplay, or having a arm wrapped around you when you wake,  feeling the pressing hardest on your back side when waking up. That is why I miss Warbucks and the Lad.  Yet married friends or gay friends I know coupled, also say they can't take it. WHAT? I am confused. I'm like you at least have someone at home to have sex with.  This I can't understand. All I know is after Christmas I may have to plan a trip to the Lad since he can't get much time off with his job being shorthanded from lay offs. Once back  after New Years I have invited my neighbor the lumberjack over for a nice dinner and a few drinks, but I hope I don't jump him! My good friend said "oh that poor boy..it will be like leading him to Audrey II! I felt bad he wouldn't be going home to see his family. I have thought about inviting him home with me for Christmas, and I still may.... but I don't know he'd be comfortable with that anyhow. Besides, my Mother would say something very embarrassing I sure.

And don't get me started on three ways. I miss those too. Once this is over I may need a good long three way to be spit roasted. So yes...it's the touch I miss the most.  I just hope to behave myself when my neighbor comes over. I saw him today when cleaning our cars off of snow, and he said he's looking forward it. And I would NEVER, EVER, CERTAINLY NOT use Buster like Amber does to get a piece...but I do believe even Buster would be happy for me.  Too much TMI? I warned you.

When this pandemic is over, as God as my witness....

I will never be hungry again.