The Days Before IML

 At My Computer—May, 2024

 

I drove home, in the early hours, after my time with Osvaldo.  I got up late (for me) and had a lazy Saturday.  But by Sunday, I was ready for sex.  I obviously couldn’t go to my usual haunt after the accident.  I checked online.  The bookstore—the one that had remodeled into a playspace along with the usual screens—had Sunday hours.  I decided to go. 

I pulled into the lot.  It was closed.  No notice on the building.  The hours posted on the door said it should be open.  Two other men were in the parking lot, waiting.  I went to an antiques mall—and came back an hour later.  Still closed.

I went home. 

The day I found out about the accident I had cashed in some reward points and gotten a bisexual DVD from Biphoria.   I went to the playroom to play it.  I loved the first scene.  Good scene set up, smoking sex—a threeway with 2 men and a young woman.  Everyone’s hole was available.  The trains they did on each other were just what I wanted to see.  Loads were shared amongst the three participants, everyone hungry for them. 

I knew I had a big load myself from watching.  I went to the freezer and added it to the devil’s dick I had started this spring (and had forgotten about.)

The next afternoon I went down for the second scene.  It froze up in the middle of it.  I tried washing the disc.  Twice.  No better.  I took it back and exchanged it for another disc from the same company.  First scene of this one was also good.  I checked the next scene.  It froze around the same time frame as the other disc. 

I took it back and got some gay porn from Skynmen.  But I was really wanting to see more from Biphoria.  I went online.  I found free scenes on a number of the online porn sites.  I jacked like a 20-year-old.  I couldn’t get enough.  Especially of a young man named Hatler Gurius: covered in tats, huge cock, totally vers and up for anything.

That night, I had to move the condom of frozen cum out of the shot glass—as it was now full.  I let it hang into a pill bottle.

The next night I found two or three orgies made by the same company.  Always a couple more men than women.  All about moving effortlessly from hole to hole.  Mouths cleaning cocks constantly.  All raw. And all sex juices treated as liquid gold.

The devil’s dick now has eight big loads of frozen cum for some lucky bottom.

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I was not planning on sharing this.  But somehow it seemed like I should.  After all, it is what I did on those days leading up to IML. It stoked the fires for that trip.