2004-12-16
Piper
I feel like a weight has been lifted off of me at work. The first in a long string of projects I will be managing will be completely finished by this Friday, two weeks ahead of schedule and under budget. Not a bad outcome right before bonus discussions with my partners. To celebrate, I took some time to get caught up with my Dland buddies yesterday afternoon. I responded to some notes I had left hanging and was actually able to explore some new diaries I had been putting off reading. Those that have read the 100 things about me know that I really enjoy reading all the archives of the diaries I read sequentially so I really understand what is going on with the new posts. I love finding a new writer that intrigues me and getting to know them through their posts.
So, yesterday, I finally invested the time to get to know Piper. I know, I know, you are all thinking, what the F* he had not read Piper yet?! Well, no excuses, I just had not gotten there yet. Sometimes it is intimidating to find the time to actually read all the posts in the archives and it is easier not to start. I might have to rethink this practice to expand my reading list, but right now it is a guilty pleasure that I enjoy a lot. Besides, you know if you are on my favs list that I have invested time in you (or, in a few cases, am investing time in your archives). So anyway, back to Piper. I must admit that I still have a few archived posts to read, but I figured as I intend to finish those up today, that I felt confident in adding her to the favs list and writing about her diary in today’s entry.
My journey with Piper yesterday was awesome. I swear I sat in my office for several hours with a raging hard-on, vicariously living Piper’s sexcapades. I must admit that it made me a more than a bit envious of her sex drive based on the fact that Piper is about a year younger than my wife. I would say that I wish Piper and my wife could switch sex drives, but I would not want to do that to poor Piper, she would never forgive me! One of the things that I really like about Piper’s writing style is that she is so matter-of-fact about almost everything and I like the way she asks questions as she writes. For example, in one entry I read yesterday, Piper was at a sex party (only in my dreams) and wanted a DP. Her partner told her that a DP was too gay and did not want to participate. Piper matter-of-factly asks the question, is it too gay? Man, I never thought of such a thing before, never having come near the opportunity, how would I feel? I certainly would be game for it at least once, if presented the opportunity. Anyway, all I can say is thank you to Piper for making yesterday afternoon quite memorable; I will be your dedicated reader from now on.
So after I finished reading Piper yesterday afternoon and had given myself blueballs from having an unrelieved hard-on for three hours, I knew I would have to relieve myself in Piper’s honor on the drive home last night. Now I have not written about masturbating in the car in a few weeks, and while it has become less frequent than it was for a while, I have worked hard to refine the art. Let me fully set the stage for you from last night. My pants were like a tent as I got up from my desk to leave; luckily my coat was long enough to cover my swelling. I kid you not, I was so turned on and had been hard for so long, pre-cum had been leaking out of my cock while I was reading her entries. Fortunately, it was not enough to be visible on my pants, but my boxers had a wet spot. I walked out to my car and flipped on the heater. Here is where I have tweaked the masturbation system a little bit. I pulled out a fairly large tube on Neosporin Anti-bacterial Ointment that I now keep in the center console of my car, it would be much easier to explain than say a tube of Vaseline or some sort of lube. Then I popped in a fairly new CD I picked up from Amazon.com into my stereo. Basically the CD is made up of recordings of people getting it on with a little background music. I like it, very voyeuristic and it works great in the car to really add a new sense to my, shall I say, relief efforts. Other than these two additions, the dirty gym shirt from the day’s workout is still a wonderful way to catch the cum and keep it off my pants.
So I am all excited about the ride home. I have the ointment out and the CD on and a three-hour-old hard-on, everything is ready to go. I eased my car into the bumper to bumper traffic, unzipped my fly in the dark of my car and gave Mr. Happy the old five finger salute while I remembered some of my favorite stories from Piper’s diary. I had been so turned on for so long that it did not take long before I could feel my eruption coming. I tried to slow myself down and enjoy it longer, but there was no holding back. When I came, I came hard. I shot a huge wad of sperm half way up my chest; fortunately I had the dirty T-shirt covering me that high. It would have been hard to explain THAT spot on my tie. It had been a while since I had shot a wad with such intensity. I took a few minutes to revel in the afterglow of my orgasm, but eventually packed up my items, ejected my CD and listened to the radio for rest of the car ride home. Piper sure did make for an enjoyable afternoon.
Speaking of shooting a wad with intensity, maybe this is grounds for a different entry, but I remember shooting cum into my own ear a several times when I was a teenager. Maybe I need to start some Kegel exercises to try to regain some of that form. Do any other guys remember the distance you used to get when you were 17 or 18?
Anyway that is all for today.
-- rockabillie at 10:41 a.m.