I feel like I've been slack in posting but I did have a cold and any thoughts were about sleeping rather than writing (or sex). However, I am well again and back to posting.
Today was a non-cage day (for reasons I won't go into) so I decided to try something I rather like doing. It involves trying to find someone to whack me in the balls. Don't get me wrong, I'm not into ball bashing per se but I do like it happening by 'chance'. The trick is to find someone to (sort of) run into. I have found escalators work quite well.
Today I had to catch a Tube on the Jubilee Line which has two very long escalators. Being the middle of the day means there's a lot of day trippers on the Tube who are not necessarily aware of the Stand on the Right rule. This means you tend to get some who stand in the middle or who have at least some of their body over the imaginary halfway line.
The first escalator gave no joy as I ran down it but the second had a group of three girls sort of crowded on two steps. I stopped to look at my watch, giving them time to get a bit down the escalator then I took off after them. And I did it perfectly!
One of the girls was swinging her arm around, talking about something and her hand caught me right between the legs. A perfect shot. She instantly apologised, her hands going to her mouth. One of her friends was laughing while the other (with her back to me) wanted to know what was going on. I stammered out an 'it's ok' and managed to get passed them to the next step where I stood, a bit doubled, to recover.
Of course, it not only hurt but it also made me quite hard. The girls just kept laughing until we reached the bottom when the girl who had hit me apologised again. I smiled faintly, clearly in agony. I was very happy with this result which I think indicates the level of my frustration.
In the afternoon I was walking home when I spotted a jogger. There's a lot of joggers in the park near me, mostly women during the day and nearly all of them wearing lycra shorts with obvious camel toes. I don't get this. I figure that women do not like them (men really do, I can assure you) so can only imagine they don't look in a mirror before going out.
I saw two today, both of whom had incredible camel toes. The first was wearing black shorts and showing a lot of lower cleavage. Tearing my eyes away from her crotch, I noticed she also had very big and hard nipples.
The second jogger was wearing white lycra shorts. I have to say, she's pretty brave. White does not hide anything. After she'd run by me I felt I'd seen everything she had to offer.
Now this is SO not a criticism. I love it and would like to thank these (and other) ladies who are happy to flash the toe for appreciative males.
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
Sunday, 3 July 2011
Days 28-31
I’ve reached a third of the way. Over the weekend, given that I was drunk for most of it and with a bunch of blokes at the cricket, there was not a lot of sexual tension. Actually, there wasn’t any. Hopefully this will change as I return to my normal days of cage and porn.
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
Day 27
It has been a lovely day. A great, delicious day. I am all a fluster with frustration after my meeting with John.
We arranged to meet at a pub I know which has good, private toilets, for obvious reasons as well as decent beer. I waited outside and was approached by a 30 something chap in a suit. He asked if I was who he was meeting, we shook hands and went inside. He was clearly nervous so I bought beers and we sat in a secluded corner.
Taking it slow, we chatted for a bit first. He said his girlfriend didn't like giving blow jobs while he loved getting them. He wasn't really bi-curious but really wanted to be sucked off. I assured him that that was all I wanted.
He asked me about the chastity thing which I explained. He was amazed I'd managed to last 27 days but was completely stunned at the thought of going 90 days without an orgasm. I tried to explain how good it was but he gave up trying to understand.
Finally I knocked back the rest of my beer and told him I was going to the toilets and he should give it five minutes then join me.
The toilets at this pub are very big, bright and airy with full door and wall cubicles - very private. They are also well away from the main bar, being on the first floor. I went in and stood at the sinks, waiting. Eventually the door opened and John came in. He looked very nervous so I quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him into the first cubicle.
Before he could change his mind, I sat down and started undoing his trousers, whispering that he should be quiet. This was for two reasons. Firstly so we didn't get caught and secondly to make it harder for him to back out at the last minute.
Nervous he may have been but it didn't effect his excitement. I pulled his pants down a bit and he sprang out. He was hard as a rock and pointing straight up. His cock was about 7" and a good thickness. It was also very, very hot. My own erection was straining in the cage making things very uncomfortable. I got down to business, tasting the heat and sliding him in and out of my mouth.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself when he suddenly started shaking and came, unexpectedly. He came a lot, grunting, trying not to make any noise. He tasted very nice and I swallowed it all. As he recovered, I held him and softly sucked and licked him, enjoying his pleasure.
Suddenly he pulled his cock away from me, tucked it back in his pants and pulled his trousers up. He smiled weakly, hardly looking at me, mumbled a "thank you" then was gone. I sat for a bit before going to a sink to wash my hands.
Back in the bar, there was no sign of him. I ordered a second beer, sat back down at the same secluded table and enjoyed it thoroughly.
The rest of the day was spent merely reflecting on my good fortune and watching some porn...of course.
And a small note...I'm going to be away for the next few days and, sadly, will not be able to post. My next post should be on July 2, Day 30.
We arranged to meet at a pub I know which has good, private toilets, for obvious reasons as well as decent beer. I waited outside and was approached by a 30 something chap in a suit. He asked if I was who he was meeting, we shook hands and went inside. He was clearly nervous so I bought beers and we sat in a secluded corner.
Taking it slow, we chatted for a bit first. He said his girlfriend didn't like giving blow jobs while he loved getting them. He wasn't really bi-curious but really wanted to be sucked off. I assured him that that was all I wanted.
He asked me about the chastity thing which I explained. He was amazed I'd managed to last 27 days but was completely stunned at the thought of going 90 days without an orgasm. I tried to explain how good it was but he gave up trying to understand.
Finally I knocked back the rest of my beer and told him I was going to the toilets and he should give it five minutes then join me.
The toilets at this pub are very big, bright and airy with full door and wall cubicles - very private. They are also well away from the main bar, being on the first floor. I went in and stood at the sinks, waiting. Eventually the door opened and John came in. He looked very nervous so I quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him into the first cubicle.
Before he could change his mind, I sat down and started undoing his trousers, whispering that he should be quiet. This was for two reasons. Firstly so we didn't get caught and secondly to make it harder for him to back out at the last minute.
Nervous he may have been but it didn't effect his excitement. I pulled his pants down a bit and he sprang out. He was hard as a rock and pointing straight up. His cock was about 7" and a good thickness. It was also very, very hot. My own erection was straining in the cage making things very uncomfortable. I got down to business, tasting the heat and sliding him in and out of my mouth.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself when he suddenly started shaking and came, unexpectedly. He came a lot, grunting, trying not to make any noise. He tasted very nice and I swallowed it all. As he recovered, I held him and softly sucked and licked him, enjoying his pleasure.
Suddenly he pulled his cock away from me, tucked it back in his pants and pulled his trousers up. He smiled weakly, hardly looking at me, mumbled a "thank you" then was gone. I sat for a bit before going to a sink to wash my hands.
Back in the bar, there was no sign of him. I ordered a second beer, sat back down at the same secluded table and enjoyed it thoroughly.
The rest of the day was spent merely reflecting on my good fortune and watching some porn...of course.
And a small note...I'm going to be away for the next few days and, sadly, will not be able to post. My next post should be on July 2, Day 30.
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
Day 26
My last thoughts before going to sleep last night were of A in a field, sitting astride her lover, pumping away to an orgasm. I was a non-existent observer - like a camera - watching very closely. Just a short distance away people were walking by, not seeing the action but making it deliciously dangerous. Her muffled cries as she came slowly faded away as I drifted into sleep.
Still, that was last night. Today I watched a rather exciting video featuring a compilation of black men with big cocks penetrating white women. The video was put together like a music video with a cover of Paint it Black behind it. It also featured single words every now and then.
The whole thing was meant to make lesser white men feel inadequate. It certainly worked on me.
Now, I'm a realist and know that all black men are not hung like stallions while all white men are hung like prawns. Actually I have evidence. A black guy with a small one and a white guy with a big one. K would vouch for the latter as she had him a number of times. Still, it's fun to be made to feel this inadequate. Don't ask me why. It's the cuckold thing I guess.
Watching this video reminded me of something I'd completely forgotten about. It happened when I was working on the help desk at a law firm in Sydney. Back in those days, back up and maintenance of the system had to be done by hand and at fairly unsociable hours, so we took turns.
This particular morning it was my turn to take the early shift so I turned up to work at about 5:30am. I set up and set off the bits I had to do and then went to make a coffee, while I waited for the next bit.
On the floor where I worked there was a shower attached to the toilets with doors connecting to male and female on either side. This shower was for the partners of the firm and no-one else. Everyone was told this the day they started. In those days you could be out of a job for such an infringement.
So, this morning I went to the toilet and heard someone in the shower. I thought this was odd but figured a partner was in early and needed a shower...you can never really figure lawyers out sometimes.
While I was standing at the sinks, washing my hands, the shower door opened and out walked a young black guy, completely naked with the most perfect cock I'd ever seen. He was as shocked as me and he sputtered out an apology and tried to go back into the shower room. I told him it was fine telling him his cock was so magnificent it deserved to be on display. I said it sort of jokey and he smiled.
He explained that he was a cleaner and always took a shower at the end of his shift. He used different showers on different floors to lessen the chance of being caught. I was the first person to catch him and he was worried I'd say something. I made a deal with him. If he let me suck his cock, I'd keep silent about him using the shower.
He was a little unsure at first but eventually gave in and I spent a wonderful half hour with his cock in my mouth. He came twice. He was very pleased he didn't have to do anything to me. I never saw him again.
His cock was about 8-9" and very thick. At least that's how I remember it. I distinctly remember how beautiful it looked and how stiff it was in my mouth. Speaking of which...
I have found a chap, not far from me, who is 'bi-curious' and wants to have his cock sucked. His name is John. He said he may like to try more so I had to tell him about my chastity...just in case he wants to try sucking mine.
This is a rather good excuse because, while I love sucking others, I'm not really that keen on getting blow jobs. I watch guys on porn videos getting them and, while I find it very hot to watch (I generally imagine I'm the person doing it) as a real thing, it just doesn't work.
When I say 'it doesn't work' I mean I don't get hard and generally just want to stop. I have no idea why this is but it's been that way as far back as I can remember. In saying that, I have successfully come in someone's mouth before. If I'm already hard I can stay that way long enough to finish - always quickly. But it still isn't as enjoyable as it probably should be.
It's rather annoying because I can see why it should be very exciting and enjoyable but my cock just doesn't feel the same as me.
Still, that was last night. Today I watched a rather exciting video featuring a compilation of black men with big cocks penetrating white women. The video was put together like a music video with a cover of Paint it Black behind it. It also featured single words every now and then.
The whole thing was meant to make lesser white men feel inadequate. It certainly worked on me.
Now, I'm a realist and know that all black men are not hung like stallions while all white men are hung like prawns. Actually I have evidence. A black guy with a small one and a white guy with a big one. K would vouch for the latter as she had him a number of times. Still, it's fun to be made to feel this inadequate. Don't ask me why. It's the cuckold thing I guess.
Watching this video reminded me of something I'd completely forgotten about. It happened when I was working on the help desk at a law firm in Sydney. Back in those days, back up and maintenance of the system had to be done by hand and at fairly unsociable hours, so we took turns.
This particular morning it was my turn to take the early shift so I turned up to work at about 5:30am. I set up and set off the bits I had to do and then went to make a coffee, while I waited for the next bit.
On the floor where I worked there was a shower attached to the toilets with doors connecting to male and female on either side. This shower was for the partners of the firm and no-one else. Everyone was told this the day they started. In those days you could be out of a job for such an infringement.
So, this morning I went to the toilet and heard someone in the shower. I thought this was odd but figured a partner was in early and needed a shower...you can never really figure lawyers out sometimes.
While I was standing at the sinks, washing my hands, the shower door opened and out walked a young black guy, completely naked with the most perfect cock I'd ever seen. He was as shocked as me and he sputtered out an apology and tried to go back into the shower room. I told him it was fine telling him his cock was so magnificent it deserved to be on display. I said it sort of jokey and he smiled.
He explained that he was a cleaner and always took a shower at the end of his shift. He used different showers on different floors to lessen the chance of being caught. I was the first person to catch him and he was worried I'd say something. I made a deal with him. If he let me suck his cock, I'd keep silent about him using the shower.
He was a little unsure at first but eventually gave in and I spent a wonderful half hour with his cock in my mouth. He came twice. He was very pleased he didn't have to do anything to me. I never saw him again.
His cock was about 8-9" and very thick. At least that's how I remember it. I distinctly remember how beautiful it looked and how stiff it was in my mouth. Speaking of which...
I have found a chap, not far from me, who is 'bi-curious' and wants to have his cock sucked. His name is John. He said he may like to try more so I had to tell him about my chastity...just in case he wants to try sucking mine.
This is a rather good excuse because, while I love sucking others, I'm not really that keen on getting blow jobs. I watch guys on porn videos getting them and, while I find it very hot to watch (I generally imagine I'm the person doing it) as a real thing, it just doesn't work.
When I say 'it doesn't work' I mean I don't get hard and generally just want to stop. I have no idea why this is but it's been that way as far back as I can remember. In saying that, I have successfully come in someone's mouth before. If I'm already hard I can stay that way long enough to finish - always quickly. But it still isn't as enjoyable as it probably should be.
It's rather annoying because I can see why it should be very exciting and enjoyable but my cock just doesn't feel the same as me.
Monday, 27 June 2011
Day 25
Something I've noticed (and which I noticed during the 70 days) is how much 'pre-cum' there is on the head of my penis. I have no idea what this stuff is and, as much as I don't like the term 'pre-cum', there's nothing else I can think of calling it. It has an oily consistency and feels like a lubricant. It seems to be a permanent feature the longer my chastity.
I'd be interested to know whether this happens to other men or whether I'm just big on excretions. It's not unpleasant, just a bit excessive. Actually, it feels quite pleasant between the head and the foreskin.
I feel a bit sexually charged and notice the smallest things. For instance, there was a woman standing at the counter near me in Starbucks wearing white cotton trousers. I'm pretty sure I could make out the line of her pants. Of course, this could have been the chastity convincing me. To be fair, I'm inclined to think that this is the case.
Most of the day I spent in the garden, toiling away, my cage rattling in my shorts without any real disturbances. It makes me realise how quickly the cage becomes part of you. Just like wearing a t-shirt or shorts. It is only apparent when it impacts on bodily functions. I really do enjoy wearing it. Call me crazy.
Later in the day I had a fantastic email from A, describing a wonderful bout of outdoor sex which really had me going. It had everything. Exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral, penetrative, orgasms, a topless guy who nearly joined in (not that he realised how lucky he could have been). So much better than my imagined sex in a museum toilet!
I have always thought K is an amazingly sexual person and didn't think I'd be lucky enough to find someone else quite like her but I'm pretty sure A is right up there with her. I love hearing about her adventures.
She has also asked me to model my new summer jacket while wearing a pair of my panties to ascertain how fem the jacket looks so here goes. I'm not convinced.
Possibly good news on the cock hunting front. More on this tomorrow.
I'd be interested to know whether this happens to other men or whether I'm just big on excretions. It's not unpleasant, just a bit excessive. Actually, it feels quite pleasant between the head and the foreskin.
I feel a bit sexually charged and notice the smallest things. For instance, there was a woman standing at the counter near me in Starbucks wearing white cotton trousers. I'm pretty sure I could make out the line of her pants. Of course, this could have been the chastity convincing me. To be fair, I'm inclined to think that this is the case.
Most of the day I spent in the garden, toiling away, my cage rattling in my shorts without any real disturbances. It makes me realise how quickly the cage becomes part of you. Just like wearing a t-shirt or shorts. It is only apparent when it impacts on bodily functions. I really do enjoy wearing it. Call me crazy.
Later in the day I had a fantastic email from A, describing a wonderful bout of outdoor sex which really had me going. It had everything. Exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral, penetrative, orgasms, a topless guy who nearly joined in (not that he realised how lucky he could have been). So much better than my imagined sex in a museum toilet!
I have always thought K is an amazingly sexual person and didn't think I'd be lucky enough to find someone else quite like her but I'm pretty sure A is right up there with her. I love hearing about her adventures.
She has also asked me to model my new summer jacket while wearing a pair of my panties to ascertain how fem the jacket looks so here goes. I'm not convinced.
Possibly good news on the cock hunting front. More on this tomorrow.
Sunday, 26 June 2011
Day 24
Yesterday A went and visited a couple of museums so I went to sleep filled with visions of her having furtive, furious sex in disabled toilets. I’ve never been lucky enough to see this happen but that didn’t stop me imagining it! Naturally it ensured a good solid erection. Fortunately I went to sleep before the situation became too much for me.
Today I was reading about an American religious cult dating from the late 19th century, who practised male chastity in order to reduce the likelihood of unwanted pregnancies. According to the statistics, it worked very well.
Something very interesting came out of my reading. This group, apparently, ‘trained’ in a rather unorthodox way. Young males would be initiated into sex by the older women of the group who were past the point of child bearing while the younger women were taught the skills of pleasure and male chastity by the older men of the group. Sounds like a very workable system to me.
The article is here: The Oneida Community New York History piece
Saw something interesting while walking home from the shops this morning. A group comprising mum, dad, two kids and a single male were walking along the park path. She was pushing a pram in which was one child. The father was walking a little ahead with the second child who was walking a bit. The other guy was walking beside the woman chatting to her.
All that seems perfectly normal and, indeed it was, except for one small thing. She was wearing a long, swishy and very see through skirt. Beneath the skirt, plainly visible, she was wearing a tiny pair of bright white pants. Not a thong, just very tiny.
This was the first thing I noticed, obviously – I was hypnotised by the gentle swish as she walked along. Then I noticed the guy walking beside her. Now, when I say ‘beside’ her, he was actually a little behind, his head glancing often at her little behind.
They stopped a little way in front of me and the woman said something to the other guy with the child. The guy who’d been staring at her was now well behind her and getting a great eyeful. Sadly I had to walk by them thus ending my viewing pleasure.
Having an over fertile imagination, I assume that this was husband and wife (and kids) with friend of the husband visiting for the weekend with the intention of having sex with her while the husband watches. The walk in the park was merely to take the kids to their grandparents before the main course begins. That's my dreams sorted for tonight then.
Saturday, 25 June 2011
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