God is Good

Quite the day, yesterday. After the disappointment of Saturday night, I started in early making sure that I had something in place in the way of a hookup for Sunday night. So, while I had my tea in the morning, I logged onto Leather Navigator. Sure enough, there was a Top in Hell's Kitchen who was up for some fun. He was the guy that left me waiting at Cleo's when unbeknownst to me he had to cancel a date because of an office Christmas party back in December. So soon after yesterday's blog, there I was saying 'yes, Sir' and 'no, Sir' and getting tied up and ploughed. And it went alright. No urge to get the hell out of there. I gave him some pointers on flogging, showing him the Golden Triangle on the back, and headed down to Sazerac for dinnner.

After a truly wonderful breast of duck at Saz, I hit Ty's, then stopped by Factory Cafe for a latte. I pondered heading home and calling it a day, as I have a lot of work to do today, but decided instead to go up to the Eagle. At this point, the Blizzard of Ought Three was raging. But, my trusty jeep got me there.

At the Eagle, I started to get annnoyed. The porn on the video screens was just laughable. A body builder is awoken in bed by his two cocker spaniels. He does some muscle flexes for the benefit of his dog, and then goes and takes a shower wearing his jock strap, where he flexes some more. He shaves, fails to remember to brush his teeth, and then heads off ot spend time with some other body builders, flexing. I mean, is there a person on the planet that thinks that's hot?

I was sort of sitting there drinking my beer and planning a blog that consisted of Spiegel (my nickname for the joint, it means 'children's game' in German). For example: Upcoming Events at the Eagle:

Wednesday: Merino Wool Turtleneck Sweater Night
Thursday: Never a cover for guys wearing black framed nerd glasses!
Friday: Fetish Night! (If your fetish happens to be men wearing tee shirts with amusing sayings on them such as "I can't even think straight," this is the place to be!)

So I'm sitting there feeling disgusted and haughty and trying to relax by watching a pool game. One of the pool players comes over and says hello and introduces himself, a really handsome man. He chats me up, and I'm thinking, "he'll never want to come back to Jersey City, it's way too late to do any kind of a scene that would involve making a vanila first timer feel okay about getting tied up or whatever, Mr. Vanila would probably flip out if he came home with me and saw my St. Andrew's cross, etc." That kind of thing. And then, he says, "So, are you into fisting?" I said I was, and then told him that I also liked whipping, flogging, and piss. "I like all of that," he replies. I told him I lived in Jersey City, and he said, "Are you ready to go now?" I told him to give me a few minutes. I finished out my beer, and planned in my head a scene at home. Music, lighting, setting the stage... When I had a clear idea of something that might work, I said, alright, let's go. He followed me in his truck back to Jersey City.

When we got in the door, I put wrist restraints on him and secured him spread-eagle to the bed. Then, I went into the den and started to get ready. I laid out a drop cloth in front of the St Andrew's cross, got out the J-Lube, hung two six foot lengths of chain from the top of the cross, lit candles, and put on John Tavener's the Sheltering Veil. I went and got him from the bedroom, brought him into the den, and secured him so that he was on his back at the foot of the cross, with his hand secured at either side. Then, I used the lengths of chain to hold up his feet. It wasn't as good as a sling would have been, but it wasn't too bad. Once he was in place, I sat watching him watching me while I clipped and filed my nails. I took my time about everything.

Fisting him was sublime. He just opened right up. Truly wonderful. He felt bad because he hadn't cleaned out, but I said it was no big deal, I wasn't freaked out by shit. (A legacy of having dated Special Guy, who would welcome shit. I'm not there, but I don't mind it.) It was beautiful, his wonderful body, the clank of the chains, the candlelight, the music... Once I was in there, I was able to straighten him out, and work my way deeper and deeper, going for the gold. When I couldn't go much further, he suggested I'd be able to if I let him go clean himself out. So I did. He scurried off to the bathroom and returned shortly thereafter.

When he came back, with his skin all damp and warm from the shower, I just melted. And then, he walked over, secured himself to the Cross, and so I flogged him.

And then I fisted him some more.

And then we shot our loads.

And then we slept together, curled around one another.

Oh sweet mystery of life at last I've found you.

So, he just left.

Must get to work.

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