Huntsville, Pt 1
Feb. 15th, 2013 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryDrove out to Dale's place at 7, made my flight just fine. I had an unusual dream on the first flight. I dreamt that I had fallen asleep and couldn't wake up. I kept trying, but succeeded only in rolling my head around and flailing my arms, to the point that the girl next to me called the flight attendant over. We had landed, the other passengers were disembarking, and I still couldn't wake up. The flight attendant gave me some soda, still nothing. I did finally wake up - we were still in the air, with another 40 min or so to the flight. I'm bad at dream interpretation.
The flight from Dallas to HSV was much shorter - maybe an hour and a half, and I played video games to pass the time. I'd never seen the client before, so I called him when I landed. He said he was about 10 min away, so I waited outside. He made me a drink inside, we talked about the possibility of a gang bang. Even though I'd done my best to get cleaned up throughout the day, there's just no way I could be ready after 8 hours of travel. His sink couldn't fill up, the water flow was uneven, and even though he had a shower shot, his shower drained so slowly as to make even a regular shower unfeasible, much less the kind I needed to take. Oh, and everything in the room was pristine white. I wondered, as I wrestled with his plumbing and tried not to get any dirt on the bathmat, if this was some sort of power play he subjected all new boys to, so they'd be embarrassed over any number of things. Became all the more determined. It took me a while, but I got cleaned up, put on a jock. He wanted the one in my pics, my oldest jock, which is stained. He also mentioned he worried I was getting "too clean." Ew. He fucked me, rimmed me, fucked me again, and pissed inside me. Not something I'm into, but he didn't ask, and I guess I don't really care. I mean, it's my ass. It's not like it hasn't had worse in it.
He took me out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, but there was little to nothing I could eat there. I got a cheeseless pizza, which was surprisingly good, and a vodka diet. I only ever feel free to order anything at any price when I'm with a client. Even if a friend takes me out to dinner (maybe especially then?), I try to be sensitive to how much of their money I'm spending. I've done this even with my parents from the time I was a very very young man. They'd often get irritated, and tell me to ignore the prices, and I'd still order the cheapest thing on the menu. When I'm with a client, though, I feel like a child who's being taken out for the first time in their conscious life. I can get anything I want? *Anything*? Even Apple Pie? A la mode? With ice cream? It's a great feeling.
I packed up most of the pizza, we headed home, and went to bed. He fucked me again, came inside me again. Woke up one more time in the night, randy, and wanted me to feed him the cum inside me from a few hours ago. No.
The flight from Dallas to HSV was much shorter - maybe an hour and a half, and I played video games to pass the time. I'd never seen the client before, so I called him when I landed. He said he was about 10 min away, so I waited outside. He made me a drink inside, we talked about the possibility of a gang bang. Even though I'd done my best to get cleaned up throughout the day, there's just no way I could be ready after 8 hours of travel. His sink couldn't fill up, the water flow was uneven, and even though he had a shower shot, his shower drained so slowly as to make even a regular shower unfeasible, much less the kind I needed to take. Oh, and everything in the room was pristine white. I wondered, as I wrestled with his plumbing and tried not to get any dirt on the bathmat, if this was some sort of power play he subjected all new boys to, so they'd be embarrassed over any number of things. Became all the more determined. It took me a while, but I got cleaned up, put on a jock. He wanted the one in my pics, my oldest jock, which is stained. He also mentioned he worried I was getting "too clean." Ew. He fucked me, rimmed me, fucked me again, and pissed inside me. Not something I'm into, but he didn't ask, and I guess I don't really care. I mean, it's my ass. It's not like it hasn't had worse in it.
He took me out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, but there was little to nothing I could eat there. I got a cheeseless pizza, which was surprisingly good, and a vodka diet. I only ever feel free to order anything at any price when I'm with a client. Even if a friend takes me out to dinner (maybe especially then?), I try to be sensitive to how much of their money I'm spending. I've done this even with my parents from the time I was a very very young man. They'd often get irritated, and tell me to ignore the prices, and I'd still order the cheapest thing on the menu. When I'm with a client, though, I feel like a child who's being taken out for the first time in their conscious life. I can get anything I want? *Anything*? Even Apple Pie? A la mode? With ice cream? It's a great feeling.
I packed up most of the pizza, we headed home, and went to bed. He fucked me again, came inside me again. Woke up one more time in the night, randy, and wanted me to feed him the cum inside me from a few hours ago. No.
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