One of the HOTTEST blogs I go to is Total Cock Worship.  This was today's post:

slave

Abase and defile me, Cock.

As I kneel before You, there is nothing present but You.

This man, this believer, this worshiper is servant to Your impulses, needs, momentary desires.

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I pull up to Master Zee's and Bryan is waiting at the curb with a small wrapped gift box.  He jumps in my Jeep all smiles like the stunningly beautiful fairy he is.  I can't help but grin back like the Cheshire cat wishing I were 20 years younger, 10 times more good looking and, well, a top.

"So ... do you have to be right back after the movie?" That was my oh-so-subtle way to ask what orders from Master Zee does he have.

Bryan knew the game, "When it comes to you I am allowed a lot of leeway."  Hmmm, that's weird.  Master Zee must be up to something.

While we drove to the theater we chatted aboutt this that and the other thing deftly avoiding any conversion about Dean or my situation.  I tried not ask about the little gift box in his hands ... the curiosity was tearing me up.read more >>

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After coating the glass doors of the shower with my fourth (!) load of the day, my body came crashing down dragging with it my emotional footing.  From such a high to feeling like I'd just done something terrible. 

I quickly rinsed off and got dressed.  I walked in the living room figuring Dean would have left; but there he was, naked as a jaybird doing the lunch dishes.  I hated seeing his cock locked in the CB-Curve.  He was still engorged as I saw his cock's flesh oozing through the slits.

"Get dressed will ya?"  He looks at me kinda funny. "Yessir."

"Don't do that shit with me."

"Ok" and off he goes to his room.  I finish the dishes and take a beer to the outside deck and stretch out in the sun.  There's still a bite in the air but Summer's definitely at the doorstep.  Dean comes out in shorts sandals and his typical tight black t-shirt; sits on the other patio chair.read more >>

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I struggled out of the fog of alchol-induced slumber to the smell of food.  Ever since we broke up I haven't had much of an apetite and often went a day or even two without eating much of anything ... and, considering I'm a bit on the larger side - Ok.  Ok.  More than a bit! - I could stand to lose a few pounds.  But I smelled meat grilling.  I got up, threw on a pair of boxers and walked to the kitchen.  There was Dean frying burgers on the Jen-Air in nothing but his typical bikini underwear - the Curve bulging it suggestively.  I felt a twinge of lust consume me as I looked at his gorgeous body, my eyes scanning from his bulge upward along his six-pack to his pecs then his face.  But my lust vanished as I began to notice the dark splotches of bruises discoloring is tanned skin.  And his face, puffy, swollen, black and blue around his torn lip and his eye.read more >>

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We hadn't talked in awhile even though we lived in the same house ... he'd usually leave for work in the morning and often not return until late night.  Oh ... he'd still mumble a "Thank you" when he grabbed a cup of coffee I made or cleaned the kitchen ... but there were no conversations.  I was feeling pretty lonely and frustrated.

I had my bits of revenge as now I'd taken to masturbating - loudly and aggressively - every morning.  I'd leave the door ajar on the pretense of needing cross-ventilation.  God it feels so good to cum when I want to ... watching my juice fly up onto my stomach.  Then slurping it up, tasting that wonderful taste of cum.  Often Jeffie would help me ... I'd ride that huge dildo and remember times when I did this in front of Dean ... the difference being that then I culd not touch my cock.read more >>

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