Sometimes You Need To Clean The Pipes ...

Yes. This post is about exactly what you think. Sort of. I was wondering today when I'm gonna stop being such a horny fucker. Seriously. I thought I was supposed to be suffering from low testosterone? I thought the ravages of my impending doddering old age would quiet my raging libido. Isn't my prostate supposed to enlarge sometime soon and cause me discomfort enough to turn me off sex? Not that I'm wishing for any of that any time soon. It's just ridiculous sometimes how much of my life is still ruled by my cock!

Yesterday after a fortifying cup of coffee, I started fiddling with my




.... new laptop. Honestly people! I didn't have time before work the day before to do anything but take it out of the box. It's shiny surface tormenting me in my mind. But I was too tired to do much after back to back shows, so when I got home I turned it on to confirm it was working and that's about it. I wasn't about to go on-line until I had protected my new toy from those nasty viruses. (Tee-Hee!) Don't want my PC catchin' The AIDS..... (I had this same conversation with a Best Buy salesperson. I don't know what he was thinking I found so funny, but it was all I could do not to bust out in guffaws as he warned me about how there were nasty viruses out there. Do tell, sport. Where were you when I needed you?) So yesterday I thought I'd just put the keys in, turn it on and go.

Not so fast.

While everything booted fine, something wasn't working with my built in Wi-Fi. While it managed to "see" my system and managing some sort of connection, I was still getting a "no connectivity" error message. Something about the IP address pointed me in a direction to look. I mistakenly thought for the longest time that my IP address should be the same for both machines. That didn't work. Whatever I changed next brought me off-line systemwide. After recycling my router, Vonage router and Verizon modem, I managed to get the guts up and running. But my poor little laptop was still left alone in the cold outside the WEP protection of my system . An electronic Little Match Girl. I grew increasingly frustrated. I instinctively knew I knew how to accomplish this none too difficult task. But by now I was so frustrated I couldn't think. So of course I dialed up my current favorite internet porn site. As a supposed "straight" jock with a seriously hot cock said straight things like "you like that hot ass?" and "Oh, yeah. Fuck me harder." Straight indeed. It was still wicked hot, and with a moan and a shudder, I shot a hot load. Now I'm not making this part up. I no sooner had wiped up my now limp and sticky cock and tucked it back into my gym shorts, slipped on some sandals and headed out of the bedroom whereupon exactly what settings I needed for my laptop and where to find them popped into my head. (So you know, it needed the IP address from the router, from which all good "Internets" flow.) Ten minutes later, and my laptop was welcomed into the fold and christened "Tommysnewlittlebox".

This afternoon, a day later and I'm horny as fuck. I ran down a chance to attend an HIV+ (only) sex party that was supposed to happen but went kerflooey. I had cruised the Manhunt line, keeping a toe in the water all afternoon. I got nibbles but nothing. So I find myself at the laundromat, hoping to find satisfaction in a bag of clean clothes. That's not really a joke. I do get a weird sense of satisfaction (relief?) after I complete the laundry for the week. I feel ... settled by it. The actual wash cycle takes about 20 mins. Just enough time to head to the grocery store two blocks away and pick up what I need to complete a dinner. The drier cycle takes over 40 minutes. I like my clothes to finish completely dry. I suppose I could have purchased a magazine to pass the time. I suppose I could have purchased that computer bag I want but don't need. I instead passed my drier time at the local porno love shack. Where a hot, six foot tall bald guy with an awesome uncut cock, obligingly sucked my cock while bent over so the nice man in the adjoining booth could eat his ass and stick a finger up his hole. With porn playing on the screen beside me I was so turned on he barely had to move his head before I was ready to pop. Ever the lady, I pulled out and sprayed one in the corner. While drying my clothes. Multitask that, bitch.

Still, while I proceeded to folding my delicates, I gotta wonder how long this is going to go on. I still feel my dick twitch when a hot man with a round ass covered in denim walks by. No matter where I am or what I'm doing. If I can work an extra half hour into my gym time so I can work the steam room I do it. I'm still a fucking gland with a forty three year old fag attached. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad everything still works, and I suppose I exercise a modicum of control. But I still get led around by my cock on occasion.