Blow Job Fun

Yesterday still managed to get away from me. I installed a Ring doorbell on our back door. UPS has decided to deliver some packages to the front and some to the back. The only explanation I can come up with is that two drivers are filling in for a recently-retired driver. I also installed a security camera. I was up and down the ladder quite a few times with that one. It covers more area than we want but what can you do.

After the up and down of the ladder, I settled in to vegetate on my computer. Lion asked me to do a few things. And then another. And then could I make the bed? I know he can’t do a lot around here, so it falls on me, and sometimes it frustrates me. Even when he’s working, he has a lot of time to screw around on the computer. I have too many people sitting near me now to do much screwing around. I have to save that for nights and weekends.

It was after 8 when we settled in to snuggle. Even then, I was up and down, letting the dog out and in and out and in. So when I finally got Lion all riled up, it must have been around 9. He took a little time to get hard, but I was going slow. Sometimes he thinks I’m rushing him. I’m not, but I was particularly “not rushing” last night. I tried to keep a steady pace close to his bucking speed. I may have gone a little faster. Eventually, I got him right to the edge and stopped. Awww, poor Lion. Then I started again and got him even closer.

Believe it or not, I was debating with myself whether or not to give him an orgasm. I know I talk a good game about making him so horny his balls are blue, but I really like giving him orgasms. Sometimes I want to take an orgasm, so I’ll charge right up the mountain and over the edge with no concern about how it feels for him. Is there such a thing as a bad orgasm? Other times, like last night, I want to build it up slowly and make him crave release.

I won’t say it was the biggest orgasm of his life. He produced more semen than his last orgasm, but still not a mouthful. I’m not sure there’s any correlation between the amount of semen produced and his horniness. Sometimes he gives me a mouthful when he’s not so horny, and other times the opposite is true. Good thing my reward is the wonderful sound he makes when he comes as well as the cream filling.

His wait was 20 days. For probably half of those days, he wasn’t horny at all. I was tired for some. He was tired for some. It wasn’t a 20-day edging festival like it might have been in the past. The result was the same, so it doesn’t really matter.