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When I grabbed the menthol yesterday, Lion said he didn’t think he was interested in sex. I teased him about not wanting sex just because there was menthol rub involved. He said he never wants that stuff but wasn’t necessarily interested anyway. I asked if he might change his mind if I sucked him. Surprisingly (not), he said he thought he could be persuaded. Yup. I was set up.

I put away the menthol and he was across the bed before I knew it. He moves very quickly when oral sex is involved. Does he think I’ll change my mind? It’s not likely, especially if I’m the one suggesting it. Of course, that doesn’t mean he’ll be happy when it’s over. Nothing says I have to give him an orgasm when I suck him. Before I figured out all his noises and how to tell when he was close, he pretty much knew he’d get an orgasm when I suggested oral sex. No more. I can edge him just as effectively either way. Poor Lion.

I wasn’t sure he’d get very far when I started. Sometimes it takes a little while, even with my tongue hitting all the right spots, for him to get hard. I don’t know if that’s a symptom of age or of too little foreplay. It doesn’t matter. Soon, he was hard and on his way to the edge. So much for not being interested.

We haven’t had a great track record lately when it comes to playing. I drop the ball a lot. I had no idea how long he’d been waiting since his last orgasm. I had no idea how many times we’d actually played since then. Luckily, when I thought he was pretty close, I stopped and snuck a peak at the white board that shows how many days since his last orgasm. Eight. Perfect. I could make him wait, or I could be nice to him. My options were open.

His thighs tense up when he’s close. He squishes my shoulders and I know he’s almost there. I decided I wanted a shot at Lion cream, so I took him all the way over the edge. It seemed like a short orgasm, but he was happy with it. I wish I’d gotten some cream filling, but otherwise I was happy with it too. It took him a while to move afterwards. I guess that’s the sign of a good orgasm.

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I set up the massage table yesterday. First, I asked Lion if he wanted me to set it up. He told me it wasn’t up to him. True, but if I’d just started things the way I wanted to start them, he might not be as excited. I invited him to join me in his office.

He doesn’t like when I go right for his balls to tie them up. I guess it doesn’t matter as much with his balls. It’s clothespins and painful things that require a little warmup. He loves having his balls tied. Unfortunately, one of them didn’t want to cooperate. I spent a little time getting him hard before I snuck up on his balls again. This time, I got them both.

I don’t know exactly when we started. I guess it was a little after 5. By 5:30, he wasn’t as hard as I’d like, and he was nowhere near the edge. How long should I give him? I never want him to think I’m giving up on him. Sometimes he’ll tell me he isn’t going to get any further. Last night, I called it after about a half hour. He apologized for not getting more excited. I gave him a little suck and he said he liked that. He really liked it. I told him it was something to look forward to for next time. He groaned. Poor Lion. I sucked him a few more times and then stopped.

Lion seems to think I can give him a blow job if he’s at the end of the table and I’m on a chair. I don’t see that as a comfortable or sustainable position. My back hurts a little bit standing beside him jerking him off. I was trying to figure out if the table was too high or too low. I don’t know if sitting will work. I’ll have to drag the chair out. Anyway, I like having him lie across the bed when I give him a blow job. It’s more comfortable for me. I assume it’s more comfortable for him too. If we’d stayed in the bedroom last night, he probably would have gotten at least the beginnings of a blow job.

It’s too soon for another orgasm, even tonight. The poor boy will just have to suffer through more sucking and jerking.

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I didn’t bring out the rope, but I did snuggle with Lion when he got out of the shower. He was cold and huddled under the blankets. I huddled with him. And then he fell asleep. And then I fell asleep. So much for playing early and tying up his balls.

After dinner, I snuggled in again. This time I managed to play with his balls, although I still didn’t have the rope with me. He got a little hard, but not as hard as I would have liked. I tried for a while. He didn’t seem inclined to pause the TV. I took that as an indication of non-horniness. (I make up words.) Lion will say I could have asked him if he was horny. He’ll say I could have paused the TV. Yes and yes. But I think using my weenie as a divining rod of horniness is a good indicator. My weenie can be hard before I even get to him, if he’s really in the mood. Sometimes it takes a little work to convince him. Sometimes when I ask Lion, he’ll say he doesn’t know if he’s horny or not. Once the weenie divining rod is in hand, I can tell fairly quickly.

Okay. Nothing happened last night. Tonight is another opportunity. Maybe I’ll get my act together and actually have the rope with me when I start. I’ll be able to spring into action if my weenie cooperates. I’ll get those balls tied up nice and tight. If he’s lucky, I might even give him some oral encouragement. That sounds nice. Bouncing balls and sucking on my weenie. Yes, please.

Lion has been working on a synopsis for his book. He says it hasn’t been going well. Maybe that’s why my weenie wasn’t in the mood. I know when he’s been working on the book, he tends to be less horny. The same may be true about working on a synopsis. It’s okay. I’ll get those balls tied sooner or later.

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I don’t understand why the NFL has decided to play games in other countries. Today’s Giants game was on at 6:30 am our time. Needless to say, we didn’t watch it in real time. We watched a recording at a more reasonable hour, although it was still pretty early for football. The game didn’t start off all that well for our side, but they pulled it off and won in the end. It’s amazing what a decent coach can do.

Lion was about to order some food from a deli in New York City when I found a Jewish deli in Seattle. Yes, he was ordering his own birthday food. Yes, it is ironic. I don’t know how this deli remained hidden for so long. Supposedly it’s been open since 2018. We regularly search for Jewish delis and good bakeries. Anyway, we placed an order for pickup and set off in search of real deli food closer than NYC, rather than going for burgers. By the time we made it home with the food, my blood sugar was so low I had the audacity to grab Lion a Coke instead of a Cel-Ray. How dare I? And the food, despite being about the same price as the New York deli, was definitely not as good as its NYC counterpart. Oh well. Live and learn.

We both took naps and showers after our big lunch/dinner. Lion asked why I hadn’t come near him yet. He’d still been snoozing a bit and I was slow to react to his awakening. However, once we got on the same page, he was aroused and looking for the continuation of the previous evening’s blow job. Luckily, this time, it went all the way to an orgasm. A birthday orgasm, if you consider that 9 pm here is midnight in New York, which is how we count things sometimes. It’s easier to celebrate midnight in New York than staying awake until midnight local time.

As far as I know, we are still on track to go to the casino today. I hope the winning streak continues.