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So, I’ve been pretty distracted from the blog and the challenge with a really great thing.

Unfortunately that means I’m not able to write many updates these days! A lot of the stuff going on I just don’t feel at liberty to describe in all sorts of detail like I have other events… though if I do have any side adventures I’ll still try to describe those.

In the meantime, I’m still trying to keep from jerking off, and I’m still keeping track of every time I do cum. I’m up to 23, averaging about once a week lately. That’s often enough that it’s still really good when it happens but I don’t go out of my mind in the meantime. Maybe I’ll end up cumming 30 times in the year I turn 30.

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I haven’t cum for over 11 days.

As often happens, I was horny and messaged Hawk tonight. He made me take and send a lot of pics to him, and we talked a lot of how he’s in control and can use and expose me however he wants. It had me really turned on. I’m not going to post the particular pics he made me take, but if you were on twitter tonight you might have seen one briefly posted. It involved me reading a book. Doesn’t sound sexy but he knows what it was about.

Anyway, I was so turned on chatting with him that I was begging him to let me cum. Even though we were communicating remotely, I knew he still had that power.

He said yes, on the condition that I filmed it and posted it. So this post is my payment. It’s quick and dirty, but I was desperate for it.

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I dropped two more loads this week and there’s really not much to say about them unfortunately.

The first on Thursday was chatting with an exhibitionist friend online on Thursday, taking about all the crazy stuff we want to do, fueled up a bit by my story of cumming in the lake the previous weekend.

The second was really just a lazy Saturday afternoon. Like how I used to spend a lot of my Saturdays, if there wasn’t anything specific to do I’d just jerk off all afternoon. I still do that a lot except now if I go too long I start getting way too tempted… and yesterday I just didn’t have the will power. So that’s two more cumshots.

The third and last for the week was because I was going back to fill in some of the backlog of the blog, and in writing up my post about sabulum on xtube, couldn’t help but jerk off again watching his videos. His cute smile when he finally gets his speedo back in this one is what set me over the edge this time.

Clearly, in case you haven’t noticed, even if you exclude the one I had called a bonus cumshot earlier in the year, I’ve cum more than 12 times now. Nonetheless, the spirit of the challenge continues! I’m going to try to keep it to about once a month for the rest of the year, and see how that goes. I’m aiming now to keep it under 20 total.

I just need to find something else to do with my weekends…

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A couple nudist/exhibitionist friends of mine were in town and asked about going to the naked beach for some showing off. I immediately jumped on board, and contacted Hawk and another exhibitionist friend to invite them along as well.

It was of course lots of fun being naked with these guys, especially with the other local friend of mine couldn’t help but get hard on the beach. And as hung as he is it was damn hot to see.

Though the water was nearly freezing, we did dare go in for a bit. Hawk really liked teasing me under the water. We were down at a quieter side of the beach but there were still boats around and definitely people along the shore could see us standing closer together than would be completely innocent. Needless to say he had me on the edge pretty quickly (at this point it was over a week since that incident on the street) but he wasn’t about to let me cum. Mostly I was just so turned on at him being bold enough to jerk me off just under the surface, knowing anybody could figure out what we were up to.

We took a break from the chilly waters — with surprisingly little shrinkage thanks to the extra support I had been getting to keep things fluffed up — and Hawk decided to send me for a walk in the woods. My clothes left behind with our bags on the beach, of course. No description of what happened there is really necessary, aside from the simple fact that I found plenty to entertain myself with back there. You can watch for yourself:

That wasn’t even the best part yet. After returning to the beach and relaxing in the sun a bit more with my naked friends, we decided to try the water one more time before leaving. Again, it was freezing, but this time I was motivating myself thinking that maybe Hawk would jerk me off again. I started getting hard just thinking about it and sure enough things started getting frisky under water. We’re in at most four feet of water, Hawk starting to jerk me off, and my other friend watching, getting hard himself.

There was one boat in particular that had four hot gay guys on it that I’m sure could have seen what was going on if they looked in our direction. I like to think I kept things pretty subtle, though I don’t think there can ever be anything really subtle about getting handjob a few meters of the shore of a not empty beach.

The whole feeling of being exposed and out in the open was getting me very close again. I told Hawk that he was getting me right on the edge, and he kept going. Soon I felt I was going to shoot. I was about to bust my load right here in front of everybody, with Hawk jerking me and my friend jerking himself watching, hard beneath the surface, and who knows who else wise to our game. Hawk didn’t stop, and as I struggled to maintain composure from the waist up, I passed the point of no return and seven days of cum was spilling into the lake, creating what basically looked like solid white ropes scattered in the cold water.

Right away my brain started to gain some senses back and I became aware of how close the three of us were standing together. No way anybody who noticed us out there wouldn’t have figured that something was up. I backed away a bit, while my friend still kept jerking his cock. I forget the details but I know Hawk got his hands in there to help out too. It didn’t take long before he started getting close to the edge too, except I don’t think there was any worry about composure from him. He was grunting and groaning more and more with each stroke, and when he finally went over the edge he let out this obviously orgasm-induced moan that I’m sure must have been heard halfway down the beach.

We all started laughing immediately as the reality of what he just did sunk in, though it seemed that we got away with it; even the guys in the boat not 5 meters away didn’t seem to take notice.

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I woke up hard and horny this morning as usual. 18 days since I last came. It was about 6am when I woke up, and even though I could be sleeping in on this Saturday morning, my hard on wasn’t having it. It needed attention.

As is my usual routine I went online, I got into a really fucking hot conversation with a really hot guy on dudesnude, talking about getting naked in public. If half the stuff this guy said he’s done is true, he’s got balls.

He wanted to meet up with me and make me strip for him.

Then let’s go for a walk… I will say strip now! And no matter who can see you you have to take your shorts off, then shirt. You will not have underwear or shoes. Flip flops only. You will walk while stripping and hand them to me. I will decide when and where you are not naked.

I was rock hard and he knew it, but he wanted proof that I was actually going to be willing to do what he said when he said it.

I need you to do a dare for me today to prove your obedience. I want your to take a fully nude fully erect selfie anywhere outdoors and public. No private patio or enclosed backyard… that’s cheating.

You will send your pic to me via SMS text by no later then 7pm.

Normally when guys order me to take pics for them it doesn’t work for me; I really have to be in the mood for it, and I have to be into the particular pic he wants. This time, both were right on the money. I knew if I was going to take a pic like that I wouldn’t be able to do it later in the day. It was 6:30 am now; this is as quiet outside as it’s going to get.

I already had a place in mind. I put on a plain white T-shirt, thin gym shorts (no underwear), and flip flops, and was out the door with keys in one hand and phone in the other.

Once outside I walk for a bit until I find the secluded corner I had in mind to try this. I was pretty sure I couldn’t be seen from anywhere, and nobody was around on the street. My shirt came off and I threw it down onto the pavement as I approached where I knew my shorts would be coming off. Already I’m turned on just being out in public without a shirt. I get my camera app ready and start thinking about how I’m going to do this. Starting to watch for people, thinking how quickly I can get my shorts off, where I’ll throw them to be out of the shot but still handy to get back on quickly if I need…. then I remember I’m also supposed to be hard for this pic.

Ok, I thought, getting hard isn’t going to be a problem after 18 days, but I want to be ready when the shorts come off. So still with shorts on, I start jerking off through the material.

Fuck, I realize, this is actually going to be dangerous. I can feel myself getting close to cum and I’m not even hard yet.

Stop. Take a breath.

Ok, off the edge a bit, keep going, going to get rock solid for this pic, out naked in public….

Getting harder, getting closer again…

Fuck, too far, wait, stop, gotta relax….

FUCK! Too late, before I can even loosen my grip I realize I’m cumming already, right there in my shorts.

Fuck, my shorts! This is all I have to wear and after just two spurts it is already starting to soak through, dripping down the outside.

Without even thinking if the coast is clear, and still more out in the open than I was planning, I shuck the shorts down to my ankles and try to aim my still-cumming cock further out so it lands on the pavement instead of in my shorts. After 18 days there’s a huge load and all of it is coming out.

After I stop cumming I’m just in a daze for a second. Ok, gotta get a pic to prove that I was out here for that guy. So I snap a quick shot (it wasn’t a great one so it isn’t going online here, sorry) and pull up my shorts again. They are soaked. There’s a huge cum stain in the crotch and down one leg. And there’s nothing to do about it.

I start walking back along the sidewalk, pick up my t-shirt and put it back on on the way, hoping every hope I could that I wouldn’t pass anybody getting back into my building. Happily, I got lucky on that count and did manage to make it back to my apartment without being seen.

I sent the guy the pic I took, and I think he was overall satisfied though he did say he’d have to issue another, harder challenge for not being hard in it.

After that, of course, I lost a bit of my nerve and we never did follow through with meeting him. We are still in contact though so it may yet happen. Who knows what he’ll make me do in person… especially if he catches me after a few weeks again.

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So, time to come clean.

I had done really well through the first part of the year, but lately I’ve fallen off the wagon a bit. I’ve cheated a few times and been jerking off (yes, all the way) more than I should.

There was an incident right before pride where I was checking out this really hot guy on xtube by the name of sabulum and just couldn’t keep it in any more. Especially with this video:

Something about how nervous he seems, but still goes through with what his dick is telling him to do, talking himself through it, and showing everything in the process, is really really hot. Even better that he’s so damn cute, and in that video locked in chastity too. Can’t help but wonder what the story there is. The videos of him leaving his apartment building buck naked also really got me off.

So, including my “bonus” cumshot, that would be my 8th load of the year.

Except, well, I did have a couple weaker moments earlier in the year, because of the problem I described in this post. These were always right after another cumshot, though, so really all part of the same event. So really when I say eight times cumming so far, I really mean that I’ve cum on 8 different days. And only 8 different days. For my own sanity I think I have to give myself a few hours grace period like that—which, for the record, I’ve only made use of twice, and still try to avoid—to keep up with the spirit of this whole challenge of going as long as possible between each orgasm.

Anyway, that happened back on June 24th, but here we are in July. There were a couple more times this week, once two days ago and once tonight, where I really have no excuse other than just jerking off to porn only and not having the self control I needed. So, those are shots 9 and 10. Without really any explanation. Totally a waste! Though it felt good at the moment I know it would be been so much more fun to save them up.

As part of all this, I revamped the Stats page a bit, so that I now have a table of each individual day that I’ve shot a load, plus how long it had been since the last one, and a link to the post where I describe what happened. I think this setup will be easier for me to keep up to date, which means it’ll keep me honest!

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I’m way behind on posts. Finally posting this on August 10th, working through about a month of back posts. I’ve been keeping drafts to makes sure the timing and number of cumshots is still accurate, but unfortunately the write-ups might not be as long and detailed until I catch up…

It’s World Pride this year in Toronto, and I really wanted to save up for a while before Pride itself so I’d be really wound up and ready to have quite a bit of fun.

Number of times cumming in 2014: 5 (plus 1 bonus shot; only 7 left!)
Current time without cumming: 13 days, 2 hours

With almost two weeks built up already I am already really horny, and already psyching myself up to get some action. Pride officially started tonight and though the parade isn’t for another week, I was thinking a lot of people might already be in town and looking to get off. I decided not to wait, and go slut it up at the bathhouse as a kind of opening ceremonies for myself.

Unfortunately my great reasoning didn’t quite work out, and the bathhouse wasn’t quite as hopping as I was hoping it might be. There were a fair number of people around, but not the hot crowds that pride promised.

I did spend some time on my knees in the dark room / play maze area and sucked a few cocks. There were a couple hot guys floating around; one really fit asian guy that I liked feeling up as he leaned up against the wall and I was on my knees servicing. I probably took two or three loads in the face and swallowed one before deciding to take a break—and this is without really even seeing the guys, it being so dark.

I went down to the wet area, rinsed off in the showers, and went into the steamroom. The layout of this place has a big glass wall facing the showers, and because it’s darker in the steamroom you can sit there and watch guys showering or walking by to the hot tub. It’s a good way to see who is around. One guy in particular caught my eye at this point: probably early to mid twenties, tall, dark hair, kind of lanky but well defined, and wearing, of all things, a pair of running sneakers. Not your usual footwear in the showers.

He came in to the steamroom and sat a little ways away from me. He seemed like he was actively ignoring everybody, like a closeted guy desperately trying to avoid looking at someone’s junk in a high school locker room. Definitely the hottest guy around, though. I tried catching his eye but he was determined to stay staring at that spot on the wall. A couple guys did approach him, touched his leg, but he immediately pushed their hands away and said “No thanks, I’m good”. Ok, so maybe this guy really isn’t interested in doing anything.

I’ve never been one for sitting in the heat for long, so I got up, had another quick rinse in the showers, and then walked down to the hottub. I was still trying to catch his eye, smile at him, make sure he saw where I was headed, just in case he was paying attention out of his peripheral vision.

After only about a minute, he came out of the steam room and walked down to the hot tub (setting his sneakers neatly by the side with his towel before getting in). There were two other guys in there who greeted us as we got in. He said “Hi” politely, and this time we briefly made eye contact as he got in, but there wasn’t much communication after that. At least here he was watching the porn, glancing around the room a bit, and I hope checking me out a bit. I’m pretty sure he knew I was playing with myself under the water. But again, I knew he wasn’t going to be the most approachable. I figured my best chance was just to make it known I was interested, not come on to strong, and hope he would come to me.

I knew nothing was going to happen in the hot tub with these other guys around, so I decided to move back to the steam room, and this time definitely made eye contact with the guy as I left. Ok, I thought, this is it. If he follows, I know he’s interested, but if not, then I’ll give up and move on.

Sure enough, less than a minute later he was back in the steam room—sneakers back on—and taking a seat about two feet away.

I started to play with myself under my towel, still not wanting to come on too strong to scare him away, but still making it clear that I was getting off on checking him out. He was watching out of the corner of his eye, still seeming kind of skittish, but soon he was scooching along be bench a bit, getting closer, and before long his hand was on my leg. Game on.

Almost right away he leaned over and started kissing me. Hot, I thought, that a guy who I thought seemed nervous about hooking up with a guy at all, just dived right in. I was really enjoying making out with this guy as he jerked me off and my hands were all over his nice tight body. Others in the room started taking interest, and as always happened, started moving in to take part. This is bad, I thought; I already know he’s not into these guys. He pushed their hands away again, but they stayed where they were right beside and in front of us watching. Every once in a while a hand would start to wander and again we’d have to move it.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” he said.

“Do you have a room?” I asked. Usually I have no interest in going to a guy’s room (if I wanted to have sex in private I’d have just invited someone over to my place from Grindr), but for this guy I might make an exception.

“No, do you?”

“No, but we can find somewhere.”

We got up and headed upstairs, to the dark area, where I knew there were lots of dark corners. Once we were in a spot that I thought might be pretty well sheltered, I pushed him up against the wall, took his towel off, and got down to my knees.

It wasn’t long before we had an audience again, though. If they just behave themselves, I thought, maybe we’ll be ok. He did have to say “no thanks, we’re fine” a couple times. As if to shake off the mosquitoes, he pulled me up and got us to change positions. There was a little stool against the wall where I sat, and now he was on his knees sucking me off.

I know he wasn’t into the guys around, which in a weird way made it even hotter that he was down sucking me off in front of all of them.

Unfortunately, this also made him a bit more vulnerable, not able to see guys coming up and his hands occupier. I did my best fending off the other guys. Fuck, this was getting annoying. One guy in particular started touching my buddy, I pushed him off and said “no thanks”, but without even a polite pause he immediately put his hands back on. This time I took his wrist firmly and moved his hand away, saying “no”. Approaching once is fine, and even if I’m not into a guy I won’t hold it against a guy for trying, but fucking learn what “no” means. For a third time, this guy not only starts touching us again, but actually crouches down to get closer to my friend, as if to hump him from behind. I’ve had enough now, I push him off, firmly enough that he has to take a step back to steady himself, and say loudly enough for anybody else watching to hear clearly “We said NO”.

This was—understandably—the last straw for my guy, and he got up, saying “I can’t do this with these guys around”. Fuck. I go with him, hoping that there’ll still be another chance, and I remember that there are actually some private booths around.

I tell him, and though he seems like he’s a bit done with this, he does follow me to the other side of the dark area and into one of the booths. The first one doesn’t latch, and we joke that everything is working against us at this point, but the second one works fine. I’m a little worried that the trolls from before will have followed is and might start pawing at us through the numerous glory holes, but we luck out and are left alone.

Both towels are on the group in no time, and after a bit more making out, I get down onto my knees to finish what I started before. He’s into it, holding my head, running his hands through my hair, and soon I’m swallowing his load. I stand up, happily he’s still willing to kiss, and then surprisingly—I was sure once he came he’d be done—he moved down and started sucking me off again.

Though I had lost my high a bit from those pushy guys earlier, all the hormones came rushing back, thinking about cute guy sucking me off and potentially giving him my load. I figured after what has been a very mixed experience for this guy (I’m hoping the part with me swallowing his load made some of it worth it) I didn’t want to disappoint this guy. I let myself get close to the edge, wondering if this is how I wanted to spend my 6th load, and knowing that I really really wanted to let this guy have it.

I started to indicate I was getting close, and though he kept sucking for a bit, he did stop long enough to say “can I just jerk you off to finish?”

Fuuuuck.

Looking back on it, I should have just said it was alright, I didn’t need to cum (something I’ve gotten used to saying) but I was too close to really think rationally about it. So I just said “sure” and let myself explode, shooting cum all over him and the wall behind him. Damn that felt good. I would have preferred he swallow it, but it was still hot coating him in two weeks of cum. Probably more than he expected. If he was a neophyte, nervous about doing something with a guy, there was no denying that he had just had cock in his mouth and made a guy orgasm given how much of my cum was all over him.

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Saturday afternoon, a friend of mine was having a summer kick-off barbeque, full of lots of hot gay guys. Just the kind of thing to get me boned up and fantasizing about all sorts of porn movie style plot twists. This is where I am going into it:

Number of times cumming in 2014: 4 (plus 1 bonus shot; only 8 left!)
Current time without cumming: 56 days, 17 hours

Definitely due. But at this point I’m also thinking that pride is just a few weeks away and it might be worth saving up for that..

Despite my porn-movie fantasies, I wasn’t really thinking that anything would happen here. There were a couple guys there that I have hooked up with before and would consider doing again, but I’m not the type to initiate anything… usually.

There was one guy in particular that I’ve had a lot of fun with in the past, and I knew if I was going to get off with anybody it was going to be him. My first time with him was taking him home from a bar with my boyfriend-at-the-time (my ex now), and being so eager to get going that after making out and fingering him in the cab ride home, we stripped him down in the elevator and was face fucking him by the time we got to my floor. Inside his clothes were left on the floor by the door while the two of us stripped. In no time he was on the bed on all fours and I was inside him while my ex jerked off and watched me pound him. Since this was after an evening of lost of flirting and teasing, it didn’t take me long to shove it in deep and bust my load. I pulled out and passed this guy’s ass over to my ex and he took his turn without missing a beat.

That probably over a year ago now, but still every time we see each other we’re more handsy than I am with anybody else and there’s a definite sense in the air that we could fuck at any moment.

It wasn’t exactly on purpose, but after a bit of flirting with him on and off and chatting with some of my other friends, I lost track of him, and thought I would take a break to go up to the washroom. Turns out, that’s where he had gone too. The two of us were waiting outside the only bathroom, very innocent, when the guy using it came out and past us going back downstairs. As this hot little guy moved to go into the bathroom, I grabbed his arm and diverted him into the host’s bedroom instead.

He immediately grabbed my head and we started making out, no question about someone noticing we had gone or coming into the room to catch us. As I grabbed his crotch and he grabbed mine, he made to move away and head back out to the bathroom as planned, I guess being satisfied with our clandestine make-out session. I, however, wasn’t, so said “wait” as I undid my shorts and got my cock out.

Despite being a bit concerned about being caught now, he bent down and started sucking. I was hard in no time and enjoyed my hand on the back of his head, thrusting in and out, enjoying the fact that there was a party going on just outside the window in the backyard.

Again he pulled off, apparently in a hurry to get out, but again I said “wait”, and added “you’re going to swallow it.” The look in his eyes was this hot kind of submission, giving away that he knew he should leave but also that he knew he was going to stay. He gave in to those deeper desires and got down on his knees.

Now I’m really getting into it, this guy sucking me off, a huge load built up, knowing that this guy is going to have my 2-month load of cum in his stomach and the taste of it still in his mouth when he goes back outside. As much as I wanted to bend him over the bed and fuck his brains out again, I was loving this blowjob and was getting off on making him swallow it. As I got closer I started to get more and more into it and started caring less about who might be on the other side of the door overhearing us. I don’t know how long it took but when I finally burst this guy was a trooper and swallowed every drop. I’m sure it might quite a nice thick mouthful, because when he stood up, swallowed again, he said, “wow that was a big load”. Yeah, no shit!

Number of times cumming in 2014: 5 (plus 1 bonus shot; only 7 left!)
Current time without cumming: 0 days, 0 hours
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