Insomnia and my mind. Be warned.

It’s almost 3:00 in the morning and I cannot sleep. I tried, but having a strep-ish flu-ish ridden bed partner who is coughing like a chain smoking lesbian truck driver does not lend itself to a peaceful slumber.

I laid there at least two hours thinking about things like how good my penis feels with the metal rod through the end and, now that there is no pain, how groovy it is that I can push in toward the tip and actually feel and even hold the bar inside there.

That got me thinking about chastity and how much I look forward to being able to wear a device again because I have found I have really missed it. For me, what I have discovered is that I love the fact that I am controlled yet still unlocked to fuck Axel or Thumper and, while it’s a different animal in many ways, my switchiness has even pervaded the Dom/sub dynamics at home because, in actuality, I set many of the rules as to how and why I will not be locked down. Axel has the power to change them, of course, but I don’t see that happening for awhile just based on him and how he approaches life and his dominant role. All that said, I am very different than Thumper in that when I am unlocked, it’s very rare I want to just Tumblr surf and jack off, because I like the feeling of self denial and will often wait as long as possible just because. In fact, I actually see him for two days at the end of this week and I am not sure I will come then (btw, we need a collective crossing of fingers now so that he and I both escape our partners germs – thank you)

Following that, I started thinking about how much I really, really like the one floor lamp I bought yesterday on sale and that I think I’d be a fool not to go back tomorrow and get the matching one (they are stainless steel and the top looks like a Steelheart tube cap). Of course, that led to where the one I will be replacing it with should go and, that drama alone is enough to keep me up for at least an hour. However, I soon rationalized how, in reality, me leaving one sale lamp is very inconsiderate as the store now an unmatched set to deal with. So, I now have a Saturday morning shopping adventure but am still torn about where to move the old one. Oh, the troubles of a gay man with a furniture sale and a limited floor plan.

Of course, it started raining here and that is a sound I LOVE so I had to stay awake and listen to that for a bit, right? We have a master bedroom on the second floor with a vaulted ceiling AND covered hot tub area below the window that is roofed with aluminum, so rain sounds are just wonderful. THAT led to me thinking about those wonderful, guttural sounds that Thumper makes when I hurt him and began immediately planning on what I am going to do Thursday to get him there quickly with the help of a small box that will be delivered to me on Monday from Mrs. S Leather. Oh, the purring I am planning.

Not yet settled, the next round of thoughts began with how much I LOVE BEING HOME with Axel and my friends who are also off, but how much I am LOVING that most go back to work on Monday leaving me here to write and actually work in peace. Everyone being around has changed the way I eat, the way Thumper and I talk, the way I get in my zone to work from home when here, and how the world has been in my way every single time I try to run an errand mid day. It’s just madness I say.

Then hunger hit and my focus turned to the two packages of Nutter Butters and Vienna Fingers that I bought at Target yesterday. I felt they were very lonely downstairs and that I needed to get a bit of a snack, so here I am typing away wrapped in a blanket (and what appears to be a towel that was statically attached to the blanket) with cookie crumbs all over the place. It’s not a pretty sight.

All that actually caused this next part because I had been thinking how I just want to really say thank you to the people who wrote me yesterday or commented on my blog and to all of you who also did the same for Thumper. Oddly, that Amy letter did not bother me until I saw how much it bothered Thumper, which then infuriated me and still has to some degree. It’s funny because in the evolution of the Drew and Thumper Show, we have reached the point of going into protection mode for each other when one is offended or hurt. It’s kinda cute and kinda just nice knowing someone has my back if needed. While I HATE to use a brother type reference with someone I fuck, it does have that natural protective feeling to it, not the just for show kind one sometimes feels.

Finally, and I promise that this time, an old friend has come back into Axel’s life that has the potential to be something more (but should he read this I have to specify it’s early and very very potential). While I was initially bothered by the fact that it didn’t bother me, I realized I have nothing to say about it as long as our rules are followed and I really hope this might work for him as the guy is not local but does work here twice a month which, as I know from experience, is not a bad arrangement.

Now, want to know what the absolute best/weirdest/creepiest thing would be about Axel possibly dating this guy?

Since I am guessing you won’t guess it…

Dude has the exact, and I mean the exact first and last name of the real Thumper (I know it’s a bit like me telling you there is no Santa, but Thumper is not really his name as Drew is not mine either) AND, AND dude’s son also has the same name as the Rabbit’s offspring. Further proof that life is just weird!!

Can you just imagine the discussions in my house about “my xxx xxxxx is WAY hotter than your XXX XXXXX”. They will be funny, but I say that only because I know I will ALWAYS win that argument. Always.

Have a great Saturday.

D

The Two Week Update and Other Random News

Two weeks ago right now, Thumper was sitting on my, oh wait, nevermind, he writes about that stuff so much better than me.

Anyway, in about an hour it will have been two weeks since the needle went through my dick forever changing the direction I pee. As you know from reading this, my first few days seemed to have been much worse than others, mainly Thumper’s, but, l seemed to have healed faster too, although I most likely kept my hands as well as other’s away from it longer too.

A few days ago I honestly stopped even realizing it was there (until visiting the loo) and at that point I started being a bit more aggressive with it, touching, tugging, and, well, climaxing multiple times. It’s been multiple loads of fun.

At the two week mark there is no sensitivity, no redness, and no more burning but I am still keeping a close eye out for all of those things as I know there is no way it’s completely healed through and through.  Courteney, the piercer, told me that by going with a bigger gauge that it would heal faster, and, although I immediately called hogwash on that because it did not make sense to me that a larger wound would heal faster, she told the truth and I take back all the poppycocks I threw her way. It still fascinates me, so if anyone medical or sciencey knows why, please enlighten me.

I will still be careful because I see Thumpie in about 15 days (who’s counting though, ha) and I am going to make very sure he is rewarded for being such a great hand holder and genuine friend and good guy during the blood in the aisle of Walgreens hour. We are also going to change my jewelry to a 6ga ring which I cannot wait to get.

For those I have talked with who were watching me to see about getting their own done, I say do it. Mine is different that I expected and I felt weird about being a 44 year old man and doing something radical like that, but I have ZERO regrets and from what I can tell thus far, the amazing feelings it provides are and will be incredible.

So, all this said, this will likely be the last healing update unless I do something stupid and hurt myself, but, since I am going to the in-laws tomorrow, the kind of hurt myself plan that is in my head has more to do with jumping out windows and less about tugging too hard.

In other news, I had lunch yesterday with a straight female friend who already knew about Thumper’s boyfriend status and Axel’s encouragement of it, so, me being this new open me, I gave her the link to this blog and the rabbit’s. She’s not prudish in any way, but this morning I had the “WTF did I do?” moment, but decided I did not care.  So, if you are reading this _______, I assume we have next week’s coffee topic picked out, huh?

Also, you may have seen on Twitter that Belle gave him a great quote about how she feels about he and I, and I shared that with Axel who said something eloquent like “Yup. Brilliantly smart woman”.  So, that’s made me (and I assume Thump, smile since). It’s just nice to feel so supported. Axel and I have eight hours together in my truck tomorrow, so I am sure the topic will come up more too 🙂

Finally, I thought that perhaps writing about my penis on Christmas Eve would feel odd, but, nope. It’s just as the world needs it to be which is just fucking great, right?

That said, Happy Christmas to ALL.  Be well, my friends.