Personal Journal Entry

I just spent the evening with PowerGirl, first stopping off for Sushi and then up to her place to share a slice of life, tea, images and futures.  What an amazing woman, full of pride and a sense of the truth in education.  Wow.  I look forward to our growing friendship.

In frustrating news, I called my job for tomorrow, a lingerie/nude modeling shoot in Brooklyn, to confirm that everything was on.  Not only did he not have me on his schedule, but for the first half of our conversation he couldn’t even remember who I was.  How incredibly frustrating.

Back to happy thoughts.  As I arrived Uncle Boymeat and I hugged, kissed, and he and DeLano shared moments- how dare you not kiss me, we need to talk about similar life events.  Indeed, the two of them are sharing eerily similar life events.  Is this the year of change in romances in my friendship circle?  Or is it constant, and we just haven’t noticed as much?

As he pulled me back, and my teeth dug into my lips, he smiled and said it had been over two weeks since he’d felt like that.  We entered the TES meeting, and after rambling off the groups on the West Coast I belonged to (the door people had never heard of the Wet Spot, Portland Leather Alliance or Bad Girls!) Boymeat vouched for me and I paid my $4.  Inside I caught up with Dov, Lauri, a flock of people from TNG (including curly), and in general had a good time amongst friends.

Thirsty?  He asked as he tapped me on the shoulder and cocked his head towards the bathroom.  Without hesitation I headed after him, holding back a smile that felt as wide as New York itself wanting to burst forth from inside me.  Sadly, someone else was in the bathroom, so he and I stood outside in the dimly lit corridor and tried to look inconspicuous.  A gentleman with thin red hair and glasses like bottles came around the corner as if to see if there was a line for the bathroom and tried to initiate a conversation, so when the woman in the bathroom was done, I dodged inside, leaving the door open a crack, unlocked, and pulled down my leather trousers thinking I might as well take the moment to take a leak myself.

No time.  Within 20 seconds Boymeat was in the bathroom and we locked the door behind him and with my trousers still around my knees I fell to the slightly sticky floor and opened my mouth before him.  I looked up with a smile as he unbuttoned his denim jeans and revealed his cock- it had been so long since I’d seen that beautiful cock- with a weeks worth of stubble that made it not scratchy, not soft as my lips reached back to the base of his penis and took him whole inside my mouth.

I stopped.  He had after all wanted to relieve himself… but I was greedy, and his soft moans and his hands on my shoulders pulling me back and forth seemed to call for me to suck again, again, as I tightened my lips around him and varied tempo, focusing on his head then down the shaft of his cock, pulling him inside me again, again.

“Looks like you were more hungry than thirsty Brian” he said looking down at me with a wry smile, indicating he couldn’t piss even if he wanted to now.  I looked down coyly and asked if that was a problem.  No, but…

Of course I’d finish what I began Uncle.  What else would a good nephew do?  I’ve become an eager and well trained cock-sucker over the years, especially as a boy.  I sucked hard, then soft, varying tempo then falling into rhythm to his hips slowly bobbing forward.  In no time he began to mutter to himself… I’m about to cum, I’m about to cum… and I smiled as I sucked with all the more enthusiasm until he exploded down my throat, telling his nephew that in no uncertain terms that he was cumming, claiming me.  Claiming me.  Claiming me as I swallowed him deep then looked up at him with big boy eyes and he reached down, kissed me on the lips, and licked up what I had not caught down my throat with his own tongue.  Good boy.

We slipped out of the bathroom back to the party, no one the wiser until 2 hours later I told Dov what had happened.  He just laughed, and said he’d liked to have seen that 🙂

The rest of the evening was spent discussing my art, lives of folks new and old to me, and discussions with a woman who wanted to have me take her picture.    Potential leads on a gallery show at Purple Passion?  Eventually it was 11:30pm and it was time to head back home, check email, hop on Yahoo and discuss a potential trip to Georgia with a fan/submissive…  Later that night at TES I went to the bathroom again, this time to cum twice while balanced on the toilet, thinking of Uncle Boymeat staring down at me, and what evil collaborations he and Furry would create if my Uncle ever came out West…


Lee Harrington

Lee Harrington is an internationally known sexuality, relationships, and personal authenticity educator. Having taught in all 50 states and in 6 countries, he brings a combination of playful engagement and thoughtful academic dialogue to a broad audience. An award-winning author and editor on gender, sexual, and sacred experience, his books include “Traversing Gender: Understanding Transgender Journeys,” and "Sacred Kink: The Eightfold Paths of BDSM and Beyond," among many other titles. He has been blogging online since 1998, and been teaching worldwide since 2001. Welcome to his world, and your chance to expand your mind and heart alike.

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