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Honestly, I was immersed in my porn, earbuds in, spit-slicked dick in hand. So I didn’t hear the guy enter the stall to my left. But the sound of fapping my cock must have been louder than I thought — not that I give a shit about being caught. Apparently my curious neighbor was getting turned on because I saw his knees and not-so-subtle hard dick coming in hot under the wall. Struck me as coincidental that he’d positioned his boner just under a random, dried up cum splatter — maybe his from a prior stop? I dunno…

In response to this unexpected offer, I sat my phone down and dropped to my knees to get a closer look. What can I say, I’m a hands-on kinda guy. I wiped my fingers over the head of my dripping cock and gently tickled the frenulum of his penis with my own precum. I felt him shudder, and that instant and unmistakable reaction told me that I’d discovered his kryptonite. He was mine now, and I had very specific ideas about the direction of our play.

After toying with him a few minutes, I relocated my fingertips to his balls and put my mouth on his dickhead. I heard him catch his breath as I devoured his shaft and caressed him with my tongue. But my prize was still unattended, so I shifted my hand against his fuzzy taint and began maneuvering toward his hole where a surprise awaited me. As I circled his pucker it felt wet and swollen. Hmm…maybe I’m not the first to arrive at this party destination. As I probed it became clear that he wouldn’t require as much encouragement to receive me as I had first thought. At the realization that I’d soon be fucking into another guy’s load, I almost ejaculated then and there. But I have some self control — even in my extremely horned up state.

No need to rush these things. Not sure about my new buddy, but I had all afternoon. So I played with his sloppy ass — one finger, two, three fingers — as I chewed on his hard cock.

“Come over,” he said, as he unlocked the door. Though reticent to come off his cock, I nonetheless shuffled over to his place, pants around my ankles, only to discover looking up at me the cute new guy who’d just moved a few doors down on my dorm hall. “I’ve sorta been following you, but didn’t expect this…”, he trailed off. I could see lust written all over his face as I shoved my dick toward him.

This guy could give a masterclass in cocksucking. Starting with the droplet leaking from my swollen head, he worked his tongue around and down my shaft as his tugged at my heavy nuts. I watched as he took inch by inch of my rigidity down his throat, tightening and relaxing as I began to pump.

“F-u-c-k,” is all I could manage to utter while he focused all his skills on my throbbing cock. That could have been sufficient for any dude in my shoes. But I was in charge here, I heard my innervoice suggest. Goals and all that…So I started to pull out of his warm mouth as I set my sights on another target.

“Turn around,” and he obeyed and pulled apart his asscheeks to showcase that sweet hole that I’d been finger-fucking.

Damn, he was sloppy. And like a starving man who licks his plate clean, I mashed my face into his backside and proceeded to lap at it. The musky man smell from his sweaty balls was intoxicating. At this point, I had no need to stroke my cock, now bobbing between my legs. Once his bath was complete, I returned to my feet and began to circle his fuck hole with my fuck pole.

“Push it in. I want to feel you inside,” he said as if I needed the encouragement. I passed thru that portal and kept driving until my entire 8 inches disappeared into his depths. And it became apparent to me that I was now enjoying my fuckbuddy’s FINEST skills. I watched mesmerized as he rhythmically pushed back on me, and pulled off until just my head was hidden from view.

“Damn,” I uttered repeatedly as he used me for his own pleasure. It wasn’t long before I felt a surge through my core and knew I was nearing climax.

I wasn’t the only who noticed. Although he slowed his pace, we both knew it was futile. The flood erupted as I drained a 5-day load into his guts. I nearly lost my balance as I blew and had to grab both walls to stay upright. As the euphoria abated, he pulled away from me and turned to begin licking me clean while I stood there immobile.

Once he was done, he looked into my eyes and told me that he’d be available for all the fucks I wanted. I smiled involuntarily, nodded in mute agreement, and realized that this was going to be an amazing semester.

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I Gave It A Second Chance

It’s been three weeks since I saw Backrooms, leaving the theater disappointed and to be honest, somewhat angry.

Since I first saw it, I’ve seen several reviews of the film, and I think I may have been too hasty in my summary judgment and dismissal. I approached it expecting to see all the internet lore faithfully rendered on the big screen, instead of just viewing it as a standalone film.

That being said, today was my one day this week when I didn’t have to attend to anything medical (such is my life these days) and I had a $5 off coupon from Fandango from my last ticket purchase, so I thought what the hell…give it another shot from this new perspective.

And you know what? I enjoyed it quite a bit this time. And I actually missed many of easter egg nods to fans of the online lore on my first viewing. As a standalone story, it really isn’t bad at all, and why the monster is what it is in this film and not the “bacteria” from the video series makes sense.  And I wouldn’t mind finding out what happens to Mary (Renate Reinsve)—or her still life, for that matter—ASYNC, and Phil (Mark Duplass) in a future sequel.

 

 

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Evening Listening And My Initial Thoughts On The Sennheiser HD600s

I Who Have Nothing and Take Me To Heaven: the first two songs I put through the new Sennheisers at angelic volume. Keeping in mind that these need a week or so to “break in” and it may change, as of right now I’m very happy with the purchase. They sound great right out of the box, and if anything, they’ve unabashedly revealed the differences between my CD players. Surprisingly, the oldest players I own, the D-10 and the D-15 (1988 and 89 respectively) sound significantly better than my newest, the D-EJ915 (1999/2000) and D-EJ100 (2004) but honestly, that may just be my imagination playing tricks.

They’re also high impedance and therefore power-hungry. On the older players I barely had to turn the volume control above it’s lowest setting to get decently loud with my other ‘phones; now I have to turn it about 1/4 of the way up. On the newer players with digital volume controls, I have to crank it to 3/4 of the way to max to get the same sound level.

On my main system, they’re

Comfort-wise, so far so good. The pads are big enough that they fit completely over my ears and the pressure on my glasses is minimal. We’ll see how that plays out as time goes by.

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My Favorite Headphones, Even Though I Still Can’t Wear Them For Extended Periods

WARNING: AUDIO GEEK STUFF AHEAD

I’ve been somewhat of a headphone nerd since forever. I remember getting my first pair (Pioneer SE-30s) as a Christmas gift from my folks when I was a sophomore in high school and so it began. I only remember this exact timing because that was the year I first got into stereo equipment. They were heavy, bulky, and crushed my head, but oh, wasn’t it a glorious thing to be able to listen to my music without disturbing the rest of the family!

The next set I purchased myself from LaBelle’s several years later. This was the Stax SR-44 electret system. It’s a system because it consisted of the headphones (or earspeakers as Stax is fond of calling them) themselves, which connected to an auxiliary box which then connected to the speaker jacks on the back of your receiver or amplifier. The difference in sound was like night and day between the Stax and the Pioneers and I was smitten immediately. Unfortunately, the earspeakers had very poor strain relief on the cords, and the wiring at that junction would peridically break and I’d be forced with some very fiddly soldering required repairs.  After ten years or this nonsense, I finally gave up and tossed them in my car’s trunk to take to donation and completely forgot about them. Wouldn’t you know the car was broken into (street parking in San Francisco) and they disappeared along with everything else in the trunk.

I went without for a few years after that, finally replacing them with a pair of Sony “DJ” headphones that I kept until the faux leather on the earpads started disintegrating. I had no idea at the time these could be replaced, so they got tossed shortly before we moved to Denver in 2011.

I replaced the Stax SR-44 with a used system maybe five years ago and was surprisingly far less enthused than I was when I bought my initial pair back in 1978. Plus the cord that plugged into the auxiliary box was on the short side meaning I had to sit close to the amplifier (not practical) and yada, yada, yada. You get the idea. I still have them, but they haven’t been connected to anything in years.

I’d heard good things about Grado, so the SR60s were my next experiment in private listening. Everyopne said that the Grado sound was distinct and not to everyone’s liking, so I picked them up from Amazon, figuring I could easily return them if I didn’t like them. It turns out that I loved the sound, but after a nearly a year of daily use, the foam pads became so irritating that I couldn’t stand to have them on my ears for more than a few minutes.

I tried all of the online suggestions to alleviate the irritation problem (apparently I’m not alone) as well as buying the each variation of the earpads themselves that Grado sold. None of them were satisfactory. It was unfortunate because of all the headphones I’ve owned, I really liked the sound of the Grados the most. The cable, however, is another matter entirely, but I’m not going to get into that.

I finally gave up and got a pair of the Sony MDR-7506s a year ago, because I’d had a very good experience with Sony headphones in the past—earpad disintegration notwithstanding. In case you’re wondering, I also have a pair of wireless Airpods Pro that I use with my laptop and phone and they sound fantastic, but vintage CD/MD players don’t have Bluetooth connectivity so I need a wired solution.

Anyhow, the Sonys were like a breath of fresh air. They fit on my head well and didn’t irritate my ears at all—at least for the next year or so.  The only downside is that—unlike the reviewer above—when I wear glasses they get pressed uncomfortably against my temples. But eventually, they too reached the point I couldn’t stand to have them on for more than a few minutes at a time, with or without glasses. I put both the Sonys and the Grados away, and after trying several different brands from Amazon, I finally settled on some relatively inexpensive Vibes 202 IEMs that surprised me by how good they sounded. They don’t sit on my ears at all, which alleviates the entire problem of the irritation.

Out of curiosity I pulled both the Sonys and the Grados out of storage a couple weeks ago, hoping that the time away would allow my ears to tolerate one or the other again when I slipped them on. Sadly, even after buying a differentset of replacement ear pads (this time soft leather) for the Grados, I could wear them for extended periods. but the pads themselves affected the sound and all of a sudden everything was muddy.

Ugh.

So I tried the Sonys again. They were now beginning to suffer the infamous breakdown of the faux leather earpads so I ordered a replacement set. Let me say, between the Sonys and the Grados, I can tolerate the Sonys far longer. It’s still not ideal, but I can usually make it through a couple CDs now before having to rip them off my head.

I bit the bullet ordered the famous Sennheiser HD600s. and I’m awaiting their arrival. Hopefully they will sound as good as the universal praise lavished on them  justifies, will fit my head comfortably, and most importantly—not irritate my ears so I can go back to extended periods “plugged in.”

But if not…I can always send them back. I’ll let you know how it goes.

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If It Weren’t For The Stairs, I Could Probably Live There

Ignoring my previous post about the disappearance of color from modern life, you’d be forgiven if you thought most of these photos were shot in black and white…

Voice Of Mountains By NOVU Classic Interior

“Our project is a private house with an area of 700 m², located in the Moscow region. The interior idea was born from the first dialogue with the clients. To the question, ‘Where do you feel truly happy?’ the answer came instantly: ‘Our place of power is the mountains, the forest, and nature.’ This feeling became the starting point for the entire concept.

We created a house where nature seems to have entered inside and become part of the space:

    • In the entrance hall, guests are greeted by a rock composition of “rocks and a waterfall”;
    • In the corridor — a corner of the forest;
    • In the kitchen — a rock complemented by “stalactite” lamps;
    • In the living room — a chandelier-waterfall and a striking corner bio-fireplace against the panoramic window;
    • In one of the bathrooms — the Moon, and in the children’s bathroom — the story of its conquest;
    • The main corridor leading to the master zone is decorated with the phases of the Moon.

Each zone of this house reflects nature and its magic — water, stone, forest, sky, and cosmos.

Thus, the interior became not just a living space but a true universe of feelings and symbols, where the clients can return to their main source of power — nature.”

Is it the Russian winters? The local construction standards? Is that why the walls in every plan I see from the region has these thick wall?

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Given that the Donald Trump-controlled DOJ has already brought or attempted to bring phony criminal indictments against everyone from James Comey to Letitia James, it came as no surprise at all this week when it leaked that the Trump regime had instructed the DOJ to find something to charge Gavin Newsom with.

After all, Newsom is (for now) the de facto 2028 frontrunner for President of the United States. And even though a senile and decrepit Trump is unlikely to even live that long, let alone figure out a way to succeed at illegally running again, Trump’s narcissism is still carrying the day. Trump wants Newsom out of the way just in case – or maybe merely out of spite.

Either way, two things have served to quickly blow up Trump’s plot. First, some brave soul at the DOJ apparently decided to tell the Washington Post that the Trump regime had ordered the DOJ to target Newsom. The best way to get out ahead of this kind of thing is to, well, get out ahead of it. But then Newsom himself took charge.

Gavin Newsom didn’t merely utter a lament about the danger and the damage and legal guardrails and blah blah blah. All of the above is true, but it’s an approach that our side has been trying to use against Trump for a decade – and it never gets us anywhere. Instead, Newsom promptly asked the courts to force the DOJ to turn over all communications between the Trump White House and the DOJ about pursuing a case against Newsom.

Why is this so important? For one thing, it immediately puts the Trump regime on the defensive. Now the Trump DOJ will have to go into court and try to fend off Newsom’s formal request. Trump DOJ representatives may have to risk committing perjury or obstruction of justice in order to cover up the Trump regime’s attempt at targeting Newsom. And the Trump DOJ might even have to abandon the idea of targeting Newsom altogether, in an effort to make it all go away.

Gavin Newsom didn’t just call out Donald Trump for targeting him in a corrupt manner. Newsom won. He showed that he’s a savvy enough politician to defeat this kind of evil yet two-bit plot against him. And he showed the voting public that he’s stronger than Trump.

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2028 is a very long way away. We still need to focus on the 2026 midterm elections first, to help make sure there ends up being a legitimate 2028 presidential election. And we have no idea if Gavin Newsom will still be the Democratic Party frontrunner by then, or if JD Vance will be the Republican frontrunner, or if a seemingly dying Trump will even still be alive by then. But as far as right here and right now, Newsom sure did win the day.

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