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"The Ides of March," was is that bad this year at the beach?

"Beware the Ides of March," is a famous line from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. The "ides" is the 15th day of the month.

Caesar was assassinated on that day.  


Felix wasn't assassinated on the "ides" of June, but tears were rolling down my face when I first saw him in the E.R. Looking back, I can't but think that it was a suitable ending to a lousy day.

When I woke up that morning, I was happy and hard as usual

My plans for the "ides" of June at that point were perfect. I expected a smooth ride, smoother than my ass even.

What was my planned schedule for that day?

  • Wake up at 6 AM

  • Be at the office by 6:45 

  • Have breakfast + Coffee and by 7 AM start coding

  • Have my lunch at noon

  • Leave office around 4 PM and head to the nudist beach

  • Get fucked at least once before it gets dark

  • Meet Felix for a romantic dinner date at my place

  • Get fucked again by him 

  • Fall asleep in his muscular arms while his seed is buried in my ass

There is a famous saying in the Bible: 

"There are many devices in a man's heart; But the counsel of the LORD, that shall stand."

That day was an excellent example of that.  

Sure enough, everything was as planned by 4 PM except for an odd talk with Lee.

Lee is the guy with whom I've been talking for several months. Because of COVID-19 and the fact that he lives far away from me, we never fucked. However, about a month ago, he picked me up after work and drove to the parking lot where my car was. Shortly after, his finger was buried in my ass while I was moaning uncontrollably.

You can read about it here:

Finger in the Hole

Around 3 PM, Lee had contacted me. I was happy that he had because I knew he would be a great fuck. However, our conversation dramatically lowered the chances of his cock entering my ass.

"I was at the beach almost every day last week, and I didn't see you."

Previously, when talking with him, I told him that I go at least twice a week to the nudist beach. Last week I was there, naked on Monday and Thursday.

I told him that.

"So explain why I didn't see you."

His demanding tone started to piss me off. I almost wrote back to him: