Life is fragile! Don't put aside your dreams and hopes

I ran out of underwear this week, even though I have over 40 jocks.

I was waiting for my laundry to be done.
I was waiting for my laundry to be done.

I have a jock fetish.

When I see an ad for jocks, I find it hard to resist the temptation to buy a new one. I love how a jock hugs my ass and also the feeling of my naked ass rubbing against my shorts/jeans.

While hiking or working out, a jock is a much better choice than "normal" underwear.

This photo was taken while hiking in the forest next to my apartment.
This photo was taken while hiking in the forest next to my apartment.

The ass's skin is very delicate and is prone to red spots and pores. It's imperative to let the sweat evaporate quickly from your ass. That's also true even when you're not exercising.

If I have so many jocks, how did I end up not having enough this week?

That's because I haven't been wearing a jock for the last three days.

Instead, I've been wearing "normal" underwear, and I have only four pairs of this kind. Two were given as a present by former lovers. One pair was left in my apartment after a wild night of sex with two studs.

The fourth was also left by a guy who’d visited emy apartment for sex.

Before coming over, he said that, like me, he was an Andrew Christian underwear fan. However, never having worn one of their jocks, he asked if he could try on some of mine.

It was a weird request, but I told him I had no problem with it.

In the end, it spiced up our fucking quite a bit: me sucking his dark cock before he tried on one of my jocks, repeated a few times.

It was very hot.

It was very hot and such a good fuck that I told him he could keep one of my jocks. He was so thrilled that he forgot about the underwear he’d been wearing when he came and has never been in touch since then!

I wore his underwear in this photo

I've never heard back from him.
I've never heard back from him.

So: I have these four pairs in the back of my underwear drawer and never normally wear them. They are merely sweet souvenirs from my sexual past.

Why, therefore, did I wear them during the second half of this week?

Because I was feeling very sick.

On waking up, Tuesday morning, there was no indication that I'd be wasted before sunset.

My morning boner was as potent as ever and I felt alive and happy

My morning boner serves as my alarm clock
My morning boner serves as my alarm clock

It all started when I came back from work that afternoon.

I go to the office only once these days, so I have no designated parking spot. Therefore, I have to park my car where there's no shade.

Even though I love working naked from home, one day at the office is fine.

Working from home has its perks.
Working from home has its perks.

Except for the commute, I love coming to the office.

I'm highly valued at the company, and also have a great connection with the guys in my team. This Tuesday was another fun day: lots of laughs with the guys, going for lunch together, and so on.

Around 4 PM I began my return journey but, when I got into my car, it was boiling.

After opening all the windows, the first thing I did was change my work shirt for a tank top, so I didn't sweat so much.

While driving home, I felt that my temperature was going up but I didn’t worry, presuming it was because the car was so hot.

However, when I got home, I felt that something was really not right. It was so weird because, less than an hour before, I'd felt great.

I prepared a plate of fruit and went up to my roof terrace to relax.

I wasn't sure what was going on.
I wasn't sure what was going on.

My first fear was Covid-19.

The new Delta variant is responsible for another wave of infections in Israel. Among those who get sick are many people who've already been vaccinated (like me).

I texted Felix and asked him to come over to my apartment.

When he arrived, my fever was already 39.5 (103.1 Fahrenheit).

It kept going up
It kept going up

Considering that I was completely healthy only three hours before, my first assumption of Covid-19 seemed like the only possible explanation.

Felix drove me to a drive-through Covid-19 test center.

After one hour of waiting in line, I received my first Covid-19 test. I'd heard many horror stories of how the nurse pokes deep into your nostril and how unpleasant it is.

However, it's done differently in Israel. The nurse only pushes 1.5 inches up your nostril and does it very quickly.

It was over before I knew it.

After returning to my apartment, I took a shower and put on one of the items of souvenir underwear.

I wear them only when I'm sick.

It's not because I want to remember those guys. It's because I feel so asexual when I have a fever that the feeling of my sensitive ass being exposed doesn't feel good at all.

I also don't play with touch my cock/hole when I'm sick.

I haven't done that for a few days
I haven't done that for a few days

I had to wait two days for the test results.

Felix stayed with me the entire time. He cooked, bought food, and was even more angelic than usual.

On the second day, he brought me this as a present to make me feel better

I probably recovered so quickly thanks to his love
I probably recovered so quickly thanks to his love

I kept telling him how much I love him.

I love him so much!
I love him so much!

While waiting for my results, I couldn't stop thinking of my beach fuck-buddy and friend, Eddie, who's dying of pancreatic cancer.

What I was going through the last couple of days is utterly nothing compared to his heroic struggle for life!

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He's 73, and I've known him for over ten years.

Not only does he have a terrific, thick cock and huge, hairy balls but he is also a sweet and funny guy. I'll detail how he became my fuck-buddy and friend in another blog post.

He first told me about his condition three months ago. Since then, I've seen him a few times at the nudist beach.

The last time was on Monday, this week.

Twenty minutes before Eddie's arrival, a very sexy guy placed his beach towel about 50 feet from mine. I knew that he was interested in my ass because there was no other reason to come to my location and sit so close to me.

However, his behavior was quite odd.

He stood up quite often and played with his cock or took a dip. But he didn't look at me. I felt that he wanted my hole but wasn't sure how to tell me about it.

He must be married or completely clueless, I thought to myself.

Clueless or not, he was super sexy. He had an impressive cock and an exceptionally toned, hairy body. I also liked the fact his tool was adorned by a thick bush.

He was so sexy that I couldn't believe he was interested in me. Therefore, I decided to put his cock to the test.

I took a dip and lay on my stomach with my ass facing him.

I wanted to see what his reaction would be.
I wanted to see what his reaction would be.

His reaction to my wet ass proved two things:

  • He wanted to fuck me

  • He was indeed clueless

He walked to the big rock (which is to the left of my head in the previous photo) and waited there. While walking, he didn't bother looking at me. Then he came back, and even though I looked at him, he made no eye contact.

A few minutes later, Eddie arrived.

I could see that he wasn't doing well and that the medication that is keeping him alive for now, is also destroying his body.

"My thyroid has stopped working, and the medication I’m taking to treat it raises my blood pressure. So, I have to take even more medication to lower it."

I lied and told him that he looks well, and the fact he keeps coming to the beach and walks 5 miles proves it.

"Theon, I feel so close to you. That's why I told you about my illness in the first place. I fear that the drugs have stopped working."

"Don't say that," I told him. "You can't be sure."

"Every week, I do a blood test, and there is a certain indicator that shows how the tumor is doing. I received the latest results today, and that indicator is much higher than last week. It's almost as high as it was before I started taking the meds."

I hugged him, and since I didn't know what to say, I said the dumbest thing: "You have to stay positive!"

"Let's talk about something else. It doesn't matter what."

We talked about my parents, Felix, and some of the guys I'm attracted to at work. It was a lovely chat. After a few minutes, Eddie relaxed, and it was just like old times.

Eddie always makes me laugh because he's so clever.

It was fun to sit with him naked in the pools.
It was fun to sit with him naked in the pools.

"Who was the last guy who fucked you?" Eddie asked.

"Do you mean besides my boyfriend?"

"Of course! Give me some juicy details!!!"

"It was the Arab you saw three months ago. Remember?"

I wrote about it here:

An Arab prince with a huge hammer made love to my ass

"How could I forget? His cock was huge!"

Here's another photo of my Arab's incredible breeding machine

His cock doubles in length and girth when hard!
His cock doubles in length and girth when hard!

Then I told him how we'd fucked again. It was so much better than the first time he'd made love to my ass. The first time was incredible, but the last time was mind-blowing.

"Anyone fucking you is a lucky guy!" Eddie concluded after I'd finished my story.

In response to his sweet compliment, I raised my legs and offered Eddie my love hole.

Eddie took this photo.
Eddie took this photo.

"I'd feel fortunate if you were fucking me now," I told him.

"My sweet Theon," Eddie sighed. "It's not that I don't want to; I don't feel strong enough. Since I started taking the meds, I've also lost my erection."

I wasn't surprised.

When I'm sick, my cock stops getting hard.

When my morning wood is back, I'd know that I'm fully recovered.
When my morning wood is back, I'd know that I'm fully recovered.

"But what about this guy?" Eddie asked. "I think he's interested!"

"I don't know," I answered. "He's weird. I'm still not sure what he wants exactly."

Eddie stood up and was getting ready to leave: "Well, there's only one way to find out. Go and ask him."

I watched Eddie walking away, and, like every time since he'd told me about his condition, I asked myself if I'd ever see him again.

After Eddie had left, the sexy guy lay on the sand and started masturbating without looking at me.

I did the same and looked at him. He still didn't make eye contact, but his big cock was hard.

"Go and ask him," Eddie had said, and that was exactly what I was about to do. I stood up and walked towards him with an erection.

He also stood up but went behind a rock and still didn't make eye contact with me. "This is so fucking weird," I thought to myself.

If he wasn't so damn sexy, I'd have given up on him a long time ago. But seeing his hard-on and sexy, hairy body, I lost my judgment.

"Do you want me to go or stay?" I asked.

"Stay," he replied.

I got closer.

"Turn around and show me your ass," he ordered.

"What a weird guy," I thought to myself, but I did as he'd asked me to.

He grabbed my ass and spanked it hard a few times.
He grabbed my ass and spanked it hard a few times.

"I'm going to fuck you deep until I cum but first - but first suck my cock!"

By now, I knew that sex with him wouldn't be exactly what I was hoping for. I like to be dominated as I'm a submissive bottom. But this was going far beyond domination.

It felt more like humiliation.

Nevertheless, his magnificent hard penis clouded my judgment. I kneeled and started sucking his cock.

He grabbed my head and attempted to shove his massive penis down my throat. Since I have a strong gag reflex, I pulled my head back a few times.

Obviously, he didn't like it.

Therefore he forcefully grabbed my head so I could do it no more. I had to use force and pushed his body back to free myself from his tight grip. I felt that he was trying to choke me with his massive cock.

"What the fuck?" I yelled. "Are you trying to break my neck?"

"That's right."

"Fuck off," I screamed at him. He packed his belongings and immediately left.

I was pretty moody for the rest of the afternoon.

I had a few offers of sex, but I was no longer in the mood.
I had a few offers of sex, but I was no longer in the mood.

I wasn't moody just because of this idiot but because of Eddie and what he was going through.

Life is so fragile.

I'd been completely healthy, yet, three hours later, my fever had reached 103.1. Eddie was a fit, energetic guy until three months ago, and he'll probably be dead by winter.

The thought brought tears to my eyes.

I wiped my tears and looked at the sunset.

Our world, so beautiful.
Our world, so beautiful.

Looking at the sunset didn't comfort me or make me feel better. But it reminded of what Eddie said before he left:

"Don't wait! Don't put aside your dreams and hopes. Because maybe you'll never get a chance to fulfill them. Live your life, and don't hold yourself back."

To which I add : "And don't give a fuck of what others think of you!"

As for my Covid-19 test, it came back negative:

I have Strep Throat and have started taking antibiotics.
I have Strep Throat and have started taking antibiotics.

Next weekend Felix and I are taking a 4-day vacation.

I should be horny and fuckable by then!

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