It had been a long day, dragging by. Not much to get up about. After all what was the point of trying when everything was closed. It would be a another day sticking his neck into other people’s business. Of course this wasn’t always welcome. Mister Stiffie had an attitude as well. Stubborn and picky, Mister Stiffie usually let others know his intentions. His strength was in being upright and determined. Once engaged, it was hard to get him out. He almost always was down, his head hung low. He loved a lady’s touch however. Even a gentle pressing could bring him up. He loved to perform and although he only knew a few tricks, he was incredible when inserting them into the play. When he was in his element, everything was good.
He had a way about him, jogging back and forth as we walked. I liked Mister Stiffie a lot, even if he got into things he shouldn’t now and then. Mister Stiffie was always there ready to perform and eager to play. I remember holding Mister Stiffie when it was particularly hard being alone. I felt Mister Stiffie in my embrace, sometimes pulsing, sometimes throbbing, it was so hard. I did what I could, caressing and holding Mister Stiffie. Eventually oceans of sea men would signal the end of the session. Mister Stiffie would relax and before long, hang his head low. Holding his head high was an effort and the attention would only be given to a certain few. Sometimes I think Mister Stiffie wishes I was a lady.
For all intents and purposes, Mister Stiffie is blind. Everything is done by feel. I think Mister Stiffie is glad to have me around. I can see and help Mister Stiffie get to places he likes to explore. Mister Stiffie and I go way back. We met more than 40 years ago and hit it off from the start. I was just a young man then and Mister Stiffie was just beginning to get out. I helped Mister Stiuffie in those early days. Selecting ladies and places and hand some dreams to investigate, explore, and penetrate. I followed Mister Stiffie where ever he went for many years. Mister Stiffie was always grateful for my helping hands.
We are both older now and don’t get out as much as we used to. The excitement is still there. Every day Mister Stiffie stands at attention hoping to feel impressed and compressed. Tight moist warm places are his favorites. Feeling the walls press on him, dripping their nectar so sweet. Mister Stiffie likes to fit and swell and dwell, when the lips are inviting and the dew of longing beckons. I tell Mister Stiffie most everyday. Be patient, let me give you a hand until the lady comes to play. She has such a gift. Mister Stiffie takes my hand and soon passes out from so much play.
Of all the moments I have shared with Mister Stiffie, a few stick out in pointed detail. The first time we met back in 1963. We had a blast and I thought the summer might never end. It was in fall when we went back to school that I discovered the place Mister Stiffie wanted to visit. It wasn’t easy getting there and despite my efforts, Mister Stiffie got frustrated. We bonded back then and have been inseparable ever since. With a little help from my friends, Mister Stiffie and I soon found a way to that warm moist place when hardly no one knows except me and Mister Stiffie.
Mister Stiffie hates to share and so once we were settled he blocked the way with various things. I was pleased with our lives together and wanted Mister Stiffie to have the best of all possible worlds and times. Mister Stiffie was a friend like no other. Limp and down, I picked Mister Stiffie up and said “buck up” and be patient.
The day was ending and the darkness reminded me of how Mister Stiffie must feel. With hardly a budge, Mister Stiffie perked up a bit. I know, lets have a party and see if anyone comes!
Created by The Wizard of Awed™,
aka Tom Repasky.
“Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©”
Copyright 2007 Flicker Light Studio™
Sometimes I give myself a subject and challenge myself to create a writing. Often they end up in the trash or worse on some web site LOL