Old Dog With A New Dick
I recently rediscovered the joy of wanking. I make no bones about it, but for the past 24 years, I’ve been a poppers user. The wonders of that amyl nitrate smell rushing up your nose during those heady days to a Kylie track on the dance floor of the White Swan in East London or during the euphoric moments during anal sex. It was wondrous.
Forgetting the fact it could give you a monstrous headache and when not at their finest (read that as fresh) they smelt like old socks, but the rush was real. It was fun.
Several years ago, the government banned the sale of amyl nitrate and instead we had to make do with Isopropyl nitrate and to be honest, they are rather crap. I’ve tended to need more and more to get the same rush and to be honest, it’s just not doing it for me anymore.
And then the other day, I ran out. It was a Saturday and my local “special interests” shop was closed and I wouldn’t be able to get some until the following week. I had to wank it alone. Cheese n Rice! I was not expecting what happened next.
24 years of being somewhat “off your tits” does make you lose your senses and control the rush. I’ve literally been cumming and going. Not anymore though. Suddenly out of nowhere came this tightening from my inner thighs. I’ll be honest here, it ruddy well hurt! Suddenly I was having an orgasm.
I’ve had orgasms before, and when you get the rocking on, I’ve been known to scream like a fox. I’ve also shouted out Pilots 1975 hit “Magic”.
Most of the time though I’ve not. I’ve felt the rush, gone giddy and then I’m reaching for the tissues.
So there I was, somewhat shocked at this pain from within my thighs. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t try it again later that evening because I did. And again, the rush came, the thighs tightened and the pain was this time quite exciting. I felt like an adolescent again when I first played with the meat stick.
And this continued so I decided to experiment with different techniques because this time I was able to. And there I was, bringing myself to the edge of cumming and I’d stop. I was able to stop. You see with poppers, I always found that once the rush was there, it was over. I wasn’t going to be able to stop it.
And the fun hasn’t stopped there. I’ve angered myself several times by getting there and then stopping. Adjusting speeds and grips. It’s been an a-wank-ening and I’m glad it happened. I’m glad on that Saturday afternoon, I had run out. I didn’t know you could get sweaty palms like this!
So try something different this weekend. Don’t sniff poppers. Go it alone. I can tell you this, you’ll bloody LOVE it! It wasn’t exactly easy at first, I’d taught myself that every good arrival was with the help of that little bottle.
So goodbye poppers, my little wanking partner. It was fun, we had over 2 decades, you fried my brain, lost me some brain cells and you brought me to the edge of heaven in Heaven to Heaven but I’ll pass now. I’m done.
https://www.talktofrank.com/drug/poppers
Opinions expressed in this article may not reflect those of THEGAYUK, its management or editorial teams. If you'd like to comment or write a comment, opinion or blog piece, please click here.
