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Racy

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I get to the party, walk around the driveway, open the gate. It's a birthday party for a casual friend, but it's at Ben's house. I love going to parties at Ben's place; he has a great pool with a neat conversational setup, but he's also got an interesting yard and he's cool with you fucking wherever as long as you don't screw in the master bedroom. And it draws a crowd with a good cross-section of boyish to bearish, and HOT. I have fun at Ben's parties. I put my bag down, take a hit on the THC vape, and the first friendly face I see, is Lorenzo. He and I go back a ways; Husband and I played with him and his own husband years back, and I've fucked both of them, and they've both fucked both of us... friendly guys. But Lorenzo and I have a spanking connection that the other two will happily just go in the other room and make out and suck dicks while we satisfy our twisted urges. I like to hit him. He likes for me to hit him. It makes us both horny. ...

Fucking Through

Some days I'm more upbeat and on top of my game than others. I'm an emotional, often moody person; I spend a lot of time getting stuck in my own head. It's kind of the definition of autism, at least the version that I have. This trip to the Club was a little bit of an emotional roller coaster.  I had a weird week last week - I was really stressed out and skipped going, which screwed up my Husband's schedule, making him irritated with me, and that put me in a bad mood. Then I got the results from my doctor's office and had to get a shot, which is never awesome, but at least it was taken care of. When I get to the Club, I get settled in and set my stuff up. I played around a little with a new gag I've got - although I never did get to use it with anybody -  and then I walk around, and run into a hot guy before I've even made it around the block of rooms. This time, instead of telling him I need to make my reconnaissance lap and use the bathroom, etc., I decid...

Whoring around responsibly

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One of the risks of being sexually adventurous is STIs - Sexually Transmitted Infections. I'm constantly amazed at how many guys who are out and about and whoring around are under-informed about them, and the precautions we can take to keep ourselves safer. I've mentioned in a previous post [see: Testing in Room 200 ] some of the things I do personally to help keep myself and others safe, but I want to go into a little more detail and offer some additional resources.  There's a particular reason behind this post - I got a positive swab for gonorrhea at a quarterly PrEP checkup. I'm on PrEP - Pre-Exposure Protocol - which is a two-drug anti-viral medication taken daily which reduces to almost zero the chance of me contracting HIV. Because it can cause issues with liver and kidney function and other body systems, and because of the fact that anybody taking PrEP is by definition in a high-risk population for STIs, part of the treatment regimen is quarterly checkups with b...

Proper worship

TERRY:  I arrive at the bathhouse and get myself sorted out, and walk out the door of my room. I immediately run into an attractive guy, and he wants to go to his room and "put it in." I tell him I just arrived and I want to walk around; I'm really hoping that he'll walk around with me, that we can play some in the play spaces, and that we'll get to know one another a little. He's frustrated that I'm not ready to skip the tour and go immediately to pound town, and tells me to go do my thing and catch up with him later. I see him heading to a room with another guy within a few minutes. I wanted to play, but I really need a few minutes to orient myself, walk through the space, take a shower and a piss. I'm sad to miss out on him because he seemed hot, but that's how it goes at the baths - it's more relaxed than a one-on-one hookup, but also a lot more liable to swift change. You miss one, and another one comes along.  I wander through the buildin...

This gives a whole new meaning to "Woof."

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I started out this evening with a bit of a let-down. Cue sad trombone, womp-womp. I'm not even going to give him a name; a hot guy that my Husband and I had played with back before the Pandemic checked in immediately before I did, and I was hoping I'd get to play with him again. He gently but quite firmly turned me down, and I felt sad and old and a little ego-crushed. I could see the yawning chasm open in front of me, leading downward toward a depressive spiral; there was definitely an option for my mood to tank, but I decided I would do my best to pick it back up and make the best of it. I'm glad I did; it turned out to be an awesome night. Or, rather, I MADE it an awesome night; I chose to have a wonderful time. And, as so often happens lately when I decide that things are going to be wonderful, the Universe provides... and hot boys threw themselves at my dick all night long.  HENRY: I had the pleasure of playing with Henry back in the fall of last year, when I was just...