Going Deeper (Inside Strange Men)

 So... it was a LOT, this most recent bathhouse trip. It will be, partly condensed, just for brevity... and partly because there was just so freaking much that I'm not sure how much description of me just fucking the shit out of this one particular hot guy, is necessary. But, holy FUCK, this one hot guy. We connected so intensely, and I fucked him at both ends with other guys all over the fucking tubs. We did it backwards and forwards and sideways. I kept asking if I could get video, just because holy HELL he's fine, but he wanted to get his own camera and have control of the footage, and OK, I'm fine with that... he's lean, wiry like a baseball player, wearing a ballcap, muscular ginger, maybe early forties? Maybe late thirties? Sweet furry cunt. Strong and tight when he wants to be. Freckles on his pale ass, which he lets me mark up. He's kind of lanky, easy going, and he sucks my dick and then takes it in the ass, and back and forth. And then the hot guy whose Un...

 I have let my fuckery get ahead of my writing.  and I absolutely refuse to get stressed about that. My blog. My schedule. Some of the stories are awesome stories; some of them I want to get written up. Others, I may not get written up. If you and I played at the baths or a party and you are waiting to find "your" story... please don't judge me if you don't show up when my life has been busy and I haven't gotten my writing caught up. It doesn't mean I don't enjoy the experiences - it just means I don't have time to put into detailing it all out later. I tell you what... if you read a few entries and you like what I write, and you send a comment... yes, your entry DEFINITELY gets written. Because... nobody comments. It feels a little creepy, some times. I look at the reader-to-commenter ratios, and I'm not necessarily looking for adulation and praise... but I don't get much feedback at all, aside from a couple of fellow writers, and a couple of ...

It's been a month.  I haven't played with anybody - just kind of taking a break, getting some other things done, getting some perspective. I was happy that I had a clear battery of STD tests in February, which honestly was a squeaker after all the insane sex I've been having. So, I am in a good mood, feeling full of energy and semen, and I head to Club Dallas for a night of entertainment.  I check in, set up my stuff in my room, arrange the lights, get some THC, lay out my toys and tools. I'm in an enthusiastic mood. The parking lot is fairly full, and there's a lot of guys moving around - which usually means a fun night. And boy, howdy, it sure is.  Walking down the hall, the first guy I run into is Steve [see also: Peristalsis ]. He's the guy I played with last time, who was hot, sexy, and fun, *right* up to the point where he passed out. I'm actually really glad to see him - he laughs, and tells me he read the entry, and he was mortified to discover all t...