There may be some of you out there in the world who aren’t familiar with how to behave at a sex party. Perhaps you’ve never been to one or maybe you just haven’t paid attention. There is no book on this – knowing this etiquette only comes from attending said sex parties enough times to pick everything up.
I’m not going to hazard a guess at how many of these gatherings I’ve been to, but suffice to say that it’s more times than I’ve paid taxes and had lunch, combined. I’ve picked up the deets and feel that if there were such a thing as a Miss Manners for orgies that I’d be a shoe in.
Enough with the qualifications. Here are some rules that must be obeyed. (and this is coming up because of a recent situation where the rules were not followed.
Never come empty-handed. Best-case scenario is that you brings drugs to share, next best is that you bring your own. If not, at LEAST bring lubrication. That shit is expensive. If you don’t you’ll immediately be labeled as a freeloader and eventually be pushed out. If you can’t bring any of these, please stay at home.
Bring some fun stuff, but DO NOT move in. Too many bags and too much stuff screams that you’re going to overstay your welcome.
You have to fuck the host.
No passing out for several hours.
It’s perfectly ok to invite others, but you have to share.
It’s that last one that really fucked up the party I went to this weekend. The host started looking at Grindr and pointing out guys to the rest of us. We said yay or nay and later one of them showed up.
Now I had just finished breaking rule #4 and when I woke up, this new guy was there. He made a comment about my Prince Albert and said that he was looking at it while I was asleep. He was handsome and we definitely and our eyes met several times over the next few seconds.
At the first possible moment, I pounced on him and we went at it. We had a great connection and were having a good time. Meanwhile the host was pouting in the corner, breaking rule #5. The other guest was also pouting in his phone and wouldn’t look up for the rest of the night until I was getting ready to leave and offered to leave my pipe as I knew he didn’t have one. I never break any of the rules except #4 and always make up for it with kind gestures.
The rest of the night got weird. But in the end, the hot guy gave me his number and wants to get together again. Score one for the nice guy.
I’ve always been fascinated by the Hanky Code. More fascinated, actually, with the reason why it existed as today it’s hard to fathom having to communicate with someone so secretly that the color of your snot-rag was your scruff app. Super low tech but highly effective and quite practical. The amazing thing is that the color of the piece of cloth had tremendous meaning to someone knowing the code but absolutely no meaning to someone who didn’t. How this knowledge was spread so effectively throughout the gay community without mobile phones, the internet is beyond me.
I wear a hankie quite often. I don’t think the younger generation knows about it as much but I do get some glances when I wear on in my back pocket.
Oh, I have red, orange, yellow, green and blue. You can do the math.
Just got a text message from someone in my phone that I have saved as “Yes Hot”. I have no idea who this is but I answered of course. I wouldn’t save someone in my phone as “yes hot” unless I was trying to tell myself to say “yes” because he is “hot”.
A few years ago I started a database where I keep track of the men I’ve slept with, the ones I want to and the ones to stay away from. Too many times I arranged a hookup with a repeat that I didn’t realize I had already done before with no desire to do again. The database contains pics, numbers, notes and warnings so I can minimize the chances of re-doing a loser or someone that I didn’t feel chemistry with. I’ve also logged thieves, of which there are many. I truly don’t understand why people think that it’s ok to take something that doesn’t belong to them. It happens so freaking often, too. Makes me want to kill.
Oh, well.. Go figures that Thursday, Friday and Saturday night all go without any interest from anyone and now I have yes Hot and some dude named Alex both on their way over. Should be interesting.
I decided to go out last night and have a drink. I gathered up all of my change to take to the coinstar at the grocery store and in the process of looking for quarters, I found the little bag of Roxy that the crazy “massage” in-call I tricked with left at my house. I remember him saying that it was enough for two people so I carefully shoved the straw in the bag and took a big snort, consuming about 3/4 of the bag. I gathered up my bag of quarters and left the house walking to the store. By the time I got halfway to the store I realized that I probably wasn’t going to make it to the bar. I did make it to the store and exchange my coins and got $27.85, enough for a couple of drinks. I couldn’t force myself to get on the train so I just walked around. I ended up by 19th Ave and Sloat and there is something that happens in Stern Grove on the weekends. Hundreds and hundreds of kids congregate there and smoke pot and drink. I was amazed at the fact that there weren’t any cops there. There must be some sort of agreement that the adults won’t bother the kids getting fucked up there as long as they don’t drive a car or something. It was practically a rave. I walked down the side of the grove and down Wawona, the part that ends and becomes a walking trail for about two blocks. Creepy as fuck late at night and since I was tripping balls, I heard all sorts of shit.
I got home finally and was so fucking horny I ripped off my clothes, turned on a porn and shot a huge fat load within 30 seconds and it was one of the most intense orgasms I can remember. Within a few minutes, I shot an equally intense load and fell asleep.
Today I’m as stiff as fuck so I’m popping percocets and sipping wine. I think it’s Sunday. I hope so. I may have to troll for a “massage” therapist to help alleviate some of this pain. And I didn’t make it to the needle exchange once again.
I was invited to a place that I used to frequent a lot about 5 years ago in the Outer Mission. It’s a master/slave couple who like to have thirds and fourths join them for fun.
I wasn’t sure if they would remember me or not but I only have good memories from being there so I thought I’d give it a shot.
The first time I went there I was greeted by the boy, stripped down and blindfolded. I was taken downstairs and tied to a sawhorse and fucked by the master. Things got even better from there.
Caught an Uber over there and texted them that I was there. No answer. Waited about 10 minutes and still no answer. I had just taken a nice dose of G and was starting to feel pretty swirly so I decided to start walking.
Love walking on G. What a fun time. I walked down Mission to Ocean and up to City College. Got right to the McDonalds when I got the text. “Come back.” it said. So I called another Uber, this one driven by an amazing woman who spoke about dinosaurs and imagination.
Arrived at their place and spent the night trying on gear and getting my ass pounded by master’s boy. Master ended up passing out before anything happened. Can’t wait to go back. Just saw an invite for last night, hopefully it’ll be good for tonight as well.
I won't promise regular and can't say often but I'll at least try and be entertaining. There will be prizes, mostly high-end underwear that I seem obsessed with buying and not wanting after I get them. Definitely special content you won't see here on the site.
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