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Still working on editing it today. It's about as long as this is, which was probably about 50$ longer than it finally ended up being above. Working quickly, had to pause really quickly for two anon pump and dumps at my front door 🙂

Damn - I didn't realize that this thread existing, I look forward to looking at the posts. A couple of things: If you want a somewhat amusing read, please check out the thread I started here. Public Bathrooms for Play - I thought within the relative safety of BZ I could ask this question, but instead I got several people who don't even live in Colorado sarcastically condemning my interest and fomenting fear of potential consequences. I'm surprised the same folks aren't all over this thread 🙂 These two occurred within the 24 hours of each other so I'll list them both. I'm not sure glory holes qualify as public - so if not, my bad. Glory Holes, Friday Night June 2023 - it was packed as I'd seen it in a while and my buddy and I showed up. I managed to snag a booth and took loads for about an hour and a half. I think I got four loads if I remember right but a couple other guys fucked me that didn't cum. I like glory holes, but it invariably reminds me we no longer have bathhouses in Denver - maintaining that position bottoming at a glory hole for long periods of time is tiring. 🙂 At a bathhouse you can change it up. What made this night even harder was their air circulator / AC was broken and it was hot out, so the room itself was humid and really hot and I was sweating so bad. I wrote about this here but the post got fucked up somehow. Car sex - Toyota Tundra? / Pickup truck - full size back seat - Parking Lot- the next night was dead online and I had had a busy night the night before and this one profile read "Car Only" but he kept hitting me up. He was in his late 20s and absolutely refused to fuck anywhere but his car despite me offering to host. I kept refusing for about 20-30 minutes but we wore each other out I guess and he agreed to drive to the grocery store parking lot nearby me and I agreed to drive there. Found him really quick, got in his passenger seat and then he pulled around the back of all the buildings. I have not had sex in a car since I was 18 so I didn't even know what to do. "Let's get in the back" - so he jumped out his side then in his side in the back and I did the same. It was okay but nothing about doing it in a car made it hotter in any sense of the word. I was doggy style and he had to sort of hunch over because the space wasn't tall enough and the seat definitely pitched down on one side so I felt consistently off balance. He came, drove me back to my car and I went and got a milkshake.

Authors note on fiction and the nature of memories… I'm writing this long ass forward because I recognize that in these forums, there is a blending of fantasy and reality and I wanted to draw a personal line in the sand for myself and what I post. This isn’t a fictional story of sex, but rather, my best recollection of two pretty memorable events where I have at times, augmented with additional details I think fit the spirit of what happened. It would be disingenuous for me to call this “non-fiction” because it's based on my memories alone and related artifacts that support my memories. The dialog in some cases is either exactly what I remember being said and in other cases I’ve used words to match the intent of that moment. Because I can’t validate these things or fact check them, I’m calling this fiction. I have 250GB and 41,837 photos and videos covering the last 15+ years stored in the cloud alone and have always been the photo taker among my family and friends. For this reason, my sister called me a few days ago and asked for an old photo and while searching for it, I came across a substantial number of photos and videos that involved my sexual experiences, mostly concentrated from 2009-2015. It turns out I used to take a lot of sex pictures - something I haven't really done in the past 10 years. Seeing these pictures brought back a rush of memories and then details, and in the case of the story of Alex, reminded me of something I had forgotten about entirely. Pictures are worth a thousand words, they say, and in this case, I spent about 48 hours after finding these two photos focusing on recalling details of that night. That’s written below. Curiously, as part of this process, I discovered that the story of Alex is connected to another sexual experience that occurred a few weeks prior – I was able to ascertain this because of a series of photos that I took over three weeks which clearly connect the two things. As I wrote this and recalled details, I also searched for artifacts that might exist to support my recollection and because I’m a judicious record keeper, I was able to unearth them – video clips of the sex party, numbers recorded in my phone, pictures connecting the two experiences you’ll read about, and of course the two of the night with Alex. (Several are included along the way in this post) “Part 1 – The unexpected sex party” and “Part 2 – Whoring out Alex” were intense, enhanced, erotic and many would say "filthy" and even dangerous sexual experiences in my life - for which I have zero regret. I’ve included details about the sex, but have not gone in to so much detail as to make this a “sex story.” It’s more my memories written in narrative form with a strong component of sex. You may get off reading this, you may find this to I read both paths after finishing it and thought – wow – this is kindof bland. This is partly because I can’t recall each moment of the sex as I can when its fresh in my mind and in other posts. But it’s my real memory so trust me, if I were making it up, I would have made it a lot sexier and jucier. There are many more pictures I uncovered in my drive that also have associated memories I haven’t spent time journaling about or detailing. I think I’ll choose one at a time and do the same exercise, and maybe one day publish a book of these stories. Who knows. Enjoy…or not. I did this for me! (One more note: when I started this, I remembered no names. As I explored the memory, I recalled that I was 90% confidant Alex was Alex, but it could be Andy or Adam – it was an A name and short. I didn’t recall two of the sex party participant names until I remembered I had programmed them in my phone – Jordan and Kevin. The rest of the people I don’t recall or never knew their name.) Part 1 – that time I hosted a sex party… I have to start the story of Alex with a specific sex party, because after uncovering the photos of him we’ll talk about later, I realized that it was at this sex party that I met Alex. It was late April 2014 and I was living in a large, brand new, modern apartment in a central and desired part of the city. At this time, I was perhaps at my sexual peak – I was single, slept with multiple people a week and sometimes a night, was partying infrequently and generally only during extended sex sessions, etc. I had amassed a network of fuck buddies I maintained contact with, unlike many of the guys I slept with which were anon and never spoken to again. Notably, I was 100% BB and no-loads refused at this point, but not yet Positive. I wouldn't be for many more months. It was Friday, I had no weekend plans, and I had just completed our quarterly business review gauntlet at work, so I was in the mood to party and fuck. I had a FB I had known for about a year I had hooked up with about 4-5 times over the course of the last year and I texted him to see what he was up to. He was a fairly aggressive poz top, a great fuck, and definitely kinkier than most. He had the body of a relatively fit bear but also had a youthful, cheery face and a was one of those guys with a perpetually amazing 5-o’clock shadow – which came in handy during his awesome rim jobs. His face definitely made him look a helluva lot more innocent than he was. (A maybe interesting note: Record keeper that I am, I’ve always recorded contacts I’ve met online in a very specific way, example: First name Field: (First Name – if I know it) (Screen Name) (Site/Where Met) Last Name Field: (Poz/Neg) (Top/Bottom/Vers) (Other Details) And for this reason, I have a ton of people in my phone with these bizarre names. I scrolled through all my contacts just now to if I could remember who the FB was from the list – it’s Steve, and he’s listed in my phone as Steve RawPozTopSea BBRT Poz Top PNP) I didn’t hear back from Steve immediately, so I hopped online, posted a quick connect add on BBRT and the same content on the (so sad its gone and much beloved) Craigslist which said what it typically did – “Bottom looking for anon pump and dump. Blindfolded ass up. Cap Hill” along with my stats and a pic of my ass. I was relatively new living in this exact neighborhood, so was having great success so far and hadn’t burned through the tops in the immediate area. In pretty quick succession, three guys came one after the other and I had four loads in me before I got up to check messages. I had a message back from Steve at this point who was totally on board to come over and party/fuck and asked if it was okay if he brought a friend of his along. Steve had done this before, had a friend in tow, and they were always easy to hang around with so I said of course, but even so Steve closed with his signature line I remember him saying which was “you won’t be sorry!” I started to get really excited because Steve was definitely a great fuck and notable about Steve is, he got off on poztalk during sex and was the first person I'd ever been with who said things like this - it wasn't nearly as commonplace then. He also had a very particular way that he liked to cum – he would fuck you in multiple position and then when he wanted to cum he would push you down flat on your stomach, climb on top of you, and fuck you while poz talking in your ear until he bred you. I still remember the first time we fucked when he started poztalking and it was so completely [banned word] at the time and I had never heard something say those things, I remember not knowing how to respond. Thinking back, none of the other poz guys I had slept with ever said those things - but at least this time, I was prepared for what was coming. Steve arrives with his friend about an hour later. Steve’s Friend was tall and practically hairless and very trim – not emaciated, but fit. I learned after the fact he was also positive. He was an attractive ginger dude and had a 70s porn star look and haircut, which isn’t really thing but he seems fun and at this point I was miles deep in the no loads refused game. (Note: there's no mention of "undetectable" here because it wasn't really discussed that way in 2014 - the science around UD = not transmittable didn't exist yet). We started partying, Steve slammed me, then they both slammed while I was dry humping my mattress and begging for dick, and things took off from there. They both fucked me, alternating and taking breaks every few minutes because Steve would get so hot and sweaty, he'd have to pause. I was incredibly turned on because I had two dicks in and out of me and sweat all over. Whatever slam we did began to level off and at this point Steve and his friend decided to ramp things up. I don't know if this had been in their back pocket as an idea, or whether it was spur of the moment. (Pictures - these are stills from the short and low-quality video where the dialog below occurred. I'm on the bed in the jock, Steve's friend is in the other. I couldn't post the video.) Steve’s Friend: You need to get your ass over here, we've got this hot slut taking loads. Steve from across room: Fucking get here, he's worth it! I think I briefly realized he said "you guys" meaning more than 1 but I was not really thinking of that at the time. Phone Guy: Fuck! Sounds good, where? He tells them the location and then says to me, Steve: “Hey pig how many loads you got in you already?” Me: "Four. Come fuck my hole. Come fuck my hole." I moaned in a kind of sketchy shaky voice you have when partying and are freshly fucked. Watching this video back it occurred to me that at no point had I told either guy I had already been fucked, so their next responses of “fuck yeah” and grunting noises make sense. Steve’s Friend walked out of the room and continued to talk to the guy on the phone, presumably finalizing plans, and I laid on the bed watching porn on my laptop. I’m not sure how much time passed - we were messing around on the bed, there was some toy action and plenty of sucking dick - but I do remember Steve snapping me out of my haze so we could shift from sex to preparation. I was still high as fuck, but I got out of bed as asked, and we all put on clothes which I remember thinking was REALLY WEIRD given we were in the middle of a party fuck session. For the next 45 minutes, we did a bunch of things necessary to turn my large living room in to a sex party room. I still cannot actually believe that this all happened, but we; · Covered my couch with a bunch of sheets to keep it from getting lubed and moved it to another location to maximize the space; · Removed and stored my coffee table in the hallway closet; which sounds trivial, but my coffee table then was solid poured concrete and weighed a million pounds; · Moved my heavy ass mattress from my bedroom to the living room, put on the floor, covered with sheets and made a big fuck bed; · Repositioned my entertainment center and TV for optimal viewing and connected two external drives of porn; · Separately rinsed off in the shower and at least for me, cleaned up my hole just a bit to be sure I was ready for whatever was to come. This was now officially the weirdest hookup I’d ever had in my life. I’m sure I’d moved furniture for some reason while hooking up in the past, but this was a full on redecoration - fucking weird! I was the last to shower of the three of us and when I came out of the bathroom, Steve and his friend were on the couch, shorts pulled down, jerking off and my first thought was "fuck, I want some dick in me right now" and I moved quickly towards them with the intent of swallowing both of their dicks. As obsessed with their dicks as I was, as I walked across the room the TV caught my attention. It was the first time I’d seen one of my now favorite Treasure Island scenes of all time. The scene is from Bone Deep and it’s the gang bang scene where GoGo Eddie, with his giant biohaz tat across his torso and massive PA, is getting spit roasted and gang banged by a bunch of poz tops. For the next 10-15 minutes I was on the floor in front of them sucking their dicks, both of them reaching around to my hole and fingering me. That scene still makes me cum super fast. Steve’s phone rang at some point and scared the shit out of all of us as we were so deeply in the zone of what was happening. Guy on the Phone: “How do we get in?" (Sidenote: I lived the equivalent of the Fort Knox of access controlled buildings, and there were cameras everywhere. I don’t think I thought about this until after I moved out, and realized how many people I buzzed in at different times of night that were there for 10-20 minutes and then left…all caught on camera. During Christmas one year we had a late night package theft and I'm almost certain it was one of my tricks who stole the stuff. Whoops!) Steve gave him my last name, my phone rang, and I buzzed the guy in. I already knew it was going to be more than one person. Less than a minute later, there's a knock on the door. I don't know why, but I know it startled me a bit and I looked at Steve with a face that must have communicated "you answer it, I'm not moving" and Steve gets up and walks around the corner to the front door. "Hey, what's up!" Instantly, it goes from the three of us on the couch to seven of us. I don't know who Steve’s Friend had called, but he had brought three friends and the only thing I remember about the group was that the Friend was white, good looking and dressed very preppy (jeans, polo shirt, cropped haircut) and he had three Latino guys in tow - one older scruffy and handsome, and the other two early 20s, attractive, borderline twink. I've been in groups this size before, but I remember being surprised with how quickly everyone got naked upon arrival - like, 30 seconds from the time they entered - it was not their first rodeo. Separately, I'd never had this type of group at my home and while I needed to let go and enjoy myself and I was, on the other hand, this was on my turf, so I had this sense of responsibility. I gave up worrying about the latter. The White Friend asked me if it was okay if they got high and after I said yes, they split in to the bedroom and bathroom to do their thing, emerging a few minutes later ready to fuck. From that point on, every combination of dick, hole, and mouth were exchanged from person to person and it was fucking amazing. It was especially amazing because other than the White dude briefly fucking the Older Latino, I was the only one getting fucked in my ass so I was loving every single minute of getting all these guys dicks fucked in to me and then replaced by another. I was literally center stage, in the middle of my living room in the middle of my own mattress, living most cumdumps dreams - several dicks fucking you and keeping you filled. And what made it even more hot was that for some period of time (maybe two hours), everyone was engaged and getting some type of action while I was on the mattress getting fucked. Various pairings would reshuffle, and the room was this sort of undulating mass of man sex and the heat, power and energy was tangible - I can still remember it. It also wasn't quiet - everyone was moaning, breathing heavy, fuck talking, and making the sounds that are made when dicks go in to different holes. The room was getting warm from all the activity, everyone was sweaty, and I think prior to the next phase, three of the guys had cum in me. (Note: So, this is an apartment in a city, well built, but still side by side and above and below connected to other apartments. At one point the windows had been opened to cool the place off. It is shocking that up to this point and again further in the evening, that the sound of the porn on the TV + a bunch of men having non-quiet sex didn’t at all cause neighbors to complain. Or maybe it’s because they all really liked me. Who knows!) Once again, everyone in the room was startled when my phone rang. I knew instantly it was the front door of the building because I had a special ring tone that was especially loud and piercing so I wouldn’t doze off and sleep through it. I looked at Steve, as I didn't know there was another arrival expected. Steve: “It’s just a couple more friends. You won’t be sorry!” This time I answer the door in nothing but a jock strap and in the hallway are three more guys. Me: “Holy Shit, come on in!” (probably not what I should have said because I think I sounded freaked out they were there) Guy 1: “Are you sure? Steve’s here right?” Me: “Yeah, for sure. Come on in!” Guy 1 was mid-30s, semi-attractive white guy with full sleeve tattoos on both arms. Guy 2 was a lean but muscular black guy with a bald head and the epitome of nerdy looking glasses. Guy 3 was Alex. Alex stood out because he looked a bit more disheveled than anyone else. He was in shape and about 5’10”, well-groomed facial hair, but wearing a shirt with a noticeably misshapen collar that was probably a 3XL when he belonged in a medium. His jeans also had dirt stains all over them as though he had come from a construction site. But most striking was the immediate impression I got of Alex –he seemed almost in a confused state like the world was just happening around him and he was trying to understand what he was seeing. It wasn't a bad thing, but I remember that impression. The three newcomers greet everyone while simultaneously taking off their clothes and excuse themselves to the bathroom to get high and Steve takes me to the bedroom to do the same. If having 7 people before amped up, naked, writhing bodies, humid warm air, mixed with the sounds of men groaning and fucking and sucking wasn’t intense enough, we’ve just added three more guys who were clearly there to have a good time. My living room was large and we still had plenty of space, but the addition of three more people made the space somehow feel smaller and connected ( in a good way). I’ve been in group scenarios before where there are cliques, or people left out, and monopolizes and invariably it kills the vibe. This was NOT that at all and in fact, it has somewhat spoiled me for larger groups like this because the chemistry was on point. Sometimes when partiers get together they either have ADHD or super laser focus. In this case, it seemed like everyone was making sure everyone else was having a good time, while enjoying themselves. What this Steve’s magic? I didn’t know, because I honestly didn’t know what the connection was between any of these people. Within about 45 minutes, I had another two loads in me and I remember that I was enjoying all of the fucking so much but also looking around and just seeing different blurry groups of guys touching, sucking, kissing each other in every direction. I remember looking straight forward at the floor to glass windows ahead of me and seeing this reflected back. It was amazing. I remember distinctly that Steve fucked me and made a point of announcing that this wasn’t the first time. Looking back was this his way of emphasizing that I already had taken his poz load? There certainly had not been ANY discussion of status with anyone at this party that I knew of. Like always, he fucked me in two or three different positions, moving my body easily from one to the other. What I wasn’t prepared for which seemed to be welcome by everyone, however, was Steve's louder-than-usual and more forceful poztalk. Again, this still felt very [banned word] so the fact that all of these guys weren’t freaked out by it was a new thing to me. Steve pushed my stomach flat on the mattress and mounted me again, continued his verbal fucking, and shot his load in me. The remaining guys all fucked me one last time and all but one guy came in me. That guy had cum on someone in the room because I heard it while getting fucked, but I'm not sure who. I think some of the guys who had previously cum in me came another time because I heard those noises, but again, I didn't see. (Note: Alex fucked and came in me at some point during this time but honestly, I don’t know when. I honestly don’t entirely know who was fucking me at any point.) During all of this fucking, the people who had cum had jumped in the shower to rinse off and wind down and when the last guy came in me, there was just a deep breath moment where we recognized what had happened. Folks kicked around for a while longer, checked their phones, jerked their dicks, watched the porn, drank some water. But the main event had concluded, and everyone was working to collect themselves. The White Guy and the Black Nerd left first and there was a brief discussion with Alex as to him coming with them, but Alex said he would catch up with them later. They pulled me aside briefly prior to this and asked to exchange numbers and we did and this is how I know that White Guy is named Jordan and from North Carolina and Black Nerd’s name is Kevin, and he lived in Olympia. (Note: I texted both of their numbers in the last 24 hours which are still in my phone. The number for Jordan is no longer him, and the guy who responded was super cool and we exchanged a few texts. Kevin has yet to respond.) Steve’s Friend left next alone (I assumed they had come together). The Latino guys and the Guy on the Phone left next and it was me, Alex, and Steve left. Shortly after, Steve got a call (it was somewhere between 3-5A) and very kindly said he had to go. I still didn’t know how anyone knew each other, but in my brain they were all connected, so I assumed Alex would leave with Steve. He did not, leaving me and Alex together alone. I started to make conversation with Alex while getting us some water and everything that happened next reinforced that Alex needed a bit more time than most to process things. What I found out, however, was that Alex didn’t know Jordan and Kevin prior to this evening. According to Alex, he had gone to Club Z at some point Friday and gotten a room and Jordan and Kevin showed up a few hours later. They all played together and were hanging out when, according to Alex, “some guy called and invited them to a sex party.” They invited Alex, and now here he was, in my living room, last man standing. At some point, I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t dying to be alone, but I didn’t really want to go to bed if Alex hadn’t left so I tried to initiate things – “do you need to be somewhere” “can I get you an uber?” Alex looked at me and said, “do you mind if I just hang out here?” I agreed, and Alex helped me put the living room and bedroom back together. At one point out of the blue he looked at me and said “it was really hot seeing you get fucked by those guys.” He went on to tell me how he frequently was a top and enjoyed it, but sometimes really wanted to do what I had done. I asked him to clarify, and he said, “get fucked by a bunch of guys.” Sometime later, I was ready to lay in bed and turn off the porn. I asked Alex if he had driven, he said no. "Do you want me to call you an Uber?" "Nah, I don't have anywhere to go until later." I didn't really question that and assumed he meant he didn't have plans, so offered to let him stay and we moved to the bedroom. We woke up hours later, he showered. He asked me to take him to Club Z which in my mind I assumed meant his car was parked nearby. I didn't question it, said "give me call sometime" and never expected to hear from him again. That turned out not to be the case... Part 2 coming next as soon as I'm able to post (~24 hours). It is already written and some editing...

So.... I should just give up on any suggestions for actual locations? 🙂 Interestingly, did a bit of Goog'ing today to see if there were other resources that might have suggestions and surprisingly, found several articles NOT on LGTBQ sites or targeted at gays. One Westword article has the title "Denver's five best bathrooms for a quickie." Westword: Denver's Five Best Bathrooms for a Quickie None of the suggestions here seem ideal (all of them are restaurants or bars) and there are no real "public" suggestions (i.e. a place you don't need to be a patron but still use the facilities). The list on Squirt is nearly all public parks - which to me fucking in the bushes is most risky. If people are at the park, there's no concealment other than bushes. This is like Volunteer Park in Seattle. Sniffies is a lot of parks, and if you zoom outside of Denver Metro, includes some truck stops. Ah well, I tried. The missionary sex in my locked bedroom in my secured house was awesome, btw 🙂

Well, I appreciate the responses, though they didn't really at all answer my question. 🙂 Of course, there is inherent risk to this. As there is fucking at bookstores/video stores and anywhere I guess that sodomy laws are still on record. For those in the "enhancement" community, there might be substantially more severe violations of law and extreme penalties for these (I don't see any drug arrests reported on in any outlet - but let me text my journalist and ask if they even monitor for "public indecency"). Colorado law for public indecency classifies sex in public as a "petty crime" with fines not to exceed $300 or 10 days in jail. A first-time offender would not receive this, if arrested at all. No officer is going to make an arrest and book someone for a petty crime. Sniffies in Colorado is ablaze with people hooking up in public and I don't see many caution flags being posted. So I wouldn't need money in my socks nor to call my parents - cuz I am unlikely to be arrested and I can pay my own bail if I were. I'm also unconcerned about having my face and picture published in a newspaper also - there are literally a billion things that would have to NOT happen in a day for it to merit some post about a random gay guy having sex in a bathroom. I just asked my journalist friend if they even monitored these types of beats and he said, "no, the only thing that comes across our desk is federal or felony charges, or any time there is violence, death, or an officer-involved shooting or incident." Here in Denver, as well as in Seattle where I've lived, this type of activity is perhaps more mainstream than in other parts of the country. I'll give you that. Portland was mentioned and I believe it to be similar to Seattle. But putting all of that aside, I'm intrigued by the fact so many from outside of Colorado responded, that some of the responses bordered on sarcastic condemnation, and that I still don't have an answer to my question. It's especially surprising given the nature of this site and topics covered, which go far beyond sex in a bathroom in public. 🙂 I'm certainly not encouraging others to do what I'd like to do - that's my choice, as are other choices others make theirs - just like I have a choice to go the speed limit or speed. Happy Friday! I'll be having sex missionary-style with a condom from my locked bedroom in my secured home lol!

Yeah - it doesn't need to be all of those things, just some of those things. Sniffies doesn't have bathrooms specifically as a category, and the list on Squirt was not good. The hunt continues.

I definitely am turned on by public sex especially any type of hooking up in public restrooms. From my perspective, this doesn't mean they need to be pristine, but I think ideally would have some combination of these things Private restroom where main entry locks; Toilet stalls where visibility into the stall is limited to those outside it (e.g., they wall panels go sufficiently low); Accessible to Denver metro or surrounding neighborhoods, but not stranded in the middle of nowhere; in case you want others to join What else makes a good space? I personally am not in love with the under-the-stall thing... The three times I've done this in Colorado were actually at places stranded in the middle of nowhere, on road trips to Glenwood Springs and in Vail, so I don't really have a ton of experience in Denver. But I'd like to change that. Any ideas? I'll be doing research on Squirt, Sniffies, etc. and dropping in what I find on this thread. Do you know of any that would make a good spot for this? Please tag with the general metro area or surrounding area, any address information and any notes that you think are important. I think we can do Denver Metro and north to Broomfield and south to the Tech Center? But if you know of others outside of this area, feel free to add.

I've been having sex for a quarter of a century (jeez, that sounds like a lot) and for as long a I can remember, there have always been straight men in the mix of the gay hookup (and sometimes even dating) pool. I recall meeting someone on Craigslist (I'll get to that in a second @TwinkChaserSlut) and hooking up when I was maybe 19 or 20 and in college in my first off campus apartment. This was before I was anon pump-dump, so he stayed for a while after we finished, we talked, had a lot in common and naive as I was, I thought "hmm, there's some potential here." He came back three or four times after that always just for some conversation, the sex, and a bit more conversation and on one of these times I got the nerve (after talking to several friends) to see if he wanted to go out on a date. Thankfully, he was pretty gentle about it and he said, "That's a really nice invite, but I'm married." This was before gay marriage was legal and most gays in the early 2000s didn't use the term "married" to refer to long term relationships, so I'm sure I just looked a bit puzzled. "You are? Really?" and he proceeded to tell me a bit about his story and his marriage to his wife. As soon as he left, I called my friend Kate who took me to the Cheesecake Factory in Woodland Hills where we proceeded to get absolutely wasted on martinis. I never hooked up with the dude again. I had not thought about this in the past 20 something years until this showed up in my notifications. So yes, they are on all the platforms and if you boil it down to what they are intended to actually provide, they are looking for the connection to sex opportunities those platforms provide (or at least are supposed to). @TwinkChaserSlutI miss Craiglist a lot. It was the ultimate for any type of sex, I feel like the success versus flake right was much higher, and there was a lot less back and forth and bullshit. I don't know of a replacement but if you find one, let me know. Someone told me there are Reddit boards that operate this way but I don't know about that for sure. I've kept every email since the beginning of the account and these two stuck out to me.

About an hour in to doing yardwork in the full sun at heat, I called it quits and decided to come inside. I was drinking some water and checking messages and started thinking I was horny and briefly forgot/ignored the fact that DSC is closed. The thought that went through my mind was, "oh it's a perfect day for DSC." It's literally the perfect day for an afternoon at DSC...some pool time, some fucking, whatever. I miss it. I always thought the vibe there was really good and always had a good time. I miss Midtown too, though slightly less than DSC. 🙂 Denver folks, do you think we'll ever have a bathhouse again? If the Southpark dudes can renovate and rehab Casa Bonita, maybe some rich gay benefactor will do the same for DSC. 🙂 Has anyone been to the place in Colorado Springs? I haven't. It's a fucking trek to get there but might be going for something like Cumunion...

These laws are fucking bullshit and completely understand why you took these actions. And no, I did not vote Republican, I just let them fuck me in different ways every once in a while 🙂

I have mentioned this story to quite a few people. Definitely had me riled up.

As a person only several months out of a 10 year relationship that was largely not open in any way, I'm not sure I find any of these hot. That said, I'm also somewhat anti-relationship so I say bring on the cheaters. They can fuck me, I'll fuck them, they can deal with the drama back at home! 🙂

@rawTOPwhat is the best way to report these types of issues? I see I have messages but when I try to access I get this: PDOStatement: Duplicate entry 'cumslut4play' for key 'name_UNIQUE' Sorry you encountered an error. Details about this error have been written to our logs and will be reviewed to make sure it doesn't happen to other users.

I just checked Facebook to determine when I actually became positive and it was October of 2014 (i know the actual date it happened, but not who it was - story for another time). I went on a work trip about two weeks after the weekend it happened and had the fuck flu of all fuck flus in my hotel room. Anyway, to the questions; I don't regret it and at first, I don't think I was chasing but that evolved. When I started full time barebacking, there was no prep, and so a lot of guys would only reveal they were poz if asked and even then a lot of them would lie. These were also the days of Craigslist hookups and right at the start of BBRT - manhunt was much more prevalent so you still had to hunt for bb versus safe dudes a lot. I started barebacking around 2002 for the first time, then gave up condoms entirely in about 2008. I'd say I avoided guys I knew to be poz until about 2008. I think I started chasing after August 2008 when I remember (and still have the email...see pic) when I took my first poz load knowingly. I was drunk (must have been sunday funday), he was some hot motorcycle riding black dude. I remember being nervous but really excited and horny for his dick and load and I think the switch flipped after that night and I definitely pursued poz guys with more vigor and got turned on more knowing they were. It took six years of a ton of barebacking for me to poz, including party weekends and such where I'd really go out of control. Lots of fun times and hot moments so no, not looking back with regret. Life impact - now with prep, even when it comes to neg guys, it's far less of a concern it seems than it used to be and I feel like chasing is becoming slightly less underworld than it used to be. And if the neg guy is really that concerned and you're on meds, he's probably ill informed and going to be a boring fuck. lol In terms of the meds, I've had great insurance when on meds so that hasn't impacted me. Having to remember to take a pill every day around the same time with food is sometimes annoying but now there's even bi-monthly shots so it's becoming more of a thing that's just background in your life. In the broader world of straights and what not, there's still a lot of information and stigma about being HIV positive, so if you're open about it, you should be ready for that. I don't think becoming positive in and of itself is sexually liberating, though mentally I think it can be a blocker for people who might want to go to something like a sex party but won't because they are concerned about becoming positive. I know some poz guys who are more conservative than almost anyone. So if you're conservative and a sex party is scary, pozzing won't change that in and of itself. There are also still health matters to consider after you're poz (e.g. STIs), so if you have any holdbacks on feeling liberated, pozzing alone isn't gonna change that I don't think. P.S. I'm sure "Jason Borne" was not the guys real name (I think my display name was "BB Seattle" or something like that for Craigslist emalis), but I also don't think I ever asked.

I agree! I'm also fine with dirty chat 🙂 fantasy or whether it leads to something latter, it's still fine with me. It's somewhat necessary here since so many profiles don't even have locations.

Interesting conversation. I have to say that it's really hard to gauge right off the bat whether someone is direct and just wants to get things going, or if they want some back and forth first. Sometimes I've tried being super direct right off the bat and just say what I'm looking for - and some guys will respond favorably and others find it offputting (based on their responses). Sometimes I try to be a bit more casual and bump in to people that just reply with one word answers. Of course, I adapt once I have a sense of where it's going, but I don't have down to an exact science. Sniffies seems the most transactional, BBRT has become more and more sanitized over the years so is a mix of both... My preference is I could just say, "anon pump and dump bottom, come drop your load" and they'd ask for the address and then give me an ETA. I wish! I also travel a ton for work so I do hit up guys in other cities in the hopes that I have some contacts in other cities I can hook up with when I'm there and don't have to waste a fuck ton of time, since I'm pretty time contrained on work trips.

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I dunno man - this whole thing reads super respectful and thoughtful, which is part of what someone might want for their first time. I'd give yourself a path on the back here! Given it was his first and you weren't just going to defile him, that's the best possible approach and it sounds like you stuck the landing.

Other than being positive, I haven't had an STI for at least three maybe four years and honestly, I'm always a bit surprised because of the quantity of dick I'm getting in between appointments and also where I'm finding some of that dick ...if you know what I mean. Because I am positive I go to an infectious disease doctor as my primary care physician and she's super dialed in on things and we have very candid conversations about my "activities." By posting this I've probably now jinxed myself...lol