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Here's one of mine after Friday night at Mount in Palm Springs...

I was looking into this option over the last weekend. Kayak's price predictor suggested a strong "Book Now!", so that's exactly what I did. Thursday through Saturday was rough to find anything even with available rooms. I saw a few likely options on Mister BnB after I had already found something and suggest considering that less mainstream avenue.

Terry. The host’s name was Terry. It took a while for memory to kick that up to me, and then a while to get back to this page, but that was it.

I was just feeling a bit of nostalgia for that site and found this post from ten years back. I was living with my parents back east when I first came across it. When the calendar updated to mark the date they were filming with Treasure Island, that sold me on contacting the fellow who hosted it about participating... It was a great time, and opened the door to a few follow-up encounters with Treasure Island afterwards. I lived in Cupertino and was both working and a student, so it was a while before I saw a some free time to write in a second time about attending another event. I had been unaware that he was only interested in retaining participants who he could rely on seeing return with some regularity. It has been nearly a year after I had only attended one time, and I'd been blacklisted for some time as a result. I had not anticipated that requirement, but as I thought about it, it did make sense as a practice criteria to keep the number of tops from fluctuating too wildly in either direction. It was disappointment combined with a realization that he had good reasons. I sent a reply, explaining as politely as I could that it had been the special circumstances of the film crew that had drawn me out at a time when I didn't have the means to commit to more than that special occasion. I conceded that his policy made sense in hindsight and suggested that I would have made it a priority to return much sooner if I had understood his criteria before hand. He made no further reply, and I found something else to do with my free time that weekend. I send a brief note the following month to demonstrate polite persistence and was relieved to have persuaded him to offer a second chance. As much as I was enjoying the opportunity to be welcomed back to top, I didn't wait long to voice an interest in bottoming. He was very up front about the length of his waiting list, and the fact that he had more months already booked than what was posted online, but I was in the queue at least. A few days before September's party, I got a short notice request, asking if I was available to stand in for a last minute cancelation just around the corner. He had sent the same message to a short list of guys from his queue, but I had been the first to respond. He already had photos from my application on record and for two nights I was able to find my photos on the calendar, but luck is a fickle thing... Just days away from the event, a bottom from somewhere outside the U.S. that he had unsuccessfully tried to host on two previous occasions had found himself grounded in LA for a few days by maintenance issues with his private plane. It was serendipity he could not refuse--I had just been bumped from the standby slot... He did offer to get me back on the schedule earlier than I had been queued for, but it was not long before the site was replaced with "Under Construction" road sign pages and never returned.... I wish I could remember the host's name, but it's been too long. It feel like is been on the tip of my tongue for a few hours now, but alas ... I think it started with a D, S, or K, but I am pulling a blank for now ... I do recall that the party web site domain was cuteboybbparty.com. it came down a few years before the message I am replying to was posted here, but I can confirm that with a little persistence with the Wayback Archive, that domain, and the years 2002 to 2006 kept in mind, it is still possible to dig up some of the original galley images in that archive. I am looking at one under web/20030221040500/http___www.cuteboybbparty.com:80/files/2002_1117_184207AA.JPG right now. The underscores are replaced by something pretty obvious, if anyone ever cares to locate it relative to web.archive.org! I don't know anything about what happened to pull this offline as suddenly as I seem to recall it happening. I'm sure the missing name will snap into my head at some point, but I have a great deal of admiration still for the fellow who went took on the labor of love to have done organized these gatherings. Coordinating with his guests and the monthly bottom, all the bookkeeping that entailed, processing applications, filtering out noise, operating the camera that isn't gonna host itself, cleaning up afterwards, and operating the website were means to an end and not likely all standalone rewarding just for their own sakes. Allow me to belatedly raise a glass... ;) --John

Got busy with offline life and recently realized I had forgotten to report back here with a results from post-event testing about two weeks back. No STI problem requiring attention. Almost time to go back for a late confirmation test. I won’t be at the next Market in September, but it’s still worth keeping in the know!

You know... I would not be surprised if that were the case. There was one moment Friday night when I took a brief break to get some water. When I was led back out to the floor I got then sense that someone was already waiting at the bench I was led to. I remember thinking that it was too late for any new stallions to have just arrived, but also being aware that whoever it was pulled down their zipper and brushed their cock across my lips. It took me a moment to think about what was going on. I seem to recall the floor rules at least discourage stallions from expecting for oral service because it’s easy to anticipate that most mares will be squeemish about going down on a cock that’s been in an unknown number of other men’s asses, but the stable hand who led me there didn’t react at all, and while the blindfold prevented me from making out more than vague shapes, whoever I ran found at the far end of the bench had been waiting there. I didn’t sense any indication that the cock I had been led to had been anywhere else, so I kind of suspected that two of the stable hands might have diverted me from the floor for a little fun. I also remember there being someone on the side of the bench who also wanted his cock sucked and then came around and fucked me for a good bit of time. A little while after he eventually pulled out a stable hand approached and told me I was on a side of the bench that was too dark and told me he wanted to move me to where there was better lighting. I kinda liked the idea that I might have been taken to let two of the volunteers have some fun without making it too obvious that was happening, but figured something like that was probably not allowed and so pretty shallow to imagine anyone would be willing to face consequences for getting caught. But... Thinking it over again in hindsight... I can’t really imagine my good reason not to allow the stable hands some flexibility, and don’t see anything reason to think that taking a mare off the floor for a short break was compromising their experience in any way as long as he was getting action during that reroute. The only reason I didn’t mention this chapter in the account I just read was because I figured it there had to be a better explanation for the slightly strange sense that something was unusual about this particular section of the evening more plausible than thinking two stable hands might have risked consequences for taking a mare off the floor for some fun of their own, but if there is actually some measure of allowance granted for that in their agreement... maybe it isn’t such a crazy theory. I can’t be sure, but I’d certainly flattered if it turns out to have been what happened. I wouldn’t be surprised if there is a rule barring the stable hands from intentionally cluing any mare they borrow to exercise this privilege, so I’ll likely never really know, but I appreciate everything then stablehands have done to make this even work, so I can at least be sure that I hope there is some merit to the theory. It seems like a wonderful thing to have been given an opportunity to show some gratitude their way, even if I wasn’t entirely aware that’s what I was doing. Make that especially—it would be quite a compliment when I was certainly not the only mare moving to pass through the break room just then and even if it’s not against the rules, it’d still takes some investment of effort to have pulled off.

Four days since redeeming my mare’s ticket for last Friday’s event. I passed through the screen I took the week before and refrained from hooking up leading up to the event, so feel good that I knew my state on arrival. A little over a week from today I will get another lab test done to see what I can report back here afterwards. This event was smaller than past markets. The nature of the venue made it practical to attempt to take a head count twice just before the hoods went on. I could easily be off by one or two in either direction, but counted 25 both times. Couldn’t tell you much of anything about how many stallions were there that night, for reasons that should be no surprise. The stable hands were amazing as always! I had to be moved from the first spot I’d picked when the event started because it was too light and had tipped up on two legs several times the first time I was mounted. The event had just started, so there were very limited options for being moved to a safer place, but the volunteer who moved me out of necessity that first time must have kept an eye out for that ti change because he came back only a short time later and offered to move me to a sturdier bench similar to the one I’d picked out but couldn’t stay with. He didn’t have to do that, and I hadn’t even thought to ask. That outcome required both empathy to predict an unspoken need and a genuine desire to help make everyone’s night go as well as it could in order to have acted on what his intuition registered. I am grateful so many of those who are chosen to serve as stable hands have those qualities and bring them so willingly to the task! I also want to thank the stallions’ for being the men they were as well. I’m aware that the event organizers had included a request that the stallion’s make a point of being gentle with the mares and do their part to help them keep their stamina for the duration. I make it a point to warm up before arriving, so I noticed a difference in how gentle the first several men who approached me were that tells me this request was heard and respected without complaint. Someone once observed here that the stallions tend to sample earlier in the evening and wait until much later before cumming. That trend did not change, but each stallion who gave me some time on their cock during the early half of that evening seemed to be spending more time with each visit than what I recall. Perhaps that had more to do with there being fewer mares overall, but whatever the motivation, I appreciated the extra time! I was particularly fortunate to have encountered the first stallion who made contact with me that nigh. Before attempting to fuck me, he took a grip around my cock like he was checking its weight, ran his hand down my back like he was assessing how smooth my skin was, and tapped his finger against my ass as if he needed to check whether or it I had applied any lubrication yet (of course I had!). Once he’d done his cursory physical inspection he whispered to inform me that I’d passed his inspection on, offered his prediction that I had the right qualities to be quite popular that night. He told me I wasn’t going to get his load this early, but reassured me he’d come find me when he was ready, then lined the head of his cock up and gave me several slow deep thrusts before pulling out and walking away without saying another word. His feedback was complimentary and kind, and more importantly delivered it in a way that appealed to personality traits that find obedience erotic and seek pleasure from being rewarded verbally for obedient behavior. I had already been in a good mood for what was i imagined the night had in store, but that stallion’s approach pushed me head first across an intangible boundary between my mundane every day sense of self and the market’s sense of rhythm and ritual. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to start the evening. Nor could I have asked for much better of a way to end it. Two of the last three stallions that fucked me that night had been there long enough that they no longer felt compelled to hold back. Not only that, but they also both growled a clear message that they were about to come, just enough warning for me use whatever body language I had at my disposal. The first time I was over the same bench I’d been moved to well over an hour ago and responded by willing my hole to relax and crawling a half pace back in his direction so he could get as deep as he cared to. I could feel the base of his cock spasm barely an instant later when he made one last inward thrust and let his weight keep his hilted balls deep until he had recovered enough to pull out, step back, and exchange mutual gratitude for what had just happened. I was offered a place in a sling they had just become vacant, and was perfectly happy to accept. The event didn’t last much longer, but there was enough time for another stallion to do much the same thing. But with the the sling being shaped the way it is, i was almost sure he was going to take me right over the edge with him. Between the stallion that had just finished before him and the ride he’d given me at the sling ideal angle, I knew my body well enough to know that all I needed to do to get off was to pull my legs back and spread them further apart. He gave me just the perfect amount of warning that he was about to come that I was able to get off right alongside him. I felt every bit of the gratitude I offered for giving me his load and being such a hot top. I’ll report back when I’ve gotten my after market test results, but my past experience with this community has been remarkably good. I’m optimistic, but also being sensible. Which means tonight I am also writing both to reinforce my commitment to getting tested to come full circle next week and also because it’s one way of channeling the frustration that comes with opting out of trying to hook up for another week until that’s done. And I suppose... If someone reading this happens to recognize their side of it in my account, I can’t say I’d be upset to hear from them as a result... Heh.... Good night everyone!

I think the basic math works out to support this idea. I've never been able to keep count of the number of times I felt a stallion mount, but I've tried an usually lose the mental count somewhere between twenty and thirty. Stallions outnumber mares by a factor of a little more than two to one, so if every stallion gave up an expected average of three loads each, that's still only enough for each mare to get six. Now, some mares will get more than others, but I suspect if you asked each mare how many times they were penetrated during their time, I have a feeling that count will average out to a value much greater than six. At the same time, I know that by the latter part of the evening I'm keenly aware of wetness leaking down the backs of my legs--enough to be certain I've gotten at least a few stallions off from those who have mounted, but it's hard to guess how many and when. I recently saw a photo of a bottom who put himself up for an evening and had a series of hash ticks and a marker on a small table near where he was positioned. I think there are enough guys who would recognize the availability of a writing implement as an invitation/request to help keep a running tally of a bottom's load count. I already take and print a picture of my assigned number wherever it was written on my back at check-in once I get home as a memento. I keep it with my armband for the same reason. Inspired by the bottom in that picture, I posted a question on Market's Telegram and confirmed that having a marker tied to a rule-compliant jock or other such gear where stallions could easily find it would not be breaking any floor rules, and some comments made by others logged into the channel leave me pretty optimistic that most stallions will know without being told what the purpose of that marker was. The anticipation of waiting blindfolded already heightens my sense of touch by the time a stallion touches my shoulder to signal his intent to mount. I think craving the physical validation from feeling that marker being used to add a new tally mark is going to work much the same way.

Replying directly to this question. I attended the last three markets before the pandemic hiatus, and on a mare's ticket each time. I've been HIV positive since a long time before these events, but also maintained an undetectable VL test by having been aggressive and consistent about getting and staying on medications. Screening for other STDs a responsible time period before and after Market has been an important part of my own personal contract for granting myself permission to participate, and so far nothing has showed up on the results that required intervention above and beyond that single result that I'm already addressing. My personal theory is that there was an inherent selective pressure in the host's original method of ticket sales that favors individuals with strong social ties to community. It doesn't seem unlikely that this selection bias also correlates strongly with selecting individuals who value monitoring their sexual health status and responding appropriately if and when required to address problems that arise. The coming events at the end of this month are distributing tickets through different means. Word of mouth and social networking were less significant factors, but contact list enrollment and proactiveness about reading mailing list content were more likely deciding factors about how tickets were distributed. I don't have any information that would help predict whether that will correlate with past results, anecdotally. For what it's worth, I feel like staying current on my inbox is because of its use as a communication and networking tool, but a sample size of one is hardly compelling. It's also hard to predict how the variable factor of everyone having endured an extended period of pressure to maintain social distance is going to affect relative risk. A potentially over-optimistic perspective might suggest that with reduced contact there is a smaller baseline pool of individuals at risk to draw from. A counter-argument against that line of reasoning observes that California will have been open again for about a month, so any initial "benefit" from prior social distancing may have already been counteracted by rebound response once those pressures were lifted. All of that aside, I think the Market presents a rare, almost religious experience. There is nothing in daily life that empowers, validates, and rewards one's sexual identity. I think everyone with interest should first think about how they can do so without harming themselves or others in the process. If your moral compass is satisfied but fear remains the only reason holding you back, the experience is well worth looking for ways to reconcile with and move past that fear. Don't ignore whatever its telling you, but try to understand where it comes from. If STD panic is too deeply entrenched, consider whether the white hood option and an investment in modern store-bought and sensation-preserving condom technology will provide what you need. I've opted for the red hood previously, but still kept some store-bought condoms to keep in reach on the floor. The stable hands are there to make sure individual preferences are honored despite mares' inability to look for themselves. I've been approached by potential stallions who asked permission to use a condom and had to inform a volunteer who had not been sufficiently in earshot to have known I'd granted the stallion preparing to mount me permission to deviate from my hood's declared preference. I was a little surprised to find that the volunteers were not only looking out to ensure white hood preferences were maintained. I respected and appreciated them already, but now even more so for having had that experience for reinforcement. There are others without blindfolds who will be looking out for your interests when stating either preference as a mare. If you're a potential mare only comfortable with a white hood contract and are worried the blindfold would render your preference moot, I'd suggest discussing that on the event's Telegram channel and/or attending as a stallion first so you can get some first-hand experience to inform you how well hood preferences are observed. For stallions concerned that their options may be limited if they only accept white-hooded mares, I'll suggest that can be compensated for if you're willing to ask permission. I've never turned down a stallion who wanted to use a condom when they asked permission to do so, nor have I overheard anyone else refusing. I'm sure there will be exceptions to that anecdotal account, but I still doubt it will be difficult for a stallion who wants to use protection to find satisfaction in the event. The thought has occurred to me that some stallions who ask to use a condom may be motivated more to protect themselves from getting off too early rather than anything related to STD concerns. Not every stallion can cum five or six times in the time span of one party, so that's a respectable tactic IMHO.