GuD

Yeah, it's gotta happen and I need to find the guts sober because not knowing has been driving me batshit crazy. There's a guy who seems interested who keeps coming into work, pretty friendly actually he just kind of intimidates me. He's built like a friggin linebacker, I find myself attracted more to prettyboys.

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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc

The Batlord

Why sober? It certainly helped the **** outta me that I was drunk as a skunk.

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GuD

I'll **** anything drunk. I tried to **** somebody's house once. I wish I was lying. Plus, I wanna know for sure how I feel about it. A few drinks to unwind maybe. But last time I was too hammered and wound up running off to be a belligerent ******* and tag stuff.

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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc

The Batlord

How on Earth do you **** somebody's house? Did you try to put it in the mail slot or something?

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GuD

I don't know man. I had a bottle of high proof rum to myself that night. It started off with some weird hole in the staircase that I might've mistook for a gloryhole. The rest is fuzzy.

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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc

The Batlord

So did you actually whip your dick out and stick it in the hole?

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GuD

Hold up, rewind a minute.

You had sex with another man?

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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc

The Batlord

I guess you might not have been on this site back when I told that story. I forget you haven't even been here a year. Basically there was tequila, a gay friend who was leaving town for good the next day, a big garage, and a horrified group of people on the other side of the garage. There was oral but too much whiskey dick for much of anything else. If my experience is anything to go by it's really not that big of a deal to **** another guy. Just like with a girl, when the threshold where sex is assured has been reached instinct takes over and nervousness goes out the window.

And you're now caught up.

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GuD

Ha, that sounds more or less like what happened with me except without an audience.

That's the only part I remember for sure. Incidentally, this was in the Castro district minutes after leaving a sleazy gay bar that actually had a gloryhole. I always kinda figured they'd be illegal but nope, guess not.

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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc

The Batlord

Well, there was stuff in between us, so the other people couldn't actually see us, but apparently they could hear us. But we were right next to the door, so when one girl got up to leave (it was kind of a converted garage where people were partying) she had to walk by us, both butt naked. Was kind of awkward. At least it was for her, since we were far too drunk to care. I think we actually thought it was funny.

The worst part was that I left my shoes and my keys in the girl who lived there's garage. She wouldn't return my calls so I ended up losing my favorite pair of sandals. How I got home without realizing that I wasn't wearing any shoes I have no idea.

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