SO I tested positive for anal chlamydia (fuckitty fuck fuck) and thought it had been a hemorrhage of sorts, to which folks who saw my hole and 'examined' had said it couldn't really be nor could it be and STD, just razor bumps. At least I'm negative for gonorrhea so far (anal results have yet to come back) and so I had to warn all my partners (or at least those I keep in contact with) of my STD, augh. Have yet to warn EBG, though we didn't do anything sexual in the time frame I fucked around with southern belle.
Ah yes, Southern Belle. I forget if I explained the backstory on him, but in short, his boyfriend was playing around, they fucked raw, he left him, came to NY, A4A, we fucked raw, my ass and no lube. Yea, I definitely learned my lesson. Or have I?
Friday, January 09, 2009
Thursday, January 01, 2009
welcoming the new year...
... with a possible STD. So I began messing around with this dude from a4a, cute boy from N. Carolina - escape to the big city type of kid (though not really a kid since he's older than me by a few months; we're both 20).
Well we fucked twice, raw, only to have him contact me less than three days later to tell me he believes he caught either Gonorrhea or Chlamydia from me - uh, NO. As dangerous as I play, I have yet to catch any sorta diseases and my ass is clean, literally. Well I had suddenly come down with a superb case of excess mucous and a super sore throat - aside from the fact he throat-fucked me and I thought my throat might just be hurt from that. Well that in addition to my asshole being in pain as if it were torn (which is also a case as he fucked me for nearly an hour sans any lube), him txting me that he may have caught something from me suddenly infuriated me - how the fuck does he come off saying that, I told him of my lack of sex at the time (true) and that even then I play safe. I countered his argument with the fact that he's been messing around as well and he tells me he's only played raw with me, um, and your boyfriend? Mentioning that he then admits that yes his boyfriend was cheating and that he may have brought it to our game (no shit?) and that he's sorry.
So I immediately bring up going for testing next day and that I want him with me, he agrees, we go to Chelsea STD Health Center and wait for nearly 3 hours before finally being seen (I had to play coy white boy and ask to be moved up frequently as I had a plane to catch and I only wanted samples and not blood to be drawn). Once I finally see the doc, she tells me (after attacking my throat and asshole with a Q-tip from Fort Troff) it seems I just have a cold (which I kinda thought) but I brought up the fact that my asshole's also suffering so she said to make sure to come back immediately when my results arrive to be treated (with my fav azithromycin!)
From now on I'm skipping CHC for testing as that place sucks major take-forever dick and using the place the guy told me of on 8th n 16th which sees you in less than an hour and change sans the triage registration process.
Ugh. Left 2008 with an STD (HOPEFULLY NOT!)
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WELCOME 2009!!!!!!!
So fuck the fact that I'm sick out the ass (literally) - oh! and btw! I don't have the 'drip' the dude has (EWWW!) nor am I peeling skin anywhere or procuring massive amounts of dick cheese like he is. Hrm. Oh wells.
So back to fucking the fact - Storm calls me outta the blue (I recently contacted him to catch up on old times and to possibly get at hooking up with him and have him fuck me silly, since Geo fell through) and asks about hooking up and partying for New Years as his plans with the guy he's seeing (I kinda refuse to call his partner his boyfriend as they aren't steady like that from what he's told me) kinda fell through and that his roommate was offering to take him out to Pacha at the VIP $125 price though it woulda been a clothes-on party with chicks, eww, especially not fun after the fact I brought up the party I'm heading to to be clothing optional - BA-CHING! He loved the idea and that it was only $20 and near PATH and that he would know someone he's cool with to go with (me).
Well after setting up house for the folks here at home for their 'party', I had to fly out the house to run to the city to get to Masked Ball before 12. Got there at 11:59!!!! Though I didn't get to see the 'ball drop', did get to kiss the new year with Storm and enjoy the party - enjoy 'til damn near 6. Me and Storm attacked the scene immediately; we shuffled up to the dancers, touched ass and cock (OMFG, WHITE BOYS ARE SOFT LIKE COTTON CANDY AND JUST AS TASTY!!!), shuffled to the main floor, squeezed on everyone like crazy, and shuffled to the back, the dark room, and fucked heads like crazy - both got our dick sucked by nearly 10 guys. He reminded me, "don't suck any dick" and I didn't, except this one guy who looked entirely clean AND had an AMAZ-O prince albert ever! He was the second guy I saw with one but the first who had a really thick gauge. Didn't really suck him off however as I was refraining from spreading anything if I have anything.
When I attempted my initial escape to go see what was up on the dance floor, I saw this SUPER cute, somewhat scared and confused guy swamped in the middle of the dark room. I tried to get at him at first but there was no where for me to get through as five different guys were trying to suck me off and finger my hole, ugh, he got away.
The night went on with dancing, head-fucking, my pants and tights totally off and me walking amongst everyone sans anything on my bottom half - cock all out, ass all out, and everyone having a glimpse or feel. After a while of being alone, I dived back in to check on Storm only to see his thick cock being serviced over by someone he didn't care for and was up and about to leave when his eye caught sight of this super beauty, his type of guy, thug looking, a tape-up hair cut, clean cut beard - that thin-line style many white puerto rican well-dressed thugs sport, yet still white. Well he knocked the guy who he was sucking off and pushed his dick in this guy's face, me watching in awe at the brilliance of the scene. White PR bottom took sight of Storm's meat and immediately took grasp and sucked away - I motioned to Storm to properly introduce him to his cock and motioned for him to have the guy gag on his cock and face fuck him (more so for my bemusement) and that's exactly what he did - face-fucked him, forced deep throat, fingers down his throat, tears were shed, and balls were licked. The guy immediately fell in love with Storm - who wouldn't? I did as well, and that was the beginning of a pain that continued for a major part of the night. The guy kept shoving other cock suckers off Storm's dick, kept having at Storm even when Storm was done with him, tried to eat Storm's ass (something he's not into unless he gives express permission) and went so far so as to even fight with Storm for not giving himself up to him. Umm... the fuck dude, you're just a chicken-head, back off and calm down! Well Storm gave in to feeding his cock some more to this guy and then forced him off to relax a bit with me - only to then follow us out (to which I had to play bodyguard and separate him from Storm with me in between) and onto the dance floor. Storm sighed and I let the dude get at Storm while I fetched towels for Storm to wipe his head with. Storm set the guy straight and told him what's up. I see pr white dude saunter off and throw puppy-dog eyes back as he walked away, tail between his legs, awww... Well me and Storm idolize the dancers again, dance a bit, then headed back into the dark end. It was going in the second time that I noticed cutie patootie again. Again he seemed disturbed but not lost or confused rather stuck. I was determined to not let him get away this time and so I told Storm I'll be away for a moment and he tells me he'll stay there. Cool - I go over to cutie and asks if he's trying to head out, Yes he is. Cool. I help him out and in doing so he thanks me and quickly consumes my image before making the determination that I'm an okay dude (YAY!!!) and begins talking to me.
Hey, how are you, okay? Yea, I'm fine. What were you doing back there? Trying to get at my friend. Sure you were doing that and not trying to get a little action? Do I look like the type? My clothes are still on! Oh, okay *smile from me* Well what's your name? Aaron, yours? Fernando. Nice, you're cute Fernando. Thanks! You really, really cute yourself! Thanks.
Conversation of this sort continues on for a while, we walk over to the bar so he can grab a bottle of water - he's tipsy and I ask if he's had a few to drink, yes, which he asked if it were obvious or not. Of course I said but wanted to make sure it was only that. Only that. We chatted a bit about this and that and our ages came up. I asked how old he was and told me to guess - "no more than 24", he giggled and said, "Yea, I'm 24 *which a bit of satire*" which totally bounced off me and only made me like him a lot. He asked me and I told him to guess, "24", "nope, try lower", "oh really?", "yea, try 20", "oh! *giggle*". At the bar, I asked what he did for a living, "occupational therapy", this raised 2 questions - was it like psychiatry? And what 24 year old gets into occupational therapy? No it isn't like psychiatry, it's a physical therapy, as in sports injuries and the like. That and how old are you again? 37, OOOH! Did I mention I might love you more now?
So Aaron's 37, an occupational therapist, AN AEROBICS AND PILATES INSTRUCTOR!! White!! Lives in Jersey City!! and has a DEE-LEESH BOD! Unfortunately, he's a bottom and I'm basically a bottom (poo, FUCK YOU GOD!) but I wouldn't mind being top for him. It sort've feels like the chance at a correction I could make had it been mean and Ciro. Oh well, moving along:
Well Storm's in the dark room and I'm out on the floor with Aaron when I noticed folks I recognize, first off Ben Andrews in which I plop myself by and realize I make myself look like an ass in front of and friends- John from my part of town (a friend off of a4a) stopped by and I drop by and say hi to him, something I later feel was a mistake. Before I recognized folks, Aaron pointed out this really muscular older dude on the floor dancing, really nice bod and somewhat young face. We walk over to him and dance with him, me in the middle. Well booty shaking and hip grinding leads to lip-locking - not by me but by muscle dude and Aaron. Of course I'm jealous and so I turn a blind eye. I then switch places with Aaron and me and muscle dude sandwich Aaron in and I share a kiss over Aaron's shoulder - sort of my own personal revenge.
To the point - this occurs with John as well, Aaron sandwiched in the middle. Only my bringing up John's occupation and having them close together makes is soooo much more worse. John easily massages Aaron into his arms, chats and dances his way further in (in which my attempt makes an ass of me that I hope no one noticed), and locks lips with him into bliss. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. *cue scene of cupid's nasty twin happening upon a dark room, lonely spotlight on a dismayed Fernando, heart slowly shrinking above his head, cu-bitch furthering the damage with his hammer, shattered glass*
John even managed to get his hands down Aaron's pants.
I'm upset, ugh - well this continues for the remainder of the evening until Aaron collects his ditsy friend and heads home, numbers (John and mine) are handed over to Aaron, I bet Aaron has already contacted John. Storm stumbles out alive from the dark room with a NEW buddy, Brice (or Bryce?) and then promptly returns for another round. This time I head in with John and his friend to see Big B (as I now will call Brice/Bryce) eating out Storm's ass. Um, WOW! lol - actually, me and John weren't sure so it might or might have not been Big B, lawls!
The night ends after the place begins to die down a bit, with me, John, Storm, Big B, and John's friend Tom heading for the subway. At the subway, Storm tells me he'll catch the PATH from 23rd and 6th instead and walks away with Big B, I of course am SUPER NOSEY and have since poked into what may have happened after those two left my eyesight, I hope Storm's okay however. Me and John took the L after dropping Tom off on the A line. Train ride home we chat a bit and I finally get home at 7. Ugh. Welcome 2009.
Well we fucked twice, raw, only to have him contact me less than three days later to tell me he believes he caught either Gonorrhea or Chlamydia from me - uh, NO. As dangerous as I play, I have yet to catch any sorta diseases and my ass is clean, literally. Well I had suddenly come down with a superb case of excess mucous and a super sore throat - aside from the fact he throat-fucked me and I thought my throat might just be hurt from that. Well that in addition to my asshole being in pain as if it were torn (which is also a case as he fucked me for nearly an hour sans any lube), him txting me that he may have caught something from me suddenly infuriated me - how the fuck does he come off saying that, I told him of my lack of sex at the time (true) and that even then I play safe. I countered his argument with the fact that he's been messing around as well and he tells me he's only played raw with me, um, and your boyfriend? Mentioning that he then admits that yes his boyfriend was cheating and that he may have brought it to our game (no shit?) and that he's sorry.
So I immediately bring up going for testing next day and that I want him with me, he agrees, we go to Chelsea STD Health Center and wait for nearly 3 hours before finally being seen (I had to play coy white boy and ask to be moved up frequently as I had a plane to catch and I only wanted samples and not blood to be drawn). Once I finally see the doc, she tells me (after attacking my throat and asshole with a Q-tip from Fort Troff) it seems I just have a cold (which I kinda thought) but I brought up the fact that my asshole's also suffering so she said to make sure to come back immediately when my results arrive to be treated (with my fav azithromycin!)
From now on I'm skipping CHC for testing as that place sucks major take-forever dick and using the place the guy told me of on 8th n 16th which sees you in less than an hour and change sans the triage registration process.
Ugh. Left 2008 with an STD (HOPEFULLY NOT!)
=====================================================
WELCOME 2009!!!!!!!
So fuck the fact that I'm sick out the ass (literally) - oh! and btw! I don't have the 'drip' the dude has (EWWW!) nor am I peeling skin anywhere or procuring massive amounts of dick cheese like he is. Hrm. Oh wells.
So back to fucking the fact - Storm calls me outta the blue (I recently contacted him to catch up on old times and to possibly get at hooking up with him and have him fuck me silly, since Geo fell through) and asks about hooking up and partying for New Years as his plans with the guy he's seeing (I kinda refuse to call his partner his boyfriend as they aren't steady like that from what he's told me) kinda fell through and that his roommate was offering to take him out to Pacha at the VIP $125 price though it woulda been a clothes-on party with chicks, eww, especially not fun after the fact I brought up the party I'm heading to to be clothing optional - BA-CHING! He loved the idea and that it was only $20 and near PATH and that he would know someone he's cool with to go with (me).
Well after setting up house for the folks here at home for their 'party', I had to fly out the house to run to the city to get to Masked Ball before 12. Got there at 11:59!!!! Though I didn't get to see the 'ball drop', did get to kiss the new year with Storm and enjoy the party - enjoy 'til damn near 6. Me and Storm attacked the scene immediately; we shuffled up to the dancers, touched ass and cock (OMFG, WHITE BOYS ARE SOFT LIKE COTTON CANDY AND JUST AS TASTY!!!), shuffled to the main floor, squeezed on everyone like crazy, and shuffled to the back, the dark room, and fucked heads like crazy - both got our dick sucked by nearly 10 guys. He reminded me, "don't suck any dick" and I didn't, except this one guy who looked entirely clean AND had an AMAZ-O prince albert ever! He was the second guy I saw with one but the first who had a really thick gauge. Didn't really suck him off however as I was refraining from spreading anything if I have anything.
When I attempted my initial escape to go see what was up on the dance floor, I saw this SUPER cute, somewhat scared and confused guy swamped in the middle of the dark room. I tried to get at him at first but there was no where for me to get through as five different guys were trying to suck me off and finger my hole, ugh, he got away.
The night went on with dancing, head-fucking, my pants and tights totally off and me walking amongst everyone sans anything on my bottom half - cock all out, ass all out, and everyone having a glimpse or feel. After a while of being alone, I dived back in to check on Storm only to see his thick cock being serviced over by someone he didn't care for and was up and about to leave when his eye caught sight of this super beauty, his type of guy, thug looking, a tape-up hair cut, clean cut beard - that thin-line style many white puerto rican well-dressed thugs sport, yet still white. Well he knocked the guy who he was sucking off and pushed his dick in this guy's face, me watching in awe at the brilliance of the scene. White PR bottom took sight of Storm's meat and immediately took grasp and sucked away - I motioned to Storm to properly introduce him to his cock and motioned for him to have the guy gag on his cock and face fuck him (more so for my bemusement) and that's exactly what he did - face-fucked him, forced deep throat, fingers down his throat, tears were shed, and balls were licked. The guy immediately fell in love with Storm - who wouldn't? I did as well, and that was the beginning of a pain that continued for a major part of the night. The guy kept shoving other cock suckers off Storm's dick, kept having at Storm even when Storm was done with him, tried to eat Storm's ass (something he's not into unless he gives express permission) and went so far so as to even fight with Storm for not giving himself up to him. Umm... the fuck dude, you're just a chicken-head, back off and calm down! Well Storm gave in to feeding his cock some more to this guy and then forced him off to relax a bit with me - only to then follow us out (to which I had to play bodyguard and separate him from Storm with me in between) and onto the dance floor. Storm sighed and I let the dude get at Storm while I fetched towels for Storm to wipe his head with. Storm set the guy straight and told him what's up. I see pr white dude saunter off and throw puppy-dog eyes back as he walked away, tail between his legs, awww... Well me and Storm idolize the dancers again, dance a bit, then headed back into the dark end. It was going in the second time that I noticed cutie patootie again. Again he seemed disturbed but not lost or confused rather stuck. I was determined to not let him get away this time and so I told Storm I'll be away for a moment and he tells me he'll stay there. Cool - I go over to cutie and asks if he's trying to head out, Yes he is. Cool. I help him out and in doing so he thanks me and quickly consumes my image before making the determination that I'm an okay dude (YAY!!!) and begins talking to me.
Hey, how are you, okay? Yea, I'm fine. What were you doing back there? Trying to get at my friend. Sure you were doing that and not trying to get a little action? Do I look like the type? My clothes are still on! Oh, okay *smile from me* Well what's your name? Aaron, yours? Fernando. Nice, you're cute Fernando. Thanks! You really, really cute yourself! Thanks.
Conversation of this sort continues on for a while, we walk over to the bar so he can grab a bottle of water - he's tipsy and I ask if he's had a few to drink, yes, which he asked if it were obvious or not. Of course I said but wanted to make sure it was only that. Only that. We chatted a bit about this and that and our ages came up. I asked how old he was and told me to guess - "no more than 24", he giggled and said, "Yea, I'm 24 *which a bit of satire*" which totally bounced off me and only made me like him a lot. He asked me and I told him to guess, "24", "nope, try lower", "oh really?", "yea, try 20", "oh! *giggle*". At the bar, I asked what he did for a living, "occupational therapy", this raised 2 questions - was it like psychiatry? And what 24 year old gets into occupational therapy? No it isn't like psychiatry, it's a physical therapy, as in sports injuries and the like. That and how old are you again? 37, OOOH! Did I mention I might love you more now?
So Aaron's 37, an occupational therapist, AN AEROBICS AND PILATES INSTRUCTOR!! White!! Lives in Jersey City!! and has a DEE-LEESH BOD! Unfortunately, he's a bottom and I'm basically a bottom (poo, FUCK YOU GOD!) but I wouldn't mind being top for him. It sort've feels like the chance at a correction I could make had it been mean and Ciro. Oh well, moving along:
Well Storm's in the dark room and I'm out on the floor with Aaron when I noticed folks I recognize, first off Ben Andrews in which I plop myself by and realize I make myself look like an ass in front of and friends- John from my part of town (a friend off of a4a) stopped by and I drop by and say hi to him, something I later feel was a mistake. Before I recognized folks, Aaron pointed out this really muscular older dude on the floor dancing, really nice bod and somewhat young face. We walk over to him and dance with him, me in the middle. Well booty shaking and hip grinding leads to lip-locking - not by me but by muscle dude and Aaron. Of course I'm jealous and so I turn a blind eye. I then switch places with Aaron and me and muscle dude sandwich Aaron in and I share a kiss over Aaron's shoulder - sort of my own personal revenge.
To the point - this occurs with John as well, Aaron sandwiched in the middle. Only my bringing up John's occupation and having them close together makes is soooo much more worse. John easily massages Aaron into his arms, chats and dances his way further in (in which my attempt makes an ass of me that I hope no one noticed), and locks lips with him into bliss. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. *cue scene of cupid's nasty twin happening upon a dark room, lonely spotlight on a dismayed Fernando, heart slowly shrinking above his head, cu-bitch furthering the damage with his hammer, shattered glass*
John even managed to get his hands down Aaron's pants.
I'm upset, ugh - well this continues for the remainder of the evening until Aaron collects his ditsy friend and heads home, numbers (John and mine) are handed over to Aaron, I bet Aaron has already contacted John. Storm stumbles out alive from the dark room with a NEW buddy, Brice (or Bryce?) and then promptly returns for another round. This time I head in with John and his friend to see Big B (as I now will call Brice/Bryce) eating out Storm's ass. Um, WOW! lol - actually, me and John weren't sure so it might or might have not been Big B, lawls!
The night ends after the place begins to die down a bit, with me, John, Storm, Big B, and John's friend Tom heading for the subway. At the subway, Storm tells me he'll catch the PATH from 23rd and 6th instead and walks away with Big B, I of course am SUPER NOSEY and have since poked into what may have happened after those two left my eyesight, I hope Storm's okay however. Me and John took the L after dropping Tom off on the A line. Train ride home we chat a bit and I finally get home at 7. Ugh. Welcome 2009.
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