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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GuD

Hold up, rewind a minute.

You had sex with another man?

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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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The Batlord

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

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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
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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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GuD

It's a party, people hook up at parties. Big whoop. That bish is a bish. The bolded part... I know the feelin. Waking up not knowing where the **** your shoes are and looking for them for a half hour is a strange and unsettling experience.

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

Well, in her defense, it wasn't like a party party, more like a group of friends and acquaintances getting together to getting socially wasted. There was no one else hooking up, we just sort of started making out in the middle of the group for no apparent reason (I'm pretty sure it involved us having a mock screaming match that ended with him aggressively yelling "HEY, WANNA MAKE OUT?!" and me responding "SURE!") before moving to the other side of the garage and they were all just kind of stunned. In all honesty it was kind of like one big, epic party foul on our part.

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GuD

Still, yer keys and wallet and shoes? kinda important stuff right there. she could've mailed it to you.

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

Then there was the part where me and my friend who I'd driven there with (not the gay dude) were too drunk to drive, so we took a nap in his car on the side of the road by her house, and we forgot to close the gate to her yard, so her two dogs went running out into the street. Luckily it was a quiet residential area with little through traffic. We got them back and put them back in the yard, and thought that the gate was closed, but then they got out again, and we were too drunk to figure out what was going on, so we called the girl, who then had to wake up and come close the gate on the OTHER side of the house that we had forgot even existed. I imagine she was kind of fed up with us (especially me) by that point.

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