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My body count is in the hundreds.

I’m not saying that to brag.

Because a huge majority of those

Are pretty forgettable.

But I’d like to share some of my most memorable experiences with you tonight.

So strap in 🙂

Or strap-on.

No judgments here.

July 2021

Midnight.

You messaged me on grindr and there was clearly a mutual attraction.

So you decided to come to my place.

The plan was just to talk over a few smokes.

As we started walking inside from the parking lot towards my apartment, you led, even though you didn’t know where exactly you were going.

And I’m glad you did, because

I couldn’t take my eyes off you from behind.

Everything from the way you walked

To the natural scent of your body

Titillated my senses.

After we went inside, we sat down to smoke a few bowls.

We talked for a few hours

About your hopes and dreams.

The life you were living

The things that made you feel angry, sad, hopeless, excited.

To the point where you began crying.

You apologized, and I had to reassure you

That you weren’t doing anything wrong

After talking for a while more.

You asked if you could have a hug.

How could I possibly say no?

We smiled at each other as our eyes locked and our bodies came together. 

The moment we felt each other’s embrace…

The hug tightened

And our breathing intensified

As we started rubbing our faces against each other

Waiting to see who would make the first move with a kiss.

But I separated myself from you slightly, looked you in the eye,

and said

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to kiss you tonight”

You said

“Me too.”

“So can I?”

You looked at me with that gorgeous smile and said

“Yes, please”

That moment, I experienced the most passionate kiss

Of my entire life to date.

Just one of several to come that year.

I grabbed your hand

and led your short, adorable body

Over to my room

Until I laid you on my bed

and the lovemaking continued

As we started taking off our clothes,

Both of us could feel the passion

The heat.

The attraction.

The lust.

Then you revealed the Monster you were hiding.

Which was absolutely disproportional to your tiny stature

We couldn’t keep each other's hands.

Or each other's tongues.

Off of each other’s bodies.

The hours drifted away

Along with the heavy breathing

As we explored every inch of each other

WITH every inch of ourselves.

I’m still not sure if it was sweat or spit that covered our bodies.

But god dammit,

You were delicious.

We eventually drifted into sleep

As you laid between my arms perfectly.

Protected and safe.

Until I woke up suddenly

As you panicked…

“FUCK! I’VE GOTTA GET HOME”

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Do y’all want another one?

Early January, 2025

You were both sitting across from me in the adult theater room

holding hands and occasionally exposing parts of your bodies

To make sure I could see them

As I sat just a few feet away from you. 

Enjoying the scene. 

You clearly enjoyed the thrill of being watched. 

Suddenly, you put your clothes back on

And began walking towards me

“Hey. My wife really wants to go down on you.”

“I'd be offended if she didn't.”

I was freeballing loose shorts, 

So it wasn't difficult for her to get

Exactly where she wanted to be

She got on her knees and

As she held it in her hand, 

She looked to you and asked

“Can I have permission, papi?”

You replied

“Of course, baby”

You undid your pants and sat next to me. 

Little did either of you know

This would be my first time

With a Cis woman

We both caressed her head

With one hand

As your other hand began to explore my body

And mine began cupping parts of hers.

This continued for a while until you eventually asked 

“You ready to go down on her?”

“Fuck yes”

I said. 

I let both of you know

That this was going to be my first time. 

“Don't worry.” 

She said

As she got completely undressed

And sat on the sofa 

As I got down on my knees 

Thoughts started racing through my head 

“I wonder if she'll like it”

“I wonder if I'LL like it”

“What if I don't do a good job” 

“Did I just make a pun?”

Before I began my midnight snack, 

You said I should try using my fingers first. 

“Can I let him, papi?”

“Of course, baby”

I learned why so many people call it “Pussy” that night.

I was surprised at how easily

My fingers glided

In and out of her so easily

After a few minutes

You grabbed my head

And pushed it closer to her, saying

“Don't be nervous”

“Can he eat me, papi?”

“Of course, baby”

So I went for it. 

As my tongue began working at what it does best

She began screaming and moaning 

“YOU SAID YOU NEVER DID THIS BEFAHHHHHHH!!!”

She yelled at me, eyes wide open

You asked her what was wrong,

 but her ability reply was replaced

by uncontrollable moaning

You looked at me and said

“Oh shit. When's it my turn?”

But I ignored you

Because I wasn't about to leave a job

Half finished.

I went at it for at least 15 minutes while you kissed her

Until you finally got up and said

“I wanna see you guys 69”

Little did you know,

That's one of my favorite numbers.

I laid on the couch

and she climbed on top of me

I'm still not sure if that was an actual 69,

Since she couldn't stop screaming

Long enough to reciprocate

You stood right next to us for a few minutes, then said

“I can't wait anymore”

You came over towards my face and began to go into her

While I still lied underneath. 

The mix of both your genitals

On my face at the same time

As my tongue eagerly supplied extra lubrication on both of you

was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

I still think a lot about that night...

Something tells me they do too.

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If y’all want another one,

I’ve gotta hear you moan like you mean it!  🙂

October 2008

It was Halloween weekend.

You and I went with a couple more friends

To a local party

Even though we went to the same high school,

It wasn’t until the fall semester of 2008 that you and I met in college.

I didn’t really have any sort of costume to wear

So, you encouraged me to wear a lumberjack looking shirt

That I owned for whatever reason at the time,

With a zipper that only zipped down to my chest

At one point, you suggested that I zip it down,

In an attempt to look sexier for the party.

But that isn’t something I could bring myself to do… 

At the age of 19,

I was still struggling with self-acceptance,

And my confidence was non-existent at best.

Terms like “hook-up”

And “one night stand”

Were completely alien to me

And I’d actually only recently started slowly coming out of my closet

After a couple dozen cups of Jungle Juice

You and I were both pretty-shit faced.

We both sat in the back seat of a friend's car,

on the way back to the dorms.

During the ride,

I eventually laid my head on your chest

As you started holding my hand and

Slowly nuzzling my face

You made me feel wanted…

And I trusted you wholeheartedly/ drunkenly.

Once we all got to the dorms,

You asked me to follow you into the restroom

To help you get your halloween costume off.

In the restroom, you asked me help get your shirt off

We struggled a bit…

So much so that after I pulled the shirt off,

I fell back against the wall

I was laughing hysterically

Until

I saw you coming at me,

But I could tell it wasn’t to help me get balanced.

You slowly pushed me against the wall

And stared into my eyes.

I still couldn’t believe something like this was actually happening.

You'd told me so many stories of all your hookups.

And ended up being my first one.

YOU were experienced. 

And it showed.

Fun fact:

Almost 20 years later. 

Although we live in different cities now, that guy played a humongous part in who I've become as a person.

And he's still one of my best friends to this day.

And

I have been asked to be the best man in his wedding to his partner of over a decade.