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 A Parable of Safety The Resignation Since I couldn't decide which bar to go to that evening, I just wandered over to the Brewery, where my friend Ed tends bar. I guessed that the safer-sex sex-club was gonna be a bust that night, so I didn't even bother. I was really just going to get as thouroghly intoxicated as I could. The Street Cruise Imagine my surprise when a gorgeous punk (dressed identically to me) walked up the street and said hello. He stopped, I stopped, we slipped into his friend's apartment. Easy as that.  The TattooHe was a very hot man...a tanned thin young thing with a shaved head and a beautiful chest... His cock was long, wide and uncut, and just up to the left of it was a round tattoo, like a silver dollar. I immediately recognised it and thought nothing about it, except, "Oh." Force, Safety, and an Explaination He began sucking my cock and eating me out...he was unfortunately reticent to allow me to do anything to him. I presumed that the meaning of the tattoo had something to do with it. I was on my stomach and felt his dick between the cheeks of my ass...he fingered me with his thumb, and although I was completely hot for him, I was tight. He kept using his fingers to press in, push me looser, but I only become more and more tense. He flipped me over onto my back and kissed me deeply. "I'd love to fuck you," he said, "But I've got HIV, and I don't trust condoms." I couldn't tell if he was waiting for me to give him the go-ahead or just to inform me of his dis-allowed intentions. I told him that it didn't matter if he didn't fuck me, just as long as he kept going. We finished...a very hot scene between us...and I found out he was visiting from Washington DC. I had an ex from DC who was a hustler for a while. I also remember that I forgot to use a condom with him once, several years ago. A sweet goodbye to this man with the tattoo, and I was down the street to the bar. I hope he's doing well. Shots at the Bar So eventually I wandered over to the bar where Ed works. After plenty of drinking and flirting, Ed suggested our traditional shot at the end of the night. I was pretty lit but I said okay anyway. It's hard to say no to Ed.  The Taxi Home...?So Ed called me a cab...I plunked down in the back seat of a Luxury (I told him not to call Veteran's if a life depended on it) and was soon in for the worst taxi ride of my life. The very reasons I refuse to ride in Veteran's - driving too fast, swerving, cursing at other drivers - were the hallmarks of this Hack's skills. It was so bad I felt like I couldn't trust the seatbelts. I told him to drop me off at the coffeeshop twenty blocks from my house. I still tipped him. The Blown Kiss I sat at the only empty table in the place, right behind a bunch of high-school aged people in semi-formal attire. Things were noisy, but familiar. The waitress ignored me to fill their orders. (She eventually served me, and I eventually tipped her.) So the young adults were well behaved, mostly, until something strange happened. Some man walking down the street with a middle-aged woman and an older man tapped on the glass by one of their tables. We all turned to look. He blew a kiss at the young man behind me and walked off, giggling slightly to his companions. The reaction was immediate. "That faggot blew a kiss at me!" "Let's find him!" I presume the intention was not to blow kisses back at him. The entire bunch left me and my sandwich in peace very soon after that. I do have to wonder where they went. The Walk Home So I had to walk home from there. I started down the street, trying to keep one eye on the bus stops, and one eye out for people looking to "blow kisses" at some drunk faggot walking home from the coffeeshop. I saw someone run quickly from a side street, and when I passed it I saw the door to a van that had been pryed open and left ajar. I stopped to tie my shoes, hoping whoever it was was gone and that no one was watching, wondering if I was involved. Thankfully, the bus came then, and even stopped for me. So...What is safety, anyway? |
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