Speed Bumps

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Sex and drugs

A funny thing happened when I went to the baths Sunday night.

I'd just come from Folsom Fair North, where I couldn't help but notice how the dance floor was basically a bear circuit party. Anyway, I left there horny, so I stopped off at the Cellar. (After a bit of a drought for the past while, I'd had a great time there a few nights before.)

While I was there, I spotted a sexy guy with his beefy ass arched outward, on display through the doorway of his room. So I went and took it. That was a bit out of the ordinary for me, I usually wait for boys to come to me; that way I know for sure that they want it. But I was feeling pretty aggressive.

He asked me to start slow, but before long we were going at it pretty hard. It felt great, and I had no problem staying hard with the condom on, a relief 'cause sometimes I'll run into that issue in random scenarios like that. I fucked him a few different ways before I pulling out to ride his face for a while. Then he asked me to spray my load onto his butt.

As I was getting close, he reached over discreetly and then smoked some crack out of a tiny crackpipe that I hadn't previously noticed was there. I almost didn't even realize it—because I was busy getting ready to pump off—but I know what crack smells like, and I recognized its scent.

At any rate, next thing I know I'm shooting onto the guy's mouth and face, and that wraps things up. He thanks me, I thank him and I head out the door. It's not till I get back to my locker that I realize that I feel totally high because of the ambient crack smoke I'd inhaled in his room. And I felt high on crack for the rest of the walk home. It wasn't the same sort of crack I'd wanted a piece of when I entered the room!

The experience was very weird, and it relates to issues that had already been on my mind of late. I recently had a talk with a potential play partner about my past with crystal and how that influences my experiences today. This guy uses crystal on rare occasions, and I wanted him to know my history, because it's really important to me that I don't come into contact with the drug in any way. I don't want to accidentally be exposed to it in anyone's saliva or cum or piss or anything else. Basically, I wanted to know for sure that he would never be on crystal when we played. I got a really supportive reply from him, and I feel that I can trust him.

But the scenario the other night reminded me that this guy at the baths could just as easily picked up a meth pipe rather than a crackpipe. In that case, I think I would have felt a lot more uncomfortable, because I've put a lot of effort into staying away from crystal, and I don't want to end up screwing that up by being exposed to it in a circumstance where it's not wholly my own choice.

I don't have anything against the guy I met on Sunday night. But the whole situation has given me much to think about. I thought I was pretty well versed in issues related to sex and drugs. But I'm learning more and more that the topic is far from simple.

-ACT Volunteer