showered up, laughed some more, and talked in the hot tub.
That’s the thing about these places, I find them hilarious. Yeah it’s fun to get my horn on but at the same time, it’s a great way to meet people and to laugh at the inherently hilarious situation you are facing. I mean come on, a bunch of men are walking around a place in a towel, looking so serious, saying “Hey” at the most, and then walking in silence to another room where no talking is done at all (moaning and dirty talk is not a conversation).īut seriously, if you actually talk to one another, you meet some amazing people. I’ve met some amazing tour guides in Australia, made a couple of friends across the US who I am still in contact with, met a lovely artist in London and discussed HIV and art amongst other things, met an amazing flight attendant who hopefully one day will upgrade me to first class from Copenhagen. SHY TWINK GETTING FIRST TIME GAY BLOWJOB UPGRADE Like seriously, I’ve met some fun guys, all in a dirty grimy yucky bathhouse, and all with a good laugh.
Now a lot of my friends have judged me in the past for going to such places. One of my friends even called me disgusting and said he didn’t believe I would stoop to such a level of desperation.
