2001-09-01 - 11:23 a.m.

Slutboy and I hit the Quarter last night. Some interesting sights, let me tell you. At one club a beautifully buff boy sat on a corner of the crowded bar, naked, wackin’ on a very impressive penis with one hand, holding his open wallet in the other. Men would stop, assist him with his hard-on for a minute or two, stuffing a few dollars in his wallet as they left. Nice way to make a buck, eh? Another dude, dancing on the bar, had about the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Slutboy tried to convince me I’m “comparable”; no no, I’m big but he was a fucking mule. I lost count of how many mouths went down on his joy stick.

Bar to bar to bar to bar, sticky, sweaty night in Nawlins, not all the stick and sweat caused by the summer heat. We finally made our way to a more sedate nightspot, played poker, pinball, pool, drank plenty o’ pints before heading back to SB’s. After hours of watching naked boys dance and more on bars how could we not have fallen right into his bed and fucked our brains out? As is usually the case, he had a tremendous orgasm. As is usually the case, I had tremendous fun but didn’t let myself come. Afterwards, he drifted off to sleep, I drifted off home.

This morning, having coffee, checking emails, some web surfing, I noticed there are 4 more posts in that site I mentioned yesterday, no one responding to what I had to say, just more of the same “give me your poison juice” shit.

And I realized how fucking naïve I am. Did I really expect that something I said would change anyone’s attitude or alter their actions? Ya, silly me, I guess I did, or hoped, anyway.

It’s a sick twisted world we live in and most of us are on our way to hell. So why the fuck am I denying myself the fun that everyone else seems to be having? I’m as bad as the Christians on Bourbon street with the electronic crucifix pleading with sinners to repent.
No more.

You want it, you sick fucks? Come and get it. I’ll pound your ass till you bleed and then you can go on your way to infect the world. I’ll see you in hell.

‘POZ' will say no more.

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