Last night – well strictly speaking two nights ago actually since I’m writing this at one in the morning – I went out on an ill-advised pub crawl (I stayed sober though!) ending in the most popular gay club in the city and, as so often happens, I ended up going home with someone. (He wasn’t a complete stranger – I’d met him once before and he’s poked me on Facebook a few times, and we all know what that means.)
We went back to his, since that’s my preferred option for one-night stands (I don’t do cuddles or sleeping over after casual sex and prefer just to get up and leave fairly soon afterwards unless there’s a romantic interest, which there seldom is. It’s much easier to get up and go if you’re in someone else’s house rather than trying to kick someone out who is determined to spoon you) and on the way I couldn’t help but thinking, I really hope he’s wise enough to have condoms at home. It brought to mind something I read a few years ago about whose “responsibility” it is to have the safe sex stuff around. Of course, it’s really both/all parties responsibility to make sure that sex is practised safely, what the painfully heteronormative article (aimed at women) implied was that a guy should carry condoms on him at all times and if you don’t have condoms and can’t have sex with him then it’s obviously his fault. Which I think is complete bullshit – general rule of thumb for me is that if you’re at their place, they should have this stuff and if you’re at yours, you should have it. If you don’t have condoms/lube/dental dams/rubber gloves/whatever else you need, don’t do something you’re meant to do with these things on. It’s really very simple.
The sex, though, was actually quite good! He was younger than me by a couple of years and relatively inexperienced (though notably more experienced than I was at that age. How times have changed) but he knew fairly well what he was doing. He insisted quite strongly that he was a bottom which was really refreshing, I’ve not had a passive partner since about October and as I mentioned before I’m not the biggest fan of being a bottom myself, so going on top made a really fun change. He couldn’t even cum without me fingering him after I was done. It didn’t last very long, an hour-ish at most, but we both got what we wanted out of it. I left shortly after four (we’d left the club at two) and luckily he only lives a few streets away from me. He gave me his phone number so it might turn into a more regular thing, which would be great when it’s deadline time in a couple of months and I don’t have time to go out and find new people. Practical!