Let me set up the situation:
I'm out having a few drinks with friends. The watering hole where we are partaking of these libations is giving away tickets to the current running of The Altar Boyz. I end up winning a pair of these tickets. Immediately, several of the other gayz start asking if I'll take them with me to see the show. (Really? Tickets aren't THAT expensive, just buy one). Several of these individuals know of my current situation with Brit Boy being gone, and me not having had sex since I last saw him in Thailand. Several of these individuals joke that if I take them with me to the show, they'll put out.
After a few times, I finally look at one of my friends and say, "You know, I don't even really care about sex anymore. I don't think I've masturbated in over a week. Put out, don't put out. Fuck me, let me fuck you. Or don't. I really just don't care about it right now." To say that my friend was shocked is the understatement of the month. Me. Mister take care of things four times a day. Me. The guy that has had sex six times in a 24-hour period. Several times, actually. Me. The guy who's laptop hard-drive is over half-full of porn. Yeah, I'm not really feeling the sex thing.
Which I guess is a good thing since I don't really have an outlet for it right now. But it does kinda concern me. Since when did I become an old man?
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