For those of you who don't know, poppers are any one of a number alkyl nitrates inhaled during sex. They give you a quick rush to the head, relax your muscles, and fill you with warm sensations.
Also for those of you who don't know, protection refers to condoms. This is a sex blog, that one should have been obvious.
Yesterday afternoon, I met a guy who, for the purposes of this blog, we'll call Nate. He was 5'7 or so, and the perfect definition of twink. Boyish, blond hair, tanned (which considering the fact that we're in the icy north, that's an accomplishment), and stunning blue eyes. I went with my patent pending pick up line "Holy fuck, you're cute. Climb into my bed now."
Because he was a gay guy and, say, not a straight girl, that worked perfectly. Rather than calling the police on me and having me arrested for sexual harassment, he said "I've got class, but I want to soon." We exchanged numbers and he agreed to come over to my dorm after rugby practice.
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