At the end of the "game," it was Red over Blue. Each time you blew a load you had the bartender mark down a "run" on the scoreboard for your team. Then we were turned loose in a huge jerk-off session. Everyone at the party was assigned to a "baseball team" and given an identifying arm band (I was blue, he was red). My partner and I met 10 years ago at a baseball-themed jerk-off party. It was Ann's series of "we met cute" columns that inspired my series of "we met sleazy" columns. But before we begin, I would like to thank my friend, colleague, and former college roommate, Ann Landers. This week we hear from gay men who met their true loves in bathhouses, in porn store video booths, at jerk-off parties, and in toilets at late, great Penn Station. ![]() Welcome to the fourth and final part of Savage Love's very special How Sleaze Is Lived in America series: Sleazy Anonymous Gay Meetings.
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