Palm Springs, PrEP and a week of plowed asses

This article by Kevin Moroso was originally published in Xtra Magazine as part of the Filling Station column.

I finally got my Truvada on Valentine’s Day. How appropriate that I got a drug that helps break down that horrible serostatus divide between gay men on the day to celebrate love.

And it was just in time.

I’d just been chatting with this guy Harry, a friend of a friend, and we both wanted to go to Palm Springs in early March. We met for dinner and got along fabulously. We had a lot of intellectual interests in common. More importantly, we both wanted to be little sex piggies.

So we decided to travel together and share a room at one of those naughty resorts I’d only ever heard about or seen in some porn flicks.

I just wanted to fuck with abandon and give in completely to every desire.

We arrived at our resort in Palm Springs and it was even better than I’d imagined. There were five small one-story buildings with nearly every room facing a swimming pool. The rooms were quite nice — big, bright, comfy. Guys of all types were lounging around the resort naked, some tanning, some cruising, some splashing in the pool. I’m amazed I didn’t maintain an erection 24/7.

We got to chatting with some of the guests. It was actually quite a great crowd — really friendly, really sociable, quite intelligent.

The next morning, Harry and I were sitting by the pool and in came this very attractive, all-American boy with a suitcase. He sat down on a lounge chair a few feet away and took out his phone.

I tried to get his attention by looking over at him but his head was buried in his phone. So I took out my phone to kill some time, which of course meant opening hookup apps.

First tile on the grid next to me — James, the handsome boy with the suitcase.

I put my phone away, looked over at him and said, “Hi James.” He looked up and laughed.

We got to talking. He was from the south and would be in Palm Springs for a week — overlapping perfectly with my trip. Crystal blue eyes, solid physique, such a handsome smile.

Harry was taking a day trip to Joshua Tree without me that day, so James and I made plans for lunch. He had rented a red convertible and we cruised down the highway and grabbed some Mexican food.

Bad news, though: James was a top, just like me. He was also on Truvada. I tried to be coy with my next suggestion, but how can you be coy about this? Would he be down for finding a bottom together that we could tag team? Indeed, yes he was.

We got back to the hotel, went on our apps, and found one in just minutes. A twinkie Latino guy who lived just down the road. He came over and I brought him and James to my room. We spit-roasted that boy, switching back and forth between his ass and his mouth. I have to admit, I barely paid any attention to him. My eyes were solely focused on James. He looked both adorable and rugged as he plowed the boy raw. What I wouldn’t have done to be a bottom at that moment.

James and I spent much of our trip together. We’d go out for dinner, cuddle each night and fall asleep together in his room. I could listen to his southern drawl all night, like it was music putting me to sleep. It was like I had a boyfriend for a week, not that I do “boyfriends.”

On the Saturday night, James had gone off to fuck some daddy in his room. So I wandered around to see what ass I could get. Through the darkness, I saw a small group in one of the hot tubs, so I walked over to check them out.

Two young guys from Riverside that I had met earlier that week were sitting at the edge of the hot tub with their legs up in the air, while two guys from Phoenix stood in the hot tub, trying to shove their raw cocks into the Riverside guys’ holes.

I watched in amusement as the two younger guys went “ow, ow.” For god’s sake, water is not an effective lube! I laughed at them and said that’s not going to work. I told them I had plenty of lube back in my room and invited them to join me there. There wasn’t even a hint of reluctance among them — they got up and promptly followed me.

When I unlocked the door to my room, I found Harry lying on his bed, looking at his phone.

“So Harry, I have a few guys here. Mind if we play on my bed? You’re welcome to join us, of course.” Harry’s eyes lit up as if his mum had just told him he’s going to Disneyland.

We got the Riverside guys onto the edge of the bed, lubed up our cocks, and the four of us — me, Harry, and the two Phoenix guys — started taking turns plowing each of their asses.

I pulled out of one of them to let someone else have a turn. That’s when I noticed there was someone standing at our room door. I’d forgotten to close the door properly and it must have cracked open. God, he was cute: early 20s, smooth, muscles. I waved him in. He dropped his towel and went for the next free ass.

When yet another guy walked in, I invited him to join us too, but asked him to close the door firmly behind him. He, too, dropped his towel and moved in on the next free ass.

Now there were six of us going back and forth, taking turns on the two Riverside guys. I’d already loaded up one of them. Now I was determined to seed the other guy too.

When the group finally broke up about an hour and a half later — our cocks worn and feeble and Harry slightly upset that his sheets were now wet and sticky — I couldn’t have been happier. I had just fulfilled my biggest fantasy.

When I watch porn, it’s usually a bareback orgy, especially gangbangs. I’d never had such a thing in real life. In fact, I didn’t think such things actually happened unless you’re a hunky jock, a model or a porn star. My grin was making my jaw sore. This was exactly why I’d come to Palm Springs.

I went back to James’ room, told him all about the debauchery, and fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning, my alarm went off at 8am. I had set it because I needed to do two things. First, a group of my new friends with had given me their towels to reserve lounge chairs before the day got insanely busy with a barbecue and go-go boys next to the main pool.

Second, it was time for my daily dose of Truvada.

I was tired and a little hungover. I grabbed the towels and covered a group of lounge chairs with them. All I wanted to do was go back to bed with James. My pills were on the other side of the resort and I toyed with the idea of just going back to bed and taking my Truvada a few hours late. What difference would it make?

No! Get your pill now, Kevin, I told myself. You are taking Truvada so you can have nights like last night: fucking with abandon, sticking your dick into any cute butt you see, and not worrying about that pesky serostatus conversation.

You can damn well haul your ass back to your room, take that pill, prove Michael Weinstein wrong and be a responsible slut, I lectured myself.

Responsible Kevin won the argument. I went back to my room, swallowed my pill, then went back to James’ room and slept in.

The remaining days were much the same. Threesomes with James, tag-teams with Harry. Nice dinners in town. Lounging in the sun . . .

I’d broken my bareback orgy cherry. And was now determined to seize every opportunity to break it again and again.

A few months later I received an unexpected invitation. I was invited to a sex party. And there would be girls.