Closure

"Don't be afraid to ask me anything" David emails me back. "No I never got married. My childhood and family was rather dysfunctional. It left a nasty taste in my mouth. That and other reasons left me with a bitter taste for marriage. How about you?"

"Well, being from a dysfunctional family doesn't determine how good a father or husband you'll be." I tell him. "Me? I'm married..20 years. Two kids."

I didn't ask him if he was gay, bi or whatever. I don't think after almost 30 years that it was my right to infringe on his personal life like that - even though he opened the door by saying "that and other reasons" line.  After all..this wasn't about sex...it was about apologizing, about saying sorry...it was about closure.

I start another email to him:

"Anyway...I don't want to keep you. Like I said I've always wondered what became of you - and I think I owe you somewhat of an apology - I missed work that last night but it really wasn't intentional - I believe I was seriously wasted that day and honestly really forgot that I had to work.

"Maybe all this sounds stupid - maybe you never gave it a second thought.  But over the years I thought about how nice a gesture that night was - or would have been and how callous or uncaring I may have seemed. But I was a young, scared (wasted) kid.

Anyway, if you're by me, I think I owe you a slice. ;) "

His response:

"First of all, it's great to hear from you. I too often wondered what happened to you. Second, you don't owe me an apology.  We were both young, trying to figure out which end was up. I don't hold grudges. I hope we continue to keep in touch and will take you up on that slice if I make it by your way."

So, there it is. A conclusion. Maybe something that will clear my head from 30 years ago. David was totally mature about it..and understandably so, after all these years. Maybe it didn't mean that much to him that I blew him off..but I think, back then, it probably did. I know I felt bad..and now that bad feeling is gone.

At least this one small thing in my life..I can absolve.
Closure.

Touchdown!

My search for David wasn't a stalking. I had no sexual ideas about meeting him or talking to him again. Frankly, David, at this point in time, probably wouldn't be my type. He'd be close to his 50's by now..and who knows how time would have treated him.

I sent David a message..a message I had sent to probably one or two other "David's" before.

"Hey. Are you the David that went to XXX University? The guy that worked at XXX?" I wrote.
Shortly thereafter a response:

"Yes, that's me! How are you!" he responded.

Jeez..I found him. My first man on man sexual experience. Where do I go from here?

"I'm great!" I tell him. I see you've made your way to the West Coast. How have you been?"
"Things are great here." he says.

Then, he gives me his personal email address where we continue our conversation. He tells me about his work, how he's moved around quite a bit. Worked for some very prestigious companies..and has done some great traveling around the world.  Sounds impressive.

I tell him about my job. About my career changes and struggles. But, in the three or four emails..nothing personal..nothing sexual..not anything that would answer my questions about David. Then I open the door:

"Don't know if I should ask..but I will: Did you ever marry? Any kids?"

Monday: more..

Is Anybody Out There?

Yes, I have thought about David often - not in a sexual way, but in a regretful way. Regretting how things ended. Looking back, now, given my maturity, my knowledge, my myriad of sexual experiences, I understand that David probably felt differently about our times together than I did.

At the time I was a college freshman. Immature, inexperienced.  This guy had gotten naked in front of me...and I in front of him. We had touched each other..jerked each other off, I felt another man's cock..and I liked it. He put his lips on my cock, blew me..I came in his mouth. Yet, I went back to my dorm room and acted the totally straight part. I pursued and dated girls. It was all a little confusing.

I often looked up David on the web. Googled his name. Looked for him in campus directories. Websites, Facebook. Never have I been able to find any inkling of what happened to him. I had questions, I wanted to know. More importantly, I wanted to apologize.

Then, after numerous times of checking, I found someone who lived on the West coast. About the right age, went to the same school..but the picture didn't look like the tall blond buff guy I had known. I mean, it was the same name..but it wouldn't be the first time that I had been mistaken. Could this be him? I friend him..and wait.

About a month later, I get a message that I've been added to David's contacts. The door is open..is this the same David I had known?

Hump Day

 

 

Tittie Tuesday: AWOL

 

Ok. Everyone's entitled to a day off..and it looks like my girl Tuesday has taken Christmas off...but she will be back next week..until then..have a merry, happy whatever you happen to celebrate.

 

Repost: My First Real Time

There's a reason why I'm re-posting this original story. It was one of the first pieces I wrote here on Bi Like Me. It has a lot of significance today..and on Wednesday, and thereafter...you'll see why.

My first time with a man, as a horny college student happened in my Freshman year. I was working in the school store and was there a few times a week. My supervisor was a Senior, tall, blond, very built and very cute. David used to visit me often..checking up on my work. Soon, I realized his visits weren't purely business-like.

David began the curious courtship by making comments about cock size, about sex, about girls...He soon moved onto replying to my retorts of "blow me" or "fuck you" with "YES" or "right now?" or "ok". It got to the point of him daring me to take out my cock..and following up on my comment of "blow me". I obviously said these things after a while, knowing we were leading to a hot place.

Eventually, we would lock the door behind us in the office and drop our pants and jerk off together. He would often blow me. For a first time experience it was pretty hot. It also made me nervous as shit that someone would find out, walk in on us or something. We continued this for a few months. Mostly him servicing me, jo or sucking me. There was never any anal stuff going on and I to that point, never gave a guy oral. That didn't happen for a long time after. We'll eventually get into that story.

I remember the last time I had any interaction with David. It was the end of the year. I was at a party, got totally shit-faced. I also totally forgot I had work that day. Eventually, I got a call from David. "Where are you? Don't you know you have to work today?" I was so buzzed that I agreed to come down to work to see him. I was also so freaked out that I made a friend of mine come with me. Unfortunately, this story doesn't end in a three-some of hot, sweaty, college bodies.

When I got to the building where I worked, David was visibly upset. I left my buddy downstairs as he summoned me to his office. Apparently, David had planned an extravagant send off for our last time together. He ordered pizza (ok not so extravagant, but we were college students), beer, etc. I look back now, and realize he had feelings for me beyond pure sex. He planned an intimate dinner for me, and here I was unappreciative. I was just nervous that he'd blow my cover. I left there with him upset..and me insisting I had to go. It was a bad way to leave someone who cared about you. But it was not in my abilities, relationship wise, to appreciate what was going on. I left, and never heard from him again.

I wonder what happened to "Dave". I feel bad that I treated him that way. But, I was a nervous closeted college student. Too immature to understand my feelings. All I can say is sorry Dave and thank you.

You're my thrill (English Subs)

Simply The Best

I'm no elitist. I don't look down on other guys -necessarily. But, when put in the situation where I'm cruising for someone - in person - at a club, sauna, etc. I don't settle. I look for the best.

You know, at the gym or this sauna I go to which is very cruisey, I look around and find a few guys with potential. Then I go for the hottest. Hottest body, nicest face..the whole package. I mean..maybe I'm no Adonis..but, I rarely strike out.

One time I returned to one of the newer saunas in the area. Last time I went there I was bitterly disappointed. It was pretty sleazy. Guys were making out all over, even grinding each other, touching naked. You'd walk into a steam room and guys would be blowing each other, or in the jacuzzi, guys would be on top of one another. I left that day...thinking I'd never return.

But, I did. Yesterday, I went back for one of their Beach days. I walked in and found the usual: older and some very fat guys walking around. There were a few skinny guys (more my liking) and one or two nice looking guys and one guy in particular that was very hot. He was Asian, small, but incredibly built, masculine looking with bleach blond hair. His body...was..to die for! My sites were set on him.

I sat in a sauna, and he soon arrived. He sat close by and we were alone. Soon, his leg brushed mine and I placed my foot on his. We looked at each other and smiled and I made some small talk as I bushed his incredible chest and rubbed his pert nipples. He started rubbing me from on top of my towel when someone else walked in.  Not being someone who enjoys company, I soon after left that sauna.

I hit the small jacuzzi. Another guy joined me, but I wasn't interested. Soon Asian Boy walks in and sits opposite me. Again, his leg brushing mine. Then he rolls over and stretches his arms showing me (and the other guy) his muscled back with a big tattoo and his tiny smooth ass. The other guy was almost dribbling with froth. My legs brushed discretely his ass under the water and made their way to his ball sack. The other guy moved closer to Asian Boy. Again, not being much of a voyeur, I left the jacuzzi thinking the hot Asian would soon follow.

I took a shower, went to another steam room and passed by the jacuzzi only to see Asian Boy playing with the other guy. By playing I mean talking, and eventually, I saw Asian Boy straddling the other guy. No sex..just sitting on him..very close.

Oh well..I guess it wasn't meant to be..so, I hit my sites on #2 hottie in the spa..a skinny young guy who looks pretty nice. We're jerking off in the steam room together, and soon joined by another skinny Latin guy who also seemed cute. He sits next to me and takes off his towel. I guess I could be into company, it just depends on who the company is!

I blow my load and so does skinny #1. I hit the showers, and look at the clock. Not much time left before I have to run, so I relax on a couch in the video room and cool off and recover. My refractory period (time in which it takes me to cum again) could be pretty short..15-20 minutes..so, I'm hoping to energize again and de-load before leaving for the day.

In about 10 minutes, Hot Asian Boy walks in and is standing in the back of the video room. A minute later and he strolls over to my couch and sits next to me and smiles. Soon, he's rubbing my back, giving me a really great neck massage. I tell him "don't stop".  He reaches down and is rubbing my chest and I'm rubbing his now hard cock under the towel.

Soon, his towel gets unwrapped and he's blowing me..in a video room that has about 5 other guys around us. Nobody was watching the video (think it was The Matrix).  Asian Boy kisses me..one of those soft, nice kisses I like..tongues and everything. We made out..then he sucks me again.

After a while, I whisper in his ear that I'm gonna cum and he jerks me off..and I blow all over my stomach. After catching our breaths, he says I should go take a shower, which I did.

I shower, change and head out.

Moral of the Story: Keep your feet on the ground, but always reach for the stars.

Hump Day

 

Tittie Tuesday: Deck the Halls

Ok, On my drive home from the mall, I was appalled by something. The complete utter ignorance of some idiots in how to decorate their homes/yards for Christmas.  I mean, c'mon, peeps! Use at least a little taste and common sense! Can I just list some of the more egregious infractions?

* Inflatable cartoon figures are ridiculous. They are stupid, and should be against the law. They look dumb. It makes your house look like Romper Room. Get a fucking life.

* tossing a string of lights onto a bush is not considered "tasteful". Really? Do you think you're "decorating" if you just throw a string of lights willy nilly onto a bush? No! In fact, they now make a net of lights that can be tossed over a bush that actually looks nice.

*Don't put up a string of lights that have 50% of the bulbs out. Seriously? Test them before you put them up, dummy. If they are not all lit, throw them away, and go get new ones. Don't do things in such a half-assed way. The nerve .....

* If that string of white lights isn't long enough to go across the edge of your roof, don't join it up with a string of red, and then a string of orange. Please!!! Make a plan before you start! There is a thing called a measuring tape - use it!!!

* If you can't figure this shit out, call me, and for a reasonable fee, I'll do it for you - tastefully... That way I won't wretch every time I drive by your house....

Thanks for listening. I'm glad I got it off my chest. I mean, c'mon. My chest has no room for that bull shit. My chest does have room for roaming hands, tho! And hot, wet mouth..... Oooops. sorry for the digression..... Oh, yea, and if I squeeze them together, my chest has room for a sweet cock to slide in and out. Yep, I have room for that....... :)

Christmas kisses and holiday wishes.

Partial Blow Off

So, I was eagerly anticipating meeting Desmond. We had made plans to have lunch. He picked a place. We chatted and he said we'd chat in the morning and confirm. Then..nothing.

Yea, I logged onto Adam, and he wasn't there. Not early in the morning when I got into work, and not at all..until about 3pm. Lunch? Please..it's almost dinner time!  I had emailed him saying "guess we're not doing lunch today" and he responds that his schedule was crazy and our plans were subject to confirmation.  That's not how I looked at it..but, I move on.

We had some idol chat and the next day he emails me again..basically saying how busy his life is.

"Doesn't bode well for meeting." I say.
"Well, how about coffee later?" Desmond asks.

We again make plans...I slyly suggested he brew something at his place..but, either he didn't catch my drift or he was serious about this "dating" thing - which isn't a bad thing. Just hope I don't have to wait too long for some sex. ;)

I made my way toward the Starbucks where we planned to meet. I park and give Desmond a call and he's about 5 minutes away. I go inside, order my Venti cafe late chai mocha frap and sit at a table. I notice this place is rather busy for a "date". Finally, I see a baseball cap wearing guy walk up and I recognize Desmond. He walks over, shakes my hand and he orders his own stupid SB drink and sits.

For the next hour or so, we chat..about almost everything... work, vacations, family issues. Everything except sex..because it's just too crowded in this place. There were some times of awkward silence. But, he's defintiely cute. Still has those thin tweezed brows that I dislike..and a little affected - feminine speaking qualities...but, beneath his long sleeved T-Shirt and sweat pants, I can tell this guys built..just how I like em.

He's looking for something regular and we finally make our goodbyes, shaking hands and walking to our cars in opposite directions.

Whether I get to see the goods again..will just have to be seen..if at all.

The Courting

I know, you see me meeting all these guys..sometimes it's obvious why I don't meet up with a particular guy again. But other times, maybe it sounds like things go well - yet, I don't end up meeting them for a repeat. Considering the fact that I am looking for a regular thing, why is it I can't find it?

OK, so..the guys that basically shit on me -that doesn't have to be explained. But the others? Sometimes it's something basic..like..maybe how they kiss..maybe it's how they smelled that turns me off. Other times, it's something stupid..or less obvious: their eyebrows, their cock..sometimes, something as inane as that can turn me off.

A long time ago..years probably - I met a guy online (somewhere). We ended up chatting. He seemed nice real nice. He lived pretty close to me, was in shape, smooth, mid 20's. Everything was good. We ended up meeting..and we had some hot sex...once.

The thing about "Desmond" was..his eyebrows. They were so perfectly thinly manicured..it just turned me off. Now, mind you, it didn't turn me off enough to not have sex with him..but, it turned me off enough never to return again.  He also had a job..that was a little effeminate for my liking (not that it was right for me to should judge) - but..working in a girls store in the mall..makeup and all. Ewww!

This guy..he did hit me up again. But, obviously got the hint. Then..a while ago..I saw a profile on Grindr. Ended up being him. Except now..he was in amazing "gym trainer" shape. Really buff..hot. We chatted..seemed like things were moving..he asked why we didn't meet again...then he asked me to take him out..for dinner. Huh?

Like..I'm not anyone's sugar daddy. That was a turn off. He was insistent though. I blocked him..

Then..again, I see him on line on another site. Same hot body..he chats me..we chat..he's looking for a regular thing. Then I unlock my pics and he unlocks his. We both knew who we were talking too...

"Hot bro!" Desmond says.
"Yea, you too."

We exchange names.

"You know" I say. "We've 'met' before."
"I know man, it was fun. Don't know what happen." he says
"So where do we begin? I ask.
"Take me to dinner" he says.
"I'm not looking to support anyone. I'm not a sugar daddy." I tell him. "Let's meet for dinner or lunch..then..we're big boys..we can take care of ourselves."

"OK" he agrees.


So..we chat some more..and I give him a call too. We make plans for lunch next week.

Hitchcocked (2006)

Hump Day

 

Tittie Tuesday: Magic Mike

I bet that got your attention! For those of you not in the know, it's left the theatres, so you'll have to rent it, but it's def worth renting!
 

Channing Tatum is so fire, and even hotter with no clothes on! And can you say Matt Bomer? To die for!
 

Anyway, sorry to get distracted, but do you remember the guy that I met at the gym? We hadn't said much yet to each other, but this morning we had the opportunity to talk. I was shocked when I went into the spinning room at the gym, and there he was! He had this huge smile on his face, and I walked over and asked him what he was doing in the spin room, and he said that since I had said that I spun all the time, he decided to try it out. Ok, in my mind, I am freaking out with joy here! But I tried to remain outwardly normal. lol I got a bike, and set it up next to his, and he says, "oh, I'm Mike, by the way." So I told him my name and he said it was nice to officially meet me. So, class started, and we couldn't talk, but we snuck peeks at each other, and every time I looked at him, he was grinning from ear to ear! Oh, he's really adorable.
 

So, when class was done, he said something funny. He said he didn't think it was going to be as hard as it was to spin for an hour. I laughed, cuz a lot of peeps say that. They think it will be a breeze to ride for an hour, but you are riding as hard as you can, in high gears, your heart is really pumping. It's fun, but it's a workout. He said he had no idea! Actually, an average spinner rides 25-30 miles in a one hour class.
 

So, sadly, he had to scoot after class - but he said we should go to Starbucks or something soon. I said yes, I'm totally up for that.
 

It's kinda cute in a way that he is not aggressive. We are kinda friends right now, in a way. I think when we get to Starbucks, get a drink, and sit at a little table with each other, the flirting magic will begin. Who knows? Maybe he just wants a friend. I can be a friend - a friend with benefits!

Return of the Jedi

After my last hookup, which ended up being literally "shitty", I was a little gun shy at meeting someone again. But, someone on Adam who I had been emailing for quite a long time was available. He's Latino, 24 years old, 6'0", 170 lbs and a bottom. He seems good looking by his pics. He was never available when we chatted previously, but he emails me saying he wanted to meet.

I  drive to his apartment and call him on the way. He's got an accent and seems nice. When I get to his apartment, his door is already open and he's waving me in, and whispers - putting his finger to his lips.

I find out his parents live in the house above and he obviously doesn't want to draw attention to me visiting him. We walk downstairs and into his basement apartment where we undress and make out. He grabs my hand and we walk into his bedroom and I lay down on his bed which is partially covered with a towel.

Eventually, he pulls open a drawer and takes out poppers, a condom and lube. He places the condom on my hard cock and lubes up his ass. Initially, I tried to maneuver him so we'd fuck doggy style, but he asked me to lay down and wanted to ride me with him on top. We were fucking for a little and I tapped his ass and asked if we could change positions (so I can be in a little more control doggy-style). As he pulled out, he gasped..looked down between his legs and immediately scooped up something from my pelvis and wiped his hands on the towel. From the smell I knew what had happened - again.

As he jumped up, so did I and he pulled the towel, blanket, sheets off his bed apologizing profusely. I hit the bathroom, turned on the hot water and washed down. The smell, however, was in my nose and I couldn't get rid of it (you ever get that? I guess I have very sensitive nose, because even the smell from the perfume spritz people at the mall lingers in my nostrils). I return to the bedroom and he also returns from the bathroom. He asks if I just want to jerk off at this point.

I jump on his now bare mattress and begin pumping my cock. After all, I was almost there..no sense in wasting a good hard-on. My breathing is increasing, I guess I'm making those noises - not screaming or anything, but he keeps whispering "quiet quiet" worried that I'm going to be very loud. As I'm just about to cum he covers my mouth and nose and I blow my load (was kinda annoyed by that hand..I mean..seriously..I coulda controlled myself..I didn't need to be asphyxiated).

Anyway, as we cleaned up and got dressed he again apologized for his "mis-hap" but as I left, and drove..I couldn't get the thought or smell out of my head. I don't think a reconnection is in the stars.

May the force be with you my Latino friend!

World's Sexiest Man

People.com

By Antoinette Coulton and Julie Jordan 

 

He may have bared (almost) all of that incredibly chiseled body in this year's Magic Mike but 2012's Sexiest Man Alive Channing Tatum was still modest when he heard the news.

"My first thought was, 'Y'all are messing with me,'" says Tatum, who married actress Jenna Dewan-Tatum in 2009. "I told Jenna after we'd been in the bathtub washing our dogs because they'd gotten skunked."

Says the actor: "She was like, 'What?'"

"Yeah, she calls me [the Sexiest Man Alive] now," he adds. And who can blame her?

Her Alabama-bred heartthrob of a husband is also a sculptor who quotes Edgar Allan Poe, loves to give her massages and can't wait to start their family. "I'm ready; I think she's ready," Tatum, 32, says. "The first number that pops into my head is three, but I just want one to be healthy and then we'll see where we go after that."

"It’s really easy for us guys to say, 'I want like 15 kids,'" he continues. "Jenna will be like, 'Well you better get another wife!'"

Currently training to play an Olympic athlete in next year's Foxcatcher, Tatum is all heart and muscle at 195 pounds. "I like to be lean. If I get too bulky I can't move well and I like to move," he says. "When I'm not training, I get really round and soft."

Which is just fine by his wife. "People know him to be fun and sexy, but they don't know how emotionally deep and spiritually open he is," says Dewan-Tatum, 31. "He is such an open-hearted person; what you see is what you get."

****
And now...the story you haven't heard...

The Onion.com

The Onion is proud to announce that North Korean supreme leader Kim Jong-un, 29, has officially been named the newspaper’s Sexiest Man Alive for the year 2012.

With his devastatingly handsome, round face, his boyish charm, and his strong, sturdy frame, this Pyongyang-bred heartthrob is every woman’s dream come true. Blessed with an air of power that masks an unmistakable cute, cuddly side, Kim made this newspaper’s editorial board swoon with his impeccable fashion sense, chic short hairstyle, and, of course, that famous smile.

“He has that rare ability to somehow be completely adorable and completely macho at the same time,” Onion Style and Entertainment editor Marissa Blake-Zweibel said. “And that’s the quality that makes him the sort of man women want, and men want to be. He’s a real hunk with real intensity who also knows how to cut loose and let his hair down.”

Added Blake-Zweibel, “Ri Sol-ju is one lucky lady, that’s for sure!”

With today’s announcement, Kim joins the ranks of The Onion’s prior “Sexiest Man Alive” winners, including:

• 2011: Bashar al-Assad
  
• 2010: Bernie Madoff
  
• 2009: Charles and David Koch (co-winners)
  
• 2008: Ted Kaczynski
  
• 2007: T. Herman Zweibel

Revenge

I've often wondered, even wrote about it before on this blog. Yea, I'm a bad man, not a good husband, cheating, lying..breaking vows- all those things.

And now this hurricane thing - is this revenge? Is it some omnipotent being getting even with me?

I've had my share of tragedies- both person, familial and occupational. I've persevered..but, I often wonder..is it me? Am I being targeted by the "great and powerful" for my indiscretions?

Yea, I know - there probably isn't much that's great and powerful up there...

but, still, why me?

Hump day

 

Tittie Tuesday: Something Different

Ok, so I'm going to tell you about the weird thing that happened the other day. If you were expecting something sexy today, sorry to disappoint, but anyway, here it is.

 

I went to Subway to grab a sandwich, and I decided to eat it there. I had my Kindle with me, so I was set. I had my yummy sandwich, and was relaxing with my Cherry Coke, reading a kinda cheesy vampire story when I noticed a strange looking woman walk in, and go directly to the case that has bottled water, milk, and other stuff like that. She caught my eye cuz she was dressed kinda funny, and had a gold sparkly bow clip in her hair, like something a child would wear. She also was carrying 2 purses. Ok, this was weird.

 

The place was kinda busy at the time, about 5 customers waiting. There was apparently only one guy working in the whole place, and my eye was drawn to this woman, carrying 2 purses, and looking a little funky. She stood at the case with it open forever, and I was reminded of my mother always yelling at my brother to "pick something or close the door!" to the fridge. She took a couple of bottles out and closed the door. She also had a coat over her arm.

 

Does she get in line to pay? Nope. She goes into the restroom. She's in there for a good 15 minutes. The customers turn over, they've all been helped, and new ones are at the counter. She finally comes out, and get this. She's only holding one purse, and no bottles of anything. The purse over her shoulder is quite large. My guess is that she put the smaller purse inside of it, and stayed in the restroom long enough to drink the bottles she took in there.

 

She walks back over to the cold case, and gets out another drink. She takes it up to the counter, and waits while the guy finishes making a sandwich, then he rings her up for the drink, and she leaves. The whole time she was in the restroom, and after she came out, I sat there wondering if I should say something to the guy behind the counter. I mean, what could he have done? The store was full of people, and he was the only one working. Do you call the cops for theft of a couple of drinks? But did she also steal someone's purse? I was in a dilemma. I did what most folks would do - nothing. I have felt bad about it ever since. I'm of the opinion that there should never be just one clerk in a store, so this kind of thing is less likely to happen.

 

Any ideas? What should I have done?

Hands Full

One of the reasons why I didn't get fully involved in anal sex with other guys initially was the thought of being in that "bad place."  You know..being in someone's exit was kinda shitty, so to speak.  I could never get past the fact that shit happens there..and I didn't feel the need to engage in such nasty actions.

Then, I came across some very hot, and very clean guys. Eventually, fucking became hot..and I was able to look past the other crap. Those guys didn't smell, didn't leave remnants, and made anal sex totally enjoyable.  Hey, if those couple of guys had such good hygiene, and made things so hot, then everyone must be like that no?

No.

I was chatting with some guy on Grindr. We chatted last week a few times. He was 21 years old, and hit me up on there first (see? I wasn't chicken-hawking!). He seemed nice, and was into having a regular thing with me.  As often happens on Grindr or other such sites, days pass..and I didn't hear anything from him. Not unusual.

Then on Monday, he chats me and says he's off from work.

"When are we hanging?" he asks.
"Well, it's slow today at work." I respond, giving him that opening he needed.

"So, come on over!" he invites.

I drive to his house which takes about 15 minutes. I park and ring his doorbell. He opens the door, in sweats and T-Shirt and I follow him to his bedroom. We sit on the bed and chat.

This guys tiny...not midget tiny..not Lollipop Guild tiny..just..small. He's probably 5'5" and has a nice small ass. His smile - and more particularly - teeth had something to be desired too. His body, while not hairy, had some hair on his chest, but kinda annoyingly, he had lots of straggly long hairs on his neck, arms and upper back. He mentioned that he didn't "groom" or "man-scape" and that was obvious. I mean, he was off from work, invited me over..you'd think you'd prepare yourself to be seen. Well, apparently, that was just the beginning!

We begin kissing and I'm thinking, this isn't all that bad! I kinda expected worse..kinda thought..maybe I can't get into this..but, I was actually thinking.."This is hot!" The guy can kiss, was into me, loved touching me..and..he had a surprisingly big cock! Not bad!

He goes down on me, and sucks my cock. We continue making out and then he asks if I wanna fuck. "Yea!"I tell him enthusiastically. He grabs a condom, and lube, which was conveniently placed next to the bed...again..he must have been planning....but...

There was very little lube, so, I spit on my hand and entered his hot little ass. We really were having a hot time..and fucking his hot little ass was..well..pretty good!  Soon, I was moving in and out of his ass with a pretty good pace and ..based on the sounds he was making, he was enjoying this too! Soon, I pulled out of his ass, ripped off my condom and started pumping my cock with my suspiciously slick hands as I shot my load on his ass. As he turned around to look at me telling me how good that was, I looked down in that "after fucking ready to clean your ass and my cock and hand mode" and noticed my hand was..and it's almost as bad to write as think about..full of SHIT!

Yes, that slick slippery feeling I had in my hand was a handful of shit! Brown, stinky, smelly, disgusting, nasty shit!  He looked at me horrifyingly and ran out of the room soon to return with wet paper towels. As I cleaned up, he ran again for towels and I waved him off and told him I need a bathroom, where I soaped up and cleaned off. The smell was just awful.

I returned and started getting dressed with the odor still wafting in my nostrils. He says, as he rubbed my chest that "He hoped he didn't scar me" and I looked at him funny and he said "well, I guess I wasn't as prepared as I should have been. I mean I took a shower and all" Ugh.

I told him I wasn't scarred.We said our goodbyes. I thought.."everything was good up until that shit happened.."

I had good intentions..I think maybe we could do this again..make things right. Make sure next time that he's prepared..better..cleaned the right way.

Then, about an hour later I logged onto Grindr. Seeing him..his profile..still smelling my hands,,even though I washed again..used sanitizer..I could still see..ugh..smell..oh my..I think I may hurl.

I guess that's what the block button is for..