Odd Happenings 2

Another unusual experience to be shared with those who do not mind reading it…

I used to cruise the Tech School campus off and on, few years ago. For a while, this was the hottest spot in town for the guys, I wanted to hook up with. Preppies, very easy on the eyes, basically, your next-door guys with a bit of an A&F touch about them. It had worked well for couple of years before the School hired a private security comp. to improve on their doubtful reputation.

An additional benefit to cruising there was the timing. Early to late afternoons worked best. I went in and the place looked pretty empty. Like most of such cruising spots, it was a hit-and-miss venue. Within some ten minutes, a very hot dude showed up. Early 20’s, almost half my age, tall, nicely defined, olive skin complexion, smooth and very masculine in appearance. No one else in sight, I decided to return the gaze and follow the guy who looked like interested in hooking up with me. Little smile, eye contact. He took the lead and I followed him from a safe distance. He went beeline to a handicapped toilette and left the door open for couple of inches. I walked in.

Neither of us was into wasting any time. I locked the door and we stared making out. He kept his eyes open, sought eye-contact and was into kissing big time. No conversation, not a single word was exchanged. He went down on his knees and started a first class blow job. I thought, I got lucky on that day. He was taking his time and it looked like this was what he wanted. The guy was a talented head and we both were obviously enjoying it. I soon started a slow face fuck and as I was slowly picking up my speed, he stood up, smiled showing an amazing set of perfect teeth and said,

“Man, can you fuck me, please. I haven’t had it in a while and I really need it.�

For some reason, I tend to reserve that kind of play for a private setup, preferably my own bedroom. But, I was not going to turn this guy down. I had never seen him before and I was pretty familiar with the local, openly gay cruising. It looked like, he was one of those closeted types, probably bisexual who was not ready to be seen in wider public. I am clueless to the day, as to why I felt that way, but I guess, my instinct kicked in that way.

“Yeah, it would be my pleasure.� Was all I could muster at that moment.

He bent over presenting me with a most beautiful bubble butt, smooth with large ‘dimples’. For the record, whoever was in charge of his endowment must have been Mr. Generous himself. An amazing, perfect specimen all around.

He bottomed like a pro. He knew all the tricks of the trade, quiet but passionate moans, back door muscle action, everything there was to it. He kept on turning his head back to re-establish eye-contact. Something I truly liked. Again, we took it slow and easy and the session was turning into an episode of pure sexual bliss.

I grabbed his dick as I was to shoot my load and he shoot an amazing load in sync with mine. Quite a little achievement for the first time, anonymous encounter in an unsafe environment.

He turned around for some more frenching while we were pulling up our clothes, trying to look respectable for the world out there. There was no haste in his actions and I felt I shouldn’t rush it either. A few hugs, kisses, couple of smiles and we were about to leave. I had been thinking about giving him my cruising card with my cell phone number but decided against it. I had no doubt that he was not new to the whole thing but my gut feeling was coming loud and clear. This dude was all about ‘discretion’. He was not into the gay thing.

To my surprise, he did not head for the door but leaned against the opposite wall, shoot another Rembrandt tooth-paste smile and said in a slightly assertive mood,

“Can I have a word with you, please?�

“Sure, dude, shoot. I am all ears!� For a second, I saw an opening. I was wrong.

“How can you be doing this? I have a girlfriend. Actually, we are engaged and we are going to get married as soon as I graduate and get a job. I want to have children, a family. How can you fuck me? I am a man.�

No kiddin. The dude was having some serious issues. He led the way. He kneeled before my dick. He sucked me. He asked me to fuck him in as many words. And yet, I was supposed to be explaining ‘my’ actions to him? Yeah, right. How could I possibly do all that?

‘Oupps, dude. Sorry, I did not know any of that. If I had, I would have never done all that.’, I said, plainly, neither trying to sound convincing nor trying to appease him in any manner.

Even to this day, I still cannot quite figure out where this came from. I am not into lying and frankly, though I found the guy to be very attractive in every sense, I could not have cared less about his private plans, his girlfriend and his future that obviously did not include me or our shared sexual experience in any way.

I simply walked away without much ado. Debate with this guy was obviously not topping my priorities that afternoon. I felt like enjoying my afterglow, like having a drink and smoking a fag. I was happy as anyone could ever be. And I certainly had no intention of getting myself involved into his own, private nightmares. He did not look like someone who needed help. And certainly, he did not look like someone who might even consider getting it from someone who just fucked him, though he was going to get married and have children afterwards.

I learned to shrug with my shoulders and say that non-committal, dreaded ‘whatever’ there and then.

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Few months later, I went to a major gay disco party in town. OK, Gay Gossip Central, if you wish, but not entirely to be discarded. Here, I bumped straight into my campus preppy dude. He was all smiles, a drink in his hand, but alone. I shot a passing smile, hoping to signal, ‘yeah, I know you, but I am keeping this to myself.’

He wasted absolutely no time and came over to me the moment I managed to grab my drink from the bar.

“Let’s get going, before this place gets too crowded.�, he said with an honest, if somewhat urgent expression on his face.

“Cool with me.�

We took one of the private cabins in the cruising area and stayed there for the better part of that night. He was absolutely insatiable. He sucked like this was going to be his very last time. I fucked his ass in every imaginable position. (Thanks God for the athletic dudes!) At some point of time, I needed to piss badly. I said so, and he simply squatted and opened his mouth. I am not much into this kind of action, but I simply could not say ‘No’ to this dude. Call it a spell or anything, for all I care.

We were ready to leave and he pulled at my sleeve, saying,

“Dude, I am getting married next month.� There was a slight smile on his face mixed with an underlying sadness.

I gave him a gentle grope and said, “Dude, your wife will be one happy woman, judging by what you have between your legs.� He beamed with happiness for a very brief moment.

“Yeah, I am sure, she will. For as long as she does not know that I get fucked, too.�

Frankly, I had no answer to that. I shrugged with my shoulders, uttered an entirely silent ‘whatever’, gave him a parting hug and a parting kiss.

“I will never do this again.� He said.

I smiled back and left.

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A few weeks later, I came across an article in the social column, saying the son of Mr. Whatever or Something got married to Miss. Prombeauty, the daughter of Mr. & Mrs. Society Pillars, etc., etc. Yup, that was my campus dude. He got himself in.

I have never seen him again. I do not think that I miss him. But I would love to hear his side of the story and possibly learn about its conclusion, if there is any?

KD

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Keep your eyes open, you'll run into him again. I know the type, I was one Try as he might, eventually he will give in to the lust and desires and he will be back.

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Kewl,

I love that "how could you fuck me?" question. Man, if I was there and in a perverse mood I'd have probably said. "Just like I did and will again the next time you or any other fucker offers up his ass to me". Of course, in reality, I'd have probably sputtered and maybe even laughed in his face, or something rude like that.

I guess developing a poker face is useful for more than just playing poker -it also could come in handy after a round of poke-him.

Your guy reminds me of an Arab student who made contact with me at one time. He was married, and wanted to play with guys while he was in the US, because when he returned to Saudi Arabia, he would not be able to have man-to-man sex.

He wanted to kiss, fuck, suck, etc. but made it clear he was not gay because he would not take a cock in the ass. Oh, he had no qualms about having someone stick their tongue there, he informed me, but no cock. I thought it hilarious he could live with everything but being fucked in the ass.

I steered clear of him. Later in talking to a gay student, he said the Arab guys on campus like to get a bottom in bed and be physically abusive to them. He says their attitude is that gay bottoms are lower than women and deserve no respect whatsoever. Hearsay at best, but maybe it was best he and I didn't get together. I'd hate to have to explain to an officer why I had beat the crap out of some naked arab.

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Hey GT:-)

Some cultures or rather more traditional and fundamentalist views thereof limit homosexuality to bottoming in general. Tops are perceived as being just 'normal' heterosexual dudes who are compelled to mess around with the 'despicable bottoms' simply because women are generally not available for sex, unless you marry them. I would be the last guy here to subscribe to this devious theory but that is what they have been told and that is what they firmly believe in. For many guys this comes in handy, too; it gives them the license to do what they want to do and fear no music afterwards. There is not much logic in this but fundamentalist views are rarely, if ever based on logics of any kind.

A few years ago, I hooked up with a Middle Eastern guy here in San Francisco. A most talented anal bttm dude. We somehow clicked together and some sort of a f-buddy relationship developed. After a while, I was getting slightly upset with him. He'd be late, would not show up at times, without ever bothering to ring me up and let me know he had a change of plans. The next time he called, I told him, I was not going to see him any more. I did not like his attitude which showed very little respect for the others anyway.

He was shocked. How could I do that? He was so good looking in his own words and he did everything I wanted him to do. I used him. Yeah, and he was doing me a huge favor by letting me fuck him. Rite...

I was firm on my decision and he finally blurted out: 'I think that I have a bigger dick than you!'

Nope that did not help either but it made it into my collection of 'funny memories'.

KD

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KD, the story with the guy on campus is way hot.

Do you think the guy is for real? I'm only asking because I have a buddy who fucks with guys like that. It's really hot in a way and he means no harm, just his twisted way of getting off. Either way, the post got me hard.

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Hey MGB,

Actually, the first thought that crossed my mind after that legendary 'How could you...?', was that same question of yours.

I cannot say that I know an answer, though.

Few things appeared to be evident:

a/ he was no novice to m2m sex and enjoyed it big time;
b/ he was not an all-out guy and not even one of those guys who would now and then show up to satisfy his desires and return to
his middle-class respectability;
c/ he sure got married to a very hot chick, for whatever this was worth...

My little working theory was that he probably got hooked up with his best friend who was sharing his lifestyle, fears and problems. That buddy dude, if there indeed ever was one, must have had a real ball... . At some point of time the two must have got separated for whatever reason and my college dude was looking for some action elsewhere.

He probably did not see himself as a homosexual since we was not out there and cruising for anonymous sex until that time. If he really stayed monogamous with his best buddy, the two of them had very little to fear and the whole m2m sex did not quite matter. The matter became alarming only when he came out of his protected environment and saw a dangerous potential that his little gay proclivity could become a source of trouble for him, somewhere down the road.

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Hey Indy,

I sure have been keeping my eyes open. And I would not mind getting a piece of that ass again. But so far, no luck :-)

KD

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That whole mind set thing, and the way some fellows compartmentalize ,i s fascinating. A little over three years ago I arranged to meet a fellow through CFS. We clicked it off while on the internet--seemed to have quite a bit in common and were both looking for more than just a quickie. We met at a Starbucks on Hwy. 59 (not 69) near Elgin, Illinois. He never said which suburban town was his, but I think it was Geneva. We chatted for three hours--it was really good. He was married and had a young son so obviously needed discretion. We could have worked out a motel later in the day, but I, probably stupidly in retrospect, suggested we get together in about ten days or so since I was heading out on a week's vacation. We agreed.
On the way home from my vacation I was involved in a serious accident. Recovery was going to take several months. I e-mailed him; he agreed to wait. Then several days later I received his version of a Dear John. He said it was due to the family thing--he just couldn't risk it. That I could certainly respect. So as to avoid any temptation, he was erasing all e-mail addresses, so it's been impossible to even try to re-establish contact.
Look--I've been around this stuff long enough to know that try as he may, the odds of successfully "resisting" in the long run for this type of guy are about close to zero.
During our long chat, we talked of our introductions into gay sex. He was a Baptist--out of Kansas or one of those other rectangular states. Who held his hand in that first walk down primrose lane? The youth minister at his church, no less. In an evening swimming pool episode. The minister, interestingly enough, evidently chucked it all, move to SF and became an all out cum slut. An interesting career change, that's for certain.
As a switch hitter (boy, you don't hear that term much anymore, do you) and as a former Christian fundamentalist (I chucked that decades ago, to my great relief), I think I understand the mental agony--at least somewhat. But wouldn't it be nicer if we could, in an open, honest way, have it both ways. It's no direct major problem for me now--I'm single. But in the past, with a married pal for over two decades--ya--it raised some ethical issues, especially since I was a friend of the family. Had we been able to be open, at least with his wife, it would have been so much easier. One can't help but wonder--fifty years or so down the road, as the movement progresses, will such arrangements, some of which exist now I assume, be considerably more common? Comments?
P.S. The "How could YOU do that?" question is a classic, that's for sure!

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Being in late middle age, I especially enjoy fellows who prefer guys a tad older since we're often more interested in the total process including massages, etc, rather than simply quickies.

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With a movement towards acceptance of homosexuality there will be less "homosexual" men entering into the traditional insitution of marriage with a "heterosexual" woman, tied to all the expectations like monogamy that come with that. I think what you're referring to here is the accetpance of "bisexual" men, who prefer the intimacy of a woman, yet, have sexual needs that can only be met buy another man or maybe at times it's an even score and they have both intimate and sexual needs to be fufilled by both men and women.

I'm not really hopeful that these kinds of arrangements, although I'm sure they do exist, will be increasing all that much in the mainstream due to the hostile attitude our culture has towards bisexuals, especially in the community of gay men.

It's only my experience, but I see a lot of anger, prejudice and hositility directed towards bisexuals from gay men. I've even seen postings on here that indicate that. There's a thread in one of these columns about situational bisexuality that spun into a debate on "cheating" and how ethical it is for bisexual men to sleep with men on the side outside of their marriage. Just the fact that the posters are quick to direct judgement instead of understanding sends a message of intolerance, right here on an explicit male to male sex web site, so, looks like we have a long way to go in that respect.

However, from what I study in Sociological journals, there is a slight change in the current with the womens sexual movement. Women are slowly changing their agenda in regards to family, marriage etc. It seems that they're coming to a more tolerant perspective in sexuality in regards to marriage and may be open to a different type of "domestic arrangements", so to speak, in regards to attaining their goals when it comes to marriage and family, allowing more flexiblity with their partners sexual needs as well as paying attention to their own. It's a two way street after all ;-)

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I also believe that an increased level of general social acceptance works towards reducing the number of 'marriages' concluded purely for the sake of social acceptance, etc. A major issue, the fact that a number of gay men would like to have their own offspring and will do what it takes to get there by creating 'a family' of some sort, remains to be addressed.

I am aware of the animosity frequently expressed against the bisexual men on the part of the gay men. Hostility and animosity have never helped this world to be a better place, though. Yet, I see an explanation, if certainly not a justification for those feelings. When it comes to purely anonymous sex, I frankly, could not care less, if the guy I am having it with happens to be bisexual, gay, 'straight' or not. There and then, he is my play buddy and that's all that matters.

At the moment some sort of a relationship develops, be it only the good, ole' f-buddy model', the purely gay buddy who has no other commitments clearly gets relegated to the position of lesser importance. 'Dude, I have my family to take care of, first...' (You come in distant second, third or whatever...) Most people understand this in theory but feel very unhappy once they are in position to experience the role of a 'secondary partner' themselves.

I have been there once and have gone through that kind of experience. His need for discretion and his family-related objectives became everything. Our relationship meant nothing. I certainly have no intention of going through anything of the kind ever again.

KD

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