Chemistry

You ever been with someone sexually and things just clicked? The kisses, the head, the fucking....everything you two did to each other turned you both on. Well, I’ve had those situations and then I’ve had the total opposite. This story addresses the latter. 

Over the Summer, I met this really nice Caribbean guy. (Don't ask how we met 😉😂). At any rate, "Norris"

is an attractive older gentleman. 5’8”, slender build, sexy bubble butt. We were both horny and he invited me back to his apartment. I obliged. 

 It was a warm summer night, so when we arrived at his studio, he turned on the air. We kissed and started exploring each other’s body. My dick was creating a huge tent ‘cause I didn’t have on any underwear. Freeballing was what made him notice me in the first place. He knew what was up the minute he saw my print. Now, I was hard as FUCK

and it was driving him crazy. It had been a few weeks since I got some ass, so you know I was ready. 

The kissing: it was.....uh.....ok. Nah...that’s shit was awful. Every time I’m went in for a kiss, he stuck his tongue out really hard and pointy...like he was about to eat some ass or something. He wasn’t the best kisser, but I was willing to look past it. Eventually I LITERALLY had to ask him could I kiss his lips. I didn’t want to ruin the moment and say “stop sticking your tongue out”.  But DAMN! LOL! I’m getting annoyed just thinking about his kisses. 

He was also VERY anxious. Squirming and moving rapidly.... in unexpected ways. He said it had been a long time since he had a man in his bed. I just chopped it up to him being really excited. But that shit kept happening. 

At this point, I’m still horny AF. So I didn’t give a damn....he was gettin this dick. I started eating his ass and he was jerking and whimpering. It confused me. So I asked....”is everything alright” 

Norris: Yes, but it just feel so good....the tings you do to me driving me crazy. 

Me: Ok. Well let me get that pussy and really drive you crazy. 

Norris: Come on Daddy, I’m ready for you. 

So I’m still trying to make this shit work. We started out with him face down and ass up. It was going ok at first. But he kept turning his head and shoulders around. So I got a little passionately aggressive and pushed his head in the pillow. 2 seconds later, same muthafuckin thing. 

Me: Why do you keeping turning around like that? 

Norris: Oooh baby, I wanna see your face when you fucking me.

Me: Cool sexy, turn over on your back. 

Norris: I don’t know if I can take it on my back. That’s a big dick. 

Me: It’s ok, I’ll go slow and open you up. 

He turned over on his back. We do some more awful ass kissing with his tongue pointed and shit. But I didn’t give a fuck, I just wanted the ass at this point. 

 I went to stick my dick in his ass (or where I thought his ass might’ve been). Bruh, that shit was waaaaaay the fuck outta place. 😂 I’ve actually had sex with guys who have assholes that are positioned a little further back. But his hole was damn near ON HIS BACK! 😂 I was like, WTF?! I didn’t really notice it when he was face down, but in the buck. Gawd DAMN! So we put a pillow under his ass to help position it better for penetration. 

I’m slowly working the dick in so he can get used to it. He’s squirming and shit. Then he started complaining that his neck started hurting. 🙄 I’m thinking to myself, could this night get any worse. But I was a determined, haaard dick Brotha. I said to myself, “let me hurry up and nutt so I can get the hell outta here.” That didn’t happen. Why, you ask? Cause he kept fucking up the flow. I tried to be as considerate as I could be. But everything he did turned me off and everything I did either “drove him crazy” (to the point of slight convulsions) or hurt him. I couldn’t win with this guy. 

We ended up jacking off and calling it a night. I was a little upset because I really wanted to fuck. It just didn’t work out. 

Chemistry.....that shit is important. 

(The sexy mature men pictured above are not Norris. They are meant to give you a reference. However, the dick pic, is me.)

It can happen to you too

    This blog entry is very different from the rest. In light of all the sexual assault cases and allegations, I must tell my story. 

    In the Summer of 2016, I was almost raped at a bar in NYC. Me, 6’0”, 235 plus lbs of thickness. I honestly thought I would never be sexually assaulted. But it happened.

   I was at “The Eagle NYC” which is well known leather gay bar that I love. I met a guy who we’ll refer to as “Harlem”. He was a bit of a meat head and had a body builder physique.....like Rodney St. Cloud. He was very attractive. Cute face...nice teeth.....etc etc. We actually met because we were both trying to flirt with another guy. The other guy was from Albany, NY and was visiting NYC. “Harlem” came up to me and the guy from Albany and basically tried to take the guy away. But Albany wasn’t feeling him. So “Harlem” suggested that all three of us go to someone’s apartment so he could fuck the both of us. I told him....”I don’t get fucked.” Without saying anything, “Harlem” walked away. The guy from Albany and I continued conversing but later went our separate ways.  

  Later that night, it was obvious that “Harlem” had had a little too much to drink He stumbled over to me and hung his arm around my neck. Then he kissed me. At this point, we started kissing, our dicks got hard, and he suggested we go somewhere a little more private. We went downstairs, out the back door to a small well lit, fenced in, alley behind the bar. I’m very familiar with this alley because I’ve been there several times before. It’s where most guys go to have a little more privacy. So I felt safe. There were a few other guys down there engaging in various sexual acts (kissing, rimming, and oral). We started kissing again and he pulled out his dick. It was small and I’m not even being petty. It was small. But I was attracted to him, so I started sucking his dick. A cute Latin guy was watching and wanted to join in. So he started kissing “Harlem” while I was performing oral. Then the Latin guy wanted to suck his dick. At this point, I’m watching and jacking off as they get it on. Suddenly,  the Latin guy pulls down his pants and bends over for Harlem to fuck him. 

   Turned on, I stood and watched. I thought to myself....”I am not sucking his dick after he went in this guy’s ass raw”. So I stood there and watched them fuck for a while. But then Harlem stopped fucking him and says...”I don’t want him, I want you”. 

Me: I told you I don’t get fucked. 

The Latin guy pulled up his pants and went back into the bar. What seemed like 8 or more guys in the alley all of sudden dissipated to 4 (including me and Harlem). 

At this point, Harlem is still hard and has some shit on his dick. 

Harlem: Come on, let me fuck you. 

Me: Hell naw! I’m not with that shit

(he grabs me and pulls me close) 

Harlem: You don’t get fucked, but I’m that nigga. 

Me: You ain’t THAT nigga and you damn sho ain’t gone be THAT nigga tonight. 

Harlem: Oh....you think you can beat me? 

Me: What?

He pushes me and I push him back.

Harlem: Hold on, Imma put this drink down.

 

 

   He put the drink down and shoved me into a brink wall. My back and head hit it hard! At this point, my pants fell to my ankles. He was trying to flip me around so he could enter me. It happened so fast and I remember thinking “OMG, he’s going to rape me!!! OH HELL NAW!!!!” So I fought with all my might, got him off me, and got out of that corner. I was able to get far enough away to get some distance between us. My pants were still at my ankles and in the process of the scuffle, I injured my left thumb.  I didn’t feel it when it happened, but once I got away, it started hurting. 

Harlem: I outta fuck you up! 

Me: I’m out! 

Harlem: Nobody’s going to believe you. You was sucking my dick. And look at you....ya ya ya pants are down to your ankles. 

    I pulled my pants up. Didn’t say another word to him, went back into the bar, and left. As I was leaving the out the front of the bar, I looked back and could see him coming through the door of the alley, frantically searching for me. Then I exited the building. 

   Walking to the train, I had a myriad of emotions. I was in rage. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to call the police, I was ashamed that I would have to report a sexual assaulted. I thought about what would have happened if I wasn’t strong enough to fight him off. Just a ton of things running through my mind.  I stopped by a store and got a cup of ice and a 2 tablet pack of Ibuprofen because I could feel my thumb swelling. The whole train ride home, I was furious!!!! 

   I can only imagine if he had been successful in his attempt to rape me. That’s why I empathize so much with victims of sexual assault. You never know how you will feel unless you’ve been sexually assaulted. It takes a GREAT deal of courage to come forward. Because coming forward means you weren’t strong enough to stop it. It means you were weak. It means you were stupid to start kissing him and to perform oral sex on him. It means you will be judged. It means so many things. 

   Even with boundaries set, things can go awry. Especially if there’s alcohol or drugs involved. For about 3 months, I couldn’t watch aggressive porn, I didn’t enjoy seeing thick men. I was mad at myself for being attracted to him. It was so much. I started researching sexual assaults at gay bars and unfortunately, it happens a lot. 

  Things I learned from this experience.

1) If you’re by yourself, don’t drink too much. God knows if I would’ve been drunk, the likelihood of me being raped would’ve been high. 

2) If you see any signs of aggression, leave. Go to another part of the bar, go to another bar all together. Just get out of the situation as fast as you can. In hindsight, I should’ve known from our first conversation that he wanted to penetrate me. And when I told him that I didn’t get fucked, he left. He was fully sober at that point. Red flag! 🚩

3) If you find yourself in a situation, fight like hell!!!! But if that isn’t working, fake pass out or fake being ill. Then when your aggressor has his guard down, make a mad dash for an exit. 

4) Don’t let one situation define or whitewash things for your future. For a period of 3 months or so, I was disgusted by body builders. It just triggered memories from my assault. But not every man is a rapist. It took me some time, but I finally got over it. 

5) Rape happens in the gay community, so don’t think it can’t happen to you. I thought because of my size and muscle build, that I would NEVER get assaulted. Boy was I wrong. 

6) Be aware of your surroundings. Know where the exit(s) is/are. If you’re with a friend, tell them that you’re going off with a guy. Just take that extra step. It could literally save you. 

I hope this experience helps someone avoid or get out of a horrible situation. 

Love you guys! Be safe!