Saturday had started out frustrating for Jimmy, spending most of it hanging out with the incredibly cute dude he knew was really just playing him for the money, who wasn’t going to ever actually put out. The breaking point was when he was asked to give the guy a ride to the grocery store, to pick up supplies so cute-guy could make dinner for a guy he was interested in.
Being the eternal nice guy, Jimmy helped out, and dropped cute-guy off at the other guy’s door, then went home, with the intention of spending the rest of the night alone, feeling sorry for himself, and reading the online sex ads. As he was wont to do, he’d send out a quick line of stats and locations, and the standard headless/naked picture, to any ad that looked interesting, never expecting any results.
When a response came back, from the very muscular black man who said he was looking for a backrub and ass-to-fuck, Jimmy still kept expecting it all to fall apart before things went anywhere. As a general rule, he’d found that while a reasonable percentage of the guys he approached were interested in (or willing to settle for) his body, 99% of the time, sending his face picture was the poison that killed the conversation. So, when the guy was still interested even after Jimmy had shared the face of ugly, he started getting excited.
A few minutes later, and Jimmy was at the hotel, knocking on the room door, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. When the door opened, the guy looked good. A body in better shape than any he’d ever gotten to touch, Jimmy was eager to please. When the guy just wanted to lay there quietly during the massage, Jimmy didn’t mind. When the guy turned over and wanted his dick sucked, Jimmy was all for it. When the guy started calling Jimmy a ‘little faggot’, it didn’t make him happy, but he could live with it. Then the guy was ready for more.
He put Jimmy on his back, and started fucking hard and fast, then face down, always in his ear, “you want it in your pussy, don’t you little faggot…”, which Jimmy always finds confusing.
“If I’m a faggot for taking the dick, what the fuck do I call the guy supplying the dick? Seems like we’re equally ‘gay’, but whatever.”
The guy flips Jimmy back onto his back, and tells him to cum for him, still pounding away. The whole experience has been close to Jimmy’s fantasy, and it’s not hard to give him what he asks for, thinking that there’s still plenty of time together for round two, before the host hits his first nut.
At which point it gets odd.
For all the talk during the email exchange period, about wanting to blow a big load inside him, the guy pulls out unfinished, and wants Jimmy to clean up and go. Not super-rude about it, but very direct, with a story about a buddy’s bachelor party, and a half-hour to get there.
When Jimmy gets home, he checks out the online hookup boards, somewhat out of force of habit, somewhat out of frustration that total time spent actually inside his body, was far less than he’d hoped for, still dreaming of meeting a guy like his first boyfriend, who could last as long as Jimmy could. And he finds that the guy had actually just posted a new ad, literally as soon as Jimmy had walked out the door, by the timestamps.
Jimmy was kinda pissed. If the guy had just said, I’m done get out, it would have been one thing, but to make up some silly song and dance, it bugged him. But Jimmy was also kinda worried. He’d wanted to play safe, but hadn’t been able to call the whole thing off (his own fears kept him from even speaking a word on the subject), when the guy wanted to go bare….and if he didn’t want to cum inside Jimmy, was he going bare because he was trying to spread something, and holding off busting the nut, so he could stay hard inside as many guys as he could, spreading some sort of misery out of revenge or joy-at-being-in-a-town-where-no-one-knows-your-poz?
So, he fired up another email account, and responded with a set of pics designed as a honeypot, and sure enough, the guy took the bait. Torn between confronting the guy, which he suspected wouldn’t go any further than the guy deleting the accusation-email, and trying a new posting with different wording and pictures, and trying to do something, he decided the best solution was to occupy the guy’s mindspace and time, keep him off the market for a couple of hours at least.
Using what he’d learned from his visit, the honey-persona talked dirty and self-degrading, promising and implying a near mythical fucktoy of a just-legal-boy, for a selfish top. When it came time to do the actual meeting up, Jimmy figured he would at best be able to make one delaying-email, “traffic is crazy” kind of thing, to keep the illusion going. But sometimes the universe works out in a twisted way, and just as Jimmy was getting ready to send the first shine-on, the guy delivers the opportunity for his own mindfuckery…he sends an email, saying he just needs to step out of his room for two seconds, and to wait if he doesn’t answer. So, Jimmy holds off for a few more minutes, then sends a pissed off email, accusing the guy of playing the honey for a sucker, with extra stingers of desperation-for-it-to-have-been-real on the honey’s part.
He didn’t post a third ad that night.
Now Jimmy just has to wait 4-6 weeks, get tested, and see what was really going on….