What was your biggest surprise during a hook up?

he was raped, and his real name was shia

Morning baby talk - ugh. "Why for Mr. Willy visit my butt hole last night?"

Cringe just thinking of it.

The first time I fingered my girlfriend and found out her pubes weren't silky soft but the same hard hair we guys have.

It came about a week later when I reached down to give my junk a scratch and came up with wiggling crabs under my fingernails.

An large growth on the small of his back.

Extra toe? Moles? Third nipple?

The framed Diana Ross album covers in the living room. He thought they were collectibles.

His teeth moved.

A sexy guy with dark hair and brown eyes. He was in his 20's, lean, fuzzy body, thick meat, a fantastic treasure trail and a furry ass crack. He also had a vestigial tail. It was stubby and tapered. It was fleshy to the touch, and didn't have bone inside it. He could twitch it, but he couldn't wag it around like a dog or cat. Needless to say, I was complelely turned on by him and the sex was epic. Wish I hadn't lost touch with him.

Finding out the next morning he was married (to a woman). Don't like doing that.

A foreskin that would not retract. That was the first and last time.

Guy had only 1 leg.

I fucked around with a guy about five years ago. We did it all. One day he was in the bathroom and something was peeking out of his pants pocket on the chair. It was a priest's collar. Yes, he was a priest; he admitted as much and that's where the fucking stopped.

R2 and R9, I'm not sure whether to believe either of you...!!!

One guy I was trying to hook up with, who was about 6'3" and had all the indications of being "hung" or at least respectably endowed, ended up being the smallest dick I've ever seen in my life. It was literally about 3" long and *maybe* 1" wide when fully hard. In his defense he warned me about it several times when we were out for drinks, but I thought he was joking around.

Another guy was covered in body acne, severely bad. I'm talking there were open scabs everywhere with wet puss. I told him I wanted to get some condoms out of my glove compartment, and then just left.

Another guy had a diaper fetish he developed after being injured in the military and had to wear adult diapers. He neglected to tell me he was turned on by soiled diapers. He saved them all and they were scattered around his apartment. There was also a shit stained baby playpen with toys in his living room. That was another one I had to just flat out turn around and leave and didn't even give him an excuse.

Priest...check. First hookup...check. Missing hand...check. (Was drunk when we went home from bar.)

A guy I spoke to online said he had "a few tats". I said no problem. He came over, and it turned out he was covered literally everywhere except his hands, feet and face. Every single inch of him was inked, including his dick and balls. (There's a term for this sort of overall coverage, but I can't remember it right now.) And as if that wasn't freaky enough, he had maybe two dozen piercings, including four or five scrotal piercings.

I couldn't go through with it. He was upset with me, but I'm sorry. What right did he have to be pissed at me? He misrepresented himself. I got the feeling that he was frustrated because he couldn't find anyone to have sex with him, but he made this choice. This very bizarre, time-consuming and expensive choice.

After reading some of these, I consider myself fortunate and date rather than have hook ups. I may have less sex than most others, but I'd hate to have encounters like this, even one.

Dad?

One of the guys I get massages from only has one ball.

As I ran my fingers through his hair, I realized it was a wig.

the Bolivian bellhop pulled out and only the ring of the condom was left around his base. it was my last hookup (and my last Spring Break in South Beach as well).

this was the trip that earned me a nickname that stuck throughout college and grad school: "Queef"

I fear that, R21.

Was at a bar. Met a really cute guy. We drank and laughed and drank and talked and drank and he came to my apartment. We went to the bedroom. He started taking off his clothes and....he was wearing some type of 'body girdle'. As he was removing it he told me he was once morbidly obese, had lost several hundred pounds, but couldn't afford to have surgery to remove the excess skin. The skin was hanging at least 6in from his arms and was drooping from his chest and stomach. He looked like raw dough with tons of wrinkly flesh. I was in total shock and thought I'd be sick. I apologized and said he'd need to leave. He was pissed as hell and asked if he could use my bathroom before he left. Several minutes later I heard a loud noise and I threw open the bathroom door. He was on the floor, my medicine cabinet was open, and my Xanax were all over the floor. I grabbed my phone and started recording him and told him I was calling 911 if he wasn't out in 1 minute. I followed him to his car and recorded his tag #. This is a true account of the most bizarre hookup I almost had. FML.

The guy who wanted to prove how strong he was and picked me up while fucking and dropped me. That was a mood killer. Next time make sure your hands are not lube covered you idiot.

Dios Mio!

One ball. However, I didn't even notice it until he told me. On another occasion, one tiny ball and one very large ball - that was strange for sure. On another occasion, NO HOLE IN THE HEAD OF HIS COCK!, it was on the underside of his dick right where the shaft meets the head. That grossed me the fuck out, but I carried on like a trooper so as to not be rude.

Brought home a guy from work. We drank and laughed and flirted. We ended up in bed and he fucked me. The sex was good though somewhat mechanical.

As we were getting dressed he told me that he had never been with a guy before. I should've just kept my mouth shut but I asked him what was it about me or the situation that made him decide he wanted to be with a guy.

He said "I had fucked two sisters before but never a sister and a brother. I went to college with your sister and I fucked her a few times".

R28 wins so far.

r19 wins, haha

[quote]The guy only had one ball

You hooked up with Hitler?

Turned out to be a thin woman...gorgeous, small breasts, short hair. Anal bottom, she was, didn't discover til showering next morning late - it was a Sunday morning post-brunch. Quite a shock though I did her again from behind in bathroom. Hard, if you must know.

A John who smelled like vomit and athlete's foot.

He neglected to tell me he had a sleeping disorder. The next morning he would not wake up no matter what I did and I was due to leave town. My friend who as traveling with me came to get me and this guy was still asleep. My friend looked at him and said he questioned my taste. He woke up just in time for us to leave town.

Short Brazilian guy, great body and an 8.5" cut cock. I don't know how he had enough blood in his body to get that cock hard. Fucked me, blew his load, stayed hard, Fucked and came again. HOT.

God this is a fun thread. I spit soda reading R28's post.'

r27, I hooked up with a guy with that same dick-hole problem...It was weird. I also had sex with a a 3-balled dude one time. His load wasn't as big as I had hoped.

That is actually a fairly common condition nowadays, r27. It is caused by pesticides.

That after fucking back at place like cats in heat, he asked me to stay so he could order in chinese food. We smoked some weed, had some wine, and he was very cuddly-affectionate. The food arrived and while we ate we talked aboit music, philosophy, current events and he was very funny. I had just wanted a cum n go, so when it turned this way I started out just being polite. Then we played video games and were stoned and laughing, then he started kissing me very passionately, slowly, and gave me a 30 minute back rub. I was so relaxed. It was bliss. Then we took a shower and he toweled me off, I him, and we went right back to a loop of eating and fucking till sunrise. It was AMAZING and more so because I totally didnlt expect that.

The first time I ever hooked up with a guy I was excited but scared he might try to hurt me of kill me. I'm thin swimmers type body and he was ripped. Took a pair of scissors in his house; they were in my back pocket.

Had sex. I went home. Woke up the next day and yelled: OH FUCCCCK!

I had left them at his house....in his bed... under a pillow. I NEVER saw him out again.

I had sex with a handsome guy, very masculine. It was a Sunday morning, he got up early. I was still sleeping. He went into the bathroom for about an hour. When he came out. He was in full drag. Almost looked like a woman -- and a pretty one.

I was shocked. We had sex anyway, I went into him.

Does that count as having sex with a woman? Don't know whether to see him/her again. (It was last weekend.) Any thoughts, please?

R41 Sounds fun. Who cares if he plays dress up and likes being a chick with a dick. as long as the sex was great who cares about labels.

R41, if you liked him you obviously need to see him again. I have no insight about the drag thing, though. Just do what feels right. Little role playing never hurt anyone. I'm sure you'll get the trans-haters telling you to ditch him.

[quote]That is actually a fairly common condition nowadays, [R27]. It is caused by pesticides.

A hole in the side of a dick usually means the guy has a pierced dick, the jewelry was worn through the side hole and the cock hole.

It sounds as if the guy recently stopped wearing the piecing. Sometimes the hole never closes up, same with nipple piercing holes, even when people stop wearing nipple rings, the stretched out holes remain.

Pesticides? Are you serious?

I knew a guy whose hole was on the bottom of his dick too,R44. And that was long before piercings and we were both quite young. I used to make him pee in front of me cause it fascinated me so.

Depends....

R41 reminded me of one of my experiences when I was a young and impressionable 20 something here in NYC. It was the mid nineties and I was going out every night of the week dancing my ass off, having a great time. I would see this one drag queen, known for the live goldfish she kept in her tank like bra, at various places and she'd always flirt with me. I didn't think much of it because drag queens are professionally flirty and I didn't think much of myself for anyone to be interested in. Anyway after a handful of these encounters I got drunk and ended up back at this drag queen's place. We were making out and she asked me if I was turned on. I said I wasn't really into women. She disappeared for a while and came back as a boy. He asked if that was better and I said, much. He teared up a bit and explained he was moved because no one really like him more as himself. Then he sat on my dick, bare. I was a bit terrified with AIDS and it still being the mid nineties but everything was ok. That drag queen went on to become one of the Beekman Boys.

Met this guy at gay bar on a Saturday night. Good-looking, friendly, affectionate. He had his own apartment nearby. He lived alone. He told me he did social work and that he had to work in the morning but he still wanted me to come over and stay the night. We had a wild night of sex. Woke up in the morning. He told me he was going to get ready for work. Okay. His bedroom door had been open all night since he lived alone. As he was getting ready for "work," he closed the bedroom door to get his clothes that were hanging on the back of the door.

Yes, one of these items of clothing was a priest's collar. WTF?! "Your a priest?" Yes, and I have to go to work. But you told me you did social work. Well, I said that because I didn't think you'd come home with me.

Long story short: We had sex for the next three months. He was hot as hell in bed. Worked out body, beautiful intact cock, great kisser. The diocese eventually caught onto his act and transferred him to a rectory where he was not allowed to have his own apartment. But it was great while it lasted.

[R44]

It's called Hypospadias and is not that uncommon.

The guy had Reba McEntire cardboard stand-ups of her all over his apartment. There had to be at least 20 of them and most were in his bedroom. Now dont get me wrong, I like Reba and all just not her smiling face lit up by moonlight in the dark while trying to stay hard as the guy sucks me.

i dated a dude with a variant on the "hypospadias"- normal hole at the end of the dick and another, larger, hole, slightly beneath it. they both leaked precum. first few times were in the dark, so i didn't notice. then came to meet him for lunch one day and gave him a blow job in his office. i couldn't go through with it because i got a little freaked out.

problem was, i really liked him as a person so we dated for a few more months, but no more blowjobs from me, and i had to have him hold me from behind as i came so i didn't see his dick.

true story.

One of my better experiences - this guy that was flirting me up online was describing himself - 6"2, blonde, tan, masculine, discreet, baseball player build, 8.5" dick, yadda yadda yadda. We were gonna hook up in his car too because neither of us had our own place at the time. He also said he was driving a brand new silver Camaro.

So I'm listening to him describe himself thinking he's probably full of shit, and I shouldn't get my hopes too high if he even shows up, let alone if he'll even be interested in me when we meet.

Sure enough though, he pulled up in a new silver Camaro, was exactly as described and super horny as fuck. We had a great time and he was totally into it (actually it went on longer than I was expecting and I was starting to get worn out).

Sadly I never got to hook up with him again though, and he wasn't kidding when he said he was discreet because I never saw him out at the local gay bars or even online anymore.

Hitler had only one big ball Goering had two and they were small Himmler's so very similar and poor old Goebbels has no balls at all!

Macho bodybuilder type. Giant 8x6 cut cock Would never have pinged my gaydar. Total closet case, Super guido.

Suddenly pulls out poppers, sniffs them and starts asking me to breed his ass raw.

I tell him that's fucked up and dangerous. He says he wasn't serious, "just the poppers talking" but then proceeds to take my load in his mouth.

He swore to me after it was over that he'd given blood two months prior and was surprised I was so concerned.

Didn't do anything unsafe, but even the fact that I sucked his dick has me worried. 4 months left until 6 month window is closed.

Three balls. His scrotum was round and not the shape of two balls hanging in it.

College. Friend's big birthday party. Way too much to drink. Chatted with this tall, Nordic Adonis from the Midwest. I thought he was hot, but we had zero chemistry, nothing in common and our conversation was putting us both to sleep. After 5 mins of that, I excused myself and enjoyed the rest of the party. A couple of hours (and several drinks later), I'm getting ready to leave, grabbing my coat and that same fella comes up to me (obviously a bit drunk himself) and asks me if I want to go back to his place to mess around.

Although we seemed to have zero chemistry, there was no denying that he was very good looking and I was drunk and horny, so I said yes. We ended up having a great time in bed and fell asleep after. The next morning, there's a bit of pillow talk. He starts asking me all these questions, but none of them make sense:

"So, you're Muslim and gay? Is your family cool?" (I'm not Muslim)

"I was thinking about majoring in business too. Do you like it?" (I was a theatre major)

Then he called me "Saif". Not my name. But, my friend Saif - who, admittedly looks a bit like me and has a similar build - was at that same party. Turned out this dude totally planned to take my fried home, but ended up with me because he can't tell S. Asians apart. I didn't correct the dude and I never told Saif. Ha.

A guy I had known around and kind of liked finally asked me to his place.

I walk in...and Disney. The whole fucking apartment (I hadn't seen the bedroom yet) was Disney. Figurines everywhere, the art, the dishware, on and on.

After fooling around on the couch we go into his bedroom. Barbie. Barbie dolls and Ken dolls, Barbie toys and accessories all over the place.

I figured oh what the hell because after the Disney crap I knew this was going to be wham-bam-and outta there. Then, when I'm fucking him I grab his hair and yes... it's a wig. And he was in his 20s as I was so it was very unexpected. To his credit he wasn't embarrassed or angry getting caught out and said something like "Yeah well I went bald early and I wear a wig. So what."

I really didn't mind the wig deal but all that fucking Barbie and Disney crap, no way.

"Broken penis".

A dry condom injury (with a girl) allegedly damaged his penis so badly when he pulled it off that his penis was too sensitive even to be jerked off or sucked. He let me try and it did look raw really fast. He wouldn't be fucked either.

And yet he was adorable enough that I still wanted to see him, probably thinking over time I could get him to relax.

We had several dates before the sex incident, but none after, so I always wondered if he just couldn't handle it or if there was something else.

When he slipped on panty hose and asked me to fuck him through a hole he made in the nylon. It just creeped me out. I wanted to bash a lamp over his head and steal his wallet on the way out, but instead I ran out holding back the vomit that was bubbling up in my throat.

Hearing one of his two young daughters call out to him from a bedroom down the hall while we were in the middle of an intense fuck session.

He was married with a 1 year old son :(

He originally told me he was a 28 year old law student...turns out he was really 38

R9 here. In retrospect, I think made a little too much of his tail and that's why I never heard back from him. I wanted to play it cool but couldn't. He must have been wary of freak chasers. A more recent surprise: this summer at a Mykki Blanco concert. It was a free concert in East River park; a musician friend invited me. I really liked MB, he's this genderfuck dirty rapper. Everyone else in the aud was young, like under 25. We were in a crowd where everyone was standing and bopping up and down or outright dancing. This one country looking guy, short with a nice build, kept bopping up against me. Once he turned and said, "sorry man, my balance is off" and winked at me. I saw him later at the smoothie stand and we chatted. He was from Cincinnati. I went back with him where he was staying in Bklyn. We started making out and stripping; he stopped at his socks. I have this thing against sex in socks, so I pulled his off while we're making out, first the right. He stopped me from taking off the left. He said, "I lost my foot in Iraq. You don't want to see it." I said ok, whatever he's comfortable with, but I'm not squeamish. He looked at me hard and then took of his left sock. Attached to his (very scarred) calf was a mechanical prosthetic that he could walk on and control. We went back to doing it; he was really into sucking cock and 69. I paid some attention to his intact foot which turned him on. This time I really tried not to make too much of it. We talked about it after. He told me his prosthetic was the latest bio-mechanical tech and he was a VA test case. I have his # and may see him again.

If you make the guy part android, R62, you have the beginnings of a same-sex sci fi thriller

A guy was eager to hook up with me because he thought I was someone he had met and hooked up with before. I told him I wasn't, and he thought I was kidding. All through it, and it was great, it was evident he really thought I was someone else, and was grooving not just on what we were doing but how it connected to prior connections with "me" - that never happened.

And then I saw him again!

[quote]As I ran my fingers through his hair, I realized it was a wig.

I know that very feeling.

Nazi "action figures".

I hooked up with a guy who pulled out a camera mid-sex and started snapping pictures like a pro. I stopped immediately. He said he would share with other men but he would never show my face. He seemed so confident that it sounded plausible in the moment. And he was really hot, so I continued but without any more pictures.

Turns out he has several photoblogs. My pictures were quite popular. The irony is that he freaks and calls people out when they post "his" pictures without crediting him.

For me it was a priest.

Hook up and then about a week later he was the priest at my uncles's funeral.

30ish, if he was a comic character it would be Clark Kent or Dennis the Menace's father.

It was okay, and he stayed the night.. Had fun in the shower the next morning, but he was dealing with a huge hangover. I offered him ativan and he took it.

Then about a week later, there he was at my uncles wake, a priest.

A hint of eye contact and recognition. His face was purple.

I shook his had as we left the funeral, smiles and eye contact then.

Never saw him again.

[quote]Every single inch of him was inked, including his dick and balls. (There's a term for this sort of overall coverage, but I can't remember it right now.)

Um, yeah. It's called cray-cray.

The guy whose face pic I loved on grindr. We were both staying at the same hotel for a large conference. We agreed to meet in his room and swap head, until he dropped trou and revealed a dick and scrotum with more piercings than most goth chicks have on their entire bodies. Seriously, I was afraid I'd cut my mouth apart if I went down on him.

I said "sorry, I can't do this" but he said "no problem" and dropped to his knees.

Funny thing is he was the nerdiest, most unassuming guy until he revealed the metal shop in his crotch. I can't imagine how he gets through airport security.

Great cocksucker though.

[quote]A foreskin that would not retract. That was the first and last time.

For what? Sex? Are you Margaret White?

R32, um, what?

R35, that's just not a good story. At all.

I took home a deaf guy once. He was cute and I speak fluent ASL so there was a healthy conversation going on between us at the bar. He asked if I was a bottom and I said that I was. However, once we got back to my place, something was really...off. He just kept "presenting" his hole to me and trying to back up on my dick. I was like, "Um, no, not into that. I'm not a top. I told you that." And then, all of a sudden, he pretended to fall asleep. It happened very quickly and there was no way he was really asleep. I was like, "Well, I'm not sleeping next to this guy for the whole night" so I tried to wake him up. He wouldn't budge and he wouldn't move. I swear that I saw him smirk a little at one point as I became more and more exasperated. So, I picked him up out of my bed and then had to put him down because he was so heavy. Then I proceeded to drag him across the floor of my apartment. He was still "asleep" while I was doing this. I then opened my door and dragged him into the carpeted hall. Then I dragged him into the elevator and went to the ground floor. I can only imagine what my neighbors would've thought had one of them run across me dragging an inert body throughout our building. Luckily, it was like 3am and there wasn't anyone around. When we got to the ground floor, I dragged him out. I was placing him sort of out of the way, near a bench when he suddenly popped up, slapped me in the face and then calmly walked out the front door of the building.

Truly one of the most bizarre hook-up fails of my lifetime.

Gee, how does one follow that. Mine was this cute little blonde guy back in high disco. Just dancing for all he was worth, by himself, later with me. So innocent and freewheeling. I went home with him, and we made out a little while sitting on the side of his bed. Then, he reached down and pulled out his toybox. Good God, every contraption and dildo imaginable, none of which I'd ever used before.

Somehow he talked me into my fucking him with the biggest one, but I was scared to death I might hurt or kill him with that thing. No problem, he loved it. Complete turn-off for me up to that point, but I did manage to fuck him (loosely) and leave fairly early.

Small gay city, so I saw him around occasionally, but no repeats. Whew.

R27, there's a guy who did some porn who had a dick like that. It looked like botched surgery.

He had Japanese figurines all around his apartment-- each lit from above as if it were a museum. Great rimmer

Only the head of his dick stuck out. The shaft was inside. Any medical person know the name of this condition?

R78, It's called micropenis. If the person is obese they can lose weight. If that doesn't help or if the person is skinny they will need to have surgery. It's bad for straight men because they can never penetrate a woman. Most gay men with micorpenis are bottoms by necessity.

I live in the French Quarter and if you know the FQ, you know that mice and rats...among other scary things human and otherwise...come out at night. Anyway, I picked up this hot guy with a great body and dark wavy hair at a bar late one night and took him back to my very dark apartment with only a skylight in the bedroom. We fucked around and got really wild and crazy that night til the wheeeeeee hours of the morning. Anyway, we dozed off and around dawn, I woke up feeling something strange and hairy on my ankles. It being semi-dark, I looked down and saw what I thought was a rat and I screamed and yelled "A rat!" and kicked it across the room where it hit the wall with a thud and lay motionless. The hot guy was screaming with fright too and kept saying with relief saying "I think you killed it...it's hideous!" I thought so too until I turned over and got a good look at the hot guy with a formerly full head of dark wavy hair who was now as bald as a billiard ball. End of story..."Top" this, bitches!"

I was a virgin until my early/mid-20's and then started the Grindr thing and hooked up non-stop for a few months until I realized how degrading it was mainly due to this:

A relatively cute blonde guy messaged me one Friday night about hooking up. After a little back and forth, we couldn't work anything out and then he seemed to actually disappear from the site completely. A few days later [I think it was Sunday], he messaged me again and I agreed to meet him at his place. Being that this was one of my very first hookups, I was nervous and scared, so I brought a fucking pen with me and stuck in my jeans in case things got scary [like that would have helped much.]

Anyway, I GPS his address and I notice that I'm starting to see less and less houses and more and more trailers. Turns out, this guy lived in a trailer park. I was about to haul ass outta there, 'cause I figured it might be a demented hillbilly wanting to beat the gay out of me or something, but then he called and said I'd arrived and I should pull in the driveway. I figured I might as well and did just that.

I walked up there and this dude was fucking bald. Totally bald. Looked nothing like his picture. He was sickly skinny, too, and kept twitching like he was really cold or something. He then reveals that his parents live the trailer next door [this guy was early-mid 30', btw] and how he used to have a relationship with a "straight" guy with a really big dick who just went to prison for doing and manufacturing meth, but -here's the kicker - it was fine, 'cause he actually still had his teeth.

Needless to say, I couldn't get it up and I made an excuse about having a long day and got the fuck out. I wasn't gonna put my dick near that, even with a condom. He looked and acting like he was on drug withdrawls himself.

Some awful stories here.

A few months ago, I was visiting from out of town and went to this small town southern gay bar and met this really cute guy. I talked to him for a while and told him my plans for the weekend and that I was going to be taking a road trip. He said he wanted to join me, and we hit it off so well, that I figured sure. I took him back to my hotel room, but noticed he smelled kind of funny and it wasn't the alcohol. He asked to shower first then we fucked pretty much all night. After we were done, we both showered, and I jokingly asked him that he didn't have a gun or knife in this bag he had. He said, in a serious voice, no that he hadn't had a knife since he was kid and couldn't afford one and all that was in his bag were all his life's belongings. We talked a little bit more then when it came to meeting up for joining me on the road trip he told me to meet him at the public library because he's homeless.

Yes, I tricked with two different guys with one testicle. One each, that is, they didn't have a total of one between them both. That would really be a surprise.

R84, That's not unusual or surprising. Many homeless youth are gay. In my city you can always spot them as they congregate outside various bars and clubs in our gay district. They can be identified because they always carry a bag with them as well as they stare down any car that passes by in hopes of catching the eyes of a gay man who will give the a place to crash for a night or two. Most are whores and some are dangerous.

We agreed to meet at his hotel room. I knocked on the door and it was opened by my cousin.

R74 R80 Hilarious! Some of these are great stories.

Glory hole....(okay yes I am a whore) at an adult bookstore (yes I am a whore but in my defense it is small town in WV and this is the closest gay action).

Sitting in the booth and this dick comes through the whole..and keeps coming..it was fucking gigantic...and I blew him for all it was worth. He came like a gusher. He was still hard as he slowly pulled back through the hole...and I wanted to find out who it was because I wanted more. So when I hear him open the booth I come out. There before me was my Sophomore Math teacher. My married Sophomore math teacher. He looked like he saw a ghost when he saw it was me (again small town so even though I have been out of HS for 10 years..he still knew who I was). Before he bolted I just smiled said it was okay..and we have been hooking up ever since...

Back in the dotcom-crazy days, my path crossed that of a very high flyer and sparks flew at first sight. He invited me to his home for dinner, prepared by his butler/chef. Conversation took us downstairs to his media room where he proceeded to “seduce” me by screening one of his favorite films.

As we are sitting side-by-side on his black leather sofa, I decide this is just a hook-up and go for it: grab his hand, then climb aboard and start kissing him, moving down his body as I undress him. As I get to his belt he says something about being vulnerable. I think nothing of it and continue down my path and into his pants. As I have him in my mouth I try to caress his balls but don’t ever make contact.

Soon he takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs to his bedroom so we can finish what we started. Only then in the softly lit room did I see that he had no scrotum. Upon closer inspection: there were no scars so he was “born this way.” I was concerned about the endgame given that he likely couldn't ejaculate. And incredibly turned on by the challenge. Anyway, it was the hottest night ever and sadly, I wouldn't see him – at least not like that – again.

It was an eye opening, mind bending, power-shifting sexual experience. Yes, I am a woman but no longer an imprisoned, straight-jacketed one thanks to him.

I'm so glad I don't have to hook up anymore. These stories are terrible.

Fuck off, R91.

I was partying at Backstreet in Atlanta and picked up this adorable little country boy. We went back to my place and had some hot sex and I nodded off for literally just a few minutes. When I woke back up,there was a terrible smell in my room and he was gone. I started looking around,and discovered he had apparently shit himself and wiped it on my brand new custom made drapes.

R90 lifted that from a Judith Krantz novella.

Went home with this cute guy I always saw out at the bars. His apartment was only a few blocks away in HK. When he opened the door the aptartment was crazy with hoarding. Literally clothes were hung AROUND the room, no sheets on the bed, magazine and newspapers piled 7 feet high. There was one little trail from the door, to the bed to the bathroom. I haven't seen him in a while, but when I did, I'd ask if he cleaned his apartment. Another known actor took me home. His apt on the upper west side was a shrine to him- with pictures, posters, newspaper clips all hanging on the wall. Ughh!

I was taken to the Oval Office.

Flippers.

I chatted this guy at the bar -- very attractive face, masculine demeanor and voice, and a good intellectual connection. When he went to get up from the bar, he fetched the crutches I had not noticed before. Went through with it because I thought maybe he just had a sprained ankle or something. But, nope. The guy had flippers for legs. His arms looked fine and had no other signs of the condition that causes flipper extremities, but yeah.

Not really a physical surprise but something "off" about this guy.

Met him on a hookup site. He's cute, well-built. We go back to my place and he's just weird. Like socially odd. Turns out he was raised as a Jehova's Witness, homeschooled and has absolutely no concept of sex, secular conversations or even social cues.

Very, very weird and creepy. He keeps texting wanting to see me again but I am so creeped out by his weirdness I just can't do it.

The guy in DC who answered the door to a dark hallway, I went in, he looked like the victim of Civil War-era facial reconstruction.

He asked if I was still down for it, I said no, and left.

R99, what do you think had happened to him? Poor thing. He's probably been rejected countless times.

I knew he was married but he had a kid who was old enough to own a cellphone? WTf? Also surprised he let me finger him.

He was a total bottom!!

R100, I don't know. My guess would be some disfiguring illness (like a large tumor or something? I'm not a doctor...)

I feel badly about it - now. But at the time I was 22 and I was freaked out about it. Even if I had stayed, I don't think I could have risen to the occasion though, if you get what I mean.

He wasn't much of a youth, R86. He told me he was 32 years old.

I discovered that he had a severely infected ingrown toenail that was oozing puss right before his boyfriend called. So I feigned moral outrage that he would cheat on his boyfriend and was out of there like lightning.

Mine is pretty tame compared to many of these. Started seeing a guy who was in the corporate world. Really handsome, muscular, great body. One night we go to his place and hook up.

The next morning I'm looking around his place and there's all these romance novels. I ask if he's married, he says no. So I ask if he's really into women's romances. No, he laughs, look at the covers. He is the cover model!!... you know, the dude shirtless riding the horse, or the cowboy working the farm wearing cut-offs only He's basically a less famous Fabio, and was modeling for these covers to make some cash. I guess it's quite the industry. He goes to shows, sweet talks all his fans that are getting photos, autographs, etc.

Which novels, R106?

I cruised a cute guy in a park restroom. We exchanged no words, he followed me into the brush for a sexual encounter. Only then did I discover he was a deaf mute. Hot time and we wrote each other a few notes on a small pad he carried after the encounter.

Damn. I'm jealous, R108. I'm really attracted to deaf mutes for some reason. They look so cute when you see them in groups in the subway.

He wore a turquoise belt.

The anal sex.

I had 2...first was a handsome man I met in Montreal- back at the hotel-he took out his dentures. Second was a guy I danced with in a club, took him home and he took off his prosthetic leg. Total shock about the leg- he danced really well.

I wouldn't remember the names of them even if I heard them, R107. But they were these kinds of covers. (Not my guy on the cover)

The guy had "lobster hands."

[quote]He wore a turquoise belt.

R110. I burnt it. Come back.

Two different guys I made contact with on the internet turned out to be celebrities (well, if you want get technical one was more like a semi-celebrity - not gonna even say his name because you'd laugh)

I meant "want to get technical...."

Camille Cosby's bald head surprised me

Sorry, this is a reverse surprise (although, he never knew I guess). I went through with a hookup even though I had ringworm. To this day I'm still ashamed of myself, but he was one of the hottest men I've ever been with and I wasn't going to call it off. So, I just put a BandAid over the ringworm and went for it. It's not that often that I get to bed a mega-hunk (I can't even begin to describe this man) - selfish whore, I know...

Met him at a bar. Handsome, friendly guy. He had his own apartment. Surprise: He is a priest. Found out when we woke up the next morning. He took a shower and got "dressed" for work wearing a priest's collar. I was still laying in bed. Well, fuck me. Hot sex though.

Spill, r116.

I’ve had two boyfriends with only one ball. Each, that is. Not one in total.

R8 his hair came off in my hand (didn’t realize it was a toupee - you don’t expect that on a 28 year old guy) he freaked out and started screaming and I was completely mortified. I couldn’t see him again after that.

R11 been there, done that, agree, never again. Too bad too, as he was such a hot Aussie guy I met on vacation in Cairns.

R87 awkward to say the least.

He answered the door in a wheelchair but hadn’t mentioned he used one. All of his pics were from the shoulders up.

San Francisco, many years ago. I was at a bar on Geary Street between Nob Hill and the Tenderloin and this really handsome, masculine guy who was out of my league was smitten with me. He invited me back to his apartment in Japantown, where he asked if he could rim me before we did the deed. Sure.

After a few minutes of that, Adonis asked if I'd ever taken a shit in a guy's mouth. No, no, I hadn't. He asked if I'd like to try, said it would be really erotic, etc. I declined.

Three minutes later, he was walking me back downstairs and headed back to Geary Street before the bars closed. He knew what he wanted, but it would have saved time if he'd brought it up back in the bar.

I'm at a bar and start making out with the cute Italian guy.

We're both totally drunk and we take the cab to his place. We make out a little more and we suck each other off. We just lie in bed after that and fall asleep.

A little later I get up to piss and something hits me on my head. t's a HUMAN SPINE hanging from ceiling swaying back and forth. I totally freaked out and think of Texas chainsaw massacre and Jeffrey Dahmer. I'm frozen with fear.

He turns on the light and explains to me that he's thinking to be a chiropractor. The spine was a plastic model and he even showed me his books. He apologized for not telling me earlier but we were really drunk and we were really into it.

We went back to bed but even in the dark I kept both eyes open.

I once rolled a guy over to rim him, he farted and corn niblets shot everywhere.

Picked up a guy at the Monster in NYC. He came back to my hotel. He undressed. He was a hermaphrodite. I sent him Packing , crying.

I once had a dinner date at the old Crazy Ray's In Atlanta. We had gone out several times , and he said he had something to tell me. He showed up dressed as a Woman I fled.

I once went to my apt. in NOLA , with a guy. He woke me up in the middle of the night to Tell me he was a VAMPIRE.

Had a fuck buddy in NOLA , he told me he always wanted to kill someone. He did .

What is up with these guys who have physical anomalies and don't tell you til you show-up? I've had about 3 micro-penises; a guy whose arms didn't move; one who had muscular dystrophy or something; one with half his nose gone; awful, fake toupees; icepick acne scars...

Fuck, I've got a bit of psoriasis and I don'even want to show THAT.

I met a guy at Pride in London in the early 90s. He was hilarious, very witty, and very good looking. I hadn’t been exposed to drugs very much (I was young, remember), and didn’t realise that he was as high as a kite on coke. We went back to his place in a taxi, and he got a phone call while I was in the bathroom. We stripped and started exploring each other excitedly. Then there was frantic banging at the door. His ex- boyfriend was there with his amazingly posh and high friend. They proceeded to have a furious row, and the ex called ME names I would not repeat. I got dressed and made my excuses. The amazingly posh friend apologised for the situation and offered to share a taxi as he was going on to a gay venue near my home. He tried repeatedly in the taxi to persuade me to take him home. “I want to be fucked, darling”. I declined.

R130; I know what you mean! One guy I was talking to for months never told me that he had only one arm, until the actual meet. I don't care that he didn't, it's the fucking dishonesty and teenage boy sneaky routine that really fires me up!

Another guy had a genital wart. I asked him politely, "I'm not going to freak out, but what is that on the base of your dick and balls". He told me he was born with it but I know what a genital wart STI looks like.

Hookup screamed “Fuck that pussy she’s been BAAAD!l”. while being topped. I couldn’t stop laughing and ended up leaving.

Traded blowjobs at a highway reststop with a handsome hairy guy. He was nice, sexy as fuck, and had and big, very thick dick, but he liked me a little too much, too soon. He persuaded to go home to his house for more sex.

And so we went, me following him in his mint antique Studebaker(?) convertible. We arrived at a frozen in time old men's bar in a shitty industrial river town. (There may have been a billboard for "Dr. TJ Eckleburg, Optomotrist") We entered through the bar and he explained that he owned the place: the bar, the adjacent funeral home that was his principal business, and the vast apartment upstairs of pokey little rooms and his grandparents 1930s mohair furniture and antimacasars and hand-tinted photos - a complete time-capsule, every film noir set ever all jumbled together, with antique mortuary instruments mixed in, and a few pistols. He was smitten with me and was great sex inasmuch as I could relax in the surroundings. He insisted we take breakfast in a good hotel and asked if I would come back and stay the whole of the next weekend to meet his uncles and some old guys from his bar and go to a ball game. I did not.

.

Ended up at q guys house and the place was a complete mess—like piles of junk and clutter everywhere. Going up the stairs there was a nasty overflowing litter box. I said I was allergic to cats and needed to leave.

Wow - I was gonna share the story of the guy I took home, only to discover that his feet really stank.

But ... that’s nothing!

New guy. We had a fun hookup at my place. Decided to go dancing that evening. We are enjoying a cocktail, seated on the edge of the crowded dance floor. Next thing I know he's on his knees sucking and slobbering all over my toes and feet. It felt good but damn, I couldn't deal with the public spectacle. I tried to get him back in his chair, to dance, anything to make him stop but he was not having it. I finally went to the bathroom - and out the back door.

R135 Maybe you missed the one where the hookup asked if the guy would shit in his mouth.

A handsome towel fetishist met at a bar in Washington DC who took me to his father's country house in Middleburg, Virginia horse country, not a big Georgian or Nineteenth Century pile but an enormous sprawling Mid-Century Modern thing, not my style but exceptionally well done, every room jutting out into some different part of the gardens and walls of glass and big fireplaces opening on two sides to define spaces, and well furnished. He said a couple of times on the drive out that he liked towels and, not knowing what to think of it, I didn't. He showed me around the house a bit then to his bedroom which had a series of walk-in closets, one of which had stacks and stacks of neatly folded, plush towels, and on a cabinet bags of more towels, still with the price tags. He had towels spread on his bed and liked the feel and texture of them, he said, and he wanted me to fist him "until my ass bleeds on these towels, but first I am going to fuck you rough." Both things came to pass; I feared that that might be a lot of work on my part but his ass evidently bled very easily, and it was just a couple of drops on his white towels which was the thing for him. Interesting and very bright, talkative guy, refined except in bed where he was rough but with a very specific routine, and obsessed with bath towels.

A couple of weeks later I meet an Italian-American bricklayer at the same bar who was all dick and no words, with a rough exterior (because of his small size I suspected) but in bed sweet and talkative and very adventurous in sex. We fucked a few times in the weeks that followed and then I meet him one night for drinks and who should show up but Mr. Towel, who it turned out had been his boyfriend for a year or so and had lived much of that time in the towel house.

he feltched my ass. and then I fucked him. later did I see he was a Tumblr guy, back when that was a thing.

It was high summer and sweltering hot. There was a power outage though thankfully the elevator worked. I went into his apartment and it looked like a great big pink doily. The curtains were pink and ruffled. The walls were painted pink. He had lighted a dozen votives, possibly for romantic reasons. Made the room even hotter. On shelves were hundreds of little dolls. I stayed but don’t even remember what he looked like. In retrospect I suppose, with the exception of his age (early 20’s), he could have been any DLers.

I hooked up with a guy who worked in the same office as I did, but not on my team.

He pulled his underwear off and his cock was purple / black like it had been very badly bruised or something. I asked him what it was and it said it was 'nothing'. I'm a top anyway so it didn't really bother me.

Then we went into the bedroom and he pulled the duvet back to show an under sheet covered in skid marks.

I then left, but I'd worn big Doctor Martens boots and I had to spend ages lacing them up while he made excuses and tried to get me to stay.

About 2 dozen genital piercings in his scrotum and along his urethra. BYE!!

Why do people argue on anonymous forums? You don’t need to save face or “win” because no one knows who the fuck anyone is, anyway. If someone disagrees with you - or starts trolling your comments, just ignore them. I’m so tired of people hijacking threads with stupid back and forth bitch fights that go on and on. So frau-adjacent.

100+ comments in an no mention of "Dat's da suck job?"

One guy had three penises. Fortunately I was able to accommodate him.

R144: Did you post on the wrong thread? None of us are arguing about anything on this thread. We've just been sharing our surprising hookup stories.

R147 yes sorry 😐 - this thread is hilarious and gross

Not a hookup and never will be, but the cute twink who’s been chatting me up (completely g-rated) for two days on Scruff just unlocked his photos for me unprompted, revealing a dozen extreme closeups of his CBT fetish. One is a shot of his junk with about 15 clothes pins attached. Couldn’t block him fast enough.

Met him online, went to his home. Made out for a while, turned him around to lube him. Big gaping wound in the low back!! Said he had surgery few days ago!! Boner killer!!!

R134 WTF is your problem? Sounds like you hit the jackpot and met Mr. Wonderful and didn't deserve him....

another reverse surprise. I had just had a septoplasty and had this metallic splint draped over my nose, but I didn't want to cancel a date with a hottie. Lets just say he handled with more diplomacy than I would have. WHAT WAS I THINKING?

Similar to one above, I was all excited because I was about to hook up with this hot guy who ticked all the big dick boxes -- about 6'2", 180, big dick face, athletic, big hands, big bulge in his sweatpants. I thought the stars had aligned and I was about to experience my first massive cock. Nope. Smallest I've ever seen in person, though he did have massive balls, which explains the bulge. It wasn't just small it was malformed, not even 3" and about the girth of your thumb. He just shrugged it off, didn't seem to have any issues about it, and he did have a great ass that I got to practice topping on (I was really young and inexperienced).

When I was 18 I met on the street a handsome law student who was about 25. We went to his apartment and as he was cumming inside me he yelled at the top of his lungs "I want to make a baby with you!" As I left the building, an old woman was sitting on the outside steps smoking and asked if I was pregnant yet. A few weeks later I was out with my room mate and ran into the law student. After saying hi, my room mate admitted he'd been with him too and asked me if I got the baby-makin' orgasmic cry. It was the dude's thing, clearly.

I laughed, I cried, I gasped. This thread is the whole spectrum of humanity in its rivulets of oddity and joy. Post on. Mostly I’m just laughing hysterically.

I feel so...sheltered. Virginal, even.

R134 what exactly was the problem?

I hooked up with a guy who had one real ball and one fake one because he had testicular cancer.

I hooked up with a guy at a rest stop who turned out to be a professional athlete. He was pretty well known at the time but he's a forgotten has-been now

6”6 guy, handsome, beefy build, micro penis.

yup, butch as fuck and swaggered like a wall of muscle brick layer. hands like lion's paws. tiny button dick and total bottom ( he rightfully claimed that he physically couldn't top)

Apparently, Harvey Weinstein has a wiener that looks like it was sewn back on and no testicles according to court testimony.

Interesting man, painter, 40 something, 15 years older than me. He invited me to his appartment. Shortly after he overdosed. But the door was shut from the inside. He refused to call for a medicine help, and to let me go either. I' d been sitting in that fucking artsy flat till the next morning.

I hooked up with hot masculine dude in Clearwater FL about 30 years ago. Had me fuck him with a hammer ( the handle not the claw). I was repulsed and turned on ay the same time.

r160 hook me up!

He took his teeth out to blow me. Jesus, it was nothing short of divine. And he swallowed like a champ.

I love this thread from 2014 and always re-read it when someone bumps it up. My hook-up days are long over and thankfully were drama-free, but I'm amazed none of you had hook-ups where you barely escaped with your lives.

It would be amazing if someone recognised himself as the other person being described in one of these tales. My favourite is R39 and I always wonder why they didn't go on seeing each other, or if they did.

After listening to a lot of podcasts about people mysteriously disappearing, I’ve scared myself out of hooking up via apps.

I once hooked up with a very well-built, hairy muscle bottom who turned out to be a lot more submissive than I was expecting. I knew he was a bottom but he also wanted to 'serve' me to an extent - washing and drying me after we fucked the first time, then cuddling me on the sofa and blowing me, then we fucked again and he wanted me to punch him. I thought he was joking/expecting something playful so lightly punched his abs but he wanted it harder and wanted to be slapped and spat in the face. I did it a little bit (he was very hot and we had been fucking all day) but I don't think I put as much effort into abusing him as he expected. We went out to dinner and he was perfectly normal, we said we'd want to see each other again but he ghosted.

Why can’t sex be a little intense without a ton on psychoanalysis? I’ve got intense in the heat of the moment and instead of just enjoying, some guys get all weird like you are a freak for not maintaining some unofficial robotic sexual decorum. Sex is supposed to be intense, exciting and a little unpredictable. If you are that uptight, why are you hooking up with strangers?

I totally remember this thread! I love all these old threads being reposted

When I was 16 there was a park where I knew one could hook up with gay men (mid 90s, before the internet took off). I was so horny I would just pick whoever. This nice older man picked me up. He was probably 60. To this day, at 40, the best blowjob I've ever received. We did it in the back of his maroon minivan. So here was a teen getting sucked off by an older man and us both having the time of my life. I was NOT expecting that. He had a huge dick too, but I wasn't ready to deal with that. I still think about him.

R172 Watch out— fraus here might hunt down the maroon minivan guy and bring him to justice on your behalf!

3 come to mind from my early days. I was about 20 met a stunning man at a bar went back to his hotel. He was in the bathroom for awhile. Don't know what he was doing. I lay on the bed waiting. When he came out he had undressed and had on string underwear. A vest and a pair of briefs with string side panels and a saggy crutch. So NOT what I was expecting. I tried hard not to laugh but couldn't contain it. He stood at the end of the bed angrily saying "you're laughing at me," the more I said no, the more I laughed. He told me to fuck off out of his room. So I did. Another time I was fucking a guy from behind when he suddenly started howling loudly like a wolf. I finished off as quickly and left without asking for a telephone number. Number 3. A handsome Canadian guy took me back to his place. Thing we're going splendidly then he said he had a little fetish and would I mind. At this point I'm lying naked under him. I hesitatingly said "erm, I suppose...." He reached down and pulled out from under the bed the biggest pair of scissors I had ever seen. I froze absolutely fucking terrified. I seriously thought he was going to murder me. Instead he grabbed my pubes, cut off a handful and stuffed them in his mouth and began furiously chewing. He said it was the only way he could come! He shot his load munching on my pubes but an absolute dick wilter for me. Am now in a long, long term relationship and so grateful for our vanilla sex life.

I have no fear of fraus, R173. But thanks for the warning!

R174 I can't quit laughing at number three. I would have been terrified!!

Jesus. R174 for the win, and the others take some beating.

He was a big time Mormon.

Picture it... Staten Island. 1997. I am a horny, closeted, handsome and impressionable 16 year old with a brand new drivers license and a computer with AOL in my bedroom. I had been having hot and heavy chat room convos thanks to the “statenislandm4m” chat room and I was ready for the real thing.

Nervous as hell, I agreed to meet this guy late at night (before my 11 o’clock curfew of course) at his house. This being 1997, he didn’t have a picture (sorry, no scanner!) but the way he described himself sounded exactly what I was looking for: 30 years old, Puerto Rican, big dick. I arrive at his house praying “please don’t let him be an ax murderer”. He opens the door and looks nothing like he described. He was dumpy, clearly older than 30 and not cute. But being inexperienced and super horny, I went in the house with him figuring at least maybe I’d let him blow me.

We go down to his finished basement and what I see makes my eyes go wide. Crates upon crates of records. A full DJ setup. Full sized arcade machines. Being a budding DJ and arcade enthusiast, I was speechless. He explained to me that his brother was a DJ for years but had moved to Florida and couldn’t take all the equipment and records with him. The arcade machines were also the brother’s.

Long story short, I got naked and did whatever this guy wanted me to in the hopes of getting my hands on those records and the arcade games. I was semi- disgusted. The guy had yellowing teeth and his belly button was full of lint. I didn’t care, I was getting those records come hell or high water. Sure enough, a few weeks later I returned to his house WITH MY DAD (I needed the family mini van to transport my newly obtained goods) to spirit off some crates of records that the ugly hook up said he’d be happy to let me have. And thus I learned an important lesson at 16... if someone has something you want, sex is a great way to get it from them!

"OMG! Dad?? What are you doing here??"

OK pube muncher has won this thread, I honestly don't think there needs to be anything else added!!

Well there was the time I followed a hot guy into the bathroom at a gay bar. He pushed me down to sit on the toilet, unbuckled his belt, unzipped and whipped out a very nice looking large semi-hard cock. He shook it at me and. I started to lean towards him to suck it when I suddenly felt wet.

He was pissing on me. Fully dressed. I just looked up at him smirking and watched his stream go all over me. When it stopped I pulled out my own cock and started jerking off looking up at him. It started again, with him aiming at my dick.

I came. He went.

Then I had to pull myself together, walk through all the way through the bar and get back to my apartment in soaking wet clothes. I’d never done anything like watersports before and this was quite the introduction.

Surprise?

Anal!

R174 How mortifying!!!

Hot, r172

Yuck, R166.

I made a hook up though an ap with a 30 something black dude in Geneva Switzerland. We met at his room at the Hotel Richemond. After sex we chit chatted and he told me he was a Nigerian prince. Well it seemed plausible so I just took that in stride. When I got home I researched him and his brother is a millionaire tribal king in Nigeria. Nigerian princes are real!!

In 1998 I had an encounter with a NYC detective. He was butch and hot. I was 32 at the time and he was probably about 52. He came to my apartment but it turns out he just wanted to SPANK my ASS. Oh well. I would have preferred to have HOT sex with him.

He was covered in THICK body hair from neck to feet. It was like a rug. And he blew his load all over the sheets before getting anywhere near me.

R182, if someone had ever done that to me, I'd have punched him in the balls so hard, he'd have blacked out.

Watersports, my ass.

Nobody would choose you to do that, R190. If the anecdote is real, the top pisser chose wisely - both parties enjoyed it.

How good the sweet asshole and cum of a Mexican man tastes. So, fuck, of course I had to marry him.

I went back to a guy's apartment to fuck him, only to discover that his entire back was completely covered in "bacne". I'm not talking just a few zits, I'm talking completely covered with them and they were huge. Many of them looked like they were about to burst open with puss. I just told him I wasn't feeling well (which was true, I was about to throw up after seeing that) and said "maybe another time, sorry" and promptly left. Thankfully he seemed to have taken the hint and we never spoke again.

Why didn’t you offer to pop them for him, R193?

It’s hard to reach back there!

He was a priest. I didn't know. He had his own apartment. Met him in a gay bar. Handsome man, hot sex with a beautiful intact cock that I sucked all night.

^^I should further explain about the priest I mentioned in R195.

It was a Saturday night. I spend the night at his place. He lived alone. The next morning, we woke up and had sex again. He took a shower while I stayed in bed, He came back into the bedroom and told me he had to get ready for work. I thought it was a bit odd that a grown middle aged man had to work on a Sunday. But I was young so I just accpeted it. He put on his black slacks, T-shirt, sock and shoes, and then he partially closed the bedroom door to get one more item of clothing: Hanging on the back of the door was his priest collar. I saw the collar and and went into shock. He wasn't going out to say Mass, he was going to some old folks home to visit with the elderly who couldn't make it to church on a Sunday morning. I was stunned. But after I got over my surprise, I went back to his place a couple of times a week for the next couple of months and continued having hot man-to-man sex. He eventually got transferred. His church diocese superiors were onto him. Nice guy, but he wasn't going to deny himself living his best gay life as discrete but as best he could.

It was fresh lube, R193.