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Scary hook-ups and one-night stands

Ever picked up a guy or messed around with someone who ended up creeping you out later? Someone with violent tendencies that you wanted to get away from ASAP? Someone you regretted ever bringing back home or riding back in a car with?

Post about your scary hook-up/one night stand experiences here.

by Anonymousreply 344February 26, 2020 4:50 AM

I almost left somewhere with a creepy guy, who wasn't creepy at first. I thought better when he invited me back to his place and asked me if anyone knew if I was at the bar we both went to.No and his name was not John Wayne Gacy.

by Anonymousreply 1February 27, 2014 10:04 PM

My partner and I picked up a 23 year old would-be dancer at a local club. We're 50-something. Yes, alcohol was involved on both sides.

Anyway, my partner passes out and so the trick and I continue playing around. We end up later on drinking Jack out of the bottle on my patio. The conversation turns to religion and I, being wasted, went on about what I thought about evangelical Christians. It started turning ugly and I suggested it was time he left. I walked him to the gate (gated condos) whereupon he punched me in the face and slugged me in the ribs, cracking one (or two?).

Good Christian boy.

by Anonymousreply 2February 27, 2014 10:18 PM

Yes, but it's in a similar thread that's a month or two old, and I'm not going to repeat it. Google "biggest cock NYC."

by Anonymousreply 3February 27, 2014 10:33 PM

Herb Baumeister owns this thread. And his victims still haunt Fox Hollow Farm.

by Anonymousreply 4February 27, 2014 11:18 PM

I finished that story thinking you and your partner were the creepy ones, r2--not the kid.

by Anonymousreply 5February 27, 2014 11:24 PM

I'm not defending it, r5. As I said, alcohol was involved.

It's not like we stalked him all night, either. We didn't even buy him a drink. We talked for a few minutes on the bar patio and it was getting near closing time. I just asked if he was come over as we were leaving.

He was a dancer. It's not like it was his first time at the rodeo.

by Anonymousreply 6February 27, 2014 11:54 PM

Tales from the tricks!

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by Anonymousreply 7February 28, 2014 12:03 AM

What a sordid life r2 lives.

by Anonymousreply 8February 28, 2014 12:14 AM

I love this threads potential. I don't think any of my hookups have been that creepy.

by Anonymousreply 9February 28, 2014 12:18 AM

You've got that right, R8. Don't bother feeling you have to explain yourself, R2/R6.

R5 obviously is one of those sex-aversive moralists who couldn't get laid in a whorehouse.

R2 should have had the cunt arrested. But R5 finds a gay man who is assaulted and seriously hurt "creepy."

That makes two cunts.

by Anonymousreply 10February 28, 2014 12:20 AM

A kid stole my phone while I was walking my dog in the park, and the rest is history...

by Anonymousreply 11February 28, 2014 12:21 AM

So far I am noticing a trend of older guys having incidents with the much younger men they pick up....

by Anonymousreply 12February 28, 2014 12:28 AM

Picked up a hustler a few years ago at that AVS next to McDonalds on 34th & 8th...the one that no longer exists that had that Stairway to Heaven. Black bodybuilder type with a wifebeater showcasing his muscles on muscles, and he had and humungous cock he kept flashing at me. The perfect storm. We snuck into the back booth together to get to work. I'm a pretty classy guy when it comes to business, so I always pay first. I took five $20s from my pocket and slipped them in his jeans pocket. I then began worshipping his body, muscle upon muscle. He then pulled a knife on me and demanded all my money. I gave him the rest I had, and he told me that if I didn't want to get hurt, to stay in the booth for five minutes after he left.

by Anonymousreply 13February 28, 2014 12:32 AM

I can't believe it turned out that way, R13.

by Anonymousreply 14February 28, 2014 12:34 AM

Are you being facetious, r14? Not all hustlers are going to rob you. I've had many hustler hookups in AVS's, and most have been positive experiences.

by Anonymousreply 15February 28, 2014 12:37 AM

[[quote]] Ever picked up a guy or messed around with someone who ended up creeping you out later? Someone with violent tendencies that you wanted to get away from ASAP? Someone you regretted ever bringing back home or riding back in a car with?

OP, this is the DL,your post describes 2/3 of the people here.

by Anonymousreply 16February 28, 2014 12:40 AM

HIV positive, no doubt.

by Anonymousreply 17February 28, 2014 12:41 AM

[quote]I'm a pretty classy guy when it comes to business....

Clearly.

by Anonymousreply 18February 28, 2014 12:42 AM

Yes, being totally facetious, R14. But I don't seem as experienced as you in the elegance and meaning of the hustler experience.

by Anonymousreply 19February 28, 2014 12:43 AM

LOL, R18.

by Anonymousreply 20February 28, 2014 12:47 AM

Only two towels!

Only frozen turkey meatballs!!

by Anonymousreply 21February 28, 2014 12:59 AM

r2 why do I get the sense there are some details you left out?

by Anonymousreply 22February 28, 2014 12:59 AM

This thread is useless without mug shots.

by Anonymousreply 23February 28, 2014 1:25 AM

I was attacked in a park at 3am. Can you imagine? What's the world coming to, nowdays.

by Anonymousreply 24February 28, 2014 1:34 AM

OK, less moral proselytizing about people's poor taste in rough trade men, and more about scary-ass man-whores doing and saying scary shit.

by Anonymousreply 25February 28, 2014 1:48 AM

r22 - Not really. I'm sure I said some magic word about Jesus that set him off, but I don't remember.

I live in a red state so there's no shortage of conflicted guys.

by Anonymousreply 26February 28, 2014 2:07 AM

About 15 years ago or so, before I came out, I used to call up Blatino hustlers/escorts whose names and numbers I got from some 800 number you could call and hear local escort ads. Most of these guys were rough trade. I would call them up, and jerk off as they described their bodies and dicks, and what they got into. I would do this on my landline. Some of the guys were wise to what I was doing, my moaning giving me away. One guy started cursing me out over the phone when he realize was masturbating to his voice. I quickly hung up, and thought that was the end of that. He must've had some caller ID thing, which I guess was new-ish back in the lat '90s, and he called me back telling me that he was able to trace my name and address, and that he and some of his buddies were going come over to my place and beat me up. I was living at my parents' place at the time, and was terrified of, one, this guy coming over, and two, outing me to my parents. Nothing ever happened, but I was pretty scared for about a month or so.

by Anonymousreply 27February 28, 2014 2:07 AM

In a bar bumped into a friend of a friend, at the end of the evening he asked for a ride home, it was on my way so OK plus I was deciding if I found him hot or not - good looking but something not quite hitting it for me. So... he's making it very clear that he'd like me to go inside with him when I drop him off. He seemed to suddenly be a bit desperate and that was a real turnoff so I said I had an early start. He got really mad and refused to leave the car without "getting something to show for the night". I ended up having to push him out the passenger door with my feet.

Next day I called my friend and told him what happened, he wasn't surprised, said the guy had a reputation for being a bit unbalanced and liking it rough. A warning would've been nice. About three months later saw him in the news for attempted murder.

by Anonymousreply 28February 28, 2014 2:19 AM

Had a one night stand, I had no intention of getting with him again because he stole $10 out of my wallet plus he seemed a bit unwashed. He started calling my work, this was before cell phones were popular. When the receptionist told him I couldn't be reached he started calling her names and threatening her.

by Anonymousreply 29February 28, 2014 2:22 AM

Creeped me out later? Mostly DURING!

I make awful choices sometimes.

by Anonymousreply 30February 28, 2014 5:18 AM

R27, he must have *69'd you (see what I did there?)

by Anonymousreply 31February 28, 2014 5:42 AM

R12, and your judgemental, frauesque tone is because...?

by Anonymousreply 32February 28, 2014 5:46 AM

Nothing as scary as some of these but a couple situations that could have turned bad.

1 - Met a guy in a bar and ended up going to my car parked a few blocks away to make out. He was a high school football coach in town for a training camp and couldn't take me back to his hotel (I can't remember why I didn't offer my place; maybe my roommate was home?) Anyway, we're making out in my car in a pretty public parking lot near the bars and he's being very clear he wants to fuck me. I'm not much of a bottom and definitely not in my car with no lube or condoms so I kept saying no. He was very determined, forcing his hands down my pants to finger my hole. Luckily I'm a big guy and was able to fend him off and get out of the car and he was so scared of being outed he just walked off. But if I'd been smaller or more intoxicated I have no doubt he would have forced himself on me.

2 - Same bar, different night, picked up an airline pilot and went back to his hotel room. He started to get kind of rough and really wanted me to do poppers with him. Not into that and definitely had no experience with it back in my 20s so I made an excuse and left. That one was probably nothing but I freaked myself out because I hadn't told anyone I was going with this guy and started thinking he could kill me and be out on his next flight before anyone would find me. I watch too many true crime shows...

by Anonymousreply 33February 28, 2014 5:53 AM

Agreed to meet in a local parking lot after chatting. Got there and decided he was decent looking based on the view from my car and proceeded to get into his front seat. Upon opening the door, I realized he had muscular dystrophy and his legs were way undersized. Then, I could see that by my feet were very large pair of black pumps and a rope. He asked me to model the shoes and half jokingly asked if I would have to be tied up to put them on.

I politely told him that I didn't try on used shoes and left the car feeling gross. I thought it would be maybe a quick blow job or fuck. He never mentioned his legs, which I found rude. Who springs that on a person? I will never know if they bothered me or not because the heels, rope and conversation totally freaked me out.

by Anonymousreply 34February 28, 2014 8:47 AM

Would attempted murder and a broken eye socket count? I was too embarrassed to report it.

by Anonymousreply 35February 28, 2014 12:44 PM

[quote]I politely told him that I didn't try on used shoes

MARY!

by Anonymousreply 36February 28, 2014 12:58 PM

Okay, this didn't happen to me, but to a friend of mine. I actually only heard about it for the first time last night.

He'd started chatting with some guy via a hookup app, and the guy got weird right away. He tried to ignore him, but he started leaving him abusive messages, and then texted him a picture of himself in the bathroom, holding a turd in his hand, with the text "LOL LOL"

My friend actually turned his number and that photo over to the police. He had to change his phone number and everything, because the guy was escalating the number of abusive messages. We call him Mr. Hanky now.

by Anonymousreply 37February 28, 2014 1:00 PM

Years ago I made plans to hook up with an escort I met in an AOL chat room. It was all types of shady. I was living in Yonkers at the time with a roommate, so I couldn't have him over, and he wouldn't do an in-call. So we agreed to hook up in his van. We agreed to meet on a pretty quiet, deserted street off Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx. I parked my car, and then hopped into this stranger's van. It was stupid, but he was a muscular black guy with 10 inches, and I'm a slave to this type (see my post above about getting a knife pulled on me in an AVS by a similar type). This experience went well. He fucked my brains out in the back of his van, and he actually became a regular hire of mine. Our subsequent romantic trysts took place in a no-tell motel in the Bronx.

by Anonymousreply 38February 28, 2014 1:06 PM

In the 80's I was a waiter at a Denny's next door to a cheap motel,lots of truckers and transients.One night this 6'4 redneck daddy trucker with a HUGE bulge asked me what I was doing after I got off.Needless to say,I was thrilled and quickly agreed to meet.I went up to his room and we had a beer and smoked some pot,and I was loving the whole scene until I realized that somehow,the atmosphere had changed.He basically quit talking,kept glaring at me and I was seriously contemplating making a run for it!He stood up,whipped out this gigantic cock,started jacking it ,never saying a word.Once it got hard,he motioned for me to lay on the bed,never letting me touch or suck it.I really had misgivings at this point,but was dazzled by the cock so I suppressed them.I dropped my pants(he wouldnt let me get naked) and he proceeded to try to shove that huge thing in sans lube! It was very painful and not the least enjoyable,but I was able to lube him with some spit and he finally got it in.He basically did pushups on me,never touching me with his body or speaking at all,and the SECOND he came he rolled over and told me in a menacing voice to "get out!".I was in pain,bleeding and had no idea what the fuck all that was about but didnt hesitate in making tracks! Very unnerving experience,and to this day I still cant think about it without feeling Id been VERY lucky he didnt hurt me.On a side note,I worked there for 2 years and I got so much dick,far more than I ever did in a gay bar or the baths!

by Anonymousreply 39February 28, 2014 5:11 PM

I've played at being psycho in order to get an easy out after the other guy proved to be a dud. Cowardice can make you do foolish shit

by Anonymousreply 40February 28, 2014 5:16 PM

I found out later that he had hit on my black girl co-worker and she sensed immediately he was strange and declined.Yes,I was afraid,he was a big guy and I weighed all of 165 lbs.

by Anonymousreply 41February 28, 2014 5:35 PM

Years ago, when I was in my 20s, I met a guy in a bar who was really cute and nice. He came off as sweet and shy and after some discussion confessed that he didn't have much experience with guys, but thought I was hot and really liked me.

Well, after some drinks we wound up at my apt., nothing heavy, just some making out and mutual j/o and sucking. All the while we were talking, laughing and I'm thinking "wow, this could really go somewhere".

He didn't spend the night, but stayed late. We exchanged numbers and I was really excited about seeing him again.

The very next day he phones me after work, and asks if I want to hang out. I tell him that on Fridays I played cards with my brother and some friends but he was welcome to tag along. He IMMEDIATELY starts screaming at me, calling me a liar and saying I was "just like all the other fags" and blah blah blah.

I hung up on him and never saw him again.

by Anonymousreply 42February 28, 2014 6:00 PM

Excellent stories.

by Anonymousreply 43February 28, 2014 6:40 PM

Keep these coming. Great stories, especially that one from the former Denny's waiter. Almost seems like a short story.

by Anonymousreply 44February 28, 2014 6:53 PM

Was living on the lower East Side. Took a cab home drunk at around 3am and propositioned the driver. He was tall and Scandanavian looking. When we got in the apt he pulled out a one foot long pocket knife and said "Did you leave this in the back seat?" I rushed to the door, opened it stood outside and asked him to leave. Which he did.

by Anonymousreply 45February 28, 2014 6:54 PM

I was in Amsterdam and walked early evening, when this guy all the sudden walked next to me. He didn't ask for anything, just some few simple questions. I answered and walked away. He kept walking next to me and said he'd follow me to my hotel and I would give him money. I realized he was a dangerous person and I couldn't get away from him. I hadn't told my hotel's name, but it was not very near us. I got scared and kept thinking how to get away from him. A police station somewhere? Nothing. We walked over five minutes, no shops open. Then I saw one taxi, I started to run, he followed and yelled at me. I got to the taxi, sat in and yelled, drive! He drove and I got away. I love Amsterdam, but I was scared. It took some time to cool down in my hotel.

by Anonymousreply 46February 28, 2014 7:38 PM

I could easily have been murdered and disappeared w/o a trace about a dozen times. Dumb-ditty-dumb

This is the problem with gay men being closeted or not being able to find a long-term partner: you have to go out and find sex each time you want it, often with a stranger. I'm not going to call someone and say, "Hey, I'm going to go spend the night with this guy I've never met, in his cabin in the woods. Here's the address. If I don't call tomorrow- call the police."

With all this online hooking up, I'm surprised there's not a murder a day. Perfect set-up for robbery or gaybashing, since gay men always want a ruff stud.

Then again, who's going to report that they hooked-up with a stranger and were asaulted or robbed?

by Anonymousreply 47February 28, 2014 9:30 PM

This thread is making me horny as hell!

by Anonymousreply 48February 28, 2014 10:13 PM

"I'm a pretty classy guy when it comes to business, so I always pay first."

That's the funniest thing I have read in a long time.

by Anonymousreply 49February 28, 2014 10:19 PM

"I really had misgivings at this point,but was dazzled by the cock so I suppressed them."

Wow. I can't believe I just read that.

"On a side note,I worked there for 2 years and I got so much dick,far more than I ever did in a gay bar or the baths!"

Dude, I was with you until that. You just a nasty-ass skank, gurl.

by Anonymousreply 50February 28, 2014 10:30 PM

r27, that must have been scary. Some douchebag was having some perverse fun with you, but you had no way of knowing. He played upon your worst fears - very cruel.

by Anonymousreply 51February 28, 2014 10:32 PM

[quote]With all this online hooking up, I'm surprised there's not a murder a day. Perfect set-up for robbery or gaybashing, since gay men always want a ruff stud.

Actually, the online, pre-hookup communications leave an electronic trail very easily traced by the police. Most people must realize this, which is why you don't hear of too many violent incidents. The old-school, totally anonymous, bar or park pickup is much more dangerous in that regard.

by Anonymousreply 52March 1, 2014 12:55 AM

Was in college. Had lunch with a guy. Was still very closeted. This was before online dating even, it was personal ads in the paper and the associated voicemail lines. This guy I met was also in college. We went to talk more privately in one of our cars after lunch. We both realized we'd sprung wood. Just two horny young college teens. Parking lot was pretty empty. We took a chance, made out, jerked each other off. Went our separate ways. He left me a message saying that the whole thing freaked him out. He wasn't ready to admit being gay; he said he had never felt so turned on and lost control and done something 'dangerous' like that that he normally wouldn't. The whole thing really scared him. He was cute, actually. Masc blonde little pocket frat dude. Kind of looked like Tucker Vaughn when he first started doing porn. Not a peep out of him for months. Figured he was gone. Must have been about half a year later there's a knock on my door. It's him. With flowers. No idea how he found out where I lived. He burst into tears, hugs me tight, tells me he's in love with me. No one was around, luckily - was closeted, got him calmed down and somewhat rational. He had this imaginary version of me in his head that he was in love with. Told him more about myself, showed him that I wasn't the imaginary version of me he dreamed up. Said that I'd be his friend, he could get to know the real me. He agreed, left. But that was the last I ever heard from him.

by Anonymousreply 53March 1, 2014 1:17 AM

That's pathetic but not scary, R53.

by Anonymousreply 54March 1, 2014 1:20 AM

I was so stupid. I tried meeting a guy in an ad from the LA Weekly; he had so many 'demands.'

He'd pick me up after I parked my car on a street corner; back to his place, mutual jacking off, then he performed for me by singing and playing guitar.

I pretended to like the music; he was horrible; he was weird and disconnected.

I kept acting mildly interested; he was not attractive. He drove me back to my car. I got in it, drove off and prayed I'd never hear from him again.

I didn't.

Horniness can make for some awful encounters.

by Anonymousreply 55March 1, 2014 1:24 AM

It scared the hell out of me! He really wasn't right. I'd never had to deal with someone having an 'episode' like that and talk them down. And at that age, as closeted as I was, having him show up on my doorstep like that at my college apartment, when I opened the door and saw him there with flowers it felt like my whole world was about to crash down around me.

I get your point though. No signs of physical violence.

I live in the DC area. Lots of military guys, secret service, FBI, etc. I've had a few guys abuse their access to law enforcement databases to learn about me before meeting me in person. A state cop I briefly dated admitted that the first thing he did when we first met was run my license plates on the laptop in his car.

by Anonymousreply 56March 1, 2014 1:30 AM

Not scary but...odd. I picked up a guy and went back to his place for the night. He was nice and decent-looking - not a model by any means, but tall with a handsome face. Anyway, we get to his place and all over the house are pictures of himself. Him when he was a baby, him in high school, current pictures of him out hiking or on vacation. Not him with family or friends, just him. These were framed and hanging or placed all over the house, not just snapshots stuck to the fridge.

I admit I'm one of those who doesn't like getting his picture taken but I've never seen anyone so pleased with their own image. Strange. I'll give him credit for not making it all about him in the bedroom.

by Anonymousreply 57March 1, 2014 2:29 AM

Yes I was R50,but before aids really hit EVERYBODY else was too!

by Anonymousreply 58March 1, 2014 3:15 AM

Several years ago, I was on a business trip to London. On my first night there, I hit one one of the popular gay bars. Funny enough, the guy that I ending up connecting with was a software designer from California. I wanted to go local , but this guy was totally hot, smart, and very sweet. After a few drinks, we ended up back at my hotel (St. Martin's Lane).

We immediately got down to some hard core fucking. It was really intense. HOT!!! When we were done, he lit up a cigarette. I was in a non-smoking room, and I simply asked him to stop smoking, explaining to him why. He menacingly stared at me and started flicking ashes in the bed. I was a bit dumbstruck. There would be a charge for this which, I did not want to pay myself, and which I could not expense or want to have to explain to my company. I repeated my request a bit more firmly, and then he went absolutely ballistic. He started yelling and screaming at me. He screamed, "This bed is full of lube and cum, who cares about some fucking ashes!". He ranted on and on. He then started smashing things in the room. My smart, sweet, guy was a total psychopath. I couldn't believe that this was the same guys with which I had spent the past few hours.

He was bigger than me so I was physically afraid of him. I was also concerned that if this escalated that it might have some direct or indirect ramifications on my job. I was in shock by his response. In order, to try and calm him down, I told him that I was an un reasonable asshole and profusely apologized. I saw that this approach was working, and I continued along this path. He seemed to calm down a bit, but my sole purpose was getting him out of my room.

While he was getting dressed, he kept berating me for being an "asshole". I did not push back. It was really late, and we both agreed it was time to wrap things up. While he was dressing, I could tell that he w still seething. Once he was finally dressed, I escorted him to the door. As he was leaving, he turned around and slugged me really hard. WTF?? Thankfully, he was standing outside the threshold at that point, and I slammed the door on him.

It wasn't until he was finally out of my room that I all but had a breakdown. When I started to think about what could have happened, it really freaked me out. I've had a lot of random hook ups in my life, but that one was one of the worst because it went so bad, so weird, so quickly.

To this day that experience still freaks me out.....

by Anonymousreply 59March 1, 2014 5:35 AM

Very scary, R59.

by Anonymousreply 60March 1, 2014 6:56 AM

Ugh. I'm so sorry that happened to you, R59.

The way he was testing your boundaries with the menacing look and almost casual flicking of the ash onto the bed....yuck.

Psychopaths like that are terrifying.

by Anonymousreply 61March 1, 2014 7:20 AM

Now THAT is a story, R59. Yikes.

Some o' you other dudes don't even have stories here, let alone scary ones.

R27, I don't understand your situation. You called the number and ... what exactly did the Blatino dude on the other end of the line expect you to be doing while talking to him? Was this not a phone sex line? Was it supposed to be for women only? Some important detail is missing from your story.

R41, to what are you referring? You didn't sign your post--you could be talking about almost any preceding story.

I've had more hookups in the park than I can remember. Two of them ended up with me getting stalked at my day job--which was nowhere near the Park, and I hadn't told either dude where I worked. It was a public place, though, so they just wandered in. But they were creepy. One of them seemed desperate to follow me around after we'd met on a rock one afternoon and made out with our dicks poking out the waistbands of our briefs. His dick wasn't big enough, so I wasn't interested. I told him I was just a slut, and he ought to forget about me. He agreed and let me go. Then he started showing up at my job...

The other dude wanted me to pee in his mouth, which I did on two separate occasions. He also had a small dick. And he was an unhinged racist prone to ranting.

One time I followed a guy on my bicycle who I thought was hot and thought might have been cruising me -- he was definitely cruising other dudes. He was on foot, though, and I inadvertantly made him very anxious because at one point, he wheeled around with a huge stick in his hand and charged at me, yelling: "You are FUCKING following me. I just got out of FUCKING jail. I will FUCK you up!" Ugh. One of the all-time most unpleasant experiences of my life. I don't think the guy needed to react quite so scarily, but I also feel very guilty because I shouldn't have been following him like a creep. Definitely scared the shit out of me. I rode my bike home immediately after that. I had to pass him to get going in the direction I needed to go, and I was really scared he was going to assault me as I went by.

I had a major depressive episode that lasted about a month after that happened.

I'm glad I don't troll Central Park for sex anymore.

by Anonymousreply 62March 1, 2014 7:40 AM

"I ended up having to push him out the passenger door with my feet."

Lol, R28. I am pretty stoned right now, but this is fucking hilarious to imagine. Was the car rolling? Did he just tumble out? Where you wearing giant black pumps you borrowed from a man with muscular dystrophy?

by Anonymousreply 63March 1, 2014 8:10 AM

The most outrageous story on this whole thread is R45.

There are no "Scandinavian" NYC cab drivers.

by Anonymousreply 64March 1, 2014 9:31 AM

This was early 90's. Don't know how many of you know the Sacramento area but at the time Faces was the main club and that's where I met him. He was in the Air Force and visiting some friends in town for the weekend. Seemed like a great guy. Went back to his hotel room and after a very hot make out session and removing all clothing this sexy guy turned into the son of satan. He pile drived me to the ground. his one arm was locked around my neck strangling me while all his weight was suffocating me. It came out of nowhere and I was stunned. He called me a fag and slammed his fist into my left side and at that point I thought I was being killed. I tried with every ounce of strength with him on top of me to push myself off the floor Like a pushup so that I could breath. It was impossible the way he had straddled me from behind. I couldn't roll or move side to side. Something instinctive inside of me took over and as a last resort out of desperation my thought was I'll rip this bastards hide off before I die. I managed to cram my right arm behind me between us and the fact I was smaller and shorter would finally be an advantage. He may have hovered well over me because of his size but it gave me access to exactly what I could go after to do some serious damage. I clawed my way to his nuts while he screamed and grabbed those mother fuckers like a vice grip. I was going to rip them off and if I was dying I was taking his nuts with me to hell. He screamed and finally lifted his body off mine. I was able to finally lift myself a bit off the floor and I gasped for air and immediately took my finally free left elbow and clocked him in the jaw sending him further away from me. He stood up and I screamed HELP so loud it could wake the dead. He grabbed his shit and ran out. I heard him outside the door wrestling with keys and his bealt buckle and then it went silent and I thought he's coming back in so I yelled help real loud again. He bolted and used the staircase because I heard the door open. I was shaking so bad and hyperventilating I didn't know what to do. I got dressed went down to the lobby contemplated calling the cops to file a report but weighed all of that out and decided to just get the hell out of there and go home. Got a cab but waited inside before it arrived. When I go out to the cab I see him standing across the street glaring. I stood at the cab door and gave him the finger and he took off.

I've went over that situation a million times in my head to figure what happened to sparked all that rage and anger. The final conclusion was it was a set up from the moment we met and this guy probably didn't have friends in the area and was some nut job who hated himself for what he was and felt a need to displace all that hatred on someone else. I guess I looked like the perfect victim. I can still see him standing at the club looking so sexy and walking towards me smiling and intorducing himself... Hi, I'm Frank. For the record, I cringe when I hear that name.

by Anonymousreply 65March 1, 2014 9:40 AM

[quote]I clawed my way to his nuts while he screamed and grabbed those mother fuckers like a vice grip. I was going to rip them off and if I was dying I was taking his nuts with me to hell.

ROFL!

Good for you, dude. Glad you made it.

by Anonymousreply 66March 1, 2014 10:14 AM

R66 the thing was it was not a planned move. It just seemed like that primal thing to do to go out fighting. In my mind it seemed like slow motion but things were happening so fast. Honestly, at that point I was suffocating. I had to keep my chin pulled way in to lessen the hold around my neck which crammed my face straight into the ground while his body was crushing me from behind. I was so pissed I didn't have the strength to lift myself up and felt powerless. Thats when I decided before dying I'd get his skin under my fingnails so he wouldn't get away with it. That seems like a scary thought to deal with but at the time my mind was on over load. I wanted to just get even if that makes sense. When I got that arm back there and between us it was just enough room to go for Gold. Hair skin it was all coming off as far as I was concerned. When he lunged fwd those fucken nuts were mine. I swear I wanted to smash his nuts in my hand but when I got them he screamed and let up on his hold and instinctively I jerked up a bit to gasp for air and that took my hand off them. His face was right at my left ear so his jaw needed to meet my elbow at that point. It was a damn good shot to. But I won't lie I was scared shitless. That guy conned me all the way into that room.

by Anonymousreply 67March 1, 2014 10:35 AM

My neighbor in the Village, years ago a slim young Asian guy. picked a guy up and took him back to his apartment. It was a fag basher and the guy almost killed him before he got the door open and escaped naked. He was so cute I should have blown him to help him recover. Didn't even think of it.

by Anonymousreply 68March 1, 2014 10:40 AM

r62, it was a blatino escort line that was advertised in Advocate magazine or one of those rags. The rentboys would leave messages on the line that included their numbers, and potential clients could call the line, pay something like $4.99, and jump from message to message until they hear a profile they like. The potential client would then take down the number and then call the rentboy directly. It was essentially a phone version of rentboy.com. When you call the guys, you're supposed to be asking them questions and making arrangments to meat, not jerking off to them as they describe themselves.

by Anonymousreply 69March 1, 2014 1:45 PM

R69, thank you for the clarification. So he was just upset because you were jerking off and maybe not going to be paying him to meet up with you? What a moron.

R65, I wish you had ripped that motherfucker's nuts off. Or at least called the police. What an evil bastard! Glad you got away.

by Anonymousreply 70March 1, 2014 8:04 PM

Mr. Denny's Waiter and some of the other posters here need to get to work on the Great American Novel! Gripping tales.

by Anonymousreply 71March 1, 2014 8:12 PM

My heart was in my mouth reading (R67). GO YOU fighting back!

by Anonymousreply 72March 1, 2014 9:05 PM

My eldest brother got bashed in a set up.

Some guy pretended to be interested, lured my brother to his house where others were waiting to fight him.

by Anonymousreply 73March 1, 2014 9:28 PM

This aspect of gay male life has always made me uneasy. A good friend of mine was robbed and beaten by a man he brought home; we think a colleague of my mother's was murdered in a similar situation. In my forays into heterosexuality I was very careful about being alone with strange men. Some very frightening stories here -- like another poster, I'm surprised violence doesn't happen more often. Glad all of you are alive!

by Anonymousreply 74March 1, 2014 10:40 PM

Men are more prone to random violence. Everybody should remember that--women, gays, bisexuals, etc.

by Anonymousreply 75March 1, 2014 10:49 PM

It's 10 pm on a Saturday night, boys and girls.

Do you really know who you're heading home with tonight?

by Anonymousreply 76March 2, 2014 1:48 AM

Once hooked up with a guy who was twice my age. He said he was really into wrestling but I didn't care I was just horny so I agreed to go to his place which was a mistake. He didn't want sex he just wanted to wrestle and he had a used, dirty wrestling mat in the basement and he tried to pin me down and choke me. I'm 6'2" so I'm not easily scared but the experience was something straight out of Silence of the Lambs. He really fell into a 'David and Goliath' mode when he saw how big I was (he was much shorter than me) and did everything to dominate me. I said fuck this shit and left. That basement was scary.

by Anonymousreply 77March 2, 2014 2:04 AM

It was the late 80s SF. Met a guy at Collingwood. He drove me back to his place. It was about 5 in the morning. He slid a railroad tie across his door to lock it when we walked in. It was fitted into a kind of bracket at the top of the door. I thought, odd but kind of cool. There was a mirror with two lines on it, tina. I did one. He asked me if I minded if "I do it my way." I said do whatever you want. We were standing in his living room separated by a desk. He kind of acknowledged my approval with a half smile, twirled around and down to the floor behind the desk, plunged a syringe into his arm, retracted it, and twirled back up again. This whole operation happened in like fifteen seconds. I stood there in shock. He led me into the bedroom. I sat on the bed and when he came back in, he was wearing a little slave boy outfit, with chains and a harness, black jock strap, etc. I never took my clothes off. I began to realize what I had gotten myself into as he started seeing me as some other person. He was talking to me, saying "I remember you now." and "I know who you are." He became a little more aggressive but looked so odd in his little outfit that I wasn't really that concerned. He kind of sailed off into another room again, and then I had real cause for concern.

When he came back in, he was holding something in his hand, a machine of some sort. I couldn't identify what it was. All of a sudden, he swooped over to where I was on the bed, pushing me back and forced this machine against my forehead. He whispered in my ear not to move, that what he had in his hand was a nail gun, and that if I did move he would kill me on the spot.

I believed him.

I then engaged in the most grueling 20 minute conversation where I tried to prove to him in a very calm voice that I was not the person he thought I was. He kept the nail gun against my head for about thirty seconds and then moved over to a chair. I felt that while I was talking to him he was becoming more composed after realizing what he had just done.

I've been in scrapes before, but this one took the cake. He finally arrived back in reality and I only remember the relief I felt when he slid the railroad tie away and opened his front door to let me out.

by Anonymousreply 78March 2, 2014 2:23 AM

r77, you can tell us. It was Tom Cruise, wasn't it?

by Anonymousreply 79March 2, 2014 2:28 AM

[quote]He slid a railroad tie across his door to lock it when we walked in. It was fitted into a kind of bracket at the top of the door. I thought, odd but kind of cool.

See, now, that's the problem with being dickmatized!

If you hadn't been so horny, you would've recognized that as a scary and dangerous thing and left asafp!

by Anonymousreply 80March 2, 2014 4:46 AM

None of these creepy encounters ever happened to me in all my years of going to a bathhouse.

Bring back the bathhouse!! It's safe in there.

by Anonymousreply 81March 2, 2014 5:35 AM

I've been very foolish & very lucky. I've never had a super negative hookup.

by Anonymousreply 82March 2, 2014 5:37 AM

A tie between R65 and R78 for scariest thus far.

by Anonymousreply 83March 2, 2014 6:17 AM

I know it's wrong but I love this thread.

by Anonymousreply 84March 2, 2014 9:56 AM

What R82 said. Awkward and regrettable, but never scary or horrific.

by Anonymousreply 85March 2, 2014 10:14 AM

Bump

by Anonymousreply 86March 4, 2014 3:02 AM

"Then again, who's going to report that they hooked-up with a stranger and were asaulted or robbed?"

Somebody with even a slight sense of empathy who would like to prevent it happening to some other guy who hooks up with that stranger?

by Anonymousreply 87March 4, 2014 4:28 AM

Well that leaves out most of the folks posting on this site, R87.

by Anonymousreply 88March 4, 2014 10:18 AM

This one guy hit me and stuff

by Anonymousreply 89March 7, 2014 6:29 AM

bump

by Anonymousreply 90March 9, 2014 11:08 AM

I think using escorts should be legal.

It would avoid a lot of this.

by Anonymousreply 91March 10, 2014 1:16 AM

It's nauseating to read about how desperate some of you queens are to get laid.....kind of pathetic and sad really.

by Anonymousreply 92March 12, 2014 3:24 PM

Scary hook-ups and one night stands??

YES!!!

by Anonymousreply 93March 12, 2014 4:19 PM

I'm a female, but have experienced several encounters similar to the scariest of those I've read here.

I've been date raped during a seemingly innocent "study session" in college. I've had my head held under water and been held hostage by long term lovers. I've run screaming through barrio-esque neighborhoods begging for help and had absolutely no one pay me one whit of attention - in fact, I've watched people shut their windows in my face. I've been dragged by the hair down the street in broad daylight.

Perhaps most embarassingly, when I've gotten the attention of the police, who then ask me to press charges, I've said "no." And then I've crawled right back into the front seat with my lover and driven away.

I guess I'd just like to say that I empathize. And I shudder to think at how anonymous some of your situations were and how difficult it can be when you aren't able to share your sexuality with the world publicly.

There is a huge frau/gay divide on this board, but I think on this front we truly have something upon which we can form a bond. We can be both be victims to those with power, control and shame issues. Your stories here have been truly cathartic.

by Anonymousreply 94March 12, 2014 11:20 PM

Uh, lady, these stories took place with strangers. Nobody got into a car with his "lover" after being beaten and abused.

Maybe you are trolling us.

by Anonymousreply 95March 13, 2014 1:08 AM

What R95 said.

Your second paragraph paints you as particularly nuts. I don't mean to sound all high and mighty, but one bad hookup is not remotely the same as a pattern of abusive relationships and poor judgment.

[quote]I guess I'd just like to say that I empathize.

Oh, FANK YOU BREEDER LADY!!!

by Anonymousreply 96March 13, 2014 1:25 AM

[quote]one bad hookup is not remotely the same as a pattern of abusive relationships and poor judgment.

Hooking up with strangers [italic]is[/italic] a pattern of poor judgement.

by Anonymousreply 97March 13, 2014 1:49 AM

[quote]Hooking up with strangers is a pattern of poor judgement.

hehehe TRUTH!

by Anonymousreply 98March 13, 2014 2:50 AM

Maybe you hook up with strangers a time or two. You don't come back for abuse over and over. Quite different...

by Anonymousreply 99March 13, 2014 3:34 AM

R94 sounds like a hot mess.

by Anonymousreply 100March 13, 2014 3:39 AM

r94 more about the running through barrios screaming please

by Anonymousreply 101March 13, 2014 5:39 AM

still waiting r94...

by Anonymousreply 102March 14, 2014 12:52 AM

R94 needs some S-E-R-I-O-U-S help.

ASAP.

by Anonymousreply 103March 14, 2014 12:57 AM

R94 is a guy. Just trolling.

by Anonymousreply 104March 14, 2014 9:21 AM

I'm a bi woman, but after reading these posts, I think there should be an app / service for folk to be able to safely register their details so they can do a one click satellite pin of their location on a hook-up. There could also be an optional feature where if you haven't entered a code word / checked in after a pre-approved time, authorities could be alerted. It wouldn't cover all contingencies, but a little like hikers do before venturing into the great outdoors, there'd be a way to trace someone if disaster strikes / they go missing. And the knowledge someone has access to that sort of protection might serve as a deterrent.

I realise there's privacy concerns, but if it was run by a trusted organisation and had clear data protection limitations... Well, anything to keep y'all safe, right?

Just a thought.

by Anonymousreply 105March 14, 2014 11:10 AM

R94, did you at least do well on the test after the study session?

by Anonymousreply 106March 14, 2014 11:25 AM

R105, there IS such a provision in place.

It's called TELL SOMEONE.

Tell your friends you hooked up with a loser who might kill you.

Tell your friends you're heading out for a hike and if they don't hear from you then call the police.

It's called common sense.

by Anonymousreply 107March 14, 2014 12:27 PM

Well, yes, [R107] but for those who're in the closet, away from home, don't want to disturb a friend / relation at 3am...?

Hey, one night hook-ups really aren't my thing. But nor do I judge people for whom it is. Was just trying to think if there was a way to make people safer. There are apps etc that can hook people up - so why not one that helps look out for them too.

by Anonymousreply 108March 14, 2014 12:58 PM

[quote]Well, yes, [[R107]] but for those who're in the closet, away from home, don't want to disturb a friend / relation at 3am...?

Then maybe it's not worth the risk.

by Anonymousreply 109March 14, 2014 1:02 PM

"Register?" The internet, cellphones and computers should NEVER EVER be the default for SAFETY. Telling people is the best way to save your own life. Don't go to a strange city and invite a killer back to your room. Don't go to a stranger's place without letting someone know where you are going. If you are willing to hook up WITH total strangers, then you are willing to risk your life in many instances, anyway. So, really, the question is if it is worth the risk.

by Anonymousreply 110March 14, 2014 1:18 PM

I met some guy on Grindr on my last night during a beach weekend with some friends two summers ago. It was quite late and I met him at a house he was sharing with some friends. As soon as I got there, I quickly realized that there was nowhere for us to hook-up besides the room he was sharing with someone (who was already asleep), so I suggested we go to my friend's condo where I was staying in a room by myself. My friend whose parents owned the condo, was still out and my girl pal/fag hag was beached out in front of the TV in the dark watching an episode of CSI (something which I later found hilarious). This guy was very cute and frisky and pretty soon we were fucking like rabbits. But something was off. He kept tightening her grip around my throat. At first, I was like, "Okay, that's fine. A little rough, but whatever." Then he started outright choking me WHILE he was still fucking me. Basically, choke-fucking me. I blacked out and came to and he was still fucking me. I was very drunk and sort of out of it, but I remember telling him to stop. He went for my throat one more time and then I was like, "Okay, that's it. This is over. Get out." He quickly got dressed and went home.

A little while later, I ran into my friend whose parents owned the condo in the kitchen. I was getting a drink of water and he had just come home from tricking himself. He was like, "What the FUCK?" I didn't know what he was talking about so he pushed me in front of a mirror in the living room. There was massive bruising around my neck ALL OVER. Bruises in the shape of fingers, a palm, a hand, fingertips. My neck literally looked worse than bodies discovered at the bottom of rivers having been strangled to death. It really freaked me out. My friend took a picture of it with my phone and I sent the picture to the guy on Grindr. His response was "Yikes. Lol" Then he blocked me and disappeared which makes me think that he had probably done something like that before and would probably do it again.

When I got home from the trip, I showed my neck bruising to a friend of mine who is a doctor and he said that the bruising was indicative of the kind of strangulation that can result in death. When the hyoid bone is broken while being choked or strangled like that, you die instantly. He said the pictures of my neck look similar to post-mortem photos of murder victims he had seen.

by Anonymousreply 111March 14, 2014 4:13 PM

R111, was he hot at least? Did he have a nice cock?

by Anonymousreply 112March 15, 2014 4:29 PM

R111 found Mr. Goodbar.

by Anonymousreply 113March 15, 2014 4:34 PM

Omg r111. That is horrific. Are you wearing turtlenecks now?

by Anonymousreply 114March 15, 2014 4:43 PM

[quote]It was about 5 in the morning. He slid a railroad tie across his door to lock it when we walked in. It was fitted into a kind of bracket at the top of the door. I thought, odd but kind of cool. There was a mirror with two lines on it, tina. I did one.

r78, why would you snort some lines at some stranger's house? Could have been rohypnol or worse. So many red flags. I'm glad you're ok.

by Anonymousreply 115March 15, 2014 4:54 PM

[quote]But something was off. He kept tightening her grip around my throat. At first, I was like, "Okay, that's fine. A little rough, but whatever."

{quote] He went for my throat one more time and then I was like, "Okay, that's it. This is over. Get out."

R111. "Okay, that's fine. A little rough, but whatever." WTF??!! What the hell took you so long to put a stop to this? Even you said at the very beginning: "But something was off."

by Anonymousreply 116March 15, 2014 5:07 PM

Looking for Mr. Good Bar, fellas ?

by Anonymousreply 117March 15, 2014 5:21 PM

r94, Become celibate or join a convent

by Anonymousreply 118March 15, 2014 6:32 PM

r111, Have you reconsidered the need for the random sex with strangers hook-ups? Perhaps you should just invest in a box of chocolates.

by Anonymousreply 119March 15, 2014 6:36 PM

Let an older gentleman pick me up in the gay dance bar in Charleston in 1976 because I wanted to see his historic house.

When we got there the walls were all covered with dolls and lace and I freaked out and ran out.

I never made it into Charleston society that summer.....

by Anonymousreply 120March 15, 2014 9:42 PM

R120 what was name, at least his last name? I'm from Charleston.

by Anonymousreply 121March 15, 2014 10:11 PM

r109, "Those who're in the closet "

That could easily be misinterpreted

by Anonymousreply 122March 16, 2014 3:19 AM

"Hey. I just came and I'm cleaning up. He left, it was hot. Just thought I'd tell ya. 'night"

by Anonymousreply 123March 17, 2014 9:16 PM

R121

Name? Honey, it was 1976 and we didn't do names.

The house was in Ansonborough, at the time a little transitional, but now a much nicer neighborhood.

I was interested in Charleston single houses and so this, say 1820, house intrigued me. Not a grand house south of Broad Street, unfortunately. For that I might not have fled.

by Anonymousreply 124March 18, 2014 1:34 PM

Why?

by Anonymousreply 125March 18, 2014 2:18 PM

That's terrifying, R111. Grindr should have some type of option to alert others of violent psychopaths..yikes.

by Anonymousreply 126April 6, 2014 8:26 AM

R111 should post a Yelp review.

by Anonymousreply 127April 6, 2014 4:57 PM

These are very scary to read. I'll bet Kevin Spacey must have good stories to relate from London. (Crickets, crickets)

by Anonymousreply 128April 6, 2014 7:43 PM

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by Anonymousreply 129May 29, 2014 3:33 AM

More than thirty years ago,I was with a guy who was briefly my roommate. I let him drag me back to some guys apartment on Beacon Hill at like 3am. I don't know why my friend Chris wanted to go with him? Maybe drugs? The guy was very creepy, i thought. When we got to his apt. he told us one of the Boston Strangler murders had happened there. We got out of there shortly after that.

by Anonymousreply 130May 30, 2014 3:30 AM

[quote] He kept tightening her grip around my throat.

Were you fucking a trannie?

by Anonymousreply 131May 30, 2014 3:35 AM

I was once viciously face-slapped all night long

by Anonymousreply 132May 30, 2014 3:37 AM

This thread should be required reading for all young gay guys.

by Anonymousreply 133May 30, 2014 5:17 AM

friday night bump

by Anonymousreply 134September 13, 2014 2:16 AM

More embarrassing than scary, though it could have played out very different.

I was young and just out. Still in college, we had to drive an hour to the next major town to find an actual gay bar. So I'm there with a friend and I see this cute guy sitting by himself on the patio. He looked shy and a bit clueless (like me) so I took a chance and started talking to him. We kind of hit it off and start trying to figure out where we can go from the bar.

Sooooo many red flags at this point: he had been staying with a friend but the friend had left town and now he was waiting to check in to a hotel. Okay, odd, but at least he has a hotel room nearby. No, the hotel doesn't have any rooms until the next night so he's waiting for another friend to come to the bar so he can crash at new friend's place for the night.

Like I said, you can see the warning signs from space but youth, alcohol and horniness are a deadly combo. Somehow we end up getting his luggage (!) from god knows where and driving the hour back to my place at school. We mess around and it's actually pretty hot. But then the next day rolls around and it's clear he's in no rush to leave. I have stuff I need to do and really just want him gone so I offer to drive him back to his hotel which should be available now. I finally get him out of there and am just relieved it's done.

Until....

I get back to my place and there's a message on my machine from the hotel. The guy tried to check in to the hotel using one of my credit card numbers and my checking account number as ID. I called back and said absolutely not, that my information must have been stolen. I still had my card and checkbook; he'd written down the numbers while I was in the shower. I continued to fight fraudulent charges with my credit card company for months after.

The icing on the cake was he had the nerve to call me a few days after all this and act like nothing was wrong. When I called him on it he played dumb. Lesson learned and it could have been so much worse. I'm still embarrassed about it over 20 years later.

by Anonymousreply 135September 13, 2014 3:39 AM

At least you got a good lay out of it R135.

by Anonymousreply 136September 13, 2014 5:41 AM

Fascinating thread.

by Anonymousreply 137January 19, 2015 1:45 AM

I'd moved to Portland, OR in the 90's. Was in my early 20's. About 2 am I was walking home from a local bar and I see this Hispanic guy in front of me about 1/4 block. He kept turning around and looking at me so I followed him for a bit. He then stopped, looked directly at me and started going down under an overpass.

He looked good, he was young, I was horny, I was 23, so I followed. I got under the o/pass and didn't see him. The next thing I know he'd come up behind me and put me in a chokehold with one arm and put a gun to my temple. He forced me to the ground and started saying he was going to kill me and no one would find me for days. Accused me of wanting to rob him for his drugs , kept waving and pointing the gun at me, etc.

I was able to finally tell him I wasn't trying to rob him and that I thought the sidewalk went under the bridge since he was walking there. Told him I'd just moved to Ptld didn't know my way around, told him I was so sorry (he still has the gun pointed at my face while I was babbling in), offered him money to let me go. He calmed down and started calling me all kind of shit but said he'd take the money. We walked up to the 24/7 store, I took out 200.00, gave it to him outside, he pulled out his gun again and said Get the fuck away from me! I walked away and was CONFIDENT he was going to shoot me in the back. I was terrified and was praying to God not to die. Made it back to my apt, threw up, and started shaking violently.

All that and got no cock.

by Anonymousreply 138January 19, 2015 2:59 AM

If I just hook up, I always leave a trace in case something happens.

I will even say "Hey can I use yiur phone, mine is getting a good signal, most people will say sure no problem

Then depending time will call a friend or call me home vm This way the phone I'd has been recorded & the cell has pinged off a tower

by Anonymousreply 139January 19, 2015 3:05 AM

horrific, R138, glad you made it out alive.

I went for a massage one night; I can't remember whether or not it was good...I do remember the guy, who was taller than me and outweighed me, taking out a gun and checking to see if it was loaded.

I think he was just trying to scare me, which, of course, he did.

I stuck to spas and safer guys after that.

by Anonymousreply 140January 19, 2015 3:06 AM

The most amazing thing about all these stories is how you all " something didn't feel right" " something was off" and still go forward

Gavin Debecker in his book "The Gift Of Fear" says this is a signal that is wiser than you and should never be ignored.

It's a great book & has allowed me to travel the word with out incident.

by Anonymousreply 141January 19, 2015 3:10 AM

R141 is correct. I didn't listen to my instincts one time and I lived to regret it.

We should never ignore that voice; we don't have to explain it to anyone or justify it.

It's speaking to us for a reason.

by Anonymousreply 142January 19, 2015 3:16 AM

I agree. Glad u r safe as well, R140!

Actually read The Gift of Fear about 8- 10 yrs ago. Great book. Think I'll reread it.

Be safe, guys.

by Anonymousreply 143January 19, 2015 3:33 AM

Extremely frightening and disturbing, R138.

by Anonymousreply 144January 19, 2015 5:53 PM

I was visiting my old hometown of Buffalo a few Christmases ago and decided to head out to the gay bars in Allentown. I met some nice looking Hispanic dude with steely blue eyes. He was good looking and really nice. He invited me over to a friend's house after we decided to leave the bar. I drove him over to this apartment building which was in a semi-sketchy part of town.

We went up to the guy's apartment and it looked like a roach motel. A big Jamaican guy was half-passed out on a mattress in front of the TV. The Hispanic guy asked if I wanted to smoke a little pot in the bathroom, which I happily said yes to.

It wasn't pot, it was meth. I didn't want any, but we shotgunned it anyway. Before I took a hit, the Jamaican guy was banging on the bathroom door to stop smoking his shit. He burst through the door and held a knife up to the Hispanic guy's neck and had a wild look in his eyes. I remember the sound of the little meth pipe smashing on the tiles.

I ran as fast as I could out the apartment, scouring the Shining-like corridors for a stairway out. When I finally found it, I ran out across the street to my car (which I was borrowing from my mom), started it up and stepped on the gas, trying to pull out. The car was stuck in the snow. I couldn't get out.

The Hispanic guy suddenly appeared in the car panting and raving to get the hell out, but there was nothing I could do. I screamed at him "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" and kicked him out of the car. He high-tailed it outta there, leaving tracks in the foot high snow.

I was stuck in that snow for over an hour, by myself, terrified that the Jamaican guy would come after me. Even a few police passed by but they wouldn't help me out of the snow, the fuckers. Finally at around 2am 3 really awesome black dudes helped get my car out of the show after some major hauling. I even gave one of the guys a ride home to the suburbs at 3 in the am when this all wrapped up because I was just so relieved to be out of danger. Finally, somebody gave a little help to someone in need.

Buffalo really is the city of good neighbors. I'll always remember those guys who helped me, Christmas night of 2006.

by Anonymousreply 145January 19, 2015 8:38 PM

I met a guy. & followed him home.

We were partying. & I passed out. Later I woke up tied to a radiator & with guy standing over me with a iron wanting to iron the wrinkles out of my face. He actually put the iron on my chin & started screaming so loud.

Luckly the radiator was near a interior air shaft that passed by all the bedroom windows & echoed. Five minutes later the superintendent was banging on the door, saying he was calling the cops. He realeased me & I got the hell out.

It's been 5 yrs & I no longer meet random guys or do drugs. I figure once was enough.

by Anonymousreply 146January 19, 2015 10:23 PM

Some of these are terrifying! Glad everyone survived to warn the younger generation. Yes, cells and computers can help but really, have a SAFE CALL - someone you trust that knows where you're going and who you intend on meeting.

by Anonymousreply 147January 20, 2015 1:08 AM

WTF, R146?!?

by Anonymousreply 148January 20, 2015 1:08 AM

Talk about having a guardian angel, r146...

by Anonymousreply 149January 20, 2015 12:32 PM

What you're describing is called 'ROUGH TRADE' in the business.

Rough Trade will entice you to take him home, promise you anything. Once there, with your back turned, you get bashed over the head with a lamp and your wallet and other expensive jewelry taken while you're knocked out on your Berber carpet.

If he anally sodomizes you, he could even cut your fucken throat with a switchblade for kicks. These guys are psychopaths who use people. You need to think twice about being so stupid as to introduce these young closet cases to your home when you're alone.

Very dangerous.

by Anonymousreply 150January 20, 2015 12:44 PM

Hidden cameras are going to change the hook-up reality forever. No str8 guy 30 or under is going to go for it because he knows it's possible that video of his spontaneous m/m hookup could end up on Sextube. No psycho-butcher will either, as the hidden video could eventually be used as evidence.

by Anonymousreply 151January 20, 2015 12:50 PM

I had 2 small hidden vhs camcorders in my living room for the purpose of filming not only the sex but anything/everything the guys did while in my home.

Although I did enjoy watching the sex on the tapes I did it mainly for security purposes.

by Anonymousreply 152January 20, 2015 1:12 PM

[quote]He'd started chatting with some guy via a hookup app, and the guy got weird right away. He tried to ignore him, but he started leaving him abusive messages, and then texted him a picture of himself in the bathroom, holding a turd in his hand, with the text "LOL LOL"

Jabba's fond of the LOL. Was there a Jane Jackson shrine in view?

by Anonymousreply 153January 20, 2015 1:13 PM

r151

well there will always be some exhibitionists.. and str8 guys just looking for sexual (or just being) high in doing something naughty

Still, that shit just pushes people further underground... into more dangerous situations.

albeit there are some hos that want to bring the public baths and sex clubs back into style.

But those still have the same problems as they've always had fighting with the cities, neighborhoods, and other sociopolitical bullshit. . .

are we really ready to trade out cockrings for promise rings?

by Anonymousreply 154January 20, 2015 1:16 PM

Hey, Carrie at R154! How are Charlotte, Samantha, and Miranda?

by Anonymousreply 155January 20, 2015 1:23 PM

I have nothing to add except R34 is one of the most hilarious posts I've read on DL.

by Anonymousreply 156January 20, 2015 1:44 PM

Some of these stories have made my hair stand on end! If you guys were cats, you'd have used up more than a few of your nine lives.

by Anonymousreply 157January 20, 2015 1:56 PM

R155

last I heard...

Miranda disappeared into the subways, but there are rumored sightings of a ghoulish ginger prowling beneath the city streets and at night you can hear her deathly howls for "Rojo!"

Samantha was ripped to shreds by thousands of fan girls and gays after they found out she broke what's his face's heart.. but to be fair, they had planned on doing it to her adult diaper wearing cradle snatching arse anyway.

Charlotte was working for a republican senator, he tried to make the moves on her and she was fired when he found out that no, she really wasn't a boy in drag.

*sneezes*

Ugh, does anyone have any superglue my nose fell off again

by Anonymousreply 158January 20, 2015 2:44 PM

R141, people are subconsciously attracted to danger. It's our nature to be self-destructive. It makes no sense, but it's true.

by Anonymousreply 159January 20, 2015 3:51 PM

R146 makes me wonder how many didn't make it...know what I'm sayin?

by Anonymousreply 160January 20, 2015 3:58 PM

I've had several that weren't really scary, but unnerving. Picked up a guy from the park and went back to my apt.. He had a huge uncut thick dick(PR) that I started to suck. He kept saying "suck it like a bitch", which I ignored, he was just doing his fresh out of prison talk. I noticed that he was really looking around my apt. while getting sucked. He gets up and goes over to my huge jar of pennies and says he's going to take them to McDonald's and get us some breakfast. I said I don't think so. He then says that he'll need to use my bike to get there. I laughed at the thought of him trying to ride my bike with a huge glass jar of pennies weighing several pounds. I puffed up( I was taller than him,but he was more muscular) my chest and firmly said "you need to go NOW". He hesitated a little while sizing me up, but I already had the door open and was loud when I said it. He left mumbling as I slammed the door on his ass. He punched the door from the outside and cursed something unintelligible. I'm lucky he didn't have s knife or gun. I think it helps to be forward and bold when shit starts to go down. Perpetrators usually feed on perceived weakness. Also, don't pick up guys fresh out of prison.

by Anonymousreply 161January 20, 2015 4:08 PM

I met a guy in a bar in the valley and we exchanged numbers. He lived in Oxnard, which normally would be a deal breaker but he was hot as fuck. I said I would drive out to go out on a date an he was really excited because guys never want to do that when they hear he lives in Oxnard. We go out have a great time, and at dinner he asks me if I want a shot to loosen up. I said sure why not. He asked me what kind of shot I wanted I said a lemon drop. He said he wanted uzo and got a big grin. I asked him why uzo and he said "It makes me lift my legs.." So I bought him two shots of uzo :).

We get to the car after dinner and start making out right there. He grabs my crotch and says "fuck you got a big dick, I want it in me." I said, "lets go back to your place.." We did. Before we get out of the car he says "I should tell you I live with my family" I didn't care he was hot as fuck and I wanted to fuck the shit out of him. We walk in the front door, it is pitch black. I am walking through the living room and kick something...it is someone sleeping on the floor. I just ignored it and followed him to his room. I fucked the shit out of him He was moaning and omg ing and we must have fucked three times before we fell asleep. I wake up he is wrapped around me as I hear a knock at the door. A kid about 8 or 7 opens the door and says "mom says to get up."

He wakes up looks at me, looks at the kid and yells at him to get out. He is in a panic. He keeps saying omg omg omg..finally he looks at me and says "you have to go now, out the window." I could tell from the look on his face that was probably best. So i get dressed and crawl out the window. As I see it now there are like 7 cars in their driveway in this smallish house. Like 12 people lived there including his mom and dad and here I was plowing their son in the next room for everyone to hear. Yeah I got the fuck out fast.

by Anonymousreply 162January 20, 2015 4:13 PM

Or bring them to your HOUSE, R161. Good God.

I hooked up with a dude once and we went back to his apartment. About midway through messing around I started to pick up on little clues that this wasn't his place at all - I told him I needed to use the bathroom before we fucked and he didn't know where it was - went in, ran the water, looked around and sure enough, magazines with labels of a woman's name, her robe on the door - you know, just a million things that said that this was wrong, wrong wrong. He tried to come in so I locked the door, opened the window and jumped out (had on shorts), and RAN. I heard a door slam behind me and so I hid in the bushes in the alley for a few minutes and then got the FUCK out of there.

by Anonymousreply 163January 20, 2015 4:13 PM

R162, that story's been told before.

by Anonymousreply 164January 20, 2015 4:26 PM

r141- NPR's "Invisisibilia" just aired a program about a woman whose part of the brain that is responsible for fear had completely calcified. She could not feel or even fathom what fear was (the last time she felt something akin to fear was when she was 7). She has been in several bad situations where lack of fear got her into, but then that very lack of fear got her out of it.

It's really fascinating:

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by Anonymousreply 165January 20, 2015 4:27 PM

R163 - are you leaving out something?

Was it possible he was just borrowing a friends apartment for the night or even housesitting?

Or did you think he'd just broken into a strangers place to have sex?

by Anonymousreply 166January 20, 2015 4:33 PM

My last one-night stand was in the winter of 1979. I went home with a good looking guy and everything seemed normal. We started making out and when things got hot and heavy, he clamped a handcuff onto my wrist and cuffed me to the headboard.

I demanded that he let me go. He refused. He began biting me, slapping me, and tearing my clothes off. He held a huge knife to my throat. I was sure I was a dead man (at 20). He eventually went to the bathroom (after 30-35 minutes of torturing me) to take a piss and I yanked hard on the cuffs, finally after three or four tries, it broke. I was free.

I grabbed my clothes and ran. He caught me at the door and tried to subdue me. I punched his lights out and ran. He gave chase. I never ran so fast in my life. I finally lost him and called the cops at a pay phone.

He was arrested. I packed my bags the next day, caught a bus from San Francisco to my hometown of Austin, Texas. I never looked back. From then on, I never went home with another stranger.

by Anonymousreply 167January 20, 2015 5:43 PM

[Quote]I clawed my way to his nuts while he screamed and grabbed those mother fuckers like a vice grip. I was going to rip them off and if I was dying I was taking his nuts with me to hell.[/quote]

Iconic.

Sorry to bump this old thread but I just HAD to give props to R65 's story.

by Anonymousreply 168March 2, 2015 6:07 PM

Yes. IU had an affair with a guy (nothing serious, just a few hookups here and there) that almost ended badly. One day he said he didn't want to go through life without experiencing what it felt like to kill someone. He said that while strangling me.

by Anonymousreply 169March 2, 2015 6:14 PM

More Mr. Goodbar stories, bitches!!

by Anonymousreply 170March 7, 2015 3:38 AM

I've never been proud of my gym/spa steam room and bathhouse hook ups, but they are tame compared to these stories. Reading these makes me feel grateful. The spa and the bathhouse are relatively public, safe and secure. I've only had a few hook ups with strangers and nothing as creepy or dangerous as the stories here.

Good reasons to go out and make some friends who can be added to the dating pool.

by Anonymousreply 171March 7, 2015 4:33 AM

Hooked up with a guy one late, dark evening (while) jogging. The place is a well-known cruisy area in my area, and well, I was horny and felt like slumming. No one else was out and about, probably because it was already near 8 p.m. and already dark and it had just rained an hour earlier (and nobody in LA jogs when it rains).

Well, the guy was just standing alone in the shadows, under some trees and that should have been my first clue. Who just hangs out alone in the dark, after a rain, with nobody else around? But I don't listen to my first instinct because this guy was built like an NFL player. All of 6'3, muscled and stocky and a military-style buzzcut. We start making out, and he turns me around (so my back is to him) and he undoes my jeans and pushes my shorts down. He starts kissing me on the ear, neck.. tender and sexy at first, but then he gets rough. Giving me really rough nibbles, and I start to move away, but then he clasps both my hands behind my back and I feel him tying me up with some rope or tongs and he barks, "Is this how you faggots like it?"

I'm fortunate that I had quick-enough reflexes, because I was able to yank myself away before he tied me up with some sort of death-knot. I fell over because my pants were to my knees, but I was able to hike my jeans up before he started to come over towards me again.

Really, really stupid on my part. Never cruised again. And a little bit of me is always a little cautious to hook-up with any guy who is significantly larger than me or can overpower me.

by Anonymousreply 172March 7, 2015 4:36 AM

I was blowing this guy on his couch in his apt - when suddenly he pulled a knife out of the seam between the arm and the cushion. I freaked out and he said - no it's just for my protection in case you were crazy. I was like - uh that's ok ... bye!

That was so fucked up...jesus...

by Anonymousreply 173March 7, 2015 4:41 AM

Not my story, it happened to a good friend. He was on a business trip to Boston and met a cute guy maybe around 25 in a bar, a few drinks later they left, my friend wanted to get back to his hotel room with the cutie and but the cutie wanted another drink so they went on to another bar where my friend became aware he was being stared at. They guy was in his fifties, tough looking, standing alone at the bar and staring hard at my friend. This kept up the whole time they were there.

They left and headed to the hotel but cutie now wants to go back to his apartment which is "just right by the hotel". So they go to the apartment which is a good distance from the hotel, and are making out when the door crashes open and it's wierdy-staring-guy from the bar. He's got a hunting knife and starts demanding money from my friend. Says that cutie is his son and he wants paid for the insult of treating his son like a whore. Cutie guy is now demanding money too, saying he's only 15 and it's rape and that's what he'll tell the cops. The racket brought the attention of a neighbor who must've seen this going down before. Neighbor guy comes through the door and says to shut the fuck up and let him go or he'll beat both their asses. Neighbor guy then walked my friend to a busier street and waited with him for a cab.

About a year later my friend saw the "father & son" in the news for murder and extortion. They weren't related, the cutie WAS 23 not 15 and they'd pulled this stunt several times. The last time the guy didn't have any money so they killed him.

by Anonymousreply 174March 7, 2015 4:52 AM

[quote]He lived in Oxnard, which normally would be a deal breaker

Laughing my ass off!

by Anonymousreply 175March 7, 2015 4:58 AM

Years of drunk fun debauchery, hustlers in Amsterdam, others in hotel room for photos, etc. and not ONE bad experience (I learned early to trust my instincts which never let me down...)

EXCEPT wouldn't you know it at a normal gay bar on a normal night where I met a cute blonde haired guy in Atlanta at the Armory (dying to know if anyone else hooked up with this nutcase. This was late 90s, early 2000s). Construction worker, I think, or that type. Seemed nice and sane, talked a while, then he wanted to go to another bar down the street, fine. We took his car, which was a bit of a small warning sign but only slight. Once at the new bar, he revealed himself quickly to be a bit of a prick so I planned my escape, pretended to go to the bathroom so I could run out and back to my car at other bar. Came out of bathroom -- and there he was at the door waiting. Like he knew what I was up to. Blocking my way out.

I got him to take me back to my car and my mind was racing -- didn't want to be alarmist and freak, nothing had really happened. Instead, sure enough, he drove me up to a cul de sac above Peachtree and turned off the car. Stared at me without a word, ultra creepy. I had already placed my finger in the door to open it if need be -- and then used one more weapon at my disposal, lit a cigarette. And talked to him about taking me back to my car while prepared to put that cig out in his eye if he moved an inch closer or lurched. Finally he said, "Have it your way" and started the car up again.

Shuddered all the drive home once I got back to my car. A good lesson and, though it took another year or so, I got sober soonafter too. And definitely didn't get in a stranger's car again, though it didn't stop me from meeting folks out. But always with a contingency plan and high alert for any creep factors.

by Anonymousreply 176March 7, 2015 5:15 AM

My g string on the floor, a blade at my throat

by Anonymousreply 177March 7, 2015 5:22 AM

R176, sounds like a guy I hooked up with at the Armory around that time.

This guy was about 6ft & a landscaper. He was a friend of a friend & I was introduce to him.

Total nut case!! Funny thing, recently was talking to a friend about bad experiences & thought of him.

I though I wonder what happened to that freak, so I googled him. I was shocked to see his mugshot show up for several arrests of assault & disorderly conduct!! In Georgia all the mugshots are online.

by Anonymousreply 178March 7, 2015 5:30 AM

Ooooh, that sounds right, knew he worked outside. Pretty head of blonde hair that flopped into his eyes, I remember. Even have vague memories of him having visible nice blonde chest hair, though we never messed around, of course. I thought he was fine until he wanted to drive to the bar a few blocks away (the Bulldog maybe?)

Any way to put his name up here so I can see the mugshots? Or a link? Always thought I dodged a major bullet that night. That creepy blank stare and the long time it took me to get him to take me to my car... I could tell he was ready to hit me. I would never have lighted a cigarette in someone's car, even back then, but it was a good weapon on demand.

Still shudder at the memory and wanted to warn others about him back then (but internet wasn't even big yet so nowhere to post... now I'd do it here).

by Anonymousreply 179March 7, 2015 5:38 AM

I was once at union event & met this smoking hot blond with a killer body

A 10+ we started talking & were having fun together. I asked him if he was gay & he said bi & he had been with a few guys.

We eventually left together & it was Christmas time & there a hotel with beautiful green light shaped like a Christmas tree.

I pointed it out to him. & he said " yeah I like the sharp edges it reminds me a surgeons blade, so sharp" I thought that's a weird thing to see & say.

He drove me home & when we arrived in front of my place I was uneasy. So I told to park do we could chat.

I leaned over to kiss him & he pushed me away saying he didn't kiss guys.

Then he started to say weird shit " comeon quit stalling let's go to your place, I'm sure your hiding a wife there & a bunch of kids@ "I'm sure to f /--k your wife like a savage" I told you crazy I don't have a wife. Then he started talking really aggressive about what he was going to do to me & I bells started going off.

It was no longer hot, it was scary. So I told him, I had two friends visiting & I better not bring him up.

I asked for his number and he said "it was no or never, you had your chance now you will never no what might have happened " Them he took off speeding!!

I figure he was going to rob me or beat me up, something bad was going to happen.

Dam he was gorgeous but crazy. I ever ever saw him again

by Anonymousreply 180March 7, 2015 6:31 AM

Had a little biter once. Miniature bodybuilder. Finally had to roll him over and fuck him silly so he'd cut it out.

by Anonymousreply 181March 7, 2015 6:36 AM

I was chained

by Anonymousreply 182March 7, 2015 7:27 AM

Yes, I did.

by Anonymousreply 183March 7, 2015 8:40 AM

I was just recently out of my 14 year relationship and had moved to a new city. Really for the first time ever, I started the online thing and had a few hook ups. About six months after I had settled in to the new city, I chatted online with a guy. We exchanged pics and agreed to meet at my house. I was very upfront that pics can only tell you so much and I made no guarantees. This guy came over and, as I'm sure many of you have experienced, he looked nothing like his pics. He was also very strange acting. I tried conversing, but most of the time he just stared at me and said nothing. Very weird.

After chatting for a bit, I reminded him that I made no guarantees and admitted I didn't see a match. He looked hurt and confused. I asked him to leave, which he did reluctantly, but he stood in the doorway for a bit saying that I should give him a try. I gently nudged him out the door and said sorry but it wasn't going to work. He was parked a couple doors down. I watched him go to his car. Then the weirdness. He sat in the car for at least four hours. I checked on and off periodically and he was still there. Although a bit freaked out that he was still there, finally I was getting sleepy , so I set my house alarm and had my phone by me in bed.

I had a bit of a fitful sleep and woke up about 4:00 am. I looked outside. The car was still there and I could see his outline in the driver's seat. That really freaked me out. I was so tired, and I drifted in and out of sleep. I checked again about 5:30 am and the car was finally gone. Finally I slept through until about 10:00 am the next day.

Then it started. Periodically, I'd see him parked near my house and he'd do the same thing--stay most of the night. It was strange. There was no rhyme or reason to it. Sometimes a weeknight, sometimes a weekend. Because I have an alarm, I didn't worry too much about him getting in without me being alerted, but geez, this carried on for 2-3 months.

I thought about what to do, then I found out there were a rash of burglaries in the neighborhood. I took advantage of this and called the cops when he next showed up, explained that I knew about the burglaries, and said I saw this car frequently parked in the neighborhood all night with a guy sitting in it. I gave them the make, model, and what I could make out of the license plate numbers. The cops showed up and I could see them talking to him. I don't know what they asked him, but he left after talking to them and I never saw him again. This was several years ago. I still have no idea why he was doing that. Very creepy.

I have a couple others I'll share later.

by Anonymousreply 184March 7, 2015 3:58 PM

R184, do share more. Good thing you called the cops.

You're a good writer.

by Anonymousreply 185March 7, 2015 4:12 PM

I was dragged behind a truck

by Anonymousreply 186March 7, 2015 4:17 PM

Frightening, fascinating stuff.

by Anonymousreply 187March 7, 2015 4:21 PM

My employer sent me out of town for a six weeks back in 2011. I was bored in the apartment the company had rented for me in the evenings so I got online, hoping to hook up. One guy looked like exactly the type you know you should avoid. Heavy set, dark, just had a mean expression. But i ignored my instinct but I sized him up as an intense, interesting fuck so started exchanging messages.

Messages went between us for a couple of days. Then I gave him my cell number. He called that night and left this message , telling me how into me he was and how much he wanted to fuck me, but in this scary voice which sounded hammy to me , I just thought he was trying hard to come across as deep and sexy, or, I thought maybe he was drunk - he sounded kind of slurry.

I agree to meet him outside a bar the next night. I thought I;d chekc him out in public first. He's late, and I was facing the wall outside this bar, reading the menu of the place next door. Suddenly I feel this presence right next to me, no words. He just came right up to me on the street and stood right against me, while I had my back turned. I twisted around and moved away and saw it was him - pretty much like his picture but he had a really bad dye job, jet black, and was about 10 years older than he'd said.

Before I could say anything, in broad fucking daylight, on the street, he grabs my dick and starts slurring 'you've been wanting me to do that all day huh?' and leering at me. I tell him to get the fuck off me, and step back, and I can see that some passers by are double-taking. His expression changed from a leer to aggression.

At that point I thought to myself fuck this wierdo and I say OK I'm not into this, I'm going to have a drink now - by myself - this isn't going to happen. And at that, he grabs my arm and pulls me hard towards him and nearly succeeds in sticking his tongue in my mouth. He stinks of booze and cigarettes. I push him off and by now there's about three people who are just staring, it was like 6pm in the evening, at this crazy drunk guy trying to make out with another guy on the street.

He starts abusing me, who do I think I am, etc. I just left him there, I was freaked out.

About two hours later after I'd eaten and got back to the apartment, my cell rings. It was his number. I pick up to tell him to go fuck himself and there's just heavy breathing and silence on the line. He did that three times that night, never heard from him again. Thankfully.

by Anonymousreply 188March 7, 2015 4:52 PM

Smart that you met him OUTSIDE, R188.

by Anonymousreply 189March 7, 2015 4:57 PM

Thanks, R185. Here is another one.

After my 14 year relationship, I was single almost 10 years. I'd date on and off and occasionally have a hook up, but hook ups are not really my thing. Still, we're all human and sometimes the urge was too much to ignore. For the most part, the people I met were nice. Like R188 mentions, you start to get an idea of who to avoid, but sometimes you could get fooled.

One time I chatted online with this guy for about 2 weeks, and he seemed quite normal in the online chats. Our schedules didn't match, but we finally settled on a Friday night meeting. I wanted to meet in public, but he convinced me to come to his house. As always, I said I made no guarantees, which he said was fine.

When I showed up, he let me in. I noticed right away that he seemed very nervous, but I always found the first meeting somewhat nerve-racking, so didn't give it much thought. The house I met him at looked sparsely furnished, which I mentioned to him. He said it was a rental property he owned and his tenant had just left, but there was a comfortable couch in the basement. I was a bit hesitant, but it was still light out, so I followed him down to the basement. I sat on the couch and he sat on a chair opposite. The conversation was actually going fine, but he still seemed very nervous. He asked if I wanted anything to drink, and I just asked for water. He went upstairs and made himself a cocktail and brought a glass of water to me. When he handed it to me, he was sweating, but the house was actually quite cool, so I wondered why he was sweating. When I lifted the water to my drink it, it smelled strange. I took a tiny sip and it tasted strange as well, so I surreptitiously spit it back in the glass.

He was sweating profusely and kept furtively glancing at my water glass, which I hadn't touched since he handed it to me. It was getting darker outside, too, and when I asked if he wanted to turn a light on, he just said it was light enough for him. I trusted my instincts and knew something was up. It dawned on me that I had parked in his driveway, which curved up to his house and was covered on both sides by heavy foliage, so I realized no one could see my car from the road.

I considered my options. He was much bigger than me, so I was probably going to lose a physical altercation. So, I just told him flat out that I knew he put something in my water, he was clearly nervous and sweating, and I thought it was best that I leave. He denied putting anything in my water, so I brought it over to him and said, "Fine, you drink it all." He just looked down.

I started upstairs and he followed. He kept trying to engage me in conversation. I was several paces ahead of him and just tried not to freak out. I got upstairs and he started crying, saying the love of his life had broken up with him, he was so confused, he really didn't want to be hooking up, etc. He continued to deny putting something in my drink and slipped in front of me and blocked the door out to my car. I chatted with him and acted sympathetic. I worked my way over to the door and he let me pass. He followed me out to the car continuing to talk. He almost seemed like he wanted to stop me from leaving but wasn't sure if he should try it.

I got in my car and started to back up, but then he yelled at me to wait and got behind my car motioning for me to roll my window down. I cracked it a bit and he said there was something behind my car he was going to get out of the way. He bent down and didn't pop back up. I kept looking back then saw him pop up next to me on the driver's side and try to get his hand in the window, which luckily I had merely cracked. I slammed my car in reverse and took off.

I don't know what he had planned that night, but it was definitely creepy. He sent me several messages to my online account saying he just wanted to talk some more, which is why he was putting his hand in the window. I just blocked him. Never saw or heard from him again.

by Anonymousreply 190March 7, 2015 5:58 PM

Yikes!

by Anonymousreply 191March 7, 2015 6:06 PM

Some guys think that being overly aggressive is hot and they take it way too far.

Somewhere along the line they had guys who thought it was OK, but it's really not.

It's fucked up - I had some guy last week try to boss me around in bed aggressively and pulled my arm over my back so hard I've been in pain for the entire week.

Not cool. Life isn't a porno folks. And some of you sick fucks ruin it for the rest of us.

by Anonymousreply 192March 7, 2015 6:12 PM

[quote]It's fucked up - I had some guy last week try to boss me around in bed aggressively and pulled my arm over my back so hard I've been in pain for the entire week.Not cool. Life isn't a porno folks.

You can say that again. I had some ass hole pick me up with en erect dick...full force on an angle. He was shorter than me, so he tipped back and my dick BENT in half as he pulled backwards.I pushed against him to let me go and the dumb fuck pulled harder till i smacked him in the face. It was really painful, and shit like that is exactly how you get Peyronie's disease (which isnt' just a curve but also shrinks your dick and gives you ED)

What the hell was he thinking??

Another guy was fucking me too hard and i told him to stop cuz it hurt, and i said "stop" repeatedly but he didn't stop till he came - which is fucked up. This one was so old I found him back on manhunt and harassed him & called him a rapist & put his cell # into facebook to get his real name. Turned out he was a cancer researcher at a major hospital in boston! I knew he was a doctor ahead of time, but "good on paper" means shit.

then some other guy elbowed me in the face (hard) bc he was an uncoordinated idiot trying to be all "agressive"...but that was nothing compared to the others. I had a small black eye... but still the others were worse.

by Anonymousreply 193March 7, 2015 6:21 PM

Holy fuck, R190! That's one hell of a story. Thanks for sharing.

by Anonymousreply 194March 7, 2015 6:28 PM

Good god, R193. This makes me glad I never hook up. Anyway, the scene looks brutal these days.

by Anonymousreply 195March 7, 2015 6:31 PM

Some of these stories make me just want to hook up in public (bathhouses) - I mean, as "dirty" as people make them out to be - the exit strategy is pretty clear. And, some are pretty clean. However, the bent / injured penis story I posted actually was in a bathhouse. Idiots with no boundaries and high blood alcohol arent the best company.

by Anonymousreply 196March 7, 2015 6:31 PM

What's wrong with Oxnard? I've heard of it. Is it a slum or what?

by Anonymousreply 197March 7, 2015 6:31 PM

R190 your line 'I kept looking back then saw him pop up next to me on the driver's side and try to get his hand in the window' is nightmare inducing!!

by Anonymousreply 198March 7, 2015 6:53 PM

R192, 'Some guys think that being overly aggressive is hot and they take it way too far'

Some guys are sexual sadists and they get off on causing the other guy discomfort, injury, fear, and all of that. That's what turns them on. If you have someone behaving that way with you, never fall into the error of thinking they just innocently 'took it too far' thinking that you were into it, or, because they were inexperienced or whatever. They got turned on by hurting you.

The kind of guys worth getting up close and personal with, even for a fun one night hook up, do not use force on your dick, give you a black eye, block your exit from a room, they fucking STOP when you say so and they discuss in advance with you,your do's and don'ts if they are hoping for any role-playing or kink.

Glad everyone posting made it out safe.

by Anonymousreply 199March 7, 2015 7:05 PM

Yes R198, it really was scary. I was shaking all the way home, which was a 30 minute drive. I stopped at a convenience store about halfway home just to calm down a bit. It scared me off meeting guys online for quite a while.

by Anonymousreply 200March 7, 2015 7:07 PM

If you have any more cautionary tales,R200, please do share.

by Anonymousreply 201March 7, 2015 7:10 PM

I have another story, but it's not mine. It was told to me by a friend who died many years ago. His sexual heyday was the late 70s through late 80s. He told me a scary one-night stand story. He said he went to a local gay bar that was in a smallish city. This was about an hour away from where he lived. He hooked up with a guy, went to his house, and spent the night. He said the house was in a very isolated, rural setting, but the guy seemed decent and the sex was good. The guy asked if he wanted to spend the night, so he did.

He said he woke up the next morning and guy was nowhere in the house. He went outside and yelled to him, thinking he might have gone into the woods surrounding the house. He said the guy's car was still there, so he had to be around somewhere. He said he started to get a bit of a creepy feeling, so he went back in but couldn't find his keys. He then tried to use the phone to call a friend, but it was dead (this was before cell phones). He said he completely freaked out at that point.

My friend went back outside. He said it was a nice sunny summer day. He looked around and said he thought he spotted someone looking at him from the surrounding woods. He told me he was pretty sure it was the guy he'd spent the night with. He tried to act like he wasn't worried. He knew cars because his brother and father were gear-heads, and they had taught him how to hotwire a car. He said luckily his car was unlocked and he was able to start it, and he got the hell out of there. He always said, "Thank God I didn't lock the car the night before." And same that the guy didn't lock his car on him. He said he didn't go back to that bar for a couple years after that.

I asked if the guy ever emerged from the woods. He said he didn't, even as he was hotwiring his car. He always said he wasn't entirely sure, but he thought he saw him watching from the woods. That alone kept me up the night he told me the story.

It makes one wonder. Were these guys serial killers starting out? Or just mental cases who were trying to fuck with someone? Strange.

by Anonymousreply 202March 7, 2015 8:59 PM

I was raped and molested!

by Anonymousreply 203March 7, 2015 11:38 PM

Yes, Lorna, we know already.

by Anonymousreply 204March 8, 2015 12:54 AM

Met a guy who was just okay but then he started cyber-stalking me. Constantly texting and emailing.

I completely blocked him when I found out he had e-talked to all the guys in the hookup site from my previous city to find details about me.

It freaked me out for a while until I realized there was really nothing he could do with that information.

by Anonymousreply 205March 8, 2015 1:29 AM

i was traveling and got lost and if u know anying about mercedes benz gps you're like on ur own. so i stopped at this hotel along side of the road. and checked in room 1. i felt i was being watched so i went to the office next door and the manager, whom i later found was the owner shared a sandwich and funny tasting milk. next thing i remeber i awoke witha sorevthroat. i checked out and got on the highway and stopped at first urgent care for my throat. the doc said it looked tramatized by a big dick and im looked like i had been sedated. he asked me where i stayed but i didnt remember but i had the part of the receipt. it was the ates motel and tea room. the doctor wanted the address for himself. needless to say. i only go to ates once a year for vacation.

by Anonymousreply 206March 8, 2015 2:15 AM

i was driving on a road in a jaguarandsaw avgirlwalking toward traffic. shesaid she was lostwould i takeher home. she flashed hertits. she got in the carand i drove her to country house she seviced my rod. shootingmy. thick cream down her throat she didnt thank me but got out and ran into the house. i left but noticed sheleft a watch. i drove on to my hotel and the next day drove the watch back out. this handsome built man who looked like sam winchester said his sister had died years ago and that rolex was her fav company. he proceded to thank me for bringing back his dead sisters watch. he then got into the jag and oad with me to nearwst pawn shop and we split the hundred bucks. he then sucked me off. when i took him back tohis place it was abandoned with boards on door and windows neat the house were to headstones. that said. here likes jack and jill. one climbed the hill and the womanbitched he didnt do it fast enough. and an old bear came outta the woods and atethem. they had been gone 150 years ago.

by Anonymousreply 207March 8, 2015 3:13 AM

R197, Oxnard is the [italic] only [/italic] working-class beach town in Southern California, and there isn't much of a beach...

by Anonymousreply 208March 8, 2015 8:11 PM

I was at a gay bar in SF watching my tranny friend's performance with a few female friends who were thinner than me (I was cute but fat). The more average half of a gay male couple kept looking at me, making eye contact, clearly checking me out. This was odd because his partner was really good looking and I am no contest for that, let alone I don't have a penis. But the attention was oddly flattering too. He kept talking to his partner about me. They are sizing me up together, and the good looking one is indifferent but agreeable, while the other one had clearly set his sights on me. Eventually, average guy starts chatting me up. He tells me he's living off better-looking guy and isn't even really gay but faking it for free rent (why a story like this would be appealing to ANYone, male or female, is beyond me). It also made no sense, being he was not the hotter of the two. He wanted to take me home with them that night and his quasi-bf was okay with him having sex with a woman. He worked on me for a couple hours in that bar to leave with them.

Something didn't feel right. I declined his offer, went home with my friends and he was "really disappointed" with me. I kept flashing back to this TV episode (something like outer limits or tales from the crypt or something) of a beauty queen who cheats to win first place, only to find out what she's won is being flayed in front of a live audience, needles going through her body while she screams her way to death in front of smiling old men. Something weird was planned to be my fate, too (what, I don't know). I think he singled me out because I was the worst looking of the bunch and presumably more desperate/easy prey. Who the hell knows what would have happened if I went, but I doubt the outcome would be good.

by Anonymousreply 209March 12, 2015 6:42 AM

r209, are you about a size 14?

by Anonymousreply 210March 12, 2015 7:10 AM

There are some fascinating stories in this thread. I'm glad everyone made it out all right.

by Anonymousreply 211March 13, 2015 1:51 AM

Great story, R209.

What's interesting about all these stories, is since they're stories of survival, they invariably come from smart people (even if there was a lapse in judgement, at some point, for most of them).

Trust your *warning* instincts is I guess what we can take from all of these stories.

by Anonymousreply 212March 14, 2015 8:50 AM

Threw a rock at the front window to get in. My Hands roped. Red gag ball in my throat. Lashed with a whip. Tears Rollin down my cheeks while my mouth is filled with cock. Hot curling iron in my hole.

by Anonymousreply 213March 14, 2015 9:07 AM

[quote]I feel him tying me up with some rope or tongs

I can't decipher your typo, r172, so all I can picture is someone trying to tie you up with rope or ice tongs.

by Anonymousreply 214March 15, 2015 10:26 AM

R213. Worst Maya Angelou poem EVER.

by Anonymousreply 215March 15, 2015 3:01 PM

Some of you dumb sluts are too stupid to live.lol

by Anonymousreply 216March 17, 2015 8:36 AM

R209, made me laugh òut loud.

by Anonymousreply 217March 17, 2015 10:47 AM

Any new entries to add to this fascinating thread on a Saturday night?

by Anonymousreply 218June 14, 2015 10:14 AM

Any Milwaukee queens ever cross paths with Dahmer?

by Anonymousreply 219July 14, 2015 11:43 PM

Bump

by Anonymousreply 220August 19, 2015 6:22 PM

I met a guy in a bar while I was visiting my parents in my old hometown. He seeemed friendly enough,but was reluctant to give his name. When he did, I realized it was a guy who was suspected of an unsolved murder in my hometown that was never solved. Anyway, I asked him about it and he said he was suspected because he was the only out homosexual anyone knew and there was a sex crime component. So I went back to his apartment with him. After we did the deed, I got up to go because I was staying with my parents, and he had a huge angry meltdown about the untrustworthiness of guys, and how they never spend the night, causing him to sob angrily, and how I was this evil monster for sleeping with him and leaving and he was gradually working himself into a rage, so I got creeped out and rushed out of there.

by Anonymousreply 221August 19, 2015 7:05 PM

"who was never charged" I meant, not whatever it was I said.

by Anonymousreply 222August 19, 2015 7:05 PM

My boyfriend and I were in an afterhours club a few years ago and it was failrly late, maybe around 6 in the morning. We were both quite drunk and high as well. Out of the blue (or so it seemed) came a Brazilian "fitness trainer" (think prostitute - I did) who made it clear he wanted to go home with us. He was not exactly my type, but still - he was pretty hot, no doubt about that. Anyway, we made our way back to our apartment and were quickly naked. The Brazilian (when nude) proved to be more my type than I had originally thought, but I digress. At some point we were trying to figure out who would fuck who first, when I noticed there was something not quite right. I realised someone has spiked my beer, my boyfriend's as well, but who was the culprit? The Brazilian? Hard to say. What to do? I was stoned as fuck, on some sort of strong opiate (I had a lot of experience with heroin and other opiates so I recognised the buzz) however, I didn't feel it would get to the point where it was too much to handle. I suspected the Brazilian but he showed no signs of a hidden agenda or such. None of us could hold an erection more than a few minutes, so it was a lot of rimming, licking, j/o, things of that sort. Eventually, we were finished and he went home. (without asking for money or robbing us) I never found out who spiked our drinks, or what was planned for us had it "worked". This I found quite unsettling, but I realise this cannot compare with the real fear some of the above posts have experienced. I guess this is a story of scary things that DIDN'T happen in the end, sorry I don't have more. Just lucky, I suppose.

by Anonymousreply 223August 20, 2015 1:51 AM

"fairly" R223

by Anonymousreply 224August 20, 2015 1:52 AM

Scary, R221.

by Anonymousreply 225August 20, 2015 6:49 PM

....

by Anonymousreply 226October 23, 2015 11:27 PM

Bad Dates Bump so the newcomers can add theirs

by Anonymousreply 227October 23, 2015 11:27 PM

I was sort of late coming out at 27, but I looked much younger and I'll admit it, I was pretty fucking cute.

I started going to this gay bar with friends and there was this macho, handsome, older guy who flirted with me all the time. I'd only been with guys my age (all two of them), so I was curious. One night I was pretty buzzed and made out with him on the patio and agreed to leave with him to go to the quieter bar down the street. As he was settling his tab, this older queeny type grabbed my arm and said, "Honey, don't do go with him."

Of course, I didn't listen and got into macho older man's car. We started making out in his car...he pretty much ripped my shirt off and was trying to get my pants off. Creepily, he started calling me "baby" and saying "daddy's gonna fuck you good" and started trying to spank me hard. He had me pushed up against the passenger side window and was trying to push his fingers into me, calling me "daddy's little whore" and pulling my hair.

I started yelling at him to get off me and trying to push him off. He slapped me on the head, splitting my lip and making my ears ring. About that time I heard banging sounds...the "old Queen" from the bar and a few other guys were banging on the car and yelling at macho man to get off me. He got off and was calling me "little cocktease" as I jumped out of the car. He drove off, with my shirt..

Anyhow...not long after, he was arrested for assault of his GIRLFRIEND. I don't think he ever came back to town after he got out of jail. And that "old Queen" not only lent me a shirt that night and made sure I made it home, he and several of those guys became my friends. I'm just glad we didn't leave the parking lot, or something worse would have happened.

by Anonymousreply 228October 24, 2015 10:40 PM

Oh my God, R228, the Eldergay really had your back

by Anonymousreply 229October 25, 2015 1:15 AM

The most important lesson from this thread is definitely to trust your instincts!

Also, maybe just jack off instead of trying to hook up, if you're so horny you can't think straight.

by Anonymousreply 230October 25, 2015 5:58 AM

A fascinating thread that hasn't reached full potential.

by Anonymousreply 231December 16, 2015 5:08 PM

BEWARE OF SCARY DICKS tonight!

I know some of you whores are going to be drunk, desperate and horny - don't end up sleeping with the grim reaper.

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by Anonymousreply 232December 31, 2015 10:35 PM

Years and years ago I went out with a woman friend of mine to our town's one lesbian bar. A very pretty young girl immediately zeroed in on my friend, coming on unusually strong (strong enough to raise red flags, but hey we were young and stupid). I watched as she hustled my friend out the door and into her car. Well, when they got to her place apparently the girl's older, burly, tacky-looking husband or boyfriend was hanging out in the darkened house, waiting to have some fun. My friend had to talk her way out of being raped basically...I think the couple got that she was totally freaked out and upset and would probably have a heart attack or lose her mind if they want through with their plans. Frustrated hubby got angry and yelled at the pickup artist. She got my friend back into her car and dumped her at a bus stop, where she had to wait for hours for a bus that took her through scary areas of the city.

We never saw her again, she did not try the same thing twice at our little hangout. This encounter made me very careful. I still am.

by Anonymousreply 233December 31, 2015 11:23 PM

Thanks for your share, R233

by Anonymousreply 234December 31, 2015 11:51 PM

More scary sex stories to ring in 2016, please.

by Anonymousreply 235January 1, 2016 12:49 PM

I got all y'all bitches beat!

I met this one white mothafucka at this bar once in Milwaukee, back in 1991. He took me back to his place, and boy, was he into some kinky shit!!

by Anonymousreply 236January 2, 2016 9:54 AM

Anyone got any more to share?

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by Anonymousreply 237May 10, 2016 5:53 AM

Dear Lord in heaven!

by Anonymousreply 238May 10, 2016 10:53 AM

bump

by Anonymousreply 239May 10, 2016 5:35 PM

Some guy roofied my drink at a bar. A seemingly nice, handsome guy who I had been chatting up. Anyway, he went away briefly to use the restroom, when another guy, a heavyset, older man, told me that "that guy had spiked my drink." I didn't believe him at the time, but next thing I know, I wake up, it's morning, and I'm asleep in a car. Turns out that I had been roofied, went unconscious, and nice older, heavyset man had given me a ride in his car and let me sleep it out there. And more importantly, kept me from the roofie-er!

Thank you, very nice, older, heavyset man!

by Anonymousreply 240May 10, 2016 6:16 PM

Good one, R240.

by Anonymousreply 241May 11, 2016 1:24 AM

Anyone else met Mr. Goodbar?

by Anonymousreply 242October 4, 2016 7:40 PM

I just know some of you have crossed paths with Dahmer in Milwaukee...

by Anonymousreply 243October 4, 2016 8:28 PM

Scary shit!

by Anonymousreply 244October 5, 2016 1:34 AM

Classic thread

by Anonymousreply 245October 5, 2016 2:26 AM

Truly!

by Anonymousreply 246October 5, 2016 3:49 AM

i probably have post this story on another thread, so excuse the fuck out of me.

mid 90's, i'm at my favorite bar, Cuffs in Silverlake, gosh i miss that place.

anyhoooo.... I'm there by myself per usual, hanging out, and some troll guy is hitting on me, I'm not interested AT ALL. however, there's a really sexy guy next to me and he jumps up and tells troll, that i'm with him. Troll leaves, i turn to sexy man and thank him for helping me out of a possible ugly situation. so long story short, we end up at my place.

he's got a monster dick, which i'm loving. but at some time he's like" i want to fuck you". i tell him i'm a top as well and that even if i wanted to bottom i could never take a dick THAT BIG.

REALLY Mary, it was huge.

At some time he's eating my ass and i'm loving it. but i'm starting to feel something unfamiliar... my ass is burning. I ask this guy what the fuck and he tells me that while eating my ass, he slip a shard of Cyrstal up my ass so that i could take his big giant dick. i freat out. i've never done crystal and i'm feeling it immediately. i tell him to leave he won't he's just smiling at me. after what seemed forever i got him out of my apartment and spent the next 3 days completedly fucked out of my mind. crystal was new to me and i had no idea it would last this long in me.

l months later i see the guy on the cover of a bareback dvd, turns out he's a famous porn star. me the idiot never recognized him.

ps. he's since died of a heart condition. i don't regret throwing him out.

by Anonymousreply 247October 5, 2016 6:04 AM

Who was the porn star, R247? You don't need to name names just a link to his photo should be enough.

by Anonymousreply 248October 5, 2016 10:23 AM

Not my hookup gone bad but someone else's. This was in Seattle about 20 years ago and was partying with friends and missed the last ferry to Bremerton so I had to drive all the way south to Tacoma and across the bridge. It was about 2 am and I nodding off behind the wheel. If anyone is familiar with the Seattle area, there's a rest area with truck scales on the southbound side of I-5 just past Federal Way that I guess was a notorious lot lizard spot, which I had no idea about, I just saw a well lit area with a lot of people so I figured it would be safe to pull over and catch some zzz's. I had been asleep maybe 15 minutes when someone began banging on cars around me and then on the side of my car; I jolted awake to see this scrawny grunge-looking kid, maybe in his late teens. He begged me to let him in the car, and back where the truckers parked their rigs I saw this big bearded guy lumbering around looking in windows. He must have seen movement, and he looked right at us. I don't know if he could see me, but when he stepped into the light, man, this was one scary looking motherfucker. The expression on his face was the look of a predator. The kid himself looked sketchy as hell and probably a tweaker but I wasn't going to leave him there to get killed so I fired up the engine and unlocked the door. He climbed in as I was pulling out, babbling about how the guy was going to kill him, and I saw his pants were still open and there was blood seeping through. Not very nice of me but all I could think of was what he might be carrying. The bearded guy caught up with us just as I gunned it out of there and was banging on the side of the car. I wanted to drop the kid off somewhere he'd be safe--I sure as hell wasn't going to take him to the base with me, and I knew there was police station near the port, so I took Highway 99 south instead of the freeway, which turned out to be really lucky, because I'm on the exit and I see a semi in my rear view, hauling ass and realized the guy was seriously following us. The light at the end of the exit turned red as we went through it but the crazy trucker ran the light. Fortunately, as anyone from the area knows, highway 99 is full of traffic signals that seem to be synchronized to turn red in 90-degree cycles so you pretty much stop at every single one, and the area is crawling with cops. The guy got stuck in traffic about half a mile behind us and I was able to lose him. If I'd been on the freeway he would probably have caught up and possibly run us off the road. There's an Amtrak station down there and the kid begged me to let him out there. I didn't put up much of an argument, I admit, I just wanted him out of there--once I got a good look at him, I could see (and smell) he was probably homeless. I wanted to get back to the base and knew if I made a police report I'd be there all night and I didn't get enough of a look at the guy to be able to give any useful info. Also, DADT was still in force and I was nervous about how it could potentially lead to questioning what I was doing in Seattle, etc. I probably should have take him to a hospital but he just wanted out and I let him go. I think about him now and then. I wonder if he's even alive.

by Anonymousreply 249October 5, 2016 1:02 PM

Picked up a skinny muscular guy in a gay bar in London and took him back to my gay hotel in Earl's Court. Soon realized the guy really wasn't into it at all and barely tolerated me trying to get things going. Instead wanted to tell me about his boxing career and his 10 year old daughter. Spent an uncomfortable night,. He left and asked for bus fare. He knew I was with friends next door and I think this was the only reason he didn't try to beat and rob me. Said he'd call me that night. Never heard from him again. One time I was visiting a friend in New Orleans who liked young rough trade. I was upstairs asleep when I heard, "Now put away that gun." I jumped up dressed and forced myself to go downstairs and out the only door. The kid let me out but I was sure he'd rather shoot us both. Then I was alone on really bad street at 2:00 AM! Scary.

by Anonymousreply 250October 5, 2016 2:09 PM

This thread is really scary, you guys are all lucky nothing happened to you. It's amazing (and alarming) how many freaks and weirdos are out there.

I hooked up constantly in NYC when I was younger (late 90s to late 2000s) and never had any violent encounters, by the grace of god. I guess I was just lucky.

by Anonymousreply 251October 5, 2016 2:20 PM

r242 My friend almost did. I told this story before but it bears repeating. My friend was a bodybuilder and picked up two other bodybuilders in a bar for what he thought was going to be a hot threesome. He took them back to his house where they proceeded to rob him and almost beat him to death. He didn't want to call the police because of his career, so he crawled three blocks to his friend's house at 3:00 in the morning and had his friend take him to the hospital. He's always referred to it as "the time I got mugged." He needed major plastic surgery because they had broken so many bones in his face, and he never looked the same again.

by Anonymousreply 252October 5, 2016 2:46 PM

R249, the homeless guy you picked up sounds like Jude from "A Little Life" at the point of the novel in which he's a prostitute for truck drivers.

by Anonymousreply 253October 5, 2016 7:20 PM

great thread!

by Anonymousreply 254October 5, 2016 7:31 PM

I never read that, R253, will check it out. Seattle was a different place back then, the vibe was still more Twin Peaks than Microsoft. It was still deep dark woods where you can't help wondering how many bodies are in there. It wasn't that long since the Ted Bundy execution and that kind of thing would cross your mind, driving though those tunnels of trees. All the logging towns had gone bust and the meth epidemic had just taken off so all these poor redneck kids lit out for the big city where the 'haps' were and a lot of them ended up homeless. In my better moments I feel compassionate for them--I grew up with kids like that and there but for the grace of God, but when you saw it up close all the time, it was easy to get cynical and start thinking it was just a matter if time before theyd end up dead. That truck stop was notorious for prostitution and runaways getting in trucks never to be seen again. The Green River Killer was still at large then and one theory was he was a trucker. It's possible Ridgeway used that lot to troll for victims, he lived nearby. Not long after the Pierce and King County Sheriffs did a major bust and the lot got cleaned up, about 10 acres of woods cleared behind it. Boy, if those woods could talk.

by Anonymousreply 255October 5, 2016 8:00 PM

HE FARTED ON A TODDLER!!!!

by Anonymousreply 256October 5, 2016 8:04 PM

This is a great thread and scary as hell .

When I was 23 I met a man who was 45. He was just my type : muscular , swarthy Italian with a mustache and heavy New York accent . He wanted to go back to his place using his car . Bad idea I know but Italian rough trade is my weakness . He was sexy and tough as hell , reminded me of those undercover cops out on the streets, busting drug dealers and infiltrating the mob. (I know , I watch too many movies )

We get to his place and he gets nervous and hyper and sweaty, asking me if I like to be tied up, beat, or choked during sex. Then he starts muttering , " Oh boy, what I'm gonna do to you . ."he starts undressing and now I'm really scared . My mind started racing and I was just praying for a way to get out of there .

I noticed he was wearing a cross and I asked him about it . He said his mom was a devout Catholic and bought it for him . I don't know what made me say it but I think my gut survival instinct kicked in , and I started babbling about how I couldn't spend the night because there was a full moon and since I was a Satanist I had to get home to do a ceremony . I know it was stupid but I was hysterical inside and it was the only thing I could think of . And we all know how Catholics are .

He froze for a moment and looked at me with crazy eyes and I thought , wrong thing to say . I'm dead now . He said real soft and slow , "you worship the devil ? "I thought he was going to kill me but I tried to sound casual . "Oh yeah my whole family are Satanists, I grew up in it.." He got really pale so I asked if he could take me home .

Thankfully he drove me home , even though he was doing about 90 miles and hour and screaming at me the whole way for not telling him I worshipped the devil . I was scared to death , I thought he was going to pull over and beat the shit out of me , or kill me and leave my body by the side of the road .

I got very lucky and since that day I've been scared of rough Italian trade , even though I luster after them from afar .

by Anonymousreply 257October 6, 2016 12:43 AM

LUST after them.

by Anonymousreply 258October 6, 2016 12:56 AM

r257, you shouldn't have worried. I bet his Italian mother was snoring in the room next door!

by Anonymousreply 259October 6, 2016 5:55 PM

R257 LOL! And she would have woken up and made us spaghetti.

by Anonymousreply 260October 7, 2016 4:03 AM

you bitches be safe tonight

by Anonymousreply 261October 8, 2016 9:07 PM

R247 - please don't say it was Steve Regis.

by Anonymousreply 262October 8, 2016 10:16 PM

LOL R259!

by Anonymousreply 263December 6, 2016 12:18 AM

I spent the last hour and a half reading this thread. Scary!

We should bump this once a week or so for more exposure. I want more!

by Anonymousreply 264December 6, 2016 2:34 AM

Any other holiday horror hook-ups?

by Anonymousreply 265December 27, 2016 5:24 AM

R223 You sound incredibly trashy and pathetic. How empty must your life be?

by Anonymousreply 266December 27, 2016 5:41 AM

Hooked up with a hot guy who said he was 25 but he was actually 32. I was mortified and scared for my life.

by Anonymousreply 267December 27, 2016 5:45 AM

I went home with a guy and after sex, I said I was hungry and wanted to take a shower. He only offered me some turkey meatballs and a towel. Really creepy. Then he wrote about it on some stupid website.

by Anonymousreply 268December 27, 2016 5:47 AM

I went home with these 3 hot studs (2 of them Italian guidos) from NYC, they took me to their apartment, we got high on Tina, and then when they found out I was a bottom and not going to fuck them, they proceeded to stab me!!!!

by Anonymousreply 269December 27, 2016 5:51 AM

bump

by Anonymousreply 270December 27, 2016 10:09 AM

scary scary

by Anonymousreply 271December 27, 2016 6:21 PM

More more more - how do you like it, how do you like it?

Traumatizing.

by Anonymousreply 272December 28, 2016 6:51 AM

Cripes this is why I never hook up

by Anonymousreply 273December 28, 2016 8:33 AM

You guys have shared some great stories so far!! Thanks so much to all who have contributed to this great and suspenseful thread! I hope we can keep it going...

And I know this is awful, but the Joey Comunale comment by [R269] made me laugh out loud!

by Anonymousreply 274December 28, 2016 9:22 AM

r247 here, (slow getting back to you guys) but the guy is one of the guys featured in the porn liked below.

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by Anonymousreply 275December 28, 2016 9:41 AM

R275 so calling him a big porn star seems a bit of a stretch

by Anonymousreply 276December 28, 2016 12:58 PM

R275 um, none is "really sexy."

by Anonymousreply 277December 28, 2016 12:59 PM

....

by Anonymousreply 278January 5, 2017 9:02 PM

They're all scary.

by Anonymousreply 279January 5, 2017 9:24 PM

I got cruised and picked up by a brownish blakish mulato and taken to his detached mansion... more like a home though. Where he went to play piano music just thought up right there he claims...

But I cut it shorth when he started smoking something that smelled like hot plastic

by Anonymousreply 280January 5, 2017 9:24 PM

When I was 19. I finally built up the courage to walk into one of the 3 gay clubs in my mid sized college city. I functioned just fine with women but had known since puberty that I wanted men far more. I was in a fraternity and my girlfriend was studying abroad that summer. I ended up meeting some interesting guys - many sexy, hot and very nice. A few were not... My first scare occured after maybe the 5th or 6th visit to the bar and after making some "friends". At the time, I had only told my life-long best friend (a shy, straight guy who I had known since I was months old - who also happened to be my roommate) and a two "fag hags" (horrible term I admit - but both heavier set girls who were a few years older than I). My one female friend was the older sister of a good buddy from high school. He was straight, a staunch Christian and highly annoying. Through a random course of events - I had reconnected with his older sister and she had become both a confidant and friend. She was loving this wild-ride departure from her boring single life and was utterly fascinated by the gay scene and all of the sexy men paying her so much attention at the bar. A nice looking older guy (he must have been all of 23 or so then) had invited us both back to his apartment for an after party. We went - primarily because she had become fast friends with him at the bar that night. There were probably 11/12 people at his place - it was nothing out of the ordinary at all. I remember thinking that he had a very nice place (I was in college so any decent apartment was an upgrade to me). I had sucked down maybe 2 or 3 drinks that night but nothing extreme. I am 6'1", 180 lbs. and can hold my liquor quite well usually. Whatever he put in my drink that night was a different story all together. My last memory was of the whole bunch of us drinking and talking in the kitchen.....I awoke around 7 am sitting on the sofa with my pants/briefs down to my ankles and my head slumped over onto my chest. Not only was I a virgin with men at the time, but I was then and have always been a top so thank god nothing more extreme happened. Small amounts of semen had crusted a bit around the head of my penis and down the flaccid shaft so the best that I could assess was that he perhaps blew me or at least jacked me off. I was in the living room and he was I assume in bed. I came to, dressed quickly and bolted out the door and walked briskly and aimlessly down the major street. This was a few years before cell phones (car phones or those huge mobile phones were about it), so I walked over a mile to find the nearest phone booth. I called my best friend/roommate who thankfully drove to pick me up. I questioned my rather idiotic female friend who mentioned that I seemed very comfortable on the sofa and was still enjoying the party when she chose to leave me with said older guy. Later, I confronted the guy and he swore up and down that I had begged him to blow me and even asked to fuck him (he claimed that being such an upstanding guy - he only agreed to the first and declined the latter). When word got around about what happened - his friends/acquaintances laughed and said that he often made use of a private pharmacy when drugging younger guys that he wanted. Luckily he never topped at all and only sucked guys off and swallowed or bottomed for them. I learned later that he was the coke/ecstasy dealer at the bar and if he had the hots for you and you agreed to fuck him bareback - he usually threw you a dime bag for the favor. At the time it occurred, I felt violated although later I was very relieved and just thanked God that nothing major went down. Later stories with drugs and men would be a bit scarier - this one as it turned out was very benign.

by Anonymousreply 281January 6, 2017 5:48 AM

Thanks for sharing your story, [R281]! The guy in question sounds like a total creep. Didn't help much that your ding bat friend just left you there to get assaulted by him. Could she really not tell that you had been drugged our of your mind??

Please also tell us about the "scarier" stories that happened "later" on that you mentioned...

by Anonymousreply 282January 6, 2017 12:03 PM

*out of your mind (not our)

by Anonymousreply 283January 6, 2017 12:04 PM

Strangers often tell me that I give off a very approachable vibe, which is nice, but it also seems to attract the crazies as well.

So i was hanging out by myself at Faultline, a leather bar Silverlake. When this really handsome college bro type comes up to me and starts yapping away: it's his first time in a gay bar, he didn't know it was a leather bar, has never been with a guy before and so on and so on. I'm listening, I'm chatting back, he's slamming drinks down. i assume it because this is all new to him and he needs some "liquid courage".

after a while he says, let's go to your car, I'm like sure (again very straight hot bro type). in the car he leans over and kisses hard, he's grabbing my crotch and trying to get my zipper down and this point everything is going smoothly. when all of sudden he completely freaks out, screaming what are you doing to me, why are we in your car? I respond you made the first move. he then reaches over and grabs my car keys that were in the ignition (i had the radio on) and runs out of the car and jumps into a major street and almost gets hit by several cars. and i start to chase, i need my keys back.

he runs into a very dark courtyard apartment. and i get a really bad feeling, so i run back to the bar and grab a couple of guys i know and tell them i need their help. we go back to the courtyard apartment and start looking for him. as we get to the end of the courtyard, there's one apartment with the lights on and there's a guy standing at the door in his underwear. i ask him if he'd seen a guy come running in here. I points to his patio's sliding glass door and it is complete smashed to bits. the bro had taken this guys patio chair and smashed the window and then ran into the apartment screaming! then just as quick left. This poor guy was visibily shaken. we call the police, they take a report but they never caught him.

talk about gay panic. closet cases, stay away from them. bad news.

by Anonymousreply 284January 6, 2017 8:18 PM

A perfect thread for a Saturday

by Anonymousreply 285January 7, 2017 5:12 PM

Bump

by Anonymousreply 286January 19, 2017 6:29 AM

They ripped off my caftan exposing my tittys, then they were grabbin at my tittys n they was all red

by Anonymousreply 287January 19, 2017 6:59 AM

Bump

by Anonymousreply 288January 22, 2017 12:45 AM

Circa 1995 I was doing meth and in Las Vegas. I took a bus there from LA thinking I could easily find a hotel room. Nope. I swear to God there wasn't a single room to be had that night. I must have walked 10 miles.

Not really knowing the bad parts to stay away from, I picked up this rough looking but hot guy. I finally found a room in a cheap motel, between the Strip and downtown. I gave the guy some of my meth,which I'd been snorting, and he went into the bathroom. When I went in there, I found a washcloth with blood on it, and I realized he must have injected it.

We hung out, he told me about his time in prison. He DID have a very hot body. I mostly just felt his body and jerked off, and paid him. I ran out of money but he thought I still owed him $50. I decided to leave the motel before he came back.

I didn't have enough money for the bus back to LA, so I called a friend to wire it to me. I told said friend about this hot guy I'd met in Vegas. He later asked me for the guy's number. He wound up flying the guy out to LA. I was working in a record store at the time, and they both came in. My friend had this look on his face like "what the fuck is WRONG with you??". The guy was more rough looking than I'd remembered, and my friend was furious at me for saying he was hot, and for not conveying how dangerous he was. Also, my friend later told me that he had to talk the guy out of beating the shit out of me for stiffing him his $50.

I'm positive that guy is no longer with us.

by Anonymousreply 289January 22, 2017 12:58 AM

NOTE:

This OP is a Trump-loving asshole who is shitting fascism all over another thread.

This asshole shows up after all this time.

FUCK HER.

by Anonymousreply 290January 22, 2017 2:35 AM

Did you have a story to contribute, R290?

by Anonymousreply 291January 22, 2017 3:18 AM

Really, [290], this is one of the best datalounge threads *ever*.

If you don't have a "Looking for Mr. Goodbar"-like anecdote--or at least a fantasy--to contribute, then please leave this particular thread.

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by Anonymousreply 292January 22, 2017 11:35 AM

Haha, I just watched Looking For Mr. Goodbar after seeing it in this thread multiple times. Cray, fun movie, but dated.

by Anonymousreply 293January 29, 2017 11:54 PM

OK, I'm not sure this fits here, but it seems to. I graduated from high school at 16 (skipped a grade) and didn't pursue college, because I couldn't imagine hiding my sexuality from my parents for another four years. Anyway, I was out, living by myself at 20, living a pretty hand-to-mouth existence, just barely paying my bills each month. A guy I had a fling with (I had a crush, but he was a lousy lay and little bit off) introduced me to an older man he had been hooking up with: a professor at the local university. My friend told me this you would make sure I made it through college, as long as I was 'friendly'. So I was introduced to this professor, who I'd talk on the phone with for a bit here and there, and he'd always flatter me and tell me how far I'd go, since I was so clearly gifted. But then he'd end up adding, "I can't wait to see my big dick up your tiny ass", and I'd have to hang up (Mary! I know).

At some point, I agreed to let him pick me up one evening and show me around his restored Victorian townhouse. Look, I was young and stupid and needy. He didn't pounce on me until we were up on the fourth floor, and then he pushed me down on the sofa and tried to rip off my clothes. I could see through his jeans that he had a huge dick, and I was still an (anal) virgin) and I was scared to death, and tried to beg and plead with him to please stop. In all the struggling, I finally managed (not even intentionally) to land a knee into his nuts, which stopped him for a minute. I managed to scramble down the stairs and out the door, to walk the 16 blocks back to my apartment in tears, and torn clothes. The worst of it all was having him get into his car, and keep circling me, block after block, all the way back to my apartment building, yelling out the car windwow, "M, we need to talk about this, to share our hurt, to share our feelings, to share our EXCITEMENT!" I try not to judge you younger gays, because I've done lots of dumb things, too. It's how you learn how life works.

by Anonymousreply 294January 30, 2017 12:39 AM

Now THIS is a classic DataLounge thread.

by Anonymousreply 295February 19, 2017 9:33 AM

Back in the late 80s I had a bf who was a lying, cheating fucker. I had gone to the beach alone one day to try and figure out why i made such shitty life choices and this really hot guy came up and started talking to me. I gave him my number but never expected he would really call. I didn't flirt with him although I'm sure he saw that I appreciated his fine self. He called but I wasn't home so my roommate gave him a phone number to reach me. It was my bf's number. (She said she thought it was my parents' number but I think we all know better than that) So my bf gave me the message with the guy's phone number. He watched while I tossed it in the rubbish but I got it out later. I called the guy and we agreed to meet in a public place. I told my best friend where I was going and who I was with, because she insisted. So, after we had drinks, he asked me to give him a ride back to his place because his Porsche was in the shop. I didn't believe for one second that he had a Porsche but he said he didn't live far and it was getting dark. I drove him home It was a small house and he had a roommate, who was clearly str8 and totally uninterested in anything going on around him. He was painting a mural on one of the walls. Weird. So the guy starts talking about how rich his father is and blah, blah, blah. He invites me to his bedroom and I declined, wanting to leave. He then challenged me by saying that I was afraid to see his bedroom. I was very young (20 maybe, if that) and so I took his dare. I went to his bedroom and looked around, said it was nice, then tried to leave. He blocked the door, shoved me down on the bed and crawled on top of me. He kissed me (very, very bad kisser but what can be expected of a crazy person?) and then slapped my face a couple of times, leaving a light bruise. He began pulling at my clothes and I stopped fighting him when I realized he wanted me to fight. He began to yell and accuse me of 'always teasing him' and never following through. He said something about the last time we were together and all kinds of bizarre things that might indicate that we had dated. I began to apologize for the way I had (hadn't) treated him in the past. I promised to make it up to him but not right then because I was expected elsewhere. He calmed down and got off me. He made me promise that I would see him the next day and go out on his sailboat with him. i agreed. He kissed me goodbye as if nothing out of the norm had happened and I walked calmly to my car, got in, locked the door, and drove away as quickly as I could. He then stalked me. He called my home, my parents' home, the bf's home. He called my folks' house once, I was there, and my dad answered and told him I was in the bathroom. The guy called back a few hours later and, when my dad answered again, he said, "I'm sure he's out of the bathroom by now." He actually did own a silver Porsche because everywhere I went, I saw that fucking car.I have no idea how he found my address but I'm guessing he ran my license plate. He was always parked across the street from my home, parked one aisle over at the market, waiting to follow me home after work. Months later, he finally stopped calling and left me alone but I had some moments when I was really afraid. One of the things that I realized as I rehashed this with my best friend, is that I was just like my bf - a lying, cheating piece of shit. I suppose I got what I deserved but I have never gone to a stranger's home again nor have I had one to my place.

by Anonymousreply 296February 20, 2017 12:38 AM

scary, R296

by Anonymousreply 297February 26, 2017 6:36 AM

I almost got strangled to death once when I was 16 years old.

I thought I was pretty hot shit back then.. for a twink, anyway. I looked like a young Scott Baio and this was back in 1981.. not everybody's cup of tea, but what the hell, I got my huge fill of boys and men back then. Even "straight" guys. Well anyway, I used to disobey my folks all of the time. I'd go out late at night and would especially ditch class all of the time. I don't even remember what I would do half of the time when I'd ditch, but one of my favorite things to do was hitchhike. I wasn't too fond of taking the bus, so I'd just thumb a ride here and there, and see who would take me where. Keep in mind, this was way after people were being told that hitchhiking was dangerous. But I didn't care. Who doesn't feel invincible at 16?

Anyway, one day I thumb a ride and this guy in an Oldsmobile picks me up. He rolls down the window and asks me where I'm going. He was a younger man, like late 20s or 30, with a mustache and shades and he was pretty forward, grabbing his crotch through his jeans. I like the idea of where this is going so I got in and he tells me that we'll drive up to some park. As soon as I get in, he makes small talk and starts stroking my leg. Then his hand reaches and kinda clenches my throat and squeezes and he tells me, "Damn you're cute." This should have been my red flag, but he was laughing, and I think this is kind of a joke, so I go along with it, although a part of me feels something off.

Well, when we get to the park, nobody's there. It's a Monday. He parked at a shaded spot and turned off the engine. He took off his shades and for the first I kinda see that he was a little older than I thought. Maybe late 30s or 40. No biggie. He leaned in on me, and we start making out, and then before you know it, he's moved completely on top of me in the passenger seat, the weight of him pinning me to the seat.

Before I know it, his hands were wrapped around my throat again, this time really tight. His fingers digging into my throat, and I start gagging and struggling, and that's when I finally panicked and realized that this wasn't a game. This guy was really trying to kill me. I squirmed under his weight and tried to push him off, but he was too big and strong.

Thank God for an elderly couple who had been hiking in the park that day. They were nearby and saw something funny going on and the old man yelled "Hey, what's going on over there." The guy finally let go and I could gasp for breath and then he orders me out of the car. Tells me to get the fuck out. I stumbled out, and the guy just jetted out of there.

The elderly couple gave me a ride back to my house, and my parents weren't even home then, but I just rushed to my bedroom and just curled up under my covers.

When my parents came home, I told them I wasn't feeling well, and just stayed in my room all evening and night.

It wasn't until the next morning that I woke up and went into the bathroom that I saw my throat had these insane purple and blue bruises all over them...

by Anonymousreply 298February 26, 2017 8:03 AM

And needless to say, that ended my days of hitchhiking and cruising!

If you've never felt the sensation of being choked, it is the most horrifying, ugly feeling you could ever imagine. I felt like a goldfish flopping out of a tank.

by Anonymousreply 299February 26, 2017 8:11 AM

holy shit! terrifying, R298!

by Anonymousreply 300February 26, 2017 8:26 AM

Picked up this sexy fucker at the bar one night, and we ended up back at his place for a hot and heavy session... he'd mentioned something earlier about his pet dog, which of course went completely over my head at the time because I was too drunk and horny to care and just wanted to get into the feller's pants. Anyway, in the middle of our fuckfest this HUGE (I mean, fucking HUMONGOUS), slobbering pit bull suddenly appears, right there on the bed with us, and over the next couple of hours or so proceeds to silently observe his master engaging in all manner of wild and kinky homo-sex with some drunken and horned-up total stranger (me). When I sobered up in the morning and realized that I'd just spent the night fucking some dude whose huge, slobbering pet pit bull was just inches away from my naked flesh... well, thankfully nothing bad had happened, but I was feeling rather grateful to have not been torn to shreds or mauled to death, woo-hoo! All in all, a most memorable one-night stand...

by Anonymousreply 301March 5, 2017 8:22 PM

" At some point, I agreed to let him pick me up one evening and show me around his restored Victorian townhouse."

MARY!

by Anonymousreply 302March 5, 2017 11:18 PM

bump

by Anonymousreply 303March 12, 2017 10:38 AM

I recently discovered that a mutual friend of mine is a DataLounger based off of him basically re-telling a scary hook-up story that is word for word with one of the posts here.

by Anonymousreply 304March 14, 2017 8:54 PM

bump

by Anonymousreply 305July 1, 2017 7:06 AM

[quote]It wasn't until the next morning that I woke up and went into the bathroom

Your bladder didn't explode?

by Anonymousreply 306July 1, 2017 7:19 AM

Some really dumb and lucky fuckers here.

by Anonymousreply 307July 1, 2017 7:23 AM

Some very lucky people.

by Anonymousreply 308July 1, 2017 9:37 AM

[quote] Some really dumb and lucky fuckers here.

This. Someone upthread posted about how “brave” (or some such synonym) these posters were. Nope. They took risks and were extremely [bold]fortunate[/bold]. In some cases, complete strangers (people about whom they would normally likely talk shit) came to their rescue. In others, the crazy trick decided to let them go (for whatever reason, and not necessarily because of some amazing action the poster took). In most cases, the poster went into fight or flight mode, which was not being brave – it was instinctive.

by Anonymousreply 309July 1, 2017 10:21 PM

[quote]With all this online hooking up, I'm surprised there's not a murder a day. Perfect set-up for robbery or gaybashing, since gay men always want a ruff stud.

This bullshit bias is what gets so many people into trouble, as it is rarely the so-called “ruff” studs who are the problem. As so many of these anecdotes affirm, most often, it is the seemingly quiet, nondescript, “nice” guys who will go all Jeffrey Dahmer on a person. The [italic]”He’s not one of [bold]those[/bold] people”[/italic] attitude gets one hurt or killed.

While I (thankfully!) do not have any good personal stories, the following two happened to a former friend. He was a slut and rather compulsive and reckless with that. Many in our circle of friends repeatedly expressed concern to him that he was playing with fire, which he would dismiss. Anyway, bad experience #1:

He had taken some white guy to his place (I forgot where they met – a bar perhaps), and fucked him BB. My friend said that the guy was nice and a good lay, and it was an enjoyable experience. They engaged in the basic chitchat afterwards, then the guy showered and left. My friend went to the bathroom to discover that the trick had taken a [bold]massive[/bold] shit in his shower and left it there. This was not “accidental”. It was full on deliberate and the guy had exited the bathroom acting as if nothing had occurred. My friend had to then spend time cleaning and disinfecting the entire bathroom. My friends told me afterwards that this was not uncommon with tricks (I was the innocent in our group and I was like [italic]“WTF???”[/italic] ).

Bad experience #2: My friend took another seemingly nice white guy bar hookup to his place to trick. After they finished, the guy went psycho on my friend and began to beat him up. Yes, full on “I’m gonna kill you” shit. My friend (former military) fought back and had to literally fight the guy out of his walkup. My friend sustained a black eye and other moderate-to-serious facial injuries. He wound up at the hospital, pics were taken, and a police report was filed – the whole nine yards. Some of us took shifts caring for him afterwards while he recovered. Because my friend did not have a valid name or contact number for the trick, that was where it ended. This was the experience that finally resulted in him becoming a bit more careful (only a “bit”).

My friends and I theorized that he had had other bad experiences, and that these were the primary two he shared with us (he could not hide the second because of his obvious physical injuries that we helped nurse).

by Anonymousreply 310July 1, 2017 10:24 PM

Wow. Can't help but wonder if he's a former friend because of yet another ,and lethal, hookup.

by Anonymousreply 311July 1, 2017 10:32 PM

R311: No, I ended the friendship for unrelated reasons. He remained friends with others in our circle.

by Anonymousreply 312July 1, 2017 10:38 PM

Yeah, at least once.

by Anonymousreply 313October 29, 2017 6:58 AM

Me too!

by Anonymousreply 314October 29, 2017 6:59 AM

Bumping the DL classic thread for Halloween

by Anonymousreply 315October 29, 2017 5:26 PM

Geez, there are some lucky bitches on this thread!

by Anonymousreply 316December 3, 2017 6:33 AM

[quote]R33 But if I'd been smaller or more intoxicated I have no doubt he would have forced himself on me.

Angela Lansbury wants to know what you were wearing that provoked this...

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by Anonymousreply 317December 3, 2017 7:32 AM

Okay, I've never had a violent encounter, but there was one I had serious misgivings during.

I was living in West Hollywood, where each year there's an elaborate Halloween parade. I would always dress up in drag, and pick up REALLY REALLY cute guys. I'm kind of bookish looking in person, but look quite good all dolled up. I think I was a stewardess that year.

Anyway, there was a man standing under the shadows of a palm tree on my street, and he was huge. Like, tall wrestler huge. Buzz cut hair. Tan. He was not wearing a costume, which might have tipped me off he wasn't exactly in the holiday spirit. Anyway, I invited him back to my place, where he was very agreeable. In the light, I noticed how HUGE his muscles were. Like, his neck was the size of my thigh. He looked around and said, "You have a nice crib here," and I thought, "Oh dear, isn't that a prison term?" It was at this point it was occurring to me he could snap my neck with one hand.

Anyway, in the bedroom he was lying on top of me and I was pinching his nipples (you know, just to have something to do) and I said "Is that okay? Does that hurt." Then he said the words: "No, it's okay. I like the blood."

Soooooo....after gulping, I threw myself into making him come as fast as possible, then I got us back into the living room. I threw open the front door, saying, "Gosh, it's so hot in here," hoping a neighbor would hear me scream if there was trouble. But it was fine: He called me Lovechild, and left.

I slept with a knife under my pillow for weeks.

by Anonymousreply 318December 3, 2017 7:55 AM

[quote]R172 ...the guy was just standing alone in the shadows, under some trees and that should have been my first clue. Who just hangs out alone in the dark, after a rain, with nobody else around? But I don't listen to my first instinct because this guy was built like an NFL player. All of 6'3, muscled and stocky and a military-style buzzcut...a little bit of me is [now] always a little cautious to hook-up with any guy who is significantly larger than me or can overpower me.

Okaaaaaayyyyyyy...I skipped to the end of this thread to post, after reading a little. Now having gone back to the beginning and read more, I WONDER IF THIS IS THE GUY I HOOKED UP WITH @ R318 ??? It would have been around 2005-ish. If it was, when he was with me he was rather quiet and he didn't get rough...but he still put me off somewhat.

by Anonymousreply 319December 3, 2017 8:34 AM

[quote]R228 Of course, I didn't listen and got into macho older man's car. We started making out in his car...he pretty much ripped my shirt off and was trying to get my pants off. Creepily, he started calling me "baby" and saying "daddy's gonna fuck you good" and started trying to spank me hard. He had me pushed up against the passenger side window and was trying to push his fingers into me, calling me "daddy's little whore" and pulling my hair.

Mom?

by Anonymousreply 320December 3, 2017 8:55 AM

[quote]R296 (very, very bad kisser but what can be expected of a crazy person?)

THIS made me LAUGH!

by Anonymousreply 321December 3, 2017 9:11 AM

Not my story, but an older friend of mine swears that he hooked up with Angelo Buono, who was one of the Hillside Stranglers back in the 70s. He was his type, a rough trade Italian. He says they cruised each other and ended up in a fleabag motel where Angelo tried to tie him to the bed, but he fought him off and escaped the room. Because he was closeted then, he never filed any sort of police report. He was rattled but didn't think about it again until he saw his photo in a newspaper.

As far as I know, Buono would only end up killing women, but who knows, maybe he was bi? Or a twin? This friend is not the type to lie.

by Anonymousreply 322December 3, 2017 9:21 AM

A friend of mine said a pickup in the 1990s who was fucking him from behind tried to put a cloth of chloroform over his mouth and nose. As I remember it, they kept having sex after he specified the guy shouldn't do that (??) I think the pickup was a doctor.

I could be telling this wrong...

by Anonymousreply 323December 3, 2017 9:38 AM

I had a hot AF white trash guy cruise me for over an hour while waiting at the canandian border - near vancouver. The line was so long people were getting out of their cars and walking around. Anyway.. he was sitting on his hood watching me. I was playing it cool. I was too scared to do anything .. I was 19. I finally got through and stopped for gas and not 10min later he pulls up .. after following me no doubt. Up close I could see he was typical yakima white trash .. hot but scary. He asked if I had a cig .. nope I said. Idk why I stood there talking.. The thought of Yakima wt dick maybe. So he invites me to a party that night off commercial drive .. ( not as hipster back then). I show up horny.. of course. Ends up being a huge party.. cops show up. I realuze he shoved blow in backpack while I wasnt looking.. I climbed out the window and ran..I spent the 2 days scared shitless I was gonna get jumped. I flushed it all down the toliet at my buddies house. Anyways no dick but still some scary shit

by Anonymousreply 324December 3, 2017 9:52 AM

bump

by Anonymousreply 325December 3, 2017 3:47 PM

May these droll and cautionary anecdotes serve as an antidote to feckless concupiscience.

by Anonymousreply 326December 6, 2017 1:04 AM

Best thread on DL. Be careful out there.

by Anonymousreply 327December 6, 2017 1:19 AM

I posted this under another thread The Dangers of hookups:

This is the brief synopsis. In the later 70's my brother's partner, K, when to the beach for a hookup. He got into a car with a guy and went for a drive. His hookup started talking about how he had killed someone that evening. K thought he was going to be killed. Later, the guy just dropped K off on some street and left. K finally got to the police (no cell phones in those days, lol). The guy had not only murdered someone, he had dismembered the body and left parts all around the country. One of the arms was found in a dumpster by a park, a block from my childhood house. The park I played tetherball every summer! K had to testify, in a time when gays were even less prone for being treated nicely by the legal system. The guy was convicted of murder. I don't recall ever knowing the background of the murderer, as details of these type crimes were probabky too seedy for news publication. I tried to go back to the newspaper to find one of the articles, but you had to pay for a subscription, so I didn't bother. We never talked about it much. My brother is coming to my house for Christmas, and I am going to ask for more details (my brothers is married to a wonderful guy, for gosh at least 28 years or more!!!).

by Anonymousreply 328December 6, 2017 6:51 AM

BUMP

by Anonymousreply 329February 12, 2018 6:11 PM

Don't date cops. I had to transfer schools to get away from one. Seriously just don't.

by Anonymousreply 330February 12, 2018 6:36 PM

R330, details please!

by Anonymousreply 331February 12, 2018 6:40 PM

So I met one of the local weathermen in the southern city I grew up in.

I was 19 and thought i'd hit the jackpot, he was tall handsome broad shouldered, blond, muscular, obviously with a deep sexy broadcast voice.

We went to a sports bar where he proceeded to get very drunk, I didn't have my car and I wasn't anywhere familiar, also it was in the 90's or I would have called an Uber!

He drove crazy drunk all the way to his place, narrowly missing pedestrians and other motorists.

Back at his place, he started out very passionate and it was hot for 5 minutes before he started sweating profusely and throwing swings at me.

I dont remember anything after that except waking up locked in his arms, in so much pain, covered in bruises and almost suffocating from his morning after alcohol breath.

When he felt me waking, he started fucking me while he restrained me- he was strong. I guess you could call that rape since I didn't want it and I'm pretty sure he did the same while I was passed out.

After he finished, he got up and made coffee, I got up and found my clothes, got dressed and made my way out of his house. In the kitchen I found him crying and he said "I'm sorry I hurt you, I promise I wont do it again, I love you, please dont leave!"

Of course I left, completely shocked at what had just happened. I was in college, in the closet and this guy had a big local career. I never told anyone until now but I now I realize I shouldve called the cops, filed charges and become a part of sordid local scandal that had the potential to go national.

Missed opportunity

by Anonymousreply 332February 12, 2018 7:21 PM

When I was 18 or 19, before the internet, I responded to a phone personals ad in the M4M section of the weekly rag. The guy called me back and we arranged to meet at a Wendy's (LOL). I knew he was older, I was into older guys at the time, but he was just GROSS. Said he was 30, looked 45. Greasy, dandruff-y hair, sunken eyes, bad clothes. He kept fondling my leg under the table, and I was too polite to swat his hand away (I should have just turned around when I saw him, but again I was young and too concerned with hurting anyone's feelings).

I had walked there as I didn't have a car, and when I finally told him I had to leave, he insisted he give me a ride. I refused, telling him I wanted to walk and listen to my Walkman (LOL), and he persisted. "I thought you liked me! Why don't you trust me? It's just a ride!" REALLY aggressive. I started walking and he pulled up next to me asking me again, yelling at me. I finally ducked into a supermarket just to get away from him. Thank GOD he didn't have my phone number.

A couple months later I was watching the local news and they were reporting on the arrest of a suspect in the murder of a local gay businessman. They showed a pic of the suspect and it was the Wendy's guy! I never used that phone personals thing again.

by Anonymousreply 333February 12, 2018 7:39 PM

[quote]Said he was 30, looked 45.

A Datalounger, by the sound of it.

by Anonymousreply 334February 12, 2018 8:24 PM

No. A Datalounger would have said he was 30 and looked 60

by Anonymousreply 335February 12, 2018 8:27 PM

[quote]I was too polite to swat his hand away (I should have just turned around when I saw him, but again I was young and too concerned with hurting anyone's feelings).

As Gavin De Becker says in The Gift of Fear - NEVER give a SHIT whether some creepy stranger thinks you are 'rude' - just tell them to fuck off!

by Anonymousreply 336February 12, 2018 8:27 PM

At a friend of a friend's apartment in Chicago, I see a framed cocktail napkin hanging on the wall. On it was written "Jeff" and a phone number. He had met Jeffrey Dahmer at a bar in Milwaukee and gotten his number but never did anything about it. He said he was hot but suuuuper drunk which is why he never followed up. Found the napkin later and made the connection.

by Anonymousreply 337February 12, 2018 8:55 PM

R337 wins

by Anonymousreply 338February 12, 2018 9:03 PM

....

by Anonymousreply 339February 12, 2018 9:07 PM

BUMP

by Anonymousreply 340February 13, 2018 2:35 AM

R328, if a guy said that to me, I would have thought he meant that I WAS INDEED pinching too hard and to let up a bit on his nipples. He was probably an alright guy.

by Anonymousreply 341February 22, 2018 6:00 AM

Oops sorry I meant r318 /

by Anonymousreply 342February 22, 2018 6:02 AM

Bumpity bump

by Anonymousreply 343February 22, 2018 10:11 AM

More.

by Anonymousreply 344February 26, 2020 4:50 AM
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