Arrogance and Fear

“HOW DARE HE ASSUME I WOULD AUTOMATICALLY BLOG ABOUT HIM?” How rude of that pimpled, hipster want to be, I am going to blog about him!

I haven’t been rubbed the wrong way in a while by someone. I know I did tell him I wouldn’t blog about him last night at work but hell why not? So I first came across Mr. 2013 international hooker of the year about two years ago and thought, he is kind of cute. Which I thought was odd because I normally stay away very far from blonds because I am normally not attracted to them. Then he had commented on something of mine and thought oh he was a cool guy. So things were looking pretty ok. Then, I started my blog, which in the beginning he liked. Then he switched his opinion because I was attacking Bruno on my blog. I didn’t have a problem with this. Everyone has right to their own opinion and thoughts.

So, last night I ended up actually meeting Mr. 2013 International Male Hooker, in person for the first time.  I was working and he came up to me and we both knew who each other was instantly. We were chatting and things were ok. So visually right off the bat, I was kind of stunned. I had told him that I thought he would be a lot shorter then he actually was. He is actually pretty tall. While we were working together we were being chatty and bitching about some of the idiot go-go dancers. So after dancing about an hour I got down. Soon after he followed, my lead he had only been up for about 30 minutes.

So in the changing room I got a much better look at him. There was a lot more, light in the changing room. I noticed a few things about him right away.  In my head I wanted to do was retract thinking about him sexually. The first thing I noticed was so endless number of zits he had. I had asked him, if he was on a cycle of steroids. His response was that he is winding down form a current cycle. He was covered in zits ranging from small to giant sized sores from front to back (a countless amount, it kind of freaked me out a little bit). The second thing was in my head, was that if he had been on steroids, I would expect a more developed chest and body. He had a boy body with a lumberjack face. Then I thought to myself he must be the most photo shopped person on the internet.

 

He was having issues with his cock ring and he asked me if I had one, I didn’t. I told him if his pubic hair was getting pulled out, why wouldn’t he just trim his pubes? His response was he couldn’t his pubes had to be long for his clients. Then conversation got bounced around, because other go-goes would change up the topic of conversation. Somehow being in the army got brought up. He said he saluted me for my service. I made a joke about him not saluting me because his dick wasn’t hard. His reply was that he didn’t think he had anything left because clients had drained him.

Time passed and we chatted some more here and there. When he first moved to LA he started the off ball rolling at being a slut. What I was told and what he confirmed that he was a major whore right off the bat, which nothing is wrong with that. Kicking things off with fisting my buddy. I guess he had a bad experience with me buddy. From what I know of my bud, if you’re a douche to him he doesn’t act very friendly. So chatting continued and he started talking more about random stuff. He started talking about this sex party he was going to after work. Having lived in Los Angeles for 8 plus years, I pretty much know who throws the sex parties in this town. I personally don’t go to sex parties because you never know who is going to be there and that freaks me the fuck out. He complained about having to stay the longer shift since he didn’t show up on time and that sex party was all that he could think of.

So I asked what area it was in so I could narrow who was the host of the party. I have saved some friends from crazies and crazy situations before involving sex parties. He started being an ass and saying it was private and that he wasn’t going to tell me. I had told him, it wasn’t my scene, I just wanted to know who was throwing it, might save him a headache or two. Again he came back with a smart ass comment and said that he wasn’t going to tell me anything about the party because, he might end up on my blog. I said something about he wouldn’t end up on it because we hadn’t done a scene together. So I guess I lied because here he is.

Work ended and I headed home. I was way to fucking tired, so I got home and took a shower and went to bed. I woke up at 6:30am kind of annoyed at him. I was being nice and friendly and he had been a dick. So I started to think about what I knew about the whole situation that occurred. He had mentioned that he didn’t want to walk to the party so he might “Uber” (taxi) it there.  So knowing what I know of the sex parties within walking distance I narrowed the field.

Thought Bubble in 3.2.1

Then I was like why wouldn’t he want to tell me? Then realized he was clearly afraid of it ending up on my blog. So thinking about it some more I kind came to the conclusion that it had to be a possibility of a few things. Examples included: a TWEAKER sex party, or a BAREBACK sex party or maybe a combo of the two. Since the area he could walk to from where he was at, hosted a lot of those. Not to mention his fear of someone knowing whose party he was going to. The thought of him getting put into a sling and getting used was laughable and cringe worthy. Unless he was lying about his dick not working. So letting my imagination run with it and the twisted sense of humor. My thoughts ran to Treasure Island Media movies references like the movie “Slammed” and “Dawson’s 50 load weekend.” Since I don’t know him very well and I enjoy speculating the most horrific speculations are my favorite. I asked him if he was a sex addict. He didn’t answer my question. He did basically confirmed that he was a sex addict. By saying he doesn’t think that there was such a thing as a sex addict. I rolled my eyes and thought why did I bother being friendly to this jackass all night long.

And we are back in 3.2.1

This info would kind of ruin his image of being a good boy in porn. If it true or not I don’t really care. At this point it was a waste of my time and energy trying to be nice to an asshole. I had given him info about how things worked at work. I was trying to be a nice guy and he ended up being full of himself the ego was inflated. I guess there is a truth to the saying, “If you are ugly on the inside it will show on the outside”.