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SHORT STORY

Deviant deviations

By Richard de Orizaba

Once in a while I am totally wrong about some guy I pick up. I pride myself in being a very good judge of character and I have almost consistently relied on first impressions and my intuition to determine if somebody is worth knowing or exploring the possibility of a friendship or even just a casual sexual encounter.

I was wrong one time when I picked up this dude in Miami and he turned out to be one of these chain smokers who even had to stop the fucking to smoke a cigarette. That is when I got up and left.

Then there was another one in Fort Lauderdale who took me home and didn’t warn me that he was into bondage. I don’t criticize that in itself, but I would like to know ahead of time before I go home with somebody to have the option of participating or not. This guy was just sneaky and he only wanted my complicity after he got me all hot and bothered. I was horny enough but I also left his apartment after I was on the bed already and he started to pull out some rope to tie my wrists and feet.

But I think that the one who takes the cake of all these aborted sexual escapades was a guy in Houston I met at “The Loading Dock”. He was gorgeous, you would look at him and you would think that he was a model and more. His body was not scrawny like a model but built like a body builder, without the morphed exaggerations. His name was Robbie and he was 26 years old. He said he was an accountant.

We started to make out in the bar and he was a good kisser. I was a bit fascinated by all the tats and the piercings. He had several in his ears, one on each nipple and a Prince Albert which I could feel through the pants when I cupped his crotch. He had a very pleasant face, good looking with a moustache and a goatee. He wore a baseball cap to hide his receding hairline. But other than that, the guy was hot. The body this guy had was very muscular and he was a big boy. He probably towered over 6’2”, much taller than me.

He talked me into coming over to his apartment after he got me all hot and bothered. Mind you, that bar was notorious for picking up somebody right there and just going into the backroom and consummating the lovemaking. I guess he wanted more and I was not prepared to what I got myself into.

Please don’t misunderstand me here; I have fetishes too; like eating armpits and drinking cum. But I always make it clear to my prospective sex partner those are the things I like. I even tell them some of the things I don’t like: like for them to use a deodorant or going at it bareback. In any case, I went with him (I am going to leave his name out on purpose) and he lived pretty close to the bar.

When we got there, sitting in the living room was his roommate/fuck buddy. I had not bargained for that, especially when I looked at the guy I was just not attracted to him. But I figured, what the hell, I can always give him a charity fuck and if he has a nice dick I would probably suck him off too. He was even taller than my trick and more on the hefty side, not bad if you looked at him as a package. But then he took off his clothes and there it was. So tragically under hung that I actually felt sorry for him.

That was not all. He came over and wanted to kiss. I started to and then I smelled his breath. I have never smelled such a foul breath on a guy before. I was beginning to get turned off altogether.

It was about this time that my trick came back from the bedroom with a box full of dildoes. That too is not very exciting for me. He pulled one out, one of the bigger ones, applied some lube and gave it to me to fuck him with it. I did and I wasn’t getting any hornier. I mean, usually a guy is drawn to my big cock and wants to suck it before doing anything else. I mean, the preliminaries to sex can be just as exciting as the sex act itself.

I started to fuck his roommate and fuck him with the dildo. Just when I thought that was as far as the weirdness was going, my trick gets my hand full of Crisco and now wants me to fist fuck him. I did that too and by now I was starting to regret the whole thing.

I swear I was going into his ass with my arm almost all the way to my elbow and I don’t have small hands. He was enjoying this tremendously and I was glad for him but it wasn’t doing anything for me. He shot his wad and I pulled out my hand. He gave me a towel and I wiped my arm.

Then he got me to take out my cock from his roommate’s ass and insisted I pee into a glass container. I barely could because I can’t pee with a hard on. I waited a little bit and since I was so turned off my dick started to go flaccid. I peed into the container and I was totally grossed out when he drank all of it. I excused myself telling them that I had a lot of trouble usually reaching an orgasm and that once I went soft I couldn’t get hard again. I got dressed and left.