It seems that the gay world is rampant with crazies. From ceaseless stalkers to hopeless meth heads, from sex addicts to pathological liars, they are always amongst us, everywhere we go. I’m sure we’ve all had run-ins, and having an online presence on gay “dating” sites exponentially increases the probability of coming across one. It is in this light that I introduce to you Mike, who I affectionately call The Guy Who Wanted To Rape Me.
It all began innocently enough: Some 23 year old guy propositioned me online for sex in exchange for money. He wasn’t exactly what fits my personal mold of attractive (we all have one), but intrigued, I decided to inquire a bit more. I asked him what he wanted, he said he wanted to get me drunk for $250. I’m anything far from being a complete moron, so I knew were this was going. I said, “Sorry, I’m a top only” and he said that I shouldn’t worry, he’d take it slow. I replied, “Hell no.” So then he asked me what I would do and I said, “What do you want and I’ll you if I can do it.” He asked for a blowjob with a condom for $150. I said I’d think about it but had to go and that we could talk later. However, at this time I’m definitely not considering doing anything with him and am more just going along to see what this guy was like.
Mike messaged me online the next day and asked if I was still interested, adding that he’d blow me if I would blow him. The guy was pretty adamant about the whole thing and uncomfortable with his aggressiveness, I said that I was no longer interested and logged off.
This guy keeps messaging me incessantly, asking why I don’t want to meet up and what it would take to agree. I don’t believe in blocking people unless they do something repulsive, because I think it’s cowardice and there are better options, so I just ignored him. Eventually, however, I decided that I would entertain myself and just drag this out. The guy had shown himself to be overly aggressive and rude. I wasn’t interested in playing psychological games with him, however, I still wanted to pick his brain a little.
Eventually, he offered $200 for a two-hour blowjob. I said that there’s no way that I’d give anyone a two hour blowjob. He asked if I drank Jack Daniels. I said no and, taking on some obnoxious, pretentious ass, told him that I only drink Johnny Walker Blue. He said that he could get some. Quickly after, he asked if I had ever been fucked, and I responded by saying that I have absolutely no desire and that he would not be sticking his dick anywhere inside my ass. I then excused myself from the conversation.
This game went on for a good deal longer. Every time, he would offer to by me alcohol to “loosen me up,” and reading between the lines, I asserted that he would not be fucking me. Mike told me that he’d be gentle, that I shouldn’t worry, and that it would feel good. I still said hell no. Occasionally he would tell me “SORRY!” for being too pushy and then ask me if I accept his apology. I just replied that every time he asks me if I’d ever bottom for him, I become more tempted to just tell him goodbye. In what was an attempt to show me that he wasn’t a terrible guy, he would ask me questions about my personal life. I always responded that I prefer to keep my personal life personal. Soon thereafter, he would tell me that he can offer more “benefits” in exchange for me letting him “go in me.” I said no, to stop pestering me and look elsewhere. Mike did not get the message.
The culmination of Mike’s “relationship” with me came two months after he initially messaged me. He told me that he was sitting in a hotel room with his eight inch cock hard and ready for me. I said no, I’m not interested. We then had this exchange:
Mike: what if i say just massage and take u to a motel and get agressive and rape u Mike: some people like it, u like that? Me: at this point i have no idea if you’re being serious or being sarcastic Mike: u wanna try it Mike: u ever tried that or ever been forced? Me: no, nor do i have any interest Me: and at this point i’d like to say that our contact is over Me: goodbye
The conversation then ended there, but Mike’s efforts to woo me did not. Our last conversation came about a month later, when Mike messaged me saying that he was “fucking tired and needing a massage” and was ready and hard. I told him that no, I’m not going to meet up with someone who asked if I wanted to be raped. He then responded with, “u are a GAME good night.” Mike and I have not talked since that time.
Anyway, the moral of the story to gays everywhere: Don’t be creepy and crazy, because there are already enough of them. Like Mike.
