Straight men and me

Not sure what it is about "straight" Married Guys" but they have always hit me up. Throughout the years I have always had more luck picking up a "Straight " guy at a bar or outing than a gay guy at a gay club. Don't know why, just easier and less BS to hook up with a straight married guy.

96% of my friends are straight and married. But every once in a while, seems that one of the husbands will hit on me. Lately it's been through facebook messages or KIK messenger. Starts off random, then always hint or suggest sex.

The latest encounter,  a few weeks back the Atlanta Falcons had a preseason game against the Cincinnati Bengals. I'm a season ticket holder and my cousin had prior plans. So I asked my best friend, if she would mind her husband going to the game with me. She was like YES, get him out of the house.

After a few phone calls he decided to pick me up, drive to the game, etc... Game was ok, he constantly bought me beers. My thoughts he was paying me back for tickets, the sexual side was thinking Hmmm, trying to get me a buzz or are you trying to get a buzz?

Game over. Back to my house, he said thanks a bunch. It was fun, I like trying new things. Mind if I come in, she is not expecting me back home for another hour?

Now granted I have eyeballed him before. Nice solid build, with a Boston accent, big hands, really caring but manly.

We went into my house, grabbed another beer and he sat RIGHT next to me on the couch. Knees touching. Now I have an older sectional, so it's big.  He started talking about how it's good to get away from the wife and kids and do man stuff. Said he likes the way I carry myself, that I really don't ACT gay and kicked his shoes off. (I have heard that line before from guys, so I knew where the conversation was going)

Quick decision time, go for it or back off. I pretty much said I just being myself. Not trying to pretend to be one way or another, no fronts, no closet. And quickly told him how lucky he was to have a good woman. I then grabbed the remote from the other side of the couch and sat down. We chit chatted for a bit, then he went home. Of course that night I replayed how I should have jumped his bones. But I have to have a line somewhere. So I went and posted an ad on Craigslist, and met some random dude for a quickie.

Of course I have picked up married guys before, but being at a bar, bath house, or bookstore is totally different. I'm not friends with the wife. Well he still sends me suggestive text and messages on facebook. I joke back that he couldn't handle me and keep it light hearted and fun.

So my question is how come I have better luck with "Straight - married men" then with gay men?

Inserection

Went to Inserection this morning (Cheshire bridge rd) , paid the quick entry fee. A mix of folks, black, white, 1 asian, age range from young, lol to old. I walked a around for a bit till my eyes adjusted. Nice little layout. This bearded guy that sorta of looked like a rugby player cruised me for a bit, ending up in  booth with a glory hole. Nice size piece, kept telling me to swallow the whole thing, I sucked on him for about 10 minutes, then decided to walk around a bit. Went into the  dark room and was groped and had my nipples pinched and sucked, loved it. Was jerking two guys off, couldn't tell you if they were young or old, the room is actually dark. After a few minutes, I left the dark room and noticed a nice looking white guy, with curly hair. Followed him upstairs, we rubbed and grinded a bit, the area got busy, so we went back down to a booth. Dude worked my nipples out of this world, eventually he dropped to his knees and sucked me with one the best mouths I have ever felt, while at the same time rubbing my ass, and occasionally stopping to suck my nips, needless to say I came in buckets, thanked him and headed out the door.

Upon exit some large really feminine gut asked me if was busy inside? I said the usual, he asked if I wanted to go to his place, I quickly declined. Hopped on the interstate and decided to go back to Fulton Indus. to the other bookstore. About 4 cars in  the lot, a bearded white guy with cargo shorts, (he was very busy, while I was there). A really short guy, could not figure out his race, a white guy in business attire  an older Mexican guy. After standing around a bit, I ended up in the booth with the older Mexican guy, had a small dick with a large head, jacked him for a few minutes, but he showed no signs of wanting to fuck and that's what I wanted. An older black man , guess in his 50's came in, started the rubbing of his crotch. I was really into him, but as time went, I changed my mind. Had a nice solid piece and played with my nips and rubbed my ass a bunch. He asked if I liked to get fucked and I said YES, he continued to rub my hole for a bit, than asked if I had a condom. Oops I forgot, so he put the big old dick away and departed the booth.


Mexican guy was standing there, so I played with his dick for a few minutes, white guy in the cargo shorts, followed a blue collar white dude into a booth. Damn I always miss out. So I figure I have been at this long enough, bout to leave a really average looking guy walked in, jeans, button up shirt, made eye contact followed him into a booth. He immediately grabbed my junk, not really what I wanted, but it was cool, after jerking me for a few minutes, I reached out and took his piece out. Not to big nor to small, (shaved pubes) I went down on him like thunder in Georgia. Bobbing up and down,(of course, someone was knocking on the door), after a few minutes, he backed up, and jerked for about 15 seconds, and blew a big load that hit the screen. Sweet. He quickly dressed and exited the booth.

I checked fmy phone for messages - Adam4adam app on, usual messages "Sup" Can I hit that?'" But nothing that seemed serious

I walk out cargo pants was standing there, lol. Not seeing anyone else that wet my appetite, I decided to go into another booth and jack off.

Exit: Some crack head lady asked if I had some change, NOPE, then some dude walked up to my car when I got in, I closed the door and cracked the window. "I have no change" He replied I'm not asking for nothing, then asked if I had a smoke,. Again a bad area, but kinda of get off on the thrill of excitement. Well have to make some money, so off to work I go.

Bookstore encounter

After a month I finally got some, yeahhhhh. Was feeling horned up all day. Went onto Adam4adam, lots of email but no one was serious for sex right now. Everyone wants an extra picture or to meet later today, or the weekend or 3 am in the morning. I wanted some real sex, right now. Went to xtube and watched a couple of videos, got off, but I was still horned up. So decided to  head straight to Fulton Industrial. First I will say it's not the safest place in the world, but it was the nearest to me and I just needed some dick bad.

The parking lot was full, which really got me excited. (Found out that folks park there, and hang out on the side of the building or just hang out. Pretty sure it's something illegal).  So I ignore the dude sitting in the car, and ignore the homeless looking guy standing next to the door. Pay my entry fee... first noticed a 30 something  year old black guy, clean cut, dockers, loafers, etc, just standing there playing on his phone. Right off the bat I knew he was not what I was looking for.

A white businessman, obviously just got off, quickly brushed pass me and out the door. I went the opposite direction of phone guy, there stood a tall black guy, not large or fat but just big. Just didn't have a good vibe for him. He just stood on the back wall and stared  at me.

Not seeing anything else, I was like why is it so hard to get a good quick fuck in Atlanta? So I stood there and read the box covers for the movies for about 10 minutes.
A blue collar dude came in and I was like finally!!!! Well he went straight into a booth and then tall guy ran right after him. My luck, gotta be bold, but I am staying cool. Figure if nothing else I can just go back home finger myself, watch xxx videos and get off.

Desperation was staring to creep into my head, figure once tall guy was done, I would let him get me off. funny how I am not interested then as clock continues to count, I change my mind.

Well the door opened and in walked this middle age black guy, decent height, clean cut, married man chubbies shorts, black socks. He walks pass and immediately starts to feel himself. At this point I'm like what the hell I need some and I need some now.  I slide pass him into a booth,  pulled my pants down just a bit off my butt, after 30 seconds the door opens and I'm like  "Finally".  He his still rubbing himself and ask if I would like some company. I quickly feel his dick. I'm not a size queen, it was average length and damn it was thick. I jacked him for a minute while he pinched my nips and rubbed my ass. Usually I love to suck, but today I just wanted to get fucked. He said what do you like as he was rubbing my ass, I said whatever and grinded my butt into him. Dude dropped his pants, took a condom out  - man I was ready

 For a few minutes he moved his shaft up and down my crack while he kissed my neck asking me if I wanted it. I was so hot, meanwhile someone keeps tapping lightly on the door to my booth, but I don't care. I came to get some, and I was about to. Slam it in me Middle age dude.
Even though I was ready, Middle age dude took his time. He slowly slid into me. Man it felt good. I was ready to ride and he was in slow motion.

Once he started pounding on me, someone was still tapping at the door, funny thing was hearing his car keys dangle and clang with every thrust. I was giving him my all and Middle age dude kept pumping away. Usually I get made, that most guys I'm with only last a few minutes, but dude was going to down. Had me put my knees on the bench, he dove back me and gave me a fucking I haven't had in years. After 15 minutes I was like, ok I'm good, I need to go in a few minutes, go ahead and bust that nut in me, Middle age dude said "No Princess, gonna take me some time"

Well to make a long story short, he was very local when he finally came, I quickly dressed and thanked him, exited the booth, Tall Guy was standing outside of the booth and phone boy was standing in the same spot from when I arrived.

Now 2 days later I'm still sore, and all I can think is "Why didnt I give Middle age dude my email or phone number

What Happened

My earliest memory of sex I was in elementary school. My siblings and I went to the babysitters before and after school. One of her sons, that was  few years older than me, would force me to have sex with him. I don't remember if it was just oral or what, but somewhere along the way I started to enjoy it. I still have issues with him and never confronted him about what he did. I often wondered if this had not happened, what kind of life would I have. Would I be straight, married with 3.5 kids and a white picked fence? Who knows.

My entire life as an adolescent, teenager and adult life has revolved around sex. Either from messing around with friends, hanging in seedy bathrooms, bathhouses, adult bookstores, truck stops and somehow trying to live a secret life, with family, work and friends. I have so many memories of hanging out in a mall bathrooms, having sex, or pretty much giving oral to whoever wanted it. Just looking for something, but not sure what I was looking for. Ahh the days of gloryholes. Luckily I never got in any trouble.

Funny part is when I travel now, I still look for places with gloryholes. I have an image problem with myself, though I usually have no problem picking someone up.

I am in a relationship now. Have been for the last 8 years. Have found out that he has cheated on me a few times. I blow up and kick him out, but the strange part is I do that same thing. (Just haven't been caught) So why get mad at him? I don't know. I'm not cheating just for the sex, guess I'm just looking for something, but not sure what.

There have been a few relationships I had that were made of dreams, but somehow I was not happy. Then of course the ones I highly desire just want to play games. I dated this well endowed European, that would give me the world, nicest person I have ever met. Socially, personality, he was a great guy? Somehow I messed that up by having sex with one of his friends. Why? I don't know? I wasn't being slick, but went out and did it. It wasn't just the sex, but I just wanted to do it. Best relationship I ever had, was done.

Lets meet up

Why is it so hard to meet up with folks? All of the mobile apps, dating sites it's still hard.

Yeap I get many replies from guys. From the standard "sup" " wanna fuck" scam artists, pic collectors, to those that just use the sites to kill time, we not intention of meeting up.

On the rare occasions  it happens, dudes seemed to have aged 20 years from the last email. Gained another 30 pounds enroute to meet or cannot read a ruler. 9 inches does not equal the size of a coffee pot.

Have had a few encounters that were good and in fact they looked better than the pic that was sent.

Let's just be honest in what we are looking for and how we look. If you actually plan to hook up, it shouldn't take 20 emails or text.

Discrimination

The times have changed a bunch since the 70's. Gay rights, marriage or should I say Civil unions and the entire country. I vividly remember my youth where I could get whoever I wanted and if not, if was his lost.

With all the progress there is more Discrimination within the gay community, then from the outside world. I have pretty much been in interracial relationships. The gay community depending on what city, and what event can be very funny. Yeah i am no longer a chicken or today called a twink. I don't fit into the muscle group, bear group, climbing the social ladder, politics, art, drag or silver foxes,. Just a regular gay black guy living life. Friends know that I am gay, but I don't wear a sign, saying look here I am a gay black bottom that love white tops.

Have been in many different situations and groups and there is always the one queen or social elite that thinks (or gives the look) my partner should not be white, what are you doing with him or what is he doing with you. The funniest part is that I have been told  "you dont act gay" what the hell is that? Should I wear some booty cutters and throw my hands in the air? Or should I be very girly? No I'm just being myself.

Many of the clubs, gatherings and events are based around age or categories. I went to Blakes on the park, one weeknight. I came in from the parking entrance. Clicks of folks, mostly the younger crowd. Of course the pretty boys hung together, the every guy wants me group loudly talked, then there was a group of us that just hung around.  Blacks were with blacks, twinks with twinks, young preppy with themselves, and the glamor girls, enough said. I stayed for about an hour with another friend. No conversations were struck with anyone.

Unspoken rule that is if you speak or just say hello, that you might be interested. I have never understood it.

But back to the topic, the gay movement has come along way, but for some reason we as gay people do not want to do what we are asking the straight world to do. Lets all be friends. I could care less if you are a muscle hairy daddy, I just wanted to say hi and meet/make some friends, it does not mean I want to sleep with you. (Well sometimes that was my motive). But I have never had a problem in a straight bar, meeting folks or hooking up, guess I'm a magnet that way. But we have to accept each other before we make demands that the world accept us.

A little something about me. Living life as a gay black male, 40's stuff that happening years ago and events going on in my life now. I will change many names of those involved, to protect the innocent, lol. From where I came from , dealing with issues of being gay, clubbing, tearooms (back in the day), discrimination in the gay community from within, and just my life, the good and the bad.