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Bluelighter
Teh Bum Reaper
I don't know if it's a good idea to post this. The few times I've told it, I was either accused of making it up or laughed at. But here it goes... Some people say that you should be flattered whenever a gay person hits on you and that it means you're good looking. But that kind of attention from gays sends me to the brink of a panic attack. So here's another story about a closet case. While I was at a bar several years ago, a sequenceof events that would contintue to haunt me to this day began to unfold. All evening I had been drinking beer, eating pills, and injecting adrenaline. Then this clean-cut, all-american-looking guy sits down on the stool beside me adn starts an unconfortable conversation. He says he likes my veins. He goes on to say he likes the way they pop out along my biceps and forearms. He tells me he's a business major and is the president of one of hte fraternities at the uniersity. I don't remember which one. Then he sets this pair of black leather fingerless gloves on the bar and asks me to put them on. Then he asks me to meet him later and fuck him. I tell him no and get up and sit somewhere else. Pretty soon, I started to feel extremely fucked up and dizzy. So i stagger home and pass out. Next morning that guy is in my room, and he's wearing the fingerless black leather gloves. I have no idea how he got there. I stand up and tell him to get out. He doesn't respond so I dragged him down the hall and pushed him down teh stairs. Then I ran to tghe toilet to puke. Needless to say, my asshole hurt. I fear the worst.
I don't know if it's a good idea to post this. The few times I've told it, I was either accused of making it up or laughed at. But here it goes... Some people say that you should be flattered whenever a gay person hits on you and that it means you're good looking. But that kind of attention from gays sends me to the brink of a panic attack. So here's another story about a closet case. While I was at a bar several years ago, a sequenceof events that would contintue to haunt me to this day began to unfold. All evening I had been drinking beer, eating pills, and injecting adrenaline. Then this clean-cut, all-american-looking guy sits down on the stool beside me adn starts an unconfortable conversation. He says he likes my veins. He goes on to say he likes the way they pop out along my biceps and forearms. He tells me he's a business major and is the president of one of hte fraternities at the uniersity. I don't remember which one. Then he sets this pair of black leather fingerless gloves on the bar and asks me to put them on. Then he asks me to meet him later and fuck him. I tell him no and get up and sit somewhere else. Pretty soon, I started to feel extremely fucked up and dizzy. So i stagger home and pass out. Next morning that guy is in my room, and he's wearing the fingerless black leather gloves. I have no idea how he got there. I stand up and tell him to get out. He doesn't respond so I dragged him down the hall and pushed him down teh stairs. Then I ran to tghe toilet to puke. Needless to say, my asshole hurt. I fear the worst.
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![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
How long ago did this happen?
). We looked down where a couple fountains are and we see a very (I'm talking 12 here) young couple leaning over the railing. I first think "oh, that's so cute. They're looking into the water" but then I realize "nope... they're fucking, from behind, and hard". It wasn't so much the public sex that weirded me out. More of it being a war memorial and them being 12ish. I can't go back there without thinking of those two. 
