BUSTED!....At The Cock, Then By Cock

Saturday night, I went to The Cock. As soon as I got there, I saw a hot guy, and it seems that the noticing of each other was mutual. He seemed to be sitting with friends. As the night progressed, the glares at each other increased. At one point he went to the bathroom, and he grazed my back as he went by. After all the "shoulda, coulda, wouldas" that I've sung to myself over time, I decided that I was going to go for it. So I waited about 15 - 30 seconds and went after him. Hoping to do my routine of possibly putting myself at the right place and the right time.

He was standing there at one of the 2 urinals with his legs spread apart just so, and a nice ass filling his jeans. Unfortunately, there was a creepy older guy at the other urinal...who wouldn't leave. So once my target was done, my only choice was to go to that same urinal my target left. Once my peripheral vision saw the creepy guy's face, I realized that I've seen him there before, and that is was his routine. My target washed his hands at the sink which was to the left of the creepy guy, then dried them with the dryer above. I saw him peeping, but with the creepy guy there blocking my view, I couldn't tell was he peeking to see the creepy guy's cock, or mine. My target then left, and now the creepy guy was looking at me. Lucky for me he didn't want Black cock, so he left. Never mind that my target that I finally got up the nerve to chase after was getting away, my piss couldn't come out fast enough. Because yes, I really did have to pee. Chasing this guy just gave me reason to go. So letting my piss empty from my dick only made me more anxious.

Finally, I was done. And when I washed my hand as few do, then walked out of the bathroom. I was looking for my target, but sensed that he wasn't far. And he wasn't. For I had walked pass him as he was leaning against the wall right outside the bathroom. We introduced ourselves to each other, and started chatting. He then invited me to continue chatting with him while he goes back to sit with the friends he came with. So I did. When he and his friends decided to leave, he invited me back to his place. I accepted, but unlike him and his friends, my coat was downstairs in the coat check. So I went to go get it.

Staffers in places like restaurants, clubs, and bars tend to learn the habits of their regular or semi-regular patrons. So it's no surprise that the coat check guy at The Cock knew something was up when I came downstairs for my coat before closing. You see, when I go to The Cock, I usually stay until the bitter end. So the coat check guy said to me, "You're leaving already?! Jokingly he continued, "No you're not. Get back upstairs."

I tried to be coy, and replied, "Well, I have things to do."

He then said, "Yeah, what's his name, and how big is it?"

Can you say, "BUSTED!"? I tried my best to play it off as if I wasn't that kind of guy. Meanwhile, I was laughing my ass off. Because let's get real here. If you're on my friends list on Facebook, then you've seen my Facebook updates where I've mentioned some of my adventures at The Cock, and have tagged the "The Cock" in those updates....Well evidently, so has he. For after my coy routine, that's when he dropped the knowledge bomb on me of how he's seen those updates on The Cock's Facebook page as well. 

So Lesson #1 of this post, kids:

If you don't want to get called on your shit, then don't go online and tell your shit.

Of course, I know this already, and live by it. So I wasn't mortified by the coat check guy calling me out. But I know there are many who would have been mortified. Whether it was their sexual reputation, or something else they wanted to be kept private. Also, I don't know why when someone tells me that they read my updates, I always get embarrassed. Yet if you tell me that you saw me in one of the studio-based porn films I was in, it rolls off my back like water off a duck's. Maybe it's because those Facebook updates are so close to being 100% the real me, which is awkward to hear reaction from when you're shy. Meanwhile, my studio-based porn is so partially the real me that it's nothing to fret over. 

And speaking of studio-based porn, I've stated in past posts how if I go to a sex party and top someone, because of the porn-induced fallacy of all Blacks being tops when with non-Blacks, that it had been awhile since I bottomed. And if I did, it was so short-lived that I wasn't able to really enjoy it. Well, I'm glad to say that this guy changed that. As this Facebook status that I posted the following night shows:

And it's true. I was jerking off like a fiend then I realized that I wasn't doing it because I wanted to. For I was satisfied by the sensation of this guy's cock inside me. Also, by laying on my back, and playing with his nipples, feeling his thighs, and touching his ass as he thrust into me. And by how when he came, I could feel his dick swell to pump more cum into the condom. So I was instead jerking off because I felt that it would reassure him that I enjoyed it. But the fact is there are times when I personally don't need to ejaculate, because I am pleased simply by the fact that to him my ass was so good that it brought him to orgasm.

As I was jerking off, probably because I had just got done with moderating my discussion about gay porn's influence on our sex lives the night before, I wondered why was I so eager to ejaculate when I really didn't need to. That's when I realized that porn was still being the bad influence that it is in too many gay sex lives. For to confirm what I suggested before, he actually was concerned about his sexual prowess with me because of his 2 ejaculating orgasms to my 0. When the truth is, as I reassured him that he had nothing to worry about.

So Lesson #2 of this post, which I'm just re-iterating and being more literate from a recent post:

Stop letting porn be your teacher of how to sexually interact with your partner(s). Let your partner's individuality be your first and foremost guide.

And considering how I was jerking off like a fiend unnecessarily, I am obviously still working on taking my own advice on that one.