This is the second of the three people that changed view on HIV/AIDS. This guy is nothing like DB-Hotel. He's not the sweetheart that was victimized (that I know of at least). In my eyes, he's the BIG bad wolf. The guy parents can't warn their kiddies about because they'd be petrified if they knew he even existed.
His name is "Big David".
I like my body. It isn't perfect and it could use some work, but its mine. Even though I don't mind looking at myself in the mirror, the feelings of inadequacy I get when looking at some gays on instagram are exactly the ones that let "Big David" into my life.
One night in late 2011, I was cleaning my apartment and listening to Pandora, when a song I didn't care for (you know that shuffle can be some bullshit) was interrupted by that chime from the freakfest website, adam4adam.
I looked the screen name which was something about having "11" in it, which I assumed was his dick size. However, knowing what I know about gay men and the internet, either we have never seen a ruler, measure in centimeters or from our asses to their ends of our dicks or we just ain't shit; so I wasn't pressed.
He asked me to unlock, so I did, and he followed. Bottom line, dude was fine as all shit. Standing 6'2, packing a what looked like legitimate 11 inches and was had a chiseled body with tattoos. He was my thug fantasy from peeking at gay porn when I was a teen, to be exact, any stand out porn star with a freakishly big schlong. You know the kind that made you want to like never have sex because you just never measure up. (I call it the Lexington Steele effect...*lucky bastard*)
At first I was hesitant to say anything because his pics looked too good to be true, when he asked me to "cum fuk dis bottom" with him. I figured what did I have to lose? This could be my porno thug fantasy coming to life. So I took a chance and went.
When I got to the house in Columbia Heights, he came to the door and I did my best to hide my thirst. He was real; and he chose me. I sat on the bed in the dirty room that reeked of marijuana watching machofucker videos when he asked did I smoke. I declined and sat their trying not to look at him because I didn't want him to know how sprung I was on his looks. I was so basic *le sigh*
He had a DC accent, which I HATED, and then started showing me his XXX home made flicks on his laptop while we waiting for the bottom, who's home it was, to come out the bathroom and I got rock hard immediately. He reached in my sweats and pulled out my dick to suck ME off. I felt like a star.
When the bottom emerged from the bathroom, a middle-aged out of shape black man, I was stunned. What was he doing with this troll I though? (better double bag it, don't know where he been). Then "Big D" started eating my ass, while the guy started smoking a substance that smelled stronger than any weed I'd ever smoked, but I wasn't doing it so I didn't mind. He got out a small bottle of poppers, some gun oil lube and put on a weird jock strap. "Big D" asked me what I was doing when I reached down into my clothes to retrieve the condoms that I forgot to get when I undressed, so I flashed him the gold wrapper without saying a word like a silent "duh".
Then he told me the unthinkable.
"I fuck him raw". My stomach turned for the second time, the first being when the guy started smoking the strange 'weed' out of his bowl, and I thought "what the fuck am I getting myself into?" Then I realized I had never actually seen "DB's" dick, which is what I came for in actuality. He whipped it out and it was MASSIVE. I had to stop myself from staring as he mounted the sloppy middle aged guy and banged him until he came.
We spend about an hour fucking the man, even DP'd him at one point, before I left. I asked him for his number and he gave it to me and told him to hit him up. Granted the bottom was gross, but I liked him, he was soooooo cute and we could be like..."friends"...right?
The next day I text him and got no response. I was annoyed that he was playing me so I called him and got a weird voicemail. This fool didn't have a cell phone, it was a google number. Ugh. So back to adam4adam to find him it was, and of course his page was deleted.
The fuck was that about?
I went on about my days until he gave ME a call while I was at work one day. "Yes!" I thought, I'm kind of hot, of course he wants me.
Nope.
He wanted me to join him for another threesome. This time with an unattractive, older white guy in VA. (Now ya'll know how I feel about them...) so I declined.
The days seemed like weeks and I tried to forget about him, but I was sprung. What a lame I was at 22. He finally hit me again, this time to have ANOTHER threesome. I wasn't upset by that because we were both tops and I wanted to see him again. So I blindly went. This time I arrived and no one was there. Just me and him in Dupont circle.
Uhhhh RED FLAG. Everytime I meet this guy he's at some nice apartment or home, I have no clue what he does, he's just a year my senior and doesn't have a cellphone. Anybody else picking up on something funny???
I walked in, he was naked and took my clothes off, we made out and laid on the bed looking for bottoms on adam4adam. I noticed he was on gchat talking to guys, I'm assuming because he didn't have a phone, but he kept answering one person in particular's call to the house phone and leaving the room for privacy. After we had sex with two different attractive bottoms (same situation: me safe and him raw) he convinced me to make my first xtube page and upload a video o_0. What was I on?
Then answered the phone again and appeared frantic. "Something Wrong?" I asked. "Nah we good," he assured me.
So I laid on the bed and started looking around the room when I said I wanted "water", I walked around the large living space and noticed the pictures were upside down. I turned one up as the door opened and an older white men came in.
"Oh shit" I thought.
He turned red, walked past me without saying a word and went into his room telling "Big Dave" to leave immediately. Apparently, he was his 'house boy' and wasn't supposed to have company. They got into an argument when I went into the bathroom to get dressed and made a discovery.
I saw pill bottles on the sink, and while they were arguing and googled one of the names. It was an HIV medication.
"BD" was raw dogging random older guys, HIV positive or not, for...fun? I was disgusted. We walked out the home together and I asked him what the argument was about (not bringing up the pill bottles) and he told the guy owed him money and I asked innocently what for. He didn't say, but he asked for a ride.
So no phone, no house (I know of), no phone, raw dogs older guys. The nightmare was getting worse.
In the car, I lied and said I had somewhere to go and asked where to drop him off, he asked to use MY PHONE to call this 'guy' in Northeast. He called him and told him he was with his boy, me, and could WE come through. I was irritated at that point and that's when he connected the dots for me.
"You got a dick pic you can send him?" he asked. "what for...?" I asked. He wanted to know how much I was packing because that determined what "BD" was going to get paid by the guy in Northeast.
I stopped the car and told him to get out. He cussed me out and I looked straight ahead until he got out and slammed my door. I pulled off slowly.
It took a moment for it to sink in. He was an escort. I'd been sprung over a raw dogging escort. Then I looked at my phone, and he had been on a4a and a website called "bbrt", a bareback sex site, and forgot to log out. I was appalled by what I saw.
Countless guys he gave different prices to for his services and was indiscriminate of their status. I could only assume the worst. I noticed on his a4a that we both chatted with the same "negative" young bottom before, so I did my research. I asked for a hookup with me and "BD" and he told me that "BD" was poz and did "tina". He also said he wasn't poz (supposedly) and it didn't matter anyway because when we met we had safe sex. I was sick to my stomach.
I was sprung over a big dicked, carless, phoneless, fine drug addict. WHAT. THEE. FUCK.
Needless to say I never talked to him again. I did however, run across a facebook page he has, which was open and had statuses discussing "girls not knowing how to take dick", "bitches likin' it raw with warts', 'crackas not payin' etc and I wanted to shoot myself.
I made an appointment with my doctor ASAP and got screened for everything. I wasn't nervous about HIV (even though I should've been), but everything else under the sun a person like that could have. When my test came back clean, my heart almost stopped and I vowed never to hookup again. EVER. Especially with a DC local.
Today I facebook stalked him through the ratchet bottom we shared that I'm cordial with that happens to be his friend on there and he's still alive and kicking. Put on some weight, isn't as attractive and has a timeline filled with vile activity. He reassured me that this lifestyle spares no one of crossing paths and reminded me that you never really know someone especially if you meet them online.
Watch out kids, all that glitters isn't gold. In fact, it could be a drugged out, trick. Literally.
- CGN
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