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So I'm at the bar, and my friend hasn't shown up yet. I sit on the stool and strike up a conversation with this older guy next to me. He's gay, but it doesn't matter to me at this point. He insists on buying me a pint, so of course, I agree. We chat for a bit, and he's a pretty chilling guy (although he's quite a flamer after a couple of drinks). My friend shows up, and the older dude decides to leave. He goes to the washroom, comes back, and tries giving me twenty dollars (I had told him earlier that I had lost 20 bones on new year's eve). It took me forever to finally get him to stop insisting, then we shook hands. The problem is here. I give him my standard "double pump" handshake, but he doesn't let go. He continues holding onto my hand, far past the normal handshake length. I didn't wanna cause a scene because it was right at the bar, on a dead night, he's a regular as much as I am, and the bouncer and everybody were right there.

 

 

How the fuck does one politely break away from a gay man's extended handshake?

 

 

And I don't wanna hear no "you're a homophobe" replies, because that just makes YOU sound gay.

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Originally posted by Canadiano

^^ damn. That would creep the hell outta me. Some snivelling, snarly, snide faggots (like the 'yes' man from A Clockwork Orange) visually raping someone is fucked.

 

men do that constantly. deal with it, - girls have to.

 

and weapon, as a young man, don't have long chats in bars with older gay men. duh.

 

 

"you're a homophobe"

 

 

 

 

I am gay:king:

 

 

j/k

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Originally posted by bodice_ripper

...and weapon, as a young man, don't have long chats in bars with older gay men. duh.

 

I try not to, believe me. But this guy is a friend of my buddy's mom, and he happened to be sitting on the stool next to mine. It's not like he really hit on me, because he knows I'm a hetero. I did yank away from him, though.

 

It just pisses me off when gays try too hard with heterosexuals. I bet this guy thinks he has a chance. Man is thirty years older than me, and a queer.

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Straight people have it easier than they can imagine, practically any member of the opposite sex is a potential mate. it's a little more complex if you are gay.

 

if this guy knows you are straight, then believe this: He behaved that way because he is a jerk, not because he is gay

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Originally posted by BROWNer

yep, waiting around after school chattin' it up with some

ladies from class tonight, and while standing around, this focking guy waltzes up from nowhere with lightning speed and diddles my

motherfocking scrotum sack(through my pants). i didn't even have time to react

it happened so fast. and dude had sound effects to boot(kind of a high

pitched, super fast "boppity-bop!" as he diddled). i couldn't believe it..

he just straight up walked right up behind me, stuck his arm between my

legs and gave me a friggin' diddle as he walked by.

the complete absurdity of it all donned

on me within seconds, and, as such, a nonchalant 'what the fuck' washed

over me. i can see how this would piss somebody off real bad, but i didn't feel like kicking this guys ass at all, it was just

too fucking absurd and ridiculous, plus he vanished almost as fast.

when i got home i told my girl what happened and we both agreed that

planet earth is really quite fucking amazing.

 

 

 

 

Man, I had to. Gold~!

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Upon further reflection on the original story, I have decided that wearing biker shorts and taking a dump next to a random person is fucking awesome.

 

However, dude who rubbed one off next to 3 year-old Mams remains terribly unawesome.

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One time when I was but a wee 16 year old I

was cruising around random streets in the area

I lived in when I come to this guy wandering

out from (what I thought was) his house and

into the road to signal my car to pull over-zinski.

Me being the considerate and helpful person I've

become I follow his lead and see what bolo wants.

 

He asks for a ride to a gas station about 2 miles

away and seeing as though he seems like any

reasonable drunk at 2pm just trying to get where

he's going and I'm so neighborly I tell him to

hop in. My friend jumps in the back and Gary

grips shotgun like cervexes do diaphrams.

 

Anyway, in the 4 minute drive to where we're

going an odd chain of events transpire:

 

1. Gary insists on telling us about his black belt in Tae Kwon Do.

 

2. Gary starts talking about how he used to sell sterroids in the 80's.

 

3. Gary's 'business partner' was named Steve and Steve had a hard time kicking the habit.

 

4. Gary reminds us he has a blackbelt in Tae Kwon Do.

 

Now, this guy is telling us the same 2 stories

over and over at a rapid-fire pace... I figure

he's your average drunk cokehead who had

his glory days in the 80's and is having a hard

time letting go. Sentences like "...and so, so

I'm telling him, I tell him, I say 'Steve, if you're

going to get back into that,' I tell him, 'If you

wanna get back into that... hey, that's not for

me!'" keep surfacing.

 

Suddenly Gary lets us know 'Hey, I like you

dudes, you dudes are cool by big Gary. Did

I tell you I have a blackbelt?'

 

All of a sudden amidst the assurance of our

being friends Gary gets the end-all sleaze

look in his eye and makes a mean lean for

my hand that's holding the wheel and to put

a hand on my thigh...

 

Gary forgot the hetero comfort-zone.

 

I immediately get VERY serious and let him

know 'Hey, look buddy, you can talk all you

fucking want and I'll pretend to give a fuck,

but the second you put a hand on me things

get really in the moment'. I look back and

my friend is gripping one of my many in-ride

beaters and Gary suddenly gets the clue.

 

Anyway, I dropped his ass off at the gas station

right after the confrontation. He asked for

a ride to some place like 10 miles down the

road but I shot him down.

 

Gary had issues in volumes like Time Magazine.

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when i was 14, we met this dude skateboarding downtown and he said that he was a skater from back in the day and he wanted to get back into it. he was in his late 20's or so. he was saying shit like he wanted to know what kind of board he should buy and he wanted to take us out skating. none of us had cars so we were thinking this dude would be a good guy to befriend cause he could give us rides to different spots and stuff. we were always riding the bus or skating everywhere. so the dude asks my boy for his phone number and my boy gave it to him. a couple days later dude starts calling my friend--all the time, but he never mentioned skateboarding again. he'd call up at 11:00pm and ask if he wanted to go to denny's and get some milkshakes and shit. lucky for my friend, he had really strict parents and he wasn't allowed out of the house at the times when this perv would call. he'd ask if he had a girlfriend or just call for no reason. when my boy would ask him when he was planning on buying the board so we could go skate the dude would just say "oh next week when i get paid. so...what are you doing tonight?" it became obvious that this dude was a diddler. so he called my friend up one day and my friend asked him if he ever had any intention of skating or if he was just being a letch. so then dude just says "well have you ever thought of being with another man? how do you know you don't like it if you've never tried it?" so my friend hangs up on him. dude calls right back saying "just give it a chance." soon after that my boy changed his phone number. i saw the diddler walking around downtown a couple months later and threw a full blue raspberry slurpee at him. fucking poofters.

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ha. perverts are funny.

 

last summer some friends and i had a big hotel party that involved lots of alcohol and some other illegal stuff and random girls coming over. anyway, my best friend and i headed down to the french quarter to take drunk photographs of squatters and buildings and crap. so we're fried, sitting on the curb when this pack of gay european tourists walks by and one of them looks at me and goes "oh la la c'est jeune!" (oh my, it's young) and starts grabbing his crotch through his tight jean shorts while his friends starts fondling his asscrack.

 

i threw a hand grenade (a drink, people) at his head and he squealed in delight. i wish it was a real grenade. haha.

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This reminds me of a little story

 

At the beginning of this year (freshman year in college) me and 4 friends visit waffle house. Myself and someone sits in the booth facing the booth on the other side where a gentlman who looks like he has half a chin is sittin, puffin a cigarette, he just looks like a coke head. His mouth dosent open all the way when he talks like the guy from American Hotrod, you know who I am talkin about.

 

So, he is just sittin there, lookin crazy, and I start talkin about the crappiness of jaguars. My friends join in, and so does crack head.

 

 

Ch: You guys are talkin about the new jaguar, arent ya?

Me: Uhmm (feelin a little odd) yeah.

Ch: That car that since 3 years ago is supposedly unstealable.

Me: I guess so, not sure.

Ch: I jacked one last year

Me: Ok, what did you do with it after that?

Ch: I gave it back

Me: What? why did you do that

Ch: I just wanted to prove it could be done........

 

I thought that would be the end, but no, we continue to talk amongst ourselves, he chimes in again when we are discussing morphine.

 

(Still talking to my friends)

Me: Flinstones chewable morphine please

Them: Hahaha

 

Ch: Did you know morphine comes in a sucker?

Me: Umm, what?

Ch: Did you know it comes in a sucker?

Me: Ok, i guess

Ch: Yeah, it does, bout 100 street value.

Me: Ok, i thought it came in bottles, but ok

Ch: yeah, it does, about this big (hold hands up about the size of a 6oz can)

Me: No, it dosent, it comes in bottles this big (i make the size of a 400ml bottle, kind of big)

Ch: What?

Me: Look, im a pharmacy tech, i work with the shit all the time, i know how big the bottles are, how do you know anyway?

Ch: I used to be a drug dealer

Roomate: Why did ya stop?

Ch: A car accident that killed a 15 year old boy

 

akward silence----he stops talkin

 

 

then my roomate goes on to talk about how great mit's basketball team, as a joke, guess who chimes in?

 

 

Ch: Quiz, what famous rapper turned down a full scholarship to mit?

Me: The BIG TYMERS!

Ch: Wrong, will smith

Me: Are you jokin? Famous rapper, his movie career is much more acclaimed than his rapping skills

Ch: Have you heard his raps

Me: *Begins to sing Wild Wild West*

Ch: *says some other song*

 

 

well, that was the end of that, then, as we are leaving, he is darting us there "imma follow you home and kill you, morphine sucker style"

he was so damn weird lookin and the way he talked, damn it was akward

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Originally posted by onesecondple

This reminds me of a little story

 

At the beginning of this year (freshman year in college) me and 4 friends visit waffle house. Myself and someone sits in the booth facing the booth on the other side where a gentlman who looks like he has half a chin is sittin, puffin a cigarette, he just looks like a coke head. His mouth dosent open all the way when he talks like the guy from American Hotrod, you know who I am talkin about.

 

So, he is just sittin there, lookin crazy, and I start talkin about the crappiness of jaguars. My friends join in, and so does crack head.

 

 

Ch: You guys are talkin about the new jaguar, arent ya?

Me: Uhmm (feelin a little odd) yeah.

Ch: That car that since 3 years ago is supposedly unstealable.

Me: I guess so, not sure.

Ch: I jacked one last year

Me: Ok, what did you do with it after that?

Ch: I gave it back

Me: What? why did you do that

Ch: I just wanted to prove it could be done........

 

I thought that would be the end, but no, we continue to talk amongst ourselves, he chimes in again when we are discussing morphine.

 

(Still talking to my friends)

Me: Flinstones chewable morphine please

Them: Hahaha

 

Ch: Did you know morphine comes in a sucker?

Me: Umm, what?

Ch: Did you know it comes in a sucker?

Me: Ok, i guess

Ch: Yeah, it does, bout 100 street value.

Me: Ok, i thought it came in bottles, but ok

Ch: yeah, it does, about this big (hold hands up about the size of a 6oz can)

Me: No, it dosent, it comes in bottles this big (i make the size of a 400ml bottle, kind of big)

Ch: What?

Me: Look, im a pharmacy tech, i work with the shit all the time, i know how big the bottles are, how do you know anyway?

Ch: I used to be a drug dealer

Roomate: Why did ya stop?

Ch: A car accident that killed a 15 year old boy

 

akward silence----he stops talkin

 

 

then my roomate goes on to talk about how great mit's basketball team, as a joke, guess who chimes in?

 

 

Ch: Quiz, what famous rapper turned down a full scholarship to mit?

Me: The BIG TYMERS!

Ch: Wrong, will smith

Me: Are you jokin? Famous rapper, his movie career is much more acclaimed than his rapping skills

Ch: Have you heard his raps

Me: *Begins to sing Wild Wild West*

Ch: *says some other song*

 

 

well, that was the end of that, then, as we are leaving, he is darting us there "imma follow you home and kill you, morphine sucker style"

he was so damn weird lookin and the way he talked, damn it was akward

 

how is this a story about a pervert, sir

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Saw a dude jerking off in the bathroom at a family boat show at about 14. Got some friends together to kick his ass but he was gone.

 

Fucked a girlfriend in a stall in a crowded club.

 

Jerked off in the stall at work.

 

Been hit on by a couple guys. Not a big deal but one was rubbing my arm. I just pushed him away.

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I've never had any perverts do anything directly to me, but I've seen my fair share.

 

I remember when I used to go swimming at this gym up in Hollywood, I was about 12 years old. Well at the time before they remodled it, the boys and men had the same locker room. After I would get done swimming, I would rinse off in the shower to get the chlorine off of me. There was this old white guy, he looked to be in about his 50's, fat, gray hair, and balding. Obviously it's a locker room so people are going to be naked. But I used to wonder why he didn't even go work out, whether it be the weight room, the treadmill, pool, etc... instead he'd just hang out in the locker room naked. One time I was in the shower, and there were 2 Asian boys, possibly related; one looked to be about 10 and the other was maybe 7. The old fat guy got in the shower next to them and I overheard him asking them if he wanted to take a shower with them. Poor kids didn't know what the fuck he was insinuiating. And I didn't either, being very young and naive. So I just went about my business and eventually left, and didn't really think about it until a few days later and I told my father about it. My dad was pissed. I think he mentioned it to the gym, but I'm not sure. Well now that same gym has divided the locker rooms, boys 14 and younger have their own locker rooms.

 

I remember when I was in high school, I think 9th or 10th grade, and I was waiting at the bus stop and this Hispanic guy in about his 40's was in his car and was asking me about L.A. High... the school was nearby but I went to another high school on another part of the city. He was specifically asking me about a good place to park across from the high school so he can "watch" the girls getting out of school. That shit was weird. Like I would know. There is actually a park right across from the school, and I think he was talking about watching girls from that park and possibly trying to seduce them into his car. Weird, because who the fuck asks people about precise areas where he can conduct his perverted child molestation operations?

 

Weirdest thing I seen though was a black woman being chased by a white guy in his 50's with his pants down to his ankles and his boxers falling as well. I was about 11 or 12 then.

 

And on that same intersection at some other time in my life I seen a white guy, who could've been the same guy, at the gas station with nothing but boxers and slippers on.

 

People sometimes make no sense.

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ok so me and a writer friend were chilling in a carpark next to a seedy park and we decided to go and check out a little chill spot where i had done my first piece, some years ago...(still there amazingly).. anyway this place was junked out.. dirty needles, donation clothing and pornos strewn accross the place...

 

anyway we were confronted by the gruesome sight of three junkies going at it...

 

one guy was ramming one home while another was sucking another dude's dick. They had bleeding lesions on their faces and shit... it was truly revolting

 

needless to say we made a hasty retreat.

 

This reminds me of another time i was painting a chill, but somewhat seedy spot near my house, ( i copped my first bj down there from a hot little thing) anyway me and two friends are painting and this weird looking guy comes in...He chats to us for awhile and the conversation is quikly detoriating as it became obvious that this guy was fucked up...hes drinkin hard the whole time...

 

he mentions a prison stint... starts calling the pieces 'sexy'. it was fucked up.. this fucko was a nasty piece of work. offers me a smoke, i decline. I notice him talking to himself "NO, they are good people, dont do it." It was some gollem type shit for sure...

 

next thing we know he starts talking about how his dad cheated on his mum. THen he comes out with how big his dad's cock was. Soon he is pissing in some bushes and turns around to face with his fuckin cock out pissin everywhere, too drunk to know whats happening.. Then he propositioned my friend to go into some bushes. We weren't in danger or anything because we could have beat the shit out of him, but it was disturbing... I see that filthy cunt around the hood sometimes...

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not a perv story , but i saw a girl peeing in the middle of the street theother night while me and 2 of my freinds were riding to a local yard. anyway , it was weird because she clearly saw us comming , and so did her freinds , but she didnt care and pulled her skirt up and whizzed anyway.

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Originally posted by El Mamerro

Anyways, my mom told me that once when my and my big bro were really little (little enough for me not to remember it), we were playing in the outside steps of my grandfather's beach house, and some dude walks up and starts chilling with us, asking what our He-Man's names were and stuff. Mom got nervous and looked at the guy through the window. The dude just sat on the steps, chilling and talking, and my mom noticed he was bobbing back and forth. She starts getting suspicious and walks out of the house to ask him to leave, when she sees him with his face up, eyes closed, mouth open, kinda shivering. She looked down and noticed the guy was sporting a boner down the side of one of his legs, and had somehow managed to masturbate by moving it back and forth against his pants. He had jizzed all over his thigh. She screamed and raised high hell and the dude took off running. We kept playing with He-Man and friends.

 

I'm sure glad I don't remember that happening. Beer,

 

El Mamerro

 

 

Oh man.. thats fucked.

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my friend jason stuck a pencil up the ass of this girl i worked with, while she was passed out. thats totally perv move on his part, sucks for her. moral of story dont fuck with people while they're asleep atleast like that.:eek:

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I get the usual cat-calling like Devil does, but Ive definitely also got my share of guys flashing their dicks at me. I remember visiting my friend at her place in BK, as I was walking towards the gates of the parkinglot was a guy laughing and looking at me, obviously holding a beer [in a paper bag]. As I got closer I realized he was shaking his dick at me. I ignored it, ran in and told the front desk who thank god promptly got that guy out of there.

 

Another time waiting for the F train in BK I noticed a fairly good looking black man across the tracks, about mid to late 20s. So I go on listening to music, and I look over to the BK bound side again, just trying to speed up time. Kid is standing there with his dick out yet again, shaking it at me.

 

Last week my girl got felt up on the 4 train by 86th street during rush hour. Fucking froteurs. I swear if some fuck did that to me, I would have done the ole aim for the knee downwards kick and hoped I would have bent his leg backwards.

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^ how awful gatita!

 

i get the usual stuff; guys staring at my chest and my butt, sometimes a whistle here and there (more so if i happen to be in the company of other, if not more attractive-looking lady friends); it is for that same reason that i don't wear too many tight or revealing clothes; i don't like bringing any kind of attention to myself; i only know too well how guys think; makes me self-conscious.

 

if my husband is with me (which is 90% of the time), he will say something really loud in that asshole manner of his to them, rendering them speechless and ashamed. they can't ever say anything back.

 

i hate the fact that you can't even wear what you want to wear these days without worrying that some perv's gonna say something to you...

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there are a lot of dudes that are going to yell at anything, regardless of how you look or what you're wearing..if you're female, you're getting hollad at..

 

i started to just say fuggit and wear whatever, after over a decade of dressing in superbaggy men's and boy's clothes..

now i wear nice fitting things, sometimes a little revealing, especially if i'm wearing a mini-skirt while riding my bike..

i don't seem to get yelled at any more, or less than i would if i were dressed differently (this means i get yelled at about 5 times a day during my ride to and from work)

 

it doesn't bother me so much anymore, although i would still prefer if it never happened

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