Shady Faggots in NYC

Since being kicked out of my ex's apartment last month I've been trying to put things behind me. I've also been enjoying the single life again. The dalliances have been fleeting and I respect people's right to practice their sexual lifestyle as long as the feeling's mutual. After almost three years I'm not eager to rush into another relationship so soon. Yet I actively searching for my sexual equal. Someone who shares my interests and fetishes. Someone who could appreciate that I was a sexual being without being judgmental. Someone I could ultimately make my lover AND partner. I should have known Adam4Adam was not the ideal place to find him.

looking for the right brother... light or dark. looking for a friend to vibe with and go with the flow... Am trying to understand guys on this chat line its seems many of u are not in to light skin duds and its ok...But if u are a brother dark or light skin or blatino hit me up...am in to older men 30 to 46... must be open minded and works out... i know many of u are very very shallow.....
read, walk in the park, cooking,work out,dinner,move

He went under the screename "s1970" and also lived in Flatbush section of Brooklyn. When I initially contacted him online he explained that many African American brothers reject him because of his light complexion. I was stunned. Sad case of reverse racism. We spoke for a couple of days and learned quite a few things from one another. One being I ignored him for over a month. I admitted his one picture seemed like a put-on. Like he was hard or something. He admitted he was not like that at all and a genuine guy. During our conversations over the phone he revealed to me he wanted a man. He had no interest in threesome or multiple partners. I was listening intently to what he wanted and it was monogamous relationship with an emphasis on being sexually honest and passionate toward one another. He had also revealed to me he had been raped twice. Once when he was 7 y.o. and 28 y.o. I was even more stunned. Why would he trust me with something so... intimate?

We eventually decided to meet. To say sex was not on my mind would be a lie but I really want to get to know a brother and establish a friendship before anything took place. We decided to meet after leaving our respective gyms. He texted me to tell me he was was running 45 minutes late when I arrived at the Newkirk Avenue station on the 2 line. When we met I liked what saw. In front of me a 5'8" creamy mix of puerto rican, african american and native american. With green eyes that conveyed a gentle sincerity. Not to mention a smart mouth with a smile to warm you from the inside. In his ad he claimed to be 36 y.o. which I later found out was a lie. But I gave him credit because he didn't look a day over 32. He revealed his birthday was coming up this weekend. I had to say I was impressed, why was this fine specimen still single? He had to have a boyfriend or lover stashed away somewhere. He introduced himself as Santos but told me most people call him J. short for 'Junior'. I asked if it was alright if I called him Santos in stead. He agreed. The sex was really good. More akin to lovemaking. He marveled in my physical attributes telling me how beautiful I am and asking why I covered my face in growing facial hair. He moaned in pleasure when I tongued his backside, "where did you learn to eat ass?" Santos and I were enjoying one another's company. I even got too honest and told him "I wanted to make love to him, not just fuck" him. He responded by saying he thought that was "so sweet". Dopey, I know but latin men love affectionate partners. During and after our session I was amazed that I totally ignored this guy for a month. I told him I was so sorry for doing so and he told me not to even worry about it. Even so, I was trying to figure out why anyone would want to hurt someone so smart, sexy, and beautiful. Yeah, I started catching feelings for him. Afterwards, we laid together while he checked his facebook account on his laptop (which, by the way, stayed on the bed while we got busy). He asked me about going jogging with him around the block sometime. "And afterwards we could have hot sweaty sex." I was reluctant but I finally said "yes" knowing the impact of such a workout wears on your joints.

Before we left Santos' apartment we exchanged a long hot kiss while I embraced his smaller yet sturdy body. Ohhh... the scenarios I could come up with. "Maybe you could be my daddy and sleep with me." I thought: For real?! On the reg?! I was cautious and said "That's a large possibility." On the train ride home I felt like I was floating on a cloud. Something in my life was finally going right in my life. I was closer to feeling a little complete. Even took his "daddy" comment into consideration. Was I really willing to give up bachelorhood for a man who would make my every fantasy a reality? Yeah, I sure was. Later on, after I got home I suddenly had thoughts of rimming Santos' hole like earlier. I even texted him stating I "loved his sweet hole" and it was so good I think he "laced it with cocaine". He found that humorous. Then came the question: what's the requirement for becoming your "daddy"? Santos only responded "Let's go with the flow, baby." Ok, ok, ok, my dick was getting the best of me here so I decided to hang back and chill. So I waited four days later to send him a text just to say 'hello' but didn't receive any answer. Maybe he was busy? I'll give him that. I also called him to see what was up and to make sure he was okay. A couple of days later my roommate, Kenny woke me up to go to Jacob Riis beach. I'm glad he did because later on that afternoon who did I see but Santos Feliciano walking down the beach with a latino friend in tow. I could tell it was him by the tattoos on his body.

I decided the following Monday that I would test this asshole to see if he was really avoiding my calls and texts. I called him after 2pm in the afternoon on my roommate's landline phone. Guess who didn't hesitate to pick up on the second ring. Santos was cordial and didn't act surprised. I fed him a lie I was at my friend's house and I couldn't find my phone after a party last night. I asked him about his weekend. He claimed to be upstate when he was really at the same beach as myself that Saturday. Or did he have a twin? I told him I was planning on going to see a movie and invited him along. I told him I would call him at 7pm. Think he caught on to my lie? Who cares. I can't believe this is the same asshole who requested to become my friend on facebook just days ago. When I called him later in the evening like I told him I would he never answered. I even called twice! Santos was a pussy who couldn't express to me in words that maybe I was too willing to establish a relationship with him, even if I just wanted to chill like stated in his profile. I can see why he couldn't be up front with me even though I just wanted to be friends. Shit, so many men have hurt him that ignoring others' genuine interests in him is the only way he knows how to communicate. Or was he ignoring me just the same way I did before I met him? Understandably so. "Ok, I can take a hint." was my last text to him two days ago. On his facebook profile he posted how he was turning 40 and still looked good. How fucking shallow is the one who calls others shallow now? Santos could have easily texted back his disinterest but instead he ducked and dodged my calls like I was a collection company. If you're not interested in me be a fucking man and tell me so. You owe it to someone who answered your profile and came to you honestly and with an open heart. So, fuck you Santos Feliciano! You effective annihilated whatever was left of my faith in the decency of human beings. You don't deserve the love or dick of a strong black brother because you're just as shallow as the people you claim reject and victimize your sorry ass. Email him at feliciano725@yahoo.com if you feel the same way or call him at (347)661-9509. I should have listened to my grandmother and stayed away from those yellow-skinned mongrels. Stupid me.

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I Hate Uncertainty...

It seems to come up so often now I should just accept that to be original and keep your sanity you have accept the fuckery of the world and the people who occupy it. Not only is my temp job at Time Warner Cable stressing me out making me worry if I'll have a job next month to keep me out of the red. My ex-lover of 3+ years is kicking me out of his apartment I have less than 28 days to move out and find a place to live. Asshole even posted a couple of fleabag motels on the bathroom mirror for me to stay in. Fucking asshole.