john1973

Mindfuck
noun
a disturbing or extremely confusing experience, in particular one that is caused by deliberate psychological manipulation.
verb
greatly confuse or psychologically disturb (someone).
 
Okay, students, let’s continue.
 
We are both spent - physically, emotionally (at least I am) and my balls are definitely drained. The slamming of hotel doors wakes us around 9.  We agree that single showers are in order and by 10, we’re on the prowl for food. Like starving.
We head over to a favorite breakfast cafe of mine, and order way too much - like pancakes and eggs and a shit load of bacon. We make small talk the whole time. Like the minute we left the hotel, the plug was pulled. No more talk about “cadre” no more flirting, no more ass grabbing, no more kissing. Actually it was helping my head get screwed back on.
We finish and arrive back at the gym parking lot. “Ni Bien Ni Mal” by Bad Bunny is playing on the radio  - jeez, the irony.
Silence.
HD stares at my stare.
He reaches his hand and pulls my head close. No tongue - just lips, soft, sweet, warm, as we both breathe the same air. Fuck.
He says he needs a minute.
Silence.
Okay, now I’m definitely paraphrasing here on out ‘cause the mindfuck is still lingering.
He starts to apologize and I tell him to stop.
He says right after we met, like pre-pandemic, he started seeing me as a potential client. And came close to buying me a drink and offering the “cadre” product. But then he said after we reconnected it was totally different. He saw me as a potential member of “cadre” and decided to pursue me in that manner. And here’s where the mindfuck really gets intense.
He said that after our “experience” he’s not sure if this is right for either of us.
What the hell are you saying, I almost scream at him!
He wanted to see if our “experience” was worthy of marketing to his clients. Apparently he checks out the men of “cadre” as any good CEO would do. But somewhere along the way (his words) the switch got flipped. He said after the shower scene (haha) he wanted to tell me the whole story, take me home and ... (he didn’t finish the sentence).
More deafening silence.
I have to piss. Too much coffee.
We go inside the gym for relief. There’s a lounge area and we settle in and continue but of course we can’t talk at all.
He says he needs to go.
I tell him the story isn’t over.
He smiles and starts walking away.
I follow outside and head to my car which is parked almost next to the Jeep. 
I get in - he pulls up, rolls down the window.
“You gonna work out tomorrow?”
Yes, I say. 
He grins and gives me the finger and drives off.
———-
I got home about 10 minutes later, and started putting all this together. No texts from HD and not sure where this is going. 
I think I need some down time. Some mindfuck ointment. 
 
Thank you, gentlemen of the Forum for your kind words,  comments and encouragement. I have to agree this might make a decent story and I never believed that truth is stranger than fiction. Until now.

HD's really putting Kris through the paces, as if concurrently vetting him and ensuring his own satisfaction. What an amazing BFE, peppered by lots of romance and mindgames. Almost like a Cold War romantic thriller mixed up with a porno. I love it!

I did not anticipate this twist at all! HD wanna pimp Kris after railing him twice. Hot damn!

Yes, it was sans condom, but no, he pulled out.
Okay, so we’re on the bed, soaking up the afterglow and HD grabs a blunt from his bag. Perfect. So we share and relax and I am fighting sleep like crazy. ‘Cause after I have sex, I sleep!
HD says, “you okay?”
At this point, I’m going to switch to just plain text instead of dialogue quotes - gonna be a lot easier. This is pretty much how I remember it. Here goes.
Me-Yeah, you?
HD-You’re curious, aren’t you. I can tell.
M-Still can’t figure how a hot guy like you, who could get any man or woman, would want to spend an evening and a shit load of money on an old fart like me - makes no goddamn sense
H-I like you! You’re a cool guy - you’re smart as hell, better looking than you give yourself credit for, and we have a lot of similar interests
M-And you, my sexy friend, are full of shit (laughing)
—and now we have a long smoke-filled pause, and I’m really having a hard time staying awake—
H-True confessions?
(Oh fuck, now what?)
M-About time.
H-Selling cars is not my main source of income.
M-FBI? CIA? IRS?
H-You got me.  —  I sell experiences.
M-Dude, stop fucking with me.
H-Did you, or did you not, have an experience this evening? A fun experience.
M-Stupid question (probably shouldn’t have said that)
H-There are a lot of men, and women, who have so much fucking money, but no fun experiences or anyone to share them with. So I broker experiences.
M-(fully awake) Go on.
H-How much do you think tonight cost? Tickets, food, drinks, hotel (which was your idea) weed, etc. A grand?
M-Sounds about right.
H-What if I told you there’s at least 4-5 men, mostly closeted, who would pay 3 or 4 times that for the same “experience”?
M- 3-4 grand? No fucking way.
H-And women? Even more. Sandy Springs (nearby neighborhood) is full of closeted men, mostly, and lonely or cheating women who are always in the market for an experience. 
M-Okay, I think. So I guess the question is, how much fucking money will tonight’s experience cost me, and do you take American Express? (Heart is racing - this is starting to get really weird) (and I make some nervous laughter)
H-Goddamn it - what the hell’s wrong with you? I told you, I like you! I just fucked your brains out - which by the way was amazing. I don’t want to charge you, dumbass, I want to hire you!

So far, it's got the makings of a best seller.

I enjoy a multi episode play on TV, as long as I get to know how it ends. Kris has dropped a hint.😛

I can already tell now this'll be better than TrueReview's updates from First Class a few years ago. 😄

This narrative is so American, BTW: gym bros, baseball, luxury car sales, pent up demand, BFE. Netflix, get on the ground floor of this series!

Dodgers score eight runs in one inning as they defeat Braves; in other games, the “score” was a tie, 3-3
Omg. Let me repeat. OMG!
There is so much to unpack and share. It’s going to take some time to sort  it out and make sense. You all have been great to follow along this totally unexpected trek, and I want to do it justice. So I’ve decided to break it up into some “episodes” kinda like Netflix.  
First of all, I am exhausted. My head is still spinning, and certain body parts are sore and tingling- more on that later.
Pre-Game. HD shows up in a fucking monster Jeep Rubicon - like something out of a movie - massive and screams bad ass. Said the sticker price was close to 100K and I can believe it. And it’s for sale in case I’m interested. Sure. Okay, he looks amazing. A 3-4 day scruff; he smells delicious and my heart is already pounding.  I can tell he’s already mellow, and we share a little “smoke” on the way which was much needed. We get to the field, and he parks close to the the Clubhouse store for a little shopping. It’s “red out” night and they have red jerseys on sale. What the hell - so I treated and we get a couple to blend in with the home crowd. I’ve lived in GA for close to 3 years and this is my first Braves gear. I’m really a Cubs fan, but that’s another story.  We find our way to the “dugout reserved 13” row 3 - hot damn - never been to a game with seats like this. Anyhow, great location and the vibe is intense- music blaring, just an incredible atmosphere and I’m so fucking high right now. Batting practice is about over and fans are lined up deep - we opted not to even try. Players jog around and stop briefly for photo ops.  It’s getting closer to “play ball” so HD uses his app to order some food - everything at the place is cashless - and the brats and beer are on the way. Impressive.
That’s enough for now. I need to get my head together and start working on the next episode. Appreciate your patience. 

Oh, bubble bath or bath bombs for a romantic moment in the tub a la "Pretty Woman."

Scrape tongue, brush teeth several times, douche, pop some Horny Goat Weed pills...

hotel check-outs are typically at 11a, so who knows they may still be getting breakfast, or having round sex six in bed. 🤪

And when he asks you to send him the advance in prepaid Apple cards or Bitcoin, do yourself a favor and tell him "hell no!"

And when he asks you to send him the advance in prepaid Apple cards or Bitcoin, do yourself a favor and tell him "hell no!"

Scrape tongue, brush teeth several times, douche, pop some Horny Goat Weed pills...

Okay, gentlemen, the errands are over. My check list is complete. Hot dude (who will now be known as HD) is meeting me at 5 at the gym - which even in bad traffic is only 20+ minutes from Truist. He wants to get there early for batting warmups. I think I’m ready and very much appreciate all the advice, suggestions and rah-rah. I’ve got a bunch of “real work” yet to do, so I will sign off until probably tomorrow. HD has no knowledge of this forum, and even if he does, you may have guessed by now that my real identity is a jumbled anagram of my actual name. Still a little nervous. We did talk about “positions” one time and he admitted to being versatile if the chemistry was right. Same here. 
 
It’s 85 with a breeze- should be a perfect evening. We’re taking our gloves and a ball - who knows, might snag an autograph or two. 
 
Thanks again for all your support. It feels like prom night.

Oh, bubble bath or bath bombs for a romantic moment in the tub a la "Pretty Woman."

Oh, bubble bath or bath bombs for a romantic moment in the tub a la "Pretty Woman."

Scrape tongue, brush teeth several times, douche, pop some Horny Goat Weed pills...

And for Nationals...sorry still searching...oh there we go, bottom 8! LMAO.

We all wish we were Kris tonight. 😉

Didn't realize until tonight that I earned 29 warning points for doing something here in November last year. Whatever did I do? LOL. Has this happened to others?

We all wish we were Kris tonight. 😉

I met Brad Pitt years ago in a little dive of a restaurant in L.A.  I was shocked that he would be eating there even though the food was known to be sensational.  We talked for a few minutes and he explained that the chef was a friend of his and thus he ate there on a regular basis.  He almost immediately realized that I was NOT a demanding and an adoring fan and thus the conversation flowed normally. He couldn't have been nicer.   Yes he was spectacularly handsome. 

Yes. Tim is really easy to work with in New York. Matt is great to work with in Los Angeles. I tell them exactly what I’m looking for, what I’m interested in, and what the deal breakers are. They’ll suggest a couple of guys that fit the bill and work out the meetings.
 
for example, I told Tim I want 10 guys to spend the weekend at my house in July. He was able to secure my top 10 choices. They’re flying in from all over and I’m very excited.  All I did was give Tim a list and he handled everything.
 
I am sure John from buffboys would offer the same service, but I never worked with him on a private event.