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The title gives it away but I'll tell the story from the beginning nonetheless. :)

 

I was out for drinks at a gay bar with a friend. The bar wasn't quite busy till suddenly a cute guy walks up to my friend and starts chatting with him. Turns out they know each other (superficially) so my friend introduces us.

I then go to the bar to order a drink and as I'm waiting, I sit down and goof around a bit on my phone. Then that same cute guy comes up to me and remarks how big my phone is (it's a 7", it's a tablet and phone in one and I love it), to which I reply: "That's not the only thing big about me."

And that started an evening of flirty back and forth and following each other on Instagram.

 

After a while he says he's tired and stressed out from work. So I say that people have said I give a good massage and I jokingly say I'd go home with him if he wants one. He suddenly perks up with a big smile and enthusiastically asks: "You wanna come home tonight?"

I was not expecting this at all but was very amused and endeared.

 

Fast forward to his bedroom and I'm massaging him in my boxers with a raging hardon. But nothing happens and we both fall asleep.

In the morning we have great sex, twice (bed and shower), exchange phone numbers and he drops me off at my car.

 

When I get home I realize that I recognize his Instagram pictures. I keep thinking and thinking hard so I log onto Hunqz and search and sure enough, there's his ad. I recognized his pictures 'cause I'd seen them on his ad before.

 

I was surprised, flattered and turned on at the same time. :)

 

We ended up going on a date where I let him know I knew he was an escort. We exchanged experiences, wich was a riveting and interesting talk. After which he said I am too old for him to date and he kicked me out his car (he at least paid for dinner! :rolleyes:).

 

A year later we met at a big gay party (our local equivalent of a Circuit Party). When I told him I was there by myself he yanked off my shirt and became my wingman for the night. It was a lot of fun and he was very friendly but nothing happened (he made it very clear he wasn't interested and I wasn't either).

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Well, Wolfer, I'd say you're probably everyone's new favorite hero around these parts. Lucky you! I'm jealous - at least of what happened last year!

Wolfer is a great writer but far from jealous. You could get the same experience by going out to say the Abbey in Weho and just waiting till 2 am.

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When people wrote glowing things about kc I said "yup... that's kc (really keese) alright". When people wrote bad things about kc I said "yup that's kc alright".

 

When I met him it was just a fluke in chicago. He lived with a lawyer in his basement near midway airport. He then moved with his girlfriend to an apartment on Melrose in Lakeview. I'll never forget the time I mentioned "boy I'd like to go see the musical evita". Kc picked up the phone "so and so... is that your production playing in chicago? It is? I need 2 tickets front row for thursday. Good. Thanks". And off we went.

 

When kc was good, my God he treated you like royalty. When drugs and anger fueled him. Oh boy you better get out of the way.

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Of course, Charlie Sheen said it during his trial, but he's most likely not the originator. Some remember it as being said by Errol Flynn. The TV show Criminal Minds attributed it to Dashiell Hammett. But if it makes you feel superior by all means I defer to your obvious greater knowledge and taste.

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