When I got home last night around 9:00 PM, Hommie was there... he is still not talking to me, but at least he did look at me a couple of times.
I got up from bed to hit the head around 0100 hours. Hommie's bedroom door was mostly closed but not completely shut. As I walked by his room I could see that he was at his computer with headphones on and it looked like he was watching some porn... probably Xtube. His back was to me so I cant be sure, but from the way his body was moving, it looked like he was beating off.
I went on to the head. As I was pissing I wondered if he was watching straight or gay porn? There was no way to be sure without drawing attention to myself... which I am sure would just make matters worse. Straight or gay porn... really does not matter... at least he does not appear to be so fucked up that he cant get-off.
When I returned from my run this morning, Hommie had already left for work. On my bedroom door was taped a note that read, "I want you to get an AIDS and STD test and share the results with me". During the hour it took me to get ready for work and eat breakfast, I started drafting several response in my head. Not the least of which were like "Just had that done in November", to, "my status does not prove anything regarding your status", to, "what about all of the other people with whom you have had unprotected sex". in the end, just before I left the house, I simply wrote "OK" on the same note and taped it to his door.
I hate it when i do something that is so clearly STUPID!
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Difficult situation, you literally fucked it up. And how would you be feeling if some big white boy had taken your ass some drunken night.
That being said, he put himself at risk by being weak and getting shitfaced. Someone else could have took his ass in the alley and left him.
Judging by your description of the events I wouldn't be surprised if he comes to visit your room some night soon.
Of course I'm biased, I'm one of those professional white guys with a fantasy about black guys that I have yet to explore.
Thanks for the blog.
Actually, that did sort of happen to me many years ago. I was not drunk, but put myself in a compromising situation nonetheless. I was a Soph i college, and the white guy was huge (6'5" and about 300 lbs) But that is another story for another time. I have always felt that what happened to me all those years ago has a lot to do with who and how I fuck now.
Hmm I'm floored. I mean there's a part of me that is curious to see your dick and what about it triggers such response. (The recognition & Punishment posts were kinda hot.)
I simply think your roomie is traumatized (and maybe slightly crazy) for both telling you he jerked off with your cum after you raped him and for then willingly climbing into your bed. Don't get me wrong, I understand everyone has their own preference as to how they get their sexual kicks...lol I'm having a hard enough time reading about all this barebacking going on, but to each his/her own.
The thing that totally unnerves me is your total lack of respect of him as a human and individual to take advantage of him like that and you say that you two were friends. To me as the cliche goes, with a friend who would rape me, why would I need enemies.
I'd also be interested to hear about the 6'5", 300 pound dude that took advantage of you.
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