Blog of the Month: Mr. Steed

He says that he’s a father, married to a woman, living in Detriot, manwhoring it up. And I think he’s for real. His Adam4Adam profile is here, and some entries, like this one, even come with photo documentation.

If the entries read like fiction it’s probably because he’s such a good writer. Or because it’s fiction. Either way, there are some insightful sex stories up there, interweaving recent encounters with the early days of his slutdom.

He started fucking men at the way young age of 12, and a few years later, his parents found out he was accepting semen deposits at a public park restroom, brought him home and had him wait in the patrol car while they told his father inside what had happened. The entry is called A Very Bad Day:

The worst part, though, was afterward. With the door shut, and the police car gone, the silence between my father and I was deafening. We were on the precipice of a conversation I never intended to have. I was numb, however, and frozen, and unwilling to make the first move. In fact, I remember feeling certain that I’d turned to stone, and might remain in that rigid posture against the front door for the rest of my life.

At last my father spoke. “Are you hurt?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

A long silence followed. “Were you doing what they said?”

I nodded, but the lump in my throat prevented me from saying anything.

My father would have been not much older than I am now, on that bad day. And this is how cool he was: he walked over to me, took me in his arms, and gave me a soft, considerate hug. Then he rubbed my shoulder, held me at arm’s length, and said, “Please be careful.”

From Friday at the Baths

“I’m sorry,” said the porn star to me. When he spoke, it was with an over-enunciated, lightweight effeminate voice that really belied the tough-fuckmeat image he was going for. “I simply cannot suck a dick that someone else has touched.” I raised my eyebrows. I can see not sucking a dick that’s been in some stranger’s ass. (I’m not a doctor, and I can figure out why I might not want to. Even though I’ve done it.) I can maybe see not wanting to suck a dick that someone else has been sucking. But not sucking a dick that someone (whose dick you’ve just eaten like a red Twizzler) has squeezed with his hand? Is crazy.

“I just got out of the shower,” I assured him.

“If you rinse it off, I’ll suck it then."

I wrapped my towel around my waist and stomped off to the showers again, growling all the way. Craig was still in the porn star’s room when I returned. I made sure not to let him accidentally graze me in case the disinfectant queen had a fit. “Do you have poppers?” he asked. When I said I didn’t, he asked Craig the same thing. “How about the people in the hallway?” he said. “Do they have poppers?”

I wasn’t planning to ask random strangers in the hallway for their poppers, so I put my dick in his mouth to shut him up. He sucked for a while—and looked good doing it—but after about two minutes he stopped. “Are you planning to cum soon?” he said in that voice. “Because I don’t want to have to be doing this all day.”

What a rude fucker he was, I thought to myself. “Then let me use your hole instead,” was what I said.

He acted like I’d suggested I pour chili-infused honey on his testicles and let loose the bucket of fire ants. “Oh my god no!” he squealed, and actually held a hand to his chest. “I don’t get fucked!”

Then here’s my seasoned advice: don’t lay there with your legs in the air fingering your greased hole and giving drill-me glances to every man passing your doorway, asswad. "Sorry to inconvenience you," I said, and walked out.

 The most appealing thing about this Mr. Steed dude is his grizzly, no-bullshit attitude, which extends to his online hook-up life. Here’s some good advice from an entry called Ranting: Exceptions:

One of my biggest pet peeves is with gentlemen who structure their profiles so that they read like a list of prohibitions. I, as a type-defying sort, am often approached by this sort of guy for reasons I can’t fathom. I’ll receive an email from a kid who’s written that he is interest in men under 35 ONLY, fit ONLY, and who lists himself as a top. Cum fuck me lol! he’ll say. Or I’ll be on Adam4Adam and get an email from a black guy who says, pretty explicitly, that under no circumstances is he interested in being with a white man.

Every time I write back and point out that I don’t fit their criterion. I always get the same response: I’m willing to make an exception.

And every time I do, my own reaction is the same: Well thank you very goddamned much, but don’t do me any favors.

People, if you’re going going to devote so much energy in your online profile to excluding guys, don’t be surprised when they react badly to suddenly being propositioned. What you’re telling me, essentially, is that none of the men meeting your rigid standards are online or want to hook up with you, and that out of boredom or horniness, you’ve decided that I’ll do.

 Lots more here.
 

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