Why do people text and walk at the same time on a busy road? (I should know this one, I do it all the time)
Why does my bank allow their counter staff go on lunch break between 12pm – 2pm, when it is the peak time for customer visits?
In Starbucks, why do they ask for my name and write it down on the cup when taking my order, but never call my name out when my order is ready. Instead they call out the name of the drink?
In a long queue in a cake shop, why oh why, do people never know what they want until they get to the till and then when it comes to paying they start fumbling around for the cash?
Why don’t smokers have cigarette lighters?
Why is there a scarcity of tops in London?
The last question came up in a conversation I had with a friend of mine Algernon. He is a handsome dark skinned brother with an athletic build. Everything in the right proportion and a back-side Miley Cyrus wished she had to twerk with– it is full!
Algernon is versatile and has the luxury of flipping depending on his mood. Lately however, he found himself being the top, but not out of choice.
He told me he starts conversations on line with potential hook ups with the understanding that he would be the bottom. However, when it gets to it the shag is usually too drugged up to keep an erection.
He said the guys would either have a glazed look on their faces or have an animated behaviour. They would also appear sweaty sometimes no matter the weather. And another thing he found in common with them, is that they had cock rings on or made one out of a condom. Then when they get down to it, the guys go soft. They would wank furiously to get the dick hard but to no avail. Algernon would end up fucking them, if they had a nice enough ass.
Playing devil’s advocate, I wondered if it was anything to do with him. Some guys give off “Top vibes” and get stereotyped into that role. (For example, I wouldn’t expect Chuck Norris to play Hamlet). He said no. He thought so too at first, but he met two different guys on two separate occasions; once when they took drugs and another when they were sober. On the ‘high’ occasion they could not keep it up, on the sober one they fucked like rabbits.
Poor Algernon – It used to be said that “a good dick is hard to find”, now it’s “a hard dick is good to find”.
I told him I read somewhere that Viagra helps in keeping the pecker up in such circumstances. Perhaps he should take some with him when he goes on his hook ups.
The problem with my suggestion is that you never know what cocktail of drugs – Mephedrone, G, Crystal, Tina and any other one I haven’t mentioned – are already in the system. Adding Viagra to the mix may cause a fatal reaction. That would take some explaining in court- “Yes, your honour I shagged him to death”
With the dearth of tops in London, you would be right in thinking that there would be a lot more fuckable bottoms around. Well that is not entirely the case – at least not in my experience.
A high proportion of the available guys are on something and I have issues with fucking people under the influence. They are fidgety and can’t stay in one position long enough for me to get into a rhythm. It is almost as if they want to try every conceivable sexual position in 2 minutes. I had one guy a while back, who was practically bouncing off the bedroom walls when we started. First he wanted to be in the missionary position. Then I entered him, then he stopped and suggested doggy position; then the cowboy; then standing, leaning on the wall – I got irritated. I asked him if he had taken anything and he said “Only a little G”. “Gosh” I thought, “I wouldn’t want to be around when you have your normal dosage”. I put on my clothes and left.
Another time, the shag was dripping with so much sweat the bed sheet felt like it had been dipped in water. It was winter and the windows were open. He had taken something to get in the mood he said. I stopped the proceedings not just because I was freezing my balls off, but also I felt insulted that he had to take something to get in the mood. (I know I shouldn’t take it personal, but its hard not to when its your dick involved!!)
The other extreme is that they are in some kind of haze. They are not quite present. I would like the other person to be present and be engaging during the session, no matter how brief. One time during another encounter, the guy just lay back with his legs in the air and a blank look on his face. I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying it or not. No feedback. I might as well have been using a fleshjack.
I have read that drugs heighten sexual pleasure and take it to another level. I have often wondered about that. If users are out of their minds, how would they know they have had good or bad sex? After all, the drug taker more often than not, wouldn’t have their wits about them and also could take all sorts of risk?
Case in point, I had this exchange with someone of grindr only last weekend.
I can only guess he had taken something to dim his wits (or maybe he was born that way), for him to think its ok to have unprotected sex at all, with a stranger especially in his situation.
Though the drugs are allegedly illegal, they are readily available and even pedalled on Grindr
Sidebar: If you politely exclude a body type, drugs or bareback sex on your Grindr profile, you get reprimanded by Grindr admin; but advocate drug use and unprotected sex, no one gives a shit. Go figure”
I will continue to search for sober bottoms. Just that it is getting harder and harder. For every one I find I have to go through ten high ones…..only to find out the fool hasn’t douched!!! Argghhhh!!!!!
I may have to invest in a fleshjack after all……
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