OP, this is the DL,your post describes 2/3 of the people here.About 15 years ago or so, before I came out, I used to call up Blatino hustlers/escorts whose names and numbers I got from some 800 number you could call and hear local escort ads. I would call them up, and jerk off as they described their bodies and dicks, and what they got into. Some of the guys were wise to what I was doing, my moaning giving me away.Upon opening the door, I realized he had muscular dystrophy and his legs were way undersized.
I almost left somewhere with a creepy guy, who wasn't creepy at first. Anyway, my partner passes out and so the trick and I continue playing around. I just asked if he was come over as we were leaving. Picked up a hustler a few years ago at that AVS next to Mc Donalds on 34th & 8th..one that no longer exists that had that Stairway to Heaven.
I thought better when he invited me back to his place and asked me if anyone knew if I was at the bar we both went to. My partner and I picked up a 23 year old would-be dancer at a local club. We end up later on drinking Jack out of the bottle on my patio. Black bodybuilder type with a wifebeater showcasing his muscles on muscles, and he had and humungous cock he kept flashing at me. We snuck into the back booth together to get to work.
When the receptionist told him I couldn't be reached he started calling her names and threatening her.
Nothing as scary as some of these but a couple situations that could have turned bad.1 - Met a guy in a bar and ended up going to my car parked a few blocks away to make out.
Had a one night stand, I had no intention of getting with him again because he stole $10 out of my wallet plus he seemed a bit unwashed.