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I have watched many people post their stories of experiences that have happened to them. I thought for my own sanity in this situation I would give it a go. The following part is the beginning of a true story between me and a guy I still have contact with. If people like the beginning then I will continue with updates until we reach the present day.
This part of the story starts around the middle of May this year. If you enjoy it please let me know so I know whether to continue or not.
Part 1
It seems to be every gay guy's dream to sleep with a “Straight guy”. It had been mine at one point, too. I’d had experiences with guys who would identify as straight before; however, this didn’t tend to go beyond one-night stands or perhaps some shared nudes. Earlier this year, this changed.
I’m still not quite sure how it came about. Whether he added me or I added him, all I know is one of us added the other from quick add on Snapchat. To protect his identity, as he does have a girlfriend, I will call him Jamie. Jamie was the definition of a drug dealer. When I say that, I mean tall, handsome, tattooed perfectly, with a gorgeous smile, alluring green eyes and the typical confidence you’d expect.
The messages between us, in the beginning, were very innocent. He would be out late at night (I realise now that he was probably dropping off), and we would chat about things such as his car, which is also stereotypical for a drug dealer—tinted windows and an exhaust that would wake up a dead person.
Nothing happened beyond a friendly chat until I was on holiday. I had just gotten out of the shower in the evening and was mid-conversation with him when I decided to be flirty. I cannot remember my exact wording, but it was along the lines that I was feeling horny. To my surprise, his next Snapchat was to “prove it”.
I instantly froze. Had he really just asked me to show him I was horny? Up until this point, I had thought he was straight. Coming out of my state of shock, I thought Fuck it! I quickly took a Snapchat of my dick, which was nearly fully erect and hit send. I waited about a minute or two, watching him open my Snapchat, and then for around 40 seconds, nothing. Then his name appeared with the red icon for a Snap. I opened it, and there on my screen was Jamie’s hard cock. It was certainly bigger than mine, with mine being around 6 inches. His must’ve been at least 7, and it looked thick, too.
This led to me and him sending various more snaps until we both showed the other we had finished. He told me he was single, saying he had been out of a relationship for five months (I now know this was a lie) and that he was curious to try things with a guy. We agreed we would meet up once I had arrived home, and for that night, we said goodnight.
The following day, I watched him post him driving at excessive speed on Snapchat, as he had done many times since I had him on Snapchat. It wasn’t until later that night that I went to send him a message that I realised I couldn’t. I could still see his Snapchat with his bitmoji and usual name; however, when I tried to send a snap, nothing happened, and if I tried to click on his profile, it would quickly disappear.
This was strange. I knew what being blocked was like on Snapchat, and this wasn’t what happened. His username hadn’t shown up like it would, and no X had appeared next to his name to indicate he’d unfriended me. It was like his account existed but didn’t at the same time. What the fuck? I wondered. I eventually decided I wasn’t wasting any more time thinking about it. I concluded that he had decided to remove me, and Snapchat had added some form of update that this is how it now works.
I was, however, as you will see in part 2, very, very wrong on this assumption.
This part of the story starts around the middle of May this year. If you enjoy it please let me know so I know whether to continue or not.
Part 1
It seems to be every gay guy's dream to sleep with a “Straight guy”. It had been mine at one point, too. I’d had experiences with guys who would identify as straight before; however, this didn’t tend to go beyond one-night stands or perhaps some shared nudes. Earlier this year, this changed.
I’m still not quite sure how it came about. Whether he added me or I added him, all I know is one of us added the other from quick add on Snapchat. To protect his identity, as he does have a girlfriend, I will call him Jamie. Jamie was the definition of a drug dealer. When I say that, I mean tall, handsome, tattooed perfectly, with a gorgeous smile, alluring green eyes and the typical confidence you’d expect.
The messages between us, in the beginning, were very innocent. He would be out late at night (I realise now that he was probably dropping off), and we would chat about things such as his car, which is also stereotypical for a drug dealer—tinted windows and an exhaust that would wake up a dead person.
Nothing happened beyond a friendly chat until I was on holiday. I had just gotten out of the shower in the evening and was mid-conversation with him when I decided to be flirty. I cannot remember my exact wording, but it was along the lines that I was feeling horny. To my surprise, his next Snapchat was to “prove it”.
I instantly froze. Had he really just asked me to show him I was horny? Up until this point, I had thought he was straight. Coming out of my state of shock, I thought Fuck it! I quickly took a Snapchat of my dick, which was nearly fully erect and hit send. I waited about a minute or two, watching him open my Snapchat, and then for around 40 seconds, nothing. Then his name appeared with the red icon for a Snap. I opened it, and there on my screen was Jamie’s hard cock. It was certainly bigger than mine, with mine being around 6 inches. His must’ve been at least 7, and it looked thick, too.
This led to me and him sending various more snaps until we both showed the other we had finished. He told me he was single, saying he had been out of a relationship for five months (I now know this was a lie) and that he was curious to try things with a guy. We agreed we would meet up once I had arrived home, and for that night, we said goodnight.
The following day, I watched him post him driving at excessive speed on Snapchat, as he had done many times since I had him on Snapchat. It wasn’t until later that night that I went to send him a message that I realised I couldn’t. I could still see his Snapchat with his bitmoji and usual name; however, when I tried to send a snap, nothing happened, and if I tried to click on his profile, it would quickly disappear.
This was strange. I knew what being blocked was like on Snapchat, and this wasn’t what happened. His username hadn’t shown up like it would, and no X had appeared next to his name to indicate he’d unfriended me. It was like his account existed but didn’t at the same time. What the fuck? I wondered. I eventually decided I wasn’t wasting any more time thinking about it. I concluded that he had decided to remove me, and Snapchat had added some form of update that this is how it now works.
I was, however, as you will see in part 2, very, very wrong on this assumption.