While posting that last post, to my blog, I found this one:
Under the heading of People not sure of who/what they are
A few years ago I went to a gaming convention with a friend, it happened to be the same day that the pride parade/festival was going on. We were registering, when a gay bar's float went down the street, to the assembly area. The sideways dark-red baseball cap, skin tight pink A&F t-shirt, low ride jeans wearing college aged guy turns to normally dressed friends and says, "I'm glad we're in here and they're all out there." I turned around and said, "Not all of us are out there." His friends kept moving along with the line, but the guy moved behind the three friends and staid there the rest of the wait.
That night we saw him at a gay club, shaking his booty, on the dance floor. Like I sometimes do, when going to bars, I wear a leather wristband as a cockring (commercially available cock-rings don't fit anyway) to hang heavy, when going commando, in my Levi's. After my friend basically gave me a lap dance and got me snaked further down my left thigh, he suggested I go freak out the, now sweaty and shirtless, "boi". So I took off my t-shirt as well and snuck up behind him and gave him a booty grind and nipple tweak that made him moan and push against me even harder. After he slid one hand between us, to grope my then throbbing hard cock; he said, "Holly fuck." I said, "I intend to." He turned around and scanned me. He must have gotten scared because he ran to his pink t-shirt and color coordinated baseball cap and bolted out of the club. What a shame because without the t-shirt or belt those low ride booty jeans showed a perfect crack of a sweat lubed buble butt.
Luckily, my friend was more than just willing to take it on the A&F clad closets behalf.