I'm kind of new here to these forums and find they're amazing. I also noticed this section where you can post stories, and I have one to share that I haven't been able to really tell anyone -- and genuinely have an audience that will listen. This story is 100% true. I'm re-typing it from memory over a few weeks, almost a decade later. That means I may have gotten a few minor details wrong, but the overall story is 95% solid. I'm also not a fiction or erotica writer or storyteller, so my apologies if it doesn't flow like many of the other posts here. The names and other identifying stuff have been changed obviously.
Finally, there is an actual point to writing this story. It's to challenge your assumptions about everything in life constantly. People aren't always what they seem, and opposites can attract. Fate is also a factor in everything. That said, this should be about ten parts or so, but maybe fewer. I don't know it really depends on how much I get in the mood to write over the next couple of weeks.
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Part 1: Sidewalk Meeting
Back in 2011, I was walking down the street with a friend in New York City in Chelsea, right near Gym Bar on 8th and 18th. On a typical mid-summer Friday or Saturday night (can't remember). The plan was to meet up with a few friends, but as I crossed the street, I saw this random unknown dude [Mark] walking with an old friend of mine [Sean] from our old football days.
As I approached them both, I couldn't help but notice Mark. Mark was rough-looking. He was handsome as hell but also had this presence like someone you don't fuck with. He was wearing gym shorts and had on a perfectly white sleeveless tank and dark skin. Puerto Rican was my assumption, or maybe hardcore Italian with some Latin mixed in somewhere. Perfect fade haircut. Very defensive demeanor and posture. Sleeve tattoos on one of his arms with biceps and shoulders like boulders without an ounce of fat. He stood about 5'9" and was built like a brick shithouse. I had him pegged for about 25-27 years old.
I hadn't seen Sean in a while. Like years. So it was a shock to see him walking down the street. Sean is gay, but he was with Mark, so I gave him a bro hug instead of the typical gay greeting, right? I didn't want to get my ass beat by this random unknown dude who looked like he could fuck everyone's shit up in a second. So the first question was to Sean, the typical "So good to see you man. What are you doing tonight?" That was quickly followed by -- and I don't know where I got the courage to ask -- a very forward "Who's your friend??"
Mark stepped forward, put out his hand, and barked at me in the absolute hottest, thickest Brooklyn/Staten Island accent you've ever heard: "I'm Mark," followed by that straight dude quarter head nod upwards in acknowledgment he just spoke to you. You know it if you've seen it.
I shook his hand, and he gripped my hand so hard I thought he had broken something. Looking back at the moment now, it was a little painful. That grip was incredible.
Two things are running through my head: First, this is one of the hottest guys I have ever seen in my life. Second, he's straight, so that sucks. The really hot ones are always fucking straight. Ugh.
I turn back to Sean and ask again what he's doing tonight? "We're running up the block to grab some food," followed by me saying, "Cool, I'm heading into Gym Bar to meet a few friends and get drunk, so come by after if you aren't doing anything."
Without missing a beat, Mark looks at Sean and says, "What's Gym Bar?"
(If you don't know Gym Bar, just Google 'gym bar nyc' it is basically a gay sports bar that's pretty cool in the heart of Manhattan)
All I could think is you poor hot dumb straight guy. Go home and bang your girlfriend, who in my mind is legit smoking hot because there's no way a dude like Mark doesn't bang some chick like that every night.
We part ways. Sean and Mark walk south, and my friend and I head into Gym Bar and meet our friends.
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Up Next: Part 2 - Mark Stalks Me
Finally, there is an actual point to writing this story. It's to challenge your assumptions about everything in life constantly. People aren't always what they seem, and opposites can attract. Fate is also a factor in everything. That said, this should be about ten parts or so, but maybe fewer. I don't know it really depends on how much I get in the mood to write over the next couple of weeks.
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Part 1: Sidewalk Meeting
Back in 2011, I was walking down the street with a friend in New York City in Chelsea, right near Gym Bar on 8th and 18th. On a typical mid-summer Friday or Saturday night (can't remember). The plan was to meet up with a few friends, but as I crossed the street, I saw this random unknown dude [Mark] walking with an old friend of mine [Sean] from our old football days.
As I approached them both, I couldn't help but notice Mark. Mark was rough-looking. He was handsome as hell but also had this presence like someone you don't fuck with. He was wearing gym shorts and had on a perfectly white sleeveless tank and dark skin. Puerto Rican was my assumption, or maybe hardcore Italian with some Latin mixed in somewhere. Perfect fade haircut. Very defensive demeanor and posture. Sleeve tattoos on one of his arms with biceps and shoulders like boulders without an ounce of fat. He stood about 5'9" and was built like a brick shithouse. I had him pegged for about 25-27 years old.
I hadn't seen Sean in a while. Like years. So it was a shock to see him walking down the street. Sean is gay, but he was with Mark, so I gave him a bro hug instead of the typical gay greeting, right? I didn't want to get my ass beat by this random unknown dude who looked like he could fuck everyone's shit up in a second. So the first question was to Sean, the typical "So good to see you man. What are you doing tonight?" That was quickly followed by -- and I don't know where I got the courage to ask -- a very forward "Who's your friend??"
Mark stepped forward, put out his hand, and barked at me in the absolute hottest, thickest Brooklyn/Staten Island accent you've ever heard: "I'm Mark," followed by that straight dude quarter head nod upwards in acknowledgment he just spoke to you. You know it if you've seen it.
I shook his hand, and he gripped my hand so hard I thought he had broken something. Looking back at the moment now, it was a little painful. That grip was incredible.
Two things are running through my head: First, this is one of the hottest guys I have ever seen in my life. Second, he's straight, so that sucks. The really hot ones are always fucking straight. Ugh.
I turn back to Sean and ask again what he's doing tonight? "We're running up the block to grab some food," followed by me saying, "Cool, I'm heading into Gym Bar to meet a few friends and get drunk, so come by after if you aren't doing anything."
Without missing a beat, Mark looks at Sean and says, "What's Gym Bar?"
(If you don't know Gym Bar, just Google 'gym bar nyc' it is basically a gay sports bar that's pretty cool in the heart of Manhattan)
All I could think is you poor hot dumb straight guy. Go home and bang your girlfriend, who in my mind is legit smoking hot because there's no way a dude like Mark doesn't bang some chick like that every night.
We part ways. Sean and Mark walk south, and my friend and I head into Gym Bar and meet our friends.
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Up Next: Part 2 - Mark Stalks Me