I swear whenever “Drew” calls me he has some crisis.
Drew is a cat I met at an adult video store more than a year ago. A dark skinned, middle aged, handsome brother with a little pot belly, silky straight hair like an Indian, and dark, sultry eyes with long curly lashes. And oh, before I forget, Drew has a big, fat black dick about nine inches long.
It is that dick that gets Drew in trouble. Thank goodness he lives in a secure apartment building with a gated parking garage and an entrance you have to buzz to enter. Otherwise Drew might be a dead man.
A few months ago my phone chirped in the dead of the night. It was Drew with his drama.
“I hooked up with this dude on Adam4Adam and I went downstairs to let him in and he is walking around in the parking lot, ranting and raving and acting high, so I came back upstairs and didn’t let him in,” Drew said, his voice getting high with nervousness. ” Immanuel, he won’t leave! And he keeps blowing up my phone. What if the neighbors see him! What if he doesn’t leave?”
I was groggy but woke up fully.
“Drew, calm down dude. Just turn your phone off. He will go away and if not somebody will call the cops.”
“Man, some of these dudes on Adam4Adam are crazy!”
“Yeah, Drew you know this white principal got robbed and killed hooking up with some young black dudes lately.”
“I got to be more careful Immanuel.”
“You’re fine Drew. He can’t get in. Go to sleep and get some rest.”
This week Drew calls me again. Yeah. You guessed it. More drama.
It seems Drew has been fucking a married guy who likes to use his cellphone to take short, point-of-view video clips of Drew slamming that dick in his ass. Well, hubbie emailed the clips and photos to Drew and wifey apparently got a hold of her husband’s email, found the salacious shots, and all hell broke loose.
She sent Drew a nasty email saying stay the fuck away from her man and you nasty ass faggot and on and on.
“Immanuel, shit man, what am I going to do?,” Drew whined.
“Well she doesn’t have your address and even if she did she can’t just walk into the building. Take it from a man whose wife found out about him, Drew. That shit is between her husband and her. That is their marriage. It will work out one way or the other.”
“Well, maybe he wrote that nasty email himself because he was tired of me and wanted a reason to drop me,” said Drew, sounding a little sad.
“That’s quite a drastic way to drop a dude you don’t want to roll with. He could have just stopoed answering your phone calls and texts. That’s what most dudes do.”
“Oh well, you may be right.”
“Look Drew, I’m out having drinks with a buddy of mine. Let’s talk later.”
I hung up and went about my business. I wonder what wild hookup Drew will call and tell me about next time.
QUESTIONS: Readers, what is the craziest hookup you have ever had? Mine was “The Ecstasy and Agony,” the man high on crystal meth. Also, what is your advice to stay safe when you are hooking up with guys you meet online?