It's just something that nobody talks about. He assured me that while it was a lot to handle, it was actually a pretty popular fetish. After having another beer he got into the finer details of how a "racial play" scene would go down.Īccording to him, a play scene would involve me in a cage, getting choked with his dick, while he spits on me and calls me nigger a few times. I told him no because I actually wasn't pissed at all. He asked me if I was mad that he was into that. I've done some weird shit, but this whole thing was fucked up and I didn't understand what turned him on about it exactly.
It scared me to imagine where this conversation was going to go, but I still couldn't quite process what I just heard. Solely based on curiosity, I asked him exactly what this type of roleplay scene would entail. At that moment I realized he was being serious and took a deep breath because, as a black man and a human being, the whole thing had just thrown me off.
I kind of giggled and then looked at him again. He looked extremely flustered and scared to say it, but after about five minutes of circling around the big confession, he sheepishly blurted out that he was into "racial play." Fetish is always an awkward subject for people, but I assured him I wasn't easily weirded out.
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He told me he was into a few kinks, but didn't know how to talk about them. I remember being puzzled and asking what was wrong. Before things escalated, he stopped me and said he needed to tell me something. I wasn't expecting things to heat up after the weird beer comment, but after six beers we just went for it and started making out. He came over around 10:30 PM, and made a few weird comments about the beer we were drinking, calling it "hipster beer." That sort of turned me off, but I decided not to read too much into it. I told him we should drink a few beers at my place and see where it goes. He messaged me back and said he comes to Toronto for work every day and wondered if we could hook up later that evening. I messaged a guy after work one day just to see if he'd reply. He then responded with a picture of him smiling with his grandmother, saying nothing else. Two hours later he sends a pic, but it's not of a body part or another sexy face pic, it's a picture of him and his sister with the caption "hot pic." I wasn't sure if this was a mistake or a joke, but I decided to just brush it off and send another dick pic. I sent the most recent one and waited for him to send something back. We talked for a week and he eventually asked me if I had a dick pic. Suffice to say the dude was really hot and definitely checked off a few boxes in the "my type" department. He was a bald, rugged, bearded man with green eyes. I sent a face pic to start and he sent one back. The vibe was friendly for the first few days, and then he wanted to see some pics, which I was more than willing to share. I chatted him up about all things Ireland and told him about a trip I was planning for spring 2016. Around Thanksgiving last year, I got a message from an Irish guy visiting the city for a few weeks.