Looks Are Deceiving
I saw him in the bar a foreign place and a foreign concept lost to me. I was not the type of muscle bound and crude clientele they are expecting. This hot white guy with a tattoo keeps staring at me with such intense eyes. I thought oh he hates me great or he was a true super racist.
He approached me after I raced to sit down at the counter and I try to ignore him as I felt his presence in my soul. “My name is Kyle...how are you?” He asked me. “Hi I am Lawrence nice to meet you.” I say in reply very confused. “Do you want to dance?” He asked me as I reluctantly agree. He offers his hand as we head to the floor.
“I know I look like a super jerk that is full of himself but I promise I’m not. This will sound crazy guy I am not guys like me you know and yes we do exist out here. I just could not look away from you and I like skinny guys a lot. Also I am a slave and a bottom so I think I am very skilled.” He says a fast rant as we dance.
It was late that night when I try to leave and I tell my friends that I am about to go. I walk out an he follows me as he grabs on to my arm. “Hey, that’s it you are just going to ditch me? I thought we had a connection...can I at least have your number?” He ask me as I can see he was dead serious.
The next day I see a text from him inviting me to his friends party at 8 pm and he picked me up in his car. We got to the place as we talk with others and he pulls me aside go dance again. It was not at all as weird this time as I expected and he was pretty open minded abut it all.
He introduced to me his girlfriend who he told me about yesterday and he wanted us three to be an item officially. “We were going to break up but then we saw you so alone. We both thought you were cute so she sent me and well here we are. I laughed as he explained it to me and I assured them it was fine.I now had a hot boyfriend and a hot girlfriend in one relationship it works for me.
The end.
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