When you meet the crazy --

[TeenSlut]

I once drunkenly brought this fat guy back to my place and fucked him with a condom. During the night, I woke to find him looking through my stuff, including my passport and bank statements. I didn't really think much of it and next morning he left.

The guy in question was some sort of paranoid schizophrenic who believed there was a cult in our city out to infect him. I kind of felt sorry for him and had some very long phone/text conversations with him trying to reassure him that I tested negative months after we last met, that I didn't rape him bareback while he slept (I have no idea why he thought this), that he should get tested himself and that he'll be fine since he uses condoms. I didn't meet up with him after the first time, which pissed him off enough for him to start posting bullshit about me on a local chat room with my full name saying that I was a hiv+ sociopath and prostitute etc. etc, basically trying to blackmail into me meeting him. He's a BBRT member and he's always messaging me from different accounts (I keep blocking him) asking me to breed him with my poz cum (My most recent test Dec 2012 was neg, as stated on my profile).

I did kind of hate him when he was spreading false rumours about me but these days I mostly am just irritated by the BBRT messages and pity him. I hope he gets some sort of help eventually.

[Guest JizzDumpWI]

Had a fellow chat me up on manhunt site. While that has probably one of the worst IM features, somehow managed to hold a stable IM connection.

I first responded to his profile, which sounded "wounded". Like he had been dealt a bad hand. My note was just hope that he does better. He initiated the IM session.

He started out with his story that he was approached by an older man a year or so before. Older guy claimed to be married and needed to be discreet. Got the young fellow to suck him off, told young fellow he had just been pozzed, and left.

Young guy then goes on to tell me that that single event converted him; and that it was an untreatable form of HIV. He didn't really substantiate that with anything about clinics he went to or what treatments, if any, were tried. Then proceeded to try to get me to work with him on a project. That project was that he had been stalking a local college guy; and wanted to break into the guys house; taz him and rape him. My role was to be to cut the phone line from outside, then add my load to his in the delusion that would mess up the DNA and make tracing impossible. Of course, in THIS POST I have cut to the chase. He took a long time getting his plan expressed. His fallback plan was to murder the guy if things went wrong.

Now, as much as I love and only do bare sex, I've never been an advocate of rape and murder. What I did do was copy the chat and put it into a txt file, and send it to manhunt moderators.

But emotionally, I was shaken. For some time as the story unfolded I thought the young guy was carrying out a fantasy. But as it unfolded he included significant verifiable details - and even if he was spinning a fantasy; he did so in a convincing way. It was perhaps half way through that it occurred to me this might not be fantasy; and it was for that reason I continued the chat, pulling out as much plan detail as I could.

Bottom line of all this? Well it is true that the world is chockablock with crazy ones. I am grateful that this is less common - and yet many on this site have had our share of odd experiences we're glad to be rid of.

J

[Inception]

A couple years ago on a pone sex line I chatted with this guy in another city. Well he's actually in a remote small town up north in the middle of nowhere and it sounds like he's probaly closetted. I gave him my number and we had a hot chat about him breeding me. We never met, but he started obsessing over me just from that conversation. He started calling me all the time at like 1:30am and waking me up. Usually it sounded like he was drunk. For a few months it was a few nights a week. He almost always called from a blocked number so I had no clue about who he was. I started turning the ringer on my phone off every night before bed. Then one day I slept in and was over an hour late for work. The ringer was off so I didn't hear the phone and wake up. Work contacted my family, and I woke up to my Dad banging on my door freaked out that something happened to me. Finally the guy screwed up one time and didn't block his number when he called, so I called him the next day when he was sober and told him off and threatened that if didn't stop calling me I would out him to his friends and family. He stopped calling for a couple years. Two months ago I come in late on a Friday night and my phone is ringing and it is him. He's drunk and I ask him why is he calling me. He said he had just come across my number in an old phonebook and wanted to hear my voice. I said very nicely you can't start calling me again. He said but I want to fuck you. I said do you actually have any plans to travel to my city? He said no and I said so then it's not gonna happen so don't call me. He asked if he did travel to my city would I let him fuck me. I said yes of course because I am a slut, but how do you even know you would be interested, I probably look nothing like you imagine, I'm not some porn star I'm just a boring regular looking cubby guy and nothing special. Finally he was like oh ok. But, then he asked, if I did come to your city you would get on your back and spread your legs and let me put my cum in your hole? Then I got angry and told don't call me unless you are actually in town and ready to do that no matter how disgusting I might actually look I real life. He hasn't called since. He was annoying but at the same time I do fell sorry for him since he sounds like he's stuck in that small town.

[rubio2001]

No younger guys for me... period. I've had some good times, and there are always exceptions, but there is a 'drama' edge to most of them that I understand completely (I remember when I was that age), but I just don't want to deal with it now.

[HungLatinDom]

My crazy was in Punta Arenas, far southern Chile. He claimed to be a bareback slut. He was not, sex was awful, so I stopped it and told him he was not a good bottom at all. He then started sending me messages telling me I needed to fuck him again or he would say to the police that I was spreading AIDS all over CHile, a filthy foreigner who also was trafficking drugs. I replied that I had very good lawyers and he'd be sued if he tried that (all bluff), but he apologized and said he just wanted my load...

[Guest JizzDumpWI]

This is definitely an interesting thread. What is happening with me is that now I am recalling some of those bad experiences I would prefer to just forget. I suppose remembering these bad times is probably good. Reminders that it can go very bad, very quickly. At the same time, I don't want to arbitrarily cut myself off from good experiences.

What I've come to is that I pay attention to my gut. Whenever it just doesn't feel right, I pay attention to that.

For example, a guy on bbrt is/was (I'm not sure which) traveling to Milwaukee later this month. It all started out normal enough except it was odd he was only coming for a few hours, and wasn't part of a flight crew. Then his story started taking twists and turns about "who" he wanted at his party, and what he was going to do to/with them (and for awhile, me). The alarms started going off for me - reminiscent of "meet the crazy"...

Maybe that's the point of this thread, to recall some of those times, and use them to our advantage now.

It might be interesting to hear how others have used their own "meet the crazy" as a tool now. Success stories in that regard?

[tboyer]

late one night i was at the corner of horny and stupid, and i made a wrong turn. i invited a guy who had been pursuing me on a4a for a while over.

he was adorable-- 25, nice body, big cock, bubble butt, funny and sweet. good kisser, pretty good head-giver, tight hole.

we blew and fucked each other for a few hours. it was quite nice.

eight days later i got a message from him. he had gonorrhea and was 99% certain he'd gotten it from me. i replied that i had no symptoms of anything, thanked him for letting me know, and told him i'd certainly get checked out right away.

he seemed to think i was lying. i told him he might've been exposed some time ago and just been asymptomatic. he didn't seem to believe me.

i got the full $80 panel at the health dept-- gono, syph, hiv, chlamydia, warts, etc. i was swabbed, gave blood, had a wire q-tip shoved into my urethra, you name it.

i kinda thought they were gonna tell me i'm poz. i'm not. turns out i'm so clean i should squeak when i walk.

i gave cutie the courtesy of an update. he didn't respond.

about a week later, i got another mesage from him. he'd had such a hot time with me that he wanted to get together again as soon as possible.

i told him that while the sex was fun, all the drama afterward wasn't.

and then i blocked him.

The only crazy thing I've had, was the exact same thing that happened to einathens;78270

except he didn't call to get back to have sex again, instead he kept accusing me of giving

him the clap, even though I told him he could see my test results, and none of the guys

whom had fucked me since him have gotten the clap or anything else.

Edited January 13, 2013 by tboyer

[TigerMilner]

I've been lucky as far as hooking up with strangers as far as not encountering too many crazies, but I did have a real nut job who became aware of me on xtube. He friended me and started emailing me asking questions that seemed like those of an interested supporter of what I am doing. Next thing I know he is posting warnings about me on Craigslist telling men that I am secretly videotaping them and posting them online. He posted the link to my xtube page and made it sound like I was making a fortune in porn at the expense of innocent married men. It was his mission to "expose" me and hopefully shame me into oblivion. He was a religious nut from Mississippi who told me how immoral I am and that he was going to stop me.

I turned the tables on him and got crazy on him. I found out his address thru his Email and IP addresses. I wrote to him response to his CL posts claiming to be a victim and he told me everything he "knew". I let him know that most of my married fuckbuddies would not appreciate him drawing attention to the situation and that they would help me fuck him up. I threatened him. lol. I was kinda serious though. I am called Tiger for many reasons, all of them appropriate to the name. He stopped harassing me, but it was at that time that I got kicked off xtube and I have to believe that he had something to do with it. They won't say, but it was amazingly coincidental timing. Maybe he felt vindicated. But I will have the last laugh. Fuck him.

I really loved that my videos and now my blog bothered him THAT much. Me getting fucked on the floor of a public restroom just sent him over the top! lol. I know it must be hot!

[pipesmokin'manfucker]

Gee- what a surprise. Doing the kinda stuff many of us do inevitably brings us into contact with deranged and/or dangerous folks, i.e., sociopaths. And the results often ain't too pretty.

Our respective societies are packed chock-a-block full of tragic persons labouring under the burden of serious, serious mental illnesses. The mass shootings which have taken place here in the States and elsewhere (Norway & Germany) testify to this.

So it being that I want to avoid experiences like you guys have described in yr responses, I do not give out my phone # & I do my best to get acquainted with a man before I do the do with him. Altho I've had lapses in judgement on the latter point...I've made a lot of dumb-ass choices in my 58 years.

I've been lucky. The only real kook I suffered at the hands of was my unfortunate ex. He was a loo-loo. And I was a loo-loo for taking up with him.

Also the fact that (so I've been told) I often come across in gay bars & other gay venues as mildly distant but cautiously friendly and that I can bestow a hard, stony glance which would turn someone into ice and that I'm usually pretty self-confident AND that I neither drink alcohol or use mind-altering drugs: all of this, plus my size, tends to keep the lunatix at bay.

Edited January 14, 2013 by pipesmokin'manfucker

[TigerMilner]

I've been lucky. The only real kook I suffered at the hands of was my unfortunate ex. He was a loo-loo. And I was a loo-loo for taking up with him.

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PSMF you reminded me that my recent religious zealot was not my only crazy if you count ex's. lol. My second partner, who I met and fell in love with right after I turned 25 ( he turned 30 two days later) was a very handsome marketing executive with a blue chip company. His early success led to a cocaine addiction. He could also drink more than anyone I ever met. When he did, at a certain point, he turned into Dr Jekyll. and Mr Hyde. I was afraid of him. I left him because I truly felt that one of us would be seriously hurt, and it would probably be me as he was bigger and more muscular and at the time I was a 135 lb. twink. I loved him, but I could not live with him.

Shortly after I left him he killed three people and was charged with his 3rd DUI and 3 counts of vehicular manslaughter. He jumped bail rather than go to prison and lived as a fugitive for 6 years. I hear he is now clean and sober and married to a nice man.

I do the opposite of you. I try not to get to know to many of the guys I hook up with. The less I know, the better.

[eightndeep]

crazy 1) I had a guy I hooked up with once (on the sly) not stop calling my cellphone for a whole weekend. Now anyone who wants to talk first, I'm not interested.

crazier 2) Back when I was 19 in college, I picked up a black dude in a park and took him to my efficiency. He fucked me. After, at like 1:00 am, I was like "Thanks, see you." He flipped out that he could not stay the night. Yelled, screamed, called me a racist. He was furious. I was terrified. I thought he was going to beat me up. I've never been attracted to black men since.

craziest 3) Few years back I meet this guy. I was fucking around behind my ltr's back with. I broke my 'once only' rule. We'd hit it off and were hanging out some - over the course of 10 days. One day (a Tuesday) my bf was out of town and I barefucked and seeded him. That Friday night, he calls me from a bar saying he's worried about HIV and all his friends tell him I'm poz. Mind you, I never go out and have no idea who these people are. He won't stop calling/texting about it, so first thing Monday, we go to Whitman Walker and have side by side tests. Mine's neg. He's in the room next to mine getting his results and he bolts. The people there tell me hes poz. I ask them to explain I couldn't have pozzed him, but he was gone.

He started calling me threatening to blackmail me by telling my bf. I said go ahead. He called my partner at his work. And he turned me into the police for pot. He said at one point he thought I looked poz . . . and with all the crazy shit he was spewing at me, the ball dropped. This guy was setting me up to blackmail me for pozzing him! Here he was in a relationship with the lead of a pop band, (I got text pictures, he really was) (the -er -"B49's") and I would bet good money he was blackmailing him for that very thing! I learned the only way to cope was just not to respond at all. And it led to my opening my 24 year relationship, which was a good thing.