The Other Side

Okay lets take it back a little bit. Over the years I have come to accept that some people might find me to be a kinda alright looking guy. I've tried to deny it for the longest time but it caught up with me. Maybe I'm a little bit attractive but not Taye Diggs type. I dont exactly make people melt at the knees you know. Now understand, I have never, ever looked at myself and said that I am a hottie. I seriously dont see it. To me, I'm just another regular guy hanging on the streets. Fo real. I just dont see what people see. And actually I feel a bit uncomfortable when people tell me nice things about myself. Complex maybe. Anyway, this has gotten me into some serious trouble in my years on these streets. Dude, its fucken crazy man. Lemme tell you my first ever alternate story.

So there I was, young impressionable, naive boy was hanging out on the beach in 1998 with his friend for new years. The said friend was never into ass so it was not his mission for the evening. And honestly it was not for me either. Anyway there we are, little laaities, on clifton 4th on the 31st of December looking for a good time/. We find it, but in the form of other young people like us wanting a good time. Anyway, the night rolls along and the new years celebrations roll past. Back then it was all about how many chick you had scored, so I was doing pretty well in the stakes cause that was my vibe. Anyway, a little after midnight a coupla friends decide to throw me into the water just for fun cause we are all drunk. Fair enough. Now there I m all drunk and **** and wet on the beach on new years. Come 4AM and Im hanging out on the edge of the beach with all my wet clothes over my body to keep myself warm, and this guy walks over to me to greet me. In the Cape Town sense he was a pretty average guy. Yellow denim pants, white wifebeater, sandals and no front teeth. So in the spirit of the new year I extend my hand to him to wish him a new year. He takes my hand and says "Happy New Years" to me. nothing outta the ordinary with that. Next thing I know I try to claim my hand back but he still has it in his hand. Next thing you know this guy goes from taking my hand to greet it and his hands go up from my forearm to my shoulder to my chest to my abs. WTF?!?!?!?! This guy, I dont know at all, has his paws all over me and I dont know what to do. So he asks me why am so wet and I tell him that some friend threw me in the pool. Next thing I know this guys hands are on my crotch and they are squeezing. WTF!!!!

Then he asks me: "Can I suck your cock?"

Why? Why does this kind of thing happen to me? Look, I am all for people who are into that kind of vibe but why me? Seriously, is there something about me that says that I'm a guy that way inclined?

And this is not the first(or the last) time this has happened. What the dealy is?