I’m an ordinary married man who is bi curious. I met the so called Prestonian from a hookup site around the time BLM was really big. I googled him and found that he is on this site too. He called me a racist and I have made a few n***** or spade jokes in my day so I admitted it. He said the only thing that will solve this is if he “niggerfucks” me. I went to a motel and took a shower and waited for him. At the last minute he called and said he wanted two Big Buford hamburgers from Rally’s (he said “you gonna fill my belly cracker”).

When he arrived he said “where’s my bufords?” And I gave him the bag and he ate one. While he was eating he said “come s*** my c*** cracker”. I began sucking but this really wasn’t really how I envisioned my first gay hookup. I thought there’d be sparks and romance and caring. Just then he pushed my head down and cracked a very loud and airy fart, the kind that sounds like the exhaust of an import car. “How’s that smell cracker?” He asked. I felt humiliated and disrespected and wanted to go home but at this point he turned me around and yanked my pants down.

I’ve fooled around with dildos before but never had an actual c*** in my a**. I asked him to please use a condom but he refused to and said “I’m gonna get my damn nut boy”. He talked like this a lot, calling me boy and cracker. It’s embarrassing to admit it but while he was f****** me he also farted 2 or 3 times and tried to excuse it by saying it “slipped out” and he was gaslighting me saying I didn’t hear anything while he kept passing gas. His c*** was about 6.5 inches long and slender and didn’t get very hard, probably because of his unhealthy diet and drinking (he was drinking a tall can of malt liquor when he arrived).

When he ejaculated he was yelping and carrying on like a southern baptist preacher saying “oh Lord” and “damn that a****** feel good”. Afterwards I expected him to talk with me or maybe hug me in the bed but he acted like we were nothing. I asked if he wanted to watch TV or kiss and he said “I ain’t gay, I gotta go do some errands” and he left just like that. As he was leaving I heard him say under his breath “f****** racist a** cracker” which hurt my feelings because he promised me that it I let him “niggerfuck” me I wouldn’t be a racist anymore. I vote Democrat and believe that black lives matter the most so this was hurtful. When I got home my son said that I looked traumatized, I didn’t have the balls to tell him that I got used by a black b****** this afternoon. Also the Prestonian stole $45 from my wallet. If you’re on Grindr you can find him under the username Prestonian. His caption says “not gay I just like getting my c*** sucked” which is a baldfaced lie, he was more than willing to engage in a*** s** with me.