I dont like stories that take forever to read, so im going right to it.
The other night, coming home from the bar, I encountered a flamboyant gay dude. He asked me what time it was: 3.40 am. I was alone, and felt as though I was being followed. I looked back and sure enough, there he was, with his tight white pants, pink dress shirt and black tie. I wasn't totally sober, so i don't remember how he said it, but he basically wanted to pay me to shove his dick up my ass. That was the first time this happened to me, I was quite flattered. But unfortunatly i turned him down. He didn't give up right away. He offered 50 to just take my shirt off. That sounded like a reasonable offer, and since im confortable with my sexuality, I took it more as a compliment than anything. But it gets worst. He wanted to go in a hidden area. Buddy didn't look too intimidating, although he could have stunned me with some kung fu. So I went along. Somehow, the offer had changed to ten minutes of wrestling with my shirt off. So I thought to myself: there's only one option... Ask him to front me the cash before, and then run with it. My dignity is worth a little more than 50 bucks. He said no, I left as he screamed "You fucking f*****". Still haven't figured that one out.
Anyways, I was twisting and turning in my bed the other night, wondering what I should have done. Came up with the conclusion that I was a pussy for not punching him in the throat and grabbing his cash. After all, I had the right to defend myself after being sexually harrassed.
What would you guys have done?