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Anything Goes
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Bi-Sexual Male / 41
The shallowness of human beings intrigues me. Now, I'm not physically attractive by a lot of people's standards; I'm overweight, I'm balding, I wear glasses, I'm mixed race (with mixed black-white kids you either come out super cute or ugly as sin, there's not really a middle ground - I wasn't super cute). But I'm fairly intelligent and can hold a conversation with most people.
Still, back in the early 2000's when I first came online and created profiles for myself at MySpace and several other social networks I couldn't get the time of day from anyone. In the era of "add whores" where people competed to see how many hundreds or thousands of friends they could get on a single profile, I was routinely rejected, even insulted for requesting an add.
That was when I began an experiment. I browsed random male profiles on MySpace and chose an attractive white male my own age (from New Zealand). I stole his photos and created a profile with them, using my own information for education, employment, background, etc. Only the photos were his. And suddenly, everyone loved me. The friend requests poured in, especially from attractive women and gay men. The people to which I'd once been a social pariah, were now in love with me. They hung on my every word.
I honestly don't remember how much cybersex I had. It was an almost nightly (hell, daily too) event. Nor do I remember how many people willingly got naked on webcam for me and performed sex acts on themselves for my amusement. None of them ever caring that I never webcammed back. My excuse that my webcam was "broken" or "misplaced" was good enough. Just because the handsome guy in the avatar smiling back at them said so.
I charmed bubbly college freshmen out of their clothes, I talked otherwise happy housewives into masturbating for me, I made leanly muscled twinks cum explosively, all just by talking dirty to them. And they kept coming back for me because I'm an interesting person and once they get to know me, people usually like me.
But I grew tired of the fantasy a few years ago and went back to just being myself. Once again, nobody wants to know me. But that's ok because the joke is on a whole lot of them. They'll never know the things they did for worthless, ugly old me or realize who it was they professed their love and devotion for or who they came to for advice when life was difficult. They only have their own shallowness to blame for depriving themselves of a friend.
Still, back in the early 2000's when I first came online and created profiles for myself at MySpace and several other social networks I couldn't get the time of day from anyone. In the era of "add whores" where people competed to see how many hundreds or thousands of friends they could get on a single profile, I was routinely rejected, even insulted for requesting an add.
That was when I began an experiment. I browsed random male profiles on MySpace and chose an attractive white male my own age (from New Zealand). I stole his photos and created a profile with them, using my own information for education, employment, background, etc. Only the photos were his. And suddenly, everyone loved me. The friend requests poured in, especially from attractive women and gay men. The people to which I'd once been a social pariah, were now in love with me. They hung on my every word.
I honestly don't remember how much cybersex I had. It was an almost nightly (hell, daily too) event. Nor do I remember how many people willingly got naked on webcam for me and performed sex acts on themselves for my amusement. None of them ever caring that I never webcammed back. My excuse that my webcam was "broken" or "misplaced" was good enough. Just because the handsome guy in the avatar smiling back at them said so.
I charmed bubbly college freshmen out of their clothes, I talked otherwise happy housewives into masturbating for me, I made leanly muscled twinks cum explosively, all just by talking dirty to them. And they kept coming back for me because I'm an interesting person and once they get to know me, people usually like me.
But I grew tired of the fantasy a few years ago and went back to just being myself. Once again, nobody wants to know me. But that's ok because the joke is on a whole lot of them. They'll never know the things they did for worthless, ugly old me or realize who it was they professed their love and devotion for or who they came to for advice when life was difficult. They only have their own shallowness to blame for depriving themselves of a friend.
