He wasn’t really a stalker. And his name wasn’t really Pedro. That was just the nickname that my best friend and I gave him. I met him several years ago. My divorce was still fresh. I’d had my brief rebound. It was time to just get laid.

My best friend at the time had introduced me to Craigslist. My best friend is infinitely sluttier than I will ever be. He’s pretty amazing that way. So I had trolled ads for a while. Never really finding anything that suited me. Or if I did, it didn’t seem to go anywhere. So I placed an ad of my own.

And got something like 300 responses in the space of four hours. Then my ad got flagged. Flagging of ads is a mystery to me. But no matter, I had a sufficient pool to work with. I started narrowing things down. Exchanging e-mails. Progressing to chats. I ended up with four guys with whom I made plans. Pedro was the first.

Truth be told it almost didn’t happen. I was living with my folks at the time. No way I could host. He was supposed to be house sitting for a friend that night, but it fell through when his friend came home early. After I was already in my car and on my way to meet him. I was pretty clear, it was a hotel or nothing then.

The timing was bad. It was labor day weekend. It took him a while to find a hotel. I killed time at a bookstore until he had it worked out. Frustrated at his whining about it. Ready to call things off but then he found a room. He gave me directions and I was on my way.

I was nervous. This was not the first time I’d met someone off the internet. In fact, the first time I flew from Seattle to San Francisco to do so, but there had been weeks of chats and more phone calls then I could count. That time I felt like I knew who I was going to see. This was different.

We met in the parking lot. Walked to the room together. I’d brought my pipe and asked if he minded if I took a hit or two to relax. He made some noise about it being a non-smoking room. I looked around and shrugged my shoulders. We were not in the type of place where management would care.

We kissed a little. There was groping. He was uncut and that was new for me. There was fucking. I did not get off. He was so slow when he thrust into me. No friction ever built up. I’d brought a toy, per his request. I showed him how to use it on me. That was how I got off.

I had three other encounters with different men the same weekend. Way to make the most of a long weekend.

He kept contacting me after. Wanting to get together again. Talking about how great I was. I’m thinking, “that was great? Wow dude. Your sex life sucks.”

I decided to meet him again for one reason and one reason only. I wanted someone to take pictures of me in various states of undress. I knew if I fucked him he’d do it. And I also wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. First times people don’t always click. This time I secured the hotel.

I would get dolled up in something, he would take some pictures, then we would fuck. Like before, just not doing it for me. When he’d be doing something good and I’d say, “mmm, I love that”, or “baby yes, just like that”‘ he would stop and say “you like that?” and smile. Um. Yeah. You don’t STOP what you’re doing when someone is purring approval.

And again with the super slow thrusting. He had me on my knees at one point and I’m thinking, finally, I can control some speed here. But whenever I tried to speed us up, he would grip tightly to my hips and force me to slow back down. Again, he never made me cum.

Since the camera was out he took a little video of us fucking. The lighting is bad. And you know, with the slow movement, not so interesting. He also took some video of me masturbating. Because I wanted to get off even if I had to do it myself.

After he’d cum four times he was pretty much done. We said goodbye and I settled in with room service and good cable. I was certain this time I wouldn’t be seeing him again.

He contacted me afterwards. Again telling me how great I was. How much fun. How sexy. Yada yada. He asked for copies of the pics and videos. Um, no. First rule. Always use your own camera that way you control who has the images. No way I’m making a copy of this stuff for some guy that doesn’t even know my real name.

He kept calling and texting. Always wanting to get together. Always asking about the video and pictures. I moved to the bay area a few months later. He was still calling. I told him I’d moved, thinking it would stop the calls.

Nope.

Dude called and/or texted for a solid year and a half after our little photo session. Despite the fact that I’d long since stopped answering calls or returning texts. I kept him in my contacts on yahoo so I could keep myself permanently invisible. I kept him in my phone so I’d know not to pick it up if he called.

He went through a phase where he met some girl. Was taking her to swingers clubs. He would tell me about it. As thought I cared. But mostly he always wanted to know when he and I could get together again. He’d tell me he missed me. How sexy he thought I was. He’d pop up on random holidays to say hi.

He finally went away. I finally felt comfortable taking him out of my phone. I never really worried about him hunting me down and finding me. For starters he only knew my swinger name. He saw my truck once but it still had TX plates on it and I’d registered it in WA after that. My phone number was a NY number. And when I told him I moved to California I never gave him a city. CA is a big state.

Still, he took forever to figure it out. So his nickname stuck permanently.