Dear readers,

At first when I read HnTFlattopFan's comments to Buzzhead regarding meeting up for flattop haircuts, he sounded like a sweet nice guy who hopes to get a nice short flattop with or without Buzzhead sometime this summer.

But then I noticed his email address that he included at the end of his August 12th posting here. It looked familiar only because I know this fibbing queer and I have previously exchanged emails with him.

This dude is a fraud and a liar. His real name is Christopher Jensen and most of what he said about himself is fiction. First of all, he told me that he was a lawyer who just completed college recently, and that he was 25 years old.

I met this guy by accident when I attended the Washington Pride Fest events in June of 2017. I told friends that I would meet up with them when I got to the parade, and then go to the bars afterward. I tried to follow the parade route for a better view before calling and texting my friends to find a place to meet. It was while I was walking along the parade route to find a good parade viewing spot when I noticed this young dark haired guy wearing a pride colored muscle shirt, flimsy red nylon Nike shorts, and flip flops.

I went up in between a bunch of women, about six feet from this guy to see him up close. He was handsome as hell and was cute as a button in those very fitted mini shorts, and yes, I could see his bulge too later when he turned around.

But what had more eye appeal even than him in his sinuous shorts, was this guy's super freshly cut fade haircut. Occasionally during the parade, he would run his hand on the back of his head and feel his haircut while I stood behind him being distracted by it. He was always clapping and cheering those in the parade (apparently regardless if he knew them or not) and then run his hand on the back of his severe clipper-buzzed head.

To get a better view of this, I got up closer to see his magnificent awesome short haircut. Towards the end of the parade, as I stood up close behind him, he suddenly turned around and almost ran into me. "Oh, I am sorry, I didn't see you there" as he nearly crashed into my chest and arms. Of course he would not have known I was there, as he barely turned around to see his surroundings when cheering on the parade participants and his occasional glances at his phone. Besides, what better way to engage in small talk by forcing him to bump into me!!

I said "Nice haircut" and he looked puzzled at first and then said "Thanks" and then he noted that his barber went against his wishes and felt embarrassed about the itchy haircut and he didn't like how it felt. We chatted and we suddenly learned that he was going in the direction I was going after the parade as I had just gotten a couple of text messages from friends telling me where they were going after the parade. Christopher/Chris pleasantly chatted with me as we walked towards my car and he seemed like a nice guy. He was ten years younger than myself and acted smart and well-educated. He had friends over at Pitchers so I dropped him off there and later that evening we agreed to meet up at Ziegfeld’s-Secrets.

Christopher was not hard to miss even in a crowded bar with that hot stud military-style haircut, well-toned body, and summertime muscle-shirt, even if he was really not that muscular, he still looked hot. I had my former roommate help me find a couple other guys I knew who frequent ZS, popular gay entertainment joint, while waiting for Chris to show-up as promised. After waiting and waiting not knowing what was happening, he ended-up being very late and was a liar for saying that "the traffic was crazy slow" for their cab to get him to ZS and he sort of lost track of time-----by 40 minutes Chris???

During the time we were together at the ZS, I got him a few drinks, while he was cheap and only got me one drink. I asked if he wanted to join me and others to go onto the dance floor, but he said that he did not want to because he was not wearing his sneakers and didn't want people to see him dancing while wearing flip flops. Rather than dance the night away, I was stuck at the bar making small talk with a party-pooper. During this time with him I was getting a bit horny and his haircut and body was just overwhelmingly irresistible. Since the bar was loud and the music was drowning us out, we began to talk directly into each other's ears. While becoming more intimate, I asked if we could hug a bit and just hang close while I wrap my arms around his belly and pressing my hard-on on his backside to let him know who really loves him.

He seemed to gradually change his attitude of being a teasing sexy boy playing "hard to get" when he wanted to keep checking his phone. Finally, he asked me if I wanted to follow him to the bathrooms where we could maybe hear ourselves talk better.

While standing with each other behind about ten other guys waiting in line for the bathroom, I asked if he was feeling horny and sexy as I hugged him hard from the behind. He said something like "sure, maybe if he felt it". I took it that I should feel his cock for me to know if he was getting erect and horny.

I whispered sexy things to him in his ear and when I put my hand down his shorts he quickly asked for me to take my hand out. Geez, dude, I barely had half of my hand in your dirty-ass shorts. I thought he was being modest, so I lightly ran my hand on the front of his shorts and felt a nice big hard-on.

I really wanted to directly feel the skin of his penis to know if he was cut or uncut and gauge his length. He was big. But like all things about him which are fake, it was probably a dildo placed there to mislead me (and others who noticed his big at-least eight inch erection).

After waiting about 25 minutes, he eventually went in the bathroom, took a piss, and came out as I stood watch at the bathroom exit door. We barely made it back over to the bar when some guy with a shaved bald head came up and hugged him, and they whispered a few things. After they chatted for a few minutes Christopher (er Chris) slapped this guy's ass in a playful manner as they said goodbye. I asked him who was that shaved head guy, and he said "just a friend" and then he admitted that he almost did not recognize him because he shaved his head bald for summer and apparently for gay Pride Fest.

It was getting just past 1:00 a.m. and he wanted to go home, but he got a text message that his friend who lives near him had other plans, and sent a text message that he could not give him a ride back to his parents. So I took him back home and we exchanged numbers and emails. I took him home where he said he lives with his parents who he doesn't get along with and they hate him for being gay. Within the next ten to twelve days we had several email and text message exchanges. I even mailed him a cock ring with a sexy message of saying how lucky I was to have met him close-up to his rear end at the parade, now let us have some fun in bed.

We met again two weeks later at Pitchers Bar DC, and he did not drink. He wanted to say hello since it was so late when I took him home almost drunk that he wanted to be sober to see me again. When I asked if we could start dating and maybe have fun late at night at my apartment, he dropped me like a fly and we never met again and he kept ignoring my emails and text messages. I flirted that I wanted to have a bit of anal fun sometime, and he said he was a virgin. He lied about that, he is no virgin (I can tell) and he was not a teetotaler (a non-drinker) as he drank with me at the bar.

He even tried to say he was not gay and wish to be known publicly as a dumbass fagot that he is. He was only just a parade spectator (he claimed later) and likes the dance club music (for why he chased me to the dance bars later that night when I had other things to do and be with my own friends who are not ashamed of being gay), but he is a fag as much as any other. He acted like he did not know what a "bear" is when we talked about me being a "DC Bear", yet he complimented me on my leather gear and telling me "How much I was a big boy Teddy bear". This dude is a loser and a queer like a three-dollar bill. He said he is not a drinker, yet he sucked down the drinks I got for him. Don't not be fooled by him.

And if all of that is not enough, there are more lies and deceit from this m---_###er.

He is not 28 years young, nor does he live in the so-called Maryland suburbs of Washington. In fact, he lives in Barnesville (Montgomery County), Maryland, far in the country, not a suburb. I know, because I gave him that ride back to his home when his planned ride ditched him late at night, like everyone else in his life that he encounters. I asked if he goes by Christopher, and he said "Call me Chris", yet another fake pseudonym like "HnTFlattop-Fan" he used here.

He may indeed wear a very short military style fade haircut (and he looks frickin' God-damn hot with it, which is about the only good thing going for this miserable fagot), but he is sure no lawyer. In fact, last I heard, he was fired from his job this past spring when his company made sure to let him go first when the health pandemic started a few months ago. I heard that half of his company were let go and he was first on the list. He will likely steal from you or beg for handouts, like asking for rides and taking drinks from a generous people.

Stay as far away from him as possible and that includes you Buzzhead. Gay-fraud-boy Christopher (er Chris) is a fake and a total queer trying to act straight to tease men who think he looks hot and dupe unsuspecting men like myself about his big erection--and shows off his nice short fade haircut just for attention. Man, I was so close to rubbing my dick up the back of his high and tight haircut, but then I quickly learned who he really is. I hope all of your other "friends" finally know the hard truth about yourself, and everyone here now knows who this so-called innocent flattop wannabe Christopher (HnTFlattopFan) Jensen is. If you went with Buzzhead, you would probably stick him with the fuel and barbershop haircut charges. Hopefully you both never connected yet (via email or hopefully not in person).

And oh, by the way, you owe me $75.00 in vehicle cleaning for making me take my car to get fumigated because of your over-use of that foul-smelling Polo cologne that stuck lingering in my car for a week---all because I was nice enough to give you a ride that night to your home, where even your own parents don't want you.

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