The strangest co-incidence of my life. adult rated.

In 1974-07 I received a brochure advertising an 8 mm porn movie. This was not unusual. I was active in gay lib and as a result was on all manner of junk mail lists. The movie featured a handsome, spectacularly well hung black guy. I showed the picture to my lover Jimmy L.. He too was quite turned on by the picture. I said, "I am going away for a business trip in Calgary. If you get a chance to have sex with a well hung black guy while I am away, do it. So will I." We were monogamous, with a playful sex life full of fantasy and role playing. To me this was just a fantasy. At that time, there were almost no black people at all in Vancouver. You might see one every ten days or so. I thought it would be fun to imagine such an encounter, but felt there was almost zero chance of it actually happening for either of us. When I got back, Jim said, "I think you are going to be mad. I had sex a well hung black guy. Not only that, he is the guy in the movie." It turned out Jim was not pulling my leg. Don B. (the porn star) had come to Vancouver on vacation. He went to Have A Gay Stay to arrange cheap accommodation, and David L. sent him to stay with us. We had a spare bedroom in our house usually occupied by such a "transient" as we called our guests. We used to play tourist in our own city showing gay visitors around. Don stayed with us for about a month. I will leave out the details, but suffice it to say we had a lot of fun, not just sexual. Jealousy was impossible since Don was so lovable. During that time Don and I had long heart-to-heart talks. I learned about the disadvantages of being stunningly handsome and spectacularly hung. It can be a very lonely life with everyone relating only to your penis. I was struck by the statistical impossibility of the co-incidence, not only a black guy but the black guy in the movie showing up literally on our doorstep. Jim claimed he had created the event by taking LSD then focussing on Don’s picture. That sounded pretty far fetched, but Don showing up on our doorstep seemed even stranger. Don and I sporadically stayed in touch over the years. I don’t think he has forgiven me for telling the story of this strange co-incidence publicly a few years ago. I don’t mention Don’s last name because he is now straight and is quite embarrassed by his youthful indiscretion making the porn movie. I suppose you could interpret this as answered prayer, by some god other than Jehovah, one not quite so prudish