Date Kiss

I was excited and surprised when I was told thru the grapevine that a really hot guy, V, was interested in me and wanted to know if I was on facebook.

My cock kind of flipped a little the first time I met him, a week previously. He was really ripped with olive skin. He said that he worked out all the time, and that he didn't masturbate because the extra testosterone helped build his leg muscles, which he was focusing on developing. I told him that he was crazy and should get laid. I suppose that he thought I could be the answer.

He added me on facebook and we met together to 'hang out' for the evening, which eventually became a movie evening. We saw each other a few days later and went for drinks. After our second meeting, I realized that I had discovered nearly everything about his personality. I made him believe that I wanted to keep on seeing him in hopes that soon his muscular, olive arms would be wrapped around my slender body. I had never been with anyone so beautiful, though he was shallow as a salt flat in the sun. V is for Vain.

We went out to a club and he drunk-drove me home. He kissed me in the car but couldn't stay.

The last time I saw him we had gone to a jazz show and he again drove me home. He has control issues and doesn't like to be driven. I slipped off my seat-belt and leaned in to give him a kiss goodbye. He said he was sorry, he was drunk the night before. He didn't want to kiss me.

I gave him a tour guide smile, said goodbye, and walked to my apartment without looking back.

Greedy Top

This is sex the way I like it. Greedy top, selfless bottom.

A nearly 18 minute video where the restless top, a college frat, playfully tries out a bunch of positions with his boy toy. I dare you not to cum. My favorite part is at the end when the top finally climaxes, and the bottom goes back down on him again. He wreathes in ecstasy.

What did you think?

Catch up

I was busy with errands all day, and by the evening I was feeling pretty wiped out. I heated up some leftover stir fry and watched some TV home makeover show, naked. My apartment is chik and modern so I'm not taking any advice from these home shows. I crack a beer and switch to the news.

I should call my boyfriend, I think. I haven't talked to K all day long. He's out of town tonight, and we won't get to see much of each other for around a week. I call him out of obligation, not because I particularly care what he has to say but because I'm worried that he's going to figure out I don't need him all the time.

I enjoy the upper hand.

Dating K

I'm dating this guy, K. He's really funny and cute. He' s got a pudge and brown hair, and is 6'.

I don't love him, but I do like him quite a bit.

I like that his quick wit and intelligent humor makes me laugh hard. That's one of the things that I like most about him. I dated a few guys before K and had a hard time finding people who could make me laugh. I could make them laugh no problem, I'm quite funny and talented. But they would just sit across the dining table and wait for me to do something else clever. I began to feel like a clown. Those relationships never went anywhere, except a kiss, which I shall discuss in lavish detail LATER.

K makes me laugh. He's got a warm and genuine smile. He's got stage presence. He's very feminine, I don't think that he would enjoy dressing up in woman's clothing. He is content to prance around with flair.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm dating such a fag.

Two Halves

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A fairly large shift in my life is fast approaching and I'm getting ready to come out. And it's exciting! I'm doing some research online, looking up resources on coming out and reading stories. It's very encouraging to read stories from people who have been in my exact same situation. Right now I'm in the 'coming out to oneself' stage. It's a time of deep introspection and serious thought. It's like a business meeting where no body is allowed to leave until a proposal, or charter, is written in full and everybody agrees. Pizza is delivered, and some executives fall asleep in their chair.

I don't think about being queer so much at work or in public situations any more. Perhaps I'm finding an equalization by spending time researching and contemplating the future. It will be a terrible disappointment if I have to delay my debut as OUT.

Progress

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My 'coming out' is advancing quicker than I originally predicted. I told my good friend that I am gay. I just out and said it. We had spent the day together on a common task, and spent and sprawled on the floor I got a little quiet, and then said it. And then I smiled, a nervous smile and looked into her eyes, and she was also nervous, and didn't say anything for a split second. Then she said "Ok, cool. I'm bisexual."

What the fuck.

"Yeah, I like to make out with girls. I've been doing it for years!"

I could have shit a brick.

We spoke at greater length about it. She said that she didn't suspect it from me, and I said the same about her. I honestly didn't! This was total news to me! And then I realized that the shock and awe that I was experiencing was probably the exact same that she was. It was a great moment of solidarity. We both promised to keep each other's secret a 'secret.'

I'm going to be relocating in the next few months. I have decided that I am going to come out once I make the move. I don't want to make it a huge announcement. I don't want to have to take up people's time and then shock them with the news. Honestly, I'd rather just show up to a wedding with a boyfriend at my side and create a mini disaster in the midst of a happy event.

Ernest and Bertram

Funny and true.