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After my time with Lance, I began my search again for my perfect match. As I perused the Internet, I made friends with someone close to my hometown. We had casual conversations, and one or two intimate meetings. What was most important about our relationship is that he encouraged me to get tested.
Other than with Lance, I had never had sex without being protected. Well, there was that once at the sex party. But that was just a quick one (ugh!). With Lance, I figured we were relatively monogamous, weren't we? I mean, he was the only guy I was with at the time, but was I the only man HE was with? Hard to tell. I began to doubt myself.
My Internet friend told me of a place that had free testing. He told me all about the tests, how they were quick, painless and anonymous. He told me about the office, the people there, everything I could want to know. Believe me, I had lots of questions. He was kind enough to volunteer to come with me. But, I was a big boy...I was going to do it alone.
I called the center. They don't have regular business hours, I guess a sign of the budget constraints of a free clinic of that sort. But, I found a day that I was able to discreetly go before I headed to work. I drove by the center, got there plenty early. I looked around the neighborhood..confident that I wouldn't see anyone I knew, I walked in. It was a quiet office. One other person waiting, a desk with a clip board to sign in, and a basket on the desk with condoms (take one!).
I signed in with a pseudo name, and sat down. When I got called, a nice older lady brought me into an exam room. I told her I was interested in being tested for HIV. She told me the options, and I'm going by memory, so the facts may be wrong, but from what I remember, I could get an oral swab of some sort. This was painless, but relatively inaccurate and also results weren't immediate. The other option was a blood test that obviously required a needle (ech!) but was very accurate and results were immediate (10 minutes). Take your time in choosing, I was told, she has some information she'd like to collect.
She then began asking me questions that she recorded on a sheet of paper in front of her:
Marital status: Married.
Have I used drugs, steroids or shared needles or the like? No.
Have I had other sex partners in the last 10 years? Yes.
Have I had unprotected anal, or oral sex with men? Yes.
Have I had unprotected sex with someone who could answer yes to any of the above questions? Yes, I suppose so.
After each question and answer she then gave me some information about the risks associated with such acts, that's some, were less risky and others more risky. She informed me of possible STDs that I could catch, including being exposed to HIV. She encouraged me to use condoms, be protected at all times. It was done professionally, informatively and in a non-judgmental manner.
It was food for thought for sure. Was I being careful in my sexual activities? Probably not, well, not at all. Just because I was with Lance and assumed he was monogamous, doesn't mean he was. I was not only putting myself at risk, but my wife. That was something that I wouldn''t be able to explain.
The nurse at the clinic then asked if I decided which test I was going to take. I told her I wasn't too fond of needles, but she told me it really was the better choice. Plus, I would get results right away. I decided to get poked.
She drew some blood from my finger, placed it in a little device, kind of like what diabetics use, but obviously not the same device. She continued to ask me some questions which she recorded, at all times honoring my request for anonymity. She explained that the questions help her, her office, and the organizations that test and treat patients in the demographics and tendencies of the diseases. As she looked at the blood devise, the devise that held my future health in its hands, she opened her mouth...and said...
"You've got no problem. You're negative." I was relieved. I promised myself that I wouldn't ever have unprotected sex again, unless I was in a committed and monogamous relationship.
You too can go and get tested. Its easy, anonymous and a relief to know your status. Protect yourself, your loved ones and your partners.
As luck would have it, my wife and kids decided that they were going away on a holiday weekend and stay away for a few nights. This never happens, and you know I looked forward my time alone with great anticipation.
I spoke with Lance, and we planned a night at his place. This would be my actual first time spending the night with a man in his bed. When I got there on Friday, we hung out a little, took our usual shower together, and had sex. He then cooked me a great dinner, we had some great conversation, cuddled watching a movie on his couch in front of the TV. Again, we headed to bed and had some great sex. Lance was into getting rimmed, and while at that point, I had not really done that a whole lot, I obliged. It was, after all, a means to an end, so to speak. After all, we were both obsessed with cleanliness, and a clean ass is as nice as a clean mouth (or nearly as nice).
Its funny though, when I think about Lance, our times together, the dinners, the sex, the showers, what I really remember most, was watching him sleep that night. He was incredibly cute sleeping there. I was up most of the night stroking his chest, caressing his ass, touching his body. I probably slept an hour that night, but enjoyed every minute of my "insomnia". It was a new experience for me and I loved it. There is nothing like laying next to a man in bed, especially someone you care for.
The next morning, we woke, and I made him breakfast. (Yes! I can cook!) We hung out for most of the day, did our shower/sex thing a few times. I left Saturday afternoon, not wanting to raise any suspicion at home, or miss a phone call. I found myself empty in my house, alone. It was very depressing. I was no longer with Lance, occupied and having fun. My family was gone, no one to talk to, no one to laugh with, just deep, dark quiet. It sent me into a spiral of depression. I have no idea why. More on that at a future date.
Lance and I saw each other for a few months. I really loved him..he had a great personality, was really cute, and we seemed to click. He had a southern way about him (he was from down south). A real sweet person, a gentle man, quiet, thoughtful. He was "slow" but not retarded slow..he was careful with his words, sensitive, really calm. I found his personality rubbed off on me, making me very relaxed in his presence.
Despite our connection though, what was good for me, wasn't necessarily great for him. Lance wanted, and deserved more. He got to see me when I could get away, when my schedule permitted. When I left him, I left him alone, me running back to a busy family life and that wasn't' fair. I couldn't offer what Lance wanted, and though we still keep in touch, we had to end our relationship. It wasn't until more recently, that I would find what I really wanted. My long, hard search for the perfect match was over...or so I thought.
So, I make plans to go to this guys house to take some real professional pictures for posting on the Internet. I find out he is a shorter guy, probably around 5'6", weighs about 150, and is as gay as the the galloping gourmet (if you know who that is I suppose we were born in the same era). I mean, he's masculine and all, just gay.
When I arrive, I am pleased to see who will be photographing me. Super smile, super cute, slim and fun to talk to. Lance started taking some candid shots, which were clothed. After a few apple martinis, we started to take the nudes. It was uncomfortable for me at first, but being around him made me comfortable. He was totally professional. When I mentioned that its not easy being the object of his camera work naked, he obliged and got nude himself.
Let me say first, that a lot matters to me. I already listed my requirements in a guy and types I like. That list probably is abbreviated. But one thing that doesn't matter to me is cock size. I could really care less. I prefer cut cocks...prefer nice looking cocks...but size? It doesn't matter.
Lance, as it turned out had a smallish cock. He was very self conscience about it too. But he needn't be. He was smallish in stature, so his cock size seemed..lets say.. appropriate. Pluse, his beautiful blue eyes, slim yet toned body, and cute fucking ass made up for it. After all, when he's turned over, grabbing his pillow as I pound him, who cares what size his cock is.
That night, Lance and I did nothing more than jerk off and suck each other. But on other nights, he turned out to be a very hospitable bottom, very cute..and I still hold fondness for him. He shared my obsession for cleanliness, and showering together before, and after sex, was a ritual. To that point in my life, I could probably count on one hand how many guys I've fucked. But Lance and I made up for lost time. I learned to appreciate a good ass and having anal sex, to some extent. I would drop by Lance's on some days, but there was one time I spent with Lance in particular that was a real "ah-ha" moment.
To this point in my life, I had been with various guys and like my time with David, it was mostly jerking off and getting sucked. I had very little experience fucking a guy and never (thank god) had been fucked. I had met guys, mostly on the Internet, sometimes at various "cruising" locations like bathrooms, beaches, and porno shops, book stores. Never have I ever had anal sex with a guy from one of those places. Mostly, it was jerking off, and more than not, it was using my hand. Hope that makes sense. lol I also, started going to masseurs who advertise on the Internet, who provide "release" after the massages. Most of the time, these guys ended up not charging me for their massages, because they liked the "canvas" they were working on. Lucky me!
Well, I guess it was time to expand my experiences. I had corresponded with someone involved with a youngish private underwear/sex party. I was extremely nervous the first time I went. First off, the party was for younger guys, under 30 years of age. I at that point was probably in my mid-thirties. But, I could easily pass for under 30. To this day, I don't look my current mid-40 age.
I ended up going to this party numerous times. Most times, I was a voyeur, just looking at some hot guys, touching guys, and being involved in circle jerks. However, I was, and still am a pretty picky person. I'm not attracted to guys my age, not attracted to out of shape guys, and also prefer guys who are smooth, with cut cocks. Stupid I know.
I think my attraction is based on my high school years. If you read my previous blog entries (and I hope you have), you know that I wasn't Mr. Popular in high school, and in actuality, in elementary school either. That changed, but maybe my attraction to younger guys (however, totally legal aged, of course) is to gain acceptance from these guys that wouldn't even talk to me back then. I was, and still, am attracted to these guys. The typical type? A&F dudes. Love them. More about that in a future post.
Well, at some point, after a few years of going to these parties, maybe I've gone about 10 times, maybe 12 times. I was pretty comfortable. I became friendly with the host, and started to be known as the "straight guy at the party". I can remember one time, where a very hot guy was pursuing me, seemed my type and I ended up fucking him (safely of course). It probably was the only time I fucked a guy I didn't know. It was pretty hot. But still, I was not enamored with anal sex. I guess, you have to get past the fact that the anus is a vehicle for excrement. That's a hard fact to avoid. :) Its a constant struggle for me. Oh yea, I love a hot ass, but you have to be clean, and I have to be in the mood...and the ass has to be hot. (Did I say that yet? lol)
Anyway, I ended up stopping going to the parties. They didn't fit my lifestyle which was pretty healthy, i.e., early to bed, no drinking, safe sex. I also had to account to my wife where I was going on these late nights when I wouldn't come home until about 2am. Very unlike me.
At some point I met "Lance". I met him too on the Internet. He was a photographer and was going to take some pictures of me for posting. Little did I know, that I would fall in love with a man for the first time.
I rationalize my encounters with men while being married as not cheating. RATIONALIZE meaning..yea, of course i know its cheating. But, like the Mark McGuire and Barry Bonds home runs records, its cheating with an asteric. I have never ever cheated on my wife with another woman. I wouldn't even think of it. I have however, had many, many encounters with other men. They offer me something my wife, obviously cannot. Do I get a gold star for this? I doubt so.
However, I cannot possibly live my life without another man in it in a sexual way. I used to get very guilty in my times after being with various men. That guilt has faded away. Now, I hardly think about it. Its a secret I keep..and need to keep from everyone. OK, this is going to sound both ridiculous and scary at the same time...but, I've said before, my kids are what I live for. If it wasn't for them, maybe I wouldn't stay married..I don't know. But, I cannot, will not ruin a fabulous family life for my kids and be selfish. Yes, I am selfishly staying married to my wife out of allegiance to my kids. Its a sacrifice I make, every day, because, honestly, maybe I could be happier with another guy rather than being married. I don't know. But, for my kids sake I am sacrificing my happiness for them. I can go to my grave knowing that I did the right thing, I kept this family together, for them, and if I remain conflicted, unhappy, well, so be it. Like I said, small sacrifice.
OK, unhappiness...yea, I am. I have always been I think. When I was in high school, I wasn't the most popular, by far. I felt out of place, well, because I was different. My parents were lower middle class, and I was in a upper middle class neighborhood. Kids can be horrible if you don't wear Levis or Converse. I did have some great friends though. I still keep in touch with some. Others, I've chatted with for many years after, then, as seems to happen to friends sometimes, we just grew apart. But, I couldn't help but feel, if given a chance, I would do things differently. Well, my time was when I went to college.
When I started college, I decided, hey, nobody knows me, whether I'm cool, rich, poor, hot, athletic, etc. I'm going to do a makeover. I went to college, being who I wanted to be. I became a popular guy. The athlete, the girl magnet. It was always in me, I just was uncomfortable around those other assholes from high school to let it out. They kept it down. Now, things were different. But there lingers inside me this veil of unhappiness. Is it that I want to "come out" and be myself? I don't know. Maybe its just me..I have no idea.
What I want to talk about next is...the two great relationships I've had recently. :) (tease)
I can't really remember when I was with a man next after David. I'm sure there were a few relatively sane meetings with guys during the next few years. My feelings never really changed about men..or women. I was interested in both but really only acted sexually with women.
During graduate school, I met my wife. I'll leave out the intimate details, but suffice it to say, to this day, she is still as sweet, kind and generous as any woman I've ever met. She's a great wife, mother and friend. We married a few years after graduation and started a family thereafter. We have two great boys who are the reason for my being.
The dichotomy of family life and my bi-sexual side is a strange one. I am totally closeted. Nobody would ever know I'm into guys. I'm masculine, athletic, play sports, had a reputation as a girl-killer (in a good way). However, I'm totally into guys...love being with them, kissing them, touching them and hanging with them. I get a connection with another man that's simply different that with my wife. Its easier, more erotic and fun that with any other person could be.
However, being the baseball coach, father figure, and loving husband makes it difficult to act on these feelings. I suppose there may be alot of fathers in my situation. That is why I am writing this blog.
I also suppose there must be deep rooted reasons why I am attracted to men, beyond the hide and go seek games with my neighbors. I also believe it has consequences on my personality and my happiness with life. Let's explore...
My first time with a man, as a horny college student happened in my Freshman year. I was working in the school store and was there a few times a week. My supervisor was an Senior, tall, blond, very built and very cute. David used to visit me often..checking up on my work. Soon, I realized his visits weren't purely business-like.
David began the curious courtship buy making comments about cock size, about sex, about girls...He soon moved onto replying to my comments like "blow me" or "fuck you" with "YES" or "right now?" or "ok". It got the point of him daring me to take out my cock..and following up on my comment of "blow me". I obviously said these things after a while, knowing we were leading to a hot place.
Eventually, we would lock the door behind us in the office and drop our pants and jerk off together. He would often blow me. For a first time experience it was pretty hot. It also made me nervous as shit that someone would find out, walk in on us or something. We continued this for a few months. Mostly him servicing me, jo or sucking me. There was never any anal stuff going on and I to that point, never gave a guy oral. That didn't happen for a long time after. We'll eventually get into that story.
I remember the last time I had any interaction with David. It was the end of the year. I was at a party, got totally shit-faced. I also, totally forgot I had work that day. Eventually, I got a call from David. "Where are you? Don't you know you have to work today?" I was so buzzed that I agreed to come down to work to see him. I was so freaked that I made a friend of mine come with me. Unfortunately, it this story doesn't end in a three some of hot, sweaty, college bodies.
When I got to the building where I worked, David was visibly upset. I left my buddy downstairs as he summoned me to his office. Apparently, David had planned an extravagant send off for our last time together. He ordered pizza (OK not so extravagant, but we were college students), beer, etc. I look back now, and realize he had feelings for me beyond purely sex. He planned an intimate dinner for me, and here I was unappreciative. I was just nervous that he'd blow my cover. I left there with him upset..and me insisting I had to go. It was a bad way to leave someone who cared about you. But it was not in my abilities, relationship wise, to appreciate what was going on. I left, and never heard from him again.
I wonder what happened to "Dave". I feel bad that I treated him that way. But, I was a nervous closeted college student. Too immature to understand my feelings. All I can say is sorry Dave and thank you.
Here we go..here's some more detailed information about me. I'm a very young looking mid-40's guy. Most people think I'm in my 30's and can easily pass for that. I went to college on the east coast as well as graduate school (a smarty!). In school, I was a slut (not much has changed jjk :) ) I was known to be the guy most likely to bed down the girl. I had numerous nickname associated with my sexual proclivity, which I won't reveal, so as to remain anonymous. However, suffice it to say that I have slept with my share of women, both beautiful and not so beautiful (hey, we all get drunk don't we?)
My earliest recognition of guys was probably in my early years. When I was 6 or 7, I remember having a neighbor who was my age that we used to go into his shed and play I show you, you show me. I guess the fact that I remember that from such a young age means that it was an important act. Maybe this is the beginning of my bisexual side. Kind of kicks the asses of the "learned" proponents out there that say homosexuality is a choice. I mean, at 6, I wasn't pre-disposed to sexuality. It was something I was interested in, and something that remained an interest until this day.
As far as I can remember, in my teenage years, I also had a neighbor who used to take out his dick and show me it. I don't believe any touching was involved. All this action makes you want to be my neighbor, no? Won't you be mine? (for those of you who don't recognize this reference, your probably too young to remember Mister Rodgers) I also had a friend in high school who I assume was straight, but we engaged in lets say, touching. He would stick his hand down my pants, and I down his. It was quick, unfulfilling, but at the time, quite exciting. I remember jerking off to pictures of guys...in underwear catalogs, or in Playboy or Penthouse. I remember I had a few select issues that had guys in them, as supporting characters. They were showing bare asses, or side cock pics. Back then, that was sufficient for jerk-off material.
This is my first post to my new blog. I'm new at this blogging thing, and probably will have some issues to work out. Help me out and give me some tips if you'd like. Otherwise, follow this blog to see it take off!
Ok, so first the introductions and guidelines here:
I am a masculine, white guy living in a suburb of New York. I am a young married dad of two, living, working and playing in New York. I'm very active: workout, bike, play sports, etc. I like to try and do something every day. So, I work out 5 times a week, bike and play sports on weekends. I try and eat good food, can't remember the last time I had McDonalds, etc., and people tell me I look much younger than my actual age. You'll find out more about me, my life (although I will keep this very discreet to protect my anonymity) my family, and my love life both with women and men on my blog. Some of it may be pretty revealing, odd, funny, heart-wrenching, but I hope at all times entertaining.
I hope to gain readers like me, who are closeted and living a double life. It isn't easy. Maybe support from my fellow BI guys will help me and in turn help you. I encourage your comments and pictures (YES! There will be pictures) and at all times will uphold your request for discretion.
So, here I am..another anniversary on Bi Like ME. Is it possible? Has it been 2 years? As I've always said, I never made this blog with the intention of gaining notoriety, gaining readers, or making money. But, it has brought me a lot of blog "buddies" - people I consider some of my closest confidants.
When I started..believe me, I had no idea what I was doing. Through help of some fellow bloggers, and research online, I became pretty good at it. I've changed templates, formats, added new things...and I'm kinda proud of what I've accomplished.
I also very much look forward to starting my days with the blog..I usually come in, read my post of the day (yes! even I'm a reader) to check for grammar mistakes and spelling errors (but even I miss some..and thanks to some of my readers..they get pointed out for me - don't you have something better to do?). Then, I check out some of my fellow bloggers and write some entries that I will post in the future.
Daily, I am receiving comments and emails from my readers. Most get published - and a few - get tossed. All in all, my readers are understanding, sympathetic and supportive.
Thanks again to all that read my blog and add to it everyday!
I thought on this anniversary week I would revisit some of my first posts (with some new pics). So enjoy the read over the next few days.
When I got back to my office that night, I emailed Kevin and told him what a great time I had hanging with him and that I thought he was a total hottie. I also playfully asked if I measured up and was worthy of another meeting.
Over the weekend, I chatted a little with Kevin online, but basically he was busy as was I, and we agreed to chat more on Monday. On Monday, he chats me on Grindr and after some idol weekend talk, asks if we're gonna hang out again?
"Absolutely!" I respond. "I hope so!"
Hope I wasn't too enthusiastic, but, this guy is just too good to give up so quickly. He's incredibly hot, could be a model, clean, seems normal, and an incredible fuck and great kisser. What more can I ask for?
Monday he was at school all day, but he seemed pretty enthusiastic himself about meeting again. He told me that tomorrow he should be available some for us to hang.
I'll keep you guys up to date! Hopefully this isn't an Epilogue, but the beginning of something more regular.
Kevin turns and grabs some lube and a condom. He lays on his back as I put on the condom, lube up my cock and fingers and place a finger in his waiting ass. He's tight, and my finger pops in and squeezes out. I then get my cock and slowly push it in. He mentions that he hasn't been fucked in a long time and we take it slow. Then we switch, to make things easier with him on top and me on my back. He guides me in and we're kissing, fucking slowly. Then he grabs me, and turns so again I'm on top of him.
It was very hot, and he was obviously past the pain and quite into the pleasure as was I. Again, he mentions that he's going to cum soon so I pull out and take off my condom and again lay next to him as we're jerking off. We're both real close, and he says he wants to taste my cum. I'm pumping my cock and I'm ready to cum, I tell him as he leans down as I shoot loads of hot cum on his face and mouth. He also cums a second later.
After we wiped up, we chatted a little more. I had very little time, and wanted to just lay there with him..all day if I could and he seemed very comfortable with me too.
Eventually, I had to go, so we got dressed and he walks me to the door.
"You're very hot." I hope we can do this again" I tell him.
"You too, and yes, we'll defintiely talk" he responds.
So, I'm headed over to this guys house and I call him, as we had planned when I got there and "Kevin" comes down to open the door. He's wearing basketball shorts and a white-wife beater. Now, there's nothing hotter than a hot guy in a white wife-beater as far as I'm concerned and this guy wasn't hot...he was freaking steaming, burning hot!
I follow him upstairs to his messy room and he apologizes. We turn to each other in front of his bed and are making some small talk. I brush my hand over his shoulder at some point and he grabs my other hand - to hold it. I then lean in and make my move...and he responds with a hot, tongue-flittering kiss.
He takes off his wife-beater and pulls my shirt out of my pants and unbuttons it, pulls my shirt and my wife-beater off too. I switch positions to sit on the bed as I place my hands on his incredibly smooth chest and make my way down his torso to his flat stomach and tug at his shorts. As I sit, I pull his shorts down and reveal some cute underwear, which I pull down and begin gently sucking his hardened cock. He must have been pretty excited because I can already taste his cum in my mouth.
Kevin pushes me back on the bed, takes off my pants and begins sucking my cock. Eventually, I pull him up on top of me, face to face, as we make out some more..some great, hot kissing. Intermittently, I stop..ask him about him..what he's doing (in college), what he's studying, and why he doesn't have a million boyfriends. We continue kissing and when I'm jerking him off, he stops saying he's going to cum too soon (that's nice for a change!).
He then focuses the attention on me and sucks me some more. I again pull him up and get into position to jerk off while holding him close, arm around his waist, grabbing his ass and our legs are weaved together. Kevin asks if I'm planning on fucking him.
"Well, I was hoping to save that." I say.
"Save it? he chuckles. "Save it for what?"
"Save it for next time...I'm hoping there will be a next time." I say.
"Well, who says there isn't?" he says. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
"Oh yea" I say..
You guys would never believe me if I told you I don't actually go searching online for young guys. I mean, I love younger guys..but I think my whole episode, or love affair with Ross had soured me on actually having relationships with young, young guys..say under 25. So, I had made quite the attempt at trying to find an older guy to hang with. Maybe late 20's, early 30's. I can't help my attractions. I am attracted to young guys (I guess most of us can say that) but, usually these days, I'm not the pursuer of them.
I actually hate the "Daddy" moniker..I don't consider myself anyone's "Daddy" other than my children. But, I suppose there are those younger guys out there who are attracted to older guys.
I told you I was on Grindr, and have had very little success at it. I saw a young guy on there that lives close to me. I sent him a compliment, just saying "nice" to his pic. He was 20 years old, 5'11", 165 pounds, with a 31 waist with a smooth swimmer's build. He had brown hair, and his pic showed his long, lean, smooth body with a tattoo peaking out from below his jeans on his hip. While he totally looked Asian, he is listed as Latino.
He asks me for my face pic and I send one. It's not a great pic, because I obviously can't show my full face online. So, that was it...no answer...and I just left it at that.
Then about an hour later I get an email on Adam. The guy has no pics, which usually gets a no response, but he writes that it looks like he "fits the profile of what I'm looking for" so I respond. He ends up emailing me 5 or 6 "G" rated pics, in underwear, wife-beaters, etc. and each one is hotter than the one before. But, it's also obvious that it's the same guy that I had previously IMed on Grindr. I email him pics back and he mentions it in his next email. I send him a full face pic which I just had cropped and downloaded. He now is convinced I'm the real deal and likes what he sees.
He lives with his parents very close by. We chat some more and he tells me that he can host usually during days between 4 and 7pm. I look at my watch and it's 4:30pm and I have a 6:30pm appointment. I mention that we could meet today if we're quick, or we can do it another day.
"You want to come now?" he asks.
"Yea, but, we'd have to be quick, I have a 6:30 appointment."
"OK, well that's enough time for a blow job, isn't it?" he says
"Sure, and if we're quick even more" I add.
"OK, I'm going to jump in the shower, come now." he says
Well, I guess it's a first. My first Grindr hookup. Wish I could say it was hot, amazing, and resulting in a long term kinda deal..but, it's not, wasn't, and definitely won't.
On Grindr, most guys seem to be the same guys on the other sites. It is convenient that you can see distances, but, I thought that would encourage more hook-ups, and quick ones at that. What I've found is that guys are just like everywhere else - all talk and no action, for the most part.
One guy I've chatted with lives very close to me. First time I chatted with him, he sent me a message saying "Come fuck me". When I asked when, or was trying work out something he wanted it "NOW! OK, well Now doesn't work for me at this moment, how about tomorrow morning? "NOW!" he insists. OK., later!
The next time I chatted with him, he again said he was horny and wanted to fuck "NOW!" Jesus, this guy's just way too demanding! This time I was at work, about 5 miles away, and again, it just didn't work.
Finally, one day I was driving by the beach on the way home enjoying the beautiful day. I get a message on Grindr that someone else sends me, and it says he's really close by. "Want to hang?" I ask? No place, of course. But, he tells me of a nearby bathroom that we can hang in..very quiet and discreet. While I usually don't enjoy bathroom scenes, car scenes or motel scenes, I was horny, so this time I agreed.
I end up meeting him at the bathroom, walk in and see him standing at the urinal. I check to make sure that nobody was in the bathroom and take out my cock. He already has his cock out, he's Indian (from India, not with a head-dress Indian) and he's uncut. He's pulling his foreskin over his cock head as he's jerking off. This isn't as hot as I would have hoped. He turns and grabs my cock as I'm blowing my load and he also unloads.
I turn and wash up as he leaves. This is one hookup I won't want to duplicate.
After all this time, I've decided to be discriminating on who I list in my blog roll. So, there are obviously some definite "no-no's": blogs that post or promote under-aged or illegal activities and those that I find repulsive. Blogs that are clearly "advertisements" or have pop-ups will also be deleted.
Also, I'm trying to keep the more active, established blogs and also those that generate some sort of traffic volume or even those that are great reads. If you're one of these, please send me an email to swap blogs.
Otherwise, those that do not post on a regular basis will find that they may be removed without notice. If you're not dedicated to your blog and readers, why should I be dedicated to you?
All that being said, I have no problem with you adding me to your blog roll. Hey, you never know..maybe I'll see some uptick in traffic and add you myself!