Hump Day: Danny

• Name: Danny
• Location: Cape Town, South Africa
• Country: South Africa
• Age: 20
• Gender: Male
• Height: 5'11" (180 cm)
• Weight: 160 lbs (73 kg)

Don't Cry for Me

Yes, I guess I have a past. But some of it is good.

This guy I met years ago..I can't remember exactly where..but it was probably MH, or CL..or some other stupid website with initials. Anyway, this guy was very, very hot. We hung out a few times..and had some great sex. We also really got along.  But I had issues with my relationship at the time..(Ross) and he had a girlfriend at some point which also was on the rocks. (Argentina: Muy Caliente).

A month or so ago, he emails me, just to say hi. He was thinking about me and he and his girl were again, on the rocks. Anyway, he disappeared until this week, when he writes me to say he's single.  I responded: "Single? Oh no you're not! Your mine!"

He laughed at that and hopefully we'll meet soon.

View from The Rear

Often, it seems that guys in my area are from out of town, staying at a fancy hotel in the area. They're typically flight attendants from the UK. I've often chatted with them on Grindr.

On this particular day, some guy chats me and says he's staying at this posh hotel..and he's from the UK. He sends me a slew of hot pics. His ass is just amazing.  He invites me over and tells me to just come up to his room - #602. I tell him I don't just walk into strangers rooms..cause you never know what you're walking into. Maybe it's someone else's room..maybe the guy is a freak. I'd rather chat on the phone or meet in the lobby first.

I arrive at the hotel and enter the lobby.  It's decorated beautifully and I tell him I'm waiting by the hotel store. He tells me he's just "waiting for the lift" and he'll meet me.  I watch as the elevator goes up to the 6th floor, stops, and starts it's way down to the lobby.  The door opens and ..out walks this guy. He's short..I mean, not fidget, midget short..but pretty short - and that's OK. But,. he's kinda "plastic" looking. His face at least. It's kind of hard to describe..anyway..we return to his floor and enter his room.

I walk around the room. It's got two queen sized beds with big white fluffy comforters. I look out the window and it overlooks the gardens and the pool. Nice that a job provides such comforts I tell him.  This is no "Hotel 6".

He lays down on the bed and I pull off my shirt. I tell him we have to be quick as I am expected back at work shortly. He pulls off his shirt, kneels next to me and kisses me. His thick tongue enters my mouth..my chin, my lips..I mean..like this guy is all over my face. Gross!

He takes off his shorts and he's not wearing any underwear. He turns over to show me that hot little ass..yes, it was as billed. I take off my shorts, underwear and he sucks my cock until I'm hard.  He again turns over, and pulls out a condom and lube and I put on the condom while he lubes his ass.

I put my cock at his asshole and push gently. He groans and tells me "please be gentle."  I comply and soon I'm in his tight little ass. He tries to turn his head to kiss me but I nuzzle his neck trying to avoid the torture of the tongue again.

His ass is really very nice..very small, very tight..and while I'm looking down as I'm fucking him, I'm thinking "maybe I'll hang a little and do this ass twice."  Soon, I'm blowing my load in the condom and falling on top of him.

"Hot" he says.
"Yea..sorry I have to run." I reply.

I hit the bathroom and wash up. He gets dressed and thanks me again, telling me he's often in the area because of his airline.

I was really horny..and it's been a long time since I've fucked someone. Nice to get a room with a view.

Frat Star Fridays!: I Don't Have Any Cool Stories :(

My name is Frat Star, and this is my personal column at BiLikeMe. You can find my other blog here. If you'd like to drop me a line, you can reach me at wsa215@gmail.com

Seriously. I don't have a Ross, the oh-so-infamous boyfriend of BLM, nor do I hookup at the moment as all of you very well know. Sometimes I find it ironic that BLM is the wild and crazy one, and I'm the prudish colleague. An interesting fact about this may have to due with our parents' ages, which may explain their styles and what they passed off to their kids. Even though I'm a senior in college, our folks are the same age. BLM is having sex in parking lots, hotel rooms, and in all kinds of different places across the world while I'm sitting "thesis-ing" in the library. I don't really have any exciting stories for you.

Except one.

I realized that my biggest issue in writing for this blog so far is that I don't give you any sexual stories, and that's probably due to one problem in particular: I'm not having any sex. However, I can tell you a little about the first time that I did hookup.

My next door neighbor was a nice kid, and a couple years older than me. He went to a different school and our parents were friendly, although quite distant towards one another. His folks, Mr. and Mrs. Bloggs, had moved in about two years before we first hooked up. They replaced a very old couple that I had lived next to for as long as I could remember. The old neighbors had one of those absolutely magical relationships, where you could see they lived for one another. They loved the children in the building, too. Each Christmas brought amazing sugar cookies, and on every Halloween night like clockwork, Mr. Jones (this was, in fact, his last name) snuck me extra lindt truffles that I greedily gobbled down like a pig. The new neighbors, however, were everything that Mr. and Mrs. Jones were not.

Once they moved in, there were no more cookies or holiday-related treats. Their apartment didn't smell or look well-worn from years of love, four kids and innumerable grandchildren who often came to visit. As a matter of fact, their place didn't have anything that exuded a life at all. It was sterile, like a hospital. White walls, no trim, no mouldings, few paintings and lots of African masks -- undoubtedly to demonstrate how "ethnic friendly" they were to the world (they weren't). They were distinctly different from the Jones, and I hated them from the start. However, they did have one thing going for them that made me perk up: they had a son, Matt.

Matt went to a different school than mine, a country day school in the neighborhood he grew up in. It had a reputation for being simultaneously athletic, but also very cold. Those kids never laughed in class. Everyone swore like sailors. They also lived for sports and had one of the few football teams in the region. Matt wasn't on it but he was, like me, a lacrosse player as I gathered from the half dozen sticks and stank-ass, unwashed athletic gear in his room one day during a poorly-attended house warming party to which everyone in the building was invited on a lazy weekend. I hadn't met him yet, but I expected this kid to be a gigantic tool. And... he wasn't.

He was actually really cool, although his bedroom was still a fucking mess.

Matt was cocky, and I instantly liked him. In many ways, he's the prototype of the guy that I actually look for. When I first met him though, it was awkward. The building was largely furious at their year-long renovation process and contractors who had skipped the rules. At one point, a contractor had accidentally broken into my father's bathroom, and for the next week he had to live with a two-by-two foot hole until things were patched back up. Literally and figuratively. His folks just weren't community oriented, and it showed both in their actions, demeanor, and their kid. Matt was largely ignored by his parents, who raised their two sons to be a trophies. This also meant that Matt absolutely hated his parents and took his aggression out in unhealthy ways. There was heavy drinking and partying, but also a heavy dedication to his work life. Instead of going home, he went to the gym, and if his folks were still up to the library.

We bonded slowly. At first, it was just a few head tits in the hallway acknowledging each other since he was so much older and, by older, I mean he was three years older than me. That age gap initially kept us from talking much because I was a middle schooler while he was a high school sophomore. Then, as time tends to do, a year flew by rather quickly. The Jones' were a distant memory, and the Bloggs' were now the past, present and future of our hallway. They quickly adapted to their new surroundings, and arranged a transfer for Matt from his school in the suburbs to one in the city. Following my parents' lead, they chose my new high school where we'd both be starting fresh. Going to school together became inevitable, and had we not been on the same class schedule, in the same building, and carpooling together we wouldn't have noticed each other at all.

Life, ironically, is serendipitous. You can't choose who you love, or when you love someone, or who you even crush on. That is the most sure proof of the existence of fate. I was never in love with Matt, but he could easily have been replaced by someone else. Weird, no?

One of the more exciting events of the year was spring sports. I was too busy in the fall and winter to play anything, but for some reason spring was an exception: I suppose my parents figured that I had been playing lacrosse for so long that it'd be cruel to ask me to study through the team practices. JV began practice a week later than the varsity. My earliest memory of this time was one of severe stress: for some reason even though we were so young, everyone was so stressed out. There was a universal expectation of success. College was only four years away, but every freshman began taking SAT prep examinations. By the time we were 14 or 15, we became little men. Throughout this whole adjustment process, I took Matt's lead. When I didn't know what to say, he nudged me. He fed me jokes. He introduced me to girls. Actually, that was Matt's biggest thing: girls. He roped them in like an underage Tucker Max, which honestly makes this story sometimes even more surreal.

Matt's biggest introduction to my life was alcohol. His mother was a borderline alcoholic, and as high school life virtually revolves upon getting fucked up, he was a naturally popular kid. The Bloggs' spent most weekends upstate so Matt was able to rage in town. One weekend, my folks also left town so I hit Matt up so I didn't have to crash by myself. With the hallway vacant and my apartment locked up, we could make all the noise we wanted without interruption.

This was a poor decision on behalf of every party. Hardly ten minutes after my folks left, there were twenty kids who appeared almost instantly with red solo cups. Matt was now in his element.

"Yo is that kid on the JV?" someone asked.
"Yeah, he's mad chill. Crashing in the guest room, I'm lookin after him. Yo!" he called to me, "Bro, bro... this is Frat Star. He's the chillest little dude and he can mack on biddies."
"Oh, forreal. Whatsup dude. Wanna take a shot?"
"Uh. Sure?" I looked at Matt. Fuck, what should I say? "And you too, pussy." They laughed.
"Matt, you are a pussy! Preach, Frosh, preach! Frosh is trying to do it up! More shots!"

From there on, it was a haze of alcohol. I remember flip cup on the dining room table, and being taught drink proportions. At one point, I had to find a bathroom but every toilet was full. Matt led me into his bedroom where he produced two empty water bottles out of the trash can. "You know what to do." He motioned into a corner on the same side of the wall. There was a rustling of jeans and the unbuckling of belts, followed by the sound of piss hitting plastic.

"Damn, I really needed to piss. I'm so gone, man." I was probably slurring my words like mad.
"Yeah dude, its those girls from [a girl's school] who keep hoggin' up the place. Whatever, Jenny's probably going to blow me."

She didn't. He was far too brash even for a 17 year old girl, and she instead retreated. I noticed with some pleasure that Matt's game was simple: it was a numbers game. Hit on as many girls as humanly possible and show them you're the shit. Then try and get a blowjob. If she's down, date her... again for the blowjobs. It was almost a racket that the team was trying to perpetuate. Couples split up and made out on couches as people drank. Those who knew they were getting pussy occupied bathrooms or left entirely. By one o'clock in the morning, there was nothing except for liquor bottles and solo cups.

"Fuckin sluts," he growled.
"Fuckin sluts!" I yelled, a little too enthusiastically, having enjoyed the party a little too much.
"I just wanted a fucking blowjob, bro. Got major blueballs now." He cupped his dick at he hopped onto one of two couches facing one another and kicked off his shoes. I followed his lead. Like every 16 year old boy, he put one hand down his shorts while exploring with a clicker. "The fuck is with Robin Byrd?"
"Oh, I just order the good shit once a week on the TV in my bedroom. My stepmom doesn't check the bill or anything," I said casually. "But my place is locked up."
"Well, you have a guest room, right?" He perked the fuck up at that news.
"Yeah." I still didn't follow.
"Is it cool if I watch for a few minutes then go back home?" Now he looked nervous. That's an all too-obvious suggestion.
"I could probably get the key from downstairs... plus we have food in the fridge. Wait here though, otherwise no one's gonna fall for it. You get in way too much trouble." I ran downstairs, undoubtedly wreaking of alcohol, with the excuse that I'd left my non-existent medication in my bedroom. Coming up with the elevator, I had a feeling about what would happen. He's probably going to put some pillows up to block the view and jack off, I thought. For some reason, doing something actually gay hadn't occurred to me yet.

When I got back up, he was waiting in the small hall that divided our two apartments in mesh shorts and a t-shirt. We laughed about the entire night as I opened my front door. We bee-lined it to the fridge, grabbed some shit, plated it, and headed to my room. "Hold up man, I just need to change, gimme a sec," I told him while closing the door.

"No, bro, it's cool, we're both guys." If you're bi or gay and reading this, these are famous last words. This sentence virtually guarantees that the guy you're dealing with is into dudes. I shucked my clothes and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and put some athletic shorts over them. "Let's see this good shit bro... mind if I choose?" He jumped onto the other twin bed.

"Go ahead." I said timidly. I put a pillow blocking his view of my dick preemptively, and he followed my move. "Uh... what do you want to watch?" Matt picked something random that contained three small movies into one.

"Fuck, look at those bitches go at it! Damn." He put his hand down his pants and adjusted his cock. Instead of uptucking it, he pulled up his waistband and let it stick up. We chatted about girls and sex. I'd gotten my first real blowjob earlier that summer, so I bragged about that to him. "These beds are too damn small, we're both guys, and chicks dig our shit. Is it cool if I just drop this pillow?" Before I could respond, it hit the floor.

"Some of this stuff is weird. Fast-forward to the good parts, man." I became a little bolder. The next scene featured a girl blowing a guy with a gigantic dick. "I'm not that big," I joked, "but I'm pretty huge." Matt called me out, saying he had the bigger piece. "Well, we're both guys, right? Bet you can't beat my seven-and-a-half," I shot back. This would become my adult size, but I was nowhere near that at that age. "Stand up, let's compare then."

"Aight," Matt said, "but we can't tell anyone about this. This is our secret." I was on board. As I stood up, I got nervous. I'd never really compared this closely with another guy before, and I was so hard I was shivering. "Drop em, man." I did, and he followed. Matt's dick seemed huge at the time, and he was absolutely bigger than me. We stood next to each other and continued to watch porn while stroking until a blonde got on her knees to absorb her partner's dick. "I could still really use a blowjob." He looked at me.

"No way."

It took another ten minutes of convincing, and his rule was that the guy with the smaller dick went first. "Plus, I know you're trying to hit up more upperclassman parties. Help a brother out." I was going to suck my first dick. He was pretty gentle. He rubbed my shoulders, he played with my hair, but he yelled at me to pull off before he came too fast. I was more aggressive, but he told him to chill and he complied. As he was blowing me, I felt my balls tighten. I pulled off and we jerked off into our hands. "Fuck, that was great," he sighed. I wasn't as impressed. I just felt dirty. And shame.

The next two days were awkward. When you first start fucking around with guys, you do feel a certain guilt. That'll fade away with time. We fucked around a few more times over the next year, but that stopped once Matt hit senior year and then began making plans for college in Texas. "You know what they say about Texas..." I told him once I heard of his admissions choice.

"Don't even start."

We fucked around one last time after my freshman year of high school. I was then a sophomore in college, and Matt was home for Christmas break. He lived in Dallas, and had a girlfriend that was a smokeshow. He got his blonde girl. We went out for drinks with my fake and asked me about college life. "Hold up Matt, I have to piss." He joined, and as we walked to the bathroom it was already obvious what was about to happen. "You have a hotel room, right?"

"Yeah."

This time, he sucked first. Bet he regretted making up that rule.

Role Reversal (V)

Hump Day: Alejandro

• Name: Alejandro
• Location: Miami, FL
• Country: United States
• Age: 18
• Gender: Male
• Height: 5'10" (177 cm)
• Weight: 150 lbs (68 kg)

New Situ-Asian

I saw this profile on Grindr and the body was just amazing. I chat him and say hello. He seemed pretty close to me, so you never know. He responds that he's heading to a gym near me after leaving work early. We chat a little more and he sends me some nice pics.

"Why don't you come meet me at the gym? he asks.
"Well, I could, it really is just a few block from me. But, I did work out already today." I respond
"Well, at least I could check you out in the steam room." He says.

So, I jump in my car and meet him in the parking lot. We walk in, and he hands the girl at the desk his card and a guest pass for me. We head to the locker and he immediately gets undressed..getting ready for the shower.

"I thought we're working out?" I ask.
He laughs. "I thought you were just here for the steam room" as he gets dressed again.

It did give me a second to look at his body. He's Asian..and has a lean, very tight and toned body. You can see the definition in his abs, his arms and he has a small, in shape little butt too.


We head out to the gym floor and we kind of head out separate ways. I'm working a little on the machines, he's using the free weights and every so often we get together and talk. We match notes on working out and talk about our jobs. He's also a professional and has a great sounding job. Although he's working out at the gym near me, he lives about 20 minutes away..

After about 45 minutes of working out and talking, we do indeed head to the locker room again. He again undresses and so do I. Then we enter the steam room where we both sit down and again, talk, while we're obviously also checking each others bodies out.

I find out he lives with a boyfriend, who is also Asian.

"What would your boyfriend say if he knew you were here with me?" I ask.
"He'd say "Let's play!" he responds and laughs.
"Oh, so, you guys are looking for a third I guess."
"Yea, I defintiely think he'd be into you." he says.

After a few minutes of chit-chat, we both head to the showers to cool off, then to the sauna.  It also was empty on this quiet day.  I briefly brush his chest with my hand complimenting him on his taut tight chest. He does likewise, commenting on my body and amazing, dark tan. He leans in and gives me a great, light kiss and our tongues flicker in each others mouths. Soon, we're also grabbing each others cocks and I'm checking out and rubbing his hot little ass under his towel.


Again, it's getting hot, and we head to our mutual showers, which were located next to each other. As we're washing up to leave, he boldly pulls aside my shower curtain and enters my shower stall. I'm shocked and whisper "you can't do this!" as he rubs my body and kisses me. Again, I say "you can't do this!" as I grab his ass and kiss him back. But, his visit was brief and he returns to his stall.

We get dressed and exchange emails outside. Over the weekend, we also exchange a few emails back and forth.

Maybe this is the type of situ-Asian I could get used to.

Bosom Buddies

I spoke to this guy on Grindr the other day. Pic is pretty nice.seems like a nice guy. 5'11", 180, lean to muscular. Some hair on his chest. He's looking for a regular buddy, likes the fact that I'm married and is willing to be my "go to guy" whenever I need it.

The next day, on my way to work, he chats me, asks where I am and what I'm doing. Next thing I know, I'm on my way there for a morning quickie. In his chats, he's mentioned that he loves his nipples played with..and that's cool with me. Also, he's totally into bottoming, but..he tells me "not on the first date". I'm cool with that. I like an old fashioned type of guy ;)

I get there, his apartment is small but nice, clean and decorated nicely. He's in his underwear, no shirt. Nice chest, a bit hairy, and a nice body.  We hug, kiss, and I slide my hand beneath his underwear to feel his nice, firm ass..and it really is firm and nice!

He guides me over to the bed, slides my pants and underwear down and gets on his knees and begins working on my cock, sucking away. I reach down with one hand and grab his chest, brushing his erect nipples..

Now these nipples were..lets say..big- like...not pencil eraser big..BIGGER - LONGER! It was OK..I remember Ross used to like his nipples played with, but, his were uh, normal sized. This guy was super-sized.

Well, he continues to suck and I continue to play with his nipples, tugging..rolling..and he takes my other hand and places it on his other nipple..apparently to encourage me to play with both at the same time. Good thing I'm ambidextrous!

I pull him up to me onto the bed, where we're now laying. He lays next to me and  we're jerking each other off..I'm playing with his ass...I'm rubbing those inch-sized nips...he's moaning...

He sees I'm close to cumming and says "shoot in my mouth" which I do. Then back to nips and jerking..and he unloads on his chest.


The guy's nice. I like the fact that although he was "tempted" that he said he didn't want to fuck on the first date. He's masculine...excellent body...professional..clean....


He's nice.. normal.. clean.. safe.. professional.. masculine.. but those nipples! I don't know that I'm like totally into these long sticks on his chest...

I guess I'll have to give it time. At least until a second date!

Frat Star Fridays! Beyond College

Hey, my name's Frat Star and I write a weekly column here for BiLikeMe. Want to know a little bit more about me?

• My personality is so magnetic, that I am unable to carry credit cards
• Even my enemies list me as their emergency contacts
• When I was six I created a city made of blocks. Now, over 600,000 people live and work there.

You can send comments, questions and the invariable complaints to wsa215@gmail.com

Hell yeah, sexy dudes in suits!

Edit: Just realized how cliche it is for a gay dude to want to move to San Francisco


In May, I'll finally get my long awaited undergraduate diploma and I am so fucking psyched. Now, however, I have the unenviable task of finding out what I want to do after school. I've always really enjoyed working -- far more than I've ever enjoyed school to be frank -- but it's a tough job market. A lot of kids that I know at my school who are a fuckload smarter than me have so far come up with almost nothing, and I never stop being surprised at how shit it's out there. I'm getting nervous about my future.


I think part of this is due to the fact that the path that I've chosen in order to find someone is awfully difficult. I don't really want to go to a gay club, because as I've mentioned before I just feel that it's not my thing. I actually got in touch with the LGBT group on campus last week, and I was horrified to find out that their primary activity consists of knitting several times a week. Knitting? Seriously bro, knitting is the number most lame thing on the planet and I'd rather cut my dick off than dabble in that. Like, I don't even understand how the fuck knitting is supposed to bring people together and isn't that supposed to be the goal of one of these groups? Anyway, it's something that always lingers in the back of my mind.

However, I am distinctly terrified of Justin Bieber

I think that everyone has a group of central fears. A lot of people say that they're scared of aging or dying... I don't really find that intimidating. There's something very distinguished that comes with age, and for whatever reason I've seen a load of my own family members pass with incredible dignity. Nor am I afraid of stupid things like snakes. It's a fucking snake. If it comes near you, run the fuck away or kill it. Game over. Fucking snakes. However, what I suppose I am afraid of is being alone. I actually loathe being alone in general, which I suppose is why I take great pains to be very active on campus.


I was reading an article about being older and single the other day in the Washington Post that was forwarded to me by a friend. I had never considered this possibility before, and it's quite daunting. I'm sure this is a complete overreaction: there's no logical reason why I shouldn't end up with someone and I feel that I'm illogically freaking out. Do you ever have that sensation? You kind of go nuts over something that, really, is completely unnecessary to freak out about and you even realize that? I hate that.

Tangential (but makes sense, read below): Chaaaaarrrlllliiiiieeeee

For example, take my latest fling: a nice guy who lived at the college down the road from mine. I thought he was really legit. I met this kid through this one girl who's a friend of mine. I asked her to help hook me up and she told me about this kid, Charlie. I initially thought he was effeminate, so I wasn't too thrilled, but once I was basically told that he was just a well-dressed European I decided to give it a shot. I also have a rule: go on every date that's offered to you because you never know what'll happen. He didn't text me for about three weeks after she gave him my information, but I wasn't too bummed because I wasn't that interested for all the reasons I mentioned. During break, he texted me asking to get together but as I was home I couldn't make it and, during the one week I was back, he was with his little brother in California on vacation. We finally made plans to meet up the following week, but then both of us were simultaneously crushed with schoolwork. On the appointed day, he flaked on me for lunch so I was moderately pissed but he texted me in the evening apologizing asking me if we could still meet up. I told him yes. He did text me back apologizing again because he lost his wallet and he asked me if I could cover him. "Great," I thought, "now he's a deadbeat and flaky."


I cleaned up my whole apartment, making sure that everything was in place before he came through because I knew he was a little bit of a clean freak and I figured I should give this a shot. After he finished dinner with his fraternity brothers nearby, he walked over and I decided to go get some little cookies and shit like that for us to eat so that we didn't just have only beer. As I'm walking back from the grocery store across the street from my dorm, I see this really hot guy on the street and I kind of walk closer to him to check out his banging ass. As I get closer, I realize: "Oh, holy shit, it's Charlie!"
I walked behind him and the only thing I could think is, "Fuck, this guy is so cute." I caught him downstairs as he accidentally passed the entrance to my dorm -- it's set in a courtyard so it's kind of hard to see -- and as we went upstairs I was quite nervous. He sits on the couch across from me and I must have looked really anxious because I really wanted this guy to like me. We're chatting and whenever there's silence and I don't quite know what to talk about, he pipes up and kind of saves me from tripping on my own words so I was very happy about that. Since he doesn't have his wallet, and therefore doesn't have his ID, I tell him that we should go to this bar called that I know we can sneak into. There's this 87 year old waitress that's totally enamored with me because I make a point out of saying hello to her every time I see her -- I loathe it when people aren't nice to their elders -- so we got a table the moment we walked in and she brought us beer on the house without carding us. By that time, it was kind of obvious that we were on a gay date by the way we were looking at each other so things worked out very well and I thought it was very cool that she was a part of it!
Anyway, we head back to my place because we want to watch a movie and I sit down on the couch across from him. As we're selecting, I decide to watch my favorite movie (The Thomas Crown Affair) and I decide to just make a leap of faith and sit next to him. Long story short, we didn't see much of the movie because I straddled him about 20 minutes into it and then I took his hand and led him into my bedroom. It was all really civilized and innocent, just kissing, because I told him that I have a "no hands below the belt" rule for the first three dates. He was actually really relieved that I didn't expect sex, because he's also super discriminate about his body. We made out and then I walked him to the parking lot.

The next day, I went over to his fraternity and I met a lot of his brothers in the TV room. It was really cold but he knows that I like long walks, so we went out to the river and made out on this pier. After we went back and I noticed that this one kid shot me a dirty fucking look. We went back up to his room to watch a movie, Colombiana, on his bed and I asked him if he had openly gay brothers in his house. He replied that he was the only one and asked me why. I told him that it was all too obvious that the kid was gay. Charlie got so cute and nervous and upset because it was so obvious that the kid had a crush on him... but he was into me (haha, fuck you bro). We made out and then the next day we went to church together and then we went and had brunch but then things came to an abrupt halt.


He had to leave for a Christian conference (whatsup with Catholic gay bros and these conferences?) and then afterwards he started making weird noises.
I rang him. "Hey, what are you up to today?"


"Oh, well, sorry man but my fraternity's having cleaning day today. You know, everyone comes in and does as many projects as they possibly can?" He spoke excitedly, as if cleaning day was Christmas.
"Isn't that what pledges are for?"
"We don't have any yet."

What do you mean by "we have no pledges?"

Long story short, I eventually realized that going to church with him was a nice way of suggesting that we should be friends. God, kids in New England are so strange... whatever, his loss. I just can't get dejected, because I've been openly gay for all of like two minutes so... I guess I've actually done pretty well so far.
I've decided therefore to start changing shit up a little bit. I'm slowly perusing jobs on the West Coast, specifically somewhere in the Bay Area because I never really liked Los Angeles. I'm weird, I know. Just never connected with LA for some reason. I think it's because they don't have seasons, just warm and warmer. There's also a lack of substance in Los Angeles that's always made me feel so fake, even as a tourist, and I just can't connect with the people out there. I have two buddies that I know of living out there right now who love it, but I kind of enjoy not driving absolutely everywhere right now so... naaaaaa
Either way, we'll see how things end up. I'm sure I'll land on my feet, like always.

Finally, I get a shitload of spam, but thanks for the love everyone!

Not Gay (V)

Hump Day: Derek

• Name: DEREK
• Location: Springfield, MA
• Country: United States
• Gender/Age: Male/ 23
• Height: 6' (182 cm)
• Weight: 195 lbs (88 kg)

Happy V Day!

For some of us, this day is full of fun, frolicking and fucking. Valentine's Day is for lovers..or people in love.

For those of you who feel left out..consider yourself a member of the club..because here..at Bi Like Me, YOUR LOVED!

 

Reader Letter

Another reader asks for advice:

hello.

i stumbled across your blog by accident, and since then ive read some of your posts. i find theyre very thought-provoking, and while my situation isnt exactly like yours, im happy that i found this blog. theres no one i can turn to about my bi-ness, but at least now through you i can learn a few lessons on what and what not to do.

i dont agree 100% with what your doing. i personally think you wont be able to hide 'it' forever and eventually its going to come back and bite. but thats your personal decision. you have your views, i have mine.

I have a question. 

im a 15 year old male. (did you know you have readers that young?) my name is XXXXXXX
as a kid in high school i may look normal, but underneath im a huge mess of emotions and tangled thoughts. The fact that i notice both hot girls and guys doesnt really concern me; ive already accepted thats who i am. what i am concerned about however is my future. i think i can assume that you have regrets, guilts, and things you would have done differently. do you have any suggestions so that i dont screw up my future relationships/life?

 
i actually already took a half of a first step out of the closet. i already told my parents that im bi. that was probably the second hardest thing i have done in my life (1st was enduring 3 years of relentless bullying, 3rd to telling a girl i liked her). they were stunned, then didnt believe it and said that i was too young to truly know that. i said sure but i know deep inside that this is what i am. i have to say though that my parents are so amazing; they didnt freak out and pour holy water over my head and tell me to pray or anything like that. they said that if it was true, then they would be happy for me no matter who i end up with. im glad they at least half understand.

besides them however, no one else knows. (oh wait thats not true anymore is it?) i find that at this age it isnt affecting me much because instead of lustful thoughts i concentrate on video games, school, normal teen stuff. But i do think about it from time to time. Like i mentioned earlier, ive had a crush on a girl before, i havent had a crush on a guy before, but im still not sure of what im looking for. they both appeal to me in a weird, twisted way. my fantasies are all over the place; sometimes girly where i would just want to cuddle, but sometimes more dominant and aggressive like having sex. after reading some psychology articles however, i think this is normal for someone like me. but anyway that was just a little background on me.

i know your busy, so thanks for taking the time to read this. 

I've received letters like yours in the past..and I'll give you the same advice I gave them:

You're young..very young..almost too young to be concerned with making decisions on how you are going to live the rest of your life -sexually. Take the time..don't jump into anything so quickly. Date, make friends. You will see over time what you are into. I suppose some have made this decision as young as 15, but for others, it takes much longer. It's great that you have the support of your parents, but I agree with them..use the time you have to your advantage.

As far as screwing up your future relationships I think being honest is best. Once you date one person (girl or guy) be committed to that relationship. Put your all into it. Be faithful. When that relationship doesn't work for you, then you will move on, and find another. 


Once you've had exclusive relationships, some with men, some with women, I think the picture will become clearer. It's what I didn't have growing up. I never experienced a relationship with a man, and now, I'm stuck doing so secretly.


It's like riding a bike: Practice makes perfect.

Frat Star Fridays! Play It Cool

Hey,

My name's Frat Star and I write a weekly column for Bi Like Me detailing the perspective of a gay college student. If you don't know about me...

• Both sides of my pillow are cool
• I bowl. Overhand.
• Police often question me, just because they find me interesting

Questions, comments, offers from Nigeria to inherit £36,000,000 in exchange for a one-time payment of $500.00 and the inevitable complaints can be sent to my email address: wsa215@gmail.com

Silence.

I began chatting with someone who's considering rushing a fraternity in the South next year. He's concerned that he won't get a bid because he's gay.

"What? I don't think that's necessarily true, even for some of the top houses. You'll fill a niche, like all pledges do."

"How do I do that?"

"Well, I think it's always best to go for the top house on campus. There's a lot of alumni benefits there, and it's always nice to be popular. Look, try this. Find the hottest girl you can and bring her to your first date event. Then have her flirt with the brothers, especially the ones that may have some bad preconceptions about you. After that, have her flirt with the brothers you like. Meanwhile, everyone she hits on that's had a positive experience with her -- hit that dude up. Think of it like flirting with a guy, except that you can't have sex with him."

"Or hold hands," he says.

"Yeah, and that. Fraternities are inherently gay."

I'm Frat Star, and this is how you rush a fraternity if you're gay.

Note: My generalizations are all the same unless you're in California like this dude. I don't understand how the fuck frats work out there.

(Edit: If you've been in a fraternity or are in one now, let's be honest here: what we do is blurring sexual lines. Small talk, exchanging numbers, and feeding you drinks... it's pretty much what I'd normally do in order to try and get laid. Instead, I have to sit there and listen to you tell me about the time that you carried your entire football team because you made two touchdowns your sophomore year of high school. Then I have to assemble a dream team based off of looks and social skills. It really is the gayest thing that straight guys regularly do.)

(Edit 2: No one actually does the elephant walk.)


(Edit 3: Sorry, I wish I had more angsty gay advice or stories to share with you this week... but I just have nothing to bitch about this week. I realize that writing this kind of makes me a tool, but I'm stressed out with a lot of homework, it's the middle of rush so this was the first thing that came to mind and I didn't have time to do a re-write... whatever deal with it. I'll try to supplement it with something in addition over the weekend.)

"Broooooo!"

There's something important about playing it cool, especially if you're gay. You'll have to immediately adopt self-restraint, a generally important concept, and one which you will completely lack if you're coming out of the closet. The way you act, as much as I hate to say this, will be somewhat contingent upon where you are in the country. Southerners won't tolerate an effeminate gay man, whereas Northerners will have virtually no issue with you -- as long as you don't hit on them. Californians are basically the same as Northerners, and I feel that a lot of Midwestern guys are just kind of perplexed by you. This is, of course, a grand generalization but one that I feel is pretty accurate.

I've been rush chair a few times, so if any of you are curious as to how we select people, here's your chance because I'll tell you now.

First, a little word on how this shit works for anyone who has zero idea what I'm talking about without referencing wikipedia. Like many schools overseas, fraternities are social clubs (Britain: Dining Clubs, Germany: Studentenverbind, etc.) where members, called brothers, come together just to eat, drink and generally be merry. I'm sure that people are going to freak the fuck out given the above description and then I'm going to be accused of gender discrimination, white privilege or something absurd, but that's what I've always seen it as. Fraternities generally are ranked by two scales: age (old row or pre-1945/ new row or post-1945) and social prestige (how many hot girls come through the door). Therefore, you want to try to angle yourself to be in a top tier old row fraternity, as they have the most benefits hands down -- that's the goal, anyway.

You may want to avoid these guys. Or not.

Now, once you've learned the lay of the land as mentioned above, you're going to want to find the house that's the right fit for you. Your first rush will probably consist of a bunch of dudes buzzing off a few [beers/pills/insert intoxicating substance here] and loitering around the house. Don't play beer pong or any drinking games if you suck at them -- I personally always thought they were fucking stupid, I drink to enjoy myself, not to put some little ball in some dipshit cup that's about as clean as a street corner -- so just try to get to know the brothers. Some awkwardness is expected, but I'd suggest you look at the house that you think you could get along in. Joining a fraternity that's a good fit will pay off in the long run: you want these guys to accept you for who you are, and a great degree of that depends upon your personality. For example, the top house on your campus may consist of the biggest assholes to walk on the face of the planet: avoid them if that's not your bag of tricks.

Now, you're gay so you're going to want to play it cool. It's best not to pump the fact that you're gay publicly. Don't flip. This has relatively little to do with the fact that you're gay as much as it has to do with the fact that you're revealing something pretty intimate within a short time of meeting someone. I feel like a lot of gay guys inadvertently spill the beans on their "gay status" pretty frequently, especially when coming out and this is the one time that you don't mention this. It'd be inappropriate. I don't want to spoil the pledge process for you, but if you know kids in a certain frat that you went to HS with they'll already know or, if it isn't broached (breeched? It's late and this post is live the moment that I click the button, so bear with me here) then you will reveal it during pledge. The secrets (or "not so secrets" -- inside joke) that you share with your pledge brothers will mean that they'll be your best friends for the rest of your life.

Regardless, eventually there will be some date events for you to attend. This is just to make sure that you can get laid or at least look passable at a few events. Remember my advice on how to select your date that I mentioned above? Find yourself a hot girl that is social. She'll understand how to network once you're in, and the kryptonite of even the most homophobic (read: ignorant and misinformed) bro is a hot girl in the face talking up her gay friend.

One of the most important things of this whole process is just doing the whole macho thing. I'm really into it -- some aren't -- but all frat stars are into the masculinist movement even if they don't realize it yet. This entire organization is about building bonds that are truly long lasting and will transcend any societal bullshit that you may encounter in the future.

Now, who do we take?

The selection process at a fraternity is pretty simple, and voting is conducted differently depending on your chapter. At my chapter, each person gets one blackball, and two blackballs irrevocably removes that person from the process. We've only had a handful of blackballs thrown in the past ten years, because there's a general concensus. We try to take kids who will fit into our group of friends in the same way that you might create a tribe. Although I mentioned that I looked for beauty and social skills, I was only half joking: we search for common bonds and people who can contribute something to our growth. I wish I could go more in depth, but I feel that I've said enough and that I've emphasized the most important aspects.

I hope this was helpful or at least insightful to some extent.

Two and a Half Men (V)

It's quickly becoming one of my favorite shows. I started watching Two and a Half Men right when Charlie Sheen went off the deep end and they hired Ashton Kutcher to replace him. Then I started watching the re-runs with Charlie and they are hilarious.

CBS advertises the show as "A hedonistic jingle writer's free-wheeling life comes to an abrupt halt when his brother and 10-year-old nephew move into his beach-front house." But, this is a little misleading. Yes, the writer (originally Charlie) had his brother and 10 year old move in with him..but, abrupt halt? Jesus! It would have been incredible if Charlie's life was any more "free-wheeling". Often, he is seen fall down drunk, throwing up, hung-over and hardly ever without a beautiful babe naked by his side. Hey, this sounds a lot like Charlie Sheen's real life!

Then Ashton's "Walden" takes over Charlie's house after his untimely death  (Charlie died when a scorned lover pushed him in front of a moving subway car causing his body to explode) and the show has seen even higher ratings. It has often been implied and flaunted that Walden is, well, hung like a moose!

A recent episode shows Walden dancing naked..as he often is on the show. Now, Ashton Kutcher never did anything for me..but after watching him on Men I've certainly changed my mind. My admiration didn't go without some benefit (see the picture Ashton graciously took for this blog ;) ). Ashton is tall, lean, and really a very handsome Jesus reincarnate.  Soon he shaves and cuts his hair for a cleaner look.

But, if he's really hung like they say, nobody is really looking at all that hair anyway, are they?

Hump Day: Gregory

• Name: Gregory
• Location: Chicago, IL
• Country: United States
• Gender/Age: Male/ 18
• Height: 5'11" (180 cm)
• Weight: 145 lbs (66 kg)

Crossing the Line

I'm at work..minding my beezewax..working..and I get an email..from someone I don't recognize..and it's to my work email address.


He uses my real first name..and it says:

"Hey _____." It's me from Grindr. When are you free?"

I'm confused. I don't know who this is. I never, ever (that I remember) use my work email for extra-curricular activities. No one would email me there.  What do I do? Answer the email? Play dumb? Ignore it?

I chose option #3..ignore. Maybe it's someone I confided in...gave them my real name and occupation. I suppose..in the web-based world, it's pretty easy to find someone out there if you know a few important facts about them.


I'm still a little freaked though.

Quickie Jerk Off

A guy emails me on Adam. He unlocks his pics and tells me he's home, alone, naked, in a bath robe, and he wants to jerk off with another guy. We make some quick plans and I'm on my way.

I park at his house, head to the side door and he's there to greet me, just as advertised..naked in a bathrobe. But his hair isn't the jet black that was in the pics, he now has blond streaks in it. Anyway, we head downstairs and he has the TV on in the den with some stupid program on it, and a laptop sitting on the couch, with a video of some guy jerking off - a very hot guy I might add..even though all I can see are his legs, chest and privates, it's a hot video. He sits down next to the laptop, undoes his robe and takes out his cock. I sit next to him, pull down my pants and we begin our jerk off session.

Now things ended as planned and expected..there wasn't much of anything else other than us pulling our puds, and touching legs...but, after I cleaned up and left, I kept wondering about that video.  He mentioned it was from XTube, or UPorn or something...but I couldn't help but wonder if maybe his laptop was aimed at his new subject...is that possible? Can you actually view a porn on line while taking video of someone?

I drove home all the time thinking and wondering and worrying...that maybe this guy is just capturing other guys on his couch jerking off and putting them online for money.  I know I should have thought of that while I was there and made him turn the computer off or shown me that there was no camera facing us...but I guess I had my mind on other things.

Frat Star Fridays! Bro Dating II

In this case, quite literally. It's also surprisingly hard to find a picture of a bull literally shitting on the internet.

My friend walks into my dorm room. My door's propped open and my bed isn't made. Lacrosse gear and swim trunks litter my floor. I'm unshaven, sitting at my desk in only a flatbrim, a fleece and some sweatpants.

"You seem down." He looks around. "What the fuck happened here?"

I'm pretty silent. "Uh... I kind of got played by Charlie. I don't get it. He kept taking me to church, and I thought it was to chill since we both go all the time, but then I analyzed the situation and I realized that he was basically taking me there in order to indicate that he's totally not interested. There's literally nothing less erotic than fifty year old Episcopalian priests."

"Oh." Awkward pause. "Well, that's shitty. Stop being a bitch." We laugh. "Hey, I know something that describes your situation pretty well. Did you do this week's reading for [my professor's last name]'s class?"

"No." He looks at me like I'm an idiot. "Fuck you."

"Read the first page." He picks up the book off the floor and throws it at me. I check out the bulge in his mesh shorts. I really have to stop doing that.

"One of the salient features of our culture is that there is so much bullshit. Everyone knows this." I say aloud. "Ha. This... this I like."

I need this t-shirt so badly it's not even funny.

Life can sometimes seem pretty bad.

I'd been seeing this guy for about three weeks. He was attractive and intelligent from the college down the road from mine and we clicked really well. Unfortunately, things didn't go so well this week when he became to behave oddly. There was a sudden distance, and an emotional feeling as if a great desert suddenly erupted out of a pure lake.

"I can't believe I let this go down," I kept saying to myself. This dude just bailed? I mean, we'd only made out and gone on a couple dates. I have this nifty "first-three-dates-nothing-under-the-belt" rule that I enacted to make sure that we got to know each other and slowed down. For some bizarre reason, young gay love burns very fast, and guys aren't hesitant to look elsewhere if there isn't an instant match. His demise was unfortunate for me, and I pouted. Halfway through, I realized that I was being silly and decided to move on.

Lesson learned.

There's something bizarre that happens with gay relationships that I feel doesn't happen in straight relationships -- having been in boy-girl relationships several myself, I feel that homosexuals kind of fling themselves at each other in a way that heterosexuals do not. There's a lot of "movie" sex, whereby you chill with your partner as if you guys were just star-crossed lovers. I think that there's also a lot of dreams and hope built into sexual interactions that don't necessarily  get expressed, especially if you're masculine. In my normal, everyday life I'm kind of a cocky chiller guy. When I get in bed, it's a different story. I like to cuddle a lot and I'm huge on body contact. I do somewhat open myself to what I like to call bruising, or the lowering of emotional defenses and the inadvertent introduction of emotional harm. As my guy lays his head on my chest while we watch television, I feel fucking invincible. "There can't be anything wrong with this? Right?" I think to myself.

Man is the most dangerous game. Just ask this guy in the hunting cap that's sending this photo to his fuck buddy.

Yet once that guy leaves, there's a subtle game that goes on that drives me absolutely insane. Girls have sex with you and instantly want to enter into a relationship. Their game is merely getting past a minefield where you're tested, and then subsequently rewarded. I feel like girls are therefore easy in comparison, because the game really doesn't ever end with guys -- there's always one partner that seems to be calling the shots and there's a subtle power struggle that goes on between the two dudes. In other words, there's so much fucking bullshit flying around that you sometimes want to scream.

I also find it hard to actually meet other dudes.

I'm really not into the LGBT scene, nor do I like gay bars. There's something bizarre about them: it's as if they're trying too hard. It's really weird to walk into a room with no women present and on top of that there's no safety valve. You can't really walk up to someone you like, find out he's weird and then politely excuse yourself. I also find it very disconcerting to get groped: "Don't touch me, bro." Guys feel as if they can just grab you in bars and clubs, and I need a certain level of personal space in order to get comfortable.

Sometimes, I meet women in their older 20s who are perfectly fine people but are totally single. There's something that they're missing: there's a level of confidence that they don't have and that's why they're alone. Conversely, I also meet women who refuse to go out to certain places to meet men: they prefer to be demure and wait for a challenger to appear. I feel that I need to find some place to meet men that still allows me to be in my comfort zone so that I never fall into either of these categories. I suppose that because I've always had immensely strong women in my family that I'm a feminist -- neither my mother nor the other women in my family would ever fall into the above two categories -- and as gay men we surprisingly share an immense amount of similar anxieties with women. "Is my partner going to cheat on me? Am I getting fat? Is my dick (breasts) big enough? Will I ever find someone? I hope that I don't end up alone living with cats when I'm 40." are all common concerns that we face together as a group.

A lot of young men, when just emerging out of the closet, are very depressed people. I think I've had an extraordinarily easy time at coming out of the closet and for that I am extremely fortunate. I feel that a significant amount of gay kids basically have to make the choice between having a family and having a soul, and that's a very difficult choice to make. Yet coming out relieves certain pressures while introducing others: now you have to actually find someone... and not on craigslist. If you're a longterm reader of mine, you'll know my antipathy for the internet in general: I loathe craigslist, grindr and manhunt because I think they're a life detracting force within the gay community. You can't live your life on the internet, and moreover it just doesn't foster healthy relationships

But, really, life isn't so bad. I'm attractive, healthy and I'm going to get this down eventually.

Yo young readers: any suggestions on where to meet dudes? No gay sports leagues. Sorry, I'm already packed with sports as it is.

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I want to take a moment to introduce you all to Cazwell, who makes pretty decent music. His new song, Get My Money Back, is a banger and I actually give it some play on my chapter's dance floor.

People also like this song, I find it supremely agitating, but I think you'll all like it if you watch the video with the sound on or off:

And finally, all complaints, comments and the rare compliment can be sent to wsa215@gmail.com.