Strip Mario Kart + His First Threesome

Holy Woah, it's been over 6 years since I've given you a dash of my sex life.  I promise you I haven't stopped boinking bros, I just got busy (outside the bedroom).

Did you want a re-cap of the last 6 years? You'll have to wait, I can't promise consistency. But I can tell you in short I've been in an open relationship for the last 5 years which has filled me with plenty of adventures and stories... where to start....

Let's talk about Sébastien.  A french canadian with a milky white ass that finds it's ways into my sex dreams on the regular.  We met first while playing recreational dodgeball, and from the second I saw him, I knew I had acquired a target, and the chase was on.

Oh, I forgot to tell him my girlfriend was coming....

Lets call him Trevor...


Something you should know about me... I graduated with two bachelor degrees... one in business and one in theater... my background in theater is more production side... but every once in a while I enjoy a taste of performance...

Getting fucked at home... by a guy in Spain.

Meet Brent... A tall, thin, hairless "bad-ass" freshman at my school... he had two tattoos, gauges and a personality that could melt the coldest stone (weird right?).  Brent and I had been dating for just over 7 months when winter break had arrived, we agreed to meet up at my place for New Years Eve.  Things had been going well, so I thought... I found out later I was just a place holder.

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        Hey Guys (and probable girls) ... I'm Back! I recently finished up my senior year and moved to a big city on the east coast.... (Not NY) ... Don't worry plenty has happened already (I've been here two weeks!) So the Stories should be rolling soon ... but first... my entire second semester was one long fuck fest with one guy..... my ex...

The Long Term Crush... I didn't know about.

Let's call this one Peter...

It was a pretty typical friday morning last summer. I was hungover (Damn local gay club) and wasn't quite sure what time it was, but as I do every morning I rolled over and searched my bed for my phone. I finally found it between my legs (shocker right?) I "slid to unlock" and checked Grindr (nothing exciting), than my email (nothing exciting), facebook (Something Exciting!!) ...

I had gotten a messege from a guy I didn't know (Peter).

"You looked good last night... sorry we didn't get a chance to dance... but I'd love to grab coffee with ya, its been a while..."

WTF? (that was the thought in my head...)

So I shot him a quick response back, apologizing for not remembering who he was... and he quickly reminded me.

Peter informed me that we had talked a little over a year ago, but it was quickly hashed out that we were both tops and being young and naive we agreed it wouldn't work (keep in mind this conversation happened less than a year later... how much maturity could we have gained?)

In any case, I stalked his facebook, determined that we had enough in common (I thought he was cute... and we both liked family guy) so  I agreed to go out for coffee.

Coffee went well, until he confessed that he had checked my facebook, nearly daily for the past year in hopes that I would give him some glimmer of hope that we would work out. What changed? I have no idea... needless to say I was some mixture of flattered and creepeed out, but decided a second date would be okay.

Fast forward exactly 30 days, 12 dates and 3 loads blown....

he dumped me. I guess I wasn't his prince charming. his reason for dumping me? I had to much of a gay following, to many gay friends, and I wasn't someone he could start a family with.

if you're reading this story and asking yourself... WTF... that was my thoughts exactly.

Losing my virginity in a bunk bed.

Lets call him Taylor ...

I lost my virginity at a young (ish) age, especially for the "times".  Granted it's only been 6 year's since I lost my v-card, but a lot in society can change in 6 years. Jjust look at how we meet guys! (Grindr is only a little under 2 years old!)

Back to the story...

How I came out... A long time Ago...

Preface; I came out in 10th grade.... looking back? Shit I was young... anyways here's my story

I sat in the car, my heart racing; I knew I had to tell her.  She was my mom, for Christ’s sake; she always said she would always be there for me no matter what.  What if she doesn’t accept me?  What if they kick me out of the house, where will I live?  What if I become the black sheep of the family?  Come on, none of that will happen, I just have to say it.  The car curved around the road heading home, I knew I wanted to tell her before we got there.  She did that creepy thing moms do, and asked me if something was wrong.  How do they always know?  I looked at my mom, how could I hurt her? But wasn’t I hurting her more by lying to her and keeping a secret?