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?

A Boy in the Sauna can't be trusted.

Let's call him Scott ... Although I really loved his name (It was fun to moan)


So every once and a while I need a good sit in the sauna after a hard work out, okay who am I kidding, I don't need to sit in the sauna, I just like too, where else am I gonna see sexy men in just towels :)


Nothing usually comes from a trip to the sauna at the "straight" gym I go to, but like I learned in acting class, a story is not worth sharing, unless something out of the ordinary happened and trust me it did.

The roommate... who accused me of attempted murder pt. 2

Read part 1 first... duh.


So I walked to residence life debating all the things I could get in trouble for.  The only thing I could think of was invasion of privacy?  So I held my head up high and continued towards the office building. When I got there, Nikky (head of Res. Life) looked PISSED! Obviously Charlie had gotten to her first and I thought to myself, "god only know what lies he's told to make me look like shit".

The roommate... who accused me of attempted murder

Let's call him Charlie...

So the few weeks before freshman year of college are always a nerves wrecking time. The most emotionally insane part is finding out who your new roommate will be. Are they gonna smell? will they be clean? will they share their connections to booze? these are questions you have to ask yourself as a typical freshman, but if your a gay freshman, you have one more...How will they react when they find out I'm gay?

A Professor? No Problem.

Lets call him Professor Ned.


So incase you haven't caught on... I am a senior at college ... that comes into play with this next story.


Everyone always has a crush on an authoritative figure in their lives... for many students that figure tends to be a professor or teacher... and of course I am no exception.... 

A Fraternal Big // Little mix up.

There are a shit ton of guys in this story... so lets just do a character list...


Me
My Boyfriend at the time- Jon (Yes the same Jon who cheated on me with 12 guys)
My Big -  Todd
My Big's Boyfriend - Heath




So my freshman year in college I pledged a fraternity and part of the process is the receiving of a "Big Brother" ... this big brother is suppose to guide you through the pledging process and help you with anything else you need in life... your not suppose to have a foursome with him ... let alone hook up with him... my bad....

The End of the Yankee Candle Store Man.

Lets call this guy Ryan ...  and his boyfriend Nick.


If you haven't read the first two Yankee Candle stories... you suck and you should do that first.


So after the massage incident I never thought I'd hear from either Ryan or Nick again... but of course I wouldn't be sharing this story if I didn't either have really hot, or really weird sex with them... and I had both.

The Boyfriend of the Candle Store man.

If you haven't read "Stalking the Man in the Yankee Store" ... read that one first...

Lets call this guy Ryan ...  and his boyfriend Nick

Again being from a small college town in the middle of the state, my options for sex are not always plentiful... so when I saw Ryan on grinder I quickly

Stalking the Man in the Yankee Store

Lets call him Nick... and we can call his boyfriend Ryan.

I am currently completing my senior year of college in a small rural town in the center of the state.  Gay men are limited (although you really wouldn't know if you read my blog.) so when I find one... I pounce faster than Simba in the Lion King.  This is where Nick comes in... he's a pretty standard country boy with bright blue eyes and a kick ass smile. You might ask...

Selling Chocolate Cake

Let's call this guy Jason... 


Over the summer I struggled to find a job. No one wants to hire someone who sets a date they plan to leave to go back to school.  After countless applications I finally got a job at a

Me + My Ex ... and 12 other guys.

Lets call this one Jon...


For just over a year I dated Jon, he actually led me to my most recent ex, but thats another story.  Now, Jon was your typical all American guy, actually more like the true definition of the word Twink.  Light brown hair, dark eyes, a chiseled face and an even more chiseled body.  I used to refer to him as 69 because he had a six pac, which led to a full 9 inch dick.  


Jon was a pretty decent guy, but he had some weird quirks.

I'll Pay you... To Blow you...

Lets call this guy Sean.  22 years old.  Works at KFC. 

In my experience, you can never really judge or understand someones desperation, or their need for sex.   When Sean first friended me on Facebook, I thought nothing of it.  He looked like a clean cut guy, skinny, short brown hair, nothing really stuck out about him.  We talked online for a few days before he asked me if I'd like to grab a cup of coffee.  Not being one to shy away from an opportunity for coffee, I agreed to meet him at the local Starbucks.  

Quick aside: I am a pretty open and flexible guy, I rarely

The Stories I have on Cue...

This is just the beginning... but its what I thought of in the first 15 minutes of my Corporate Finance class...

Somethings you should know...

• I love the use of ellipses (...)
• I came out in sophomore year of High school (with enough persuasion I'll share the story)
• I am extremely sexual
• I have no idea where this blog is going to go
• I have a really close relationship with my family
• My best friend might make a few appearances (or posts) 

The start.

      While sitting in class the other day... it dawned on me... in the last 5 years, I have had some crazy // messed up sex. Most of it gay sex... okay, all of it gay sex, but crazy none the less... so in no particular order.... these are my crazy stories... I promise at least 1 story a week :)