Was reading the Manhunt Daily blog the other day and they had a post asking their readers about the number of sexual partners they had been with. I read some of the comments on the post and thought it was fucking hilarious.
Afterwards, I started thinking about how many I have been with, both guys and girls. I started counting. I counted hookups where at least oral sex was performed. And the number I came up with SHOCKED me. It made me happy and somewhat ashamed lol.
Why ashamed? Well, first off, I don't have an exact number! It's so high I have to estimate. Plus, for the last week I keep remembering random hook ups I've had and have added them to the count. And secondly, I don't know 3/4 of their names!
So, I'm here to ask you guys if my number is too high, too low, or just right :)
My number is... for guys - approximately 60 in 3 years
for girls - 11 in 6 years
That means in the 6 years I have been sexually active, I have been with about 70 people. 70! That's more than 11 a year! Almost 1 a month! I don't even KNOW 70 people!
How slutty does that make me? What is your special number?
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Friday, June 17, 2011
Spring Break, Pt. 1 (sex)
Well, I promised and promised and it's finally here! A rundown of my Spring Break trip to Cali with Jockguy!
Tuesday, March 22 -
Driving from Portland to Eugene, I felt my phone vibrate. It was Jockguy.
"I'm on my way!" I answered defensively.
"Fuck, we supposed to leave an hour ago!" Jockguy laughed.
"Did you really expect me to be on time?"
"Of course not." I am notorious for being late. Always.
But this hadn't been my fault. I had spent the weekend after finals at home. When I told my parents about my planned trip a couple weeks prior, my mom let it be known that if I was going to be gone for the entire week I was "sure as hell going to make an appearance" the weekend before. I can't argue with that.
I got to Jockguys place and after a couple minutes of packing the car, we were on our way.
"Damn, only 2 hours behind schedule. That's not that bad," I said, pulling onto I5.
"'Not that bad'?!?" Jockguy said.
"Not for me."
"That's true. I was expecting to leave till the morning."
"You're a jackass."
The trip would take us about 15 hours south, to the L.A. area for the first night. We decided to head straight to L.A. without stopping. I love to drive and have driven Portland to L.A. a couple times nonstop, so this was nothing new. The second part of the trip would take us to the San Diego area. Jockguy, bless his heart, had sweet-talked one of his aunts into letting us stay in her vacation condo in San Diego.
The journey to L.A. was awesome. Jockguy and I talked a lot. In fact, looking back, that was one of my favorite parts of the trip. When we weren't talked we were listening to music. And Jockguy dosed off a couple times, only to be woken up by me poking him (I got hit a couple time for that lol).
15 hours later we arrived at our hotel. We checked in and immediately went to bed. Too tired to even think about sex, we cuddled and fell asleep.
Wednesday, March 23 -
I woke up to the sound of Jockguy talking and laughing on the phone. I groggily looked at the bedside clock. 10:30am. Way too early to be awake after getting into the hotel around 4am, I thought.
"Uh oh, he's awake," Jockguy laughed. "I'll call you back."
"I'm not awake, leave me alone," I mumbled.
"That was Sarah, she just got outta class," Jockguy said, ignoring me. Sarah's Spring Break was different than ours. She decided to skip the rest of the week. "Check out is at noon. Get up."
I opened one eye to see Jockguy standing over me, fully showered and dressed.
"Are you already dressed?" I mumbled.
"Yup. Been awake for an hour. Your turn."
"Go to hell," I said, stuffing my head under my pillow. "I'm fucking tired. I didn't get to sleep on the drive down like you did."
"Cry me a fucking river. Get up!" Jockguy pulled the covers off me, exposing my naked body. Then he broke my biggest rule - he tickled me.
"STOP YOU FUCKER! STOP!" I squealed. "I'LL GET UP! STOP!"
Laughing, Jockguy relented. He hopped on the bed next to me and pulled me into a hug.
"Fuck off," I laughed as I pushed him away. "You know I hate that."
"It's the only thing that gets your ass up in the morning. Besides, Sarah told me to do it."
"What?"
"That's what we were talking about when you woke up," Jockguy smiled. "She called and asked if you were up yet. Told me I had her permission to tickle you."
"Her permission?! I'm gonna fucking kill her!"
"Go get dressed first," Jockguy said, slapping my ass.
While in the shower, I started to think about what I was about to do. I was hours away from having my ex girlfriend meet my boyfriend. I was still nervous about the whole thing. Jockguy and Sarah had been talking on the phone for a couple months and already seemed like old friends. But it was still weird to me. I began to get really nervous.
After I got dressed, Jockguy and I grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed out towards Sarah's apartment. The drive to her place should have only taken 25 min but this is L.A. we're talking about! 1.5 hours later, we arrived at Sarah's place. At this point, I was a fucking wreck. As I turned off the car, Jockguy looked at me and noticed.
"It's going to be fine, Jack." He reached down and grabbed my hand, giving it a tight squeeze. "I love you."
That settled my nerves down just enough to get me out of the car and onto the apartment.
We reached the Sarah's door and I knocked. The nerves were suddenly back. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened.
"Hey!" Sarah said as we hugged tightly. "I'm so glad you are here!"
"Me too."
Sarah and I hugged tightly for about 30 seconds. She smelled amazing. We finally released each other.
"I grabbed Jockguy's hand and pulled him closer to the door.
"This is Jockguy."
"It's nice to finally meet you!" Sarah said as they hugged.
"Come on in," she said, pulling us inside.
We made our way into the front room and onto the couches. Sarah and I hugged once more before sitting down.
"I can't believe you are here... He still nervous?" Sarah asked Jockguy.
"Yeah. You should have seen his face in the car when we got here. It was hilarious."
"Fuck both of you!" I exclaimed.
"I'm surprised you are here on time. I figured Jack would sleep longer." Sarah ignored me and kept talking to Jockguy.
"Well, I might have tickled him to get his ass up." Jockguy giggled.
"Ha! You broke "the rule"!" Sarah said, air-quoting THE RULE. They both began laughing.
"Wow. I hate this already," I sighed.
For the next hour or so, the three of us sat in Sarah's apartment and talked. She and Jockguy hit it off immediately. It was like they had known each other forever. My nerves and anxiousness subsided and soon I was almost completely comfortable.
After catching up, we packed Sarah's bags in the car and hit the road. The drive down was awesome. We cut over to the Pacific Coast Highway and took that for a while, stopping here and there to swim or eat or take pictures. It ended up taking us about 5 hours to make the normally 2-3 hour drive, but when you are having fun, who cares?
We found the condo building and made our way to ours. Jockguy unlocked the door and led the way. The place was amazing. The views of the city and water were awesome.
"I didn't know you were rich," I said to Jockguy as I stared out the window.
"I'm not. My aunt is."
"Well, make sure you are in her will then. This place is awesome."
"Which room do you want," Sarah shouted from the hallway. I looked at Jockguy and shrugged his shoulders.
"Doesn't matter to me. Go pick," he told me.
I walked down the white carpeted hallway and found Sarah laying on the bed in one of the rooms.
"I see you have already picked your room," I said, sitting next to her on the bed.
"Yeah, I figured I'd take this one and you guys could have the one a couples doors over. You'll need your privacy." She gave me a huge smile.
"Privacy? I thought this was going to be a hot ménage à trois vacation!"
"Jack!" Sarah squealed as she hit me. "Come on, that's gross... Although, I wouldn't mind a shot at Jockguy!"
"Bitch, I will cut you!" I grabbed a pillow and beat a laughing Sarah over the head with it a couple times.
With the rooms picked and bags unpacked, we all gathered in the living room. After lounging and watching tv for a while, Jockguy announced he was hungry.
"Do you wanna walk or drive around and find a place?" I asked them both.
"I kinda just want to stay in," Jockguy said, with a slight whine in his voice.
"Me too," Sarah chipped in. "You should make us something."
"Yeah!" Jockguy said, perking up. "Make that chicken thing I like."
"The one with the garlic and lemon?" Sarah asked Jockguy. He nodded. "I love when you used to make that!" she exclaimed.
I stood there, staring at both of them, lounging on the couch, feet up.
"This isn't a fucking restaurant. You don't get to order things," I laughed. "I saw a grocery store up the road. I'll be back with... something."
That night, I made Jockguy and Sarah my version of chicken scampi. Neither said a word as we sat at the dinner table because they were too busy concentrating on eating every last morsel of chicken and pasta.
After our late dinner, Sarah went to bed. Jockguy and I stayed on the couch, cuddled up watching tv.
"Thanks for dinner," Jockguy said, "but how are we supposed to makeout after all that garlic?"
"Why do you think I made it?"
"Ha! You aren't getting out of it that easily." Jockguy turned his body towards mine and gave me a deep kiss.
"See? Garlic can't keep a sexy guy down," Jockguy said, smiling. "Let's go to bed." Jockguy hopped up, pulled me off the couch, and led me down the hall to our bedroom. When the door was closed, Jockguy pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. We were soon making out as we furiously tried to get each other naked.
Jockguy unbuttoned my shorts and dragged them and my underwear off. I lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his perfect torso. Soon, we were both naked, our bodies coming together as we ground against one another. Jockguy's rock hard dick felt like fire against my thighs and abs. His arms engulfed me, letting me inhale his intoxicating scent. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. He interlocked his fingers in mine. A river of precum flowed from my cock, slicking up our abs. We both began to sweat.
"I love you," I whispered in Jockguy's ear. "I want you to fuck me." I lifted my legs, wrapping them around Jockguy's waist. I could feel the shaft of his cock resting against my waiting hole.
Looking into my eyes but not saying anything, Jockguy spit in his hand, lubed his cock and lined it up with my pucker. Slowly, he pushed his rod deep inside me. After bottoming out, Jockguy laid over me and kissed me as he pumped his cock in and out of my very happy ass.
Jockguy began to pound me. Every time he thrust in, he let all his body weight fall, slamming his dick as deep inside me as he could get.
"Oh my God... Keep fucking me... Keep fucking me," I pleaded.
"I love you... I fucking... love you," Jockguy grunted.
After a couple more thrusts, Jockguy pulled out and told me to get on my stomach. For the split second he wasn't inside me, I felt empty.
On my stomach, Jockguy climbed on top of me and covered me. His legs on mine, his stomach on my back, his arms on my arms. He put his hands on mine and our fingers were soon locked together. He soon slid his cock all the way back in, picking up from where he left off moments before.
As he fucked me, Jockguy kiss my neck and cheek. Our bodies, slick with gallons of sweat, became hotter and stickier. Jockguy smelled amazing. His sweaty body had an undeniable manly scent. I was high off his scent.
We remained in that position, our bodies seemingly melted into one. After God knows how many minutes or hours after we began, I felt Jockguys body tense. His pace quickened slightly. His breathing increased.
With a primal grunt, Jockguy shot his beautiful load deep inside my well used ass. Clenching my hole around his spewing cock, I could feel it spasm. Jockguy's body let out a little spasm as well. We bothed laid there, exhausted by the day and the day's recent activities. Jockguy's hot, sweaty body clung to my hot, sweaty body. He rested his head on back. Our hand were still intertwined, only now I had brought them close to me so Jockguy's arm wrapped me into a tight hug.
After a couple minutes, his empty cock still buried in my ass, Jockguy rotated us so we were spooning.
"Jack, I love you," he whispered in my ear.
"I love you too."
Tuesday, March 22 -
Driving from Portland to Eugene, I felt my phone vibrate. It was Jockguy.
"I'm on my way!" I answered defensively.
"Fuck, we supposed to leave an hour ago!" Jockguy laughed.
"Did you really expect me to be on time?"
"Of course not." I am notorious for being late. Always.
But this hadn't been my fault. I had spent the weekend after finals at home. When I told my parents about my planned trip a couple weeks prior, my mom let it be known that if I was going to be gone for the entire week I was "sure as hell going to make an appearance" the weekend before. I can't argue with that.
I got to Jockguys place and after a couple minutes of packing the car, we were on our way.
"Damn, only 2 hours behind schedule. That's not that bad," I said, pulling onto I5.
"'Not that bad'?!?" Jockguy said.
"Not for me."
"That's true. I was expecting to leave till the morning."
"You're a jackass."
The trip would take us about 15 hours south, to the L.A. area for the first night. We decided to head straight to L.A. without stopping. I love to drive and have driven Portland to L.A. a couple times nonstop, so this was nothing new. The second part of the trip would take us to the San Diego area. Jockguy, bless his heart, had sweet-talked one of his aunts into letting us stay in her vacation condo in San Diego.
The journey to L.A. was awesome. Jockguy and I talked a lot. In fact, looking back, that was one of my favorite parts of the trip. When we weren't talked we were listening to music. And Jockguy dosed off a couple times, only to be woken up by me poking him (I got hit a couple time for that lol).
15 hours later we arrived at our hotel. We checked in and immediately went to bed. Too tired to even think about sex, we cuddled and fell asleep.
Wednesday, March 23 -
I woke up to the sound of Jockguy talking and laughing on the phone. I groggily looked at the bedside clock. 10:30am. Way too early to be awake after getting into the hotel around 4am, I thought.
"Uh oh, he's awake," Jockguy laughed. "I'll call you back."
"I'm not awake, leave me alone," I mumbled.
"That was Sarah, she just got outta class," Jockguy said, ignoring me. Sarah's Spring Break was different than ours. She decided to skip the rest of the week. "Check out is at noon. Get up."
I opened one eye to see Jockguy standing over me, fully showered and dressed.
"Are you already dressed?" I mumbled.
"Yup. Been awake for an hour. Your turn."
"Go to hell," I said, stuffing my head under my pillow. "I'm fucking tired. I didn't get to sleep on the drive down like you did."
"Cry me a fucking river. Get up!" Jockguy pulled the covers off me, exposing my naked body. Then he broke my biggest rule - he tickled me.
"STOP YOU FUCKER! STOP!" I squealed. "I'LL GET UP! STOP!"
Laughing, Jockguy relented. He hopped on the bed next to me and pulled me into a hug.
"Fuck off," I laughed as I pushed him away. "You know I hate that."
"It's the only thing that gets your ass up in the morning. Besides, Sarah told me to do it."
"What?"
"That's what we were talking about when you woke up," Jockguy smiled. "She called and asked if you were up yet. Told me I had her permission to tickle you."
"Her permission?! I'm gonna fucking kill her!"
"Go get dressed first," Jockguy said, slapping my ass.
While in the shower, I started to think about what I was about to do. I was hours away from having my ex girlfriend meet my boyfriend. I was still nervous about the whole thing. Jockguy and Sarah had been talking on the phone for a couple months and already seemed like old friends. But it was still weird to me. I began to get really nervous.
After I got dressed, Jockguy and I grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed out towards Sarah's apartment. The drive to her place should have only taken 25 min but this is L.A. we're talking about! 1.5 hours later, we arrived at Sarah's place. At this point, I was a fucking wreck. As I turned off the car, Jockguy looked at me and noticed.
"It's going to be fine, Jack." He reached down and grabbed my hand, giving it a tight squeeze. "I love you."
That settled my nerves down just enough to get me out of the car and onto the apartment.
We reached the Sarah's door and I knocked. The nerves were suddenly back. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened.
"Hey!" Sarah said as we hugged tightly. "I'm so glad you are here!"
"Me too."
Sarah and I hugged tightly for about 30 seconds. She smelled amazing. We finally released each other.
"I grabbed Jockguy's hand and pulled him closer to the door.
"This is Jockguy."
"It's nice to finally meet you!" Sarah said as they hugged.
"Come on in," she said, pulling us inside.
We made our way into the front room and onto the couches. Sarah and I hugged once more before sitting down.
"I can't believe you are here... He still nervous?" Sarah asked Jockguy.
"Yeah. You should have seen his face in the car when we got here. It was hilarious."
"Fuck both of you!" I exclaimed.
"I'm surprised you are here on time. I figured Jack would sleep longer." Sarah ignored me and kept talking to Jockguy.
"Well, I might have tickled him to get his ass up." Jockguy giggled.
"Ha! You broke "the rule"!" Sarah said, air-quoting THE RULE. They both began laughing.
"Wow. I hate this already," I sighed.
For the next hour or so, the three of us sat in Sarah's apartment and talked. She and Jockguy hit it off immediately. It was like they had known each other forever. My nerves and anxiousness subsided and soon I was almost completely comfortable.
After catching up, we packed Sarah's bags in the car and hit the road. The drive down was awesome. We cut over to the Pacific Coast Highway and took that for a while, stopping here and there to swim or eat or take pictures. It ended up taking us about 5 hours to make the normally 2-3 hour drive, but when you are having fun, who cares?
We found the condo building and made our way to ours. Jockguy unlocked the door and led the way. The place was amazing. The views of the city and water were awesome.
"I didn't know you were rich," I said to Jockguy as I stared out the window.
"I'm not. My aunt is."
"Well, make sure you are in her will then. This place is awesome."
"Which room do you want," Sarah shouted from the hallway. I looked at Jockguy and shrugged his shoulders.
"Doesn't matter to me. Go pick," he told me.
I walked down the white carpeted hallway and found Sarah laying on the bed in one of the rooms.
"I see you have already picked your room," I said, sitting next to her on the bed.
"Yeah, I figured I'd take this one and you guys could have the one a couples doors over. You'll need your privacy." She gave me a huge smile.
"Privacy? I thought this was going to be a hot ménage à trois vacation!"
"Jack!" Sarah squealed as she hit me. "Come on, that's gross... Although, I wouldn't mind a shot at Jockguy!"
"Bitch, I will cut you!" I grabbed a pillow and beat a laughing Sarah over the head with it a couple times.
With the rooms picked and bags unpacked, we all gathered in the living room. After lounging and watching tv for a while, Jockguy announced he was hungry.
"Do you wanna walk or drive around and find a place?" I asked them both.
"I kinda just want to stay in," Jockguy said, with a slight whine in his voice.
"Me too," Sarah chipped in. "You should make us something."
"Yeah!" Jockguy said, perking up. "Make that chicken thing I like."
"The one with the garlic and lemon?" Sarah asked Jockguy. He nodded. "I love when you used to make that!" she exclaimed.
I stood there, staring at both of them, lounging on the couch, feet up.
"This isn't a fucking restaurant. You don't get to order things," I laughed. "I saw a grocery store up the road. I'll be back with... something."
That night, I made Jockguy and Sarah my version of chicken scampi. Neither said a word as we sat at the dinner table because they were too busy concentrating on eating every last morsel of chicken and pasta.
After our late dinner, Sarah went to bed. Jockguy and I stayed on the couch, cuddled up watching tv.
"Thanks for dinner," Jockguy said, "but how are we supposed to makeout after all that garlic?"
"Why do you think I made it?"
"Ha! You aren't getting out of it that easily." Jockguy turned his body towards mine and gave me a deep kiss.
"See? Garlic can't keep a sexy guy down," Jockguy said, smiling. "Let's go to bed." Jockguy hopped up, pulled me off the couch, and led me down the hall to our bedroom. When the door was closed, Jockguy pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. We were soon making out as we furiously tried to get each other naked.
Jockguy unbuttoned my shorts and dragged them and my underwear off. I lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his perfect torso. Soon, we were both naked, our bodies coming together as we ground against one another. Jockguy's rock hard dick felt like fire against my thighs and abs. His arms engulfed me, letting me inhale his intoxicating scent. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. He interlocked his fingers in mine. A river of precum flowed from my cock, slicking up our abs. We both began to sweat.
"I love you," I whispered in Jockguy's ear. "I want you to fuck me." I lifted my legs, wrapping them around Jockguy's waist. I could feel the shaft of his cock resting against my waiting hole.
Looking into my eyes but not saying anything, Jockguy spit in his hand, lubed his cock and lined it up with my pucker. Slowly, he pushed his rod deep inside me. After bottoming out, Jockguy laid over me and kissed me as he pumped his cock in and out of my very happy ass.
Jockguy began to pound me. Every time he thrust in, he let all his body weight fall, slamming his dick as deep inside me as he could get.
"Oh my God... Keep fucking me... Keep fucking me," I pleaded.
"I love you... I fucking... love you," Jockguy grunted.
After a couple more thrusts, Jockguy pulled out and told me to get on my stomach. For the split second he wasn't inside me, I felt empty.
On my stomach, Jockguy climbed on top of me and covered me. His legs on mine, his stomach on my back, his arms on my arms. He put his hands on mine and our fingers were soon locked together. He soon slid his cock all the way back in, picking up from where he left off moments before.
As he fucked me, Jockguy kiss my neck and cheek. Our bodies, slick with gallons of sweat, became hotter and stickier. Jockguy smelled amazing. His sweaty body had an undeniable manly scent. I was high off his scent.
We remained in that position, our bodies seemingly melted into one. After God knows how many minutes or hours after we began, I felt Jockguys body tense. His pace quickened slightly. His breathing increased.
With a primal grunt, Jockguy shot his beautiful load deep inside my well used ass. Clenching my hole around his spewing cock, I could feel it spasm. Jockguy's body let out a little spasm as well. We bothed laid there, exhausted by the day and the day's recent activities. Jockguy's hot, sweaty body clung to my hot, sweaty body. He rested his head on back. Our hand were still intertwined, only now I had brought them close to me so Jockguy's arm wrapped me into a tight hug.
After a couple minutes, his empty cock still buried in my ass, Jockguy rotated us so we were spooning.
"Jack, I love you," he whispered in my ear.
"I love you too."
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I'm Still Alive
Some of you have written to make sure I'm still breathing. Yes, I'm alive. And I really do apologize for being MIA the last month. I wish I had a great excuse but I don't lol. I just haven't been up for writing anything lately. But I can feel that changing :)
So, thanks for worrying, but I'm fine! Hopefully I'll have a Spring Break update soon. The trip was awesome. Expensive, but awesome. Jockguy and Sarah loved each other. They bonded over picking on me lol.
Anyways, sorry again for the lack of posts! Thanks for reading!
C.C.
So, thanks for worrying, but I'm fine! Hopefully I'll have a Spring Break update soon. The trip was awesome. Expensive, but awesome. Jockguy and Sarah loved each other. They bonded over picking on me lol.
Anyways, sorry again for the lack of posts! Thanks for reading!
C.C.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Spring Break Update
Just wanted to update you all on the last couple of weeks. Finals went AMAZINGLY well. I aced all my tests/papers and even ended up with the 2nd-highest grade in one of my classes (The chick who beat me is a brown-nosing bitch... Not that I'm bitter...)
Spring Break is here! And it couldn't have come at a better time! I need the break! Jockguy and I will be taking a roadie down to Cali to see Sarah. I'm so excited slash nervous! I know it will be fun and everything but introducing my bf to my ex-gf seems a little odd lol. But they both assure me it's going to be fine. They have been talking to each other on the phone and have bonded by telling stories about me putting my foot in my mouth... I'm sure I'll have plenty of stories to tell when I get back :)
Spring Break is here! And it couldn't have come at a better time! I need the break! Jockguy and I will be taking a roadie down to Cali to see Sarah. I'm so excited slash nervous! I know it will be fun and everything but introducing my bf to my ex-gf seems a little odd lol. But they both assure me it's going to be fine. They have been talking to each other on the phone and have bonded by telling stories about me putting my foot in my mouth... I'm sure I'll have plenty of stories to tell when I get back :)
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Telling Jockguy about the Blog
I've been writing this blog since last July. In that time, I have never told Jockguy about it. And he has never acknowledged that he knows about it. When I first started, I told myself I had to tell him. He's a huge part of my life and it's not fair that he doesn't know I'm writing about him. But every time I decided to tell him, I'd chicken out and decide to wait a little while longer.
Well, last weekend, I decided to nut up and tell him. I waited until after we fucked and were in bed about to sleep.
"I have to tell you something that isn't too serious but still kinda important."
"Uhh, ok. Is everything ok?" Jockguy said, propping himself on an elbow and looking down at me.
"Yeah, everything's fine... Ummm, you know how I like to write, right?"
"Yeah." Jockguy looked puzzled.
"Well, I've been writing a blog..." I hesitated. "... about my sex life."
Jockguy gave me a confused look. I think he was trying to figure out if I was joking or not.
"Seriously?" he asked.
"Yeah." I sat up and put my knees up. I lowered my head, ashamed. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before."
"Ok... You hide your identity, right? You don't use your real name. Or my name."
"No, not at all. I gave us fake names and don't write about things that will ID us. I'm careful about that. I don't want people to know it's me."
"What's my name?" he asked with a smirk.
"What?"
"My fake name. You said you gave us fake names. What's mine?"
I went from ashamed to embarrassed.
"Come on, who cares... Are you ok with it?"
"I don't know. Tell me my name first." Jockguy started poking me.
"Come on. Stop! God, you're a child."
"Coming from you, that carries no weight. Tell me!"
"Ok... I call you 'Jockguy'. Happy?"
"'Jockguy'? What the fuck kind of name is 'Jockguy'?"
"I don't know. I just called you that and it stuck. Can we be serious for a second."
"No. What's your 'name'?" Jockguy said, air-quoting "name".
"I'm going to sleep." I laid down, my back to Jockguy and pulled the covers over myself.
"Is it 'Muscleguy'? Or 'Meathead'?" Jockguy asked in a very mocking tone.
"God I hate you. Go to sleep."
"IOr is it like an Indian name? 'Fartsinhissleep'?" Jockguy burst into laughter.
"I fucking hate you right now," I said with an angry laugh. "You ruined the moment. I was trying to tell you something personal and you fucked it up."
Jockguy was unfazed by my mostly fake disappointment.
"I know what it is! Since I'm 'Jockguy' you must be 'Jockgirl'!"
This time I started laughing. I was sooo pissed at him but it was funny. He always makes me laugh, even when I'm pissed. I hate it!
Jockguy got out of bed and grabbed his laptop off his desk. He crawled back in bed and logged on.
"What's it called?" he asked.
"You aren't gonna look at it now are you?"
"Uhh, yeah."
"I don't want you to read it while I'm here."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It's embarrassing."
"Then why do you write it?"
"No, you reading it is embarrassing."
"Babe, it's fine. I want to read it." Jockguy said with a smile. How can I say no to that smile?!
"And you won't get upset or mad?"
"Why? Did you write something that will make me upset or mad?"
"Well, no but... I don't know. I'm just not sure what your reaction is gonna be."
"You on your period this week?!"
"Fuck you," I laughed, grabbing the laptop. I google-searched the blog and had it opened to my first post in seconds. "Here it is. But be fore you read it, you have to do something for me."
"What?"
I leaned over and gave Jockguy a deep kiss.
"That," I said pulling away.
Jockguy took the laptop and began reading. Within seconds he began laughing.
"'CollegeCumslut'?"
"Shut up and read!" I shouted over my shoulder as I laid nervously.
Jockguy began reading. And reading. And reading. At some point I dozed off. I woke up who knows how long later and Jockguy was still reading.
"You still reading?" I asked in a groggy and scratchy voice.
"Just a sec."
I waited for about 5 minutes until Jockguy was done with his current entry. He closed the laptop and set it aside. He crawled under the covers. I laid my head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around me. I waited for him to say something.
"So, what did you think?" I asked, unable to take the silence.
"I like it," he answered, giving me a squeeze with his arm.
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's hot. The stories are hot. Every story was like being back in the moment it actually happened. I think you should change your major to Writing."
"Thanks. That means so much coming from you. I was scared to tell you about it."
"Why? You know you can do no wrong with me."
"Can I get that in writing?"
"I like it but you HAVE to change my name. Give me a real name. And give yourself a real name too."
"I was actually thinking about giving myself one. I hate writing 'C.C.' instead of a real name. I think it sounds dumb. But I like 'Jockguy'."
"I could be 'Bernard' and you could be 'Willard'," Jockguy deadpanned.
"Oh God. 'Bernard pounded my ass and said "Take it Willard!"'. That's not going to give anyone a boner!"
"Good point."
Jockguy and I continued talking about names for about 15 min. Some were serious but most were dumb. At one point, I suggested "Holden McGroin" for him.
When we had exhausted our brains of funny names, we cuddled up and went to sleep. The next day, Jockguy finished all the posts. He reiterated how much he liked them by giving me a HARD pounding that night.
After he came, he looked at me and said, "That was definitely blog-worthy." :)
Well, last weekend, I decided to nut up and tell him. I waited until after we fucked and were in bed about to sleep.
"I have to tell you something that isn't too serious but still kinda important."
"Uhh, ok. Is everything ok?" Jockguy said, propping himself on an elbow and looking down at me.
"Yeah, everything's fine... Ummm, you know how I like to write, right?"
"Yeah." Jockguy looked puzzled.
"Well, I've been writing a blog..." I hesitated. "... about my sex life."
Jockguy gave me a confused look. I think he was trying to figure out if I was joking or not.
"Seriously?" he asked.
"Yeah." I sat up and put my knees up. I lowered my head, ashamed. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before."
"Ok... You hide your identity, right? You don't use your real name. Or my name."
"No, not at all. I gave us fake names and don't write about things that will ID us. I'm careful about that. I don't want people to know it's me."
"What's my name?" he asked with a smirk.
"What?"
"My fake name. You said you gave us fake names. What's mine?"
I went from ashamed to embarrassed.
"Come on, who cares... Are you ok with it?"
"I don't know. Tell me my name first." Jockguy started poking me.
"Come on. Stop! God, you're a child."
"Coming from you, that carries no weight. Tell me!"
"Ok... I call you 'Jockguy'. Happy?"
"'Jockguy'? What the fuck kind of name is 'Jockguy'?"
"I don't know. I just called you that and it stuck. Can we be serious for a second."
"No. What's your 'name'?" Jockguy said, air-quoting "name".
"I'm going to sleep." I laid down, my back to Jockguy and pulled the covers over myself.
"Is it 'Muscleguy'? Or 'Meathead'?" Jockguy asked in a very mocking tone.
"God I hate you. Go to sleep."
"IOr is it like an Indian name? 'Fartsinhissleep'?" Jockguy burst into laughter.
"I fucking hate you right now," I said with an angry laugh. "You ruined the moment. I was trying to tell you something personal and you fucked it up."
Jockguy was unfazed by my mostly fake disappointment.
"I know what it is! Since I'm 'Jockguy' you must be 'Jockgirl'!"
This time I started laughing. I was sooo pissed at him but it was funny. He always makes me laugh, even when I'm pissed. I hate it!
Jockguy got out of bed and grabbed his laptop off his desk. He crawled back in bed and logged on.
"What's it called?" he asked.
"You aren't gonna look at it now are you?"
"Uhh, yeah."
"I don't want you to read it while I'm here."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It's embarrassing."
"Then why do you write it?"
"No, you reading it is embarrassing."
"Babe, it's fine. I want to read it." Jockguy said with a smile. How can I say no to that smile?!
"And you won't get upset or mad?"
"Why? Did you write something that will make me upset or mad?"
"Well, no but... I don't know. I'm just not sure what your reaction is gonna be."
"You on your period this week?!"
"Fuck you," I laughed, grabbing the laptop. I google-searched the blog and had it opened to my first post in seconds. "Here it is. But be fore you read it, you have to do something for me."
"What?"
I leaned over and gave Jockguy a deep kiss.
"That," I said pulling away.
Jockguy took the laptop and began reading. Within seconds he began laughing.
"'CollegeCumslut'?"
"Shut up and read!" I shouted over my shoulder as I laid nervously.
Jockguy began reading. And reading. And reading. At some point I dozed off. I woke up who knows how long later and Jockguy was still reading.
"You still reading?" I asked in a groggy and scratchy voice.
"Just a sec."
I waited for about 5 minutes until Jockguy was done with his current entry. He closed the laptop and set it aside. He crawled under the covers. I laid my head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around me. I waited for him to say something.
"So, what did you think?" I asked, unable to take the silence.
"I like it," he answered, giving me a squeeze with his arm.
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's hot. The stories are hot. Every story was like being back in the moment it actually happened. I think you should change your major to Writing."
"Thanks. That means so much coming from you. I was scared to tell you about it."
"Why? You know you can do no wrong with me."
"Can I get that in writing?"
"I like it but you HAVE to change my name. Give me a real name. And give yourself a real name too."
"I was actually thinking about giving myself one. I hate writing 'C.C.' instead of a real name. I think it sounds dumb. But I like 'Jockguy'."
"I could be 'Bernard' and you could be 'Willard'," Jockguy deadpanned.
"Oh God. 'Bernard pounded my ass and said "Take it Willard!"'. That's not going to give anyone a boner!"
"Good point."
Jockguy and I continued talking about names for about 15 min. Some were serious but most were dumb. At one point, I suggested "Holden McGroin" for him.
When we had exhausted our brains of funny names, we cuddled up and went to sleep. The next day, Jockguy finished all the posts. He reiterated how much he liked them by giving me a HARD pounding that night.
After he came, he looked at me and said, "That was definitely blog-worthy." :)
Friday, March 4, 2011
Back-up Blog is Running!
I set up a back-up blog in case Google decides to take down this one.
http://collegecumslut.wordpress.com/
I will update this "new" blog when I update here. I prefer the look and feel of this blog, so I'm going to keep this as the main blog until I have to change. Anyways, thanks for all the help and suggestions!
http://collegecumslut.wordpress.com/
I will update this "new" blog when I update here. I prefer the look and feel of this blog, so I'm going to keep this as the main blog until I have to change. Anyways, thanks for all the help and suggestions!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Very Important! Please Read!
I have gotten a couple emails and comments in the last week or so about Google deleting some gay sex blogs. So far, this hasn't happened here (knock on wood!). I need some help in case this does happen. I am not the most computer savvy guy and am not sure what my options are for continuing this blog elsewhere. Are there other free host sites I can run my blog through? If anyone has any information, I'd like to know. I have created a new email in case my gmail account gets deleted along with the blog. If anyone has any good info, please let me know! Write to this email:
collegecumslutofficial@yahoo.com
ALSO - if I do get deleted before letting you guys know about another location for the blog, feel free to email me at the new address above.
I really like having this blog. Writing and hearing feedback from you all has been almost therapeutic. I just wanted you to know I'll be around if Google decides the content of this blog is unfit for their company (dbags!).
Thanks for reading!
C.C.
collegecumslutofficial@yahoo.com
ALSO - if I do get deleted before letting you guys know about another location for the blog, feel free to email me at the new address above.
I really like having this blog. Writing and hearing feedback from you all has been almost therapeutic. I just wanted you to know I'll be around if Google decides the content of this blog is unfit for their company (dbags!).
Thanks for reading!
C.C.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
My Straight Past, Pt. 4..... with sex... ;-)
"I'm so sorry for the last 2 years. I'm sorr-"
"No, don't be," Sarah interrupted. "You had every right. I fucked up."
"I know but I should have gotten over it quicker. You mean too much to me to have shut you out for so long."
"Thank you." Sarah leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm hungry and we need to talk. Let's go grab some food." She leaped up and walked towards the front door, grabbing her coat.
God I missed her.
I quickly got up, threw my coat on, and followed her to my car.
"Where to?" I asked, pulling out of the driveway.
"I don't know. Nothing is going to be open."
"Let's grab something and bring it back here."
Sarah ok'd my plan and we were off. After arguing about where to go, Sarah won out and we went to Subway (I was hoping for Taco Bell. After the recent news about them, I'm glad Sarah convinced me otherwise lol).
While in line watching our sandwiches get made, Sarah nonchalantly wrapped her arm around my waist. In fact, I don't think she realized she was doing because at the time she telling our sandwich maker she wanted extra tomatoes. I didn't really know what to do. Was she just being friendly? Was she hitting on me? I kind of put my arm around her shoulders. She didn't seem to notice.
When it was time to pay, Sarah pushed my hand aside and paid.
"You didn't have to do that," I said, getting in the car.
"Yeah I did. I owe you."
"You think THIS," I said, holding up my sub, "is going to make up for you breaking my heart?"
"We could head downtown and I could buy you another type of footlong, if ya know what I mean."
"Oh God. I get to hear you make "C.C. likes penis" jokes now?"
Sarah started laughing.
"Just drive. We have plenty of time to talk about you liking guys."
When we got back to Sarah's house, we grabbed some drinks and headed up to her room and ate our food.
"Your parents won't mind if I'm up here?"
"They never really cared before. They trust me, you know that."
"They shouldn't. You and I used to get very, very naked in here!"
"Yes, yes we did. And we used to get very naked in the bathroom. And the kitchen. And the family room. And the garden shed that one time."
"Oh my God! I totally forgot about that! That was... That was A LOT of fun." I said, as I started to blush.
Sarah grabbed her drink and laid on her bed.
"That's one of the reasons I was so surprised when Jason told me you were gay."
I got up from the desk chair I was in and joined Sarah on the bed. I grabbed some pillows and propped myself up against the headboard, knowing this conversation would last a while.
"So, you didn't know I was before?"
"Not really. After Jason told me, a couple things started making more sense. But I didn't know."
"How'd you take it?" I asked, curious about her feelings.
"It was... I... It felt weird. On some level it fit and something clicked and I thought "That makes sense." But another part of me was seriously surprised. Like shocked. I didn't believe Jason at first. I thought he was being an idiot, trying to make me stop badgering him. But he told me in a serious tone that he wasn't joking. I was shocked."
"That's funny because Jason wasn't really shocked. He said he had suspected something was up for a while."
"He said you haven't told your family yet?"
"Nope. Haven't told any of them."
"Not even your brothers or cousins?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I just can't get myself to."
Sarah grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers.
"I'd think they'd be the first you tell."
"I know. I think about it every day but... I just can't can't do it." At this point, I got a little choked up. And I am not one to cry. At all. I like to keep those emotions buried deep down lol.
Sarah reached up and wiped a tear from my eye. It was only the second time I had ever cried in front of her.
"Hey. It's ok. You'll do it when it's right. And I know how much your family loves you. It will be ok." She leaned in and hugged me.
"Thanks." I said, hugging her tightly.
"You mind if I ask some questions?" Sarah asked, pulling out of the hug.
"Yes, I like getting fucked and yes, I can give head better than you."
"C.C.!" Sarah shrieked. "Oh my God, you are sick!" She punched me in the stomach. I rolled over laughing.
"That is NOT what I wanted to know. And nobody gives head as well as I do!"
She was kind of right. She gave REALLY good head. But I didn't have the heart, or the courage, to tell her I knew at least 4 guys who do it better.
"Ok, ask away."
"When did you know?"
"I kinda always knew."
"Even when we were together?"
"Before then. I knew something was different when I in first and second grade. I can't explain it, I just knew I was different. I didn't realize until about 5th or 6th grade that the difference was that I liked boys."
Sarah dropped her head and softly asked her next question. "So, was everything between us fake then?"
"What? Of course not! How could you ask that?"
"I can ask that because you're gay!" Sarah said in a very serious tone.
"Babe, I loved you with all my heart. I wanted to MARRY you. I put aside my attraction towards guys because I loved you so much. In fact, if you hadn't broke up with me I would have never tried being with a guy. I was all yours."
"That doesn't sound like you're gay to me."
"Fuck the labels. In my life I have loved two people. You and the guy I'm seeing now. A guy and a girl. I don't care what you call it."
"I just... After I found out, part of me was pissed at you. I was mad because YOU didn't tell me. And I was mad because I thought it meant our relationship was a lie."
"It wasn't a lie. Everything I said and felt was the honest-to-God truth. And I didn't tell you because I didn't want to fuck things up."
"I wouldn't have cared. You know that. I love and loved everything about you. I worshiped you," Sarah said, shedding a tear.
"I was sooo young. I hadn't even BEEN with a guy yet. And I thought there was no sense in telling you because we were going to be together forever and I wouldn't ever have to worry about guys. You were all I needed." I reached out and pulled Sarah into me. I wrapped my arm around her and she rest her head on my chest. "I was SO mad at you when you broke up with me. I was SO mad. You led me along all summer. You had plenty of time to call it off but you waited and waited. But part of me was angry at you because I knew I had to confront my own problems. I knew I had to confront liking guys. Part of the reason I was so pissed at you is because I blamed you for it. I blamed you for pushing me in that direction. Looking back though, I have to thank you. You made it ok for me to explore. You breaking my heart ended up doing me good in the long-run."
Sarah squeezed me tightly and began to cry. I held her, tears rolling down my cheek.
For the next hour, Sarah and I laid on her bed, embracing, not saying a word. I didn't want to talk about "us" anymore. I had finally gotten things out in the open and off my chest. I felt relieved.
At some point, I drifted to sleep. I came to when I heard Sarah open her closet door. I glanced over and saw that she had changed into her "pajamas" - a dark blue wife-beater and panties. I watched her as she moved and straightened things up in her closet. She still had the hottest ass and legs I've ever seen. For a girl, of course ;)
"Stop looking at my ass," Sarah said, startling me. She had always had an uncanny ability to catch me looking at her, even when her back was to me.
"How the fuck do you do that?" I asked, laughing.
"I know you too well. You were always an ass guy. That should have been my first clue." Sarah closed the closet door and got on the bed next to me. I was still half laying down and she was to my right, sitting on the bed.
"So," she said, grabbing a crap load of pillows," tell me about the guy." She used the pillows to prop herself up. She leaned back and sprawled her legs across my lap. "You might as well give me a foot and leg rub while you're at it," she added, smiling.
I grabbed her right foot and started talking.
"Well, what would you like to know?"
"Everything."
"You have a starting point I should begin at?"
"Umm, how about a name and how you met, Genius." I grabbed Sarah's inner thigh and began to squeeze. She started squealing and laughing. She flailed her legs and finally broke from my ticklish grip.
"Asshole!" she said, throwing a pillow at me.
"I missed doing that," I smiled.
"Ok, back to business." Sarah got seated and promptly thrust her feet in my lap.
"His name is Jockguy," I said, rubbing her feet. "He goes to UO."
"How'd you meet?"
"Ummm... Well... It's kind of embarassing."
"This from the guy who told his ex girlfriend he gives better blowjobs than she does!"
"Fair point. We met online."
"That's not embarrassing. A lot of my friends do online dating."
I went to tell her that Craigslist isn't exactly online dating but decided not too.
"Ok, good. Well, yeah. We met online. We talked for a month or so before meeting. Neither of us was out. We ended up meeting for the first time at the Civil War last year."
"Oh my God, your first date was a football game?! He's just like you, isn't he?"
"What is THAT supposed to mean?"
"He's a sports-crazy, testosterone filled jock."
"Oh. Well, then yes, he is like me."
"Dear Lord. There are two of you?!?"
I reached for her thigh but she slapped my hand away.
"I'm sorry! Continue!"
"That's what I thought! Anyways... So yeah, the Civil War was our first date."
"So, you've been together a year?" Sarah asked in a surprised voice.
"Uhhh, kinda."
"What does kinda mean?"
"It's complicated. We are basically a couple but we've never talked about it. We've never talked about being exclusive or anything."
"But are you exclusive?"
"Ummm, not really," I replied with nervous laughter.
"Oh my God, you little slut!" Sarah laughed.
All I could do was laugh.
"You have a picture of him?" she asked.
I grabbed my phone, found a picture of Jockguy, and handed it to her. She studied it for a while without saying anything. Finally, she looked up.
"I hate you."
"What? Why?" I laughed.
"He is hotter than any guy I've hooked up with at school!"
"Well, duh. Grade A bait like this catches only the best," I said, running my hand up and down in front of myself.
Sarah gave me a dirty look and rolled her eyes.
"I'm seriously jealous," she said, looking back at Jockguy's pic.
"Yeah, you should be. He's pretty awesome."
"So, what's he like?" she asked, handing me back the phone.
"Funny, smart, charismatic, sarcastic, sweet, real." I could feel myself smiling like an idiot. But I couldn't help it. Jockguy makes me like that.
"You really like him, don't you?"
I nodded my head. "I really, really do. I love him."
Sarah swung her legs around and crawled over to me, giving me hug.
"I am SO happy for you." She kissed me on the cheek. She cuddled up to me and laid her head on my chest.
"So, why aren't you guys exclusive?"
"Well, I guess you could say I'm making up for lost time." I said with a laugh.
"Just you?"
"No. He's as new to guys as I am. We both have our fun on the side. It's kind of an unspoken agreement."
"I see."
A pause and silence fell over the room. I began to rub Sarah's shoulder. She began tracing her finger up and down my abs. She turned her head and looked me in the eyes.
"What are you thinking?"
"How we never properly had break-up sex." I said with a huge grin.
"Me too."
I moved my hand from her shoulder to her ass and gave it a squeeze. With that, Sarah crawled on top of me and we began kissing. I kicked off my shoes and Sarah pulled off her tanktop. I grabbed her and pulled her into me.
Within seconds we were both naked. And I was transported back in time to this room, this feeling, this girl.
Everything was familiar yet new. Her skin was soft. Hair smelled the same. Her touch was the same. She tasted the same. Yet every sensation and feeling seemed new. I hadn't experienced a woman in such a long time. There body, smell, skin, and touch are so different than a guy's.
And I was different. I took control. I picked her up and moved her. I flipped her over on her back and minutes later, flipped her back on top of me.
It was such a change from sex with guys. And not a bad one.
When we were finished, Sarah's naked body clung to mine like a blanket. I was physically and emotionally drained. I was exhausted and in a sex haze. Before I knew it, I had drifted to sleep.
I awoke about an hour later. Sarah was cuddled up to me, asleep, head on my chest. She was topless but had put on her panties. I gently shook her awake.
"Sarah. Babe." She opened her eyes. "I should probably go before your parents get up."
"No," she said, pulling me back into bed. "They'll be fine. I want you to stay."
Sarah pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me. Her bare chest was against mine.
"I can't really say no to that!" I leaned forward and met my lips to Sarah's. We enjoyed another round before falling asleep again.
Around 11 the next morning, I woke up. Sarah was at her computer, still in just panties.
"Wow," she said looking at the clock. "Awake before 11. You really HAVE changed!"
"Shut it! You know I have a no talking rule when I wake up." I grabbed one of my pillows and threw it at her. "Besides, I need to sneak out of here before your parents find out."
"God! Would you relax. We aren't in high school anymore." Sarah grabbed the pillow and walked over to the bed. She sat on the edge and looked at me. "Last night was... Well, it was fun. And not just the sex. Everything. I really missed you."
"I missed you too. And, yes, last night was fun. Except for the sex. I finally know what turned me onto guys..."
"God, you really haven't changed. Still the same smart-ass you always were."
I smiled and looked away and out the window. I thought of Jockguy.
"What's wrong?"
"Uhh, nothing. I was just thinking about Jockguy. He calls me a smart-ass all the time. His way of saying 'I love you'."
"Oh." Sarah got up and covered her chest with the pillow. "Should we have done this?"
I got out of bed and walked over to her. I pulled her into me and hugged her tightly.
"It's ok. I wanted this just as much as you, if not more. It's ok."
"I just don't want to mess things up for you."
"You won't. I promise."
I held Sarah in my arms. My feelings for her will never change. I love her and always will.
Eventually, Sarah and I both got dressed and ventured downstairs. Luckily, her parents had left. I made Sarah breakfast. We ate and talked about old and new times. I got completely caught up on her life.
As I got ready to leave, a content feeling fell over me. A huge part of my life was back and a hugely painful period in my life was over. As Sarah walked me to the car, seemingly everything in my life was in, or heading in, a positive direction.
"Thanks again for everything," I said as I opened my car door.
"You too. Seeing you has been... amazing. I love you."
I hugged Sarah tightly.
"I love you too. You are the coolest person I know."
We let go and I got in the car.
"Expect to see a lot of me this break," Sarah said.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
I closed my door and watched Sarah walk up her driveway and into her house. I sat in my car and reflected on the last 24 hours. My life had changed so drastically, in such a positive way, that I was giddy.
I pulled out of the driveway and tried to focus on the drive home. But I couldn't. I HAD to call. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone. At a red light, I found the number I needed. Breaking Oregon driving laws, I dialed the number as I started to drive.
"Hello?" Jockguy answered.
"Hey, it's me. You won't believe who I ran into last night..."
~~~The End ~~~
"No, don't be," Sarah interrupted. "You had every right. I fucked up."
"I know but I should have gotten over it quicker. You mean too much to me to have shut you out for so long."
"Thank you." Sarah leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm hungry and we need to talk. Let's go grab some food." She leaped up and walked towards the front door, grabbing her coat.
God I missed her.
I quickly got up, threw my coat on, and followed her to my car.
"Where to?" I asked, pulling out of the driveway.
"I don't know. Nothing is going to be open."
"Let's grab something and bring it back here."
Sarah ok'd my plan and we were off. After arguing about where to go, Sarah won out and we went to Subway (I was hoping for Taco Bell. After the recent news about them, I'm glad Sarah convinced me otherwise lol).
While in line watching our sandwiches get made, Sarah nonchalantly wrapped her arm around my waist. In fact, I don't think she realized she was doing because at the time she telling our sandwich maker she wanted extra tomatoes. I didn't really know what to do. Was she just being friendly? Was she hitting on me? I kind of put my arm around her shoulders. She didn't seem to notice.
When it was time to pay, Sarah pushed my hand aside and paid.
"You didn't have to do that," I said, getting in the car.
"Yeah I did. I owe you."
"You think THIS," I said, holding up my sub, "is going to make up for you breaking my heart?"
"We could head downtown and I could buy you another type of footlong, if ya know what I mean."
"Oh God. I get to hear you make "C.C. likes penis" jokes now?"
Sarah started laughing.
"Just drive. We have plenty of time to talk about you liking guys."
When we got back to Sarah's house, we grabbed some drinks and headed up to her room and ate our food.
"Your parents won't mind if I'm up here?"
"They never really cared before. They trust me, you know that."
"They shouldn't. You and I used to get very, very naked in here!"
"Yes, yes we did. And we used to get very naked in the bathroom. And the kitchen. And the family room. And the garden shed that one time."
"Oh my God! I totally forgot about that! That was... That was A LOT of fun." I said, as I started to blush.
Sarah grabbed her drink and laid on her bed.
"That's one of the reasons I was so surprised when Jason told me you were gay."
I got up from the desk chair I was in and joined Sarah on the bed. I grabbed some pillows and propped myself up against the headboard, knowing this conversation would last a while.
"So, you didn't know I was before?"
"Not really. After Jason told me, a couple things started making more sense. But I didn't know."
"How'd you take it?" I asked, curious about her feelings.
"It was... I... It felt weird. On some level it fit and something clicked and I thought "That makes sense." But another part of me was seriously surprised. Like shocked. I didn't believe Jason at first. I thought he was being an idiot, trying to make me stop badgering him. But he told me in a serious tone that he wasn't joking. I was shocked."
"That's funny because Jason wasn't really shocked. He said he had suspected something was up for a while."
"He said you haven't told your family yet?"
"Nope. Haven't told any of them."
"Not even your brothers or cousins?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I just can't get myself to."
Sarah grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers.
"I'd think they'd be the first you tell."
"I know. I think about it every day but... I just can't can't do it." At this point, I got a little choked up. And I am not one to cry. At all. I like to keep those emotions buried deep down lol.
Sarah reached up and wiped a tear from my eye. It was only the second time I had ever cried in front of her.
"Hey. It's ok. You'll do it when it's right. And I know how much your family loves you. It will be ok." She leaned in and hugged me.
"Thanks." I said, hugging her tightly.
"You mind if I ask some questions?" Sarah asked, pulling out of the hug.
"Yes, I like getting fucked and yes, I can give head better than you."
"C.C.!" Sarah shrieked. "Oh my God, you are sick!" She punched me in the stomach. I rolled over laughing.
"That is NOT what I wanted to know. And nobody gives head as well as I do!"
She was kind of right. She gave REALLY good head. But I didn't have the heart, or the courage, to tell her I knew at least 4 guys who do it better.
"Ok, ask away."
"When did you know?"
"I kinda always knew."
"Even when we were together?"
"Before then. I knew something was different when I in first and second grade. I can't explain it, I just knew I was different. I didn't realize until about 5th or 6th grade that the difference was that I liked boys."
Sarah dropped her head and softly asked her next question. "So, was everything between us fake then?"
"What? Of course not! How could you ask that?"
"I can ask that because you're gay!" Sarah said in a very serious tone.
"Babe, I loved you with all my heart. I wanted to MARRY you. I put aside my attraction towards guys because I loved you so much. In fact, if you hadn't broke up with me I would have never tried being with a guy. I was all yours."
"That doesn't sound like you're gay to me."
"Fuck the labels. In my life I have loved two people. You and the guy I'm seeing now. A guy and a girl. I don't care what you call it."
"I just... After I found out, part of me was pissed at you. I was mad because YOU didn't tell me. And I was mad because I thought it meant our relationship was a lie."
"It wasn't a lie. Everything I said and felt was the honest-to-God truth. And I didn't tell you because I didn't want to fuck things up."
"I wouldn't have cared. You know that. I love and loved everything about you. I worshiped you," Sarah said, shedding a tear.
"I was sooo young. I hadn't even BEEN with a guy yet. And I thought there was no sense in telling you because we were going to be together forever and I wouldn't ever have to worry about guys. You were all I needed." I reached out and pulled Sarah into me. I wrapped my arm around her and she rest her head on my chest. "I was SO mad at you when you broke up with me. I was SO mad. You led me along all summer. You had plenty of time to call it off but you waited and waited. But part of me was angry at you because I knew I had to confront my own problems. I knew I had to confront liking guys. Part of the reason I was so pissed at you is because I blamed you for it. I blamed you for pushing me in that direction. Looking back though, I have to thank you. You made it ok for me to explore. You breaking my heart ended up doing me good in the long-run."
Sarah squeezed me tightly and began to cry. I held her, tears rolling down my cheek.
For the next hour, Sarah and I laid on her bed, embracing, not saying a word. I didn't want to talk about "us" anymore. I had finally gotten things out in the open and off my chest. I felt relieved.
At some point, I drifted to sleep. I came to when I heard Sarah open her closet door. I glanced over and saw that she had changed into her "pajamas" - a dark blue wife-beater and panties. I watched her as she moved and straightened things up in her closet. She still had the hottest ass and legs I've ever seen. For a girl, of course ;)
"Stop looking at my ass," Sarah said, startling me. She had always had an uncanny ability to catch me looking at her, even when her back was to me.
"How the fuck do you do that?" I asked, laughing.
"I know you too well. You were always an ass guy. That should have been my first clue." Sarah closed the closet door and got on the bed next to me. I was still half laying down and she was to my right, sitting on the bed.
"So," she said, grabbing a crap load of pillows," tell me about the guy." She used the pillows to prop herself up. She leaned back and sprawled her legs across my lap. "You might as well give me a foot and leg rub while you're at it," she added, smiling.
I grabbed her right foot and started talking.
"Well, what would you like to know?"
"Everything."
"You have a starting point I should begin at?"
"Umm, how about a name and how you met, Genius." I grabbed Sarah's inner thigh and began to squeeze. She started squealing and laughing. She flailed her legs and finally broke from my ticklish grip.
"Asshole!" she said, throwing a pillow at me.
"I missed doing that," I smiled.
"Ok, back to business." Sarah got seated and promptly thrust her feet in my lap.
"His name is Jockguy," I said, rubbing her feet. "He goes to UO."
"How'd you meet?"
"Ummm... Well... It's kind of embarassing."
"This from the guy who told his ex girlfriend he gives better blowjobs than she does!"
"Fair point. We met online."
"That's not embarrassing. A lot of my friends do online dating."
I went to tell her that Craigslist isn't exactly online dating but decided not too.
"Ok, good. Well, yeah. We met online. We talked for a month or so before meeting. Neither of us was out. We ended up meeting for the first time at the Civil War last year."
"Oh my God, your first date was a football game?! He's just like you, isn't he?"
"What is THAT supposed to mean?"
"He's a sports-crazy, testosterone filled jock."
"Oh. Well, then yes, he is like me."
"Dear Lord. There are two of you?!?"
I reached for her thigh but she slapped my hand away.
"I'm sorry! Continue!"
"That's what I thought! Anyways... So yeah, the Civil War was our first date."
"So, you've been together a year?" Sarah asked in a surprised voice.
"Uhhh, kinda."
"What does kinda mean?"
"It's complicated. We are basically a couple but we've never talked about it. We've never talked about being exclusive or anything."
"But are you exclusive?"
"Ummm, not really," I replied with nervous laughter.
"Oh my God, you little slut!" Sarah laughed.
All I could do was laugh.
"You have a picture of him?" she asked.
I grabbed my phone, found a picture of Jockguy, and handed it to her. She studied it for a while without saying anything. Finally, she looked up.
"I hate you."
"What? Why?" I laughed.
"He is hotter than any guy I've hooked up with at school!"
"Well, duh. Grade A bait like this catches only the best," I said, running my hand up and down in front of myself.
Sarah gave me a dirty look and rolled her eyes.
"I'm seriously jealous," she said, looking back at Jockguy's pic.
"Yeah, you should be. He's pretty awesome."
"So, what's he like?" she asked, handing me back the phone.
"Funny, smart, charismatic, sarcastic, sweet, real." I could feel myself smiling like an idiot. But I couldn't help it. Jockguy makes me like that.
"You really like him, don't you?"
I nodded my head. "I really, really do. I love him."
Sarah swung her legs around and crawled over to me, giving me hug.
"I am SO happy for you." She kissed me on the cheek. She cuddled up to me and laid her head on my chest.
"So, why aren't you guys exclusive?"
"Well, I guess you could say I'm making up for lost time." I said with a laugh.
"Just you?"
"No. He's as new to guys as I am. We both have our fun on the side. It's kind of an unspoken agreement."
"I see."
A pause and silence fell over the room. I began to rub Sarah's shoulder. She began tracing her finger up and down my abs. She turned her head and looked me in the eyes.
"What are you thinking?"
"How we never properly had break-up sex." I said with a huge grin.
"Me too."
I moved my hand from her shoulder to her ass and gave it a squeeze. With that, Sarah crawled on top of me and we began kissing. I kicked off my shoes and Sarah pulled off her tanktop. I grabbed her and pulled her into me.
Within seconds we were both naked. And I was transported back in time to this room, this feeling, this girl.
Everything was familiar yet new. Her skin was soft. Hair smelled the same. Her touch was the same. She tasted the same. Yet every sensation and feeling seemed new. I hadn't experienced a woman in such a long time. There body, smell, skin, and touch are so different than a guy's.
And I was different. I took control. I picked her up and moved her. I flipped her over on her back and minutes later, flipped her back on top of me.
It was such a change from sex with guys. And not a bad one.
When we were finished, Sarah's naked body clung to mine like a blanket. I was physically and emotionally drained. I was exhausted and in a sex haze. Before I knew it, I had drifted to sleep.
I awoke about an hour later. Sarah was cuddled up to me, asleep, head on my chest. She was topless but had put on her panties. I gently shook her awake.
"Sarah. Babe." She opened her eyes. "I should probably go before your parents get up."
"No," she said, pulling me back into bed. "They'll be fine. I want you to stay."
Sarah pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me. Her bare chest was against mine.
"I can't really say no to that!" I leaned forward and met my lips to Sarah's. We enjoyed another round before falling asleep again.
Around 11 the next morning, I woke up. Sarah was at her computer, still in just panties.
"Wow," she said looking at the clock. "Awake before 11. You really HAVE changed!"
"Shut it! You know I have a no talking rule when I wake up." I grabbed one of my pillows and threw it at her. "Besides, I need to sneak out of here before your parents find out."
"God! Would you relax. We aren't in high school anymore." Sarah grabbed the pillow and walked over to the bed. She sat on the edge and looked at me. "Last night was... Well, it was fun. And not just the sex. Everything. I really missed you."
"I missed you too. And, yes, last night was fun. Except for the sex. I finally know what turned me onto guys..."
"God, you really haven't changed. Still the same smart-ass you always were."
I smiled and looked away and out the window. I thought of Jockguy.
"What's wrong?"
"Uhh, nothing. I was just thinking about Jockguy. He calls me a smart-ass all the time. His way of saying 'I love you'."
"Oh." Sarah got up and covered her chest with the pillow. "Should we have done this?"
I got out of bed and walked over to her. I pulled her into me and hugged her tightly.
"It's ok. I wanted this just as much as you, if not more. It's ok."
"I just don't want to mess things up for you."
"You won't. I promise."
I held Sarah in my arms. My feelings for her will never change. I love her and always will.
Eventually, Sarah and I both got dressed and ventured downstairs. Luckily, her parents had left. I made Sarah breakfast. We ate and talked about old and new times. I got completely caught up on her life.
As I got ready to leave, a content feeling fell over me. A huge part of my life was back and a hugely painful period in my life was over. As Sarah walked me to the car, seemingly everything in my life was in, or heading in, a positive direction.
"Thanks again for everything," I said as I opened my car door.
"You too. Seeing you has been... amazing. I love you."
I hugged Sarah tightly.
"I love you too. You are the coolest person I know."
We let go and I got in the car.
"Expect to see a lot of me this break," Sarah said.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
I closed my door and watched Sarah walk up her driveway and into her house. I sat in my car and reflected on the last 24 hours. My life had changed so drastically, in such a positive way, that I was giddy.
I pulled out of the driveway and tried to focus on the drive home. But I couldn't. I HAD to call. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone. At a red light, I found the number I needed. Breaking Oregon driving laws, I dialed the number as I started to drive.
"Hello?" Jockguy answered.
"Hey, it's me. You won't believe who I ran into last night..."
~~~The End ~~~
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
My Straight Past, Pt. 3 (Non-sex)
September 2008 -
"I don't want to hear it! How can you do this to me? I fucking LOVE you!"
"I love you too. But we are going to different schools, in different states. You didn't expect this to last, did you?"
"You have NO faith in me and you never have!"
"I do, I do. I just don't think long distance works."
"How do you know? You've never tried."
"It never works for anybody. You know that."
"Life isn't some fairytale where everything magically happens. You have to work at relationships. Calling it quits without even trying is a dick move."
"Don't be like this, babe. We still have time. We leave in two weeks. Let's make the most of it."
"No... If you are going to end it, you end it now. Not in two weeks, or two days, or two hours... Now."
"... Ok... Now..."
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"Would you like to come in?" Sarah asked.
"Uhhh. Ummm, I don't think so. It's kinda late."
"Oh, come on. It's 12:30."
"I have an early day tomorrow."
Sarah began laughing. "You NEVER wake up before 10, especially on the weekend! Don't pull that bullshit with me! I know you too well!"
I was caught and started to laugh.
"Come on. My parents would love to see you."
Sarah looked at me and smiled. I couldn't resist that smile.
"Alright."
I turned the car off and took my seatbelt off. As I reached for the door handle I hesitated. I hadn't been inside Sarah's house sine we broke up. And I hadn't see her parents since then, either. I took a deep breath and got out of the car.
I followed Sarah up the pathway to the front door. When we reached it, Sarah glanced at me.
"Are you nervous?" she asked, chuckling.
"Uhhh, kinda! I haven't seen your parents in forever!"
"Stop worrying! You know they love you!"
"I know but it's still weird."
"Only if you make it weird!" Sarah said as she opened the door.
My heart began to race as soon as the door opened. Sarah led the way as we walked down the entry into the living room. We heard noise from the family room.
"Mom!" Sarah called out.
"In here." The voice came from the family room.
We made our way down a short hall to the family room entrance. Before getting there, Sarah stopped and whispered in my ear.
"Wait here. I want to surprise them."
"Really?!" I whispered back.
"Just do it!" she replied, shooting me daggers. If I learned ONE thing while dating Sarah, it was not to mess with her when she gave that look! I waited just outside the family room as Sarah entered.
"How was the party?" Sarah's mom asked.
"Great. It was nice seeing everyone again. Where's dad?"
"In bed. Who all was there?"
"The usuals plus about 30 people. I brought you a present."
"Oh?"
"Yup. C.C., come here."
I turned the corner, as ordered. The look on Sarah's mom's face was priceless!
"Oh my God! C.C.! How are you?" she said, as she jumped up and went in for a hug.
"I'm great! It's nice to see you, Mrs. James," I said as we hugged.
"Knock that Mrs. James crap off, you know to call me Laurie!"
Our hug ended and we found our seats. Laurie had a huge smile on her face. I sat next to Sarah on the couch, her mother was in a recliner a few feet away.
"It is so nice to see you! We've missed you around here," Laurie said.
"Yeah, I've missed you guys as well."
"So, I take it you met up with Sarah at the party?"
"Yeah," Sarah jumped in, "he volunteered to give me a ride home after Chelsea bailed."
"Of course he did. He was always a gentlemen," Laurie said to Sarah.
"Oh God, here we go," Sarah said, falling back into the couch. "I don't know why you were nervous. She likes you more than she likes me!"
"You can't really blame her, can you?!?" I said smiling. Laurie burst into laughter as Sarah punched me in the arm.
We continued talking with Laurie for about 30 minutes. She interrogated me like mothers do. I filled her in on school and social life, even if I had to lie about my love for cock :) After I had thoroughly spilled my guts, Laurie decided it was time for her to head to bed.
"It was so nice seeing you," she said as she hugged me again. "Next time, don't wait 2 years in between visits."
"I won't," I laughed.
Laurie went to bed, leaving Sarah and I alone... In the same room where our relationship had ended 2 years prior.
"God, she just LOVES you!" Sarah said.
"Like I said before, can you really blame here? I am, after all, me."
"Nice to know you have stayed so humble over the years."
A silence fell over the two of us. I couldn't think of anything to say. I glanced over at Sarah, who was mute as well. She flashed a nervous smile.
"Man, this is awkward, isn't it?" she laughed.
"Slightly."
"Well, I'm gonna power through," she said, as she pulled her legs onto the couch and turned to face me. "There is actually something I wanted to talk to you about. I have been talking with Jason a lot lately. You and I stopped talking but Jason and I have stayed pretty close. We were talking the other day and you came up."
I didn't like where this was going. I started squirming in my seat, unable to get comfortable. Sarah noticed and reached out, gently squeezing my arm.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
I wanted to get up and leave but I couldn't. Unable to speak, I nodded my head. She continued.
"I started asking about you. How you were doing, how school was, if you were seeing anyone. Jason became a little defensive. Told me not try and start things up with you again. He said you were going through some things and couldn't deal with me. I wasn't trying to start things up but he thought I was. Anyways, I asked him what you were going through. He said 'some stuff'. I kept asking for specifics but he wouldn't give me any. Finally, I got pissed and practically yelled at him to tell me."
I became really warm and had to take my coat off. I leaned forward and took a huge breath.
"He told you..."
Sarah slid over and wrapped her arms around me.
"Yeah, he did... Please don't be mad at him. I had to practically beat it out of him. It wasn't his fault."
Sarah pulled me into a hug.
"I love you so much. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help." she said, starting to cry.
I gave in and turned so I could hug her. The emotions I was feeling were vast. Pain, happiness, relief, angry, sorrow, regret. I suddenly hated myself for shutting Sarah out of my life. I hated that I hadn't seen her in 2 years. I hated that she had to find out about me through someone else.
Sarah and I embraced on the couch for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of us said anything.
The silence and moment was broken by a text to me from none other than Jason. After responding to it, I looked up at Sarah.
"I'm so sorry for the last 2 years. I'm sorr-"
"No, don't be," Sarah interrupted. "You had every right. I fucked up."
"I know but I should have gotten over it quicker. You mean too much to me to have shut you out for so long."
"Thank you." Sarah leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm hungry and we need to talk. Let's go grab some food." She leaped up and walked towards the front door, grabbing her coat.
God I missed her...
"I don't want to hear it! How can you do this to me? I fucking LOVE you!"
"I love you too. But we are going to different schools, in different states. You didn't expect this to last, did you?"
"You have NO faith in me and you never have!"
"I do, I do. I just don't think long distance works."
"How do you know? You've never tried."
"It never works for anybody. You know that."
"Life isn't some fairytale where everything magically happens. You have to work at relationships. Calling it quits without even trying is a dick move."
"Don't be like this, babe. We still have time. We leave in two weeks. Let's make the most of it."
"No... If you are going to end it, you end it now. Not in two weeks, or two days, or two hours... Now."
"... Ok... Now..."
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"Would you like to come in?" Sarah asked.
"Uhhh. Ummm, I don't think so. It's kinda late."
"Oh, come on. It's 12:30."
"I have an early day tomorrow."
Sarah began laughing. "You NEVER wake up before 10, especially on the weekend! Don't pull that bullshit with me! I know you too well!"
I was caught and started to laugh.
"Come on. My parents would love to see you."
Sarah looked at me and smiled. I couldn't resist that smile.
"Alright."
I turned the car off and took my seatbelt off. As I reached for the door handle I hesitated. I hadn't been inside Sarah's house sine we broke up. And I hadn't see her parents since then, either. I took a deep breath and got out of the car.
I followed Sarah up the pathway to the front door. When we reached it, Sarah glanced at me.
"Are you nervous?" she asked, chuckling.
"Uhhh, kinda! I haven't seen your parents in forever!"
"Stop worrying! You know they love you!"
"I know but it's still weird."
"Only if you make it weird!" Sarah said as she opened the door.
My heart began to race as soon as the door opened. Sarah led the way as we walked down the entry into the living room. We heard noise from the family room.
"Mom!" Sarah called out.
"In here." The voice came from the family room.
We made our way down a short hall to the family room entrance. Before getting there, Sarah stopped and whispered in my ear.
"Wait here. I want to surprise them."
"Really?!" I whispered back.
"Just do it!" she replied, shooting me daggers. If I learned ONE thing while dating Sarah, it was not to mess with her when she gave that look! I waited just outside the family room as Sarah entered.
"How was the party?" Sarah's mom asked.
"Great. It was nice seeing everyone again. Where's dad?"
"In bed. Who all was there?"
"The usuals plus about 30 people. I brought you a present."
"Oh?"
"Yup. C.C., come here."
I turned the corner, as ordered. The look on Sarah's mom's face was priceless!
"Oh my God! C.C.! How are you?" she said, as she jumped up and went in for a hug.
"I'm great! It's nice to see you, Mrs. James," I said as we hugged.
"Knock that Mrs. James crap off, you know to call me Laurie!"
Our hug ended and we found our seats. Laurie had a huge smile on her face. I sat next to Sarah on the couch, her mother was in a recliner a few feet away.
"It is so nice to see you! We've missed you around here," Laurie said.
"Yeah, I've missed you guys as well."
"So, I take it you met up with Sarah at the party?"
"Yeah," Sarah jumped in, "he volunteered to give me a ride home after Chelsea bailed."
"Of course he did. He was always a gentlemen," Laurie said to Sarah.
"Oh God, here we go," Sarah said, falling back into the couch. "I don't know why you were nervous. She likes you more than she likes me!"
"You can't really blame her, can you?!?" I said smiling. Laurie burst into laughter as Sarah punched me in the arm.
We continued talking with Laurie for about 30 minutes. She interrogated me like mothers do. I filled her in on school and social life, even if I had to lie about my love for cock :) After I had thoroughly spilled my guts, Laurie decided it was time for her to head to bed.
"It was so nice seeing you," she said as she hugged me again. "Next time, don't wait 2 years in between visits."
"I won't," I laughed.
Laurie went to bed, leaving Sarah and I alone... In the same room where our relationship had ended 2 years prior.
"God, she just LOVES you!" Sarah said.
"Like I said before, can you really blame here? I am, after all, me."
"Nice to know you have stayed so humble over the years."
A silence fell over the two of us. I couldn't think of anything to say. I glanced over at Sarah, who was mute as well. She flashed a nervous smile.
"Man, this is awkward, isn't it?" she laughed.
"Slightly."
"Well, I'm gonna power through," she said, as she pulled her legs onto the couch and turned to face me. "There is actually something I wanted to talk to you about. I have been talking with Jason a lot lately. You and I stopped talking but Jason and I have stayed pretty close. We were talking the other day and you came up."
I didn't like where this was going. I started squirming in my seat, unable to get comfortable. Sarah noticed and reached out, gently squeezing my arm.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
I wanted to get up and leave but I couldn't. Unable to speak, I nodded my head. She continued.
"I started asking about you. How you were doing, how school was, if you were seeing anyone. Jason became a little defensive. Told me not try and start things up with you again. He said you were going through some things and couldn't deal with me. I wasn't trying to start things up but he thought I was. Anyways, I asked him what you were going through. He said 'some stuff'. I kept asking for specifics but he wouldn't give me any. Finally, I got pissed and practically yelled at him to tell me."
I became really warm and had to take my coat off. I leaned forward and took a huge breath.
"He told you..."
Sarah slid over and wrapped her arms around me.
"Yeah, he did... Please don't be mad at him. I had to practically beat it out of him. It wasn't his fault."
Sarah pulled me into a hug.
"I love you so much. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help." she said, starting to cry.
I gave in and turned so I could hug her. The emotions I was feeling were vast. Pain, happiness, relief, angry, sorrow, regret. I suddenly hated myself for shutting Sarah out of my life. I hated that I hadn't seen her in 2 years. I hated that she had to find out about me through someone else.
Sarah and I embraced on the couch for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of us said anything.
The silence and moment was broken by a text to me from none other than Jason. After responding to it, I looked up at Sarah.
"I'm so sorry for the last 2 years. I'm sorr-"
"No, don't be," Sarah interrupted. "You had every right. I fucked up."
"I know but I should have gotten over it quicker. You mean too much to me to have shut you out for so long."
"Thank you." Sarah leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm hungry and we need to talk. Let's go grab some food." She leaped up and walked towards the front door, grabbing her coat.
God I missed her...
Thursday, January 20, 2011
My Straight Past, Pt. 1 (Non sex)
This post doesn't involve any of my usual hijinks. In fact, there is no sex at all. This is more of a glimpse into my non-sexual side.
My Straight Past, Pt. 1
The best thing about winter break for me is getting together with friends from high school. It's really the only time all my old friends are in town at the same time. The weekend before Christmas, we decided to get together at a friends house. He invited a bunch of people from our class, so it was going to be a huge party. That night, I picked a couple friends up and headed out.
When we got to the house, it was packed. We made our rounds. I saw some people I hadn't seen since graduation. After talking with some people, I found the host, Jason, my best friend.
"Hey dude, this party is insane!"
"I know. I wasn't expecting this many people!"
"It's pretty sweet. I haven't seen some of these people forever."
We made our way into the kitchen to grab some drinks. Surprisingly, we were the only people in there. Jason grabbed us each a beer and we started talking. We got caught up on school and social life.
"So, have you come out to anyone else?" Jason asked.
"Nope. Still just my friends at school. And you."
"So, no one else here?"
"Nope. Jeff Simons and Jordan Cobbley might know. We know some of the same people at Oregon."
"I didn't invite them, so they shouldn't be here. Jeff is still a prick!"
"Hahaha, I know. He's always been an asshole. Who else did you invite?"
"Most of them are here, so whoever you saw. A couple people couldn't make it."
Jason looked at me and swallowed hard. "I invited Sarah."
I stood there, staring at him. I took a long drink from my bottle.
"I know things are still weird between you too but I couldn't NOT invite her."
I took another drink and swallowed.
"Yeah, I know," I sighed. "It's ok, you did what you had to do. I'll just try and avoid her. Wouldn't want to cause a scene," I laughed, kind of nervously.
"Have you guys still not talked?"
"Nope."
"Damn... Well, she said she'd be late, so you can have some fun before she gets here."
"Thanks," I replied sarcastically.
Fun is what I had for the next hour or so. After the conversation with Jason in the kitchen, I went into the front room to take my mind off of things. I joined a beerpong game and soon forgot about everything. I was having a blast.
After a couple rounds f beerpong, and many other drinking games, I headed to the family room, where the music and couches/chairs were. The seats were taken but I found a couple friends standing and talking so I joined them.
In the middle of a heated discussion over "Family Guy" vs. "Simpsons" (yes, I am involved in this conversation again lol), I noticed a tall brunette standing with her back to us. I hadn't seen her in 2 years but I knew it was her. My heart began to beat rapidly. I got excited, nervous, and anxious all at the same time. I didn't know what to do. Do I go up and say hi? Do I ignore her? Do I pick a fight?
All the possible scenarios went through my head... except the one that happened. Sarah turned around and made eye contact with me. I froze. She froze. We stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Sarah finally broke the staring as she lifted her hand in a half wave and smiled. That fucking smile! I half-smiled and waved back.
Sarah grabbed her drink off of a bookshelf and made her way towards me. Surprisingly, I started to calm down. I lowered my head and took a deep breath as she approached. Lifting my head, I was face to face with the first of two people I have truly loved. ..
My Straight Past, Pt. 1
The best thing about winter break for me is getting together with friends from high school. It's really the only time all my old friends are in town at the same time. The weekend before Christmas, we decided to get together at a friends house. He invited a bunch of people from our class, so it was going to be a huge party. That night, I picked a couple friends up and headed out.
When we got to the house, it was packed. We made our rounds. I saw some people I hadn't seen since graduation. After talking with some people, I found the host, Jason, my best friend.
"Hey dude, this party is insane!"
"I know. I wasn't expecting this many people!"
"It's pretty sweet. I haven't seen some of these people forever."
We made our way into the kitchen to grab some drinks. Surprisingly, we were the only people in there. Jason grabbed us each a beer and we started talking. We got caught up on school and social life.
"So, have you come out to anyone else?" Jason asked.
"Nope. Still just my friends at school. And you."
"So, no one else here?"
"Nope. Jeff Simons and Jordan Cobbley might know. We know some of the same people at Oregon."
"I didn't invite them, so they shouldn't be here. Jeff is still a prick!"
"Hahaha, I know. He's always been an asshole. Who else did you invite?"
"Most of them are here, so whoever you saw. A couple people couldn't make it."
Jason looked at me and swallowed hard. "I invited Sarah."
I stood there, staring at him. I took a long drink from my bottle.
"I know things are still weird between you too but I couldn't NOT invite her."
I took another drink and swallowed.
"Yeah, I know," I sighed. "It's ok, you did what you had to do. I'll just try and avoid her. Wouldn't want to cause a scene," I laughed, kind of nervously.
"Have you guys still not talked?"
"Nope."
"Damn... Well, she said she'd be late, so you can have some fun before she gets here."
"Thanks," I replied sarcastically.
Fun is what I had for the next hour or so. After the conversation with Jason in the kitchen, I went into the front room to take my mind off of things. I joined a beerpong game and soon forgot about everything. I was having a blast.
After a couple rounds f beerpong, and many other drinking games, I headed to the family room, where the music and couches/chairs were. The seats were taken but I found a couple friends standing and talking so I joined them.
In the middle of a heated discussion over "Family Guy" vs. "Simpsons" (yes, I am involved in this conversation again lol), I noticed a tall brunette standing with her back to us. I hadn't seen her in 2 years but I knew it was her. My heart began to beat rapidly. I got excited, nervous, and anxious all at the same time. I didn't know what to do. Do I go up and say hi? Do I ignore her? Do I pick a fight?
All the possible scenarios went through my head... except the one that happened. Sarah turned around and made eye contact with me. I froze. She froze. We stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Sarah finally broke the staring as she lifted her hand in a half wave and smiled. That fucking smile! I half-smiled and waved back.
Sarah grabbed her drink off of a bookshelf and made her way towards me. Surprisingly, I started to calm down. I lowered my head and took a deep breath as she approached. Lifting my head, I was face to face with the first of two people I have truly loved. ..
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Happy New Year!
Happy 2011! Hope everyone had a fun and safe NYE.
Since regular resolutions are lame and nobody ever sticks to the, I've decided to make slutty resolutions for the new year! Feel free to suggest any resolutions you think I need to add to the list :)
1. Threesome! I'm dying to have 2 hotties at once!
2. Cum handsfree - I've done this once and it was awesome! I promised myself I would do it again :)
3. Sex in a swimming pool - What could be more fun than that?!?
4. Fuck/get fucked by an athlete from school - Maybe I can help our football team celebrate after the 10th ;)
5. Bag me an older guy - The oldest guy I've been with was 28. I'm not totally into older guys but a lot of my peers are, so why not try it once! Gonna find a hot guy around 40 and see what all the fuss is about ;)
6. Get a little wet - WS kinda looks fun to me. Been thinking about asking Jockguy to unload on my chest while we shower :)
There you have it! My slutty resolutions for 2011! Which one should I make happen first?
Since regular resolutions are lame and nobody ever sticks to the, I've decided to make slutty resolutions for the new year! Feel free to suggest any resolutions you think I need to add to the list :)
1. Threesome! I'm dying to have 2 hotties at once!
2. Cum handsfree - I've done this once and it was awesome! I promised myself I would do it again :)
3. Sex in a swimming pool - What could be more fun than that?!?
4. Fuck/get fucked by an athlete from school - Maybe I can help our football team celebrate after the 10th ;)
5. Bag me an older guy - The oldest guy I've been with was 28. I'm not totally into older guys but a lot of my peers are, so why not try it once! Gonna find a hot guy around 40 and see what all the fuss is about ;)
6. Get a little wet - WS kinda looks fun to me. Been thinking about asking Jockguy to unload on my chest while we shower :)
There you have it! My slutty resolutions for 2011! Which one should I make happen first?
Monday, December 20, 2010
Asserting My Dominance... then Getting Fucked
I know, I know, I promised that things would pick up around here and I'd get to more updates. And, obviously, I've broken that promise! Things went from hectic to chaotic. This term was horrible. This was far and away the worst term of my college career in terms of workload. The professor I mentioned before, who I have nicknamed Bitchy McCuntstain to my friends, was a fucking nightmare. She alone made my life a living hell! I'm not one to complain about teachers. I come from a family of teachers and know the kind of shit they have to put up with. But this lady is fucking horrible! And on top of that, I had a pretty bad Thanksgiving break. Nothing really noteworthy, just some family drama.
Only two things gave me the ability to survive this. First, my Ducks! Or should I say, my BCS bound Ducks :) I can't believe we are going to the Natty! It's gonna be sweet!
And second, and most importantly, Jockguy. He has been amazing these last couple weeks. He calms me down when I get angry and frustrated and helps me focus on what I need to do. Plus, he's fucking hot :)
This encounter happened right before Thanksgiving. I wrote it up over Thanksgiving but just didn't have the time or energy to spell-check and post it... That sounds sooo sad when I read it lol. Enjoy :)
Asserting My Dominance... then Getting Fucked
Right before Thanksgiving, Jockguy and I were watching a basketball game on tv (Go Blazers!). Jockguy was in a cocky mood and started talking about how great of a basketball player he is. I had seen him play and he is ok but by no means great. I, on the other hand, am pretty damn good. I've played since I was 5. I played throughout high school, making varsity as a sophomore and being the captain of the team my senior year. In other words, I gots me some skillz :) Now, I am also a competitive asshole. I can't stand to lose. And I tend to talk a lot of trash when I play (you all know how much I like to run my mouth!). Because of this, I don't play serious ball with people I like. I'll play with friends but it's mostly fun, pick-up games.
Anyways, Jockguy started playfully, yet seriously, talking crap, saying if we ever played a little 1-on-1, he'd kick my ass. I went along with it for a while but he kept at me. I could feel my competitive asshole persona come out. After a couple minutes of talking from Jockguy, I agreed that we'd play the next day.
So, the next day, after class, I met Jockguy at one of the courts on campus. Jockguy immediately started talking crap. I let it go and didn't say anything.
"So, after I slaughter you, I get your ass for the rest of the week," Jockguy said in a very cocky tone.
Up to that point, I was going to take it easy. But I just couldn't let that fucker win! You are fucking dead I thought to myself.
I got the ball first. Jockguy got right up on me, trying to D me up. I drove to the right, blowing right past him for the layup.
"1-0". Jockguy had a surprised look on his face. He had never seen me play serious, focused ball.
I got the ball again. This time he fell off me a little, learning his lesson from my first point. Except he left a little too much space between us. I hit a 3 right in his face.
"3-0". The look on Jockguy's face was priceless. He knew he was fucked. I felt no sympathy for him :)
After about 10 or 15 minutes, I ended up winning 11-3. After I hit the winner, I stood there and stared at Jockguy. He looked back and gave me the funniest look ever.
"Oh God, I'm gonna hear about this forever, aren't I?"
"Hear about what? How you talked an endless amount of shit only to get your ass slaughtered?"
"Fuck. This week is gonna suck."
"Not as much as your basketball 'skills'". I air-quoted when I said skills.
"Watch it! I may suck at basketball but I'll kick your ass!"
"After watching you play basketball, I'm not really concerned about you kicking my ass anymore. In fact, all that unbridled lust I felt for you is gone. It left right about the time you airballed those 2 jumpers!"
"I fucking hate you. You are such a smart ass. Can we go now?"
"If I were you, I'd wanna leave here as soon as possible too."
"Fuck," Jockguy sighed.
We walked to Jockguy's apartment. I made awesome comments the whole way there :)
When we got to Jockguy's place, we headed to the shower. We both stripped and hopped in. I grabbed the soap and started rubbing Jockguy.
"I thought your lust for me was gone?"
"It is. I'm doing this outta sympathy."
"Sure. You know, I wasn't even that bad. Most of my shots were close."
I started laughing. Jockguy grabbed me by the balls and started to squeeze.
"Ok, ok, ok!," I screamed. "I'm sorry. You are an amazing basketball player who just had an off day."
"That's better." Jockguy released me from his strong grip. We rinsed, got out of the shower, dried off, and headed to Jockguy's room.
We climbed on his bed and started to kiss.
"You know you really aren't a bad player," I said in between kisses.
"Thanks."
"In fact, I hear the WNBA is having tryouts. You should go!"
Jockguy jumped up and pounced on me. He grabbed my arms and slammed them above my head, into the bed. Of course, I was laughing.
"You think you are funny? I'm gonna beat the shit out of you!" Jockguy yelled.
"What? I just figured the WNBA was the only option after I turned you into a woman on the court!"
"God, you just LOVE to run your mouth. How many times do I have to teach you not to do that?"
"Apparently you're a piss-poor teacher cause I have yet to learn my lesson. Plus, you LOVE when I run my mouth. It gives you an excuse to be rough!"
"I think you are confusing 'hatred' and 'annoyance' for 'love'. I have to control myself from not killing you. Thus the hard fucking."
"Whatever... At least I don't suck at basketball."
Jockguy's grip on my wrists tightened. He ground his knees into my thighs. He slightly squinted his eyes.
"Come on," I egged. "Get pissed and pound me!"
Jockguy stared into my eyes. His eyes were on fire. I knew he was ready to take my ass. He had that "I'm gonna pound you to within an inch of your life" look on his face. I waited for him to make the first move.
All of a sudden, his intense look faded and a giant smirk crawled across his face. He released his grip on my hands and rolled off of me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, very confused.
"You're right. I'm a horrible teacher. You run your mouth and I give you exactly what you want." Jockguy got off the bed and pulled on a pair of jogging pants. "This time, I'm not giving you want you want." Jockguy smiled from ear to ear.
"What, so you're not gonna put out?"
"Exactly," Jockguy said. "You catch on quick!"
Jockguy walked down the hall and into the living room. I was kind of shocked. After sitting there for a second, I grabbed my shorts, pulled them on, and headed to the living room. When I got there, Jockguy was watching tv.
"Ok, so how long is this going to go on?" I asked as I sat down next to Jockguy.
"3 days," Jockguy matter-of-factly replied.
"WHAT?!?" I yelled, horrified. "You sentenced me?!?"
"Yup. 1 day for beating me, 1 day for the WNBA comment and 1 day because you're a dick."
I looked Jockguyin the face. He was smirking. I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. I decided to test him.
"Ok," I said, standing up," I guess I'll have to find someone else to fuck this ass."
I grabbed my shorts, pulled them down, and bent over. My ass was directly in Jockguy's face. I wiggled it from side to side, laughing. All of a sudden, I heard a loud cracking sound and my right ass cheek began to burn. Jockguy had slapped my ass just about as hard as he could!
"OWWW!," I yelped, pulling my shorts up. "That fucking hurt!"
Jockguy was on the couch, doubled over laughing.
"It's not funny! That fucking hurt!"
"Serves you right!"
"We'll see about that!" I grabbed Jockguy and pinned him to the couch.
Now, as you guys know, with Jockguy, I'm mostly submissive. He is a fucking stud and loves to be in charge. He loves to throw me around and pin me to the bed. All this despite the fact that I have about 20lbs on him, mostly muscle. I don't ever use my size though. I've always been more of a gentle giant :)
Up until this point, I hadn't EVER used my size and strength to it's full advantage against Jockguy. When I jumped on him and pinned him, he tried to get up but he could. He had a surprised and panicked look in his eyes. I gripped his arms tightly and held them in place at his sides.
"Now you listen to me," I said, staring him in the eyes. "There is no way in hell I'm waiting 3 days. You're going to get up, take me to your bed, and fuck the hell out of me. Got that?" I had an evil smile on my face.
"You know that when you let me up, I'm gonna kick your ass, right?" Jockguy threatened.
"As long as you fuck me, you can do whatever you want."
I released Jockguy's arms and got off of him. We both stood up and stared at each other. I smiled.
Jockguy grabbed my head and pulled me into a soft and passionate kiss.
"If you were any other guy, I'd kick the shit out of you and send you on your way," Jockguy said. "But you are too damn cute."
"Thanks." I reached out and pulled him into another kiss. "You still suck at basketball though."
Jockguy grabbed me by the waistband on my shorts and marched me into his room. He closed the door and ripped off his pants. He pulled my shorts off and shoved me onto the bed. Jockguy crawled onto the bed and started to kiss his way up my body, toes first. He licked and sucked my toes, then moved up my leg. He bypassed my hard cock and made his way up my abs to my chest. After paying some attention to my neck, Jockguy and I were face to face, eye to eye.
We laid there, our eyes focused on one another. Jockguy grabbed my hands in his and put them above my head, pinning them to the bed. He leaned down and touched his lips to mine. I opened my mouth, inviting his tongue to explore like it had done countless times before. We started to passionately kiss.
Instinctively, I tried to wrap my arms and hands around Jockguy to pull our bodies impossibly closer. My arms lifted slightly off the bed before being forcefully shoved back to the bed.
"You aren't the only one that can use his muscle," Jockguy smirked.
"You call that muscle? You're a pussy compared to me."
Jockguy's grip on my wrists tightened.
"Oh really?!?" Jockguy said with an evil smile on his face.
"Yup. P-U-S-S-Y pussy."
"I know you are only doing this to get me going."
"That's not a bad thing!" I laughed. "Is it working?"
"I don't know. You tell me." Jockguy started grinding his hips against mine. His hard cock felt like a steel pole against thighs.
With that, I flung my arms up and away from Jockguy's grip. I grabbed him under the arms, hugged, and flipped him onto his back. I now sat in the position Jockguy had just been in.
"THAT was real muscle."
I leaned down and kissed Jockguy. I plunged my tongue into his mouth to savor his taste. I ran my hands up and down his body, feeling his tight, perfect abs and chest. I started to grind my cock against his. As usual, I was leaking a river of precum, making our cocks slip and slide against each other. The feeling of our cocks sliding against one another and against our abs was almost too much. I had to pull up before exploding.
I kissed and licked my way down Jockguy's chest and stomach. I kissed around his cock. I licked and sucked on his balls. Finally, I took his precum soaked cock in my mouth. He immediately started moaning and thrusting his hips. Within seconds, Jockguy was bucking his hips and holding my head down on his cock. I was getting quite the face fuck!
After a couple minutes of fucking my mouth, Jockguy pulled out. His cock was sloppy and wet. He hopped up and crawled to the foot of the bed.
"You ready to get pounded?!?" he said, smiling ear to ear.
I got on all fours and stuck my hole up and out for him to use.
"I'll take that as a yes!"
Jockguy leaned down and spit onto my waiting hole. I soon felt his warm tongue as he licked my ass. Jockguy's tongue started to slowly loosen my hole as he pushed it further and further in. I moaned as I felt his warm, wet tongue wash over me. He continued to eat my hole until I finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck me! You have to fuck me!" I begged.
Jockguy pulled his tongue from my hole. Head on the bed, ass in the air, I waited for his cock. I heard him spit in his hand and lube up his hard dick. A second later, I felt his huge cockhead push against my hungry hole. After some minor resistance, Jockguy popped inside of me. He slowly filled me with his huge cock. Pretty soon, he was balls-deep inside of me.
Jockguy leaned down and kissed my neck, right under my right ear.
"I own this ass," Jockguy whispered. He licked and kissed his way to my left ear. "Your hole belongs to me."
I was SO turned on. I almost blew my load then. I began to push my ass up, in hopes of getting Jockguy to slide even deeper inside me. He took the hint and started to fuck me. He moved his hips up and down as his torso stayed still. His chest was pressed against my back. I could feel his breathe on my right ear as he began to thrust his cock deep inside me.
Jockguy was hitting all the right spots and I began to moan.
"Oh my God. Oh my God. Fuck me!"
Jockguy responded by pushing himself off my back, grabbing my hips, and kicking it up a couple notches. He started to pound me. His quads slammed into the back of my thighs. His balls slapped against my taint.
"Your hole is so fucking hot! Take my raw cock in you ass!"
We had only been fucking for about 5 minutes but I couldn't take it anymore. We put in about 2 hours of foreplay. I grabbed my cock and furiously started to stroke it. Within seconds I felt my orgasm come on.
"I'm gonna cum! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!" I screamed.
To be honest, Jockguy couldn't fuck me any harder than he already was! So he continued to plow my hole while I started to cum. I shot 5 or 6 HUGE ribbons of cum onto the bed. I became light headed after the 2nd or 3rd shot. A wave of pure pleasure and ecstasy poured over me. I was in heaven :)
And so was Jockguy. He continued to pound away at my hole. After I came back to reality, I focused on making this as good for him as it was for me. I pushed my ass into Jockguy everytime he thrust forward. I began clenching my ass. I wanted him to enjoy my hole like no other. I wanted him to know he really did own it.
After another 10 minutes of pounding me doggy, Jockguy ordered me on my back. I flipped around and shot my legs in the air. Jockguy lined his cock up to my hole and shoved it all the way in in one motion.
"OHHHHHH FUCK! Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Jockguy pulled my legs over his shoulders, grabbed me around the thighs and started pound me. I was rock hard again.
"I want your cum! Cum in my hole!" I egged.
Jockguy's thrusts got shorter and quicker. His face intensified.
"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna load your hole!"
With one last, powerful thrust, Jockguy emptied his balls into my used hole. He unloaded a huge load deep inside of me. Exhausted, Jockguy fell on top of me, his cock popping out of my hole in the process. We kissed as our sweaty bodies came together.
We laid in bed for a while, not really talking. We were on a high that was too good for words. Jockguy held me in his arms, pulling me close into him.
After the high wore off, I turned to Jockguy.
"Are there any other sports that you think you are good at but, in reality,
really suck at?!?"
His hand immediately reached out at slapped me on the head.
Only two things gave me the ability to survive this. First, my Ducks! Or should I say, my BCS bound Ducks :) I can't believe we are going to the Natty! It's gonna be sweet!
And second, and most importantly, Jockguy. He has been amazing these last couple weeks. He calms me down when I get angry and frustrated and helps me focus on what I need to do. Plus, he's fucking hot :)
This encounter happened right before Thanksgiving. I wrote it up over Thanksgiving but just didn't have the time or energy to spell-check and post it... That sounds sooo sad when I read it lol. Enjoy :)
Asserting My Dominance... then Getting Fucked
Right before Thanksgiving, Jockguy and I were watching a basketball game on tv (Go Blazers!). Jockguy was in a cocky mood and started talking about how great of a basketball player he is. I had seen him play and he is ok but by no means great. I, on the other hand, am pretty damn good. I've played since I was 5. I played throughout high school, making varsity as a sophomore and being the captain of the team my senior year. In other words, I gots me some skillz :) Now, I am also a competitive asshole. I can't stand to lose. And I tend to talk a lot of trash when I play (you all know how much I like to run my mouth!). Because of this, I don't play serious ball with people I like. I'll play with friends but it's mostly fun, pick-up games.
Anyways, Jockguy started playfully, yet seriously, talking crap, saying if we ever played a little 1-on-1, he'd kick my ass. I went along with it for a while but he kept at me. I could feel my competitive asshole persona come out. After a couple minutes of talking from Jockguy, I agreed that we'd play the next day.
So, the next day, after class, I met Jockguy at one of the courts on campus. Jockguy immediately started talking crap. I let it go and didn't say anything.
"So, after I slaughter you, I get your ass for the rest of the week," Jockguy said in a very cocky tone.
Up to that point, I was going to take it easy. But I just couldn't let that fucker win! You are fucking dead I thought to myself.
I got the ball first. Jockguy got right up on me, trying to D me up. I drove to the right, blowing right past him for the layup.
"1-0". Jockguy had a surprised look on his face. He had never seen me play serious, focused ball.
I got the ball again. This time he fell off me a little, learning his lesson from my first point. Except he left a little too much space between us. I hit a 3 right in his face.
"3-0". The look on Jockguy's face was priceless. He knew he was fucked. I felt no sympathy for him :)
After about 10 or 15 minutes, I ended up winning 11-3. After I hit the winner, I stood there and stared at Jockguy. He looked back and gave me the funniest look ever.
"Oh God, I'm gonna hear about this forever, aren't I?"
"Hear about what? How you talked an endless amount of shit only to get your ass slaughtered?"
"Fuck. This week is gonna suck."
"Not as much as your basketball 'skills'". I air-quoted when I said skills.
"Watch it! I may suck at basketball but I'll kick your ass!"
"After watching you play basketball, I'm not really concerned about you kicking my ass anymore. In fact, all that unbridled lust I felt for you is gone. It left right about the time you airballed those 2 jumpers!"
"I fucking hate you. You are such a smart ass. Can we go now?"
"If I were you, I'd wanna leave here as soon as possible too."
"Fuck," Jockguy sighed.
We walked to Jockguy's apartment. I made awesome comments the whole way there :)
When we got to Jockguy's place, we headed to the shower. We both stripped and hopped in. I grabbed the soap and started rubbing Jockguy.
"I thought your lust for me was gone?"
"It is. I'm doing this outta sympathy."
"Sure. You know, I wasn't even that bad. Most of my shots were close."
I started laughing. Jockguy grabbed me by the balls and started to squeeze.
"Ok, ok, ok!," I screamed. "I'm sorry. You are an amazing basketball player who just had an off day."
"That's better." Jockguy released me from his strong grip. We rinsed, got out of the shower, dried off, and headed to Jockguy's room.
We climbed on his bed and started to kiss.
"You know you really aren't a bad player," I said in between kisses.
"Thanks."
"In fact, I hear the WNBA is having tryouts. You should go!"
Jockguy jumped up and pounced on me. He grabbed my arms and slammed them above my head, into the bed. Of course, I was laughing.
"You think you are funny? I'm gonna beat the shit out of you!" Jockguy yelled.
"What? I just figured the WNBA was the only option after I turned you into a woman on the court!"
"God, you just LOVE to run your mouth. How many times do I have to teach you not to do that?"
"Apparently you're a piss-poor teacher cause I have yet to learn my lesson. Plus, you LOVE when I run my mouth. It gives you an excuse to be rough!"
"I think you are confusing 'hatred' and 'annoyance' for 'love'. I have to control myself from not killing you. Thus the hard fucking."
"Whatever... At least I don't suck at basketball."
Jockguy's grip on my wrists tightened. He ground his knees into my thighs. He slightly squinted his eyes.
"Come on," I egged. "Get pissed and pound me!"
Jockguy stared into my eyes. His eyes were on fire. I knew he was ready to take my ass. He had that "I'm gonna pound you to within an inch of your life" look on his face. I waited for him to make the first move.
All of a sudden, his intense look faded and a giant smirk crawled across his face. He released his grip on my hands and rolled off of me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, very confused.
"You're right. I'm a horrible teacher. You run your mouth and I give you exactly what you want." Jockguy got off the bed and pulled on a pair of jogging pants. "This time, I'm not giving you want you want." Jockguy smiled from ear to ear.
"What, so you're not gonna put out?"
"Exactly," Jockguy said. "You catch on quick!"
Jockguy walked down the hall and into the living room. I was kind of shocked. After sitting there for a second, I grabbed my shorts, pulled them on, and headed to the living room. When I got there, Jockguy was watching tv.
"Ok, so how long is this going to go on?" I asked as I sat down next to Jockguy.
"3 days," Jockguy matter-of-factly replied.
"WHAT?!?" I yelled, horrified. "You sentenced me?!?"
"Yup. 1 day for beating me, 1 day for the WNBA comment and 1 day because you're a dick."
I looked Jockguyin the face. He was smirking. I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. I decided to test him.
"Ok," I said, standing up," I guess I'll have to find someone else to fuck this ass."
I grabbed my shorts, pulled them down, and bent over. My ass was directly in Jockguy's face. I wiggled it from side to side, laughing. All of a sudden, I heard a loud cracking sound and my right ass cheek began to burn. Jockguy had slapped my ass just about as hard as he could!
"OWWW!," I yelped, pulling my shorts up. "That fucking hurt!"
Jockguy was on the couch, doubled over laughing.
"It's not funny! That fucking hurt!"
"Serves you right!"
"We'll see about that!" I grabbed Jockguy and pinned him to the couch.
Now, as you guys know, with Jockguy, I'm mostly submissive. He is a fucking stud and loves to be in charge. He loves to throw me around and pin me to the bed. All this despite the fact that I have about 20lbs on him, mostly muscle. I don't ever use my size though. I've always been more of a gentle giant :)
Up until this point, I hadn't EVER used my size and strength to it's full advantage against Jockguy. When I jumped on him and pinned him, he tried to get up but he could. He had a surprised and panicked look in his eyes. I gripped his arms tightly and held them in place at his sides.
"Now you listen to me," I said, staring him in the eyes. "There is no way in hell I'm waiting 3 days. You're going to get up, take me to your bed, and fuck the hell out of me. Got that?" I had an evil smile on my face.
"You know that when you let me up, I'm gonna kick your ass, right?" Jockguy threatened.
"As long as you fuck me, you can do whatever you want."
I released Jockguy's arms and got off of him. We both stood up and stared at each other. I smiled.
Jockguy grabbed my head and pulled me into a soft and passionate kiss.
"If you were any other guy, I'd kick the shit out of you and send you on your way," Jockguy said. "But you are too damn cute."
"Thanks." I reached out and pulled him into another kiss. "You still suck at basketball though."
Jockguy grabbed me by the waistband on my shorts and marched me into his room. He closed the door and ripped off his pants. He pulled my shorts off and shoved me onto the bed. Jockguy crawled onto the bed and started to kiss his way up my body, toes first. He licked and sucked my toes, then moved up my leg. He bypassed my hard cock and made his way up my abs to my chest. After paying some attention to my neck, Jockguy and I were face to face, eye to eye.
We laid there, our eyes focused on one another. Jockguy grabbed my hands in his and put them above my head, pinning them to the bed. He leaned down and touched his lips to mine. I opened my mouth, inviting his tongue to explore like it had done countless times before. We started to passionately kiss.
Instinctively, I tried to wrap my arms and hands around Jockguy to pull our bodies impossibly closer. My arms lifted slightly off the bed before being forcefully shoved back to the bed.
"You aren't the only one that can use his muscle," Jockguy smirked.
"You call that muscle? You're a pussy compared to me."
Jockguy's grip on my wrists tightened.
"Oh really?!?" Jockguy said with an evil smile on his face.
"Yup. P-U-S-S-Y pussy."
"I know you are only doing this to get me going."
"That's not a bad thing!" I laughed. "Is it working?"
"I don't know. You tell me." Jockguy started grinding his hips against mine. His hard cock felt like a steel pole against thighs.
With that, I flung my arms up and away from Jockguy's grip. I grabbed him under the arms, hugged, and flipped him onto his back. I now sat in the position Jockguy had just been in.
"THAT was real muscle."
I leaned down and kissed Jockguy. I plunged my tongue into his mouth to savor his taste. I ran my hands up and down his body, feeling his tight, perfect abs and chest. I started to grind my cock against his. As usual, I was leaking a river of precum, making our cocks slip and slide against each other. The feeling of our cocks sliding against one another and against our abs was almost too much. I had to pull up before exploding.
I kissed and licked my way down Jockguy's chest and stomach. I kissed around his cock. I licked and sucked on his balls. Finally, I took his precum soaked cock in my mouth. He immediately started moaning and thrusting his hips. Within seconds, Jockguy was bucking his hips and holding my head down on his cock. I was getting quite the face fuck!
After a couple minutes of fucking my mouth, Jockguy pulled out. His cock was sloppy and wet. He hopped up and crawled to the foot of the bed.
"You ready to get pounded?!?" he said, smiling ear to ear.
I got on all fours and stuck my hole up and out for him to use.
"I'll take that as a yes!"
Jockguy leaned down and spit onto my waiting hole. I soon felt his warm tongue as he licked my ass. Jockguy's tongue started to slowly loosen my hole as he pushed it further and further in. I moaned as I felt his warm, wet tongue wash over me. He continued to eat my hole until I finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck me! You have to fuck me!" I begged.
Jockguy pulled his tongue from my hole. Head on the bed, ass in the air, I waited for his cock. I heard him spit in his hand and lube up his hard dick. A second later, I felt his huge cockhead push against my hungry hole. After some minor resistance, Jockguy popped inside of me. He slowly filled me with his huge cock. Pretty soon, he was balls-deep inside of me.
Jockguy leaned down and kissed my neck, right under my right ear.
"I own this ass," Jockguy whispered. He licked and kissed his way to my left ear. "Your hole belongs to me."
I was SO turned on. I almost blew my load then. I began to push my ass up, in hopes of getting Jockguy to slide even deeper inside me. He took the hint and started to fuck me. He moved his hips up and down as his torso stayed still. His chest was pressed against my back. I could feel his breathe on my right ear as he began to thrust his cock deep inside me.
Jockguy was hitting all the right spots and I began to moan.
"Oh my God. Oh my God. Fuck me!"
Jockguy responded by pushing himself off my back, grabbing my hips, and kicking it up a couple notches. He started to pound me. His quads slammed into the back of my thighs. His balls slapped against my taint.
"Your hole is so fucking hot! Take my raw cock in you ass!"
We had only been fucking for about 5 minutes but I couldn't take it anymore. We put in about 2 hours of foreplay. I grabbed my cock and furiously started to stroke it. Within seconds I felt my orgasm come on.
"I'm gonna cum! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!" I screamed.
To be honest, Jockguy couldn't fuck me any harder than he already was! So he continued to plow my hole while I started to cum. I shot 5 or 6 HUGE ribbons of cum onto the bed. I became light headed after the 2nd or 3rd shot. A wave of pure pleasure and ecstasy poured over me. I was in heaven :)
And so was Jockguy. He continued to pound away at my hole. After I came back to reality, I focused on making this as good for him as it was for me. I pushed my ass into Jockguy everytime he thrust forward. I began clenching my ass. I wanted him to enjoy my hole like no other. I wanted him to know he really did own it.
After another 10 minutes of pounding me doggy, Jockguy ordered me on my back. I flipped around and shot my legs in the air. Jockguy lined his cock up to my hole and shoved it all the way in in one motion.
"OHHHHHH FUCK! Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Jockguy pulled my legs over his shoulders, grabbed me around the thighs and started pound me. I was rock hard again.
"I want your cum! Cum in my hole!" I egged.
Jockguy's thrusts got shorter and quicker. His face intensified.
"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna load your hole!"
With one last, powerful thrust, Jockguy emptied his balls into my used hole. He unloaded a huge load deep inside of me. Exhausted, Jockguy fell on top of me, his cock popping out of my hole in the process. We kissed as our sweaty bodies came together.
We laid in bed for a while, not really talking. We were on a high that was too good for words. Jockguy held me in his arms, pulling me close into him.
After the high wore off, I turned to Jockguy.
"Are there any other sports that you think you are good at but, in reality,
really suck at?!?"
His hand immediately reached out at slapped me on the head.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Yes, I'm Still Alive...
Sorry for being silent these last 4 or so weeks. This school year has been a pain in the ass. I'm taking 1 too many classes and am getting buried in work. Plus, one of my professors is a giant cunt (if my mom knew I said that word, she'd slap me). Combine class, homework, work, and sleep, and that leaves me with no time to write about anything. Oh, plus there is the fact that my football team is the no. 1 team in the nation. I spend a majority of my free time reading about how awesome my Ducks are :)
That being said, I'm going to have some free time here pretty soon. After midterms, my life will be (somewhat) easier. I'll definitely be writing up some of the encounters I've had recently. I've been on a hot streak lately. Besides Jockguy and the always amazing sex we have, I've been with a couple other hotties who are more than story-worthy. I also met up with Mike (from "Awkward into Awesome") again. And, without jinxing it, Jockguy has been hinting at a threesome with a friend of his! If all goes well, it will be my first threeway!
I'd also like thank those of you who comment here and email. I like hearing from you guys, so feel free to leave comments or message me!
So, again, sorry about the lack of updates. But if you stick with me, you'll be rewarded handsomely :)
For all my fellow Ducks:
That being said, I'm going to have some free time here pretty soon. After midterms, my life will be (somewhat) easier. I'll definitely be writing up some of the encounters I've had recently. I've been on a hot streak lately. Besides Jockguy and the always amazing sex we have, I've been with a couple other hotties who are more than story-worthy. I also met up with Mike (from "Awkward into Awesome") again. And, without jinxing it, Jockguy has been hinting at a threesome with a friend of his! If all goes well, it will be my first threeway!
I'd also like thank those of you who comment here and email. I like hearing from you guys, so feel free to leave comments or message me!
So, again, sorry about the lack of updates. But if you stick with me, you'll be rewarded handsomely :)
For all my fellow Ducks:
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Sorry, Sorry, Sorry!
Hey guys (and gals?), sorry I've been MIA the last couple of weeks. Between work, family and, well, football starting (72-0... Go Ducks!) I've been pretty damn busy. I picked up another shift at work with the goal of making as much money as possible now so I don't have to work as much when school starts. Part 2 of the Beach Boys story will be posted shortly. I already have half of it done.
Because you have all waited so patiently for so long, here's a short recap of a fun little encounter Jockguy and I had earlier this week:
I was sitting in my apartment around lunch time, watching tv and waiting for work to start. I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to see Jockguy.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked, surprised.
"It's my lunch break. I have half an hour," Jockguy said. He walked in my apartment, grabbed my hand and led me to my room.
"I've been horny all day. I need a quicky," Jockguy said, getting undressed.
"Do I have a say in this?" I asked.
"Nope. Take off your pants," Jockguy instructed.
"And what if I don't want to?"
Jockguy grabbed my jogging pants and pulled them, and my underwear, down in one quick motion.
"Trust me, you want to," Jockguy said as he pushed me onto my bed. I landed on my stomach. Jockguy immediately crammed his tongue in my ass. Spreading my cheeks with his hands he had full access to my hole. His tongue darted in and out of my pucker, lubing it with his spit.
When my ass was sufficiently lubed, Jockguy spit-lubed his cock and lined it up against my waiting hole. He slowly pushed forward. His dick head popped into my ass, sending a bolt of pain throughout my body. I bit down on my pillow and tried to relax. After a couple seconds the pain turned to pleasure. Jockguy started to pump his cock in and out of my ass, making me moan with each thrust. His cock felt amazing as it hit my prostrate, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
Jockguy pounded away for what seemed like forever. His balls slapped against my ass with force. His quads beat into the back of my thighs. His hands gripped my shoulders and forced my body into his.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jockguy tensed up.
"I'm gonna cum!"
Jockguy's cock swelled up as he exploded in my ass, sending shot after shot of hot, creamy cum deep in my used hole. Jockguy collapsed on top of me, hard cock still buried deep inside of me.
"Fuck, I needed that," Jockguy whispered in my ear.
"Glad I could help. Anytime you need me, I'm here." I turned my head and kissed Jockguy. He pulled out of my ass and rolled beside me. We made out for about 5 minutes.
"I really gotta go," Jockguy said after pulling off of a kiss. "I'll call you when I get off tonight."
Naked, I led Jockguy to the door.
"That'll be $200," I said, putting my hand out.
"Ha! You are overvaluing yourself by about $150," Jockguy laughed. I pucnhed him in the arm.
"You know I'd pay a lot more than that for that ass of yours," Jockguy said, pulling me in for one last kiss. "Ok, I really have to go. See ya later, sexy." Jockguy slapped my ass as he walked out the door.
Because you have all waited so patiently for so long, here's a short recap of a fun little encounter Jockguy and I had earlier this week:
I was sitting in my apartment around lunch time, watching tv and waiting for work to start. I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to see Jockguy.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked, surprised.
"It's my lunch break. I have half an hour," Jockguy said. He walked in my apartment, grabbed my hand and led me to my room.
"I've been horny all day. I need a quicky," Jockguy said, getting undressed.
"Do I have a say in this?" I asked.
"Nope. Take off your pants," Jockguy instructed.
"And what if I don't want to?"
Jockguy grabbed my jogging pants and pulled them, and my underwear, down in one quick motion.
"Trust me, you want to," Jockguy said as he pushed me onto my bed. I landed on my stomach. Jockguy immediately crammed his tongue in my ass. Spreading my cheeks with his hands he had full access to my hole. His tongue darted in and out of my pucker, lubing it with his spit.
When my ass was sufficiently lubed, Jockguy spit-lubed his cock and lined it up against my waiting hole. He slowly pushed forward. His dick head popped into my ass, sending a bolt of pain throughout my body. I bit down on my pillow and tried to relax. After a couple seconds the pain turned to pleasure. Jockguy started to pump his cock in and out of my ass, making me moan with each thrust. His cock felt amazing as it hit my prostrate, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
Jockguy pounded away for what seemed like forever. His balls slapped against my ass with force. His quads beat into the back of my thighs. His hands gripped my shoulders and forced my body into his.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jockguy tensed up.
"I'm gonna cum!"
Jockguy's cock swelled up as he exploded in my ass, sending shot after shot of hot, creamy cum deep in my used hole. Jockguy collapsed on top of me, hard cock still buried deep inside of me.
"Fuck, I needed that," Jockguy whispered in my ear.
"Glad I could help. Anytime you need me, I'm here." I turned my head and kissed Jockguy. He pulled out of my ass and rolled beside me. We made out for about 5 minutes.
"I really gotta go," Jockguy said after pulling off of a kiss. "I'll call you when I get off tonight."
Naked, I led Jockguy to the door.
"That'll be $200," I said, putting my hand out.
"Ha! You are overvaluing yourself by about $150," Jockguy laughed. I pucnhed him in the arm.
"You know I'd pay a lot more than that for that ass of yours," Jockguy said, pulling me in for one last kiss. "Ok, I really have to go. See ya later, sexy." Jockguy slapped my ass as he walked out the door.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Catching up with Jockguy
Many of you have emailed asking about Jockguy. Apparently, you like him as much as I do! Well, I'm happy to report that Jockguy and I still keep in touch. In fact, we do more than stay in touch. Since last November, when Jockguy and I first started talking online, we've become great, great, great friends. Here's a little rundown of our time together since we last heard from Jockguy.
The last encounter with Jockguy that I have posted was from last December. We had a marathon 8 load filled night before we both left school for winter break. Over our winter break, Jockguy and I talked constantly, either online or on the phone. We hit it off right off the bat, in and out of bed.
When school resumed in January, Jockguy and I started hanging out. We went to a couple basketball games and went out to parties together. I was adopted into his group of friends and he into mine. By February, we were the best of friends, almost inseparable.
All the while this was happening, Jockguy and I were NOT fucking on a regular basis. Neither of us was out and we both had roommates which makes it hard to scream, yell, and moan ;)
Every now and then, a roommate would go home for the weekend or stay overnight at a girlfriends house. Every time this happened, Jockguy would immediately get a call from me or he would immediately call me. We would rush to the other's empty apartment and fuck each other's brains out, knowing we might not get the chance for a LONG time.
As Spring Break approached, I was getting closer and closer to coming out to my friends, including my roommate. The night before I left for the break, I sat my roommate down and came out. He was beyond awesome about it . In fact, he was pissed that I thought he wouldn't be ok with it! After that positive experience, I decided it was time to come out to my friends. That night at a party, I took about 10 of them aside at different times and told them. They were ALL really cool about it.
That night, I went to Jockguy's apartment, which he had to himself. I told him how awesome and supportive everyone was. He was really happy for me and told me he had considered telling his friends. We ended up talking most of the night, before falling asleep on the couch.
The Thursday of Spring Break, I got a call from Jockguy. He had just come out to about 10 of his close friends. They were all supportive. He said he was relieved to out but also to be able to invite me over to fuck anytime he wanted to :)
Coming back to school and being out to those I cared about was a great feeling. Both Jockguy and I felt free-er. We got together at least once a week to fuck, in addition to the other times we went to dinner together, hung out with friends or went to parties. This remained through the end of the school year in June.
This summer has been really great. This is the first summer I have stayed in town. Usually, I'd head home until the end of September. But having Jockguy in town gave me plenty of incentive to stay. We see each other almost everyday and fuck at least once a week. He's the constant in my social life right now.
Now, as you know, I've been with other guys since I met Jockguy. If I'm remembering correctly, since first meeting him, I've been with 11 guys, a number of them more than once. He has been with a couple other guys but not a lot (I think the number is 4). We are both aware of it and sort of have an understanding (he affectionately calls me his "cute little slut" lol). We are both fairly new to the gay sex thing and both would like to explore some.
Our relationship is sort of hard to define. At times, I feel like we are boyfriends. He is all I need, and honestly, all I want. Other times, we feel like really good friends with benefits.
I really love getting together with hot guys and trading loads. I absolutely love it. But if Jockguy told me to stop and just be with him, I definitely would. I have a feeling he feels the same way but we haven't exactly talked about it. And until we do, I'm going to keep swapping cum with hotties :)
The last encounter with Jockguy that I have posted was from last December. We had a marathon 8 load filled night before we both left school for winter break. Over our winter break, Jockguy and I talked constantly, either online or on the phone. We hit it off right off the bat, in and out of bed.
When school resumed in January, Jockguy and I started hanging out. We went to a couple basketball games and went out to parties together. I was adopted into his group of friends and he into mine. By February, we were the best of friends, almost inseparable.
All the while this was happening, Jockguy and I were NOT fucking on a regular basis. Neither of us was out and we both had roommates which makes it hard to scream, yell, and moan ;)
Every now and then, a roommate would go home for the weekend or stay overnight at a girlfriends house. Every time this happened, Jockguy would immediately get a call from me or he would immediately call me. We would rush to the other's empty apartment and fuck each other's brains out, knowing we might not get the chance for a LONG time.
As Spring Break approached, I was getting closer and closer to coming out to my friends, including my roommate. The night before I left for the break, I sat my roommate down and came out. He was beyond awesome about it . In fact, he was pissed that I thought he wouldn't be ok with it! After that positive experience, I decided it was time to come out to my friends. That night at a party, I took about 10 of them aside at different times and told them. They were ALL really cool about it.
That night, I went to Jockguy's apartment, which he had to himself. I told him how awesome and supportive everyone was. He was really happy for me and told me he had considered telling his friends. We ended up talking most of the night, before falling asleep on the couch.
The Thursday of Spring Break, I got a call from Jockguy. He had just come out to about 10 of his close friends. They were all supportive. He said he was relieved to out but also to be able to invite me over to fuck anytime he wanted to :)
Coming back to school and being out to those I cared about was a great feeling. Both Jockguy and I felt free-er. We got together at least once a week to fuck, in addition to the other times we went to dinner together, hung out with friends or went to parties. This remained through the end of the school year in June.
This summer has been really great. This is the first summer I have stayed in town. Usually, I'd head home until the end of September. But having Jockguy in town gave me plenty of incentive to stay. We see each other almost everyday and fuck at least once a week. He's the constant in my social life right now.
Now, as you know, I've been with other guys since I met Jockguy. If I'm remembering correctly, since first meeting him, I've been with 11 guys, a number of them more than once. He has been with a couple other guys but not a lot (I think the number is 4). We are both aware of it and sort of have an understanding (he affectionately calls me his "cute little slut" lol). We are both fairly new to the gay sex thing and both would like to explore some.
Our relationship is sort of hard to define. At times, I feel like we are boyfriends. He is all I need, and honestly, all I want. Other times, we feel like really good friends with benefits.
I really love getting together with hot guys and trading loads. I absolutely love it. But if Jockguy told me to stop and just be with him, I definitely would. I have a feeling he feels the same way but we haven't exactly talked about it. And until we do, I'm going to keep swapping cum with hotties :)
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Q & A
In my last post, I opened myself up for questions from the peanut gallery. Here they are.
Q: You say you are bi but in your stories you tell people you are gay. Which is it?
A: I had a couple people ask me this question. I consider myself bi because I like women and enjoy sex with them. But I enjoy sex with guys better. I would say 80-90% of the sex I have is with guys. I tell people I'm gay because it's easier than explaining what I just wrote :)
Q: What part of the country are you in?
A: I'm in the Pacific NW, more specifically Oregon. I'm a student at the U of Oregon in Eugene.
Q: Do you like non-sexual dates? Do you date women?
A: You may not believe this but I LOVE romantic, non-sexual dates! I'm actually a pretty romantic guy. Some of the best times I've had with Jockguy are when I cook him dinner and then we cuddle while watching a movie. And, yes, I date women. I've had serious gf's in the past. I'm not currently dating anyone, guy or girl, though.
Q:You said you played sports in high school. Which ones?
A: I played football, basketball and I wrestled and did track & field. I played football, basketball and track for all 4 years and wrestled for 2. I liked wrestling but it interfered too much with basketball. For my first 2 years in hs, I wrestled and played basketball at the same time. I would not advise that! I had no time whatsoever.
Q: Do you ever feel unsafe when you go to a random guys house or apartment?
A: Hahaha. The short answer is not anymore! When I first started hooking up off online sites with random guys, I felt a little unsafe. But I'm a pretty big, muscular guy and I can take care of myself. I tend to like guys skinnier and not as muscular as myself. I almost always have 20lbs. on the guys I meet up with. I like my chances in a fight :)
Q: Do you PnP?
A: Nope. I'm not into any drugs besides pot.
Q: What are you studying at school?
A: I'd rather not give you a specific major. Let's just say I love science :)
Q: What do you and your friends do when you hang out?
A: Obviously it depends. Sometimes we go to the bars and hangout and drink. Other times we stay in and watch tv or movies. When it's nice outside, we do things outdoors - play basketball, football, ultimate frisbee. I have a couple close friends I hang with all the time. We go to football and basketball games together whenever possible.
Q: Do you still see Jockguy?
A: Short answer - yes! Stay tuned for a longer, hotter answer :)
Q: Do you plan on being a cumslut forever?
A: Hard to say. I see myself settling down, so the slutting around will eventually stop. But being in a committed relationship with a guy means as much raw sex as I want :)
There you have it. Hope this sheds more light on me in and out of the bedroom. Feel free to keep asking questions if you'd like.
Q: You say you are bi but in your stories you tell people you are gay. Which is it?
A: I had a couple people ask me this question. I consider myself bi because I like women and enjoy sex with them. But I enjoy sex with guys better. I would say 80-90% of the sex I have is with guys. I tell people I'm gay because it's easier than explaining what I just wrote :)
Q: What part of the country are you in?
A: I'm in the Pacific NW, more specifically Oregon. I'm a student at the U of Oregon in Eugene.
Q: Do you like non-sexual dates? Do you date women?
A: You may not believe this but I LOVE romantic, non-sexual dates! I'm actually a pretty romantic guy. Some of the best times I've had with Jockguy are when I cook him dinner and then we cuddle while watching a movie. And, yes, I date women. I've had serious gf's in the past. I'm not currently dating anyone, guy or girl, though.
Q:You said you played sports in high school. Which ones?
A: I played football, basketball and I wrestled and did track & field. I played football, basketball and track for all 4 years and wrestled for 2. I liked wrestling but it interfered too much with basketball. For my first 2 years in hs, I wrestled and played basketball at the same time. I would not advise that! I had no time whatsoever.
Q: Do you ever feel unsafe when you go to a random guys house or apartment?
A: Hahaha. The short answer is not anymore! When I first started hooking up off online sites with random guys, I felt a little unsafe. But I'm a pretty big, muscular guy and I can take care of myself. I tend to like guys skinnier and not as muscular as myself. I almost always have 20lbs. on the guys I meet up with. I like my chances in a fight :)
Q: Do you PnP?
A: Nope. I'm not into any drugs besides pot.
Q: What are you studying at school?
A: I'd rather not give you a specific major. Let's just say I love science :)
Q: What do you and your friends do when you hang out?
A: Obviously it depends. Sometimes we go to the bars and hangout and drink. Other times we stay in and watch tv or movies. When it's nice outside, we do things outdoors - play basketball, football, ultimate frisbee. I have a couple close friends I hang with all the time. We go to football and basketball games together whenever possible.
Q: Do you still see Jockguy?
A: Short answer - yes! Stay tuned for a longer, hotter answer :)
Q: Do you plan on being a cumslut forever?
A: Hard to say. I see myself settling down, so the slutting around will eventually stop. But being in a committed relationship with a guy means as much raw sex as I want :)
There you have it. Hope this sheds more light on me in and out of the bedroom. Feel free to keep asking questions if you'd like.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
News and Notes
First off, I was tested in the last week and have a clean bill of health! I get tested for HIV and other STDs every 3 months. I suggest you do the same!
Secondly, I hope to have a couple NEW stories up within the next week or so. I may post some older stories in the meantime.
And, last but certainly not least, thanks to Raw College Jock Slut for posting a link to this blog! Glad to see you back!
Secondly, I hope to have a couple NEW stories up within the next week or so. I may post some older stories in the meantime.
And, last but certainly not least, thanks to Raw College Jock Slut for posting a link to this blog! Glad to see you back!
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Fact or Fiction?
I have been a reader of blogs like this since I was about 15. Sometimes it is easy to tell the factual blogs from the fictional ones. Sometimes it isn't so easy. My stories are 100% true stories that have happened to ME. I may change the description of a time or place to keep some discretion for myself and the guys I write about. And any dialogue used in the stories will, obviously, not be taken word for word from actual conversations. But no major components to the encounters will be changed or fictionalized.
Me, Myself, and I
The first thing you should know about me is that you won't get to "know" me. I will not post pictures of myself or the guys I hookup with. I am out to some, but being identified as the "gay sex blog writer" is not something I need, or want, in my life right now.
Seeing as you don't get to see a picture of me, I will do my best to describe myself (and eventually my hookups) to you. Lets start with me. I am in my early 20's and a junior at a major public university in the Pacific NW. I am 6'1'', brown hair, blue eyes, 7'' cut cock, size 13 shoes, slightly hairy stomach and chest, hairy legs. I weigh 200lbs and am a slightly bigger, muscular guy. I played football and basketball in high school, so I'm definitely athletic. My first sexual experience with a guy wasn't until my freshman year of college. My shyness always prevented me from meeting up with anyone. But once I was on my own at college, I became less and less shy about being with a guy. My freshman year I hooked up with 4 guys, doing nothing more than bj's. This last year school year, I became a little slutty and hooked up with 17 guys (since late September).
I am into college-aged guys, 18-25ish. I've hooked up with skinny guys, average guys, athletic guys, and muscular guys. I love legs and feet. When the sun comes out and the guys start walking around campus in shorts and flip flops, I get hard. Asses are great as well. Walking behind a hottie in jogging pants with a nice ass always makes my day. Tan guys are also a turn on. They also happen to be very rare at the school I go to! And it goes without saying that I love cocks. Cut, uncut, curved, straight, big, average... it doesn't matter. Cocks are awesome :)
As you'll read in the upcoming posts, I am fairly versatile. It all depends on the situation, the guy, and my mood. I love getting pounded and seeded... and I love pounding and seeding. Kissing is also a favorite of mine. Sometimes I get in a mood where I'd rather kiss than fuck :)
Seeing as you don't get to see a picture of me, I will do my best to describe myself (and eventually my hookups) to you. Lets start with me. I am in my early 20's and a junior at a major public university in the Pacific NW. I am 6'1'', brown hair, blue eyes, 7'' cut cock, size 13 shoes, slightly hairy stomach and chest, hairy legs. I weigh 200lbs and am a slightly bigger, muscular guy. I played football and basketball in high school, so I'm definitely athletic. My first sexual experience with a guy wasn't until my freshman year of college. My shyness always prevented me from meeting up with anyone. But once I was on my own at college, I became less and less shy about being with a guy. My freshman year I hooked up with 4 guys, doing nothing more than bj's. This last year school year, I became a little slutty and hooked up with 17 guys (since late September).
I am into college-aged guys, 18-25ish. I've hooked up with skinny guys, average guys, athletic guys, and muscular guys. I love legs and feet. When the sun comes out and the guys start walking around campus in shorts and flip flops, I get hard. Asses are great as well. Walking behind a hottie in jogging pants with a nice ass always makes my day. Tan guys are also a turn on. They also happen to be very rare at the school I go to! And it goes without saying that I love cocks. Cut, uncut, curved, straight, big, average... it doesn't matter. Cocks are awesome :)
As you'll read in the upcoming posts, I am fairly versatile. It all depends on the situation, the guy, and my mood. I love getting pounded and seeded... and I love pounding and seeding. Kissing is also a favorite of mine. Sometimes I get in a mood where I'd rather kiss than fuck :)
Hello, My Name Is...
Well, I'm not going to tell you my real name but you can call me CollegeCumslut, or C.C. You can probably guess that the "College" in my name comes from the fact that I am in college. If you didn't guess that, you're an idiot ;)
The "Cumslut" comes from me loving cum. More specifically, taking loads in my ass and giving loads. Yes, I like... no, LOVE... bare sex. I use condoms when asked by a partner but for the most part, I fuck and get fucked raw.
Yes, I understand the risks. I have weighed the risks and thought long and hard about whether I should fuck this way. Please don't inundate my inbox with the obligatory "You're going to get AIDS and die!" emails. If you do not like the fact I write about bareback sex, please do not read this blog. Also, do not follow in my footsteps and have raw sex just because you read it here and it "sounded hot". It is very serious and deserves the utmost thought and contemplation. While the stories on here are 100% true, they are here as entertainment and not a "how-to" guide to bare sex.
The "Cumslut" comes from me loving cum. More specifically, taking loads in my ass and giving loads. Yes, I like... no, LOVE... bare sex. I use condoms when asked by a partner but for the most part, I fuck and get fucked raw.
Yes, I understand the risks. I have weighed the risks and thought long and hard about whether I should fuck this way. Please don't inundate my inbox with the obligatory "You're going to get AIDS and die!" emails. If you do not like the fact I write about bareback sex, please do not read this blog. Also, do not follow in my footsteps and have raw sex just because you read it here and it "sounded hot". It is very serious and deserves the utmost thought and contemplation. While the stories on here are 100% true, they are here as entertainment and not a "how-to" guide to bare sex.
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