24 Hours Ago!
You know, if someone would have told me that 24 hours after leaving a business sized card I made after seeing the sample at the bottom of the G0YDAR page on this site, I'd be hooked up with a total stud from the gym I work out at -- I'd have been placing a bet -- against it happening! But here I am, writing this thinking about last night with a dick so hard that I'm probably gonna have to give it some attention before I get done writing.
I'm a college freshman at |EDITED| next semester. I was a jock all thru school & I thought I was a total sexual screwup before I found this website. I've never had a problem getting a chick to go on a date with me; --but beyond kissing & telling -- I could have cared less. Yeah, I'm a prick, but when you're surrounded with people making fag comments 8 hours a day, & all you really want is the guy changing at the locker beside your's in P.E, -- you take advantage of whatever cover you can muster. I'm the guy that all the parents with daughters fear -- for absolutely no reason at all. The rumors & innuendo's work that well to cover the truth that the only one getting phucked is me -- for letting so much of my life slip by thinking I was the "only dude like me". Who do I punch in the face for spreading this BS about guys into guys being ass-pussies!?
I discovered this site a little while ago. I'd been surfing a few "gay" sites & even checking out those that claim to "cure" gay guys (as if) when I stumbled onto a post from some fag who was all bent out of shape about a group of men calling themselves "g0ys". I cut & copied the word into Google just to make sure I spelled it right. Well, I ended up clicking to the "old" website first -- but even that really got my attention, & my hormones flowing. When I checked out the group -- I found the "We have moved" message & then linked directly to the main site.
Fol'y Shuck'n Hit! I read the first story &
ended up naked w. a dick covered with hand lotion from nutt motion -- if you get
my drift. I'd pay $20+ to rent that if it was at the video store! To
realize that a couple of real guys could hook up like that (connected at the
heart via their cocks) without anyone being treated like a bitch, -- man my head
was buzz'n! It's like somebody found the exact shape of that hollow spot
inside my heart & wrote a story that hit me so hard that I'm cumm'n & cry'n at
the same time! To say I have mixed feelings is an understatement -- like
how it can be the 21st century & have the entire world phuck'd in the head with:
1) Sex with shit-holes, 2) Religious wacko's trying to talk each other's dicks
into changing direction & pretending it's working!? To hell with both
groups: Fags & Freaks!
I've been reading some posts in the groups
area & some have said that g0ys should feel an integral part of the "homosexual"
community. I disagree completely. Why? I once read a proverb that
went like this:
"Add a drop of fine
wine to a barrel of sewage,
- and you'll get: SEWAGE; --
Add a drop of sewage to a barrel of fine wine,
- and you'll get: SEWAGE."
G0YS.org is the 'fine wine'. After discovering this site & comparing it with what else is out there -- I have no inclination to go sewer shopping (at least not in my neighborhood). One thing that stuck in my mind is this saying I found a few places on the site that simply says: "G0YS abound". I ended up creating a personal ad & posting it on a few free engines. I immediately began to get hits -- mostly from guys saying "Man, loved your post ... wish we were closer...". Then, a couple of days ago, I found the sample G0Y-Card layout on the G0YDAR page. I made my own, but used that one almost word for word. I got some business-card stock at Staples Office Store & printed my cards -- only 100. That evening, when I went to the gym -- I'd occasionally take one out of my pocket & discretely put it somewhere where it could be found without everyone looking seeing that someone had "found" a card or easily reading what it said.
The next morning, I had an e-mail message at my hotmail account (the one I'd put on the card). It read: "Found your card. Checked the site. Totally blown away by what I saw there. I drive a red convertible sports coupe with the faux-balls hanging from the rear bumper. Check it out. Check me out & if interested, trip my G0YDAR. Thanks again for showing me this. I'm 100% g0y for sure." My next trip to the gym was kind of exciting. I didn't see the red convertible when I got there, but later that afternoon - I looked outside as it was pulling up (metal balls just barely visible under the rear bumper). The front were mirror-tinted & I couldn't see who was inside. Then the passenger door opened - followed by the driver's. A chick got out of the passenger side. My heart stopped beating for sure as I waited to see who was driving. First a leg appeared & it looked like whoever it was - was reaching around to get something from the back seat. It was a very l_o_n_g 10 seconds! When the guy finally appeared, I couldn't believe it. No way! No phuck'n way! It was the gym manager! He's a guy in his mid 20's who I wouldn't have suspected in a million years of working out -- of being g0y! The guy must have spotted me on the free weights (yeah, this gym has them too) a thousand times. Many times I'd had to stare past the guy to prevent the sprouting of wood. The chick who was with him is his sister & works at the front desk.
He came inside, looking around -- a bit more than usual it seemed. See, he didn't know who I was at the time. Maybe I was being paranoid, but I still had to feel him out. I worked out & arranged my routine so that I'd be nearby him. When I hit the squat rack, I asked him (Todd) for a spot. The "spot" went as usual. Todd offered some tips & explained a minor change in my stance as he casually touched the muscle groups it would help. He'd done this before & with other guys -- but for the first time -- I suspected that he was gauging the response of those he touched - to his touch. I mean, it was very casual - non threatening & his demeanor seemed sincere. I thought of the times that I'd touched my buds -- laying a hand on the back or shoulder -- never suggesting more than a friendly touch -- but I knew what I felt on the inside ... always hoping that I'd get a "friendly touch" back. It dawned on me that this was probably not something that "only I" did. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Todd only seemed to touch the guys who I thought were hott. On several occasions I remember wishing that I had the balls to rest a hand on some of the guys Todd patted & positioned. Todd's casual touch was a super-subtle "g0y pass" (way too kewl). He spotted me a 2nd set & asked how the change felt. My mind was racing. I needed to trigger this guys G0YDAR. I said it felt OK, but my knees seemed a little weak with it. He asked me if I thought I should wrap them for the remaining sets. I said "probably" but I wasn't sure if I knew how to properly wrap a knee. He offered to show me. We went back to the locker room & as I sat on a bench, he took a special wrap-pad & showed me how to "wrap" a knee. I told him that my left ankle often felt like it was going to fly apart while I worked out & if he knew how to do ankles. He said "Let me show you." So I lifted my left foot & he pulled the shoe then sock & proceeded to explain why he wrapped in the direction he did. He even put my sock & shoe back on after wrapping. He asked me to stand up & see how the wrap felt. I stood, walked some & said it felt good & tight.
Then I asked him, "Hey, I was wondering: Have you ever run across a word, spelled with a zero -- in place of where a letter might be?" This grin slowly crawled across his blank expression as his G0YDAR got the ultimate "ping".
"I dunno ... where'd you see such a word?", he replied with a grin bigger than his whole face.
"On the Internet ... somewhere...", I let it dangle -- with a grin as big as his.
He got a little closer to my head & in a lower voice replied, "Sounds like a word that deserves further investigation.", - as he rested his hand on my shoulder. "You up for a swim & a movie after you work out?"
"Twist my arm ...", I replied with a grin as big as his.
The rest of my work out was a blur. I ended up leaving the gym in my car
-- following him to his place.
It was a totally awesome bachelor pad.
We then took his car to a local beach spot & caught some sun & surf. The guy can also cook on a grill like no other dude
I've ever met. We talked about everything - other- than "sex" & figured
out that we had a number of interests in common.
At about 11PM, he got a call from a friend who wanted to check out a new night club. He invited me along & we danced it up until past 1AM at a "straight" club. Since I'm not 21, I was the driver & responsible for getting 3 guys, buzzed arses home in one piece. Finally, we got back to Todd's at about 3AM. He didn't need to work the next day (neither did I - student & all). He used the bathroom & took a quick shower & after he came out, I did the same. When I came back into his bedroom (off the master bath), the light was off & the covers were pulled back on "my" side of the bed. All of Todd's clothes were in a pile on the floor - including the boxers he had been wearing when he left the bathroom. I stood there for a few seconds wondering if I was being too forward by crawling into the same bed when Todd groggily said, "Hey bro, strip down & get in the sack ... ok?"
Since the only thing to "strip down" from was my underwear -- I did. The sheets on my side felt cool as I crawled in with a dude who was "so male" that I think cumm must flow in his veins along side his blood. His muscled arms crawled across the bed & when finding me, he pulled me up against him - wrapping me up so his arms were around my torso & back & his legs went around mine -- pulling me tight so that our chests & cocks were in line & in contact. I wrapped my arms around him as he rolled so he was on his back (his weight holding my arms -- somewhat locking them between his back & the mattress) - & I was on top of him. My stiff dick must have been leaking prejizz like a faucet, as he planted a dry kiss on my neck.
"Nothing beats cuddling with a strong hunky bro - to cap off a great day...", he commented. I just groaned in agreement -- totally blown away that I could have found a guy like this so quickly. His meaty hands slowly crawled over my neck, back & butt - massaging & gently caressing me constantly as his engorged dick occasionally pulsed. It was intensely - gentile ... totally respectful & sooo natural feeling. It didn't take long & my dick was beginning to give those quick hard little twitches that happen as you get full at the base of your balls. His was doing the same & to say we were virtually connected at our quivering cocks would be an understatement.
Now I've read it several times here -- about how this feels so intense that orgasm is absolutely inevitable -- without all the thrashing & thrusting that goes on while a guy is trying to gratify a woman. Making luv with Todd was exactly like I've read described. We were docked - from pecs, to penises & the feeling of all that naked flesh pressing gently into mine was the most intense turn on I've ever experienced. The other dude's reactions are the catalyst that drives your own. Feeling this guy beginning to get a little bit frantic in his responses as he reached that point where he could no longer suppress his orgasm was everything like I've read here - & it was his responses that pushed me along in mine (which I'm sure pushed him along in his). It was this feeling of connectedness I've never had with another dude. My dick was stiff because of him - simply being there, & he knew it. His was stiff because of me -- & I knew it. Feeling the reactions of the dude was like an erotic cue -- any number of them forcing my dick to give a good hard throb (whether I wanted it to or not). He could feel that throb & knew that it was something I couldn't control. The unspoken message is that I'm so turned on by him that my dick is out of control. This "message' is so erotic that realizing the truth of it causes the other guy to get so turned on so intensely between the ears that his dick telegraphs back the reply -- whether he wants it to or not. This, of course, sends the same message: "You're such a turn on, I'm gonna cumm & I can't help it". This is a self-reinforcing cycle that doesn't require either dude to "try" to make an orgasm happen. It happens without the permission of either guy & because of the psychology of the event, if a guy begins to get turned on faster, his dick throbs more frequently -- & pushes the other dude into sync -- because he knows that his bud is getting 'really-phuck'n turned on' & is rapidly losing control. It's the ultimate unspoken compliment & communication doesn't get more honest. So, without a single "thrust", - Todd & I slowly nudged each other toward a shared climax that was totally inevitable. Eventually his control slipped away; -- his back arched & that muscular neck pulled his head back some - making his hunky throat welcoming to my licks & slow smootches. His heart was pounding almost as fast & hard as mine, - as his arms pulled me to him tighter. I felt his fingers straighten & stiffen spastically as his abdominal muscles all tightened & a deep urgent groan forced itself past his clenched teeth. Our engorged dicks only then slowly slid back & forth on each other as we drowned each other's cock in an eruption of slick, hott, thick human MANaisse. Words can't fully describe what it's like to be with a hott-blooded, muscular, healthy, guy as he frantically shoots his baby-sauce all over you because he's too turned on to suppress the gusher of cumm any longer. It's masculine, vulnerable & splooge-mak'n-sexy all at the same time. I'm sure he was feeling a similar feeling as I tensed, groaned & mingled my pent-up load onto his dick & muscular belly. It felt so relaxing & gentle just letting all the tension of the day pulse out through our joined cocks, as I settled into him. Porn doesn't even begin to compare with the intensity of that sort of climax, & the bond between guys this mutual act of masculine affection simultaneously builds.
I felt totally accepted by the guy; -- & I totally accept him (I spent a good part of the rest of the night with the covers peeled back admiring every inch of his virile nakedness). Do you know what it's like to be naked around someone -- & not ashamed? That's how I felt around Todd - totally at peace with him. I couldn't imagine ever not being a friend to him. I know relationships take time -- yeah. However, it seems that being bonded on this level will do nothing but make the friendship more durable. Time is the test, but sharing such an awesome experience will certainly make the bond stronger. I know what those who've written & said they'd give redundant body parts to their bro's if they needed them. I know exactly what it means to love another dude that much now. Man! What a powerful, caring, & protective bond! His hunky, gentle demeanor when we awoke in the morning was totally masculine & he mentioned that real guys were so hard to find when fags were shaping people's perceptions about guys being with guys. His political "incorrectness" was on-target accurate & echoed exactly what I felt too. I guess I'm ultra selective in who I want to be with. I see the "gay" community as a polluted pond. Yeah, there may be some good catches swimming there -- but I want the fish who avoid that pond & the external concerns of a polluted environment. If this feeling was only mine, I'd think I was too "picky". However, I've had too much positive feedback in general to believe I'm alone in this feeling; -- & now the most positive intimate experience of my life -- with a guy who feels the same way (& who I luv so intensely that my heart, door & phone is forever open to him). Gawd have mercy on the person who hurts Todd -- because I won't!
Now I know that there are some guys who might tend to take an experience like this for "granted". However, it seems to me that g0ys are a rare breed; -- & it doesn't seem likely that relationships this gentle, discrete & mutually building -- would be anything that either g0y would be willing to blow off the way the BPT & their porn-driven icons seem to. My feeling is at this point is that I'm Todd's friend above all (balls to bone). If he wants to pursue this friendship on the intense level we experienced, on a regular basis -- I'm with him. Whatever he decides, -- he'll never be "just another guy" to me. I don't own him; - I simply love him intensely. I think that's an attitude that keeps special people -- forever special in our minds. I'm looking forward to finding out what time holds.
Thanks for making this website happen!