- sdbg,
Very thought provoking thread. I just read all of the posts to this topic. I know that I'm gay, attracted to men in every way that one person can be attracted to another person, and have no issue with that part of the topic. I would like to have a relationship with a guy if the right one comes along.
What is interesting to me about the entries in this thread is the mood swing after we blow our load and how it affects each of us in different ways. I have some great photos on my PC of hot, athletic guys in Speedos, wresting singlets, etc. that I look at for J/O. Once I blow, I'm done with it and close the file right away and move on. I get really horny and want to blow myself sometimes. I have to contort myself into an awkward position to get the tip of my dick in my mouth. I get all worked up, shoot it into my mouth, and then wonder why I wanted to do it in the first place. I love to blow other guys and never get repulsed by blowing and swallowing them - just myself. It's like a switch gets flipped the second I shoot. Strange.
I once picked up a cute, young, blond, athletic guy hitchiking in AZ when I was in my late 20s. It was late at night and I knew he probably would have a tough time getting a ride. He was friendly and lived in the apartment complex just past where I lived. I told him that I'd drop him off at his place. I had just escaped being jumped outside of a gay bar and had some battle scars. The hitchiker asked me what happened as it was obvious that I had been involved in a fight. I was really buffed at the time and was wearing a tank top that showed off my physique and super hairy chest (before we started manscaping). When I told him that I just fought off 2 guys that jumped me outside of a gay bar, he invited me to "have a drink" with him. Once inside his place, he said he wanted to try sex with a guy and asked if I were into it. He blew me, wanted me to fuck him, and then asked if I would blow him. He was rock hard and really turned on. I obliged and he got off really well in short order. The minute he shot his load, he ordered me out of his place. He repeated "Leave now!" I told him to let me at least get my clothes on. I snagged his white briefs as a trophy. I wasn't worried about him hurting me, but he was almost hysterical after he blew his load. Guilt much?! I saw him a week or so later hitchiking near ASU. We looked right at each other. He recognized me and my car, but I didn't bother to stop. I wrote him off as a closet case. I understand his reaction better now.
What is interesting to me about the entries in this thread is the mood swing after we blow our load and how it affects each of us in different ways. I have some great photos on my PC of hot, athletic guys in Speedos, wresting singlets, etc. that I look at for J/O. Once I blow, I'm done with it and close the file right away and move on. I get really horny and want to blow myself sometimes. I have to contort myself into an awkward position to get the tip of my dick in my mouth. I get all worked up, shoot it into my mouth, and then wonder why I wanted to do it in the first place. I love to blow other guys and never get repulsed by blowing and swallowing them - just myself. It's like a switch gets flipped the second I shoot. Strange.
I once picked up a cute, young, blond, athletic guy hitchiking in AZ when I was in my late 20s. It was late at night and I knew he probably would have a tough time getting a ride. He was friendly and lived in the apartment complex just past where I lived. I told him that I'd drop him off at his place. I had just escaped being jumped outside of a gay bar and had some battle scars. The hitchiker asked me what happened as it was obvious that I had been involved in a fight. I was really buffed at the time and was wearing a tank top that showed off my physique and super hairy chest (before we started manscaping). When I told him that I just fought off 2 guys that jumped me outside of a gay bar, he invited me to "have a drink" with him. Once inside his place, he said he wanted to try sex with a guy and asked if I were into it. He blew me, wanted me to fuck him, and then asked if I would blow him. He was rock hard and really turned on. I obliged and he got off really well in short order. The minute he shot his load, he ordered me out of his place. He repeated "Leave now!" I told him to let me at least get my clothes on. I snagged his white briefs as a trophy. I wasn't worried about him hurting me, but he was almost hysterical after he blew his load. Guilt much?! I saw him a week or so later hitchiking near ASU. We looked right at each other. He recognized me and my car, but I didn't bother to stop. I wrote him off as a closet case. I understand his reaction better now.