Rowing Buddy

[totoro2]

Hey, this is actually a true, true story.

I was an adult rower (like after university), and met this guy at another adult rower workout class. Anyway, we never rowed for the same club, but we competed against one another and were in the same city, and our clubs had a friendly rivalry to where many of us younger ones would get together and party.

At a particular drunken party, this guy, let's say Paul, and I were chatting politics somehow. And we kept talking politics, and people kept leaving the party scene to go home or go to bed, so eventually it's just Paul and me, talking, and he's now somehow a few cm away from me. I'm 6'2"/1'89", and he's well taller than me (rowers are tall). He's leaning down and at this point talking politics in my ear and we are budding up against one another. We start making out.

Never got a gay inkling at all, but he's also not a bad kisser at that. We got at it for a while, no witnesses now. There's an extra mattress on the floor for the stay overs after the party, and we make our way onto it. I figure, let's just go for it, this is already a fantasy. I unbutton his shirt, keep kissing him, then unbutton his trousers, and he's full on into it, if you know what I mean. For how much we drank, he can still present arms, full salute. I started sucking him off, and he's full-on moaning and groaning. He seems self conscious and doesn't want anyone to hear, but we are drunk and I just keep going on. He is writhing, and he quickly cuts while I'm still sucking and barely even realise. Then he goes, "St-stop stop stop." I say, "But I like the taste of your cum." I kiss his penis head a bit and we start to snuggle. He says, "Do you want me to do yours?" I'm drunk and say, "No, it's ok." (I always get whiskey dick, so I know sometimes it's going to be a one-sided arrangement).

Anyway, that was the first, but not the only time we met up..

 

[Narutokun2]

Will we get more? Definitely makes you want more to read.

 

[mateo.fdl]

Hey, this is actually a true, true story.

I was an adult rower (like after university), and met this guy at another adult rower workout class. Anyway, we never rowed for the same club, but we competed against one another and were in the same city, and our clubs had a friendly rivalry to where many of us younger ones would get together and party.

At a particular drunken party, this guy, let's say Paul, and I were chatting politics somehow. And we kept talking politics, and people kept leaving the party scene to go home or go to bed, so eventually it's just Paul and me, talking, and he's now somehow a few cm away from me. I'm 6'2"/1'89", and he's well taller than me (rowers are tall). He's leaning down and at this point talking politics in my ear and we are budding up against one another. We start making out.

Never got a gay inkling at all, but he's also not a bad kisser at that. We got at it for a while, no witnesses now. There's an extra mattress on the floor for the stay overs after the party, and we make our way onto it. I figure, let's just go for it, this is already a fantasy. I unbutton his shirt, keep kissing him, then unbutton his trousers, and he's full on into it, if you know what I mean. For how much we drank, he can still present arms, full salute. I started sucking him off, and he's full-on moaning and groaning. He seems self conscious and doesn't want anyone to hear, but we are drunk and I just keep going on. He is writhing, and he quickly cuts while I'm still sucking and barely even realise. Then he goes, "St-stop stop stop." I say, "But I like the taste of your cum." I kiss his penis head a bit and we start to snuggle. He says, "Do you want me to do yours?" I'm drunk and say, "No, it's ok." (I always get whiskey dick, so I know sometimes it's going to be a one-sided arrangement).

Anyway, that was the first, but not the only time we met up..

I loved your story
I have a fetish with rowers, they have so much "stud energy"

 

[totoro2]

I followed up with this guy the next day just making sure he was cool and not freaked out by what happened, because he identifies as "straight." He laughed but was like, "yea, never did anything like that before, and probably won't again." That sort of stung.

Months later in December of that year, his rowing club had their annual gala (aka a formal kegger at their boat club). We all drank and danced at the gala, and then got into cars/rideshares to someone's house for kick-ons (after party). He and I get in the same back seat of someone's car, and he secretly gets handsy with me, which I am fully into at that moment, so, signal received.

The night goes on, some gay guy from their club sticks around to hit on me, I'm not really into it and I Uber home. I text "Paul," because we had that moment, and I tell him I wasn't really interested in that guy. Paul responded that it made him jealous. I said, "well, I'm making some drunk snacks and it was like a $9 Uber to my place from the party, if you're interested." He said, "I'm definitely feeling it, but I'm nervous because you live with Matt (whom he rowed with at university)." I told him not to worry about it, I have a totally separate entrance to my part of the house and never run into Matt.

Paul comes over, we immediately start making out (he is a really good kisser honestly). We fool around on my bed, I suck his dick a bit, but I can tell he keeps feeling for my asshole and rubbing his fingers against it. I wasn't quite expecting this, so I tell him to hang out a sec, I go to the bathroom to "prep" myself.

I come back ready to go, he is lying there naked, still hard. Hairy chest, big hairy legs. I climb on top of him, we kiss, and I put his stiff dick inside of me. Something about taking control of a nervous top at the beginning is so hot. We are both moaning, and he's saying how amazing my ass feels.

For how tall Paul is, his dick is a bit average, but the entire situation is just so hot to me, and I'm really into it. I tell him to get on top of me, and I lie down flat on my stomach (one of my favourite positions to get fucked). He presses against me and sticks it back inside my ass, starts fucking like crazy, being quite loud about how good it feels and how I'm amazing.

I ask, "Do you want to cum inside of me?" "CAN I?" "Yes, but I need you deeper." "Deeper?? Okay!" He's thrusting into me like bambambambambam, which I'm loving. Then he goes, "Oh my god I'm going to cum - - I can't stop I can't stop I can't stop !"

Super hot climax (just him, I have whiskey dick as expected). I let him sit inside of me and wind down for several minutes. I asked him if he's ever cum inside someone before, and he said once, and the girl really freaked out on him. We're both done for the night, but not ready for sleep. We talk about sexuality and I put on Bob's Burgers.

The next morning I could tell he was awake and just sitting there on the bed with me awkwardly. In a sober/hungover state, I didn't really know how to behave in this situation. I pretended to keep dozing, until he finally left.

 

[mateo.fdl]

I followed up with this guy the next day just making sure he was cool and not freaked out by what happened, because he identifies as "straight." He laughed but was like, "yea, never did anything like that before, and probably won't again." That sort of stung.

Months later in December of that year, his rowing club had their annual gala (aka a formal kegger at their boat club). We all drank and danced at the gala, and then got into cars/rideshares to someone's house for kick-ons (after party). He and I get in the same back seat of someone's car, and he secretly gets handsy with me, which I am fully into at that moment, so, signal received.

The night goes on, some gay guy from their club sticks around to hit on me, I'm not really into it and I Uber home. I text "Paul," because we had that moment, and I tell him I wasn't really interested in that guy. Paul responded that it made him jealous. I said, "well, I'm making some drunk snacks and it was like a $9 Uber to my place from the party, if you're interested." He said, "I'm definitely feeling it, but I'm nervous because you live with Matt (whom he rowed with at university)." I told him not to worry about it, I have a totally separate entrance to my part of the house and never run into Matt.

Paul comes over, we immediately start making out (he is a really good kisser honestly). We fool around on my bed, I suck his dick a bit, but I can tell he keeps feeling for my asshole and rubbing his fingers against it. I wasn't quite expecting this, so I tell him to hang out a sec, I go to the bathroom to "prep" myself.

I come back ready to go, he is lying there naked, still hard. Hairy chest, big hairy legs. I climb on top of him, we kiss, and I put his stiff dick inside of me. Something about taking control of a nervous top at the beginning is so hot. We are both moaning, and he's saying how amazing my ass feels.

For how tall Paul is, his dick is a bit average, but the entire situation is just so hot to me, and I'm really into it. I tell him to get on top of me, and I lie down flat on my stomach (one of my favourite positions to get fucked). He presses against me and sticks it back inside my ass, starts fucking like crazy, being quite loud about how good it feels and how I'm amazing.

I ask, "Do you want to cum inside of me?" "CAN I?" "Yes, but I need you deeper." "Deeper?? Okay!" He's thrusting into me like bambambambambam, which I'm loving. Then he goes, "Oh my god I'm going to cum - - I can't stop I can't stop I can't stop !"

Super hot climax (just him, I have whiskey dick as expected). I let him sit inside of me and wind down for several minutes. I asked him if he's ever cum inside someone before, and he said once, and the girl really freaked out on him. We're both done for the night, but not ready for sleep. We talk about sexuality and I put on Bob's Burgers.

The next morning I could tell he was awake and just sitting there on the bed with me awkwardly. In a sober/hungover state, I didn't really know how to behave in this situation. I pretended to keep dozing, until he finally left.

"I let him sit inside of me and wind down for several minutes" I LOVE THIS
"he said once, and the girl really freaked out on him" One of the reasons why I think gay sex is hotter

 

[jjdiamond]

I followed up with this guy the next day just making sure he was cool and not freaked out by what happened, because he identifies as "straight." He laughed but was like, "yea, never did anything like that before, and probably won't again." That sort of stung.

Months later in December of that year, his rowing club had their annual gala (aka a formal kegger at their boat club). We all drank and danced at the gala, and then got into cars/rideshares to someone's house for kick-ons (after party). He and I get in the same back seat of someone's car, and he secretly gets handsy with me, which I am fully into at that moment, so, signal received.

The night goes on, some gay guy from their club sticks around to hit on me, I'm not really into it and I Uber home. I text "Paul," because we had that moment, and I tell him I wasn't really interested in that guy. Paul responded that it made him jealous. I said, "well, I'm making some drunk snacks and it was like a $9 Uber to my place from the party, if you're interested." He said, "I'm definitely feeling it, but I'm nervous because you live with Matt (whom he rowed with at university)." I told him not to worry about it, I have a totally separate entrance to my part of the house and never run into Matt.

Paul comes over, we immediately start making out (he is a really good kisser honestly). We fool around on my bed, I suck his dick a bit, but I can tell he keeps feeling for my asshole and rubbing his fingers against it. I wasn't quite expecting this, so I tell him to hang out a sec, I go to the bathroom to "prep" myself.

I come back ready to go, he is lying there naked, still hard. Hairy chest, big hairy legs. I climb on top of him, we kiss, and I put his stiff dick inside of me. Something about taking control of a nervous top at the beginning is so hot. We are both moaning, and he's saying how amazing my ass feels.

For how tall Paul is, his dick is a bit average, but the entire situation is just so hot to me, and I'm really into it. I tell him to get on top of me, and I lie down flat on my stomach (one of my favourite positions to get fucked). He presses against me and sticks it back inside my ass, starts fucking like crazy, being quite loud about how good it feels and how I'm amazing.

I ask, "Do you want to cum inside of me?" "CAN I?" "Yes, but I need you deeper." "Deeper?? Okay!" He's thrusting into me like bambambambambam, which I'm loving. Then he goes, "Oh my god I'm going to cum - - I can't stop I can't stop I can't stop !"

Super hot climax (just him, I have whiskey dick as expected). I let him sit inside of me and wind down for several minutes. I asked him if he's ever cum inside someone before, and he said once, and the girl really freaked out on him. We're both done for the night, but not ready for sleep. We talk about sexuality and I put on Bob's Burgers.

The next morning I could tell he was awake and just sitting there on the bed with me awkwardly. In a sober/hungover state, I didn't really know how to behave in this situation. I pretended to keep dozing, until he finally left.

Can’t wait for more! I hope there is more! Have you ever done anything with Matt btw? Is he hot too?

 

[Narutokun2]

I hope we don't have to wait a year again.

 

[totoro2]

Hahahah, I thought I had told you all the rest, but was looking through my profile and saw I left you hanging.

Matt is super hot and according to locker room shower lore has a horse dick, so I was really into him for a while, but nothing came of it and he's married now with a kid. But he owned the house we were living in and my rent was stupid cheap for a bachelor pad studio.

Here is Matt:

Paul:

And me:

 

[totoro2]

So I spilled the beans about hooking up with Paul to everyone, because I don't believe in lying about your homosexual encounters and also don't think there was anything to be embarrassed about. But in our community, Paul was not exactly deemed the hottest guy, and he was a conservative, obviously closeted bisexual, etc, so ultimately I decided it would be better to not drunkenly hook up with him again.

HOWEVER, every single time we were drinking in the same setting, even just running into each other in the city, he would get a little handsy, kiss my head, physical things like that. I think the floodgates had just been opened for him with regard to me, and alcohol let him tap into his desires. Sober, however, he would be friendly but totally awkward and like none of it had happened. There was another night where I invited him to Uber to my place again, which he did, and I more or less told him off for acting like he was embarrassed of hooking up with me. I said, I'm gay and there is nothing wrong with that, and you make me feel like I'm something you're ashamed of. He apologised profusely and respectfully left.

At the following annual gala for his rowing club, I told my friends, hey don't let me hook up with Paul tonight. But in classic booze induced Paul fashion, he got handsy and kissy with me. I behaved myself (for the most part). After we left, one of the girls I went with said a rower from Paul's club was telling them in the women's toilet that I had r*ped Paul and he could press charges against me. I was livid. I'm sorry, he came onto *me* and I'm not sure what part of him paying for a car to my house and cumming inside my ass constitutes an absence of consent. I immediately reached out to Paul, who was equally upset with that person for spreading rumours.

It really put me off, and I didn't interact much with that rowing club again after that. Sorry for the boner kill. I did talk to Paul a bit here & there, and in retrospect I really wish I'd just fully leaned into it and had way more of a dalliance with him. For me, it was a bit of a pride thing, like I really don't believe in being made to feel less than for being gay, so of course it felt like an unhealthy indulgence. But I dunno, could've been fun, or maybe something more could've actually come of it if we decided we liked each other as more than a cock and hole. I've since moved away, but last I spoke to him, he did the quintessential polite thing saying "Let me know when you're in town." I probed for a possible invite, saying I wouldn't have anywhere to stay, to which he said Hahaha well I'd offer my place but there's not much room between me, my girlfriend, and our cat.

That said, months later, I got a text notification that he 'liked' one of our old hook-up messages, obviously revisiting the old fantasy fling.

 

[mateo.fdl]

Hahahah, I thought I had told you all the rest, but was looking through my profile and saw I left you hanging.

Matt is super hot and according to locker room shower lore has a horse dick, so I was really into him for a while, but nothing came of it and he's married now with a kid. But he owned the house we were living in and my rent was stupid cheap for a bachelor pad studio.

Here is Matt:

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Paul:

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And me:

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I just want to say that I want smell the armpits of all of you hahaha

 

[jjdiamond]

Hahahah, I thought I had told you all the rest, but was looking through my profile and saw I left you hanging.

Matt is super hot and according to locker room shower lore has a horse dick, so I was really into him for a while, but nothing came of it and he's married now with a kid. But he owned the house we were living in and my rent was stupid cheap for a bachelor pad studio.

Here is Matt:

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Paul:

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And me:

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Fuck! All 3 of you look hot asf! Matt looks like a sexy daddy with the beard, I love his nipples and armpits! Paul also looks sexy! A tall glass of water! Lucky you got to hook up with him! And you’re hot too! No wonder you caught Paul’s attention!
Thanks for sharing with us!

 

[jjdiamond]

So I spilled the beans about hooking up with Paul to everyone, because I don't believe in lying about your homosexual encounters and also don't think there was anything to be embarrassed about. But in our community, Paul was not exactly deemed the hottest guy, and he was a conservative, obviously closeted bisexual, etc, so ultimately I decided it would be better to not drunkenly hook up with him again.

HOWEVER, every single time we were drinking in the same setting, even just running into each other in the city, he would get a little handsy, kiss my head, physical things like that. I think the floodgates had just been opened for him with regard to me, and alcohol let him tap into his desires. Sober, however, he would be friendly but totally awkward and like none of it had happened. There was another night where I invited him to Uber to my place again, which he did, and I more or less told him off for acting like he was embarrassed of hooking up with me. I said, I'm gay and there is nothing wrong with that, and you make me feel like I'm something you're ashamed of. He apologised profusely and respectfully left.

At the following annual gala for his rowing club, I told my friends, hey don't let me hook up with Paul tonight. But in classic booze induced Paul fashion, he got handsy and kissy with me. I behaved myself (for the most part). After we left, one of the girls I went with said a rower from Paul's club was telling them in the women's toilet that I had r*ped Paul and he could press charges against me. I was livid. I'm sorry, he came onto *me* and I'm not sure what part of him paying for a car to my house and cumming inside my ass constitutes an absence of consent. I immediately reached out to Paul, who was equally upset with that person for spreading rumours.

It really put me off, and I didn't interact much with that rowing club again after that. Sorry for the boner kill. I did talk to Paul a bit here & there, and in retrospect I really wish I'd just fully leaned into it and had way more of a dalliance with him. For me, it was a bit of a pride thing, like I really don't believe in being made to feel less than for being gay, so of course it felt like an unhealthy indulgence. But I dunno, could've been fun, or maybe something more could've actually come of it if we decided we liked each other as more than a cock and hole. I've since moved away, but last I spoke to him, he did the quintessential polite thing saying "Let me know when you're in town." I probed for a possible invite, saying I wouldn't have anywhere to stay, to which he said Hahaha well I'd offer my place but there's not much room between me, my girlfriend, and our cat.

That said, months later, I got a text notification that he 'liked' one of our old hook-up messages, obviously revisiting the old fantasy fling.

Well I think you did the right thing at the time. No one should make you feel ashamed. we all look back at things and wish we’d done different. But it is never too late you can always reach out to him and visit.

 

[Narutokun2]

So I spilled the beans about hooking up with Paul to everyone, because I don't believe in lying about your homosexual encounters and also don't think there was anything to be embarrassed about. But in our community, Paul was not exactly deemed the hottest guy, and he was a conservative, obviously closeted bisexual, etc, so ultimately I decided it would be better to not drunkenly hook up with him again.

HOWEVER, every single time we were drinking in the same setting, even just running into each other in the city, he would get a little handsy, kiss my head, physical things like that. I think the floodgates had just been opened for him with regard to me, and alcohol let him tap into his desires. Sober, however, he would be friendly but totally awkward and like none of it had happened. There was another night where I invited him to Uber to my place again, which he did, and I more or less told him off for acting like he was embarrassed of hooking up with me. I said, I'm gay and there is nothing wrong with that, and you make me feel like I'm something you're ashamed of. He apologised profusely and respectfully left.

At the following annual gala for his rowing club, I told my friends, hey don't let me hook up with Paul tonight. But in classic booze induced Paul fashion, he got handsy and kissy with me. I behaved myself (for the most part). After we left, one of the girls I went with said a rower from Paul's club was telling them in the women's toilet that I had r*ped Paul and he could press charges against me. I was livid. I'm sorry, he came onto *me* and I'm not sure what part of him paying for a car to my house and cumming inside my ass constitutes an absence of consent. I immediately reached out to Paul, who was equally upset with that person for spreading rumours.

It really put me off, and I didn't interact much with that rowing club again after that. Sorry for the boner kill. I did talk to Paul a bit here & there, and in retrospect I really wish I'd just fully leaned into it and had way more of a dalliance with him. For me, it was a bit of a pride thing, like I really don't believe in being made to feel less than for being gay, so of course it felt like an unhealthy indulgence. But I dunno, could've been fun, or maybe something more could've actually come of it if we decided we liked each other as more than a cock and hole. I've since moved away, but last I spoke to him, he did the quintessential polite thing saying "Let me know when you're in town." I probed for a possible invite, saying I wouldn't have anywhere to stay, to which he said Hahaha well I'd offer my place but there's not much room between me, my girlfriend, and our cat.

That said, months later, I got a text notification that he 'liked' one of our old hook-up messages, obviously revisiting the old fantasy fling.

So sad.
It seems that it shouldn't be forever, whatever it takes.
But, heads up, there will always be another "Paul", right.

 

[totoro2]

I'm dating a beautiful, wonderful man in my new city, don't worry about me

Hope Paul figures out whatever it is he needs, no ill will from me. But thanks for letting me share, because it is like this hot fantasy that came to life. If it happened with me, it probably secretly happens all the time.