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There’s a reason this is so hot and that’s because it’s about two men actually connecting.
Yes exactly, its such a good read and love the fact that that such a sexy young stud can fancy and want a bear so badly !There’s a reason this is so hot and that’s because it’s about two men actually connecting.
There’s a reason this is so hot and that’s because it’s about two men actually connecting.
Yes exactly, its such a good read and love the fact that that such a sexy young stud can fancy and want a bear so badly !
I have the oppositie of this issue, in real life I am very passive, plagued by guilt, always serving others. During sex I become dominant, because it's the only time some horny guy looks at me and wants to please me and worships me as if I'd be gods gift to the earth. All other instances in my life I just feel worthless.
I would even go as far and claim that what trans women like Caitlyn Jenner were looking for in their transition was a break from that old school hypermasculine alpha persona which practically nobody can live up to all the time.
The degredation kink serves as a gateway to a supressed part of self whom isn't the dominant alpha everybody expects one to be, just as my domination kink helps me reconnect with my intrinsic masculine instinct which I supressed early in life out of fear.
My man, I read the whole story in one breath, it was extremely captivating, both the hot, sexy parts, and, as someone above me already commented, the amazing bonding and human chemistry you clearly managed to build, despite your friend not being exactly the most talkative man out there. I think your friendship is amazing and I am super glad for you, finding a friend for life and an amazing and dedicatedcum dump… uhm, I meant lover .
I would definitely appreciate some more information about the formation of your friendship - you mentioned him influencing your life in great ways and vice versa - I believe this took place over the years… Also, is he “out” now, living in a gay or straight relationship?
Thank you so much for sharing everything, it was a pleasure to read it, you are a naturally gifted story teller, bro…
The only thing I was concerned about was - are you 100% sure your friend will be OK with you sharing your common history? I’m not even going to pretend I have any idea how close-knit or open the UFC world/brotherhood is, and while I doubt anyone even remotely homophobic would end up reading this forum, I would probably still check with my buddy before sharing even more of your lives and bro-escapades and pillow talks
Just my two cents… And greetings from Czech Republic
Amazing story I really enjoyed it , I love the fact you and him turned into suck great friends . And he’s def not from Staten Island cause I know all the SI fighters and none fit this description
lol
You just described me lolHa! Thank you for the good words and I am glad you enjoyed the story.
You're right about SI, but he is absolutely from the New York City metro area. That is the truth. That thick accent makes me melt to my knees even today. Hearing a guy like that say "FUCK ME" --- in any of those accents (SI, Brooklyn, Bronx, Northern Jersey) makes your knees buckle. If you're gay, and you're from there, you know EXACTLY what I am talking about.
Do you also happen to train in MMA and compete?You just described me lol
Can you find a pic of a similar physique and facial featured person to share to get our vicarious boners?Part 3 - Sean Texts Me About Mark
I wake up the next morning at my buddy's house in Jersey City, and grab my phone. Three or four standard text messages like we all get. One of them is from Sean:
Sean: You get home okay?
Me: Yea. We were out 'till 3. Fun time but my head hurts.
Sean: My friend Mark asked about you when we were eating.
Me: You mean the blockhead? [That's what I called him because he was hot and straight and didn't talk much]
Sean: Yea. He wanted to know where you were from, what you were doing here in the city? Like how I knew you?
Me: Why?
Sean: I don't know.
Me: There's no way he's gay right?
Sean: He never said anything to me. We know each other from a function at the firehouse he was at last week. I just met the guy too. I don't really know him.
Me: So why the fuck is he asking about me then?
Sean: I don't know. He just had a lot of questions about you.
Me: What did you do after you guys finished dinner last night?
Sean: I went home. He said he was going home and walked up the block to grab a cab.
Me: Um. He didn't go right home. He showed up outside Gym Bar. I saw him on the sidewalk.
Sean: You sure it was him?
Me: You do not fucking forget a guy like that. It was definitely him.
Sean: I can give you his phone number if you want. Good luck with that.
Me: What am I going to do with that? "Hi I'm Dave [that's me in this story] the dude you met the other night. Wanna fuck?" and what get my ass beat? No thanks."
Sean: You want it or not?
Me: Yes.
Sean gives me his phone number. It starts with 718, sure enough, Brooklyn, Queens, or Staten Island. I knew it. I put it in my phone under "Mark Tough Guy" and then proceeded to get out of bed, shower, and go about my day.
About six hours later, I get a text message from none other than Mark Tough Guy. Now I hadn't texted him yet and probably wasn't going to at all. But there was the notification staring at me on my phone screen. Remember this was 2011, so it was what the iPhone 3G at this point? LOL. "1 new message," then a second, "2 new messages".
My heart was racing. I stared at my phone for a solid minute and tapped the notification.
Mark: "Hey, bro. We met yesterday for a sec. Hope you don't mind, but I asked Sean for your number.
Mark: "What's up? You remember me?"
Me: "I always remember a nice handshake, you almost crushed my hand. Not much. Stayed out too late and drank a little too much. Just recovering slowly today."
Mark: "Sorry about that. Hope it doesn't hurt this morning. Listen bro so I'm always direct. Can I ask you a personal question?"
Me: "Uh, sure."
Mark: "Sean says you're gay. You didn't seem gay. Are you?"
[Now, hold the fuck up here. Let's step back and think of the two dozen paths this conversation could go down. I was speechless and had no idea what to say. My heart was racing like 120 bpm, my hands were shaking, and I took forever to muster the courage to respond]
Me: "Sean should mind his own business, LOL. But yea, I am. Why do you ask?"
Mark: "Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. That's totally cool. I don't know many gay guys and you seem kind of cool. Can we meet up and have a few beers and maybe talk?"
[Again, part of me is thinking I am getting into some serious trouble here. There is something about him that's just a little off. I'm usually an excellent read on people, and I couldn't put my finger on it. Sure, I have met a lot of very masculine gay guys in my life from all walks of life too, so I more than anyone know never to judge immediately. But in my head there is no planet on which this guy is gay. It's just not possible.]
Me: "Ummmm, yea, ok. We could do that. You're not going to stuff me in a truck or anything, right? LOL HAHAHAHA *emoji* *emoji*."
Mark: "Nah, bro. You're safe with me. I just want to hang out."
Me: "Sure. I don't live in New York though. I'm from DC, so just up here until tomorrow. You thinking tonight or another time?"
Mark: "I can't do tonight, I have an event to go to. But how about this, want to meet in Philly next weekend?"
Me: "For the day?"
Mark: "Well, we could get a hotel and make it a weekend if you can do that. I kind of don't want to hang out in NYC, I know too many people and like to keep a low profile."
Me: "Yea, I can do that. I got to be honest with you, I don't usually get approached this forward and when it does happen, it's usually not from a guy like you."
Mark: "What do you mean a guy like me?"
Me: "Scratch that. I don't know what I meant. Sorry."
Mark: I'm cool. I promise. Let's just hang out and grab a bunch of drinks, dinner, and talk."
Me: "Alright man. Next weekend it is. Can I get your last name for my contact list?"
[I also wanted to try to look him up on Facebook]
Mark: "Mind if I pass on that one? I'm not hiding from you but I kind of need to tell you in person. It's more of a story there, hope you don't mind. I promise I'm not a nutjob."
Me: "Okay, that's fair. At least send me a cool pic of you for my contact list."
Mark: "Ok. Here. Talk later bro. Nice to meet ya."
Mark: "Oh yea, I'll book the hotel. There's a certain gym I want to be near that's convenient for me, so I'll take care of all that. You just bring you.,"
Me: "Alright fine you can be the top. LOL *emoji*"
Mark: "Oh, I'm definitely not a top."
Me: "So uh you know all about that?"
Mark: "Let's just say I have done my homework. Talk later bro. Nice to meet you Dave."
I would like nothing more than to post that picture he sent me. It's a picture that still makes my heart race almost 11 years later. But he and I are still friends, and we have a level of respect between us that is unbreakable, and I simply can't share. Sorry guys. I may be able to go through and find a headless one at some point and blur out some tattoos. I'll try to do that in the next few posts.
Up Next: Part 4 - Philadelphia With Mark