Wacky College Adventures...

I'm decently sure I just spent the past five days in a wacky college comedy or stoner movie as a side character and nobody bothered to tell me they were filming.

Exactly like this, with the Tom Green character being played by Yours Truly.

Remember that short post I made earlier called "Real Life Adventures?" After the jump is basically an expansion of that concept. 

Liam's Mistake, Part 4

Because everyone loves my writing...

Real Life Adventures

Yesterday, I got back to my dorm from Joe's place at about 1:30 in the afternoon.  My suitemate, Mick. had two of his friends over, Jeff and Avi.  They were old high school friends of his and Jeff had joined the Navy and was shipping off next month, so he and Avi had driven the six hours to get up here for one last hurrah with Mick. There had been a concert last night on campus followed by some raging parties, so the three of them were massively hungover and hungry. Mick's band was playing a concert tonight, so he needed to prepare.

"Dude, Jack, these guys have never been to Hot Stuff BBQ!"
"I've never been there either."
"What?! You need to take them there."

And that's how I was drafted into taking Jeff and Avi to a BBQ place I had never been to (though I knew where it was). We piled into Jeff's car and drove up.

"God, that show was awesome last night! Did you go to it?"
"Nah... I was out last night."
"Oh? Where?"

Political Nonsense: Santorum

Rick Santorum, former Senator from PA, seems to be thinking about running for President in 2012.

"The idea is that the state doesn't have rights to limit individuals' wants and passions. I disagree with that. I think we absolutely have rights because there are consequences to letting people live out whatever wants or passions they desire.(1)"

Now, this would all be fine and dandy, except he's a homophobic bigot who supported the war in Iraq and believes in "intelligent design."

Thankfully, he has no chance of being elected and has a particularly vicious google problem.  That said, I'd like it to stay that way, so if you ever see Santorum on the ballot, don't vote for him, and here's my link to Spreading Santorum.

Now back to the usual smut...

Descent into Chains, part 1

No, this one isn't a piece of fiction, as might be suspected due to its melodramatic title.  Rather, this will be my attempt to put into chronological order my interest in bondage and its intersections with the rest of my sex life.

Granted if you've read the erotic story I post on here in bits and pieces, or even just that more recent post about Nate, you've probably gotten some idea that I'm into bondage...

That's a boring and terrible beginning to this post. Restart:
I was rubbing my hard cock through my pants and staring intently at the screen.  The website in front of me was covered in hundreds, if not thousands, of pictures of naked women provocatively displayed. For a 12 year old boy, it was a godsend.  I clicked on one, and was immediately brought to another gallery.

There was a distinct pause as I took in what I saw and realized what it was. As I stared in wide mouthed, open eyed ecstasy, I nearly jizzed my pants...

Once again, to sample more of my wonderful writing, follow the jump...

Sleeping with Friends, Part 1

Most of the guys I sleep with are random hookups.  Usually not complete strangers; I like to get to know someone a bit before I sleep with, but still people who outside of the bedroom I'd almost never encounter.

There have been a few exceptions to this.  Alex, for instance, was my hall mate. And Mei, obviously, I was dating.  But only twice in life have I ended up sleeping with a friend.  And surprisingly enough, I was dead sober both times.

To read more please follow the jump.

Repeated Hookups

Remember Nate?  The twink I slept with a couple weeks back? The guy who I worried that I'd drive away by texting him too much?

Yeah, turns out that despite my concerns, he is decently into me.  We stayed in touch over the past couple weeks, and texted little nothings back and forth.  Due to tests, and homework, and all of that stuff, we hadn't been able to meet up. Last night though, he was able to come over. And that excited me.

For more of this fascinating tale, follow the jump.

Body Image

I'm in damn good shape.

I'm 19, 180 lbs (it varies between 177 and 183 lbs), 6'1.  I play rugby, I swim 50 laps in the morning a couple times a week, I run 5 miles in 40 minutes other mornings, I don't look half bad with my shirt off.

But: I don't keep track of what I eat, I don't know how much body fat I have, I don't have a distinctive six pack. I look absolutely nothing like Marky Mark.

Mark Wahlberg used to be a male model. What the hell.

I'm fine with that. I have a healthy body image, but damnit, I want more.

Dangers of Hitchhiking

I've never hitchhiked.  There was a time (the 50s and 60s) when it was considered practically normal for young people without cars to thumb a ride if they needed to get somewhere.  It's one of those things that we seem to have lost our innocence on. Sure, statisically, it's probably just as safe, if not safer, to hitchhike these days then it was years ago, but nowadays, everybody's afraid of hitchhikers and those who would hitchhike are afraid of everybody else.

My dad hitchhiked when he was my age.  And he told me a story about one of the last times he did.

Turning Down Older Guys

I got this message on a hookup site I'm on.
"YUM YUM Jack..........i want some, lol"

Now if a 5'7 blond 18 yo freshman over in the other dorm had sent this, I'd be over there in three seconds flat. Hell, I wouldn't even put on a shirt first despite it being cold as balls out.