Sleeping with Friends, part 3

I'm living with Kevin now. No, we're not sleeping together (my dad kinda awkwardly asked that last night when we talked on the phone... or at least, I think he did... he sorta rambled on for a half-hour and I wasn't paying attention, but he did mention his view that I didn't have to sleep with all of my close male friends).

The reason I'm living with Kevin is because I'm spending the summer here for classes and an internship.  Living on campus is expensive and irritating, and I was sick of it, but the house I leased for next year I don't get to move in to until August.  Kevin has two housemates, but one of them was returning to our hometown for the summer, so I get to move into his old room. There was one slight problem though.  The college that Kevin and his housemates goes to has their finals week this week. Meanwhile, the college that I go to had its summer session begin Monday.  So, for a few nights, I was stuck in a house where I didn't have a bed.

Thus, on Monday night, after an epicly bad day (I lost my wallet, front tire of my bike is flat, I was hungry), I went over to a friend's house.  Quinn just finished his Master's degree in Biochemistry and is applying for med school... sometime in the near future.  Point is, even though school's over, he's still hanging around in town for a few weeks. I headed over to his house where he consoled me over the loss of my wallet, reheated some Chinese takeout for me, and we watched Family Guy while I ate.

Afterwards, we cuddled in his bed and watched August Rush. By the way, that is an excellent movie to cuddle and/or have sex to. The plot is so predictable that you can ignore it for half an hour and still know exactly what's going, but both the cinematography and music are beautiful, so it's nice to have in the background. Plus, it's sappy and sentimental and romantic, which makes everyone feel cuddly.

All of this combined meant that for most of the movie, Quinn was curled up in my arms as my hands roamed about his body under his clothes, mostly playing with his chest and nips.  By the time the movie was over, he was so randy that it didn't take much to strip him of his shirt and boxers, where I found that his downward curved cock was hard and leaking.

I lay on my back while he rolled on top of me and straddled my hips. He's tiny, about 5'6 and probably only 125 lbs.  We kissed out and teased and ran our fingers along each others bodies until he pulled out some lube and sat on my fat cock... admittedly, with some difficulty, but eventually he got used to it.


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You know what? These stories about sex are fucking boring.  They're only really good if I'm willing to put the time and attention into writing all of the hot steamy details. And I'm not.  I'd rather spend that time actually fucking.

Maybe I should delete this blog...

Bad Hair Day

Sometimes, a man must ask himself the question, "Can I cut my own hair?" The answer is no. It's always no. It's a dumb question. That's why I currently have three bald patches on the back of my head.

Earlier today, I returned to my old stomping grounds of upstate New York.  After taking a nice hot shower to rid myself of the hobo stench that inevitably clings after a night ride on a greyhound, I realized that my hair had grown longer than I tend to like. So, I gave myself a haircut.

The result caused my housemate to first look at me in shock and then to start cracking up. Glancing in the mirror, I didn't think it was that bad, until he took a picture of the back of my head and showed it to me.

I texted Max and Nate, asking if either of them knew a good place to get a haircut.  Nate did, but his place was farther away than I willing to travel. Max responded that he didn't, and that further more, he hadn't gotten wasted at a party the night before and was stuck way out of town, so we might have trouble getting together later tonight.

No big deal, I thought. There's a nice haircut place on campus. I'll just get a buzz cut and have my little experiment cleaned up there. Unfortunately, upon arrival, I discovered that the haircut place is only open on Wednesdays and Fridays during the summer.

 So yeah. I'm stick with raggedy, patchy hair for two days. At least I don't have to look at myself.

Tumblrs I Love

Sticking with my habit of being at least three years behind the times, I do not have a tumblr.  This is probably a bad thing because there are about four different tumblrs that I follow on a daily basis.

I'm thinking about switching this blog over to tumblr, and probably will since I have an Iphone and a mac.  Really, the only things stopping me at this point are that I'm too lazy to google how to switch over and that if I do switch over to tumblr, I'll have to become a hipster in more ways than I'd like.

Right.  That said, after the jump are a bunch of rather good tumblrs.  Some of them are gay, some are bondage, some are both. Sample pics will be included with each.

Least Interesting Man in the World

Originally, I was going to title this "How Not to Study for Finals."  That was because two weeks ago, when I realized I needed to be updating this more, finals were just around the corner.


To put that in perspective, my last final was Friday. So, I apologize for not writing more.

Stay and read, my friends. (XKCD)

That said, the reason I have not been writing is not that I lack material to write about, but simply that I have a life and that writing for this blog isn't a high priority for me. Also, I tend to draft stuff and then just not publish it for awhile.

So, after the jump, I'm going to list all of the things I'm currently working on for this blog.  If anyone actually reads this and cares about what they read, leave a comment just mentioning which of the things I mentioned you would like me to prioritize.

Liam's Mistake, Part 7: Evocati Cabal

Yes, yes, we killed Bin Laden yesterday. But this blog is about sex.  So, here's part seven.  All disclaimers still apply: