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Partying as a Third Wheel

My apologies for not posting in the past month. After I finished recovering from surgery, I made it back up to upstate NY, and immediately found myself buried in classes, work, and boys.  All in all, it's not bad. I'll discuss them one by one.

First up: Classes.  The plan for this summer was to take two math classes, back to back.  I missed half of the first one due to health problems, but upon my return, I took the final exam I had missed and ended up with a B in the class. I consider that to be not bad, though it seems like everyone but me gets straight As.

The second math class, I missed the first week of while recovering, and upon my return was immediately handed a test. Needless to say, I failed the test, but I've kept with the class in hopes of bringing my grades up.

Second: work.  My job is awesome. I work in an underground lab with monkeys. Literally, monkeys. We have four of them and we've named them Calvin, Hobbes, Batman, and Joker.  I only get paid $8 an hour, but I get to do insanely cool with research with an amazing professor. Plus, it turns out the department I work in is filled with nerds who party hard.  Last week, I went over to a Professor's house for a party and saw that Professor do a keg stand in his backyard. Last night, I went out partying with two friends, a straight white boy we'll call Ryan and a straight Asian girl we'll call Ellen.  Ryan works in my lab, Ellen works in the lab next to us. Since we all live within a few blocks of each other in the student ghetto (conveniently located within the actual ghetto.  Seriously, we're all afraid of getting shot.), Ryan and I headed over to Ellen's house where a party was going on, drank some tequila and played some Never Have I Ever, went to another party, and then finally broke into the local public pool at about 1:00 Am and went swimming.

Ellen is a sexy, nerdy, fun girl.  She's thin and pretty with a tattoo of a feather disintegrating into birds above her right hip, she handles her tequila well, she's incredibly intelligent, she's a senior applying to med school, she likes fucking outdoors, and  she has the hots for Ryan.

Ryan is an awesome guy about half a foot shorter than me, also a senior applying to med school, has a girlfriend, and enjoys talking to Ellen.

I have the hots for Ellen.  The end result is Ellen spent the evening trying to get with Ryan, Ryan spent the evening talking with Ellen, and I spent the evening trying to get with Ellen and feeling increasingly like a third wheel.  I canceled plans with Joe to get shot down by Ellen. Ugh.

Third, boys. Ralphie is no longer a fuck buddy of mine. No longer will I have the pleasure of him crawling into bed with me, begging "Easy, Tiger" as I fucked him. See, the most recent time he was over, which was about two weeks ago, I think, as we lay in bed enjoying pillow talk the topic of cars came up. He asked my why I don't drive much, and I told him the story of how I fell asleep behind the wheel when I was 16. Three times, over the course of two weeks.  Those were terrifying, and my mom hadn't been too keen on me driving after that. Frankly, neither was I.  So, I got used to using public transportation, realized that not having to pay for gas or insurance was awesome, and now, over three years later, rarely drive.  That's when I noticed Ralphie silently weeping on my shoulder.  It turns out his sister, a few years ago, was killed when a driver fell asleep behind the wheel and rammed into her car.  The drive walked away. Ralphie's sister... wasn't so lucky.  After that, after I cuddled him some, he told me he didn't think he could sleep with me again.  He couldn't help but think of her now that he had associated me with her death.  That, I could understand. After we got dressed, he sat on my lap and I held him tight in my arms.  Usually, I don't get emotionally invested in my fuck buddies, but Ralphie was nice, sarcastic, sardonic, cute, and adorable in bed.  I didn't want to let him go.  Other circumstances, I might have even asked him out given enough time.  But that was that. He left, life moved on, and by the next day, I was over it.

Final story, and then I need to head out:  There's been a massive heat wave these past few days, and on Wednesday night, it was too hot to sleep.  Max texted me, told me he had air conditioning, and asked me to fuck him. Never mind that he was 2.5 miles away, that I had work in the morning, that my bike was recently stolen.  It was too hot to sleep in my room, so I sprinted the 2.5 miles there, showered, crawled in bed with him, fucked him in his wonderfully cool, air conditioned room, and drifted off to sleep with him in my arms, the sweet, cool air, drifting over us. Morning come, I ran back home, showered, changed, headed to work.  Gotta love life.

Liam's Mistake, Part 9: The Dynasty

The saga continues! All rights reserved, if you want to copy this elsewhere, please link it back to me.

To Hell and Back Again

Ralph lay there, covered in my cum. It dripped down his slightly raised left shoulder and down his chest and stomach.  It dripped from his left cheek, where a large splotch had caught  him. It stuck in his shaggy brown hair and some of it clung to the wall beyond him.
"I had no idea you were a shooter."
It was an understatement.  I had just fired a week's load of cum at Ralph like he was the canvas of a Jackson Pollack painting.  I rolled off from where I had been straddling his legs and lay next to him as he mopped up my cum with my discarded shirt. "I'm still horny," I said. "I think I can do it again, want to see me try?"

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...

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:

Liam's Mistake, Part 6: Eric's Party

Another part of this terrible piece of fiction.
Usual disclaimers apply.
Follow the jump to read.

Grindr: Another Reason to Make Sweet, Sweet Love to My Iphone

For those of you who don't know, Grindr is an Iphone app that takes advantage of the Iphone's GPS capabilities to let you know who else has Grindr nearby and how far away from you they are.  Also, it lets you see a picture of them, chat with them, and see whatever information they've scribbled down on their profile.

Oh yeah, it's also advertised as a way to "Find Gay, Bi, Curious guys nearby."  Pretty much it's an easy way to hookup.

Now, I haven't used Grindr much, largely because I got an Iphone all of two weeks ago. However, I did use it a couple nights ago.

To read this story, follow the jump:

Liam's Mistake, Part 5

Since sadistic fiction is always more interesting than real life...

Usual disclaimer applies: everyone is fictional, none of this happened, rape is bad, yadda, yadda, yadda. Don't read it if you don't want to.

There is a surprisingly lack of good bondage online. But I stole this from here.

Sleeping with Friends, part 2

First, I know, I haven't updated the blog in a month.  I apologize for my inconsistency, but, in my defense, I have a life.

That said, as way of apology, have this boy:

Unapologetically stolen from this tumblr.

But now for the real reason that you're here: to listen to my rambling tales about awkward sexual encounters.  That's not why you're here? Too bad. That's what you're getting.

I met Kevin the summer I turned 16.  We spent the summer interning together doing robotics research.  At the time, he was pony tail, goatee, and black shirt wearing part time hacker, full time nerd.  We got along well that summer and stayed in touch after the summer was over, largely because we shared a mutual interest in robotics.  After high school, he went to a college in my hometown for a year before transferring to a college in the town where I go to school.  Conveniently enough, the house he and his roommates rented was actually closer to my college than to his, so we spent time hanging out during the brief periods when we were both free.

One fine November day, we were talking on Facebook chat about life, the universe, and everything where he brought up that ever since he broke up with his girlfriend, he's been tempted to experiment with his sexuality.  I paused, then asked "are you making a pass at me?"

To read more of this fascinating tale, follow the jump:

Liam's Mistake, Part 4

Because everyone loves my writing...

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.

Poppers and Protection

For those of you who don't know, poppers are any one of a number alkyl nitrates inhaled during sex.  They give you a quick rush to the head, relax your muscles, and fill you with warm sensations.

Also for those of you who don't know, protection refers to condoms.  This is a sex blog, that one should have been obvious.

Yesterday afternoon, I met a guy who, for the purposes of this blog, we'll call Nate.  He was 5'7 or so, and the perfect definition of twink. Boyish, blond hair, tanned (which considering the fact that we're in the icy north, that's an accomplishment), and stunning blue eyes.  I went with my patent pending pick up line "Holy fuck, you're cute. Climb into my bed now."

Because he was a gay guy and, say, not a straight girl, that worked perfectly. Rather than calling the police on me and having me arrested for sexual harassment, he said "I've got class, but I want to soon." We exchanged numbers and he agreed to come over to my dorm after rugby practice.

To read more, follow the jump.

Deep Throating

Before I say anything about sucking dick, I'd like to thank the wonderful university I attend.  The excellent internet connection provided here lets me rip massive porn videos off the internet in seconds.  And that, my friends, is why we live in the future, where hot naked twinks riding dildos can be displayed on our laps in record time.

That said, blogger is being a bitch and won't let me upload the video. No, it's not that I don't know how to use blogger. Stop looking at me like that. I'm not incompetent, just technically challenged.  I'll just show you screencaps instead and you can pretend you're me.  You know you do already.

Anyways, to here my thoughts on deep throating,  and far more importantly, to see more of this boy:

Follow the jump.

Hooking Up Frustrations

The single most frustrating thing about random hooking up is that it relies on The Shotgun Theory to work.  Shotgunning is the art of hitting on as many people as possible until one of them hooks up with you.  The downside to this is the absurd amount of rejection you will encounter, or, since this blog is about me, that I encounter on a regular basis.

Take, for example, this past winter break. Darryl is a close friend of one my good friends.  He is also fabulously gay and I find him to be fantastically hot.

This is not Darryl, but he's similar enough for our purposes:

For more of this story and for more images of hot naked boys, please continue after the jump.

First Time

At 5:00 AM on Friday, December 4, 2009, I sat down at my computer, shaking a bit.
And I began typing:
"Alex just left my room.
Well, most of him did. His cum is still on my chest..."

But before I relate all of the fun adventures that happened that night, I feel some background is necessary.

First off, I didn't want to use any actual pictures of Alex, so I just grabbed some of a porn star who looks kinda like him. Alex looks like this guy, but hotter:

To see more of him and to continue to sample my scintillating writing skills, follow the jump.

Hello World

There was a blog I read the spring of my senior year of high school.
It was called "Hyper Sexed History Nerd," and its author, Josh, was a gay kid in his freshman year of college.  He used the blog to detail his sexual adventures, funny stories, and personal struggles with romance through his freshman year of college.  Unfortunately, at the start of his sophomore year, he found out that people he knew in real life recognized him as the author of his blog, and ultimately determined that it would be better to stop writing and to delete what he had written.

I am not as good a writer as Josh.  My stories aren't as exciting, or as adventurous, or as poignant as his were.  But I am a sophomore in college, I'm bi, and I do have stories to share.

These stories will be filled with sex (most of it gay), with awkward moments, and with all the little weird moments that make life pleasant.  Hopefully, dear reader, you will grow to enjoy them almost as much as I do.