Sex and Lies

 I don't write stories about my encounters too often anymore. There are many reasons for this; I'm lazy, I spend most of my taking making those encounters happen, my naming schema has long ago run out of pseudonyms for everyone I've been fucking, the encounters have become routine, etc.

This story is such an interwoven mess that I'd rather remember all of it, and since it's a good story, I'll share it with you, dear readers.

Liam's Mistake, Part 10: Plotting

I almost forgot I was still writing this.  Part 10, for all three of you who enjoy this story.  Again, the usual disclaimers: fictional, do not try at home, yadda yadda yadda, if you post this somewhere else link back to me.

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

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

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:

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.

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.

Liam's Mistake

I began writing this story in May of 2009.  Those of you who are keeping careful track of my life's chronology may notice that was six or seven months before I had ever slept with a boy.  I was also 17 at the time, as is the narrator, who's name, conveniently, is Jack.  Make of that what you will.

I wrote a couple parts of it the summer of 2009, abandoned it for a year, took it up again in the summer of 2010, and published the first 5 parts of it online on BDSMLibrary and had written a sixth part before I dropped it again.

As you can imagine from where it was posted, the story is a bdsm fantasy. If you are into that sort of thing and care to read it, please follow the jump.  Without further ado, Part 1 of Liam's Mistake:

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.