College Boi

Being a young gay man in the Bible Belt doesn't exactly suck...it just means you have to be a little discrete, otherwise you have this likely chance of getting your head bashed in by a bunch of religious zealots or rednecks who think you'd be better off if they administered their own punishment other than the one they say you'll get from the High Almighty. Truth is, though, some of them wouldn't mind getting little hand job or head job of their own. And truth be told, they sorta like giving them, too. Believe me, I know. Straight boys can be SO funny.

But maybe I overthink this--truth be told, once many find out I'm gay it's either a)not much of a shock because they already knew or b)they just don't care. While I'm not exactly obvious, I guess the shyness and the girl chats might give it away. And I must say, my network of friends and hags are wonderful.

For the longest time, though, I was in the closet and was under the impression that i just couldn't be in a relationship with a guy. Now, I'm not so much in the closet these days and can say I'm gleefully attached in a relationship that...gasp...doesn't rely itself on sex.

It's didn't come without it's sore spots, though...no pun intended.

Especially considering the guy who essentially brought me out of said closet is sorta now one of the most famous openly gay college students in the country. College Boi, as I'll call him, lent his ear, and I lent my heart for a brief fling that stretched out over the course of a couple of meetings over 3 months.

While some of it was good, truth be told I've learned in my subsequent...um...'education'...that he was a bad lay. No foreplay AT ALL, just straight to whatever it was we were going to do. And a not-so-attractive dick, too. Making out on the futon was the extent of his foreplay whenever we did anything. There's a lot to be said for dragging it out a little and teasing and playing. He never did any of that. One thing I will say was his saving grace, though, was his penchant for wanting reciprocation.

You see, in the course of my time 'hooking up' (a practice that is surprisingly easy these days thanks to the Internet), a lot of my encounters had a habit of being 'all about me'. And for as much as I am a guy and for as much as I appreciate it (they seem to like my cock, what can I say?), I like reciprocation (but if you're going to be 'all about me', you better surprise me). I mean, hell, I got a decent tongue, too...and a deep throat. Two things which College Boi seemed to appreciate it whenever I sorta initiated whatever foreplay we did.

(On a side note, thankfully my beau these days also appreciates it, and thankfully, he's got an attractive dick.)

College Boi broke my heart, despite the fact that, at the time, he was all I knew. And I genuinely liked him, too. It was what it was, but I think I got myself invested in it a little more than I anticipated.

He came calling back a couple of months afterwards...after he had broken up with the boy he sorta left me for. But by then, the spark was no longer there. A decent aquaintance he would become, but certainly not a lover anymore.

He recently moved away, and while there will always be a soft spot for him (he was, after all, my first), I must admit I'm glad he's gone. He was a little shady about a couple of details about his life (as if I wasn't, but still...), but the more I learned about him the less I liked. He won't promise you the world, but he will promise you a good time if it serves his purposes.

I guess I caught him at a good time. But that doesn't excuse the fact that he was a bad lay.

posted by Carrie, Samantha, Miranda, and Charlotte @ 2:14 AM Comments: 0