So I’m all for having an aggressive partner. But typically, I like to be in charge. Hooked up with the guy from a couple weeks ago again. He was degrading and mean and I hated it. I felt so disgusting. Guess I’m changing.
I called my best friend afterwards. Luckily, she made things better.
If the hot girl from Disturbia hates Megan Fox for being the Shia LeDouche hot sidekick that everyone jacks off to?
“Sir, would you be interested in a submissive foot licker and free cleaning boy?”
The boys of manhunt sure are interesting here.
You are not the name of the person I hooked up with Friday. How do I know this? Because you’re entered into my phonebook as “Holltq.”
I think I meant to type in “Hookup,” because that is what we did. It was nice. He talked dirty. A lot. What is it with men in this city who like to call me a little slut? Eh, I liked it.
I just went down on him. For a while. He said he was wasted. I think. I was as well. I started out the night at a place called “Cheap Shots and Beer.” The night could only get sloppy from there.
So last weekend I went out with some friends, came back, got online, and started camming with a rando. He was hot. I was drunk. And horny.
It was fine until he started asking me to do the most random things. He only want to see my ass, he kept asking to see my feet, and wanted me to fist myself.
I will never fist myself, I fucking hate feet, and I was on the verge of passing out.
In addition, throughout the entire thing, he kept calling me a slut/whore/pig. Not cool. I shut the computer before he came.
-Boy
I’m in a new location for the summer. After experiencing the most whore-filled semester of my life (I tripled my sex list…whoops), I’m hoping to top it off with an even more whore filled summer.
Also, I’m pretty sure Girl is done with this. She’s posted, what, twice? Screw her. This is Boy’s blog now.
I haven’t updated in a while.
So much to tell. I took two boys’ virginity this semester. That was fun.
One was a friend who decided to grow his hair out, making him look less like Clay Aiken. Plus, I was wasted everytime we hooked up. I would ignore him when sober, yet as soon as I hit the sauce, it was on. I’m glad he graduated though. Too needy.
Then there was the boy I hate who hates me just as much. Bad sex. BAD sex. Couldn’t keep it in, couldn’t keep it up, and once tried to pull a sexy move but ended up dropping me flat on my ass. I have the scar to prove it.
I also made out with TOG. As a joke. Nobody believes that reasoning.
Apparently, I have a strange effect on the guys I either date or hook up with: they either go back in the closet or realize that they really DO like vag too. Let’s look at the list:
First crush: gave me not only my first kiss, but first heartache. He is now straight and possibly engaged.
First college crush: I sent him even FURTHER into the closet for a while. Still closeted, but may possibly be dating another closeted boy. Who knows.
First sexing: He is the worst case. Thinks he’s straight because Jesus told him that taking turns doing doggy style with a boy you had never met before wasn’t so Christian-like. He is now majoring in Biblical studies. He’s flaming and fooling nobody (especially not Jesus).
TOG: *sigh* Apparently, the fact that girls willingly make out with him while he’s drunk has fooled him into believing he could be with a woman. His reasoning? “It’s just so much easier than trying to get with a guy!” Girl chewed him out for saying this. He might soon be renamed “That One Guy Who I Can’t Fucking Stand.” TOGWICFS.
And finally: The Boy Who Can’t Orgasm. While we were dating, he revealeved that he had lost his virginity to a woman, and could maybe do it again. After complaining to him about the stupidity of TOG(WICFS), he must have taken this into account and is now bi.
Glad I could be of service to all these boys.
I use it to fuck with guys heads. It’s fun. I once made a guy meet me somewhere.
Of course, I didn’t go, but I’m hoping he had fun getting stood up.
Some kid I apparently drunkenly IMed on Saturday (before the sex-in-my-parents-house incident) won’t stop contacting me.
I’ve ignored his IMs, I’ve ignored his texts, but they keep coming. And getting more bizarre. They’ve transformed from “Sorry if I’m bothering you, I can take a hint” to “Sorry I was IMing you so much earlier and being all creepy, I just don’t want you to get the wrong impression.”
Fucking Christ, he just IMed again. Get a clue fatass. You’re creepy.
