Sometimes I wonder if I'm too sex obsessed. I think about it pretty often. It's my understanding, however, that most men think about sex all the time. And, I think it's especially true of the gays. Men, Men, Men! All the time with the men!
Sometimes it's exhausting.
Now, I don't want to be vulgar but you all are a bunch of nasty bitches anyway so here's goes. I've heard of couples that are able to have sex more than once consecutively and spend hours doing it. I've never had this experience.
Until now.
I soooo earned my badge. Now, if I can just get my "bottoming" badge, I'll be top gay scout. Gay scouts, you ask? Yes, it's true. We have den drag mothers and we go on camping trips that are very environmentally friendly as we all sleep in the same tent and the same sleeping bag. We even sell cookies. But, not just any cookies. They're laced with liquor and bitterness. We have 'Thin Twinks', 'Hung Samoans', and 'Fagalongs'.
The 'Hung Samoans' are best sellers. But, you have to break them in half to eat them if you're a gagger.
Soooo, yes. I met a guy online about a month ago and after meeting I got the distinct impression that he had very high nerd levels. But, he was kinda cute, very sweet, and it was totally obvious that he worked out - he had great posture and very nice forearms.
We had a few dates and we both had a great time. He has a garden, he has a cat named Baltimore, he makes his own ginger ale, and he does a side splitting impression of Julia Child. He told me from the get go that he liked to take things slow. Which, for a pair of gays, we did. But, I guess after taking it slow, he runs like Forrest Gump...Forrest Fucking Gump!
We are VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY, sexually compatible. Now, I like a good 'ol fashioned, sweat inducing, wake the neighbors, make the bed creak, sore muscles the next day romp in the hay. I do. But, three times in one night and then again first thing in the morning? I was a little scared after that. I was afraid my dick would fall off.
Then what would I do? I'd be top gay scout, that's what.
So, this morning, we had breakfast and talked for about two hours. Then, we got a little frisky again, but not aerobic. We went for a nice walk and then he went home. Which was actually kind of nice. I had the rest of the day to myself and I probably won't see him for a week or so. Absence makes the dick...er...heart grow fonder.
That's what they tell me.
Soooo sex. Sex, sex, sex. How much of one's time should it take up? How important is it really when you're dating? I think it's one of life's greatest pleasures and I feel sorry for the poor suppressed souls that never have it. So, I guess I place quite a bit of importance in it.
Why do I ask? Well, a while back I met a guy that was a great catch. But, after a few weeks of dating, I realized that the sexual attraction wasn't all there...at least not for me. I felt guilty for it. But, I just don't think it would be fair to the other person if I tried to make something work without sufficient attraction.
Well, for now, I'm still basking in the afterglow. Aside from being an animal in bed, he's very affectionate and he left quite a good impression on me. We'll see where this goes. As for me, I'm going to go soak my sore muscles in a nice hot bath...eat your hearts out jotas.
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