Hit On By Straight Guys
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Just following up but I hope this gets an update, if anything ever happens.
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Just following up but I hope this gets an update, if anything ever happens.
After the night my neighbor whispered in my ear, I have not seen him at all. Not entering his house. Not exiting his house. Not in his yard. This isn't necessarily unusual. We do have different schedules.
My wife has seen his wife. Sometimes we get their mail and my wife takes it over. Sometimes they borrow things from each other. Everything is very normal.
His wife is a nice woman from what I've seen. When we talk, we are friendly towards each other. She has asked for my recipe for pull pork. I have asked her for advice about gardening. But I would say there is a wall between us. Maybe a coldness. They have kids. It wouldn't be the first time that someone thought that I was a threat to their children. Or maybe I am just a bad influence on her husband. And she would be absolutely justified in that.
In my early twenties I had a good friend named John. He liked the same music I liked. Actually we shared a lot of the same interests. John had a boyfriend named Steve. And Steve was… a more "traditional" type of gay guy. There was never anything sexual between me and John. He liked young, skinny, hairless, white guys. Definitely not me. At that time, I was into older, hairy, daddy types. Definitely not John. And as far as I know, Steve never believed that there was anything sexual between me and John. No problem there.
But Steve was never too pleased whenever I showed up. John told me so, but I didn't need him to tell me. When John and I got together, we drank more, danced harder, fought more often. We were bad influences on each other. Goddamn, I loved spending time with John. Drinking. Playing darts, street hockey. Going to gigs, dancing in the pit. All the things Steve hated.
Steve never stopped John from seeing me. It would have been stupid for him to do so. I think that it would have made John very angry. And going out with me, allowed John to do some of the things he loved with a guy who had no sexual interest in him. But I know that Steve felt dread whenever John and I were together.
And at the time, I didn't care. I hadn't met my wife yet. Had never been in a serious relationship. I couldn't understand what Steve was going through.
I think that I am often a bad influence.
When my neighbor first started coming over, I shared my beer with him. I knew he liked beer. One day when he came over, I had no beer. I offered him whiskey. Since that day, we drink whiskey when he comes over. Now, I'm an experienced drunk. Been drinking since my early teens. I know how much I need to get me where I want to be. My neighbor doesn't know his. When I fill the shot glasses, I fill his 1/3 less than mine. When he goes to the bathroom, I take an extra shot. And yet he still gets stumble down drunk. And I walk him home.
I can understand if his wife doesn't particularly like me. I think that I am a bad influence on him. And I can understand if his wife doesn't want him to come over. If his wife doesn't want me to come over. And I don't want to interfere with my neighbor's relationship with his wife.
My wife and I are having a Christmas party the week before Christmas Day. Of course, my neighbor and his wife will be invited.
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Nice clipped but rich storytelling.
I do hope your neighbor (s, plus wife) comes to you Christmas party.
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honey, they're not str8
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honey, they're not str8
When I first wrote the title for this post, I considered putting the word "straight" into quotation marks. But it didn't feel right. The three individuals that I initially wrote about all identified themselves as straight. And I just don't feel as if it's my privilege to deny anyone that right. The right to identify themselves the way they choose.
This is probably a reflection of my own beliefs concerning sexual orientation.
When I was 17, I saw the world in black in white. There was straight. And there was gay. There was nothing else at all. And you HAD to belong to one or the other. Does anyone remember the old racist belief (I hope it's old and outdated) that if you have even one drop of black blood within you than you were not white, you were black. You were black or you were white. There was nothing else. No such thing as multiracial. One drop of blood, and you were inferior. At 17, I believed the same thing about sexual orientation. One incident of sexual attraction toward the same gender made you gay. Didn't matter how transitory. There was only gay or straight. You had to be one or the other.
Reflecting on my own experiences. Seeing the experiences of those around me. Listening to them. Using my own brain to try to understand… I do not have a college degree. I am not a scientist. My conclusions are not based on anything scientific. Just experiences and my brain.
We are now beginning to understand that gender and gender identity is more complex than just cock or cunt. I also believe that sexual orientation is much more complex than just gay or straight (even with the inclusion of bisexuality). I believe that sexual orientation is fluid. That it can naturally change throughout a person's life. I also believe that an individual can be attracted primarily to one gender but fall in love with a particular person of a different gender.
I don't know what's in your mind. I don't know what's in anyone's mind. I can only make guesses. To say that I know anyone better than they know themselves strikes me as arrogant. All I can do is make guesses.
But ultimately when it comes down to it, I DON'T FUCKING CARE. Gay. Straight. Bi. Cis. Tran. Metro. Pansexual. I just don't care. Be the person you want to be. Love the people you want to love. Do what makes you happy. Just try not to hurt anyone while you're at it, yeah? Try not to cause destruction while you live your life.
I did not think of any intention or goal when I started this post. It was probably more of a rant. Born of my pain and frustration. Being treated with such gentleness and affection, and than being pushed away. Having that affection denied. It is a story that plays again and again in my life and I don't know why. And I would like it to stop.
The three men I initially described. I don't hate them. Call me a fool, but I honestly believe that they are good men. Who here hasn't looked within themselves. And struggled to understand who they were. Compared themselves to what society, family, friends expect. I cannot tell anyone who they are. I can listen. Answer questions. Give examples from my own life.
I honestly and sincerely do not care about gender identity or sexual orientation. I would like for everyone to be happy. And I would like to be happy too.
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I have never slept with women and never want too! I have always know i liked guys from even before i was a teen. I have been told so many times I don't fit the usual gay stereotype. I was told once by a gay friend that because i was really into Cars and anything with an engine I couldn't really be gay! I have done more "masculine" things than many of my straight friends. I don't have anything to prove…i just want to live the way i want and do the things I want....I have marched in gay parades and shown of totally nude at naked club nights or parties! I love being naked and hard in front of other guys and can swallow cum with the best of them! I am not into fucking or getting fucked...something else i don't enjoy but have been told by gay friends that cause i don't fuck,i can't really be gay....I don't care anymore what people think of me i just try to be me and enjoy life!
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I've been hit on by men who think they are hetero/straight. They have done it in all sort of places sometimes in bars and dance clubs that are not LGBT bars or dance clubs. Sometimes they had been drinking and other times they were really confused, in denial, or closeted about being bisexual or gay.
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It's past Christmas. How did the party go? Did your neighbor come around? I hope so
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I have never slept with women and never want too! I have always know i liked guys from even before i was a teen. I have been told so many times I don't fit the usual gay stereotype. I was told once by a gay friend that because i was really into Cars and anything with an engine I couldn't really be gay! I have done more "masculine" things than many of my straight friends. I don't have anything to prove…i just want to live the way i want and do the things I want....I have marched in gay parades and shown of totally nude at naked club nights or parties! I love being naked and hard in front of other guys and can swallow cum with the best of them! I am not into fucking or getting fucked...something else i don't enjoy but have been told by gay friends that cause i don't fuck,i can't really be gay....I don't care anymore what people think of me i just try to be me and enjoy life!
" I am not into fucking or getting fucked…something else i don't enjoy but have been told by gay friends that cause i don't fuck i can't really be gay"
OMG me too fucking in the ass is gross for me
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1. You won't fuck in the ass yet you're willing to swallow cum? :cheesy2:
2. You need a bottom who knows how to douche. I agree that what comes out of a guy's bunghole is normally gross, but if you clean it well then fucking is one of the most sensual and hottest things two guys can do.
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