Not yet, but until the next post...

Enjoy this beat I've been listening to.

Where'd February Go?

Here it is... March 6th. Have a lot on my plate, hopefully I can update by the end of the week. For the moment, here's a snippet of some posts to follow:

1. Went back to my college town and fell hard for a guy.. hopefully he's falling equally as hard.

2. First gay bar visit this weekend..

3. Bought a small dildo for obvious reasons...

4. Still Grind'n away.... found a good regular guy.

5. Gay guys are crazy.. Imagine me banging a guy when his ex boyfriend is banging on the door..

M.I.A. - Bad Girls

I'm ready to hear some new M.I.A. Loved Kala, so I'm sure the album coming up should be awesome. Here's her latest video. Amazing accent.



Have a good night all.

February Already?!

Where is this time going? Time to update, feeling a little bloggy..

So finally, I did get to see Michael. Just to hook up really. I'm no good at this relationship stuff. I don't want one, not ready for one. I thought he was  the exception, but I guess not. I've been feeling that way since my last post about him, maybe even a little before. I think I was just wanting it to work, he's such a great guy. But I know when little things start to bother me about the person, it usually means I'm over them. I don't even think we could possibly be friends. He just has a completely different mindset than I do and I don't think he'd mesh well with my crew. Yeah, I have a crew. Not a dance crew unfortunately, but nonetheless, a crew. At this point, my friends are way more important than finding a significant other. This guy on grindr that I chat with explains it like this: "Friends are more important... Sex is easy."

And I definitely agree. These are the people I hang with at all the time, ......

Wait. Looking at a commercial for the PushUp Pump... that is the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen! That thing is so bulky, wouldn't fit under my bed easily. And back to our regularly scheduled blog post...

.....we haven't gotten to the sappy share all stories, but for the moment, they are my family. Each one of them brings something unique to the table and its great when we get together always. They pretty much get me through my work week. Now if I can find time to get sleep and laundry in there somewhere, it'd be perfect.

In other news, I bottomed last night for the first time. I've been wanting to try for a while now. Just wanting to feel the other side of things for once, I guess. I've talked about the guy before early on (click here). He's the elementary teacher. We've become really good friends. He doesn't run in my crew, but I still manage to see him quite often. I don't see myself ever considering him more than just friends with benefits. He's probably the closest I'll have to a boyfriend for a while, unless Gosling or Gyllenhaal decide to give me a call. And lets not forget about Michael Fassbender. I'd pretty much drop anything for those three. That includes the drawers I have on.

Back to bottoming. I've always liked a little ass play while I topped guys. So sensitive back there and I always pay special attention to that area while showering. I'm sure straight guys do it all the time, they're just afraid to admit. My finger has always had the knack to slide in when horny, so I decided to take it a step further last night.

I was out with my friends at a local bar when J texted me. We have this usual thing of me staying the night at his house on Friday nights. Just the perfect day to do such. Plus he lives about 30 minutes west of the city I live in, so he's a little out of the way. I told him to stay up and if he does, I'd make it worth his while. And I left it at that. I didn't want him to fall asleep, so I'd constantly check in with him. I finally leave the bars (sober, no drinking and driving guys) and head to his place. We started messing around, exchanged blow jobs, ass play, but for some reason, I wasn't in the mood to get off. I just wanted to be next to him. He definitely felt the same, so we just laid there and fell asleep.

But about 6 am, I woke up with a raging hard on. So I just started sideways grinding on him to get him up. Didn't take long for him or his dick was awake. He felt my body up and down and I did the same, kissed and stroked him, then I reached for him to start playing with my ass. First the cheeks, then he got bold and rubbed his fingers on my hole. Drove me wild. I started grinding harder on him. He just knew exactly what to do. I turned over and started grinding my ass on his dick while he stroked me. I came so close to cumming so I had to stop him. So there we are. Him grinding me while I grind into the sheets. Felt so good. J began to slip a finger in and eventually the tip of his dick. Of course it hurt for a bit, but I wanted it all. Eventually (after a condom and lots of lube later) we got there and we began fucking. Now this isn't the time where I say that it was amazing and it felt so good. Not at all. Fucking hurt like hell. And I'm still hurting a bit. But the thought of him being in me and him enjoying being in me drove my mind rather than the pain. What can I say, I'm a people pleaser.

After about 10 minutes of him going to town on my ass literally, he slipped out of me and I turned over and began stroking. I don't know if it was the massaging my prostate or the fact that I haven't gotten off in 5 days, but I had a great orgasm. I would definitely bottom again, but I definitely would have to be in the mood. But until that time comes, I think I should invest in a toy to loosen up back there.

If anyone has any suggestions for me about which toy or other methods to loosen me up (besides you), I'd be happy to hear them! You can comment here or just email me at underwraps 87 @gmail.com.

Pic?

Has Anyone Seen Michael....

...because I haven't. Yep. Since before my last Tuesday. Which was 5 days ago. Which should have been the day I blogged. Sorry guys.

In reality, it's not a long time. It seems like longer because we didn't really talk much, just went to see Sherlock Holmes. My first choice was MI:4, which I still haven't seen, but some things that bothered me about that night.

1. He was late. About 15 minutes late. Of course I stalled and went to a couple stores in the mall until he got there, but nonetheless, he was late.
2. The movie theater's showing of MI:4 was the IMAX version. Michael didn't look up this detail, and we both didn't want to spend the extra 8 bucks to see it in IMAX.
3. He asked me multiple questions about the movie, during the movie. To be fair, this last one was the result of the first two. I think anything he did could make me mad after being late though.

Not optimistic about how this is going to play out. Me and relationships...blah.

100% Wrong: Part II

For any of you who took the 33.33% of me seeing Caleb again one more time then that'd be it.. then you were right. Why only the one time? Let me explain.

I'm on Grindr just seeing who's new to the area (no one by the way) and Caleb appears online. Being the friendly guy that I am, I decided to say hey. We began talking.. I began sweet talking (I don't really mean too, it just comes naturally I guess.) and next thing you know were making dinner plans for that evening. So its decided. 5:30 at a local burger joint I've been wanting to try. Yeah, I really like burgers. So we get there. I began asking how he's been, what's going on in his life.. you know, the typical catch up questions. He's got nothing. Absolutely nothing. Seriously. We talk about his niece for maybe 5 minutes then back to nothingness. Worse date I've ever been on. It's crazy because the first one went so well. Thank God I can handle these types of situations and did so to the best of my ability. But as soon as I signed the receipt (separate checks, of course.) I had to end it. In a nice way of course. We hugged, he held on a little longer than he should have, and we said our goodbyes. I got in my car and literally laughed out loud. It was just so funny to me how date one and sorta date two was completely different. I pull up to my place and I get this text:

"I'm like in a state of blissful shock from how awesome that burger was. It was great to see you again. Thanks for meeting up tonight! :)"

I wanted to say:

"I wished the date was as great as the burger. Have a good one!"

But I was really nice, almost too nice and said:

"Baha! That's an awesome state to be in. Hey, no problem! Great seeing you too."

Got the absolute closure needed for this guy. It really does take going through the valleys to see the peaks. In this case it takes going on a crappy date to see how awesome Michael is. I need to see him, but we're texting as we speak, so I'm doing fine.

Incapable of Loving

Here we are, a couple days later (not really, just for timeline purposes) and Michael and I want to see each other badly. We both work during the day and exhausted afterward and especially difficult when neither one of us lives alone. So we decide we'll go to dinner. I meet him halfway and we travel the rest of the way in my car. We got to his old stomping grounds in our city. I've been wanting to try out this local burger joint so we try that. He buys (since I bought coffee, which I don't think is a comparison since 1: it was coffee and 2: I used a gift card) but he insists. We of course have awesome conversation which always turns sexual for some reason and we head out for you guessed it, an empty parking lot. After driving in neighborhoods for what seemed like forever, we found a good dark spot to park and get after it. And get after it we did. Way more touching and grabbing. More dirty talk. If I we both didn't have such small vehicles, I'm sure a lot more would have happened than us blowing each other. Unlike last time, we both came. Felt awesome to watch him cum all over himself, which sent me over the edge again and I blew all over me. Luckily I had an undershirt on and we cleaned ourselves off and drove off. I took him to his car and I watched the sexy ass walk away. He has one of the greatest backsides I've ever seen. But more to what the post title suggests... I'm incapable of loving.

Alright, loving is a strong word for this point, but I'm capable of liking someone so I needed something stronger, plus its what I was feeling. 

The next day at work I'm just thinking of Michael and where this is leading to. All these thoughts fill my head. Do I like this guy? Will he want a relationship? Do I want a relationship? Should I think about the future or just live in the moment? How will we be able to continuously sneak around like this? Could I possibly love this guy in the future? If I didn't see him ever again from this point forward, would it bother me? Then I stopped myself on that last one because the answer frustrated the hell out of me. My answer was "no, it wouldn't bother me."

I couldn't believe it. But I was honest with myself. Hopefully this will change the more I see him, but at the present time, that's my answer. I have no idea why, Michael seems perfect. Then I began to think, could I even be in a long term relationship? And I definitely haven't in the past. Nothing more than 6 months, if that. I tend to grow old of people. That sounds really shallow, but I do. I look for flaws and make them bigger than what they are and it scares the shit out of me because it will eventually make me incapable of loving someone. Too many emotions. Maybe this was due to the amount of caffeine I had that day. Not sure. Hopefully I don't feel that way for long. Then I was reminded of a song by John Mayer. Damn him for having a song for every emotion I feel at any given moment.

The Next Day.

Its not really the next day, but lets just pretend it's the day after the last post.

Man, I have to see Mike again. We've texted non-stop since or great conversation and I have an awesome feeling about this. The night before, I told J (read this post if you don't know who he is) how much I like this guy and I think he's starting to get jealous. Just a hunch. He hasn't had much luck on Grindr lately and the ex is sort of in the picture again, no matter how many times his roommate and I tell him not to let him back in. How he's an EX for a reason and even though he was in J's life for a year, that's still 1/26th of his life. A very small amount I think.

Michael lives with his cousins and with me not living alone, it makes it difficult to meet up. At this point I didn't care, I had to see him. We text and we try to figure out a place to meet. I told him I didn't care where and that I was driving in his general direction. We meet up in a parking lot, I told him how hungry I was, so I told him to follow me to grab something to eat. So after I pick up something quickly, we just sit in the parking lot of the establishment and talk. Our talking turned into kissing. Kissing into touching. Touching into pants down. Pants down into stroking. Stroking into sucking. So there we are. In the parking lot me looking out of my window with a head bobbing up and down in my lap. Best blow job I've received. I had to return the favor. And I had to make sure I did it in a damn good fashion too. I had to bring my "A game." And based on him speaking another language while I was blowing him, I'm sure I brought it. That just turned me on more. I kept at it. Up and down, licked his balls, deep throat. I wanted his cum. There were multiple times he pulled me off of him for a bit because he was about to shoot.

This was then cut short by a cop circling the parking lot next to us. Definitely a big cock block if you will. I was still hard and couldn't get it back in my pants. I had to drive a bit with my pants down, which is somehow really funny to me. I get home to finish what Michael started and he did the same. I told him that I wanted to see that ass soon, which I meant in person. But then he sends me some pics of it which drove me over the edge. I had to cum again. Can't wait to see him again.

Oh, if you're wondering what he looks like: Here's a young Shemar Moore. Michael's body is almost spot on with this pic.

100% Wrong

Hey all, and Happy New Years! I'll see if I can play catch up a bit from my lack of posting. 

If you read the previous post, you'll remember Caleb. If not, I'll give you an abridged version. Cute guy, went on a date. After that, 66.67% of me thought I'd see him again. 33.33% sure we'd see each other another time then that'd be the end. Looks like I'm 100% wrong. Didn't talk, text, whatever. Then, I was bummed. He seemed to be a pretty decent guy with a little quirkiness  I look for. Well, I think he is a pretty decent guy still with that same quirkiness I look for, but I'm fine with not talking to him ever again. But also fine with talking too. I'm not mad at all, it sucks. But it happens. 

I think the reason why I'm so fine with it all is because I've moved on to the next. Happened rather quickly too. We've talked off and on for about 4 months now (I seem to chat off and on with a lot of people. What can I say... I'm a friendly guy) and we met up last Saturday at Starbucks. I usually would brew my own or pick a local spot but I got gift cards for Christmas. Thank you Mom and Dad. Back to the guy. We'll call him Michael. Mike is about 6 foot, about 170, good skin tone, very athletic. He's what we'd call Blatino. Best feature besides his handsome masculine face? Butt. Great muscular ass. He's the first non-white guy I've been attracted to besides celebrities. We have great conversation. Nothing but laughter. We're nothing but smiles the entire time. There were times the conversation turned sexual in which I have to make sure others didn't hear, but a certain part of me didn't care. That's how comfortable I was with him. He's very cultured, spent time out of the United States for school and you can tell a little in his cute accent. Cares a lot about his family, which is the reason he's back in the States. He's not out and doesn't plan to be for a while, same as I. After we parted ways, I just had to sit in my car for a bit and take it all in. Great evening, and even better evening after watching my team win their football game.