Does size matter? It is an age old question that we will all debate until we are blue in the face, and the truth is yes. Size does matter, but it differs to everyone. Some like a longer penis, others like a thicker penis, and I'm sure that there are individuals out there that even enjoy the occasional baby penis and the mythical chode (if you do not know what a chode is please Google it, stay away from images).
People often assume that because I am a lofty six foot three and a half inches that my dick is also massive, this is unfortunately not true. Last time I checked with my trusty ruler I measured somewhere between 6.5 and 7 inches, depending on how turned on I am. This is well above the world average, thank you Asians, and above even the United States average. So all things considered, I'm ok with this.
During my 2 year plus excursion with men thus far I have seen a lot of penises in many different colors, shapes, and sizes. I have been with guys about my size, close to my size, drastically larger and smaller than I am, and I've learned not to judge. I have even come to appreciate the baby penis from time to time. There was a point in my homosexual sex life where normal penises hurt, and I had to adjust. I found this Filipino with a slammin' body and a teeny tiny penis, like hard it could not have been more than 5 inches. At the time this more than satisfied my needs, and the body was like a jack hammer. I think this was to make up for his lack of length and girth, so he needed to pound the crap out of things to prove that he was a virile man. I didn't mind I like sex to be a little rough, but this guy was definitely trying to prove stuff.
We hooked up for the first time in the winter of 2012 and then I started dating my ex, so it never went any further. During 2013 we would periodically hit each other up, but the timing was never quite right. Then in January of 2014 we were both in a place where casual sex made sense and we started hooking up for a few months. Sex tended to last about fifteen to twenty minutes and became rather monotonous. Flippy wasn't a huge fan of foreplay so the entire interaction only lasted about thirty to forty-five minutes, which was less then my trip there and back. Some may not think that this venture was worth it, but my booty was very tight for a while and it was really all I could handle. As they say, beggars can't be choosers, plus his body was slammin', just want to reiterate that. A good body can go a long way.
He went to California to visit his sister after tax season, he was an accountant, and I never heard from him again. Maybe he found something better or maybe he died. I have no idea, and really I think it is for the best. I've moved on to bigger and better things ;)
Then there are size queens that will only have sex with gigantic penises, we are talking like 8 plus. I would assume this would be a difficult feat to accomplish because eventually you have to run out of large penises. I just don't understand writing someone off because they have a less than huge penis. I mean what if they eat a really good ass (or vagina for you ladies), suck a good dick, or make excellent pancakes?
Then there are the people that say that it's not about the size, but how they use it. I agree with this argument to a certain extent because sex is more than just cramming a huge dick into an orafice. If this were the case then we would all just use dildo's. There is something to how good a lover is in the bedroom. The chemistry between two people, and how your bodies interact with each other. I mean if a guy had an 8 inch dick, but drooled all over your face, aimlessly thrusted into you, and grunted like an old sow would you really want to fornicate with him?
Essentially, size matters to everyone to a certain extent, but there are more factors involved. My advice, try them all. Don't box yourself in because you think you like something. Go out and taste all the penises of the rainbow!
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
The Daily Grind(r)
It is difficult to talk about the gay community today without discussing the app Grindr. Most gay, bisexual, closeted, and curious men are on it because it provides easy access to sex and casual interaction. Not that casual situations are all it can be used for, but I would bet that casual encounters are it's main purpose.
Grindr has played a huge roll in my gay life, and I can not really tell my story without it. Since, I did not come out until I was 25 I did not have any gay friends and had no idea how to go about meeting men. My introduction to Grindr happened on accident and without much thought. I was up one night watching One Girl Five Gays on LOGO (the "gay" channel). One Girl Five Gays is a panel show where people send in questions about love and sex. The one girl, the moderator, asks these questions to the five gay men on the panel. The show is wildly entertaining and the panel picks from a pool of about twenty guys so you see the same ones over and over again, so you get to know them a litte. Some are annoying as hell, but others are interesting.
Anyway, one of the panelists mentioned an app called grindr that he said he saw his neighbor on. This was the opportunity that I needed. This app would give me easy access to other gay/questioning/bisexual men with little effort. I quickly downloaded this app and began grinding. At first I was anxious all the time because I grew up in a very conservative household and men randomly sending me pictures of their penises really freaked me out. Plus the plethora of hung daddies looking to breed a tight hole is enough to petrify anyone. Basically Grindr lines up all these guys in their geographical distance from you. It enables you to create a very small, simple profile with a picture (not nude), height, weight, age, several other criteria, and a blip about yourself.
My current Grindr Profile, taken from Grindr
There are men of all shapes, colors, and sizes looking for anything from chat to marriage to orgies. Basically, if you look hard enough you can find anything. At this point I knew absolutely nothing about gay life and sex except for what I had seen on the media and on gay porn. Interacting with other men turned out to be easier than I thought and I tended to attract men who weren't as sexually driven. At some point sex would be something I was looking for, but in the beginning I was still quite innocent and I had no idea what anal sex entailed.
Some people go on Grindr only when they are looking for a hookup, and there are people that use Grindr like text messaging. Going on it regularly throughout the day to chat and make friends with people. I even met my only boyfriend to date on Grindr. The experince was meant to be just a hookup and it evolved into much, much more. There is substance on Grindr, you just have to see past the horny ego's at times to see it.
Grindr is a slot machine of possibilities and you never know what you will come across. The variety and spontaneity of it all leaves the door open to many experiences. Like I said previously you can find anything you want on Grindr. There is even this guy that lives a few towns over that leaves his apartment open, you walk into his bedroom, fuck him and leave. I mean if you can find that readily just imagine what is lurking behind false pretenses.
Grindr has played a huge roll in my gay life, and I can not really tell my story without it. Since, I did not come out until I was 25 I did not have any gay friends and had no idea how to go about meeting men. My introduction to Grindr happened on accident and without much thought. I was up one night watching One Girl Five Gays on LOGO (the "gay" channel). One Girl Five Gays is a panel show where people send in questions about love and sex. The one girl, the moderator, asks these questions to the five gay men on the panel. The show is wildly entertaining and the panel picks from a pool of about twenty guys so you see the same ones over and over again, so you get to know them a litte. Some are annoying as hell, but others are interesting.
Anyway, one of the panelists mentioned an app called grindr that he said he saw his neighbor on. This was the opportunity that I needed. This app would give me easy access to other gay/questioning/bisexual men with little effort. I quickly downloaded this app and began grinding. At first I was anxious all the time because I grew up in a very conservative household and men randomly sending me pictures of their penises really freaked me out. Plus the plethora of hung daddies looking to breed a tight hole is enough to petrify anyone. Basically Grindr lines up all these guys in their geographical distance from you. It enables you to create a very small, simple profile with a picture (not nude), height, weight, age, several other criteria, and a blip about yourself.
There are men of all shapes, colors, and sizes looking for anything from chat to marriage to orgies. Basically, if you look hard enough you can find anything. At this point I knew absolutely nothing about gay life and sex except for what I had seen on the media and on gay porn. Interacting with other men turned out to be easier than I thought and I tended to attract men who weren't as sexually driven. At some point sex would be something I was looking for, but in the beginning I was still quite innocent and I had no idea what anal sex entailed.
Some people go on Grindr only when they are looking for a hookup, and there are people that use Grindr like text messaging. Going on it regularly throughout the day to chat and make friends with people. I even met my only boyfriend to date on Grindr. The experince was meant to be just a hookup and it evolved into much, much more. There is substance on Grindr, you just have to see past the horny ego's at times to see it.
Grindr is a slot machine of possibilities and you never know what you will come across. The variety and spontaneity of it all leaves the door open to many experiences. Like I said previously you can find anything you want on Grindr. There is even this guy that lives a few towns over that leaves his apartment open, you walk into his bedroom, fuck him and leave. I mean if you can find that readily just imagine what is lurking behind false pretenses.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
The many complications with LUBE
So I am gonna jump out of order and discuss something that still continues to confuse me, lube. This probably seems like an odd thing to confuse someone, but there are vastly different kinds of lube that can be used for different purposes. This morning, as I was laying in bed, I was contemplating whether I should get up and go shower, or be a little late for work and masturbate and then shower. My horniness won and masturbation and then showering won. I grabbed my trusty laptop, located an interesting pornographic movie and began touching my piece.
I am not a big fan of dry masturbation and used to use Vaseline when I was younger. I actually didn't discover the joys of lube until a few years ago, but using lube while masturbating changed my life. Currently, I have two types of lube. I have lube for anal sex and lube for masturbating. I am not a big fan of water based lubes because they tend to have a sticky consistency.
Straight people have an easy time with lubes. All you have to do is watch those silly KY commercials where they talk about how pleasurable lube is for his and her pleasure. Straight people don't have to investigate lube or go into sex shops to purchase it because lube isn't really necessary for vaginal intercourse because the vagina is pretty lubricating all on it's own. For vaginal intercourse any average Joe can just walk into their local CVS or super market and grab any old bottle of lube sitting on the shelf. An asshole does not provide the same lubrication as a vagina, so lube is generally necessary, especially if it's been awhile or the dick is especially large. I mean I have had anal sex using just saliva but that's generally not an easy task.
I remember the first time I ever really bought lube for anal intercourse. I googled it, and read the reviews. It was very helpful, but I still feel overwhelmed when i walk into a porn shop and see the shelves upon shelves of lube. There's water-based, oil-based, and silicone-based, and they all serve different purposes. Oil and silicone based lubes will temporarily or permanently stain your sheets, and silicone lube will wear away at condoms so you have to be careful, but the right lube can and will make all the difference.
I prefer a silicone-based lube for most of my intimate liaisons, but I recently bought my favorite lube for anal sex in a water based formula. I have yet to use it because well I'm not that big of a slut and the one person I'm currently fucking is having performance issues. My one friend recently impressed upon me the dangers of using silicone-based lube with condoms, and I recently caved. This warning is actually on silicone lube bottles if you took the time to read the fine print, but when you are in the throws of passion who is gonna take the time to do that. Silicone-based lube can also cause craters to form in your toys if your toys happen to also be made of silicone. Who would have thought.
My favorite lube for anal sex is Pjur Backdoor Anal Glide with Jojoba extract for added pleasure. The first time I used it my whole body tingled while being penetrated. It was quite amazing. It is to this day the only product that I have left a review for on Amazon.com. I dare you to guess which one is mine.
Do not fear everyone I still use my silicone-based lube for toys and my self-pleasuring sessions because I love it. It never dries out, it makes everything slicker than a slip-n-slide in August, and it is odorless and tasteless (for those of you that like to suck on a lubed up penis). Oil-based lube is essentially a throwaway. I have yet to meet someone who enjoys the messiest lube on the market. When you use oil-based lube everyone can tell that you've had sex by looking at your sheets. I tend to want my sexual exploits to be mostly my little secret. Well, I hope that you found this little tutorial on lube informative, and if you have any questions feel free to comment and I will do my best to have or find out the answers.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Limbo
Long before I was fornicating and blowing men on a weekly basis there was a point in my life when I was in a commited, long term relationship with a woman, believe it or not. She was a breathtaking vision that I saw the first day of college on my way to our floor orientation and from that moment I fell head over heels in love with her. A part of me is and will always be in love with her, but that is a completely different post.
Our relationship lasted for several years and taught me a lot about myself inside and outside of relationships. However, at some point, as do most things in life, our relationship ended and I was left on a precipice. I had always known that I was bisexual, correction, I had always known that I was not straight.
I had several boy on boy experiences from the ages of 9 to 15, but it had been a while since I had any sort of sexual contact with a male, and the prospect of such really freaked me out. I mean I wasn't looking to hook up with twelve year olds who get excited when the wind blows against their wieners. I was going to hook up with men who expected things like blows jobs and penetrative anal sex. The idea of engaging in either of those made me very uncomfortable at the time.
For almost a year after my ex girlfriend and I broke up I did not hook up with anyone, minus a few PG makeout sessions. My heart was very wounded and I needed time to heal and figure out what I wanted from life, especially romantically/sexually. It was the weirdest sensation ever. My libido just kind of died for a while. I had no urge to fornicate, masturbate, or any other ate. It was not until my birthday party in February of 2012 that I drunkenly and savagely made out with my friend's best friend that my thirst for sex was reawakened.
It was at this moment that I had this decision to make. I could either continue to live in this heterosexual world that was not my true self or I could bite the bullet and dive into the homosexual world and explore a part of myself that had been dormant for almost a decade. I decided to go for it, and plunge head first down a rabbit hole, that I was not entirely prepared for the world on the other side. There are still days that I wake up thinking what the hell have I gotten myself into, but for the most part I am happy living the life that I know I was meant to live.
(This is most likely the straightest I have ever looked.)
Our relationship lasted for several years and taught me a lot about myself inside and outside of relationships. However, at some point, as do most things in life, our relationship ended and I was left on a precipice. I had always known that I was bisexual, correction, I had always known that I was not straight.
I had several boy on boy experiences from the ages of 9 to 15, but it had been a while since I had any sort of sexual contact with a male, and the prospect of such really freaked me out. I mean I wasn't looking to hook up with twelve year olds who get excited when the wind blows against their wieners. I was going to hook up with men who expected things like blows jobs and penetrative anal sex. The idea of engaging in either of those made me very uncomfortable at the time.
For almost a year after my ex girlfriend and I broke up I did not hook up with anyone, minus a few PG makeout sessions. My heart was very wounded and I needed time to heal and figure out what I wanted from life, especially romantically/sexually. It was the weirdest sensation ever. My libido just kind of died for a while. I had no urge to fornicate, masturbate, or any other ate. It was not until my birthday party in February of 2012 that I drunkenly and savagely made out with my friend's best friend that my thirst for sex was reawakened.
It was at this moment that I had this decision to make. I could either continue to live in this heterosexual world that was not my true self or I could bite the bullet and dive into the homosexual world and explore a part of myself that had been dormant for almost a decade. I decided to go for it, and plunge head first down a rabbit hole, that I was not entirely prepared for the world on the other side. There are still days that I wake up thinking what the hell have I gotten myself into, but for the most part I am happy living the life that I know I was meant to live.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
What exactly is a baby gay?
I have been a member of the gay community for a little over two years now, and the entire community is still a bitch to navigate. I feel like I am still out of my depth and over my head. Sure I have confidence now in realizing what guys want from me and what this looks like, but the past two years have and continue to be very anxiety producing. This period of feeling lost and overwhelmed is what I have coined being a "baby gay."
I am not entirely certain that I coined this term, but I googled it and nothing else came up, so I am taking some of the credit (please ignore urban dictionary).
I do not mean to say that a baby gay is a young gay, but more an inexperienced one. Someone who has recently come out of the proverbial closet. I mean I was recently sleeping with a 20 year old who has been messing around with guys since he was 16, so technically I am more of a baby gay than he is.
When I first decided to start dating men I was overwhelmed and did not have anyone to lean on or ask for advice. I grew up in a very conservative Christian household where being gay was a one way ticket to hell, and it wasn't a first class ticket either. In the beginning things were confusing, scary, and I was a little naïve, ok a lot naive. I had no idea how "gay" sex was performed or how to prepare my body, and I was definitely under-informed about the dangers of having unprotected sex.
I wanted to start this blog to help out other baby gays that are "lost in translation," help curious straight people understand this complex world, and give established gays some laughs along the way. The first two years of my gay life have been a roller coaster of emotion and I have learned so much about myself and the world along the way that I feel compelled to share some of my most priceless moments. I hope that you all enjoy my adventures as a baby gay.
I am not entirely certain that I coined this term, but I googled it and nothing else came up, so I am taking some of the credit (please ignore urban dictionary).
I do not mean to say that a baby gay is a young gay, but more an inexperienced one. Someone who has recently come out of the proverbial closet. I mean I was recently sleeping with a 20 year old who has been messing around with guys since he was 16, so technically I am more of a baby gay than he is.
When I first decided to start dating men I was overwhelmed and did not have anyone to lean on or ask for advice. I grew up in a very conservative Christian household where being gay was a one way ticket to hell, and it wasn't a first class ticket either. In the beginning things were confusing, scary, and I was a little naïve, ok a lot naive. I had no idea how "gay" sex was performed or how to prepare my body, and I was definitely under-informed about the dangers of having unprotected sex.
I wanted to start this blog to help out other baby gays that are "lost in translation," help curious straight people understand this complex world, and give established gays some laughs along the way. The first two years of my gay life have been a roller coaster of emotion and I have learned so much about myself and the world along the way that I feel compelled to share some of my most priceless moments. I hope that you all enjoy my adventures as a baby gay.
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