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Thursday, November 26, 2009

Juicy Stuff...

There are a number of additions on the way...

A football player...University boy...and a Brazilian...OH MY!

Soon.

Friday, November 20, 2009

30 MINUTE SEX, PLEASE?


QUESTION: How good could 30 minute sex possibly be?

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HOW IT ALL BEGAN:
So a few weeks back when I first started on this journey I saw this cutie. Well, let me back up a bit. I had seen him LONG before I was "available"...his profile on the iPhone app GRINDR was enticing from the moment I saw it but alas...I never thought we'd meet. At least not under these circumstances.

After creating my ManHunt profile, I saw him there...OMG...*sigh* If only. I took a leap and "winked" at him...NO response. I sent a message or 3 over the course of a few weeks. NOTHING. I even got up the courage to IM him when I saw him online. Again...He wouldn't accept. This guy wasn't interested. Or so it seemed.
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I logged into Manhunt tonight and was just checking email when I got an IM. The screen name looked familiar. It was HIM. I took a breath and accepted that IM as fast as I could. I wondered for a moment what he could want with me. Me? Seriously? Do I have a reputation already?!

He told me he was horny. Wanted to come over. That he was "only into fucking". Meaning all he wanted to do was bend over and take it up the ass. He asked me about my size...told me he needed at least 30 minutes. When I told him that would be a problem he said, "you'd think so but most guys seem to last 2-5min". I've NEVER had that issue so I wasn't worried even a little.

"Be there around 8". It was 7:30pm. He knocked on the door at 7:54pm. Early. I liked that. I peeped through the peep hole and there he was. Beautiful. We walked through the apartment to the bedroom. Red light blaring of course. He quickly removed his clothes. It's awkward to say but I could have just looked at him in his clothes all night. The way they hugged his beautiful body was impressive. I helped him remove his hoodie...his belt clunked as his pants hit the floor.

His ass was glowing in the red light and the shadows it cast were beckoning me in. He put his chest on the bed and left his ass hovering in the air for me. I took it all in quickly. In a matter of moments I had put the condom and lubed up. He shook his ass for me and I slowly slid my finger into him...1...and after some time...2...His ass was better than perfect. His skin was tremendously soft.

I was happy. I was fucking him. Enjoying the way he pushed back into me. It was delightful how he answered me when I asked him if he liked what I was doing to him and for him. His moan was addictive. I wrapped my arms underneath him and held onto him by his shoulders. He liked it immensely. No matter what we did. I was in control. Just the way it's supposed to be. I came. For the 1st time. Then I put on another condom and proceeded to fuck his gorgeous ass even more. I could do it all night just to hear his whimper and moaning. Music to my ears.

We shifted positions. I rolled over onto my back and he practically sat on my face while he jerked off. If one must die please let it be like this. As I sucked him, he moaned, and smiled. He looked down at me and grinned the biggest grin I've seen in a while. It was all so perfect. He was ready. So was I.

He tasted sweet. I came. Again.

Neither of us had a mess to clean up. Which really does move things along. The time between climax and exit needs to be swift.

He smiled and I walked him to the door. "See you soon I hope". That's what he said.

Who would have thought 30 MINUTE SEX could be packed with such fun?!
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This experience has taught me not to judge people so harshly. We all have faults and I think we all genuinely want to be better. We all want to live enriching lives but sometimes the road to that enrichment is a bumpy one and who's to say which lessons we will have need for later in life. I I don't feel the need to justify what I'm doing because for right now it is exactly what I need.

ANSWER: Mind. Blowing.

Healing isn't easy but it can be entertaining.

What's next?

Thursday, November 19, 2009

32 RESPONSES - People are VERY horny...

I was slightly concerned that I wasn't getting very many responses to a number of my profiles...

I happened to check my spam folder a bit ago and found 32 unread emails. Wow.

Decisions Decisions Decisions...

Tonight...He Came. And So Did I

Arrival: 11:29pm

He called when he reached the door.

We spoke a couple of weeks back but I had forgotten about him. I found him on ManHunt.net. The truth is he found me.

His Profile:




Looking for a hookup...reg could be fun. Not a lot of hangups.

Plus if you have a big cock and know how to use it...bigger is better ;) You host. I would love to have someone to have a long makeout session with right now...men of color to the front.

Hit me up with your email if you want face pics.

We exchanged numbers but he went out of town before we had the chance to meet up. I was on the prowl tonight and he sent me a text saying he was back in town and wanted to see me. Frankly, I had forgotten about him but well...it's nice to be desired. Especially when you feel less than desirable.


He was late. I began thinking what we all think. "This boy isn't showing up". I got out of the shower and checked my phone. He texted me saying he was running late because he got pulled over and was being given a ticket. He called the cop an asshole. I thought that was cute :o)


I finished my Twizzler (I'm an addict) and opened the door...He was tall...rather fair skinned...brown hair...green eyes....what you'd call a "big boy". You wouldn't want to fight him that's for sure.

He walked in a put his arm around my waist...I could feel him wanting me. He had been waiting for a long time. He was ready. We went to the room...Red light was on (no joke- I like it). I turned on the Prince CD and removed my clothes. I was very impressed at the way my body felt (smooth) and looked with that feverish red glow burning my skin. So sensual. His breath was on my neck...he smelled good...tasted better.


He didn't waste any time putting me in his mouth and then laying on his back to take my now very hard dick in his ass. Condom On. He wrapped his legs around my waist and time dissolved...moaning...breathing...kissing...biting...

Something happened. I suddenly wasn't interested. Wasn't attracted. But here I was still IN the situation. I really wanted to just rewind the hands of time. Couldn't do that though. I don't wield that power. He was pulling me into him. I managed to make it work. I always do. I don't believe in leaving someone unsatisfied. So...I made him satisfied. He was living out a fantasy and I couldn't disappoint.

It always ends the same way...
  1. Finish.
  2. Be courteous and get the guy a warm washcloth to clean up with.
  3. Have a few laughs about random things.
  4. Talk to them about what they have going on the next day while they dress. Silence isn't golden.
  5. Walk them to the door.
  6. Reassure them you had a great time by telling them they can call/text you anytime.

Lock the door.

One minute less than an hour.

Departure: 12:28

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Working On Tomorrow's Boy

He messaged me this morning...


 
 


Told me he'd be available for me ALL day EVERY Wednesday & Thursday. Gotta love THAT attitude.

Gorgeous face on him too...Wish I could show you :D

Of course I'll keep you posted...

After The Break Up | Would-be Threesome

Yesterday was an emotional roller coaster.

Yelled at my best friend because he thought it was ok to still keep in contact with my ex. I won't get into that but it all seems to have worked out...

I had planned on having some super hot sex last night but it didn't happen. A guy responded to an ad I have and asked if I'd be interested in coming over to his place so we could have a 3some with some "bottom boy".

HIS EMAIL:
Let us find a bottom together to get sucked and fuck now, I can host here at my place.

Masculine, Total TOP Gay, 30, Indian, 5'8", 150lbs, brown eyes, fit, good looking, 7" thick UNCUT cock. I am looking to host now. Let me know soon. Pic attached.
Live in______________, and I can pick you up now. Let me know sooon.

He found a bottom with fantastic ass:



A number of emails later, I agreed but he decided he was too tired to go through with it. It WAS rather late at that point.

HIS EMAIL THIS MORNING:
Hey bud! Sorry about last night. I am totally interested to meet up with you and have some fun this evening. let me know if you are free to come over to my place. Call me if you could.
Perhaps I will be.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Relationships Aren't Forever

My goal in writing this blog is to document my journey from all-encompassing love to this very confusing world of "casual sex" and beyond.

In the last 2 months, I've experienced quite a swing of emotions. Joy. Hopefulness. Disappointment. Hate. Fear. Disgust. Anger. Rage.

I spent what seemed like days crying. I begged the guy I love to be with me. Sent countless emails of varying page lengths. I attempted suicide. I needed him then.

I decided to check myself into a mental hospital because I couldn't live with myself anymore. I didn't necessarily want to die. I just wanted to be dead. Not here. Hurting. Hurting and not having the one person I wanted to the most care about me. He just didn't care anymore. At least he didn't seem to care.

3 days in the hospital. Thousands of dollars in medical expenses, millions of tears, and a number of sexual partners later...here I am. Less emotional about all of it.

Do I want him to just call me and tell me he loves me? Yes. Has he been hurtful? Yes. Would I forgive him? You bet your ass. I'm not holding out for that. He decided to send me a text message that said "I'm done". 5 years of friendship and more than 3 years of a romantic relationship and that's what he did.

"I'm done".

His front door is 46.8 miles from mine. I'd walk every mile if with every step I took all of our troubles would disappear.

Too bad it doesn't work that way...