threesomes and monogamy

theres a bit of a stereotypical view among larger society that gay ppl are mostly non-monogamous sex maniacs, sleeping with whoever they can all the time. no doubt, there are a lot of gay ppl like that, but i know of plenty of straight ppl who r exactly the same, and plenty of monogamous gay couples.
myself, i consider myself to be completely mongamous whilst in a relationship, i have never cheated on my bf.
but one time my bf and i had a 3some. it was completely by accident. this is a honest to god true story.
it was about 4 years ago. we were walking home one saturday night after a few drinks out, and we walked past a straight bar near our place at the time. somehow we randomly started chatting to some guy who was out the front. he was very good looking and well built. i dont know how it came up, but we mentioned we were a gay couple. he said he was straight, but proceeded to tell us how big his dick was. about 11 inches he reckoned. of course, we did not believe him. he then took our hands, and put them on his crotch to have a feel. well, even thru the jeans, u could tell it was massive. he then asked if he could come back to our place for a drink. so he did.
so after a couple of drinks, things started getting a bit sexual. he took out his cock. me and my bf 's eyes seriously nearly popped out of our heads. he really wasnt lying. it was the biggest cock i had ever seen. so things really developed from here, we started taking turns fondling each other, then having 3 way kisses and then somehow ended up in bed together. my bf and i took turns sucking that beautiful, enormous thing. im not really a size queen, but it really was amazing. and a challenge, it was impossible to suck it like you normally would. but boy did we have fun trying.
after a lot of sexual play for prolly an hour, he asked if he could fuck one of us. well i said there was no way in hell that thing was going up my arse! my bf however decided he wanted to give it a go. well he tried and tried, and eventually they made some slow progress. it clearly wasnt going in too far tho. because i was just watching now, i started to feel a bit left out , and i left them for a few mins for some air. i came back after about 5-10 mins and they were still going for it, but really struggling due to the size of his cock. i decided i wanted it to end now, as fun as it had been i didnt want to continue anymore, the jealous bug in me was biting. so i spoke with my bf and we asked him to leave. he wasnt very happy about that, he said he wanted to cum first, but i really wanted him out of there, so he unhappily did leave.
we never saw him again, and did not even remember his name. even tho he claimed to be straight, i highly doubt it, given what had happened. and it was defintly not his first time. and in my experience, the real "straight" ones that just experiment dont generally like to kiss, whereas this guy was very into it. but he defintly gave us an interesting night. and i learnt that 3somes with my bf, whilst they could be fun, were defintely not really my thing, and we havnt done one since

im never drinking again

oh jesus, i have the worlds worst hangover today. its saturday night now, im starting to recover a bit finally
i had a pretty big event last night, with free booze
free booze should be banned !!!!
im not an alcoholic or anything, i only drink on weekends sometimes and social events etc, and usally control myself quite well
last night i fully lost control, i started drinking at about 3pm and didnt finish until about 1am
everything is a bit blurry after about 9pm i think
anyway i learnt a valuable lesson: do not log onto the net when drunk
one poor friend who i talk to from blogger, who i wont mention, copped an email that had words spelt like this
fvjedoegjerogjeogjg
ok slight exxageration, but i have no idea what i actully tried to write. sorry to my friend!
and some poor friends of mine in my real life, on facebook got some very poorly spelt posts on their walls. thank god those can be deleted !
ok im crawling back into my rock for now
when i log on tomorrow i have a much more interesting post to write

my fingernail theory

further to my previous post, lydia lassila won the gold medal today. i am PSYHCIC! haha. this makes it australias best winter olympics ever. aussie aussie aussie!!

so i have this theory. you can tell if a guy is gay if they have really fast growing fingernails
my theory started when i realised my fingernails grew so much faster than any other guys i knew. so when i made some gay friends, i found out all their fingernails grew fast too. everyone i have tested my theory on seems verify im not crazy . id love to hear if anyhone else here can back up my theory. or disprove it lol

winter olympics

moving away from gay topics for a post. ive been watching a lot of the winter olympics. ive talked many times about my love for sports, and the first blog i ever read was Mikey the hockey kids, im sure everyone knows his blog. well i watched my first every full game of ice hockey yesterday, canada V USA. i have to say i absolutely loved it!!. australia isnt known for its winter olympic exploits, given that we mostly a land of sun and surf, and we do not have many snowfields , this isnt a surprise. but weve won gold medals at each of the last few games and do have a few good athletes in them these days. Torah Bright is an aussie snowboarder who won gold the other day, in an event the americans have always dominated, pretty amazing effort. we should hopefully win another gold in the womans aeriels skiing on thursday, which is prolly the only winter sport aussies have dominated for the last 20 years, cause they used to get the ex-gymnasts as teenagers and retrain them as aeriel skiiers , an idea the rest of the world has now copied , so the chinese are now big threats. Unfortunately 37yo Jacqui Cooper, who has won something like 24 world cup events and 5 world championships, has a habit of choking at the olympics, shes never even won a medal, another girl Alisa camplin has won gold and bronze, but shes retired now. so hopefully Jacque comes good this time. theres also 2 other aussie girls in the final, and one of them is Lydia Lassila, the favorite. she crashed out at the last olympics and destroyed her knee, had to have it reconstructed. hopefully one of them wins. aussie aussie aussie oi oi oi

this is just for me

ive had a couple of ppl ask what my bf thinks of the blog, well he doesnt know about it, i decided to write this for my own reasons and its a private thing i feel. i dont usually hide things from him but i want this to be my own thing, if i knew he was readin it, or if anyone i knew was readin it for that matter, i dont think i would write things the way i do as i would be thinking constantly about what this person will think of it, and be thinking about their reaction. by keeping it completely anonymous, i feel the freedom to be completely honest and open . i hope that makes sense

another baby

so my brother just rang me, i have another niece. this makes it niece/nephew number 4,000,000 . ok im exxagareting, but seriously my siblings are breeding machines. i have 4 siblings and they all have kids. 1 of them even has 4 kids!!!! so obviously im the only kid of the family without children of his own. im very happy for them all whenever they pop out the next one. but i have to admit i get supremely jealous and a bit depressed every time. im not sure i even want kids, but its just shitty to think of the normal happy lives they got to lead, breeding whenever they want, carrying on the family name, whilst im the one that got stuck with the gay gene, unable to procreate with a woman. i know its selfish of me to think like that in such a happy time for them, but i cant help it. i really am happy for them, and i love all my nieces and nephews. it just sucks a bit folr me. i cant really explain it much more than that

mardi gras

sorry havnt posted for a while but i went away for a couple of days .
so something interesting happened today, one of my brothers rang me and asked me if i want to go to mardi gras with him. im like, wtf? i panicked cuz i thought he must know about me and this was his way of maybe trying to show support. but then he said he met this girl and she invited him, so he was just askin me so i could meet her. i have plans that night so just told him the truth, that i already had a birthday party to attend, and that was the end of an awkward conversation.
for anyone who hasnt heard of, mardi gras is an annual gay pride in sydney, supposedly its the biggest in the world. it started in the 1970's as a gay rights protest, and on the first one it turned violent cuz the police tried to arrest them all. these days its a popularly supported event, and heaps of police even march in it, in uniform. they always get the loudest cheer now. its worth millions to the sydney economy, and depending on the weather has been known to attract millions into sydney to line the streets and watch. not just gay ppl, theres probly more straight ppl that go these days.
i dont really like to go, mostly because the city is a nightmare to travel in and out of that night, but i went once and it wasnt really for me. being gay i support all gay rights of course, but it seems to have become less about gay rights and more about really feminine guys prancing and dancing up the street, perpetuating the sterotype that all gays are girly.
i honestly dont have anything against feminine gay guys , whilst its not really for me, i do believe everyone should have the right to be themselves.. but it really irks me that so many ppl believe that all gay ppl must be like the sterotype, and i dont see that stereotype changing when ppl see what they see at this parade.
i do hope the event goes well every year tho, because it has done more for gay rights in australia in the past than any other event has. and every year a bunch of right wing religious wankers get together and pray for it to rain on the parade. fucking morons, i hate them. it has rained on the parade a couple of times over the years, but february is statistically sydneys wettest month, so i doubt its god doing it. usually the weather is good, so they dont get much to cheer about. p.s i hate religious extremists with a passion.

my parents divorce part 2

so me and mum moved into our new place. the first few nights mum cried a lot and didnt want to sleep alone and asked me to sleep in her bed. i did, even tho i was angry, until she felt well enough to sleep alone. we still hadnt discussed her affair. but as soon as we had our first fight after moving, it all came out . i told her i knew everything and how much i hated her for it. she then told me that i obviously didnt know the whole story, apparently before all this happened, dad had an affair as well, with my brothers school teacher. oh great, so both my parents were cheaters. i knew she wasnt making it up, and dad admitted as much ,when i broguht it up with him later. so now i was angry at everyone, and to make things worse puberty had begun so by this time i was about 12 and very unhappy. i was getting very sexually curious, and obviously this involved homosexual thoughts, so this didnt help my state of mind. i fought with mum constantly, i abused her about her affair everytime we fought. i busted her still sleepin with the guy she had an affair with too, he would ring the house then hang up when i answeered. then my mum would take the phone to her room and call him back. this would make me so angry, i wasnt stupid and knew exaclty what was going on. i wouldve rather he would just say who was callin and could he speak to mum. altogether i think we lived like this for 18 months. then my dad decided to retire and move away. by this stage my 2 brothers that had stayed with dad had moved out. the next oldest brother was 15, and he was even angrier at mum than me, he moved in with another family to get away from it. me and mum moved back into the family home when dad left. it was just the 2 of us after this. we slowly started getting along better after this , but it took a long time for my anger and all my brothers anger to subside.
in the end, i have to say everything worked out. after dad left and i only saw him during holidays, our relationship got better than ever and we became like best buds by my mid to late teens. me and mum had our moments, but i guess i eventually forgave her . im pretty sure she stopped the affair eventually, but not sure exactly when. it was obviously never more than a sexual affair, as he is still married to his wife to this day.
so basically it was a prety fucked up series of events and if i could go back i would wish a lot of things to be different. but everyone learns from things like this in life, and i think if i hadnt gone thru all that i wouldnt be the person i was today. i learnt to be completely self sufficient from a very young age. mum and dad eventually stayed good friends until the day dad died, despite everything that had happened. we even still had xmas together most years. so it wasnt all bad. i guess in hindsight it was just so much for a young boy to deal with, especially a little boy who had so much on his mind already.
ive never discussed this in detail with anyone, except my bf. it was such a relief when i told him all about it a few years ago. and it does feel good to get it all out now, as there is also a lot more to the story but i think i suppressed a lot of it.
i know a few guys who read this and also may have commented are going through some sticky situations at the moment with marriages to women. please dont let my story persuade your thoughts at all. its different for everyone, and u gotta do what u feel is right. and it really did all work out for me in the end. knowing what i know, im glad my parents got to be happy , which they wouldnt have been if they stayed together.

my parents divorce pt 1

id be lying if i didnt say my parents divorce didnt fuck me up a bit.
im going back to the past for this post. a long way to the past. 1992. I am 11 years old. im lying on the lounge reading a book. my brothers are watching TV. my dad walks into the room. he tells me to chuck the book. this sounded important. he just comes straight out with it. i dont remember the exact words. but it was something like. "your mum is moving out. you can either stay or leave with her". he then speaks about her "boyfriend" i immediately knew who that was. i was so stupid, how had i not realised before. my mum had been inseperable from my dads best friend for as long as i could remember . the 2 of them were in business together. my mum had invested all our money into this business, which appeared to be a spectacular failure. they had often spent hours locked away just the 2 of them. i guess i was young and naive and thought it was just business. looking back, i think i already knew the truth. he wasnt really her "boyfriend" . it was just a pure affair. he was married, so was she. i dont think either of them intended on it being any more than that, but the damage was done. they hadnt done a very good hiding it really, as even an innocent 11 year old boy had kinda worked it out. the next day i spoke to my mum for the first time. she asked if dad had talked to me. i nodded. she asked if i was moving with her. i didnt know what to do. she had rented a unit a few streets away. she said she thought me and one of my brothers would come with her. i told her the brother she thought would come had decided to stay with dad . i was so mad at her that i was considering staying with dad too, even though i had always been closer to mum at that age. but the look of disapointment and sadness on her face when i said my brother was staying, made me really feel sorry for her, but still i was still angry too. i said i hadnt decided yet. i didnt want to decide, so i never brought it up again. and noone asked me. then the day came a couple of weeks later when mum was moving. i then was asked again. so r u going with her or not. i was a confused kid, being forced to make a decision i didnt want to make, and i burst out in tears. when i think back, fuck my parents for treating me like that. it wasnt right. you do not force an 11 year old boy to make a spur of the moment choice on who he wants to live with. especially after you have just told him the mum he loves so much has been having an affair. but it doesnt change anything, it still happened. i dont think ive ever properly gotten over that day.

hot aussie rugby league players

my mind is a bit blank tonight, so i thought for my next post id talk about my favorite things - and show them! - aussie rugby league players
i love them not only because its my favorite sport, but i honestly believe they are the hottest sportsmen in the world. heres a very small sample of some of my favorites. if you like them, i might post a lot more in the future


Matt Cooper - St George Illawarra Dragons

Cooper Cronk - Melbourne Storm

Beau Ryan - Wests Tigers

Travis Burns - North Queensland Cowboys

ppl at work

ive been with the same employer over 4 years now. when i first started, i decided for the first time i was gunna be completely open about my sexuality for the first time. then, on my very first day, a girl comes up to me and introduces herself, says she is a friend of someone i went to school with. who happens to be best friends with my male best friend from school. oh great, so immediately im on the backfoot and abruptly change my mind, so back in the closet at work i go.
so for about the first year i told noone at work i was gay. then about a year after i started, i made a rare visit to a gay bar. and who else should be there? the guy i sit across from at work. i had my suspicions he was gay, and this obviously confirmed it. he immeditely saw me, and i was totally busted. he said he had no idea, he promised to keep it quiet.
after i got busted by him, the girl from the first day left, and i decided to start tellin some ppl. not many , just my close friends there, and mainly the girls, who ive discovered are always guarenteed not to give a shit, and usually even like u more once they know.
so flashforward to 2010, and im pretty sure nearly everyone at works knows by now. either ive told them or theyve been told by word spreading. its not an issue there, as i reckon half the guys at work are openly gay anyway, but most of em are pretty obviously gay , so it wasnt as if they really even had to tell anyone.
a lot of ppl have also met my bf now too, and ive introduced him as such, instead of my "flatmate"
me and the guy who busted me at the gay bar all those years ago ended up pretty good friends. we often go for our lunch breaks together and perve on all the hotties walkin round near our work. so for the first time in my life, im gay at work, and it doesnt bother me. this is defintely progress

the back up girl

ive spoken about most of my major coming out moments now, and except for a few small ones not worth talking about, there is prolly only one major one left that i havnt mentioned. i was gunna post it soon, but i thought of it tonight when i was flickin thru the TV and came across an old episode of friends. in the episode, Rachel discovers that Pheobe and Joey have a pact to get married if they are still single at 40. She thinks its a great idea and tries to make the same agreement with Ross, but she then discovers that Pheobe also made the same agreement with Ross, and all hell breaks loose. i hadnt seen the episode b4, having only ever watched friends occasionally, but it was hilariouus
so anyway, when i was 18 me and this girl who i was good friends with from school made the same pact, except we were gunna get married at 30. since school we have stayed very good, although distant friends as she lives a fair way away, but we have the kind of friendship where we dont need to speak or see each other that often to stay close. we make up for it when we see each other once or twice a year.
about 3 years ago, i went to visit her for her birthday. she had a massive fun party. i had planned to tell her that night, and of course, in order to do so got myself very drunk, but eventually started talking.
it was prolly sometime well after midnight, we were sitting outside , just the 2 of us, having deep and meaningful conversations and i told her i have something to tell her. in my drunken state i started to cry, and i couldnt blurt the words out. it took me about half an hour to calm down, and i started to say it several times, but still nothing came out of my mouth.
she started guessing what it was, with no luck. she thought i had done something bad, like killed someone or something!
i asked her just to let me be for a few minutes so i could pull myself together, and finally i said it. i didnt say "im gay"
i said "i have been seeing someone for several years, and have kept it a secret from you"
she said "oh.... kay......' very slowly.
i said "yeah, and HIS name is **********'
she was silent for a few moments , before it sunk in. she gave me a big hug, and harrassed me for the rest of the night about why i hadnt told her sooner. i explained it of course, and she understood. like everyone else she said she had never even suspected.
she then remembered our pact, and said she is still marrying me when we're 30 , jokingly of course. the joke still goes on til this day
she has since met my bf several times, and they get along like a house on fire which is great. she wants to marry us both when we are 30 now , lol