***WARNING: This post will be sexual in nature and not intended for audiences less than 21 y/o***
As some of you know, I’m a newbie to Twitter. Well, I have been having a little fun with it. The unfortunate consequence for anyone with delicate sensitivities, is that I have a really bad sense of humor – it probably has a lot to do with the way I see life – and some of that came out yesterday when I was discussing something with a friend (Quick side note: I might have found where my sense of humor has been hiding). Laura (who is pretty awesome bi^5!) and I were having a mildly in-depth conversation on Twitter about sexual and relationship development and I indicated, during our conversation, that something made me want to blog it.
The problem, as indicated in a previous post, is that I really didn’t want to turn my blog into an avenue of in-your-face sex and sexuality. But she kinda challenged me to make a post about a specific incident I had participated in with a friend. But before I do that, let me put a little context on this subject: Adolescents nowadays know WAY more about sex and sexuality than we ever did at that age.
With that being said, here is a small excerpt of where this conversation was headed:
So, I had a few friends growing up, that I assumed were major studs. I mean, by age 13 or 14 (I can’t remember our exact ages now), they were all getting in on with girls. Me, being the shy, quiet and reserved guy I was could not bring myself to talk to a girl. At the time, I assumed, of course, that no girls even liked me. Well, one night, one of my friends – let’s call him Bryan (I try to protect the identities of the not-so-innocent) invited me over to his house. I liked Bryan, and not having any idea what bisexuality was at the time, I didn’t know I liked-liked (putting it in teenaged vernacular, from that time) Bryan and kinda looked up to him, because he had all of this great advice about how to get girls into bed just like he was doing.
Well, I don’t remember everything he and I discussed, but I was amazed at how suave he was. For some reason, he was getting blowjobs from like 99% of this girls who went to school with us, but he asked me not to mention it to anyone. I agreed, of course, because I wasn’t naïve or anything. Well, before you know it, he had my clothes off and was showing me how he got these girls into bed with him. And then he was telling me, as I kneeled in front of him, how he convinced these girls to do to him exactly what I was about to do to him. I even remember him telling me that this is exactly what I needed to do to get a girl to do this to me.
It was amazing advice…
…I never put it into play, so he might have been right.
Who really knows?