Sexting with a Pornstar

December 6, 2008 Urban Word of the Day
v: the act of text messaging someone in the hopes of having a sexual encounter with them later; initially casual.

People were finally coming in. After a whole day of sitting in the heat of the house, and taking a three hour road trip without air conditioning in the anomaly of 100 degree May weather heat, and an indefinite stay at McDonald's to absorb good ol' fashioned artificial air, people were finally coming in. This night will be not wasted, cause I'm getting wasted.



I saw a a triplet of two “party lesbians” and their “Will”. I call them “party lesbians” because their only lesbians when their at a party and/or drunk. According to them, they're not lesbians either, they just like to make out because they're GFFS for evah!! Doesn't happen to guys...and the “Will” to their Grace who says he only hangs out with them to get laid, a boy, straight or gay, hanging constantly with two girls, especially when they have no real interest in him, he acts a little faggy too, seems a little gay, hence the name “Will”* If there's fag-hags, then I guess there are...dyke-buddies? Lesbocomplices? Side-dyke (sidekick)?, Chum-chums? Sorry if I offend anyone...but I'm gay too...

I moved from conversation to conversation. I started talking to this one girl, cute green dress and tan line on her shoulders, brown hair and blue eyes, drinking an un-cute drink, Dragon Joose. Dragon Joose is sold around the US, and it kinda tastes like a drink that a drunk recently turned 21 year old decided to make at a “tasting party” with all kinds of animal piss, specifically dragon, obviously.

Another girl, a freshman who, just that semester, was made into the house bitch. I tried valiantly not to choke on my beer when she told me she was getting married soon. She showed me her 5 dollar ring and said, “I'm marrying him because I love him” Again, I tried not to choke on my beer but I had to keep drinking during this conversation, you understand? She then supposed if I was hitting on her, I felt the beer go through my nose, time to move on...



Andy was sitting on the table playing some kind of drinking game I didn't have the fortune of learning yet. Andy, was one of many people who facebooked friended me after joining the fraternity. Like any invite, I accepted even when I didn't know it was coming from but it was a pleasant surprise. I glimpsed at his pictures for a bit, and decided this guy was cute, far above the average frat-bro in my fraternity, that is, he obviously works out, short blond hair but can pull off red hair (I've seen it), he was shirtless in one picture, and has a twink body. Not cute, Hot. He seemed like he had a quirky personality in his pics, but the chances of meeting him were slim, probably straight like everyone else is, tally up one more “friend” on facebook. I've got other more reachable hot guys at my school



Little did I know, about a month later, he shows up at my school for a visit. He walks in the room along with the rest of his compadres but I couldn't make my mind up. There's something I can't place. He definitely looks a whole lot better than his pictures. He was wearing green, I think, or that's what I imagine he would be wearing for some reason. He is tall, you can't really get that from pictures, and has nice, lean body, camera's do add a few pounds...He looks at me, catches me staring, I look away. The lecture starts. Hour after hour of monotonous hogwash, stuff I already knew...What was he doing here?

Tristan Tyler and ?


Then it was his turn to speak, this will definitely tell me if he is gay. He was. Not that he was a queen or anything, but you just know with some people, like Will. He acts like Will from the show and Will, the lesbo-complice/side-dyke. He also uses a lot of hand gestures, like me! There's the terrified little me again, who couldn't talk to him after his presentation. I could have invited him to imbibe or what have you. All I could say was congratulations, and walked out into the night air leaving him alone in my school...

Sammy Case


Several weeks later in the same night air, he invites me over, with a wave of the hand and shout of my name. I felt a little butterfly flutter. I take the empty seat next to him. The game started.

What's the name of the GAAAMMMMEEE?**
THUMPPPPERRR!!!!!
Why do we play this GAME!?!
TO GET FUCKED UP!!!!

and fucked up we all became. We all had our signs, the girl who made me choke's sign was sucking a cock. She would bob her head and stroke the shaft, but she forgot a very important thing, she forgot the balls. I do give it to her for not choking. During the course of the game, I was privy to straight guys suck imaginary cocks along with girls who clearly did not know what they were doing. And of course, Andy, who was clearly the best in this department, gratififying wide-open sloppy bottom elephants was his thing apparently. By this time I had moved in front of him, and he was in front of me with my own imagination running wild.



I ran out of beer, and he obliged with his own private stash. I was confused about a game rule, he explained. How the hell do I approach somebody who's out when I am closeted sorrounded by people who think I'm as straight as the guy who always to forgot to massage the balls? Talk to him with liquid courage. I started mentioning the “famous” gay club I frequented every Friday, he's never heard of it. My one but surefire way of subtlely telling him I was interested. I beat around the bush, I asked about his life, and we found out that I would be around the area during the summer, so the appropriate thing was to exchange numbers for the summer. He gave me his number, and I gave him mine.

He was beside me and I was beside him We were less than 12 inches away. I sextexted him, and he sexttexted back.

Then I kinda blacked out. I lost memory cells but I do distinctly remember getting cockblocked by a pothead and the call for pancakes was churning in my mind. I reasoned that he would be there when I got back, without the cockblock, so I went on a pancake run.

By the time I got back, the giant oak tree in the back of the house was visible again. The light was filtering through the trees. The leaves were throwing shadows on the ground. The party was over, the rest of the world awaits. The sun was entering the world once again, and Andy was exiting my world, with a face of disappointment, that like me, he was going home, alone.



Closing Time.



One boring summer afternoon after school, I decided to stalk this profile one more again after actually meeting Andy (that a lot of As), and that was when the revelation was made, that photo is professional, there are chains in the background mixed with leather straps, and Andy was kissing somebody right in the center of the pic. Who is the guy and what the fuck? Reading the comments revealed that it was made by well-known twink porn producer ________ with the title _________...***Holy shit. Are you kidding me? After googling this, googling that, I found even more pictures and a bunch of 30 second clips...ha-ha-he-he-ho-ho. This is by far one of the most surreal things I've ever experienced in my life. A fraternity brother, friend, and possible summer love was an amateur pornstar. Ha-ha-he-he-ho-ho.

Hammer`s Twinks: Tie Me Up

Basically these were my thoughts:
What a fucking freak show! A twink bondage film.
What a freaking fuck show! A threesome, with no hole left unfilled... Needless to say, I did not google myself. It would have just been too weird and I did not watch (because I can't find it) the entire scene.


I, more like he who has been contacting me, have been in touch with one another, although we have not seen each other since that night. He posted on my wall on facebook, asking me how I was. After abruptly saying great, I then decided to check his entire history of wall posts, and I was the only he asked!...I'm a little school girl...He still doesn't fully know I'm gay...but I've tried to drop hints, I mean, come on, coming out on the Internet is hardly dramatic enough for me, but the sexting (on my part) was on the casual stage, with definite flirting...

This is not the definitive end...as Andy and I (and somebody else...) will be taking a very, long road trip together this weekend, we'll have all weekend to hang out, and there will be plenty of that “liquid courage” to imbibe ( he is a self-proclaimed alcoholic and I am in denial (read last post)).

We are well-known friends with similar experiences adventuring in an exotic land like Lois and Clark, Frodo and Samwise, Luke and Han, and the Ambgiously Gay Duo. We will be pilgrims in the holiest of holy lands where “beer flows from rocks like milk and honey”. The exotic land of horse drawn carriages, red barns, and wheat fields. We will mingle with possible Quakers, Patriots, Giants, Steelers, and “the lowly people who cling to their guns and religion”. Together we will discover the dangerously liberal Northeastern United States, New England.

I feel that this is turning into a picture blog...,
FMS


*I need help from more experienced gays here, I know the girl who hangs out with gays is called the fag-hag, what are the other names for that, and what if you're gay and you hang out with lesbians?

**For those that don't know, thumper is a game of motion and sound. That is I make a motion with my body and sound that accompanies it. For example, I say wave, and I wave my hand, everybody in the game has one, and you have to imitate the person sign and sound. If you mess up, then you drink. And it starts all over again. If that didn't make sense, ask the nearest college kid around you or google it.

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