Cuddling on the
Wild Side

Every day we journey through life learning, experiencing and growing. Every now and then we have an opportunity to figure out what’s making us tick. This past weekend I was home in Minneapolis to visit family (I grew up there), and to attend the Bingham Gay Rugby Cup hosted by my home team, the Minneapolis Mayhem.

As I grow older, when I spend time around my family I begin to see and understand why I am the person today. I’ve always known that my family made me into the independent person I am today, but they’ve also helped sculpt my coping mechanisms, social rules and general interests. This weekend was another time to see this and help me to figure out what makes me tick. I’m not going to bore you with the small details, but when you have opportunities like this, take time to look at them from an outside perspective if possible. Understanding why and where you come from can help build you into the person you want to be in the future.

The other portion of this weekend was time spent at the Bingham tournament. There had been a few guys I had chatted with from Facebook and Recon, and wanted to meet up with during Bingham. One was a hottie Facebook friend from California. We had met up almost right away when I got to the tournament. We hung out and actually watched a game that the second guy from the weekend was playing in, which I didn’t realize at the time. We did dinner and eventually made it back to his hotel room.

It was there that I learned a lot about myself. He was more on the vanilla side, and I tried to get him to try the wild side, but he wasn’t very interested. Which I thought would be fine. We made out, we groped each other, licking and sucking everything, but it wasn’t getting my cock going. I was enjoying it and it all felt good, but our mojo wasn’t quite grooving. We ended up cuddling for a bit, which was still great. I’ve been learning recently that sex is very mental for me, and while all the physical activities going on were awesome, my brain wasn’t being turned on. Maybe it was the lack of kink interest that destroyed it, or maybe it wasn’t meant to be… I’m not really sure at this point. He’s a great person, and I’m sure I’ll be seeing him again as a friend.

Later that night, I was out at the rugby event bar for the night and ran into Mike from Seattle. Mike had hit me up on Recon before Bingham, and his kinks mixed with mine EXTREMELY well. So, not only was he kinky, but he was submissive, my age, had a jaw-dropping sexy accent, and a fucking sexy stud. He’s also ginger, for those of you that care. There was a connection from the first moment I met him. I very much enjoy being kinky, sexual and flirty in appropriate public places like a gay bar. He had no problems with this and let me do whatever I want. Mike’s a pain pig and just the thought of that gets me hard.

We stayed together the whole night, wandering the bar, taking time to play a bit, make out, grope and learn more about each other. It was fantastic. Unfortunately, at the end of the night, he had to go back to his full hotel room and I had to go back to my parents. The groping, making out, holding and getting to know each other continued the next day at the tournament followed by dinner and later that night at the bar. I wasn’t able to get too rough with him because I needed to keep him able to play, but we still had fun.

These two guys were both physically my type and even Top/bottom compatible, but there was something there that made things sexually tick with one and not with the other. Mike was able to turn my brain on and that really got me going. He allowed me to learn a bit more about how I tick. I have a feeling Mike is going to be teaching me a lot more about how I tick.