The pictures for today’s installment of It Happened On Manhunt are a bit mismatched in relation to the storyteller’s flow, but we couldn’t turn down an opportunity to post these shots of Bronson Gates and Scott Campbell flip-fucking. ::sigh:: We’re horribly predictable.
The story in question is actually kind of romantic! There’s flip-fucking involved as well… But it’s romantic flip-fucking! Oops, um, should we have not revealed that yet? Spoiler alert.
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– Dewitt
Photo credit: Cocksure Men
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The first time I left the states, it was halfway around the world to study abroad in New Zealand for six months. During my first week there, I checked out if there were any kiwis on Manhunt and got a few hits. One hot, muscular bearish guy in particular—let’s call him Gary—IM’d me and we started chatting.
He invited me over to his place later that day, and gave me an address not far from downtown Christchurch, the city I was in. I went and explored the city and then made my way over to his place in the afternoon, like we had agreed. He had a few of his bear friends over, and all of us hung out with some food, music and beer.
Gary and I had decided we weren’t really interested in hooking up at that point, so we were just enjoying getting to know one another. As the afternoon turned to evening, I got invited to stay for dinner. The kiwi bears were having lots of fun joking about the American college boy, but it was all in good spirits and the beers were helping a lot.
When the night started slowing down, I began to think about catching my bus back. At that point, Gary offered for me to stay over. Since I didn’t want to get lost at night with a buzz in an unfamiliar city, I agreed to it.
As I prepared to make camp on the couch, Gary walked over and planted a huge kiss right on me, groping at my crotch as he did. When he pulled back, I was just sort of looking at him shocked, because he had said I wasn’t really his type. He told me that he’d changed his mind over the course of the day, as he led me down the hall to his bedroom.
He stripped me down to find me wearing a jockstrap, as I usually do in warmer weather, much to his delight. He promptly got his jock out and put on a show for me, as he undressed slowly and changed into the white jockstrap that framed his furry ass perfectly.
The rest of the night is a blur of cock, balls and ass. We explored each other bodies with hands and tongues; Gary even got this total top to take a walk on the versatile side. We talked, laughed and fucked until three in the morning. At that point, both of us were exhausted, and I passed out, curled up in Gary’s big, muscular arms.
After spending a good amount of that weekend together, Gary and I had both grown quite fond of each other. Unfortunately, the following Tuesday was the day Christchurch got hit by a magnitude 6.8 aftershock that did massive damage across the city. Both of us were okay, and our houses were still standing, but my abroad program was forced to move me up to Wellington on the North Island for the rest of my time there.
Lucky for me, New Zealand is small and travel is pretty cheap, so over the next six months Gary and I saw each other as much as possible. As we spent more and more time together, the friendship started developing into something more. On a road trip a few months later, I looked at him and said, “I love you” for the first time to another man. He looked at me and smiled and told me he loved me too.
But just my luck, my first love came with an expiration date. A “Holiday Romance” as Gary called it. I had a year of undergrad left in the states and had to head home at the end of the semester.
I’m still in touch with Gary, and I miss him every day. Maybe someday, when I’m able to get back down under, we can have a few beers and see what happens again…
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