It Happened On Manhunt: I Learned To Love Another Man

Even though today’s installment of It Happened On Manhunt ends on a sad note, we simply couldn’t resist sharing it with you. Most of us have been in the position of falling in love with another man for the first time. We’ve experienced the rush of excitement, the pure intimacy and the earth-shattering heartbreak when it all comes to an end. This member’s story covers those bases and then some.

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I have had many hot hook-ups with men I met on Manhunt. However, the one that stands out the most doesn’t have much to do with sex.

I was a freshman in college, and I was just having a great time finding hot guys to meet and sleep with. I’m bisexual, and I used to think that I was only sexually attracted to men. Any type of real relationship beyond friendship was not only out of the question, but just impossible, because I’m not attracted to men in that way. Only women.

Until I get a message from a guy in my town. I believe it was something simple like, “Sup?” He didn’t have a face pic, but he did have a nice shot of his midsection. I liked what I saw, but I needed more to decide if I really wanted to meet him. So for a few weeks he kept trying to get together. I kept putting it off because I was shallow, and I wanted to see his face before I made a decision.

He kept texting me. Actually, after a while, I started getting annoyed by seeing “Jack” on my phone. (This isn’t actually his name. It’s just a name I used because I had another guy with the same name on my phone, and I would get confused.)

Finally, one night I’m coming back to my dorm from dropping a friend off in Austin. He texts me saying he’s on campus and asks if I wanted to hang out. Exhausted from the day and feeling a little bad for always canceling on him, I agree and he comes to my dorm.

When I first see him, I’m a little disappointed, and I wish I would have waited to see a face pic before agreeing to meet him. Nonetheless, I still liked his body, so I took him to my room. When I shut my door, I tell myself that we may make out tonight but that’s it.

We talk for several hours, trying to get comfortable enough to make a move. He tells me about himself — he’s in the army, in a frat, etc. I tell him about myself. After a while, I forget that I met him online. I feel like we met in class and now we’re just becoming friends. I really liked it.

This feeling vanished when he got up to leave, but decided to take a leap of faith and plant a kiss right on my lips. All of a sudden, I didn’t care about his looks. As a matter of fact, in my eyes, he became the sexiest man in the world at that moment.

We kept kissing for several more minutes until we couldn’t stand being in our clothes anymore. He quickly ripped my shirt off and expertly removed my pants using only his feet (very impressive). I took off his clothes, but alas, we found ourselves in a pickle. Instead of the other way around.

We were both tops, and we both knew this about each other. At that point, I wasn’t completely sure if I wanted to go there for him, but he was. So he asked if I had a condom and some lube, then started working on inching my hard cock into his tight hole.

It took some trying, and he kept saying “fuck” so loud that I was sure my roommates would hear. But I didn’t care. We got it in and, with beads of sweat dropping off his body and onto mine, he began to ride me.

For a top, he really knew how to work a dick. After a while, he shot his cum across my stomach, almost to my mouth. I pulled out and shot mine up his back. We both just sat there for a second catching our breath and soaking in what had just happened. Then he got up to clean up and take a shower.

When he shut the door behind him, I almost did a back flip. I had a rush of emotions I’ve never had for a man before, or even a woman for that matter. For the first time in my life, I felt love. I know that’s terribly cheesy, but it’s the truth. And that’s where the trouble starts.

We met in February and, over the next couple months, we met up for daytime rendezvouses and late-night drunken sex. After a while, I wanted more. I wanted security and monogamy. I wanted a relationship… Unfortunately, he had just gotten out of one when we met, and he wasn’t ready for another one so soon. I worked to accept that.

Our last hook-up happened in May of that semester. He called me over late one night. I had just met with another guy I was talking to online, but I knew I couldn’t go through with the sex because I had such deep feelings for “Jack”. So I was laying around in bed, horny as hell, wishing he would text me.

When I eventually get his call, I come over. And after watching him run around his room tidying up, he just looks at me exhausted and lays on top of me. I felt such warmth and love.

I knew I was ready to take him, so after our usual foreplay, I take the lube and condom out and start prepping. I lay him down on his back, with his hard cock sticking straight up, pre-cum running down his shaft. I roll the condom on, rub some lube up and down and feel his dick throbbing under my hand.

I get on top and slowly slide his cock into my hole. I feel like I can’t do it. But then I looked into his eyes, and I knew I could for him. I get it all the way, and he starts thrusting his hips. Slow at first, then faster and faster.

He pulls out and tells me to turn around. I get on my hands and knees, and he enters me again. This time, it was slightly easier. It felt so good to have him inside me — feelings his balls slapping against mine, his hands clenching my glistening skin.

He lets out a moan, and his body shutters. I knew he just came, so I quickly finish up as well. Again, we catch our breath and take a shower together. I never felt so close to anyone.

Sadly, the semester was almost over, and I had to go back home for the summer. There were two weeks left, and I was unable to see him before I left. In the summer, we talked, and I was ready for the semester to start so we could be together again…

Unfortunately, when I got back, I became interested in his frat and wanted to pledge. After rush week, he knew I was serious, and he broke it off with me because he “doesn’t mess around with pledges or brothers”. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next day, I began trying to get over him.

It’s been a year since we met. I still see him around. I became close with his fraternity, but I have yet to pledge. When I see him at parties, he doesn’t acknowledge me. But the fact still remains that he showed me that not only could I have a relationship with a man, but I could truly love one.

In May, it will be a year since we were last intimate, and I still feel the same for him. I’m still waiting for him to text me late at night asking if I want to “hang out”. It probably won’t happen, and I know it’s sad… But I’ve never felt love so deep, and I can’t let it go so easily.