It Happened On Manhunt: I Met The Man of My Dreams

Is it possible to find love on Manhunt? Oh, we don’t know! Why don’t you ask the hundreds of men who’ve met their partners on the site? Today’s edition of It Happened On Manhunt follows one of these lucky folk’s tales, from the beginnings of “take your clothes off” to the long-term relationship it all leads up to.

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When I was twenty-one, I was first introduced to Manhunt by a good friend of mine. I was so fascinated with how fast I could hook up with someone! Then, there was a particular day that changed everything… I was talking to this dude who was very distanced but extremely hot. I thought to myself, “He isn’t going anywhere till I’m done with him!” HA! I was wrong. We agreed to meet up the next day.

So the next day, I go downtown, where he picks me up in his jeep. He’s even hotter in person! He was only answering my questions with “yes” and “no”, which usually pisses me off… But I just let it slide. When we finally get to his place, the first thing he tells me is, “Take your clothes off!”

In my mind, I’m like, “Damn, we haven’t even got to the bedroom yet but okay!” He gets very controlling and dominant just how I like it. After hours of having fun together, he takes me back downtown, and I return home from a world of new experiences.

The next week, he emails me telling me that he wants to see me again. I agreed to it, and again the fun returns. But this time he was pushing my buttons. He asked me if I had ever been fisted. In my experience, I’ve tried some crazy stuff (watersports, threeways) but never fisting. I told him no I haven’t, but I would try it with him.

His eyes got wider and he smiles. Then he says, “Well, let’s start the process!” To me, fisting is all about trust. The many people I’ve fucked—more like being fucked by—I really didn’t care about what we did… I just wanted to fuck them. But with him? Something clicked.

I remember him starting off with one finger then two and him asking me if I was ok, if I trusted him. I honestly said yes. Within thirty minutes, he was able to get almost all his fist in. Good for a beginner, I would think. I could see his cock harder than a baseball bat and ready to plow my hole again. He slowly pulls out and starts fucking my brains like never before. My hole loosens up wide, and I could feel ever single thrust he made. I never had so much excitement in my life!

We practice fisting for about four months until I went up to Alaska for a vacation with some friends of mine. He told me to call his cell when I was about to leave and come back home. I told him I would do that. When that day came, I called him but the problem was he wasn’t picking up. I was wondering why he would tell me to do something but wouldn’t follow up on it.

So I called his house. He usually picks up there, which he did. Then he tells me, “We can’t play anymore, I’ve gotten back with my ex.” I nearly pass out and asked myself, “Why the fuck did I get so involved with him in the first place! I’m not the fucking rebound!” I tell him, “Okay, I’m going to enjoy the rest of my trip” and then hang up and proceed to live my life.

Almost five months of not talking to him, he calls me up and asks me to come over. I asked him, “Are you still with your boyfriend, or are you cheating on him? I don’t like to be a homewrecker.” He told me, “No, I’m not with my boyfriend anymore. I haven’t been with him for about a month now, because all I’ve been thinking about is you and how much fun I have with you.”

I then say, “Are you sure? ‘Cause you fucked up once with me. I’m not going to be the rebound again.” He replies, “Yes, it’s done forever.” I then say, “Okay, but we are just fuck buddies, right?” He replies, “That’s correct. Now get your sexy ass over here”.

After going to his house every week for a good solid year, he asked me to stay over. I was like, “Why would a fuck buddy ask me to stay over?” But I agreed to it, because I was super tired and didn’t want to go anywhere.

Then the invites to dinner started, along with buying me clothes. I told him, “You don’t have to buy me clothes and dinner all the time. I just enjoying being in your company (and of course the sex).” That must of sparked something in him…

Months after he got comfortable with me, he asked me to be with him forever. Though we’ve had our ups and downs, I’ve been with him ever since. And I’m twenty-six now! Never did I ever think I would be in a relationship. And if it weren’t for Manhunt, I wouldn’t be with the man of my dreams who I adore every day. Thank You, Manhunt!