It Happened On Manhunt: Long Distance Bud Becomes BF

Have you ever met someone who you click with instantly, only to realize he’s hundreds of miles away from you? It’s a common situation in this day and age. Your dream man stumbles into your life, and the chemistry is off the charts! There’s just one problem—you’d have to hop on a plane to be with him.

In today’s installment of It Happened On Manhunt, we bring you a tale of long distance lust evolving into something much more substantial. Though it’s skimpy on all the juicy details, it’ll at least provide you with some hope that the guy you’ve drooled over on cam might appear on your doorstep someday. Not unannounced, ’cause that’d be kind of creepy. Or hot? We’re not exactly sure. We suppose it depends on whether he’s showing up with a chainsaw or an economy-sized bottle of lube…

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– Dewitt

Photo credit: Jet Set Men

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Just thought I’d submit my own It Happened on Manhunt submission, with something that actually happened to me (as an erotica writer, I can tell you — the history teacher story is as fake as they come.) My story isn’t quite as fantasy-fueled, but it did actually happen…

Growing up gay in a small town is never easy, but I got through it relatively alright — a lot of my friends were accepting when I told them I liked guys, and the ones that weren’t were relatively easy to keep my distance from. The only people I did have problems with were other guys who were just as okay with themselves as I was.

Most of the guys down here are either from the country or go to the big conservative Christian university our town is known for, and because of their reputation in either of those two places, they’re terrified of being found out as gay. They’ll log onto Manhunt whenever the urge to fuck is just too strong, but when they start talking to someone, they freak out, and either flake or cum at their desk while writing their message; hell, half of them even have girlfriends! Suffice it to say, the chance of finding someone who was fun to have sex with, let alone date when the time arrived, was going to be hard, and not in the fun way.

I figured out pretty quickly that leaving this town as soon as possible was high on my to-do list, and what better way to scout new places I might settle than the Manhunt search bar? My family is originally from the East Coast, so I figured, for grad school, I might go to one of the many great schools there.

I pulled up a search for one of the big cities I was thinking of, and started browsing boys. I couldn’t believe it; in my hometown, there may be ten guys online, on a busy day. In this city, there were ten pages of guys! I started popping out IM requests left and right; after all, why not try and say hi and start making connections now? I remember one guy in particular struck me as being shockingly cute, with bright blue eyes, a rugged face, and a piercing stare. I thought to myself He’d never be interested in me in a million years. But I IM’d him anyway.

After a few moments, I had a stack of at least fifteen IM windows open (what can I say, I was like a kid in a candy store), and was pulling up more every second. Suddenly, I heard the “dud-ump” of a response. I start skimming back through windows, trying to see who left a response. I have to dig almost all the way to the beginning, and when I find it I have to look at it twice to believe what I’m seeing; you know who it was: the boy I was sure I’d never have a chance with.

To make a long story short, he actually thought I was very, very cute (believe you me was I shocked), and after he found out I wasn’t in his city (trust me, it killed me that I wasn’t) he told me he had somewhere to be, but gave me his AIM address and asked if I’d be around that night. I said I would be. We found each other on Manhunt again a few hours later, before even pulling up my AIM (of course he’d gone to the top of my buddy list), and we talked for a long time, more than I’d ever bothered to talk with anyone on an instant messenger.

At the time, we didn’t have any illusions about trying some sort of long-distance relationship; I’d tried those before in the past, and they never seemed to work out. I simply tried to content myself with knowing that I had a (very hot) friend somewhere out there, and when the time came to relocate, maybe there’d be some other similarly hot guys to find (cause I knew this one would surely be taken by the time I arrived on the scene).

We remained friends (and even a few times, webcam buddies) for a few months; he and his ex-boyfriend got back together, just as I figured would happen, and I didn’t hear from him for awhile.

Then, one month, he was online, and I said hi. He seemed tired, but happy to see me; I know I was glad to see him. We chatted for awhile, and even gotten onto our cams, and he made the comment about “all the things he would do to me” and I laughed. Then, a moment later, he said, “I’m actually not above a road trip.”

Well, that was a shocker. After a few minutes of disbelief, we made plans; I had my own place, so I figured he could come and hang out for a few weeks, just for a change of scenery (I found out later his ex and he were having very bad problems), and then he could go back if he wanted to. It all seemed to happen so fast: within a week, I was at the airport, seeing his plane pull up, and then, in the onslaught of people disembarking, looking around, I spotted those bright blue eyes.

Yes, he was even cuter than he’d looked on Manhunt (funny how that happens); what was really surprising was how well we got along: more than just basic chemistry, even just in the car ride home I realized I’d found a guy whose way of thinking fitted right in with mine, and could hold a conversation, and we could make each other laugh. And when we got back to my place it was the best sex I’d ever had in my life; I know a lot of people say that, but I had honestly never been with someone who was both so confident, so tender, and so passionate, ever in my life.

We realized very, very quickly we were better than just roommates; a few intense, awesome weeks later, he went back to his city, packed up his things (he’d never really settled in, and he and his family weren’t on good terms, so it was easy for him to move shop), and he came back, to my dinky little town. That was a year ago, and we’ve been together ever since. Sometimes, we still log on and find a third guy to play with, when the mood strikes. They can never believe us when we tell them we met on Manhunt!

EDITOR’S NOTE: In regards to the visual accompaniment in this post, we were at a loss as to what would be suitable for this story. Eventually, we settled on some shots from Jet Set’s TSA Stripdown, solely because of the long distance theme. Blargh! Sorry for being so lame.