NOTE: Don't downvote this if it doesn't apply to you. I get a flood of PMs every time I post something here from (probably) closeted Sedditors asking about gay pickup. This is for them, not you.

I got a message from an interesting looking date option on OkCupid thanks to a well written, but ridiculously over the top profile. (I have been doing this sort of thing online a lot, because the local gay bars have too many straight guys in them and because I'm out of town for work a lot.) I filled it with lies and exaggerations, and said exactly that at the end and ask them to message me with a list of what they think is really true. A few snippets from my profile:

  • My hobbies are kicking ass and taking names.
  • The first things people usually notice about me: My extra testicle.
  • The most private thing I’m willing to admit: I am immortal, as long as you don't chop off my head. If you've ever see Highlander, it's pretty much like that.
  • I am a very bad guitar player.

A few messages later, I ask him to meet me at the university coffee shop. I wanted to make our initial meetup someplace where he would feel comfortable, and then transition from there. When we did meet up, I greeted him with a hug and pulled him over to a table. We spoke about our families for a little while and then got up to grab drinks.

Once we had drinks in hand, I told him that I had never been in this section of the college before and asked him to show me around. This is a technique I've been coming up with and figuring out myself. Guys seem to love to show you around a place they are familiar with. It's like they're sharing inside knowledge with you, and they always seem to end up closer. Despite the looks of a couple of the people in union, I took his hand as we walked and made sure to bump into him a couple of times. This gets my heart racing a little bit, as it's always a little frightening to being blatantly gay in a normal public place with someone new. He seemed even more nervous, which I imagine only ended up making the night more memorable.

We ended up settling in a corner on a couch, huddled up next to each other. We talked there for an hour more and then I suggested we grab some food. He didn't seem to want to leave, so I got up, grabbed his hand and playfully pulled him out of the seat. Then, we walked down the main drag, conversing about dinner options. We finally settled on a Greek place. He said he wasn't very hungry and didn't want to eat anything, but I ordered enough food for the both of us anyways. I told him he'd have to help me out. We both picked through the large pile of meat with a pair of forks, pushing food back and forth and making recommendations to each other.

By this point, it was getting late. We both started walking back to my car using a different route from before. Neither of us had been this way lately. It turns out, the sidewalk and the adjoining lawn had been blocked off for construction. Rather than going around, I urged him to follow me as I ducked the tape and snuck through. I could tell he was nervous, but enjoying himself.

On the other side, I threw my arm around his waist (He was taller than me) and we walked the rest of the way together. We got to my car and I offered him a ride back to his. He hopped in and when we arrived, I went in for the K-close. He went for it and a short make out session ensued.

A few days later, I threw him a text inviting him to come along to a dinner party that a friend of mine was throwing. I told him that it was supposed to be a small get together with homebrewed beer and pizza. He said he'd come along. I gave him my address and told him that we'd carpool over there (Now I knew he'd end the night at my place).

We arrived at the party after it had already gotten going. The turnout this time was incredible. It was more of a classy house party than a small dinner get together. As soon as I got in the door, half of the room screamed my name and then the guy throwing the party gave me a warm handshake and got us both some of his beer. It was great social proof.

After the party started winding down, I suggested we head back to my place. When we got there, I suggested he come in and compare the beer that I brew against the stuff he had at the party (I age mine longer, so it usually comes out much better). This got him in the house.

He seemed a little put off by how clean I keep the place (Almost spotless), like I went out of my way to prepare this night too much. I'm a little obsessive about keeping things exactly where I want them. This had nothing to do with him. I've since corrected this by making sure to "leave things" lying around when I know someone might come over.

The keggerator is right next to a giant bean bag chair, so we both plopped down in it. From there, a drink and a little bit of kino later, our clothes were off and I was getting a blowjob.

All in all, it was a good pair of nights. A few things learned and a few experiences gained.