Ok, here's the deal; this summer at the start was frustratingly celibate. At one point I got so sexually frustrated that I thought I was going straight! (I laugh now, but then the though of loosing my precious homosexuality was horribly frightful) So I decided to do what I have never done before, and use the internet to find sex. So I went online and I started a profile at www.gay.com (I know what a cliché...But I was desperate!) So after two days of browsing possibilities, I started to contact, and one turned out very promising. So naturally we set up a date, and we went on it.

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I was more than a little relieved that when the possibility of a male rose the thought of a female body once again filled me with repulsion (No offense ladies). The date started out awkward, he wasn't the type of guy I would normally hookup with r even show interest in; he was too short, too thin, and too effeminate. I actually had to check his ID because he looked too young for me (and I am just 18!) but he turned out to actually be a few months older than me (He was the youngest guy I was ever with). The "date" went well, we talked a lot, for about seven hours (quite an investment from me I must say, but the desperation I was feeling allowed me to extend the stalking period of the hunt). I was very seductive, in fact I never had to call upon that much seduction before, but it was working, I could tell from his body language. At the end of the date I made a hint that I wanted to kiss him, but the little twink actually refused it--subtly of-course. Now this is the first time (and I am not bragging) that I have been refused! That triggered something in me, a sort of competitive aggression, and now I wanted his twinky ass even more (excuse my french). So we agreed on a second date at a private beach for the next day. Now this is all and good except when I went home, and talked this through with a few friends, I felt that I was falling in love! (if you knew me you would gasp with astonishment; I DO NOT "fall in love", in fact I am aggressively anti-love)).

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At the beach, I notched it up a serious level, I used ALL of my power of seduction, pure and undiluted! (Again if you knew me, you will understand how dangerous this is, trust me when I say, I know seduction) Now this twink is a strange twink. There is something messed up in his head, but nonetheless I still wanted him to bang me hard (I was feeling passive those days..Don't ask :$). When I saw that he was falling for my tricks fast I realized (with a sigh of relief. hehehe) that the "love" I thought I was "falling in" was purely an elevated state of competitiveness mixed with an elevated state of lust and an elevated state of frustration. Anyway, at the start f our "second date" he saw my seduction and (with a gulp and hesitation) the little twink said that I'm not even going to get a kiss from him that day (LOL) ten minutes latter (and here I allow myself to brag and feel proud) I had his tongue in my mouth (Step one successful). Now he must have sense something in me, because he became more distant and more reluctant, so I sat down under the sun, him near me (but further than before) and I did what I thought was impossible: I doubled my maximum capacity of seduction (I noticed pre-cum on his swimming trunks after I started the "God Seduction", and that without touching him physically. hehehe)

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Ten minutes latter we are making out naked. Again this made him even more distant and reluctant. Now during the making out we were holding each other tight, at which point he said "I want to be n your arms forever" (WTF?! I was like WHOA NILLY! Chill super twink (internally of-course) just like straight guys gay guys also don't like the whole too strong thing--I guess its a male thing) At this point the little twink, who I dubbed the "little faggot" was starting to seriously get on my nerves with his holier than thou prudence. So I swore to myself that by the end of this day I would be on my knees with his cock in my mouth...BTW! How UNMALE is it for him to actually resist receiving a blow-job?! Seriously! Thus the name "the little faggot" no offense to my fellow homosexuals (and no straight people still cant use it, its like how people of African decent may call each other the "N-word") He soon became even more distant and more reluctant, but I persevered and After ten more minutes of his resistance and my seduction I was on my knees and giving him the suck of his life. At this point I realized that he was a virgin! (LOL) it became very clear when he did the cliché virgin fau-pas of quoting porno's. He literally said (while I was performing my very skillful oral obligations) "You like that don't you? Suck it! Yah! You like that?" I barely stopped myself from laughing, it was ridiculous seeing a boney little twink over-stimulated with porn trying to act suave! (I think I might have giggle if his cock wasn't so dutifully filling my oral cavity) So a disappointing five minutes latter he released the great floods (And I mean great...I think his testicles might have visibly shrunk after he released) When dropping him off, I laughed out loud for no reason, and he asked me what's wrong. I said: Well you old me that I wouldn't have control today, and that You wouldn't be just a notch on my records, but in the end, I was in complete control, and you did become just a notch, because just as I told you, I only wanted sex (I know I'm such an asshole--All the hetro guys are cheering now, and the women are tutting, but in my defense he was SO irritating, especially when he pretended to be in control). All he said in return was "Stop it" to which I replied by smiling and putting my ipod on full blast, complete destroying (purposefully) any chance of conversation. Latter on that day, I blocked his contacts on msn, and I changed his name on the phone to "Do Not Ans This Number" (A little trick many of you will be copying I'm sure) Anyway, I hope there are lessons to may of you here, and hints to many more. Unfortunately that was my only summer conquest yet. Cheers.