LoveInFrames

How do you handle seeing an ex at the local gay bar? 👀

I was studying in the library during my undergrad and needed to use the stall in the restroom. The stall had a bunch of gay porn messages (“show hard for blow job”), a hole into the next stall, and guys peeping in. I finished my business and one of the guys asked if the guy in the next stall gave BJs. I said I didn’t know. He then asked if I wanted one and followed me. I went back to my table and got my books, and only found out later that that specific bathroom was known as the gay hookup spot on campus (early 2000s long before grinder)

My med/surg nurse and I were just talking about uncomfortable positions and positions that people probably don't use as much as they say. I know it's mostly become a joke but 69 is not that great of a position. Especially if there is a significant height difference. I'm 5'6" and my husband is 6'7" and he's not small down there. It just isn't that practical and the person on the bottom has a much worse vantage point. Am I wrong?🥹

While my boyfriend was away on a trip, I developed a habit of masturbating. By the time he returned, I was struggling with an addiction to masturbation, and I no longer felt the same excitement whenever he touched me. Before he left, our relationship was great. Boyfriend: “Are you going to miss me?” Me: “Of course. Who else is going to disturb my peace?” Boyfriend: “Oh, really? Fine. Don’t call me when you get lonely!” We laughed, kissed goodbye, and he left for his trip. The first few days were normal. I spent time watching movies, playing games, and enjoying the house to myself. Then I started masturbating whenever I felt bored or lonely. I didn’t think much of it. Me: “It’s just something to do while he’s away. It’s not a big deal.” But gradually, it became a daily habit. Sometimes, I did it several times a day, even when I wasn’t particularly in the mood. Whenever I felt stressed, I turned to it. Whenever I felt bored, I turned to it. Eventually, my boyfriend returned. He rushed toward me at the door and wrapped his arms around me. Boyfriend: “Baby! I’ve missed you so much!” I hugged him, but something felt different. Boyfriend: “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy to see me?” Me: “Of course I am. I’m just tired.” He accepted my explanation. That night, he tried to cuddle with me, but I made an excuse and turned away. Boyfriend: “You’ve barely touched me since I came back. Is something wrong between us?” Me: “Nothing is wrong. I’m just not in the mood.” He sighed. Boyfriend: “Okay, but you’ve said that several times now.” I didn’t know what to tell him. The truth was that I had become so used to satisfying myself that being intimate with my own boyfriend no longer excited me the way it used to. And things were about to get worse. Over the following weeks, my boyfriend started noticing that I was hiding things from him. One afternoon, he walked into the bedroom unexpectedly and caught me masturbating. Boyfriend: “Are you serious right now?” I quickly stopped and reached for my clothes. Me: “Baby, I can explain.” Boyfriend: “Explain what? I’ve been trying to get close to you for weeks, and you keep rejecting me. But this is what you’ve been doing instead?” Me: “It’s not what you think.” Boyfriend: “Then tell me what it is!” I couldn’t answer. He shook his head and walked out. I promised myself I would stop, but I kept returning to the habit. He caught me again a few days later. Boyfriend: “Do you even want me anymore?” Me: “Of course I want you.” Boyfriend: “Then why do you keep pushing me away? Every time I try to touch you, you act like I’m disturbing you!” Me: “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He looked at me with tears in his eyes. Boyfriend: “I’m your boyfriend. You’re supposed to be able to talk to me.” I wanted to explain, but I was ashamed of what had happened. One evening, we were lying together in bed. He moved closer and gently touched my chest. Boyfriend: “Come here, baby. I feel like we haven’t been close in forever.” Instead of responding, I suddenly got up and rushed into the bathroom. I locked the door and masturbated. When I came out, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me. Boyfriend: “What exactly are you doing?” I looked away. Me: “I don’t know.” Boyfriend: “You don’t know? You just left me lying here because I touched you, and you went into the bathroom to do that?” I sat down quietly. Boyfriend: “Please, tell me the truth. Is it because you don’t find me attractive anymore?” Me: “No! That’s not it. You’re beautiful. I love you. I just can’t seem to control this habit anymore.” He wiped his eyes. Boyfriend: “Then you need to get help. See a doctor, find a therapist, or do whatever you need to do. But we can’t keep living like this.” I stared at the floor. Me: “What if they judge me?”

I don’t get it , gay men is back pic a fetish now too ?

Let's have a discussion on this... hot take time: I'm not complaining or agreeing, l'm just curious to see what the community thinks about this stuff.

A 60-year-old gay man is heading to a dance party in Sydney after nearly 10 years away from clubbing, and he’s wondering if he’s too old to go shirtless on the dance floor. He has an average build and loves taking his shirt off once the dancing gets going, but he’s suddenly feeling self-conscious about what other people might think. He wants to hear from older gay men who still enjoy nightlife: do they go shirtless, and how do they overcome the awkwardness? He’s also curious about younger guys’ reactions. Does seeing a shirtless man in his 60s bother anyone, or is he overthinking it? Part of him says, “I’m 60 — who cares?”

I will never understand why people use other people pics. Do they really think they are going to meet a gay guy that doesn't watch porn? This is @kingofdachill on X pic the guy was using to catfish 🤣🤣

I got this as first message and even made it a sticker cause it's so funny.

Damm he is living the gay dream ☺️

Courtesy doesn't work on Grindr 🥸

Which is your choice?

Y’all ever had a sugar daddy , are they even real and what do they even expect in return ?🤔

They had folding maps bought from Texaco, wrote phone numbers and messages on bathroom walls then waited at home for the phone to ring. Respect your elders they went through things you can’t imagine 🤣