The First Glitch with Mr. Myspace

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Being Mr. Myspace's Date

The day after Mr. Myspace's Birthday he decided to make it official. He called me his boy friend. I was so excited. I felt as though I was on cloud nine. We would stay on the phone at night for hours talking about the stupidest things. Sometimes just listening to each other breath. There were times when neither of us wanted to hang up and we would fall asleep on each other while on the phone. He told me that I was his best birthday present. It was April and he was a senior in High School, which meant there was a big event coming up in his life. Prom. He had asked me to go and I was thrilled! I wanted to go so bad, but the more that I thought about it the more scared I got. I've only known him for a couple months and we've only been dating for a short time. So I did what I alway's do when I need advice...go to my mother. She didn't think it was a good idea. Although she was new to the whole having a gay son thing, and to be honest didn't quite know how to handle the situation. When I had came out to her towards the end of eighth grade/ beginning of freshman year of high school, she had a break down. I don't know if she was shocked or just didn't want to believe it. She asked "so your not attracted to any women? not even someone like Jessica Simpson?" and I responded, "no, more like Nick Lachey." And we both laughed and that changed the mood of our depressing/ awkward conversation. I was always grateful that she wasn't one of those crazy parents that would kick their kids out of the house if they were gay, and I knew she wouldn't be like that which is why I came out to her. But I just expected her to be more excepting of it than she actually was. She tried to act as if everything was fine, although I knew it would take some time for her to get use to. When I would come home and tell her who I had come out to that day she would get all nerves that I was telling too many people too fast. She was always scared of someone judging me, or me getting hurt. Although I already knew in my mind that things like that would be happening to me my whole life and that I was going to have to find a way to get past it. But nonetheless when I asked her advice about going to Mr. Myspace's prom she suggested that I didn't go. So I went with her suggestion instead of with Mr. Myspace to his prom. He was a little disappointed, but he understood. The next day he posted a picture on myspace of him sitting next to an empty chair with his arm out, as though he had his arm around a ghost's shoulder. Under the picture read the caption "this is my prom date". It made me giggle and wish I had of went. It looked as though it would have been a good time....

Mr. Myspace's Birthday

Mr. Myspace had a big birthday coming up. Well at the time it seemed like a big deal, he was turning 18. He had invited me and my two girl friends who I had brought to the mall with me, to his party. There was a good amount of us in his basement, mostly girls, but the two other guys other than me and Mr. Myspace were pretty hot. We were all sitting around listening to music and talking for awhile and Mr. Myspace went to his fridge and pulled out two beers. Me being only 17 was shocked. I don't know why, my parents always had alcohol around the house, especially at parties, but I guess I just wasn't expecting it. He then started opening some gifts. One was from a girl friend of his who had gotten him sex dice. one die had a part of the body, and the other had a sexual action. So as the Birthday boy would have it, we played the game. Not knowing most of the people playing, and being how shy I was, I wanted to die. I didn't want to seem like a prude though so I rolled the dice. Since it had been Mister Myspace's gorgeous guy friends turn before me, I had to do the action to him. When I rolled the dice it read that I had to lick his nipple. Don't get me wrong I wanted to bang this guys brains out he was so hot, but I was nervous. I did it, but I was embarrassed. Thankfully that was all I had to do, because it could have been a lot worse. There was one guy at the party who was not as gorgeous as all the others. In fact he was gross. I didn't want to be mean, but I totally was praying I didn't have to do anything involving him. As my luck would have it he was after me, meaning he had to perform an action on me. Once again I sunk into my seat wanting to die. He rolled that he had to kiss me on the lips. Everyone then ooooo'ed as if we were in the fifth grade. I didn't want to kiss him, and I guess my actions showed that. I know that he had thought I was cute because he had been flirting with me through out the night, but I guess somehow he got the hint that I was not interested, because he only kissed me on the cheek. I breathed a huge sigh of relief and we kept playing. When it had gotten to Mr. Myspace's turn he rolled. He had to preform his act on this guy who wasn't gorgeous, but he was pretty hot. He claimed he was bi, but I actually thought just by looking at him that he was straight. Mr. Myspace also had to kiss him on the lips. Unlike the unattractive guy who I was stuck with Mr. Myspace sat on his lap and made out with him while rubbing his crotch. I was pissed. I didn't want to do anything crazy because I didn't want to attract attention to myself, but why would he do that? I tried to calm myself down and pretend it didn't happen. We moved on from there to a game of truth and dare. During this game Mr. Myspace had confessed that he had participated in a three sum at one point, and he began to describe it. Me being a semi-virgin was shocked. And a little annoyed/ jealous. This is someone who I was growing feelings for, and to hear him talk about sex like that just freaked me out. The craziest sexual thing I had done at this point had been receiving a blow job from my overly depressed boy friend at a park. The blow job was the worst feeling in the world, so it wasn't a very great memory. I don't know if he just sucked at giving oral sex, or if it just didn't feel the way I had expected, but I didn't like it. This made breaking up with him a couple weeks after all that much easier. But anyway back to my story...I was annoyed hearing this and a little grossed out, but I just sat down and stayed quiet. We then began to watch the movie "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre". I have never liked horror movies. I can't stand the sight of blood or hearing someone in pain. Mr. Myspace knew I hated horror movies and took this opportunity to make his move. He sat next to me on his futon and noticed me as I kept covering my eyes during the gory parts. I had been complaining of a headache during the movies, so he began to massage my shoulders. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I was too shy to make the first move. I was still annoyed about his actions from the night, but him massaging my shoulders felt amazing. This was the first time a guy had done something for me to help make me feel better and I thought it was the sweetest thing. But unfortunately that was as far as we got that night...

My Myspace Lover

At age 17 the hottest new trend was myspace. for those of you who were to young at the time, it was the first version of facebook. Being that I am gay and living in a conservative town, high school wasn't the easiest place to meet single, available guys.  So taking to the internet was my only obvious option. While on there I had been talking to a couple guys, but there was one in particular...my myspace lover. I hadn't had a great dating history before this, one guy was attached to my hip and not really my type, just available and the other was too depressed for me so I wasn't sure how meeting Mr. Myspace was going to go. So I did what every preteen does at my age...brought my girl friends (and my father). We met up with Mr. Myspace in Hollister at the mall while my Dad was at the food court with my little brothers. I wanted to get a chance to meet him, before awkwardly introducing him to my Dad. When he approached us, he was cuter than his pics were online, which was a good thing. Then he came in for a hug and smelt amazing, which was a really good thing. Something then happened to my mouth. I wanted to speak but the words wouldn't come out. I was afraid this was going to happen, thankfully I came prepared. I had my girl friends. Bringing friends along helps take the edge off of meeting someone for the first time, it might seem tacky that you have to bring a possy with you to meet someone for the  first time, but if you get nervous meeting new people it can be a tremendous help. Your friends feel no pressure. They don't have to impress the guy or girl so for them there is no risk. But you also must be careful at selecting the friends you want to bring with you, you want to bring friends with big personalities who will include the new comer into the conversation. You don't want it to be all inside jokes with your friends, and forget that there is someone who has no idea what your talking about, with you. Luckily my girl friends did a great job at talking to Mr. Myspace and helped me along with getting to know him better. I don't know how, or why but he was still interested in me and wanted to get together again. Mind you, at this point in my life I had horrible acne, and was pretty shy. So why he was still interested in me was beyond me, but I wasn't going to let the opportunity pass me by...