Do you have a crazy gay friendship with another man?

[bgmomentcaptured]

I’m just curious to know from other gay men who have a crazy gay friendship and what your experiences have been in being friends with another gay man. Are these relationships that are on or off constantly or misleading as far as being able to depend on that guy as a friend? Or is it just crazy based on what your relationship has become and the types of responses or conversations that you have with that guy or gay men that are apart of your circle? ️ Be as descriptive as possible on select situations that you’ve been in with them in the past or that you may be dealing with currently. Please be discreet and don’t use anyone’s real name or post any pictures of them.

 

[chrisrobin]

I’m just curious to know from other gay men who have a crazy gay friendship and what your experiences have been in being friends with another gay man. Are these relationships that are on or off constantly or misleading as far as being able to depend on that guy as a friend? Or is it just crazy based on what your relationship has become and the types of responses or conversations that you have with that guy or gay men that are apart of your circle? ️ Be as descriptive as possible on select situations that you’ve been in with them in the past or that you may be dealing with currently. Please be discreet and don’t use anyone’s real name or post any pictures of them.

I have a crazy friendship with a delivery guy who likes sex as much as I do consequently when he's in my area a quick call to see if I'm available for a quick fuck or blow job which we both enjoy, no strings just crazy times making cum together.

 

[Infernal]

That was my friend Eric. There was this crazy connection between us from the moment we met. We started as friends and then dated for a while. We didn't break up; things just returned to friendship, and we had random fucks along the way. Other partners came and went, but we always had each other as friends. I spent more time at his place than mine, but we sometimes crashed at mine on the way home from a bar...usually when one of us picked up a twink. We moved in together and shared his house with a lesbian friend. The parties were legendary, and it wasn't unusual to have 60 people show up. It wasn't a success until the police showed up. The six-month age difference between us was a big deal. I was older, so I always received birthday cards that said Happy Birthday, You Old Bitch. Sometimes, we could communicate without words, and when friends were being dramatic, a single look would tell the whole story and crack us up. Then we got our shit together and started our careers. The late-night bar hopping stopped. The lesbian found a man and moved out. There were no more twinks to share. I moved cross country several times, but we still talked on the phone regularly and laughed about old times. Somewhere in those years after I moved, he met someone who wanted to be a tattoo artist, so she bought herself all the equipment and started doing tattoos - without any training or knowledge of sterile protocol. An undiagnosed liver condition, in addition to acute hepatitis from a dirty tattoo needle, killed him days after he was approved for a transplant. He was 41. I have all of these crazy memories of our times together, which exist only with me.