Advice from three of our guy friends. This week they answer the following: “How much detail do guys go into with their friends about their sex lives?“
Straight Single Guy (Chris): In my experience, men brag about sex, or a partner’s sexual skills, but very rarely go into any detail. From what I hear, this is opposite the kinds of sexual conversations women have with each other. Guys do not write Penthouse Letters to each other, or even consider talking that way. Usually it is more like, “Oh my god, I got the sickest blowjob last night…” and that’s the end of it.
Gay Single Guy (Angelo Nikolopoulos): I imagine that most straight guys’ disclosures of their sex lives stay confined within the balmy cloisters of bar and locker room talk, and considering that I’ve spent my entire adult gay life avoiding getting pummeled in sports bars and men’s locker rooms, I have to admit that my knowledge of this topic remains fairly untested. With that said, however, given the human propensity to brag, I wouldn’t find it entirely illogical to assume that most straight men relish in dishing out the details of their sex lives to their male confidants, especially if you’ve got a knack for deep-throating or you’re willing to entertain the third input. Even if you’re terribly lousy in the sack, I wouldn’t be alarmed. Though you might be Missionary Mary in real life, I’m sure that after a healthy round of Jager shots and a tinge of embellishing, you’ll be Wheelbarrow Wendy in the eyes of all his friends.
Straight Committed Guy (Johnny): I have an “I don’t kiss and tell” policy with most people. But with my closest friends, I repeat everything. Every single detail, all five senses. One group of friends and I have been over-sharing since 9th grade, when all sex was uncharted territory. We had to put our heads together to make sense of it all. We just never stopped. I cut it out when things get more serious with a woman, and she actually starts meeting the friends I’ve described her to. I only repeat the details of new hook-ups. I just find them too exhilarating to keep to myself (I’d make a terrible secret agent). It does make me feel juvenile to indulge this impulse, but at least I have great confidantes who know how to keep their traps shut.