A sailor, a whore, and a garden-wall

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Chapter 15. A sailor, a whore, and a garden-wall • The newly-made road • Windy and rainy • Bargaining overheard • Offer to pay • Against a garden-coal! • A feel from behind • A wet handful • Blind lust … Continue reading

Up the Springboks

tumblr_n6ev9bi3HG1r86ax8o4_250Hi Seb. Hope all OK with you. Your site is an incredible discovery, a Pandora’s box. At first it looks-totally disorganized but then that is part of the charm and it’s a special, unique style. I seem to find something new and intriguing every time I visit. I feel my sense of maleness is greatly enhanced when I go through your material – an interesting effect. I’m sure that this is how you, yourself, would like to be described as well. I’d like to add something to your piece on tantric pussy massage by suggesting you take a look at this: It is an article which greatly enhanced my knowledge of the subject and, as a result, I have been fortunate enough to have the enriching experience of giving more than a few ladies a very stimulating time. Thanks again for creating such a wonderful site. I read somewhere, I no longer remember where, that eternity is that time between finishing fucking your girlfriend and her getting out of bed to go home. I wonder how many of us can identify with that? And is it the same for a guy who has finished fucking his boyfriend? But, in that period of time there is the opportunity to pass the most blissful twenty minutes that life has to offer, those twenty minutes which begin when the last drops of cum have been spent and your limp dick slips from her squelchy pussy and which end when your hormone levels recover their normal balance.

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The question is: why is this the time a woman chooses to begin an in-depth discussion of your relationship with her? The chances are that in the hours proceeding sex you have done everything you know to charm her and create an erotic atmosphere. When in bed, you have used all your knowledge, skill and energy to relax her, arouse her, pleasure her and, hopefully, satisfy her. If actions speak louder than words, then you have shouted her name from the rooftops. So how come she can’t have the grace to let you spend your twenty minutes of bliss in peace and quiet? Do you really have to listen to all her questions and, when inevitably you don’t find a satisfactory answers, be accused of not caring and only wanting to talk to her when you want to fuck her? After all, it is only twenty minutes and then you will be back to your normal, attentive self again. I have another question: is it the same between two men? If you fuck with another man and you both have your orgasms, does he then start asking you about how much you love him? Or does he, like you, just want to be left alone for his twenty minutes. I suspect the later and can’t help but think that there is no better advert for gay sex. Cheers for now – Graham I live in South Africa. Up the Springboks – and you can interpret that as you like.

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rugby-arseI was bored and away from home in a hotel in London. On an impulse I phoned an escort
I found on the net. The first guy who was available was a 28yr old body building black guy and I really struck gold. He was nice and friendly and although only active was not a str8 guy on the make. We kissed and caressed and undressed each other as though we were lovers, not client and escort. He asked me to suck him and play with him, and it was all so relaxing I felt under no pressure. When he said he wanted to fuck me I was more than ready for it. I had been fucked a few times before, even by a black man before, and had enjoyed it although I found it difficult at first. But Danny was amazing. A large, though not huge, cock, and no pain except on first being stretched open, and the most wonderful feeling as he fucked me. A sensation like I never had before. I had never had sex like it – str8 or gay – and after about 15 minutes I got the most amazing feeling in my body. At first I didn’t know what it was, except that it was so pleasureable. Then I realised I was going to have an orgasm, but one like I never experienced before.

I hadn’t been touching my cock or anything, just getting fucked doggy fashion. I told him I was going to cum, that I was trying to hold back but couldn’t and he told me to let it go. He continued to fuck my arse and I just came and came – without touching my cock at all. I had had a full 100% solid erection except for a minute or two right after he penetrated me, so i didn;t cum without an erection lime you say is possible. I have been fucked several times since then but only managed one more anal orgasm. I never thought of it as a different type of orgasm, just a different way of getting one, but since reading your site and thinking about it, I realize you are right and i was wrong, especially as I didn’t recognize the initial sensation of the imminent climax. I have had so many ordinary orgasms I certainly recognize those signs straight away!

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I have to do this everyday: I am senior bear and if you had told me when I was a kid, that I would one day March in a Gay Pride parade, I wouldn’t have been able to get my mind around it. Brought up in the twisted world of Fifties wacko Irish-American Catholicism, I thought I shouldn’t be gay but was wracked with the intense charge of my deepest desires. I was very smart and read all the books that proved that gay love was, if not a sin, a disease to be cured. I wasted the next twenty years of my life in a vane attempt to become who I wasn’t and pouring large amounts of alcohol down my throat to kill the pain. My penis was a lot smarter than my head and right from the get go I was telling me the truth about myself. My first wet dream: I am standing by the stairs that lead to the door of the Basement Chapel of St.Mary’s.

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My brother’s friend Leo walks up to me; he is naked. I am naked. Our hard penises kiss and I wake up to find my pajamas sticky with sperm. Forty five years ago and it still makes me hard! I dated girls. They were nice girls. I ran on the fantasy that if I got laid it would prove I was straight and I would be all right. I later found out that for me sex with a woman was a trick I could pull off and so what. The sad truth is that, in my case, whether I was dating in my young manhood or fucking a couple of women or using some poor soul as an unwilling  beard, I was using these people to fix me. Not a good way to treat anyone. I have a friend from hight school days. In college we used to double date. He asked me one Saturday night why I was always so depressed when we were going out. I couldn’t tell him  that  when I was sitting behind him as we drove off with the girls I wanted more than I can describe even now  to lean forward and cover the muscular white ivory of his neck bites and nibbling kisses. One of the worst nights of my life was spent in the same bed with him inches from me and unable  to be touched. And in the midst of all this I was cruising the bushes and the block ,where men fished for sex, for hours and days on end. Occasionally I got lucky but never happy. When I finally fucked a woman I added two and two and,as usual,came up with twenty-two! Since I was now cured of being queer I would enter the seminary, live with men,  and wear a long black dress. But my prick was still smarter than I was and had a plan of its own. At the end of summer recess I decided to “go for a walk” in the woods near my mothers new house.

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There were often trucks and cars parked along the road. Eventually I spied a neighbor hood beauty I’ll name Paul. He was lying sunning himself wearing as near to nothing as I had ever seen. Perhaps twenty, long spare body, black hair,a face as Irishly handsome as his other brothers. He new I was cruising him. He wanted to be cruised. Was he getting hard? I was. My shyness made me slow to come near. (I later learned how important this is in building explosive sexual tension] In my memory the details become blurred in what I know was a storm of hungry mouths, groping hands, naked flesh: years of longing tearing the sky apart. We were both too trapped in the Big Closet America was then to capitalize on what the God Eros had pulled us into, but I look back an say what a start, There follows many years of therapies, jobs, lots of sex, lots of Bourbon, all enhanced by a talent for self pity. I often say living those years was like riding a bicycle with no chain gears. Then a great blessing: Stonewall and I began trying to come out. Next I was forced to put down the booze. That first summer sober I was in a daze most of the time but, Eros be praised, that Summer they were relaying all the water and sewer pipes in the town where I was living. The work was being done by a Syrian owned company. Most of the workers were Arab, Italian or Spanish. I was defenseless against the strength and beauty unselfconscious erotic power of what I saw. I would go down town for lunch, see  a few more of these glorified bodies, something would light up inside of me inside of me and I had to accept that my deep love of the male was my gift from that erotic God. A few more brain cells would come back on line. That the spermy kiss of Leo’s penis was a blessed gift from god Andy M

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