one tiny fuckling

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It does not matter one tiny fuckling whether your gay, bi or str8. The only thing that really matters in this life is that your able to stand up, pull your pants down as a celebration of masculinity and shout, … Continue reading

deep inside her

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My fantasy is to watch a big masculine man fuck my wife and ask me to join in. I come home unexpectedly to find a man coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, extended in … Continue reading

share the journey

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Hi Seb, Woke up this morning thinking about you and realized it was time to sit down and share a few thoughts with you. I’ve never met you but have visited your site a lot over the past year or so and invested more than a few hours there each time. There’s something really fascinating and wonderful about the freedom that you have with your body, your mind and your sex. You seem totally unfettered by all of the societal ligatures that compete for our souls – and that’s something that really intrigues me. As a photographer I’ve been creating images of nude bodies for a long time now. One of the things that I’m always looking for in the people I photograph is this same kind of freedom with themselves that you have in spades. When a person feels that comfort within themselves, it comes pouring out in the images I create of their bodies. I’ve mostly focused on men in my work over the years because it seems as though that inner freedom, which translates into physical freedom, exists more readily with men than with women. That’s a complicated conversation though and I’ll just skip by it for now.

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There’s something inside of a person, that’s particularly attractive to me, that speaks to their comfort with who they are both physically and emotionally. That’s what I’m drawn to and that’s what I’m always looking for, whether it’s in the models I photograph, the people I make love to or the people I call friends. And you Seb, have it. I think I figured it out just a few minutes into my first visit to your site and it keeps drawing me back. In many ways both obvious and subtle, you’re the essence of what it means to be free, right down to the way you spell. You’re way out there beyond the boundaries of gay and straight and male and female. It’s like you’ve drawn all of it up into you and allowed it to express itself however and wherever it will without judgement or reticence. That’s a beautiful thing and it’s captured my attention in a way that few things have in the past few years. So I just wanted to take a few minutes and thank you for investing the time and energy you have in sharing yourself – it’s a gift for many of us to be sure, to be taken along on this journey you’re on and taste a little of the freedom you’re enjoying there. Since I was very young I’ve been carried along in a current of deep and unrelenting sexual feeling and desire that’s never for a moment lulled or disguised itself. It took a long time to make peace with it. But I have.

mature-naked-huge-dick-4442Finding someone to share the journey with has been more challenging. I’m not suggesting a relationship between us here – just contemplating how great it would be to have the chance to explore some of the nether regions of sexual desire with you wherein there would be no judgement or reticence. In some ways I’m fragile and in others amazingly courageous and adventuresome and realize that you’re a person who knows and understands both of those polarities and would be ideal for a romp that never loses sight of either. A broad sexual periferal vision if you will. Your own exploration of your sexuality and the work you do with others has opened up new avenues of thought for me. Believe it or not, I’ve learned through reading your words to be a little kinder to myself and a little more patient and creative with getting to orgasm. I’ve been fascinated with my butthole since I was little and have enjoyed reading about your thoughts and experiences where this amazing part of our bodies is concerned. I’ve learned to slide a dildo up into my hole and just leave it there – roll over and go to sleep and just let it be and enjoy whatever comes of the experience. I might never have done that had I not read about you doing it – and it’s something I really enjoy now. As a matter of fact, a plug is in my ass as I’m writing to you. I put it there several hours ago before a long saturday morning nap. It’s begging to be pulled now but it won’t be until I’ve finished with this letter. It’s no longer about the orgasm – it’s about moving into a new and different place with the sexual and physical experience. An extract from Affectionately, bi/ Lawrence.

Heterosexuality

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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. 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. 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 Mc

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swingers party

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One of my deepest fantasies is to fuck women with other men fucking other women as well, a kind of swingers party or orgy. I’ve only have done twice. One when I was about 35 years old visiting the U.S. We were a bunch of foreigners working for a international company. There were Indians, one Nepalese, three Arabs, one Thai, and me. There were two women, but they did not participate. Since I had lived in the U.S., and liking to be aleader, I took my peers first to watch Caligula at a Georgetown theatre. We all got hot. We hadn’t had sex for weeks, and our wives were back home. So, we wnet into this table dance bar and ordered beer, and watch black women strip and dance showing us their big cunts. We were hotter than before. The Indians and the Arabs seemed to have never had this type of experience, since they have lots of sexual restrictions back home. This was back in the early 80’s. So, we asked the ladies how much dis they charge for a fuck. They said it would costs us $50 bucks a piece. So we hired several whores, and got us all in a back room. I had the old fantasy that I wanted to fuck several ladies, sticking my six-incher inside each of several pussies. So, we all got naked. Boy, those Arabs withe theri 8-9 inch boners. Gorgeous! The Indians had regular seven-inch pricks and uncut as the arabs. The thai and me were “normal” about six inches long. So, I got them into fuck the ladies from behind, while they were standing bending down and forward. We started ramming our hard-ons on each one turnbing turns, while two stood in front of the five ladies and had their peckers sucked. Then we continued going around sticking our naked and young cocks in and out, sucked, in and out, till we all started to come one by one in the ladies mouths. Wha t a fuck! What an orgy!

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The second time was with my military friend in a nearby town. We had been drinking with othewr officvers, and we all went into this whore and night club place. We continued drinking and petting all kinds of bitches. My friend Ted saw al old whore friend of him talking and drinking at a nearby table with a rich man who was carrying a gun. We also had guns. Since we were tipsy, he approached the lady and asked her to have a fuck with him. She got angry and assked her old rich man to defend her from Ted. The man pulled his gun out and threatened to kill my friend. We wnet out in the strret and my pal also pulled his gun out. They threatend each other, pointing their guns at each other, while I stepped in between. We both finally took the old man’s gun away from him. I convivned Ted, who is now a General, to fuck another lady. We were liuetenants then. So, we got us two whores, and rented one master suite. Got undressed, and drank some more beer. We both had blow jobs first. I was able to watch Ted’s black and uncut seven-and-a-half inch dick. We had seen each other cocks before, and he bragged that he was one and a half inch longer than my white cut dick. Any way, he put the gun on a night table, just in caser the old man came around to annoy us, and we fucked the two ladies in all kinds of positions. We were in our early 30’s. Boy, this was something that I would like to happen once omre, especillay with some one that is well-hung, since big dicks make me hornier. I don’t think I’m gay, but perhaps and not all that straight. What do you think?  Tarnish