Two burly he-men sniffing each other out and coupling without spoken words in an alley, a quiet hiking trail..in the restroom of a truck-stop in the wee hours of the morning, are all in the masculine realm, and I’ve experienced those pleasures.
But today’s young gay men, hardly men in the way they speak, walk, dye their hair and flail their hands when they speak, have degraded what it means to be a man hunting men. Too many cumdump drug parties, too many hairless boney ribcages..too many loud, vacuous shrill nellies filling the bars and the alleys and the dark woods that surround them.
Maybe I’m just and old man pining for his youth, but sex was so much…SEXIER when you had to look for a colored bandana peeking out of a back pocket to know if the guy who just held your gaze a split second longer than a man should, was down to get fucked hard in the nearest secluded spot.
