The Image:
Reading through the posts on
other boards & even some here, I wanted to point out what I’ve always felt was
an error – a grave error, in the thought process of many a dude. See, it’s all
about the “image”. Attraction – that is. Early on, I knew I was attracted by
guys, but only certain kinds of guys: Aggressive.
Aggression is sexy. Aggression is often fun, & a little bit dangerous.
Aggression is usually hot-headed & often, isn’t that intelligent. Aggressive
guys change the world around them. Aggressive guys are confrontational.
Aggression is willing to fight for principle. Aggression is testosterone
driven.
Aggression begs to be conquered. Every woman knows this – which is why
aggressive guys are often the ones getting laid. Did I mention it’s sexy? Damn
right!
Aggression is part of a
masculine image. By its very hormonal nature, it’s set apart
from what is considered “nurturing” or “feminine”. The “gay” movement is, by
its own definition & social stereotype – effeminate embracing; And the closest
that comes to
real aggression, - is conniving & bitchy. What’s the expression? Getting
“in touch with your feminine side…”? From what I can tell, aggressive guys come
closest to their “feminine side” immediately after propelling about 100-billion
sperm out of the end of their cocks. Hey … & we’d probably be more open to
conversation after the event, but most women make the event take all day, & by
the time the guy gets what he wants, - he’s exhausted & needs to take a piss.
Anyway, I wanted make my main point before I get off on other issues. That
point is this: Guys who recognize their attraction to other guys understand that
they like aggressiveness as a trait. Aggressiveness belongs in the proper
container – that is, - one having muscles, & a pair of fuzzy balls that make enough
sperm every day to repopulate the globe (how would you like that child support
bill)! Aggressive guys think aggressive thoughts that often get them stiff
between the legs. They like things that make them seem more aggressive too –
which is why the masculine image seems connected to self-disregard, danger & the
potential for destruction. Get it?
Because testosterone=aggression, & the
male psyche gravitates to that image; -- Men that identify themselves as being
part of some “thing” that is by its very nature, “NON-aggressive”, - become the
antithesis of what men who love aggressive-masculinity - seek. Do masculine guys
prefer the Ford Focus or the Ford Mustang? See my point? Those guys
reading this - be honest with your next answer: Given the chance to date one of
a pair of identical twins, - would you prefer to choose the Painter or the
Punter? Why? Would you choose the “gay-activist”, or the “Gator-wrestler”?
Why? (Those who chose the former in either – quit lying!)
Now, combine that truthfulness
with the "live or die peer-pressure" of adolescence. The moment a guy
“gay-identifies” himself, he becomes the antithesis of what masculine,
aggressive men are all about. Why not just cut your own balls off?
See, -- when you consider the number of fems &
sissies that populate all things “gay”,- is it any wonder the
'fem'-stigma is
there!
I realized this truth very early – by instinct (even though I had no words at the time to explain
it). I loved masculine things – including masculine guys. That “image” was the
goal of many a guy -- & the prejudice against “gay” was a distaste for anything
that might tend to undo “The Masculine Factor”. Those of you reading who
aren’t fems, sissies, & can do more than 10 pull-ups -- know this truth by
instinct. Your very nature allowed you to “fit in” with other guys. Many of
you are “bi” – in the capacity that you could couple with either gender if need
be – but you often played the str8 card. I suspect that this is the primary
trait of guys who compose this ‘g0y’ thing. Why? Because those of you who were
on the extreme end of the scale – usually identified with “gay” earlier on
because you were tricked into thinking that you were part of a ‘minority’. I
can fairly make this assertion because I’ve been watching the thing evolve for a
few years now! See, I’m on the end of the scale – but I’m an aggressive guy who
learned to cover my arse <pun> early in order to get the kind of guys I liked: Aggressive.
No doubt there will be some guys hissing the fact that not all gay dudes are
fems or sissies. True. But I don't expect to find eagles in a flock
of pigeons -- even though eagles eat pigeons. People make bad
decisions every day, -- & in my opinion: If you're a dude who has a pair, - you
won't put on a label that says, "Hey -- I hang out with a group of fems &
sissies - who's claim to infamy is that they do the anal-nasty!"...
Abandon all hope - all ye who enter there!
(Not Homo-Phobic; -- “femme-phobic”!)
I like what testosterone does
(did I mention that yet):
The body hair, muscles, deep voice, aggression, ADHD, competitiveness,
uncontrolled erections, & zipper straining hornyness! It’s a phuck’n beautiful
electrical storm of male-response that infects the brain of every guy under its
influence. Raw male instinct unobstructed by self analysis or understanding -
is the most desirable version. Hey, I’m just being truthful about what I see as
art with a heart. Besides, the “modern educated version” of sex info is phuck’d
in the head anyhow. I bet in 100 years, people are gonna look at the “sex-ed”
curriculum of today & laugh their arses off at the 3-label system of: str8,
bi & gay! Educated morons!
I was aggressive & liked to
wrestle. It was an awesome way to make physical contact with a studly dude.
However, my goal in the process of wrestling was to obtain a pin (in full or in
part) in which I could take a guy’s composure by tickling him until he fought to
breathe & begged for mercy. See, you can completely conquer & undo a guy by
tickling him – without hurting him. No other weapon puts a smile on your
adversary's face while you undo his constitution. I’ve also discovered that the
laughter component of the experience reduces inhibitions & releases all sorts of
brain chemicals that make the guy’s mood lots better. Finally, the physical
contact component that makes him “laugh happy” is only a step away from other
forms of contact that will make him feel “giddy” too. So then: Wrestling is
like a form of social foreplay. It establishes contact in an atmosphere of
fun.
Tickling makes the encounter even less formal. Tickling eases the
atmosphere & makes other, gentler forms of touch acceptable. There’s an article
here that exposes the power of the massage & I’ve lost count of the number of
times after wrestling & tickling a guy – I’d switch to massage – usually under
the initial pretext of hammering out the knots & strains the other guy developed
while wrestling with me. After massage becomes an acceptable part of the
process, I’ve found that I can skip the wrestle/tickle foreplay & just start rubb’n on the guy shortly after entering his presence (not that massage can’t be
used as a pretext to maneuver the guy into position for a pin followed by
tickling torture). It’s all about making the “bond of friendship” tight & that
involves closeness, trust & mutual respect. Oh, one note: My experiences have
always been with guys my age or slightly younger. Even a year’s difference sets in place
a condition where the younger guy has an innate sense of respect based on age. Remember
how you felt as a freshman? Even the sophomores had your respect. Same
psychology.
Robbie was a year younger than
me. He grew up down the road from me. When he hit 16, something happened:
Hormones. Robbie was a natural mesomorph &.muscles, big-bones & other products
of testosterone sensitivity hopped onto his frame. During the summer of his
pre-Jr. year, I watched the transformation weekly as he’s make the trip down the
street to my place to hang out & use the swimming area we had in our spring-fed
pond. Get a couple of other guys there & we’d have some great “chicken fights”
(where guys team up – one atop the other’s shoulders in the water & try to
topple the other team). I was bigger so I was the guy on the bottom &
Robbie was my rider almost every time. I don’t
think I’ve ever seen a guy grow as quickly as Robbie did in those few short
months. He worked out some & it seemed that no matter what he did, it packed
muscle onto him. He had almost no body fat & was always hungry as that super
metabolism burned everything he ate in record time. The guy’s facial features
squared up & he became the thing
wet dreams are made of. I was
seriously
posturing myself to get naked with him. Robbie was an only child & his family
didn’t have much interpersonal contact (no real touching, hugging, etc). My
family was really “warm” affectionately in a healthy way. My discovery that
guys who come from homes where touch is not commonplace are often are quickly
overwhelmed by it; – was made by accident on Robbie.
He was visiting & we’d just got
done swimming. We were in my room talking about something of little importance
when I rested both hands on his shirtless shoulders & gave a slow, gentle
squeeze while I was talking to him. It didn’t take 5 seconds & his mouth opened
some as the muscles in his upper body released their natural-tone in response to
the sensation. I changed the position of my hands & gave another gentle squeeze
- still talking. He lowered his head – like the muscles holding it up were
suddenly too tired. I’d rubbed on a few dudes before Robbie, & I had never seen
this effect wipe a guy out so quickly. Not even a minute had passed when his
body was beginning to twitch & lurch from “sleep” coming over him. (What it
was, in reality, was a form of massage-induced narcolepsy. The sensation felt
so good to him that he literally couldn’t keep his eyes open. This often
happens to guys who are children in homes where their family is not very
physically demonstrative. Their nervous system becomes easily overwhelmed by
gentle touch.). Realizing the opportunity I had with Robbie, I suggested that
he “lay down so he could fully relax”. I pointed to my bed & he zombie’d over
to it & laid down on his stomach. I pulled his unlaced sneakers off his
sockless feet, & got a bottle of lotion & began working on his lower legs.
When I say the feelings “plastered” him – I mean in record time – like he was
tranquilized or something. It virtually shut off his brain. The article here
on the K-RUSH completely underestimates this effect on some guys. Some
guys will be immobilized by the sensation. Robbie was one such guy; -- &
I would have never believed it was so powerful a relaxant if I hadn’t seen the
before/during results, - 1st hand.
Robbie was on the wrestling team & the guy was good. His weakness (I
discovered) was if an opponent began to massage him (when is that likely
to happen in a match)! Massage deflated his sails & removed his resolve so
quickly that it should be a controlled drug in cases of people like him! Sure,
-- he knew what was going on – but lost all inhibitions.
When I got to his upper legs & told him to lift up so I could get his swim
shorts off in order to “do the massage the right way”,
he didn’t give a it 2nd
thought; & off they came. Robbie was a soccer player too & his legs were really
well developed with tight layers of muscle all over – all the way to the globes
of his rippled-bubble butt.
I gave his back side a good half
hour of massage, but I really wanted to see his naked front. After doing the
back of his neck, I pulled a sheet part way over him & told him to roll over.
Over he rolled. Robbie had a big, sexy neck that connected to a well developed
torso. He groaned a little as I slowly moved my lotion‘d hands with deep
pressure around his impressive musculature. I was gradually working my way
down. I got to his navel & pushed the sheets down & to the side exposing his
naked thigh & leg all the way to his toes – but leaving the sheet covering his
manhood. I bent him some at the knee & slowly worked on his naked leg – making
sure to get good contact with his inner thigh – all the way to his groin.
Because his knee was bent about 70 degrees, I was able to do his lower leg &
foot without moving much.
Slow rubb’n on his foot & toes, I
moved my attention to his other foot. (The feet are indeed the parts of the
body that subdue a dude fastest when rubbed on.
That K-RUSH article nails that point
squarely.) Sitting on the bed beside him, I sat Indian-style with
my left leg folded under me, but my right extended – with my bent knee forming
an arch under both his knees (perpendicular to my posture). I began to work my
way up Robbie’s leg – gradually pushing the sheet all the way off him as I moved
upward. When I got to his upper leg, the sheet gradually moved back to reveal
his virile balls – covered with a fine blond coat of fur. Lubing both of my
hands with lotion, I began to concentrate on his inner thighs – up to his groin
making occasional contact with his low hanging nuts. His groaning in pleasure
was slowly picking up as his balls began to climb higher. As the sheet
continued to inch away from covering him, it revealed the Robbie had a semi –
about 6” long. I began to increase my massage area to cover up onto his upper
thighs & abdominals – occasionally stroking my thumb along side his growing
erection as I massaged close to - & below his navel. He gradually stiffened up
to a 9” boner with a hefty girth. As I continued my massage of his lower abs –
now moving my hands under his sizeable erection – as it was “in the way” all the
time, it began to hard throb; -- & each time, Robbie would let out the sexiest
groan from deep in his throat. It was now obvious that he didn’t have any
inhibitions about having a hard-on in plain view, so I relotion’d my hands &
began my final approach. With one hand on each of his knees, I slid them upward
with my thumbs pointed toward each other along his inner thighs. When I reached
his groin, I brought my hands closer together so that my thumbs overlapped &
gently slid up over his balls & then along his steel-hard cock – causing it to
hard-throb & Robbie to groan passionately. Continuing, I slid both hand up over
his circumcised purple head & then up onto his belly. I added more lotion &
then reversed my course making Robbie gasp his next groan. On the next cycle
up, I stopped my right hand on his erection & continued up with my left. As I
massaged the thick lotion about his torso with my left, I gently wrapped my
right around his excited cock & began to slowly slide up & down the length of
it. The feeling caused Robbie to arch his back & straighten his toes. His
breathing was much faster & his gentle groaning was now a continuous stream of
groans mixed with endless sighs. As my left hand moved toward his left pec, I
could feel his pounding heart & see the pulse in his neck. His teen shaft
pulsed & throbbed in my slow caressing grip. All the hard vascular features
could be felt as I slowly stroked him closer to the edge. His back arched
harder & he moved both arms over his head on the mattress so that his fuzzy
armpits we both fully exposed.
Naked & vulnerable – a tensed, sex-hungry male
body begging to be coaxed to orgasm: That’s an intoxicating visual. I was so
hard I thought I might rip my swim shorts. With my left hand, I gripped the
rear of my shorts & lifting with my left leg, - I made a gap by which to pull
them down & then off. Now in the raw, I laid beside Robbie, & reaching around
him – I rolled him over on top of me pecs to pecs, rod to rod. All the little
hairs on his body were standing up – making his skin slightly course to the
touch. It was incredibly sexy. I was so close to shooting that when his dick
throbbed up against mine, -- that’s all it took as I wrapped both arms firmly
around his hard body & slid my cock against his. He gasped & his whole body
stiffened as his dick reached the point of no return. Holding him tightly &
wrapping my legs around his to prevent him from ‘getting away’ (not that he’d
even consider it), I slid my hopping dick slowly over his as I painted his 8
pack & convulsing cock with my hot, slick wad of man syrup. He returned the
favor by reflex. We shot until we were dry & then our cocks dry-heaved a bit.
Robbie was spent & the afterglow
took him like a bottle of melatonin. As I continued to massage him in my
embrace – he snuggled into me & drifted off into a deep sleep. It seemed a
good idea, so I pulled a sheet over us & offset Robbie's bod so that he wasn't
squarely on top of me - but off to the side just a little. We only slept
for an hour or so -- & waking up wrapped around him was love's primer as my
hands slowly explored his muscles. As I gently repositioned him back squarely
atop of me, he woke up to discover an onslaught of sensations slowly consuming
his sensitive skin, follicles & causing his erection to form in a matter of
seconds as his accelerating heart pumped it to full mast. Having pumped a
wad only an hour earlier made the sensations a little easier to tolerate without
shooting right away & making luv with Robbie slowly was an awesome event.
The whole experience of being tenderly touched & lightly scratched slowly all
over his nakedness had such an effect on him I don't think I can express it in
writing. I've never been with a guy who was so overwhelmed by touch that
his arms & legs would stiffen & change position from the intensity of a single
stroke by a finger or two, or the deep gentle groans that made their way out of
his slightly open maw as a rub or a squeeze impacted him in some intense way.
Then the changes that gradually crept up on him as his erection began to garner
more & more of his attention as it loaded for its volley. We must have
gone almost an hour slow rubb'n chests & cocks until our cocks slowly coaxed the
other into that desperate urgency to cumm; -- & then over the top in an attempt
to smother the other's dick in a thick, slick pool of man-sex sauce.
After our second climax,
- we
affirmed the depth of our friendship to each other & swore it to all time -
sealed with the thick warm wetness connecting our abdominals. From that day on, Robbie & I
were closer than brothers. There was an undercurrent of trust & love
between us that was stronger than all the bullsh1t life throws at you -- &
having another person who was willing to step into a bad situation (when they
arose) to help
things get better was a benefit of this relationship that few people will ever
know.
We were both
aggressive dudes who were growing up in a time when the whole "gay-thing" in
schools was taking shape. We wanted nothing to do with it & I recall the
conversation well. Robbie & I had been cuddl'n & cumm'n together for
almost a year (I was a Sr.). When we were out in public, we were our plain
old selves -- but everyone knew we were "best friends". At spring break,
Robbie had been spending almost every night over at my place. It was about
3AM one morning & we'd just pumped out a messy load into our cumm-cave (an
athletic sock we often used to hold our throbbing dicks closely together with -
that also made a good place to shoot into to keep the mess contained) after an
hour of slow luv'n on each other when Robbie mentioned that some people at
school were forming that Gay/Straight alliance "thing".
"Yeah, so?", was my response.
"Do you think we should join it?", I continued.
"Not a chance.", Rob replied.
"You?"
"Not interested. Think it
makes us homo-phobic?", I asked.
"No. But think: Nobody
suspects anything about us -- even though we're always look'n out for each other
& sharing stuff like money, our cars...you know. Why?"
"Well, it probably because we
don't act like a couple of fags.", I smiled in reply.
"Yeah, well - you hit the nail
on the head. And, like - have you ever wanted to give it to me us the arse?",
Robbie asked in a challenging tone.
"Hell no! That shit is
disgusting...", I replied.
"Yeah, me neither ... but that
shit, is what they talked about in health class when they got to the
'gay' subject. Remember the response?", he went on.
"You mean multiple eye rolls
from almost every chick & the comments of 'phuck'n disgusting' from the guys?",
I replied.
"Yeah. And then the guy
teaching the class goes on by saying we need to be 'tolerant'. I think what
he's really saying is that he wants us to be tolerant of him. I asked my
uncle, the cop, & he said that arse-phuck shit is illegal in this state!", Robbie
recounted.
"Wow!", I replied. "Then why
is the government paying these people to go around to the schools & teach this
stuff?", I inquired.
"Dunno.", Robbie responded.
"But this is what stuck in my mind: My uncle, the cop, - then says: 'That gay
sex shit is gonna spread the plague - like the plague. Notice he connected
the arse phuck group as being equal with 'gay'. Dude, if we join
that 'gay' thing, people are gonna think we're a couple of arse phuck'rs!"
"Yeah...", I responded. "I
already had considered that. I mean, it's what everyone thinks when they
hear 'gay' and 'guy' in the same sentence."
"Well, I don't think it's a
minor issue.", Robbie went on. "Guys do that when guys rape guys. It's a
message that the one getting bitch'd is less than a person. What the phuck
is the difference between it being forced on a dude; -- & some dude with low
self esteem who invites it!?"
"Good points. I guess I feel
that a lot of those people wanting to do the gay group are a little soft between
the ears anyhow. Not the chicks -- but they're not about the arse phuck
shit ... probably don't even consider it."
"Yeah, well I consider it...",
Robbie commented. "And when I consider it, it totally disgusts me & I want
nothing to do with a group of people who are like: 'Oh, well ... live & let live
... piss in your face ... phuck up your butt ... lah dee dee dah'; --
Like are these people phuck'n touched, or what?"
"I know what you're saying ...
but do you think that if people like us were to get involved that the image
would change?", I asked (not thinking for a moment that we'd get involved -- but
just to hear Robbie's reply)
"I think what would happen is
that almost everyone who knew us would think that we'd suddenly become butt-phuck'rs.
Face it dude: That gay support group is up to it's arse in shit-think.
What I see is a group of people who have concluded that because same-sex
relationships are ok, that all social inhibitions should be
removed from all relationships completely ... like it's all abstract. If
it is all so abstract, then why are the butt-phuck'rs so vocal about
their diseases? Lesbian-chicks have almost none -- so who has them all?"
"Obviously, the guys.", I
answered.
"Phuck'n right? And why ...
because they're into guys? No! Because they butt-phuck! Lah dee
dee dah!"
I began to chuckle, "Lah
dee dee dah ... Dude, you're a riot..."
"Well, it would be
funny, - if it wasn't. Anyhow, I don't want anything to do with that
bunch of musch-minds & I hope you're not considering it either because I don't
want to be implicated with them by my association with you if you joined their
club. That would totally suck.", Robbie spoke in a concerned tone."
"No need to worry. I've
already decided to keep my distance. You're way more important to me than
hanging out with a bunch of dudes who paint their nails & butt-phuck in their
quest to get in touch with their feminine side."
"Bro, a 'feminine side' is the
only side that half of these boofers have...", Robbie snorted. "And that's the
other part of this insanity."
"What?", I pried.
"Why all the emphasis on drag,
cross dressing & gender bending? That sh1t just
makes it all the clearer that this 'gay' group does not have a clear
understanding about what they're about. Are you interested in, say -
drag?"
"Drag racing...", I smiled.
"Yeah ... well, that's my
point. See, the gay thing mixes all these different issues together into
one group. That would be like the 'weight watchers' club teaming up with a
bunch of phuck'n 'cannibals' - just because both subjects have something to do
with eating! We must be 'tolerant' now ... lah dee dee dah!"
I began laughing. "Dude,
you bust me up! But seriously, they probably make some valid points in the
group."
"I'm sure that they make a
pile of them...", Robbie replied. "...Right up to the point they sh1t
on a saltine cracker, & holding it in front of your face - offer you:
h’oerdouvres!"
I hugged Robbie tighter as I
chuckled uncontrollably. Seeing the effect he had on me brought a smile to
his face as he snuggled into me - nibbling on my ear.
Tau
Kappa
Epsilon
When Robbie & I hit the university (I put it off a year to
make some money), - we ended up sharing a dorm room our 1st year. We were
both approached by one of the brothers of TKE
who invited us to pledge. I've gotta admit, that at first - I was
concerned because there were these rumors about TKE
& 'fags' ... but after meeting a bunch of the brothers & other pledges --
I didn't see a hint of mascara. We ended up hooking up with a dude who had
some pull so our "pledging" wasn't the stupidity you see portrayed on TV.
It was actually kinda awesome: Our job was to catch the college administration
on tape involved in some kind of scandal. We caught the assistant Dean
taking a kickback on a building contract! Yeah! If you remember the
scandal, then you remember the year ... - but part of the 'pledge' was not to
take the credit. Another brother got it; -- But if you remember the
scandal....you know just how real this story is!
TKE was more "Greek" than
most of the Greeks at the time. The rumors about "fags" that still
circulates till this day is because TKE has a
history of not censoring male/male relationships within its ranks. I've
never known of a TKE brother to do the
butt-nasty - ever. However, it wasn't unusual to see a number of the dudes
wrapped around each other casually about the frat house. There were no
"flames" or "fems" in the frat house. The nature of the pledge process
kept the stereotype'd "fags" out. Those on the outside who listened to the
droll of the day on all matters sexual didn't know the difference between the
M2M relationships within TKE vs. those in the
outside world - & gay culture. This is why the rumors about
TKE persisted.
(TKE was Greek! And +30 centuries ago in
Greece, the entire culture was "OK" with male couples - emotionally bonded at
the phallus. And "anal-sex" was unthinkable between bonded male
couples.) At the time we were in TKE,
there was nothing called "G0Y", - but our experience in
TKE was exactly that! Today, I don't
know if things are the same or if the 'boofers' have turned the Frat into a
butt-phuck cat-house. I hope not -- but it's not the kind of question you
ask guys when you meet other brothers in a emotionally cold setting.
Robbie & I graduated together & both live in Canada today.
We contract for embassy's around the globe & help with special cultural concerns
& security needs. It's a great job & we get to travel all the time.
How did we land the position? TKE!