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I'm Dan, - a High School |EDITED|.  I've known for years that I was into guys.  Like lots of guys who have written to this site, I never related to the "gay" community at all.  The idea of some guy wanting to give it to me up the arse is completely offensive -- completely phuck'n offensive.  I know most of the guys who contribute to this site feel the same.  It's not a minor difference in perspective & let me tell you that from the viewpoint of a high school student, -- it's like night & day when people get talking.  Everyone thinks guys into guys buttphuck because that's what the sex-ed classes teach.  We were in sex ed class & they were going off on the "condom for anal sex" message & I asked them if they had heard of g0ys dot org.  Of course they said "no"; -- So I proceeded to tell a story about how I had heard a PSA on the radio a few times late at night about guys in2 guys who were totally put off by the anal thing and had undetectable levels of STD's -- a group that called itself g0ys dot org (spelled with a zero).  They hadn't heard about g0ys (no sh*t), but I figured that saying what I said would get the attention of anyone who felt like I did about dudes but didn't have the guts to speak up because of the arse-phuck club.  Of course, there were those who made the negative remark about anything they thought of as "gay", -- but what surprised me was that some of the people I thought would make a remark -- didn't; -- & one of them was Derik.  I kind of figured he would because he's really cocky & always has a slam to make at fags (& yeah, I say fags because I still have a major problem with guys who see me as some piece of arse to be invaded -- dirty phuckers...).

Two weeks after discovering this site (a few days after I raised the question in "health" class), my best friend Derik was in a really bad auto accident.  He was the passenger - stone sober (like - the hardest thing Derik drinks is Evian). The driver (some guy Derik knew) was 'high' on something at the time of the accident.  Derik got hurt the worst because he was on the passenger side -- the side that collided directly with the cement partition of the overpass they hit.  The airbag broke his nose; The seatbelt broke his collarbone & the shockwave that crumpled the floor broke both his shins &  both his ankles really badly.  His left arm was fractured in 3 places & his right wrist was fractured in 4.  He fractured 3 ribs too.  They say the seatbelt absorbed so much energy that it actually melted some & had undoubtedly saved his life by spreading the force of the impact over hundreds of square inches while restraining him.  I saw the entire thing because I was following in my car when they hit the median.  It took the fire dept over 2 hours to get Derik unwrapped from the metal around him.  Seeing him taken away all busted up really hit me hard.  I didn't know if he was gonna even live.  He was in & out of consciousness during the extraction from the wreck.  I didn't leave -- telling him it was gonna be OK,-  & helping the fire dept with the process in every way I could.  Watching stuff like that sure gives you an appreciation of emergency rescue personnel.

Anyhow, it took them into the next day to get Derik all glued back together again.  I told the doctors that if they needed blood or body parts or anything to let me know 24/7 & they could use mine.  They said that fortunately they didn't think they'd need any of those things.  Both Derik's arms & both legs ended up in traction & he had these bandages all around his head & face.  The had all kinds of tubes going into him & I guess he was on some pretty severe drugs because the first couple of days I visited him he barely seemed awake at all.  On the 5th day, his head was unwrapped & he had bad bruises under each eye & his nose was swollen, but he seemed more alert. 

His parents are pretty well off financially so he ended up in a private room with a big TV.  I hung out with him every day after school & a few hours each weekend.  He said he was going crazy with boredom when I wasn't there, so I talked his folks into springing for a Web TV.  He could hold the little remote in his left hand & got around the menus pretty good by the time the 2nd day he had it rolled around.   We were shooting e-mail back & forth -- sometimes while I was in school. 

By the end of the 2nd week, I was looking forward to visiting him every day & the hospital staff cut us some slack on the visiting hours thing (after all, he had a private room so we weren't keeping anyone up).  Well, about the beginning of the 3rd week, they had him off most of the pain meds & he was uncomfortable a lot.  I guess fractures can be more painful than simple breaks; -- & they had him all wired up with metal pins in him because of some of the breaks.  By this time, g0ys.org had the article up about the "K-Rush Technique".  I printed out the article from the link & had it with me when I visited him Saturday night of the 3rd weekend he had been in the hospital.  Every time he shifted his position he winced, so I produced the printout & asked if he wanted to see if it reduced the pain.  He was all for it, so I started on his feet -- being super careful not to pressure his ankles.  It took all of 10 seconds & he was groaning in pleasure.  I imagined that if all people did all day was poke & jab at you, it was probably a great feeling to be able to relax into being rubbed on. 

I'd really grown to luv Derik lots over the time he'd been in the hospital; -- & although he'd had lots of visitors the first couple of weeks, I was about the only person who visited him now.  I guess it was because I had deep feelings on the inside for him & I suspect that this was one of the few opportunities I'd have to get really close to the guy.  After all, he was kind of a captive audience; -- & the fact remained that he really liked having me drop in (which made me feel great).  Anyway, watching the tension drain out of him while I used the K-Rush on him made me feel extra good inside; & like it's been noted already: Once you take your friendship with a dude to the point where you can hammer on him with  massage -- you reach a whole new level in male bonding.  This is so true that I can't over-emphasize it. 

Since he was bedridden, I'd often show up & find him in a slightly different position (put there by the hospital experts on such things) so that he wouldn't get pressure sores.  The day after I K-Rushed him, when I showed up, he was turned over on a special mattress face down -- with a large gap on the bottom at his face level so that he could look through to the floor.  When I walked in, he didn't know for sure who it was.  "Helloooo?", He said.  I didn't answer but walked to the foot of his bed.  "Helloooo?  Dude, is that you?".  He got his answer when I planted both thumbs into the heel of his right foot & begin to K-Rush him.  "Groooooannnn...".  I took a bottle of lotion that had a high percentage of glycerin out of my backpack & unlaced the back of the robe he was wearing.  It went on cold out of the bottle, but the guy was in heaven as I K-Rushed it into him slowly.  Derik was totally stud stock.  Feeling his physique under my hands & hearing his groan'n was a major stiffy-maker.  He voiced a concern that he was gonna lose the physique he had developed in the gym -- being in bed all the time.  I told him I'd help him keep his muscle tone up with deep massage.  He was totally in favor of that approach to health.  Wonder why, huh?

The 3rd day after the initial K-Rushing, he was on his back again & told me they had told him he'd be out of traction in another week or so.  He seemed really psyched about it.  I said that it must reek being in 4-way traction.  He said yeah & that his nuts were so full he thought they were gonna pop.  I asked what he meant & he said the urinal tube they kept in his dick kept him from cumming.  He said he hadn't emptied his load in 3 weeks & he was going loopy - & then being in traction, he couldn't do anything during the times the nurse had him unplugged from the thing 30 minutes or so every day.  While he's telling me this, I'm K-Rushing his thighs -& matter of factly asked him if he considered me a best friend - someone he could trust with anything.  He answered, "Hell, yeah...totally."  I slid my right hand up onto his restrained dick & said "close your eyes".  He fell silent & shut his eyes as he swallowed hard.  I removed the medical tape that held the catheter in place & slowly withdrew it.  As I did, his penis grew from a flaccid 3 inches to a hard 8" or so.  His eyes were still closed but his breathing was fast & audible.  Putting some lotion on my hand, I began to slowly stroke along the length of his erection.  Every few seconds a strong throb would travel it's length.  About 2-3 minutes after I had started slow stroking him his closed eyes tightened & his back arched as all ten fingers & toes straightened -- curling spastically as strong waves of ejaculation pumped out 3 weeks worth of pent up guy spunk in an extremely messy, - long anticipated orgasm.  The open-maw'd look of melting tension combined with his gasps punctuated with little moans as each throb of his cock emptied a streamer of hot jism over my thumb & forefinger -- was the thing that wet-dreams are made out of.  I popped off in my shorts just watching him experience his -- knowing that it was my hand that had pushed him over the top. Once he was cumpletely done firing, I took a couple of paper towels & wiped him off.  Once his erection was deflated, I reconnected him to his dick tether & told him that it was totally a 'natural guy thing' & to just say something if he was uncomfortable because I hated the thought of my best friend being in any sort of discomfort.  I also let him know that what had just happened was totally between us alone (& I wouldn't be writing this if Derik hadn't given his OK).  I K-Rushed him until he was nearly comatose.  As I packed up to leave, Derik quietly said, "Dude, thanks for everything...".  I planted a dry kiss on the bridge of his nose (no longer swollen) & winking with a grin, - said "Any time Bro...". 

The next day, our visit went as normal but Derik had stuff on his mind -- I could sense it.  The following day, - our visit went normally, but about a half hour before the time I usually left, Derik made a comment about having a "near wet dream" the previous night & not being able to finish business.  "Close your eyes..." was my command (& you know the rest of the story).  The next day, Derik said he'd visited that g0ys dot org site, & he thought it was what he had been feeling for a long time.  He asked if I'd been going through the same thing.  I told him I had been & he seemed instantly relieved.  He went on & said that before the accident, he felt a closeness to me, but never imagined that two guys could connect like we had.  "And no PMS..."!  We both laughed.

Derik is out of the hospital now.  In public, we're just best friends -- that's what people see.  We're just a couple of guys who hang out a lot.  But, when we're alone -- usually on the weekends & when we do stayovers, we spend a lot of time slow luv'n on each other.  I can't put into writing how good it is to be able to relax into another guy who I totally love & respect.  I'm helping him rebulk after losing a good deal of muscle mass in traction & in the casts.  I K-Rush on him a lot & he returns the favor now.  Man does that feel good.  It's also great having him as 'extended family'. 

We're both totally g0y; -- & like I said before -- it's way different from the 'gay' scene.  What Derik & I have isn't like anything I've seen portrayed in the media anywhere.  Queer N0THING!  I've seen some of the posts in the g0ys forum from guys trying to defend "Anal".  I've also noticed how opinionated, ignorant & rude these gay guys are.  I see the likes of them every day in our school halls.  They're the ones who have completely disgraced M2M relations that involve any intimacy.   I guess all I have to say from the standpoint of a guy who's totally not into effeminate degradation of men is that arse-phuckers aren't invited to 'my club'.  Derik feels the same way.  We want nothing to do with the lot of them.  The intimacy we share with each other is completely masculine & natural (not forced like the "leather butt-bois" version).  Since we're both "Bi" in the labeling system of society, we know the difference between intimacy with chicks vs. intimacy w. dudes; -- & there is a major difference.  I compare the difference to how your mind works when you speak in different languages ... you actually "think different".  Real dudes NEVER treat another dude as if he was a substitute for a chick. (I saw that moving, "The Crying Game".  Do you know what dressing in drag to seduce a guy really is? It's called FRAUD.  And once people go down that road, they get phuck'd in the head...bad). 

When Derik & I get to lov'n on each other, -- we're both into the other guy being a guy - responding like a guy.  He's tough, masculine, tender & a little vulnerable - all at once.  I love watching the way he moves - feeling the muscles tense & crawl around under his skin as he reacts.  I love the sound of his breathing & his heart pounding in his chest.  I enjoy watching his fingers & toes frantically straighten & curl as he has his nutt; -- & if we're 69'n on each other (yeah, we're both clean & established that fact before we went 'there'), - the close up view of his manhood as the powerful muscles in the base contract rhythmically as he explodes is a intoxicating visual.  It's a total turn on the way he gets a little out of control & gasps, stiffens & vocalizes his emotions as his dick empties his balls of their sexual tension.  I love the feeling of his muscular heft as he relaxes in my arms -- especially in the afterglow of an intense orgasm.  There's no part of him or his reactions that I find shameful; -- & I've got his back. Nobody had better try to harm him because I'll break the neck of anyone who'd hurt my bud.  I know he feels the same way about me because he's said so.  It's total love for another dude & it's completely accepting, & 100% masculine in nature.  Totally equal ... totally respectful ... as so many others here continually point out. 

Now does our relationship sound anything like the effeminate, nelly, queer-as-folk social stereotypes of guys who are into guys?  Not that I've seen!  And do you know what I see as the primary difference?  Passionate, masculine men who make great lovers, warriors & the best friends, -- don't butt-phuck. Am I prejudiced?  Damn right!  Know what?  It seems that I'm in good company; -- & from history I have about 40+ centuries of role models who fought in battles & built empires.  These were men who understood the difference between being  men who loved men, vs. being an arse-phuck'r.  'Drama queens' & 'arse-diddlers' need not apply.

So let me tell you why the "gay" community in its present incarnation is forever doomed.  It's because anal*sex* strikes a large part of the population as being IMMORAL & "gAys" are up to their arses in the stigma of anal-sex..  This explains why lesbians (who do not participate in anal sex) are much more accepted than are "gay men".  It's all about anal, & I'm telling you that lots of people will never accept arse-pounding because it should not be accepted.  There are 3 guys in our school that are HIV+.  Guess what they all have in common:  Yup.  They pound arses & are part of the "gay" club.  If not embracing a group that spreads disease while they declare how persecuted they are for having a disease-spreading-posturing, - somehow makes me "intolerant", - then I'll gladly embrace the label.  The fact that I'm a guy into guys yet "intolerant" of arse-phuckers should be a eye opener for some people who are wondering what defines "a M2M same-sex relationship".

If the "gay" message was simply: "Love who you want but do not engage in acts that hurt other people -- like buttphucking.", - social attitudes toward gay men would change rapidly (& STD'd would fall off dramatically).  However, the butt-phuck bois have embraced a fundamental lie & managed to get government funding to push their message into almost every school in the country.  There should be a lawsuit or something.  In any event: At my school, lots of people now know the difference between g0y vs. gAy, - and to the horror of the "gAy" club, several members have left them & are now "out" as "g0ys"!  As far as I'm concerned: G0YS are on the moral high ground, which is why, despite the fact that we're men into men, that the butt-phuck bois are distressed that we've rediscovered the 'bar' of acceptable M2M relationships; -- & by doing so -- have left them behind in the moral sewer where they belong.  Like I've said: I'm biased.  I can't stand "fags", but I love Derik.  This website makes the clear distinction.  I have a feeling that it's a message that millions of guys like Derik & I have been needing to hear for a long, long time.  It's about time that somebody separated the silver from the sludge.

- Dan