G0Y Hunter:

I've been following this site since 2003.  I'm a team manager at my high school in |EDITED|.  I don't play myself, because an accident when I was 7 gave me a medical condition that prevents me from playing contact sports.  I'm a workout junkie so I fit well with the team, though.  I have a girl friend named Jill who is a closet lesbian (no kidding).  She knows I'm into guys & also knows that I'm not comfortable with the "gay" community.  She comes from a "religious home" ("God hates fags" ... in different words) so she's waiting to be out of the house before she's "out".  We make a great couple.  Our "act" has been well refined, & never have I had such a good friend who was only that.  Since we came out to each other my freshman year, (the year we decided to put on a multi-year 'play' called "straight") - I've had several guys ask me how it was I got to date the hottest chick in school all 4 years.  I just shrug & grin.

As the Sr. year has moved along, there have been lots of changes as people hit 18 & began to act independently.  The party scene is waaay up.  Coaches are more nervous that guys are gonna do things to mess up their futures & the local churches are more concerned that someone might actually have a good time (-- all except one group that doesn't seem bent of controlling all it's members or the worship of Landreu).  A couple of my buddies go there & I'd never dis them.

When I discovered the G0YDAR article here & the link to the "Technique", I decided to work it into my routine with some of the guys.  Before discovering g0ys.org, I was waaay shy about my true feelings for guys -- always terrified that someone would call me a fag (but I wasn't into arses or that 'fag' shit at all).  I was always on edge that I might do something that would cue people into the fact I was "into guys".  Of course, having Jill around was more than enough convincing (I see that now).  I guess it's kinda paranoid because everyone on the team gets along with me & seemed to respect me a lot. 

I started using "the K-Rush technique" about a week after I printed it out.  I kept in in my gym locker buried in some paperwork on a clipboard.  My friend Devon ended up taking a hit on the field that blew his ankle out of whack.  It was a bad sprain.  Anyway, since I was friends with Devon (& had always wanted a closer relationship), I brought his homework assignments over to his house each day after school.  We'd talk sports, cars, girls, school, nothing...  The 4th day, I got the guts to ask to see his ankle.  He unwrapped it.  It was bruised all over & swollen.  I asked how it was feeling & Devon showed me an empty pain pill bottle, & then added that it "ached all the time".  His prescription had been for co-Tylenol.  I told him that Tylenol should be almost as good, and aspirin should be ok to use in another couple of days.  Then I mentioned this pain reduction technique I'd pulled down from the Internet & took my clipboard out of my backpack.  Just like the "Technique" page says, I built it up saying it was some pretty intense stuff (warning, disclaimer, etc).  All this posturing made him want to try it more.  I stated out on his hands & then moved to his good foot & then to his injured one.  The guy turned into jello right away.  He was totally into getting K-Rushed & our friendship changed that evening from casual buddies -- to guys who were close enough to rub on each other.  I didn't realize how profound the change was until I returned the next day & Devon asked me to do that "K-Rush thing" again.  He didn't need to ask twice.  I talked to him about the usual nothing while I worked him over.  He wasn't nearly as talkative as usual -- but did groan in pleasure quite a bit. I covered more skin that day -- K-Rushing up onto his pecs & neck.  I was casual about the whole thing - despite how turned on I was.  Devon's attitude became more open to me about personal stuff because of this.  He asked me why I was so good to him & I matter of factly told him that it was "Because I love you man.  You're my friend.  I don't wanna see you hurt'n.".  My point-blanc explanation was accepted without a question; -- & Devon & I share a much closer physical relationship when we're alone.  Devon is one of the first people to call a guy a "fag" if he detects signs of sissyness or effeminacy.  He's an aggressive guy who has an instinctive viewpoint about how guys should behave.  Despite that, he doesn't consider anything about our close friendship to be "gay".  He's never even suggested it -- other than mentioning that he's concerned that if people see me rubb'n on him they'll think we've gone 'gay'.  My point is that Devon knows by instinct that it's okay to be tender on another dude & society is pretty much phuck'd in the head to think that there's a problem with guys being gentle with each other.  He knows our friendship is based on a deep respect, trust & mutual compassion.  He doesn't see it as "gay" because to his mind, "gay" is something built on a lie of false femininity.  Is Devon a g0y?  I'm still in the discovery stage.  Is Devon a real friend?  Absolutely.  G0YDAR rules!

Pete is another guy who I introduced to the K-Rush shortly after Devon.  I broke the ice by mentioning that Devon was in some pain so I K-Rushed him to shut his whining up.  Pete asked, "K-what?".  I acted kinda shocked that he hadn't heard about the new technique that was refining sports injury & pain therapy.  He asked more questions & I said, lemme demonstrate.  I closed the door to the sports infirmary & had him hop on the table (a padded exam table).  I explained to him the disclaimers & all, - making the event hint of "danger".  I took his left hand & began to apply the technique.  Over 90 seconds, you literally get to watch the tension drain out of a guy as the feeling hooks him.  It's just like the article says.  Pete never laces his shoes so after working on his hands for a few minutes, I asked him if he really wanted to feel the intensity of the effect.  He groaned a "yeah, sure...", which was a euphemism for "Phuck'n a yeah!" when a guy who's being rubbed down by another guy doesn't want to seem "gay" at the offer for more.  I pulled both Pete's sneakers off & began to work his right foot with the technique.  About 10 seconds into the K-Rush, he groaned, "Phuck'n a yeah, - that feels good".  I figured out that most guys have probably NEVER had someone with the grip strength of another guy K-Rush on them.  It is a new sensation & only one that other guys can give.  Where they gonna go to get it again?  To you!  Pete is a real K-Rush junkie now.  He lives a street over from me & visits me occasionally anyhow.  Now, when we're in my room he often closes the door & casually gets in the way of whatever I'm doing until he so annoying that I must K-rush him to get him to leave me alone.  I don't mind it.  It's another friendship that's been taken to a level of male intimacy that most guys never know.  G0YDAR rules!

Jack is someone I work out with.  He's a good guy -- but not on the team.  He's a gym-rat.  He managed to smash his hand pretty severely a while ago while I was in the gym.  Because I'm a team manager, I played the role of the resident expert & helped him wrap it in ice & drove him to the local clinic for an x-ray.  On the way there, I asked him about the pain.  He said it was pretty bad.  Since it was his right hand, I told him to give me his left & I'd show him a pain killing technique.  So, on the way to the clinic, I K-Rushed his left hand with my right (between shifting).  He told me he wasn't sure if that took the pain away or just helped take his mind off it.  Fortunately, his injury was bruising -- not a break.  What K-Rush helped do was turn a casual acquaintance into a real friendship.  Jack works out with me now.  When he complains about being sore, I always find a way to get him alone & K-Rush him.  He knows the drill, so he usually only mentions being "sore" when we can get alone.  In his mind, it's not a "gay" thing ... but he also realizes that people in general have no clue about the "K-Rush" & might not understand seeing a couple of guys rubb'n on each other.  Jack is really beginning to really open up & relax in my presence.  When he comes over to watch a movie, it's not unusual for him to end up draped across me on the sofa: shirtless, sockless & pantless.  Several times, I've massaged him to sleep.

Is that all the guys I'm tracking with G0YDAR?  Nope.  There's also Tom, Charlie, Keith & Jose.  I've K-Rushed them all & every relationship changes after the 1st K-Rushing.  The website wasn't kidding when it said that once you've gotten past the "touch barrier", guys open up & relax more around you.  Maybe I can do this because I've already drawn "the line" publicly: 

You see, early on in my freshman year in health class, I made it openly known to the "teachers" who do the rounds to schools on government money -- that I think it's morally wrong for people to give & take it up the arse.  The 3rd trimester of this year, there was an assembly in the auditorium with the theme of "cultural diversity".  It was okay overall -- & was mostly about race relations & Indian stuff.  But when they got to the "gay" tolerance part & AIDS awareness, I stood up & stayed standing until the speaker asked me if I had a question.  I said, "No.  I have a comment.  You talk about AIDS like it decided to infect the 'gay' population as the result of a lotto drawing or something as 'random'.  What you've failed to point out that lesbians have one of the lowest levels of it.  So, it seems obvious to me that AIDS isn't a gay disease as much as it's a gay-guy disease; -- And, of course, now everyone points out that it's spilled into the general population.".  I continued, "So what it seems like to me is that the gay community still fixates on AIDS like it's 'their disease' & they expect the public at large to accept 'them & their disease'.  Even I know what the AIDS quilt is, & it's synonymous with 'gay' deaths.  So let me tell you what I think the cold reality is.  The truth is that: once upon a time, there were a bunch of guys who didn't know their asses from a hole in the ground.  Their preoccupation with banging the former, - spread diseases that were deadly enough to fill the latter with their disease ridden corpses.  And despite the fact that this information is common knowledge, -- you have the audacity to stand there & talk about 'gay tolerance' - as if that type of behavior has anything to do with genuine compassion!  It's no secret that I have some friends here who I'd cut my phuck'n heart out for & give it to if they ever needed one.  Some might do the same for me.  Our friendships reach into depths that we sometimes hesitate to display publicly because everybody is all wound up about 'fag-this' & 'fag-that'; -- And it's gotten so far out of control that if you simply pat a guy on the back someone might start the 'fag-rumors' flying.  So you see, I choose N0T to tolerate your rhetoric on 'Tolerance', 'Gays' & 'AIDS'; - Because love has never had anything to do with phuck'n someone up the ass; -- & society's tolerance of that behavior is the reason why plagues like AIDS cover the planet like the stench of death!  So, as far as I'm concerned, you can take your butt phuck'n message called 'gay-tolerance' elsewhere, because butt phucking has earned the intolerance society has for it!" ...  Cheers, whistles & applause shook the auditorium.  People began chanting, "Larson ... Larson ... Larson..." (Larson is my last name).  I turned around & walked out and about 300 people followed me.  I ended up being suspended for 3 days (3-day-vacation)... supposedly because I used the 'phuck'-term in my comment.   Someone from the "gay club" wrote an editorial in the school newspaper calling me 'homophobic'.  I wrote a reply that got printed where I clarified & called myself "arse-poker-phobic" & went onto say that after some research, I had found that there was even a group of guys who were into guys who detested 'sexual arse-play' at www.g0ys.org.  Even Jill loved my response.

About 2 weeks later, I was alone with Pete one Friday evening & while I was K-Rushing him on my bed, - he mentioned that he read my response in the school paper & liked it.  I said 'thanks'.  We talked about some other stuff, & then Pete brought up g0ys.org - asking me how it's pronounced.  I just said I thought it was "goyz".  He said, "oh" & the conversation moved on.  A few minutes later, he said he had visited the site & read some of it; -- & then asked what I felt about guys who were g0ys.  I could tell he had some apprehension in his question by the timbre in his voice when he asked it.  I matter-of-factly said that I had no problem with them, -- seeing that about one-third of the guys on the team were g0ys.  Pete got a stunned look on his face; -- & bending his neck back & lifting his brows so he was looking up at me (his head was on my lap as I scratched along his hairline & facial features), he asked, "What????". 

I repeated & expanded: "About one third of the guys on the team are g0ys.  That's got to be the number because one out of every three guys is g0y.  Didn't you say you visited the website?"

Pete looked stunned. "It never dawned on me that those numbers applied here!", he commented.

"Well, where do you think they apply!", I laughed.

"So, you know there are g0ys on the team?", Pete asked sheepishly.

"Yup.  I know for a fact there are.", I smiled.

"And ... you're , like, okay with that?", he prodded.

"I'd be willing to phuck'n die for some of them.", I assured as I wrapped both arms around him & gave him a eye bulging hug.  When I sat back up & released my embrace, his face was all red & his eyes were all watery.  He had a big lump in his throat that he kept trying to swallow.  The expression on his face said it all.  "I luv ya for who you really are Pete ... not some incomplete projection.", I added.  That did it .. he fought it, squinted, tried to turn away & as he sat up back-to to me & began to stand; -- I caught him with both arms & pulled him back to me where his face fought the tears back & then let loose as I cuddled his head to my shoulder.  He didn't make much noise -- just occasional gasps as his whole body shook & his hot tears soaked my shirt collar.  I shed some tears too as I said, "It's tough pushing such a big part of you down deep inside your whole life because you think people will reject you ... yeah ... I know.  Let it all out bro..."  And let it out he did...

It was pretty late by the time Pete has partially recomposed himself.  We were laying on my bed in the dark (I'd shut the light off) arms wrapped around each other.  I said, "You're staying tonite, OK?".  Pete hugged me a little tighter.  "I've gotta get ready for bed dude.. you can hit the shower after me.", I continued.  I unwrapped myself from Pete & turned on the keyboard light at my computer.  My room had it's own bathroom so I was in & out in a flash.  Pete went in as I exited; -- & I caught him & gave him a hug as he passed by me.  I tilted the keyboard light downward making it much dimmer & I dropped my towel & crawled into bed in the raw.  A few minutes later Pete came out of the bathroom wearing a towel.  He was 160 pounds of young beautiful man bod. 

"Where did you want me to sleep?", he asked.  I tapped the half of the bed beside me.  "Do you have any briefs I can borrow?", he continued.

"Just freeball it, bro.  No problem.", I replied.  Pete swallowed, & proceeded to turn off the keyboard light.  The towel was barely audible as it hit the ground beside the bed & the mattress shook some as Pete crawled in.  He stayed close to the other side, probably to make sure I knew he wasn't gonna put the moves on me.  I had basically become fed up with the self denying prudery that intruded so many M2M relationships (or at least mine).  I rolled over some toward Pete & slid my hand to his shoulder. "You trust me ... right bro?".  Pete weakly throated an "Ah-huh".  I applied some force to his shoulder hinting that he should roll onto his back closer to me.  He did.  I slid my right hand between his knees & moved them apart some & then rolled over on top of him wrapping my arms around him & supporting myself mostly with my elbows as I settled down naval to naval, nuts on nuts.  Over the next 15 seconds, Pete's cock grew against mine & crawled up it's length as he became rock-hard.  He moaned softly as he wrapped his arms around my upper body nudging my full weight to rest on him.  I relaxed -- settling onto him.  His dick was throbbing hard once ever few seconds.  Every time it did, he'd gasp a little breath.  Seeing this guy turned on like this was a massive aphrodisiac -- knowing my naked bod on him was making him so horny that he was gonna shoot from the 'erotic-promises' of the naked embrace itself.  I tightened my hug on him & said, "You're totally okay, bro.  Just pump your nutt whenever ... it's kewl."  As I encouraged him, I felt a strong throb from his dick -- then another a couple of seconds later.  He began to pant little whimpers & soft groans as I felt his bod stiffen & his back arch - as a 3rd throb shot along his dick which had now hardened to full size.  It was such a total turn on feeling this dude loading his gun that I was only a few seconds behind him.  Moments later I felt those wonderful contractions from his cock pressed against mine as he spurt his warm seed in a series of frantic whimpers & grunts.  I shot mine a couple of seconds after his nutt started as I held him firmly in my hug, - & me in his.  Over the next minute or so, we entered our afterglow -- feeling an occasional, left over cock throb.  I whispered in Pete's ear, "Peter like?".  He groaned & hugged my tighter.  "Me like Peter, too...", I joked.  He smiled & laughed as he got the pun.

I dozed off right there on top of him.  I woke up about an hour later with another semi.  With Pete in my arms, I rolled us both over so that he was on top of me.  The motion woke him up & he was hard in no time.  This time, we gently kissed, cuddled & caressed for a good half hour before we finally evacuated our nutts again.  Pete whispered, "Dude ... I think I love you...".  I hugged him tighter.  He dropped some more tears. I figured that Pete really had a tender side after all.  Pete is g0y (bet you didn't figure that out already).  G0YDAR rules!

I probably don't need to tell you how deep my relationship with Pete is today.  We usually sit together on the bus for away games & when it gets dark on those long bus rides, we usually break out an army blanket & share it between us.  We look like we're sleeping, but under the blanket, there's a whole lot of K-Rushing & cumm gushing going on.  Not gAy ... g0y!

- Thanks for building this site when I'd given up hope of ever fitting in somewhere...

PS> Pete knows all about G0YDAR now & I've observed him deepening his "friendships".  There's nothing quite good as being around a bunch of guys who all, quite literally, love the phuck out of each other without anyone getting "phucked".  ManKhunts need not apply...