+37% - the number Kinsey discovered had actually blown their loads at least once with another guy.
+70% - the number Kinsey discovered had actually WANTED to blow their loads with another guy.

Kinsey was a CONSERVATIVE.  I believe the figure approaches 100% who wanted to; -- & over 50% who did.  You've got to be a special kind of guy to figure this out.  Back then, - I was - indeed.

First - I am not American.  I did spent most of my teen years on military bases in Scandinavia.  The world is much more sexually open there.  Then you need the right equation. I was tall, dark, handsome & buff.  I had a friendly attitude punctuated with a kick-your-arse mentality if you disrespected me or my friends.  I was an only child, & I targeted guys at least a year younger than me.  Puberty drew the final line.  Hair on the pits, pubes & pleasure was the signal to seduce (not in a slutty way - but as a real guy who wanted real friends & the deepest possible bonds).

I was popular in the schools I attended. Lots of the guys relocated often - so they were hungry for deep, unshakeable friendships.  I was into gymnastics & most of the guys I hooked up with were too.  It was a tough sport - with lots of subdivisions.  The guys who got into it ALL became strong, ripped, & all that they could be physically.  I started working part time at the gym my sophomore year & was the guy who bandaged, taped & wrapped other guys wrists, elbows, knees & ankles when they'd have an injury.  I was also the voice of encouragement at all times.  That matters.  When a guy is working on improvement & another guy takes time to notice - it builds a bridge toward friendship.  I built bridges.  The thing that was the worst was that fact that not many long-term friendships happened.  Everybody was on the move.  However, there are a lot of guys out there who once had the friend in Scandinavia who "talked them into doing things"...

I guess I had a way of asking the question in the right format, too. " Level with me bro ... how many times a day do you 'do it'?"; -- "So, are you selfish or do your share, 'it'?"; -- "Guys are more in tune with 'it', don't you think?"; -- "Hey, you know the difference - right, - how much better it feels when you let your buddy work the controller, - vs. you?"  The situation has got to match the question & the other dude has got to be pretty relaxed in your presence.  It had to be private.  Guy's will do stuff in private they'd never do around a 3rd person.  A great lead question was stated like: "Hey, I was reading a story in (pick a str8 magazine) about guys who are considered 'top studs'.  I wondering if there was anything to it - so I figured I'd ask you some questions -seeing how people talk about you...ya know - pry all your secrets out."    There were any number of questions & I even had a page of them that looked like a photocopy of a magazine survey.  Most had these "factoids" in the question that contained some tidbit of sex trivia that made guys begin to ask themselves questions.  Some were setups:   It got guys talking about stuff they usually kept to themselves - especially when they knew they weren't being judged for having feelings - or questions. 

I had a friend - a freshman named Ronnie who was full of endless energy & pretty cocky when it came to pushing my buttons.  He was strong & wiry, - but I outweighed him by at least 10 kilos when we met.  Ronnie soon discovered that when we were alone, he could joke around & push me - probably a lot farther that if we were with people.  He pushed me in front of people - but my 'paybacks' were always more severe.  I never hurt the guy - but he did learn to cry "uncle" if he went too far in public with me.  I actually owe the guy some thanks - because even though people knew that I wasn't a guy to be messed with -- Ronnie's shenanigans also let me show a part of myself that broadcast the fact that you could mess with me as long as it was in good fun.  Soon, other guys who were "friends" began to realize that they could initiate a friendly altercation with me to test their metal without me becoming angry with them in the literal sense.  That kind of public bonding - combined with my attitude of complete acceptance in private led to other areas of accepting affection.  Ronnie was the first.

I had most of the basement to myself.  It was part home gym (free weights mostly), bedroom & a 1.5bath (shower - no tub).  The walls were unfinished sheetrock - that I put posters up on.  It had a soapy smell lots of the time because the laundry room was at the base of the stairs in another section of the basement.  Anyway - mine was a "guy's room" & my friends found that we had privacy. 

Ronnie was visiting & had just initiated a scrapping contest with me, & he was in the process of hopping about the room - trying to stay out of my reach just after giving me a hard punch to the shoulder.  He always had this big laughing grin on his face as he ran about trying to evade his inevitable capture & then my retribution - on par with his initial offense's seriousness.  He knew he was going to get thumped on some & maybe pinned & twisted about like a rubber band.  Sometimes I would tickle him until he was almost crying through his laughing.  In general he knew, I'd never actually hurt him long-term which is why he got such a kick out of initiating an altercation against someone my size. 

Well, on this day, he slipped as he was changing direction rapidly & managed to bounce his head off the floor.  He was instantly curled up with his arms around his head - in pain so bad he was crying.  Seeing his mishap, I knelt beside him & put a hand gently on his chest.  I could feel the muffled sobs coming out of him as they wracked his diaphragm.  I scooped him up into my arms - cradling his head in the crux of my left arm & carried him to my bed where I told him to "Let it out because it must hurt like a bastard".  He cried hard for another couple of minutes - still in my arms - and resting some on my lap.  I cuddled him to me - softly rubbing his upper back with my right hand.  Over the next couple of minutes, his body began to relax & uncurl from his near-fetal position.  I let his legs unfold & as he relaxed- still in my arms, I slid his body to the right so that his upper body was resting on my lap. As I rubbed & cuddled him, he continued to relax - until his open eyes saw my grin & he grinned back as I scratched around his neck & shoulders.

"Gonna be OK Bro?", I asked while hugging him just a little bit tighter.

"Think so...", he answered.  I tightened my hug again as I engaged both hands to the task of scratching his back - as they wrapped around him.  His neck relaxed as he groaned some in appreciation.  With my right thumb, I softly pushed the remaining tears away from his eyes as I kissed him on the windpipe.

"Buddy...", I smiled.  Ronnie smiled back.  His strong little muscles were really getting mushy as I slow rubbed him all over.   I felt great on the inside - making the dude feel better.  I reached up past my headboard & clicked the room light off.  It was really dark - not pitch black, but dark.   As I kept rubb'n Ronnie, I was working his shirt up & as I lightly scratched his bare skin, he groaned about how good it felt.  Eventually, I got the shirt up over his head & off him.  He was wearing cotton gym shorts & white socks so I casually reached down & pulled his socks off & then began to lightly scratch around his naval & upper legs.  He was well proportioned - for such a strong little ectomorph.  As I massaged his upper legs, I began to notice an unmistakable bulge in his shorts.  It gradually got really large - about 8" & probably almost 2 in girth.  Ronnie was all grown up - at least in that department. 

"Trust me. Bro?" I asked him as I rested my hand gently on his package.

His voice was a little shaky as he answered back with a "Yeah..."

I gently stroked his bulge through his shorts down toward the base & then back toward the tip.  Ronnie whimpered as it hopped under my hand.  Lifting the lip of the shorts allowed his straining teen-cock to point more toward his chin.  I lifted the shorts more & slid them off him - leaving him totally naked - still laying across me. 

"Just relax into this bro.  It's just a guy reflex - totally kewl, ok...."

I gently wrapped my right hand around his uncut man-tool & began to slowly stroke the foreskin back & forth along it's length.  Ronnie gasped & moaned softly as it continued to throb & harden in my grip.  It didn't take even a minute before his back was arched & powerful contractions from dick-root to tip shot Ron-sauce up onto his neck, chest & onto his abs as I slowly milked every last gasm out of him.  I took his shorts - gently wiping him down & then pulled the covers up over us. 

"That was better than anything I've ever felt in my life...", Ronnie whispered.  I wrapped him up in my arms & he wiggled in close to me. 

"Figured I'd share some guy secrets about feeling good to my head-banging buddy Ron...", I answered.  Ron hugged me tighter.  As I continued to rub him, - he relaxed into living jelly. 

An hour passed & I told Ronnie that he could stay over if he wanted.  He called his mom & got the OK from her.  We watched TV for a while and about an hour later decided to go to bed. 

Ronnie was visibly shaky as I shut the light off & we stripped down.  He was already hard from anticipation as he crawled into the bed beside me.  Feeling all that naked skin was awesome as I pulled him close - but better than that was the sense that he enjoyed the affection as much.  Since he was lighter than me, he ended up on top, pec to pec, rod to rod.  His whole body was quivering as his heart pounded as fast as a bird's.  I gently cuddled & snuggled with him until he began to gasp & stiffen as his young horny horse cock dumped a fresh coat of Ron juice between our abs.  Making luv with Ronnie was an experience - feeling him out of control was a huge turn on.  I gently restrained his arms & legs while he came & his strong butt muscles pulled his pelvis forward & made him writhe uncontrollably in pleasure - breathing in labored spasms & weeping tears of dick-driven ecstacy.   We soon discovered that if both of our cocks were slickened up with cum or lotion - that Ronnie wouldn't lose completely his hardon as long as we slow stroked him - & that he could have an orgasm about every 7-10 minutes or so!  I've yet to meet another dude who could have one after another like that.  Maybe it was because of his age.  I'm not sure.  What I am sure about is that once I discovered that my buddy Ron could keep up with the Energizer Bunny - I made sure to milt him for all he was worth.  

There are a few occasions that we made luv constantly all night & his groin was so sore the next day (merely from endless orgasms) that he could hardly walk. The experience left him exhausted & so full of good feelings toward me that I think he adopted me as a brother-figure from the first day on. Other than Ronnie - I've never had a guy in tears - all sweaty & whispering in moans how much he loved me for making him feel so good; -- this while his dick went off in fully automatic mode - repeatedly.   He ultimately became one of my best friends; -- After all, - if you get a guy off 5-7 times an hour - for hours on end; -- He's gonna have some intensely positive feelings for you!  Ronnie loved the ground I walked on.   I became his role model - of sorts.  Ronnie liked the chicks too - but was really shy around them.  He didn't have much common ground with them is seemed.  I had no inhibitions around them & so I helped Ronnie meet up with them.  I was "Dating" a "nice girl" named "Lynda".  She was from a home so conservative that I think they kept a portrait of Richard Nixon hanging in the parlor.  Lynda was a totally closeted lipstic lesbo.  We had a good scam going - the reality of which we never spoke aloud, but knew deep down what was what.  Ronnie ended up chasing Lynda's friend "Michelle".  She led the guy on for 3 years - until graduation (where she went to the prom with him & then dropped the bomb right after).  Ron was my constant buddy thru it all & over 3 years - he probably had pumped out a few liters of jizz between us.  The way he felt with me was different than with chicks - but both were love.  He expressed confusion over the issue too many times to recount & on several occasions he'd made a decision to only "be with" females.  Of course, this "decision" was always challenged by me wrestling him to the ground & then crotch rubbing with him until he popped.  Ah, friends! 

I've been talking about Ron the most because he was the first - but the combination of my appearance & my personality was a combo that seduced many guys.  They were all "str8" - of course.  They all discovered that the deepest friendships often come with the price-tag of deep intimacy.  This is often referred to a "stage" that many guys go through.  The truth becomes obvious when you realize that some guys never go "thru" it & others never leave the exclusivity of it!  This website has pegged it: It's called G0Y - & IF a guy goes "thru" it - then "it" is always a part of his emotional constitution.  The concept of "I use to have orgasm with other guys ... but I grew out of it..." is on par with nonsense like: "I use to have cookies with my milk ... but I grew out of it...", - as if a person no longer enjoyed cookies!  The truth is better phrased as: "I use to have orgasms with other guys, - but stopped when I feared being discovered & outcast as "gay"; -- Especially since I could now temper my sex-drive with a female (& hide behind that relationship)."      

Now this is what I can't understand: How guys a/k/a "FAGS" & maybe any guy who couples intimately with another person can blow the experience off as if it was an amusement park ride.  I read it before here & it's the primary thing that attracted me to this site: People aren't phuk'n objects.  I've never seen my buds as a mere "sex-ride".  You get naked with a dude - he's just become a member of your extended family & you'd better treat him with the respect & dignity he deserves as a man.  I see the very opposite attitude at work in the gay community & it primarily emanates outwards from the arse phuckers.  When guys begin to refer to other guys as "girl" or "bitch" -- there's a serious attitude problem.  When 300 lb phag-boy thinks his solution to finding 'true-luv' is by dressing in drag instead of hitting the gym -- there's a phuk'n problem.  Attitude shows the difference.  A guy who gets with a guy & then wants to pretend that the guy is a woman - has the wrong phuck'n attitude.  Dudes who want to finger a guy's butt - make my point.  In male/female sex - it is not unusual for foreplay to guide a man's hand to the woman's clit - a structure designed specifically for sexual stimulation.  The anus - other than being a 'hole' - has no structures designed for sex[.]  It has been suggested that the reason why shit smells disgusting is because evolution coded the nose to recognize a biohazard & avoid it.  People who disregard this natural warning signal - ultimately get & then spread disease...proven fact.  Men who finger men, - are once again trying to get a man to play the female role - as if his arse was a clit.  Disgusting disease spreading dick-heads. 

The way I see it - when the conscience of a man gets to the point where he's willing to risk his life for a fetish & then continue with behaviors that can kill others because he lives like a pig: It's time to die like a phuk'n pig.  If I walked around with an umbrella that happened to poison everyone who stood under it with me -- society would call it a crime & demand my prosecution.  But a guy can spread biological poison (disease) with his dick & when people raise the issue - some empty-heads declare it a "civil right".  The Greeks had it right: Arse phuckers should be treated like the criminals they are.  Societies that don't deal with that perversion properly suffer the penalty with the plagues spread by the perverts.  This is clearly documented.  Butt-slutting kills.  Guys that do that shit have nothing between their ears to control what's between their legs.  It seems that a guy who says he's "gay" has just said "butt-phucker", & I'd rather hang out with a rabid dog (at least a mad dog has an excuse for his behavior).  Those who insist I've believed a stereotype, - need get their dumb-arse over to the gay bookstore & ask why all the pubs predominantly promote anal-acts more than all others combined.  Gay-culture has defined itself quite clearly to the public in general.  Those who insist that I've succumbed to prejudices or stereotype had better check the message that the gay community itself is broadcasting.   I reject their culture based on their message.  This is why I'm "g0y"; -- & just as the gay culture has defined what belongs within; - So does "g0y".     

As I said - after I cock-bonded with Ronnie, there were a slew of guys who - one by one I'd end up naked in the sack with.  How did we see it amongst ourselves?  We simply took the next step into best friendship.  Lots of guys handshake, hug & sometimes wrestle.  We simply did all of those & proceeded to get naked.  Guys know when another dude is good looking.  When guys are good look'n, & men of strength, gentleness, respect & good grooming -- it's easy for the relationship w. other dudes to become one that appreciates the physical side too.  And from my experience - the only thing that would stop such deepening of friendship are the ghosts of society that condemn deep male love & intimacy on the physical level.  It's obvious to me that the arse-phuckers have blurred the issue in society's eyes.  Perverts arse phuck.  Men of conscience - don't.  Nature itself clearly shows the moral difference in the rates of STD's.  Men who exclusively prefer men - who don't butt phuck have virtually no STDs (& society is virtually oblivious to the existence of such men [g0ys]).  Men who do BF, have the highest rates of STDs. Any questions?  I've never had an STD & I've never worn a condom.  That doesn't sound like a report you'd hear from the "gAy community", does it?

It's important to make these distinctions because sex is a very powerful selling tool.  I used it to sell my buds on the fact that they were luvable guys & they didn't need to rescind their aggressive masculine nature in order to be affectionate with another guy - nor did they need to abuse another guy in order to 'feel like a man'.  We enjoyed a level of connection that averted many potential arguments & gave us a good dose of love to override initial mistakes or misunderstandings.  Many of us have families of our own today & we know that the love of the opposite gender is a different kind of love - even though it evokes similar physical responses.  Lots of foods taste really good & eating them evokes similar responses - even though they taste quite differently (yet each - good).  Too many guys who discover early on that they can enjoy other guys sexually - are fed a buffet of lies that begins with the mind job that they're some sort of "minority".  Wrong!  Kinsey proved 37% of men do get it on with other guys & over 60%.  +50% is not a minority.  It the phuck'n MAJORITY.  The "minority" assertion is a LIE, chanted like a mantra by the political left & right, - & tricks these young guys into looking into "alternative lifestyles" since they have swallowed the deception that they "no longer belong to the majority".  See the mind job going on?  

With my buddies, - we were cuddling until we came on a regular basis.  From my sophomore year on - I was dumping my nutt 5-7 times a week on average with a growing number of guys who, initially, - only had me as their link to unconditional masculine love.  Eventually, I took steps to hook these guys up with each other in the same environment of trust & respect.   We all knew to stay away from "fags".  "They" were "bad news" & even in our liberal surroundings - there was a perception that 'out homosexuals' were often interested in arse-kink (making a bitch out of a guy).  My buddies & I really found that aura disgusting & so disrespectful that we openly made it clear that we couldn't stand 'fags'.

There was a sense of maleness, respect & pride that we shared for each other.  We didn't see that kind of selfless respect from the "gay" community.  Yeah - there were "gay" guys who seemed like decentt guys - but the crowd they chose & the label they wore constantly raised the brows of people who self-identified as "straight".  This stigma will never go away because there is a section of the "gay" community that is extremely lascivious & yet, - is embraced by that community overall.  This willingness to embrace arrogant disregard & dangerous beliefs - that lead to disease/death, is a stench that the gay community would do best to divorce itself from. 

Sluts & whores are generally - bad moral traits that deserve to be shunned & rejected.  G0YS draw the line because the gAy community doesn't seem able to.  By taking this posture, we can provide a central nexus for like minded men to meet up in - without the stigmas of the gAy community following along.  Many gAys don't like what they feel is the "judgment" from the g0y movement.  We understand.  Biological pathogens don't like the movement Louis Pasteur started either!  If you're "out" in the "gAy" community, but you find yourself gravitating to the g0y philosophy - then draw the line - & make a distinction.  Come out as "g0y". But, like any epiphany - you can only have it once.  I guarantee that your "gAy" friends will have some pretty diverse reactions - & you find those other guys who are currently within the "gAy" community - but feel the same way. 

What will happen is that within a mix of "gAy" guys - the g0ys will become a distinct class - just as the leathers, queens & fems are informally labeled now.  This is what happened to me.  After school, I found myself still looking for "Mr. Right".  I got involved with a few gay scenes & met quite a few men who were certainly interested in me.  However, the problems that arose is that lots of these guys - outwardly decent seeming, - had swallowed the lie that "gAy sex = Anal".  I've cold-cocked just a few of them who really didn't believe that "no ass play" meant exactly that.  Most were unaware just how much their indiscriminate mindsets made them seem like pigs - instead of men.  That statement may be too harsh - on pigs.

Oh - and I've seen some pretty evil behavior from guys both str8 & gay.  In college, most guys considered me str8 - as I'd occasionally comment in groups (when the subject arose) that arse-phuckers made me sick.  Most guys connected "arse-phuckers" to ALL gAy guys via stereotype.  Because of the perception that I was "str8", I got to hear the inside track on lots of guys bragging about their conquests.  The amount of sex abuse that goes on is staggering.  I recall how, as a freshman, that 2 guys on my floor told me about the chick they got drunk one night until she passed out & then they tag-team-banged until late morning.  She ended up pregnant without a clue as to "who/how/where".  These 2 guys thought it was "funny".  I've heard so many accounts like this I've lost count.  People who want to pronounce M/F sex as "God's way" need to consider just what "God" condones that sort of "morality"!

On the other hand - I've seen more than a few guys incapacitated & then taken advantage of in the gay community.  A common trick is to target some young, inexperienced guy & buy him drinks until he's so trashed he can't walk.  Then some loser offers to drive him home & plows his arse in between, or worse - it's a group plot & the guy get assaulted numerous times.  I've heard guys boast about it on a number of occasions.  Consider: Do you think for an instant that a guy who incapacitates another to plow his arse will take the time to don a condom?  I wonder how many guys have ended up with deadly STD's because of this form of assault?  Once I learned to recognize this pattern - I began to step in at the last minute & rescue the mark from his fate by insisting that I was gonna drive my "cousin/nephew" or whatever - home.  This inevitably causes some altercations & I found the phrase "Let's call the cops then & let them decide" - usually calms the situation quickly.  Considering the times the guy I've taken away from such plans has become violently ill makes me wonder why we don't hear of more deaths related to booze.  You know the fags who set the guy up don't care if his life ends in a pool of vomit.  They just want their nutt liberated up a helpless arse.

Needless to say - I've made a lot of friends - men whom I've rescued from coward arse invaders.  If I could show you the misery & mess of hangovers these guys live thru - for days sometimes, after being set up;  -- You'd be outraged.  Guys who are so sick - they're crying & thanking me thru their sobs between dry heaves - as I've helped them empty their guts & maintain a sense of being cared for - even as their dignity ends up as a booze laden froth down the commode.  There is no limit to the miserable evil that men who care only about themselves - are willing to inflict on others.  I've interrupted the process.  I've picked up the debris.  Hell will be nuke-hot for a reason.

So, here's the summary: Guys love to be loved by luvable guys, & such love will never shame or humiliate another.  I never found one guy who so captured my heart that I wanted only him.  I love too many of my friends too deeply.  I have a decent sized home in a major city.  As time has passed, I've managed to contact many of the guys I've hooked up with in my lifetime & all have an open invitation to visit if they're in town.  staying here is cheaper than a hotel & much bigger!  Several of them occasionally have taken me up on the offer.  Everything we do when together is what good friends do.  Occasionally - we end up in the same bed.  Long, slow love making - face2face, heart2heart is the way to finish off a great day.  Enjoying the feel of the other dude having his climax & loving him thru it is the goal.  The difference between this, - vs. casual - emotionally detached sex is like night & day.  Last year, I had 15 of my best friends around my thanksgiving table.  There were no "tops" & no "bottoms".  Nobody cared what channel Will & Grace were on.  Nobody wanted to discuss "Boy Meets Boy". We are G0YS.  There wasn't a cold feeling or cold heart among us. 

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