Bound

I find the quality of the knots very intriguing and if I were to walk into a room and unexpectedly find a guy in this position, what I would do varies depending on what I was doing before I walked into the room, also on what the eyes of the guy tell me.

What I don't understand about this fetish is where is the sexual play in this? and I wouldn't mind finding out what that is with first hand knowledge.

Not a Regulation Bike Short

While the shoes, gloves, and bike seem to be to regulation for cyclist, those short are definitely not, but if you want to wear them, be my guest. While I will not be following your lead on selection of bike shorts, I wouldn't be that far behind, or making you catch up with me.

I'm Weird

Okay, I know someone out there it going to think I'm stupid for this, or that my reaction was asinine, or that I just need to get my shit together, but here is what I thought was weird the other night.

The situation was the Monday night poker game. There were two other guys there, one top and one bottom. We sat around for the better part of two hours, watching and making fun of "Dancing with the Stars." I subtly tried to get the night moving by stripping down to my underwear, didn't change much, then I positioned my cock poking  out of the waistband of my underwear, and started rubbing the head, still not much reaction. So finally I dropped all the subtle pretense and just ask "when are we going to get started," well that got them moving along and shortly there were three naked guys in the room. (It is nice to know that I can hang out with other guys, strip down to my underwear and play with my hard cock, and it's no big  deal.)

The part that I thought was a bit weird started when me and my buddy (the other top) were standing side by side and the bottom was on his knees taking turns on our cocks, and at times both of our cocks were in his mouth at the same time. I'm tweaking my nipples, I'm tweaking the nipples of my buddy, our cocks are side by side, rock hard, as another guy is taking them to town and down his throat. Then the weird stuff; my buddy started to nuzzle his face into the nape of my neck, and I'm standing there with my cock in a guys mouth, next to a naked guy and thinking that what he is doing is gay, while everything else is just something that guys do with one another.

So why am I in a situation with two other guys, that a year ago I would have though was full blown gay, thinking its somewhat normal and then he starts nuzzling my neck and I'm thinking "dude; stop it, that is so gay." The reason that he can nuzzle against my neck is that my head is thrown back in pleasure from the deep blow job that I'm getting from another guy. The other guy, in a few minutes, is going to be face down on the ottoman with my cock buried in his ass, and I'm thinking why the hell is my buddy acting gay?

I know that whole thing seems fucked up, how can I put myself in a situation like that and not think it's gay, but then when my buddy does what he did, and I suddenly think that his action is gay. So I don't need any judgment on this because I'm saying it's fucked up somehow, just more, putting it out there to let other guys know that not all sex with other guys is clearly defined.

Note to Self:

Note to self, get more lube, the boy wants needs lots of lube.

On a side note; no one should have an red colored icy drink prior to giving blow jobs, no one wants to see red saliva on anyone's cock during a blow job. I think I've mentioned on here the time that I first tried on a cock ring, and was getting a great blow job, till the guys molars put a slice and left a scar on my cock. It's like the joke about the tattoo on the guys cock that reads differently when he's soft, than when he's hard. The scar is virtually invisible while soft, but easily seen when hard.

Why would I pass on a deep tissue massage with an unknown guy, but then get lucky with the boy? Well not so much as lucky more like, he texted, was available  and I told him to get his ass over here. Now to clean the pubes off my desk, and get in twenty miles on my bike before the sun sets.

Exposed Biker

Poppers

I truly don't understand poppers, I've seen guys use them, I've sniffed them myself and only got a headache. Some guys use them all the time, some guys say it makes them more horny. Maybe it's just me, I have been know to smoke a pack a day for a few weeks, then suddenly say, "I've smoked enough" and not have the desire to smoke again. What ever the case I don't really like being around smokers or popper users.

Post Ride

I've been trying to decide if this is a post ride photo or a pre ride phote. The dude has his shoes on and trying to get of riding shorts while wearing shoes is a bit of a challenge. The enlarged penis suggest pre ride, cause if you ride for any length of time, your balls tend to be pushed up about your cock and the idea of blood going to your cock before other parts of your body used during a ride suggest a very light ride.

Still this is had been me on a few rides, thinking more about my cock than the ride.

Riding Team

This is the type of guys that I would like to find around my neck of the woods for a riding team.

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Was looking through some photos that I have have on my computer, and came across one of my cock. Didn't realize that it was my cock at first and my mind started to wonder, as the cock in my pants swelled a bit. It's not really incest if it's my own cock is it?

You are not Here

The image is looking at a region of space where there is little neutral hydrogen gas, thus allowing the astronomer and telescope to look out of our galaxy across time and space. Each individual point of light, while looking like a star, is an entire galaxy each containing billions of stars. This view is just a tiny view outside of our own galaxy suggesting that there are billions up billions of galaxies that each contain billions of stars.

Inside of these countless galaxies are more than countless stars, and round some of these stars are planets, some of which contain life, based on the physics that we can document and determine from our own little part of the universe. All of this suggests that the possibility of intelligent life is more probable than not somewhere out there.

So take a look at the picture and imagine yourself as near absolute insignificant in the over all scheme of things, and realize that what ever you do ultimately has no impact. Now go and do what you want to do and what you think you can do, sure failure is an option, it just doesn't mean squat. Being destructive is easy, creating something is hard, and usually worth while.

No one ever told me this was a job option

Watching some of the Ms Universe Pageant a few weeks ago, when the girls were introduced while the singer was singing on the left side of the stage. Beside the singer  were four shirtless nicely toned guys providing eye candy, and back up dancing. How come I had no idea that this could have been a career option when I was twenty. Why did my guidance Councilor never tell me that this was an option in life?

And why is it that they all seem to be twenty, and from the same gene pool? and from one female singer to the next, they could almost be brothers, though in Madonna's case there could be twenty-five years difference between their age.

We've objectified women all through society, so objectifying a few guys seems like just a start.

PS, after watching the Weird Al Special this past Saturday night, yeah, I've liked Weird Al since I first hear him on Dr Demento years ago, he had two backup dancers for this "Perform this Way" song. The two guys, while nice, normal looking guys, were not of the same caliber as the backup dancers for  female performer.

I'm glad to know that based on the parameters of the survey, I'm in the muscle bear sliver of the pie chart. I can live with that.

You can follow the link below and see where you fit into the pie chart, cause it always good to be able to classify and designate individuals into categories that are easily defined and understood by others. On second thought, forget that crap, don't follow the link, everyone is an individual and should be treated as such. The link below should be used for nothing more than harmless fun, and feel free to tweak the result to your own liking.

PS: If I lost 80 pound of weight, 6 inches in height, and 20 years of life, I would be an otter, man I like otters.



http://www.studiomoh.com/fun/census/results.php

I'm not even sure if this picture is what I think it is. Put a couple of action figures around it and would start to resemble the image below.

Things I've Never Told Anyone - Penthouse Mag

Years ago, while in grade school, I was walking home after classes were let out. walking alone, I must have been part of the cross walk guard, which delayed my leaving school, other wise I would have been with other people. I remember the day, early fall, pine needles on the street under the pine trees. The yellow brick house that always had a lot of cars parked in the driveway as well as the street. On this particular day there were few cars in front of the house, and a Penthouse Magazine laying face up on the street near the gutter.

I'm not sure if I was familiar with this type of magazine at the time, but one look inside turned me from mild manner grade school student to Gollum with his precious. Here were pictures of  people; men and women, that somehow made my groins stir. I knew instinctively that I needed to hide the magazine from the sight of others, and get to a private place where I could play with my penis while looking at the magazine.

The only reason that I've been reminded of that is because I came across the above image recently and the first thing that caught my attention is the line from the thumb to the tip of the cock. I know that it's pre-cum now, but on first reaction I thought it was a pin or a needle. The only reason that entered my mind was because the issue of Penthouse had an article about what "fun things" to do at a Christmas orgy, and one of the activities was to play pin the cock, with an illustration of a man, tied up, surrounded by several women, as they were taking turns putting pins into the guys penis. 

Do you have any idea what that does to a young man's mind? I'm still trying to figure it out myself really. Luckily I've never come across an image of pins in a penis since then, and with all the crazy shit that I have seen, it must mean that using a penis as a pin cushion at a Christmas orgy is something that probably never happened.

The only other thing I remember from the entire issue was near the beginning, A cock, semi hard, had a pencil lead sticking out of the tip, and a woman's hand was positioned around the shaft to make it look like a writing instrument, dis-embodied from the rest of the man. I have no idea why my brain would retain that image after all these years, but its there, 

It's not what it seems, it's Yoga

I've mentioned on here back in May of my experiment at a young age to see if I could bend my body into a position that would put my cock into my mouth. Change this scene a bit, me on the floor, but in the same position, and the person walking in being my sister, and she just opening my bedroom door without knocking, and this is what you get. Scarred for fucking life.

Swallowing my Own Semen

The comment the other day from Hornyfather about driving and jacking and cleaning up after yourself got me thinking about swallowing my own semen. Several weeks ago I did just that for the first time. Not like before, where I had it in the palm of my hand and felt like I was a kid being force to eat a vegetable that I just knew that I wouldn't like. The more recent tasting was to find the subtleties of my cum, with flavor, texture and aftertaste. The results after several tastings is that what you put into your body has a big influence on the taste. A little research tells me that beer drinkers are going to have the best tasting semen. Mine on the other hand tends to taste like the supplements that I use while riding, as I tend to jack off more after a long ride. Maybe it's my own experience or my experience tainted by "Bull Durham" but the sexual release of semen prior to an athletic event saps my energy for the event.

While doing a bit of online research for std's transmission through ingestion of semen from a guy, it's easy to develop a sense of paranoia. It's almost got me to the point where I'm going seal myself in a sterile environment and tell all you fuckers to leave me the fuck alone. There are so many std's out there, that if you only worry about the one or two big ones; Hep, and HIV, then your missing out on all the small ones. The ones that give you a rash for a day or so, the ones that give you the symptoms of a cold and go away on their own.

Why isn't there an std that gives you something positive, like x-ray vision, or the ability to read minds? No, they all do damage to your cells in one way or another. If it wasn't for the fact that humans have been fucking anything and everything since the dawn of time, and we're still here, I would consider giving up all sexual contact with other humans, but we're pretty resilient.

It wouldn't surprise me to find out that I may have had sexual contact with a guy, that was with a guy, that was with a guy, that was with a girl, that was with a guy, who one night while alone and horny in the sheep barn as a teenager had a novel idea instead of just simply jacking off. To be less subtle; he takes his teenage rock hard cock and shoves it into the ass end of the sheep till his seed erupts from his cock into the ass of the now traumatized sheep.

Saturday Biking

If everyone got out and biked, you would see people like this, and if you do it long enough you might become more like this. I know I have.