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Well, I'd think of anything that can transmit sexually transmitted diseases as sex. Getting or giving a blowjob certainly qualifies, since it can spread gonorrhea, HPV, syphilis, and herpes. I would not consider kissing and/or mutual jack-off as sex, though it's certainly intimate. Of course, people can always play mind games to deny their sexual orientation. If you fantasize about men when jacking off, having sex with either gender, or even just with wet dreams, you're gay even if you never had sex a single time.

I pulled my not too small body up onto the base of the bed and found my nose nuzzled against her smelly fishnet clad toes. Just as I was about to reach up to stroke her big fat ass, she moved up from Rex's ass with a triumphant cry. "Do him, honey!! Do him good and hard with that old French fuck wand!" Carol moved around Rex's lifted leg and pulled her chubby body alongside his pulsating form as Eric finally unhooked himself from Rex's bursting ripe manhood. Carol lying playfully on Rex's well shaped fuzzy chest grabbed Rex's copiously dripping uncut glory and began to work it forcefully with her manly hand. Eric knelt low and worked the toy deep inside an ecstatic Rex who was at the point of almost shooting his massive load. One of Rex's sculpted bare feet now rested on Eric's back and the other lay on the duvet cover near me. The scent of Rex's musky bare foot made me want to taste it...lick it...worship it. His slender toes wiggled with delight as Carol and Eric pleasured him above in these new and exciting ways. The toy buzzed deep within Rex's ass cavern and sent him into a new chorus of vocalizations. "Ohhhh.....wow.......mmmmmmm......love the bumps......OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!" My tongue moved close to Rex's big toe...nearly tasting the pink, soft flesh. Suddenly, Rex pulled his foot away as his whole body jerked and heaved in near orgasmic bliss. Carol now was biting and suckling one of Rex's tight pink nipples and Rex's head rolled from side-to-side as he moaned deeply from within. The toy buzzed and Eric moved down and began to nuzzle and lap at Rex's incredibly tight ball sack...over filled and just about erupt! Carol's meaty man hand worked the foreskin up and over again and again and again...Rex's now bright purple-red cock knob oozed and dribbled...Carol pumped on! "Ohhhhh.....OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Rex nearly screamed as white cum shot up in several strong bursts from his flesh rod. Carol squeezed his cock tightly and milked it dry as more creamy white man-juice poured down all over her hand. I rose up and walked away. My legs were shaking and my head throbbing. I made my way down to the living room as I heard the sounds of Carol and Eric dressing above me. I was shocked...I thought they would have orgasms as well....but maybe not. I sat in the large chair in the corner where Rex's discarded close lay in a heap. Carol and Eric marched down the steps and came over to me; they were dressed and ready to leave. "No orgasm for you two?" I queried. "Oh, no....never on our first meeting! Only the submissive gets to cum. Rexy pooh will call us when he wants to visit us for more fun...and guess what you old rag-bag?...we have a swing and I have a strap-on dildo! Just imagine that....you old voyeur! You'll have to imagine it...because you, honey, are not invited!" Carol snapped. After rude manly Carol and her strange husband left, I moved back to the upstairs and picked up Rex's discarded pattern socks. The blue argyle print was old and worn. The fabric was soft and I held one to my nose...Rex's sweet manly scent permeated the toe and arch area. I lowered it down and worked it inside my underwear thru my now open fly. I rubbed my cock back and forth with Rex's worn sock...the sensations flooded through me as I reached a full blown conclusion- all over the sock. Rex tottered in from the bathroom and dropped to his bed. He was still nude and so inviting as I tried to cover up my jerking off with his sock! He opened his eyes dreamily and looked over at me in the corner. "You can say I'm nuts for what just happened...but Lenny, I had fun...and it was a lot of new fun...I have to admit!" Rex said smiling sweetly up at me. "I know....I realise based on what Carol said downstairs just now that you will play...without me...and that's ok...you must live your life...and just...fill me in...for my own voyeuristic jollies !" I added with a grin and moved to stand over him. "Carol said to call her for another meeting...and I am very keen to do it...I'd love to see what else those two can get up to!! Oh, I must add that a few other opportunities are looking good as well...but they are without you physically being there...but I will share all the juicy details over coffee the mornings after...I promise!" Rex said reaching up and rubbing my arm. "The photos will be emailed to me from today...you can add them to your collection of me...for fun!" Rex giggled, causing his golden body to titter pleasantly before me. "I am on coffee duty. I want to know what you enjoyed today...each and every sensation...meet me in your kitchen in five minutes...don't be late...and stay naked!" I added with a knowing wink. Rex was growing...growing away from me. I was too old to think about confining this horny stud to a "relationship"...he was a true player....not a husband...a purely sexual guy who loved sex with both men and women. A man who wanted to taste it all....all the flavours! I must just enjoy being the voyeur on the outside looking in...I shall always be Rex's biggest fan! Oh, by the way, I took both his whiffy socks from that day. I never washed them...I keep them-one stained with my cum. And they remind me of my Rex, your Rex...the world’s Rex! More to cum!!!! Rex has so many sexy times to come...and I mean CUM! Keep reading and commentingXX DJ

It looks as though that may already have happened. He was married for over 1 year (since divorced) to Jeff Leatham, 17 years his senior. There are certainly a number of TV roles for super-hot men in their 20s, often to play teen-agers, that dry up as the actors get older. I don't think that most of the stars from Teen Wolf are still getting a lot of roles, even those who are straight or closeted.

This is a long one so pour a cup of coffee or whatever... I've really enjoyed reading Marilu Henner's book "Total Memory Makeover"... I'm going to share with you some of the memories rediscovered and others that I've fine tuned from the exercises she provides... I'll start by saying... I've written something a bit longer than usual this week so pardon my indulgence... and also memories like everything else in life you have to be able to embrace the bitter and the sweet... I'll be honest with you... I've sugar coated almost everything my entire life and in some instances it was a mistake but I've learned in my reminiscing that sometimes it's as necessary as facing the truth naked in front of a mirror with the morning sun blasting through the window... all these memories have brought back so many images of people and events and I'm no more clear about some of them than before but I've figured out quite a bit about myself and about many of the people who were or are still involved in my life and where I want to go with all of this in the future... I can't urge you enough to try this with your bank of life memories... Because you can use your past as a blueprint for the future... there is no successful business or sports team in the world that does not keep detailed records of past victories and losses to use them as tools for future success... for me this has been a great tool to learn from some of my mistakes (and other peoples mistakes too)... but it's reawakened a voice and some forgotten dreams as well. I'm not sharing the very personal situations and what was discovered examining those here... merely the paths I once walked and recently revisited to find some of the answers I've been looking for. I really just started becoming a person with a voice and some ideas and ideals worth believing in during The 60's... here is a fast rundown on the events that have stayed with me... The books I remember most vividly reading... The Silent Spring The Games People Play Valley of the Dolls In Cold Blood The Feminine Mystique Unsafe At Any Speed Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test These are the events that sick out most in my mind for some reason... 1961 - The Peace Corps created by newly elected President Kennedy... I almost joined after college but got caught up with something else... 1963 - Martin Luther King delivers his "I Have A Dream" speech and it was discussed in depth at school and at our dinner table the next day... 1963 - President Kennedy is assassinated in Dallas, Texas... during class and in the hallways and when we were released from school that day almost everyone I encountered was crying or had been crying... I learned an early life lesson here about how people react to a tragedies... and their stand on issues such as race and segregation. 1964 - The Beatles were on the Ed Sullivan Show... I remember watching this like it was last night... Around this time television in our house went from B&W to color and the shows started dealing with the issues important to the era... Marlo Thomas played the first single career woman since "Our Miss Brooks" and Diane Carroll played a single mom raising her son while Merv Griffin brought the most thought provoking people from the current political arena, athletes and the arts and entertainment industries into everyone's living room five days a week... From the late 60's and well into the seventies I watched Hawaii 5-O on Sunday night and from the second I heard the iconic theme it marked the end of the weekend and time to start thinking about a new week. There were only about four or five television stations in those days and surprisingly there seemed to be more and better programing than now... . The events that transpired in late 60's into the 70's the the feelings I have from them are still fresh for me from the killing of King and Kennedy and the horror of Kent State It seemed like the whole world changed in terms or class and racial and political protests that culminated in 1969 with walking on the moon and a new generation with a voice... I remember looking up at the moon while it was being broadcast on television and feeling like I was living in a time that was part a miracle... and wondered what Neil Armstrong was thinking at that exact second. The war in Vietnam marks most of my memory of the 60's as it was the first thing I took a stand for if you don't count a few scathing and somewhat emotional reports I wrote in school on the holocaust, the internment of Japanese-Americans during WW2 and finally "The Lunatic Joseph McCarthy" (that was the actual title of the paper) ... (ironically the only spot on my record at the time was an arrest from being part of a peaceful demonstration sit-in at the UC Berkley campus in the early 70's) Somewhere in all of this the Hells Angels scared the crap out of most people in LA and fast food restaurants started popping up everywhere and credit cards started becoming very popular! I remember routine air raid and earth quake drills in school. Divorce rates seemed to sky rocket in the late 60's for some reason... I remember thinking at the time there were people who should never have gotten divorced and did and a few who should have and did not. I faced some major turning points in my life that summer but in August 1969 --- Los Angeles went into shock with with the brutal murders of Sharon Tate and four others ... I did not hear about the murders until I got to Honolulu the next day... but I remember thinking that all this happened in the city I was sleeping in that night before ... (I had just seen her a week or two before buying baby clothes in Beverly Hills) I remember feeling sick when the details were subsequently reported on the news... and then with the murders of Leno and Rosemary LaBianca reported everyone in LA was on edge and for months no one talked about anything else speculating about The Hells Angles or drug dealers or black militants... until Manson's arrest... then suddenly no one felt safe anymore; paranoia and fear were incorporated into the lives and attitudes of almost everyone in the area who most had previously been living fairly easy and relatively carefree lives... It was the first time we took care to lock our doors at night... soon we had a gate, then a guard dog and then an alarm... were we safe yet?... many thought so until the Hillside Strangler slithered into the area a little later in the 70's The Movies that really stick out to me are ... A Man And A Woman That Man From Rio (I've had a crush on John Paul Belmondo my entire life) The Birds Gypsy Charade Caprice The Glass Bottom Boat Inside Daisy Clover Valley Of The Dolls Barefoot In The Park Bonny And Clyde Guess Who's Coming To Dinner? The Group The April Fools Midnight Cowboy Funny Girl Hello Dolly The Graduate Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid Easy Rider (the ending still haunts me) The music seemed to go from wholesomeness of the 50's to a more raw and thought provoking genre and a newer cooler vibe (or so we thought)... I still love listening to The Beach Boys! As far as fashion goes it became un-boring. There were bright colors and bold patterns. And heaven forbid the polyester pant suit and the Nehru jacket. My personal favorite fashion memory was my black turtleneck sweater... It was very avant-garde and raised more than a few eyebrows; black was not chic then. but rather racy and bohemian... This was the period I started really becoming interested in the theatre and the arts... the decade started with Toys In The Attic and A Raisin In The Sun and Gypsy with Ethel Merman and The Sound Of Music and Once Upon A Mattress (I saw it with Carol Burnett and Tina Louise) and later Brenda Vaccaro in Cactus Flower and Jerry Orbach in Promises, Promises... and there was a new day dawning on "The Great White Way" in 1969... I shall never forget seeing Hair. My brother and I were in Italy briefly during the riots, fighting and bombings in 1969 and I remember us watching from the hotel window with the naive idealism thinking this was isolated and hoping against hope something like this would never happen again... but in the morning learning of all the injured and dead we knew it was probably just the beginning... I was in Italy several times in the coming years during some of the many general strikes but most were harmless and it became just one of the many subtle nuances and charms of visiting Italy during that era... but I started being more mindful and got into the habit of registering with the Embassy offices when I was traveling (I still do) ... I got invited to a few swell parties from doing so... I suspect protocol has changed because I have not been invited to an Embassy shin-dig since the 80's. The 70's were just swell for me ... I was going to college and then I stated working... and evolving... and the only job I could get with a college degree at the time was as a flight attendant with Pan Am. The thing that I remember vividly is having a lot of sex and getting high and there seemed to be no harsh consequences in fast living... No one had even heard of AIDS yet... So in no particular order... Entertainment... I spent quite a bit of time at Elstree Studios near London up until about 1976 so those memories might deserve an entire segment of their own but the most notable memories for me are the filming of The Boy Friend, Julia, Valentio, Superman... Murder on The Orient Express and The Greek Tycoon... Some of the other entertaining features of the decade that stick out in my mind are... Mia Farrow being on the first cover of People Magazine promoting The Great Gatsby... OK I have to confess I don't always love the critically acclaimed and award winning movies the best... some of them include... The Summer Of 42, Love Story. The Way We Were, 11 Harrowhouse, Shampoo, The Godfather, What's Up Doc?, The That's Entertainment movies, Lady Sings The Blues, The Turning Point and I became a big fan of Francois Truffaut during the 70's and liked Small Change and Day For Night best. I have a lot of memories tied up with the filming and post production relating to the movies Grease... Jaws... and a couple of the Airport sequel movies. (I did a number of small and bit parts in film and television in the 70's) too much to list here but I remember telling someone once on the set of a really... really bad Irwin Allen disaster movie (worse than Lipstick with Margaux Hemingway... I'm not kidding)..."I'm not turning down Shakespeare In The Park to do schlock... I'm taking the best things being offered!"... I could write a book about the parts I auditioned for and did not get... but I ended up working quite a bit and meeting some really fun and interesting people... But then much like now I made most of my living doing back up vocals for established artists and singing snappy jingles on television commercials. There had never been anything like A Chorus Line on Broadway and starting in 1975... it became the hottest ticket in town for a long, long time! Theoni Aldridge who did the costumes and who also won an academy award for her costuming in The Great Gatsby understood probably better than anyone before or since what costuming a show was about... (I had one of the mens finale costumes on once... when I went in for a fitting for something else)... But the decade started with Blythe Danner winning best supporting actress for drama in Butterflies Are Free, and Lauren Bacall winning best actress in a musical for Applause. During the 70's I loved Company, Grease and Follies, The Prisoner Of Second Avenue, A Little Night Music, Pippin, Chapter Two and developed a deep admiration and respect for Colleen Dewhurst in A Moon For The Misbegotten and Madeline Kahn in Boom Boom Room and later Bernadette Peters in Mack And Mable finally the decade went out with such shows as Sweeney Todd, They're Playing Our Song, On Golden Pond and The Elephant Man... ((sigh) I wish there were as many wonderful choices and talented people working in theatre today... In television Saturday Night Live debuts... it became cool to stay home on Saturday night and get high and order Dominos pizza... eventually in the 80's I learned to make a better pizza. The MTM enterprises were formed including The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Rhoda, Phyllis, The Bob Newhart show and probably my favorite show of all time Hill Street Blues... (I rode with the Hill Street cast in one of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parades... we had a blast and I was told by people watching at home it showed... wish I had it on tape) ABC Monday Night Football and ABC Wide World Of Sports... and Battle Of The Network Stars... ABC Movie Of The Week... made for television movies (that were really good) The four that really stand out for me are The Affair with Natalie Wood and Robert Wagner and Brief Encounter with Sophia Loren and Richard Burton and The Sex Symbol with Connie Stevens and Shelly Winters and Say Goodbye Maggie Cole with Susan Hayward, Michael Constantine and me. And can't forget the ABC after school specials... I remember Go Ask Alice best... (Don't ask why) Charlie's Angles--- and Farrah Fawcett became a cultural icon of the decade for many "The Swimsuit Poster" hit the market and sealed here face and nipples in history and in the minds of many adolescent boys forever. M*A*S*H... the movie appealed to me more but I have subsequently seen all the sitcom episodes on television reruns. Masterpiece Theatre on PBS... most memorable to me was "Upstairs Downstairs" series on Sunday night... if you missed it (I rarely did)... they did a rerun on Tuesday night) Cable TV is introduced and HBO shows movies and programing without commercials (gratuitous nudity and fairly graphic sex and violence hit home television for the first time) Fashion I wore a lot of Adidas short shorts and tennis shoes during the 70's.... Ray-Ban mirrored aviator sunglasses and a baseball cap (I still work that look) I remember having really big hair especially in high humidity. I also owned bell bottom jeans and clogs and Famolare wave shoes and had Nik Nik shirts and it was around this time I started going commando most of the time. I wore a POW/MIA bracelet even after the war ended (eventually I mailed it to the family when it became clear he was not coming home from Vietnam many years later) I think my brother was the first person alive to own a pair of Birkenstock's (and I'm pretty sure he bought them at a health food store) And then came Calvin Klein jeans...(who knew jeans could cost so much? All the cool kids I knew removed the Calvin Klein label after a few washes so only the dark patch where the label used to be was visible)... I've never been a label queen. Books When I was in grad school and extremely busy either studying or working in the 70's so I did not read much unless it had to do with my thesis or was a script or sheet music... The only two things that spring to mind are The Other Side Of Midnight by Sidney Sheldon (it was unputdownable I read it cover to cover on a flight from NY to LA and LA to Honolulu)... ...and the Joy Of Sex... I remember in my mind thinking the drawings of the people all looked like Charles Manson and Squeaky Fromme having sex at every possible angle... my eyes are still burned with those images... As the foundations for gender equality were being built... I think perhaps the debut of Ms. magazine in December of 1971 gave many woman a voice they had never had in the media before and it helped shaped the focus and strength of the woman's rights movement ... and for others Playgirl magazine hit the news stand in January of 1973. The Events I remember best are I attended the winter Olympic games in Japan The Kent State shootings Watergate The end of the Vietnam War Cigarette Ads were banned from television (Veronica Hamill was in the last one for Virginia Slims during the Johnny Carson Show just before midnight on 1 January 1971 ...) The Israeli athletes killed at the Olympics in Munich... (I left almost immediately) The first oil crisis where you had to wait on line for gas and suddenly you could not fill your tank, get a coke and a pack of cigarettes and still get change from a ten dollar bill. Abortion becomes legal Mikhail Baryshnikav defects from the Soviet Union The Billie Jean King vs. Bobby Riggs tennis match. Patty Hearst is kidnapped Spider Sabich is killed by Claudine Longet Elvis Dies (a dear family friend died the same day and I have more vivid memories of her and the events that followed... as I was not really an Elvis fan) Jimmy Hoffa disappears The Alaska pipeline The Bicentennial in the US and almost in the same breath when NYC asked for a government bailout. There is so much more to it but people started to really care about being physically fit and healthy... at least I did and the people I knew...I was based in Honolulu with Pan Am and my friends and I all ran in the Honolulu Marathon in 1974... in addition it was around the time that I made a promise and commitment to myself to never discuss my feelings about politics or religion with business associates or colleagues... I still don't... and rarely with friends and family. The 80's were such a mixed bag in my life and memory... and while it started with so many wonderful experiences and opportunities it subsequently became scarred with death, loss and regrets ... It seemed to me at the time the world was heading in a direction that was becoming increasingly difficult to navigate or even tread water sometimes... at least for me it was. I've talked to other people who said it was the best decade of their life...so everyones lives run at different rhythms and cycles... but I think we are still bound by certain common beliefs and individual differences. I was somewhat disillusioned with my little career, and finally made the commitment to finish grad school... the news the decade for me seemed to start off with the death of Gower Champion--- I still think about him when I past The Winter Garden Theatre.. and later John Lennon ... the day and my memories of it still run high when I walk by Yoko Ono's memorial for him in Central Park or The Dakota not far away... I met Bjorn Borg at Wimbeldon, he was very handsome and charming to my best friend and I... I don't think she ever got over meeting him... or eating strawberries and cream with him... The same friend and I had a blast at the Olympics in LA where I worked as. Lifeguard for the water events and had passes for the entire event... a few years before I went to the Lake Placid Events with another friend and her brother... I was becoming addicted to going to the Olympic games... I was not to attend again until the Lillehammer games in 1994 when I went back working briefly with ABC Sports covering the events. I was in London by coincidence during the wedding of Prince Charles and Lady Diana... What a mob... the most vivid memory I have of that trip is getting the worst haircut of my life at Vidal Sassoon (who ever thought that rat tail thing was OK? and dyed purple to boot... I cut it off when I finally got home that night ) Later that year Natalie Wood died and about a year later Princess Grace died.. it seemed ironic at the time because I was standing in the exact same place when I heard the news about both of them (the elevator lobby at the I.Magnin in Beverly Hills)... A couple of serious life events in tandem forced me to take a time out for a couple of years and try to put the all the pieces of my life back together again... but unlike Humpty Dumpty I went back to Hawaii and started to sort things out there to make a new game plan... So... I got back in the game in 1986... I remember driving and bursting into tears when I heard on the radio that the space shuttle had exploded (As a rule I don't cry that easily)... the Chernobyl disaster seemed to parallel the tempest in the tea cup of how my life appeared to me or at least the reflection of it in the mirror or the reruns that ran through my mind as I tried to find sleep and some form of peace and escape from demons real and imagined as I walked a tight rope over my emotions and memories from the events in my personal life over the past few years. Somewhere around here so many of my friends started dying of Aids and I started my lifelong (hate is really too strong of a word) indifference toward Madonna... I never really had the Judy gene either...(but Liza used to live in the same building as a good friend and I met and chatted with her on the elevator and in the lobby a few times... she was tres charmant)... it was around this time Jane Fonda picked up the fitness craze and everyone stated getting in shape even if it was just between doing lines of coke and shots of Stoli. I remember that a lot of people were watching Dallas on television, (I never saw the show) I still have no idea who shot JR! I was watching another early reality show called Dynasty... I had a friend who was on the show briefly. The only thing I really watched with any sort of real regularity was Magnum P.I. and Kate And Allie, Murphy Brown and The Days And Nights Of Molly Dodd... thanks to being able to video tape your favorite programs for the first time... I was able to tune into what I or my friends were involved in... here is a fun fact you might enjoy... I was on Fame twice... but not actually as part of the cast and action... I was on the television being broadcast within the scene both times (I was hoping for a third... but c'est la vie!) I have very broad shoulders and the big shoulder pads in the clothes during the 80's made me look like a cartoon. Much like the 60's I started it with a crew cut but this time you added mousse and gel and spray so that it felt like plastic instead of human hair and I ended the decade with a shoulder length ponytail. During the 70's and again briefly in the 80's (Pan Am was good about giving leave of absences) I was involved in four different shows on and off b-way and one national tour so I did not get a chance to see as much theatre as I would have liked but I did manage see Chess in London and loved it. In between my own curtain calls or making rounds and auditioning I did manage see Song And Dance, Phantom of the Opera, m Butterfly and Les Miz... and oops almost... forgot I also saw Extremities and Night Mother when I was cheered up enough from other issues to venture out again... When life started to return to some semblance of normalcy the bombing of Pan Am Flt 103 pulled the carpet out from under me again... I lost a very dear friend in the disaster. ... prior to this and almost immediately after I was a passenger involved with two other airline mishaps and the sum total of the emotional roller coaster I was riding really took it's toll on me so ... I decided to leave Pan Am worked on trying recover from grief, loss and confusion ... and once again trying to map out and execute a tentative plan for the future... I went to visit friends in The US Virgin Islands just in time to get swept up in Hurricane Hugo in September of 89 and after I got dried off from that adventure; not quite a month later I went to San Francisco for a few days of R&R before going to work on a new project in LA only to get caught in an earthquake and stranded there for a few extra days ... when the dust started to settle from everything I felt some sense of relief that the 80's were ending and took the fall of The Berlin Wall as a positive omen for the future... In the 90's I finally had to face the fact that I was not getting any younger and I needed to settle down and grow up.. well at least settle down a little... I decided to spread my wings again and tried interacting with new people, places, things and career choices... I had a friend who had walked down 60 flights of stairs when the World Trade Center was bombed in 1993 and lost his life when the twin towers crumbled less that a decade later... I still had a strong sense of Olympic pride and went to Atlanta the next year with another friend and like before we left almost immediately after the bombing .... at the dawn of a new century I met the love of my life and he became a symbol of hope and belonging again and we started working to build our life on a solid foundation... for some reason around this time I lost the taste for scotch and subsequently quit smoking and with renewed vim and vigor and with the money saved we refurnished our apartment... I was in NYC the morning of 11 September 2001... and to be honest with you I don't think I have been the same since... not worse but not better... just changed... because it seems that from the time that passed since I watched the riots in Italy from a hotel window... and being overcome by horror at two Olympic events and the nightmares I had following the Pan Am bombing to watching the media images of political and religious violence in the form of bombings, assassinations and street warfare between rival militant factions... we seem now live in a world where terrorism is part of all of our lives every day... sometimes it touches us and sometimes it is far away but our souls are still permanently stained from all of it... and despite as far as we have come with so many important issues... we still live in a world of intolerance and prejudice and division ... and I'm so sad that this is the common thread woven into the fabric of the world through all of the years that I witnessed progress, change and growth and for some reason no one seems any closer to figuring out a way to forge new frontiers and tear down the real walls that divide us and take the initiative to propose an idea for programs that will build a new improved and better world without all the senseless violence we are starting to take for granted. This is not the world I envisioned I would be a part of the on the night so long ago when I looked up at the two men on the moon. Hopefully someday soon the clouds will part and in the dawn of a new day we can face the world we live in with hope and optimism again. Why is it so difficult to take the things that we have in common and make them work with instead of against our individual differences? According to Don McLean the lyrics "The Day The Music Died" in his song "American Pie" were originally inspired by the death of Buddy Holly when Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper were killed in a plane crash after a concert. McLean wrote the song from his memories of the event... Many have tried to argue that it meant the death of President Kennedy and others have since attributed it to other monumental events... but for me it will be when the world has to accept terrorism, war, violence and death as a part of everyday life and we don't have the voice to bring the necessary actions for changes to end it.

Date: Sun, 8 May 2016 22:55:56 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: WATCHING This is a true story, though some details are different, including names. This story is for adult men and if you are under the age of 18 or do not wish to read a story detailing sex between men, don't read it. If you have, comments send them to [email protected]. If you enjoy this story, consider giving a donation to Nifty! ==================== WATCHING by Jason Brave ==================== Aaron and I had a pretty normal relationship. We'd lived together for almost a year and things were looking up as he was finishing medical school and I was finally experiencing success in banking. We both had our jobs and afterwards we'd meet up at the gym and work on our bodies. Our evenings were filled with a dinner we cooked together, an episode or two of primetime television, and maybe once a week we'd have pretty standard sex. In all of my previous relationships, I found myself in the top bunk, but Aaron had only let me take a gander at it three times, leaving me on my back during our weekly appointment more often than not. The sex wasn't bad, as Aaron's mild-size penis hardly caused pain and he reached his climax into a condom in about six minutes every time. After a quick kiss, he'd hop up and into the next room to take a warm shower, even when I hadn't quite finished. All too often, I'd lay back and bring myself to climax thinking of plowing into his ass... or even watching a bit of porn to help the juices flow. Before long, I'd be shooting ropes of cum onto my chest, pounding my seven inch cock with passion. I'd lay back, all messy and wet, taking in the afterglow of the orgasm. "You wanna go shoot some hoops?" Aaron asked me one Saturday morning over breakfast. "I was planning on meeting up with one of my buddies from school in about an hour. You should come." It was nice out, so I figured there wasn't anything better to be doing. We arrived at the park and found it empty, but began bouncing the ball back and forth. "Who is this guy?" I asked, harmlessly. Neither of us was the jealous kind, and we often pointed out guys we found attractive to one another. "He's kinda quiet... but really nice," Aarons said, before adding "and he's normal." Catching the ball, I held it for a moment, asking "Cute?" Aaron paused. "Yeah, I mean, he's straight- very straight. But he's taller than I am and pretty built, too." I smiled, tossing the ball toward the hoop. "Somebody's got a crush." "Oh, please," Aaron said with a chuckle, "he knows I'm practically married to you and thinks it's cool to have a gay bro. Or two." I detected Aaron slightly blushing and continued to egg him on. "Ah, I see. Somebody wants a three-way." It wasn't an option, though. In our relationship, we'd already determined there would be nothing open about it and no interactions with others. I was fine with that and for all I could, Aaron was as well. Aaron flashed his million-dollar smile at me, his piercing green eyes flashing mischeviously. "Nope, I'm keeping your ass all to myself." I watched him in satisfaction as he ran to pick up the basketball that had rolled into the corner, then turned when a jeep pulled into the park. Maybe this was "him." This guy had been undersold. As his frame exited the jeep, I gawked at him without shame. He stood at 6'4, with a tan complexion and super-hero jawline that seemed to have a permanent 5'o'clock shadow. His light brown hair was a few shades lighter than Aaron's. He wore sunglasses, a grey tank-top, and blue gym shorts. Tufts of brown hair peeked out from under his shirt. He was more muscular than Aaron as well, with a barrel chest and arms that had clearly been lifting weights. As he walked toward the basketball court, everything about his swagger told me this guy was a straight stud. When he approached, he took the sunglasses off and I was met with chocolately brown eyes- maybe the sexiest thing about him. "Hey hey, how's it going Aaron!" he said in a deep voice with a hint of southern drawl. Aaron shifted the ball to his side and hugged the man. "Jack, good to see you," he said as they embraced. Both of them looked toward me. "And this is the old ball and chain," Aaron said with a chuckle. Jack smiled at me, extending his hand. I wished I could venture the hug my boyfriend had, as this guy was built to perfection. I shook his hand, unexpectedly noticing how soft but firm it was. We played around for about an hour before Aaron commented he was hungry. Before long, we were at a diner down the street from our apartment, ordering up a quick snack. "So, Jack," I began, casting nerves aside, "do you have a lucky lady?" Wow, that sounded cheesy. "No," he answered, "I guess she just hasn't come along yet. I stay pretty busy with medical school, you know." Aaron stood, going to the counter to pick up our food. "I mean, it isn't easy to meet someone," Jack continued, "I mean, there's those apps and stuff, but it's just people looking for sex, you know?" "Sex can be fun," I said, raising my eyebrows. "I mean, hook-up, see what happens..." "I've never done that," he mused with a grimace. "Hook-up?" I asked. "No, sex." There was a silence. I don't think my face conveyed the shock I was feeling as this man who was quite possibly the best looking thing I'd seen confessed his virginity to me. "It's just... hasn't happened." "Burgers!" Aaron said, crashing the interesting conversation I had found myself in. As we ate, the two began talking about people from their classes and medical stuff. I kept crossing eyes with Jack, thinking he must not be telling the truth. There was no way. As we began to wrap up the meal, Aaron said he'd meet me back at home and that he had a quick errand. As he left, I continued chatting with Jack. "You work out," I said, stating the obvious. "Yeah, looks like you guys do, too." He downed the rest of his water bottle and then added, "we should work out sometime. I mean, all three of us. Or just you." I nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, well, I gotta get out of here. But man, I need to piss. I'll have to catch up with you guys soon." With that, he stood and made his way to the restroom at the back of the diner. This was too much. Knowing this place, I knew they had one of the most awkward restrooms ever, which Aaron frequently complained about. It was a porcelain trough urinal that laid everything bare to those standing next to you, with a stall in the opposite corner of the room. If I walked in right now and Jack was standing there taking his piss, I'd likely see him in all his glory. It seemed both creepy and harmless, but I stood and slowly made my way toward the restroom. I pushed the door open. His head turned toward me, smiling. "Hey buddy," he said, eyes focusing on me. I kept my eyes on his, only catching a glimpse of a fleshy piece of meat from my periphiral vision. He seemed to shake it twice and then tucked it away. I'd missed my chance to view his prize cock. He made his way to the sink, which was by the door. I took the spot he'd held at the trough and fished out my own dick. As I began to let my stream flow, I was struck with guilt and realized how surreal but also dishonest the situation was. Behind me, I heard the paper towel despenser squealing as Jack wrangled one from its confines. He turned and was beside me, drying his hands, throwing the paper into the trashcan beside the urinal. My eyes were fixed straight forward in shame as he spoke. "Huh," he said, "I guess all gays shave their junk." The words didn't sink in before he added "see you around!" and exited. I was lost. What had that meant? Was he referring to Aaron? Was this hint that... something... No. I put my hardening dick away and headed home. I wished so many things could have happened that could have never happened because Jack was straight and I was in love with Aaron. The sex that night was better than usual. And when I closed my eyes, I pretended Aaron was Jack. For the next two months, Jack joined us in working out after their classes. I became more comfortable around him, but also couldn't shake the intense attraction I felt. He really was straight and I really was having a hard time accepting that. Watching him lifting and working out wasn't doing anything to help my situation. But our workout routine became the highlight of my day. One weekend, Aaron had to go to a conference out-of-state. I continued working out with Jack that weekend and decided to be a little bold. "So, how many gay guy's penises have you seen to know that we all shave?" I asked between reps. "Huh?" he said, grunting as he lifted. "Oh. Just the two. Yours and Aaron's." It was so casual to him. "When did you see Aaron's penis?" I said, my voice barely rising. Jack set the weight back into its place and sat up. "Calm down, loverboy. You see all kind of stuff in medical school. It's not like I wanted to see it." He seemed annoyed. "It's not a big deal," I muttered. "Yeah, I noticed that about him," Jack replied, dryly. "But I'm still not sure which of you is the woman..." "Excuse me?" I said, jabbing him in the arm. "We're both dudes." "Yeah, but I guess I figure if the goal is to feel something, you'd be the one poking it into him." I liked the thought of this sexy man thinking I was the top, so I just laughed and nodded. The gym was quiet, and as we moved to the locker room, I turned to him and asked "so you don't shave your pubes... or even trim?" He lifted his shirt and tugged at his shorts, revealing the base of a thick cock and a forest of light brown pubic hair. "Nope." I felt something stir, but maintained myself. "Maybe that's why you can't get girls after it. You need to trim that up, man." "Yeah, whatever," he said, moving toward the lockers. "I'm hopping into the showers." And without any warning, he shucked off his shirt and shorts, revealing a massive cock and huge dangling balls. Honestly, I'm not a size queen. I've always been the more endowed one in every relationship I've been in. But his soft swinging sausage was unexpectedly thick and looked... amazing. And, unlike before, I didn't bother to hide the fact that I was staring at my boyfriend's straight friend's penis. He stepped into the showers, water turning on. Like the diner, these showers left nowhere to hide. I usually didn't shower at the gym, instead waiting until I got home, but today I decided I would. As I joined Jack, he turned to face me. "I guess we're all even now," he said. "I showed you mine, you showed me yours." I stood for a second, again my eyes locked on his meat. "That's big," I said, plainly. "Yeah," he commented, "but so are you. And getting bigger by the second." I looked down. It was true. I was slowly getting hard. "Sorry," I muttered, turning around. For another minute, not a word was said. I remained hard in the shower, trying to calm myself down. I felt embarrassed and guilty all at the same time. I decided to break the ice and turned back around. His cock seemed barely larger than it had before, but perhaps my eyes were just feasting upon his endowment. "You know," I said, "maybe you're a virgin because your cock is so huge, no girl can take it." He chuckled. "Nah, I mean, I've done things, but never all the way." My boner somehow got harder. "Like, this one girl I dated in college was crazy for it. She'd suck it down and give me handjobs and, oh fuck it, she was ready to hop on it and really wanted it inside her. I mean, she was practically begging for it. She wanted me to cum inside her. But, in a way, I guess the challenge just wasn't there. And, I'm not ready for kids, you know?" As he was telling the story, he was absent-mindedly pawing at his cock. It grew to what I estimated to be just shy of nine inches. His cock pointed straight out from his body, curving slightly down. Mine curved up. We were facing one another, about six feet seperating two cocks pointing at one another. "So, you gonna tell Aaron about this?" he asked. "About a gay guy and a straight bro cockin' it up in the shower?" My mind raced. Wait, was he saying something was gonna happen? "No, I won't tell him if you won't," I said, taking the smallest step toward him. "You should," Jack said, turning back toward the water. "That boy of yours has a kinky side just waiting to come out." "What do you mean?" Jack again stroked at his massive penis. "Last week, he told me it'd be hot if I watched you guys... you know?" This was unexpected. My boyfriend had discussed his straight friend watching us have gay sex? I was both turned on and confused. And still wondering what would happen in this moment. Jack turned the water off. "Relax, loverboy," he said. "I'm straight, and I just think Aaron thought it would be a hot thing for you two. Nothin' in it for me." And with that, he wrapped a towel around himself and returned to the lockers. That night, I texted Aaron, fishing at the conversation Jack had mentioned. Eventually, he brought it up, asking if I'd be comfortable with doing something like that. My only response was to question why a straight guy would watch two gay guys go at it. "He owes me," Aaron replied. "So, wanna try it? Nothing anal, just maybe sucking eachother off?" Two week later, I suppose Aaron and Jack had all the details worked out. "Nothing about this tonight is cheating," Aaron explained. "It's just two guys getting off and a straight guy getting an eyeful." The night began with drinks and a movie. We'd never hung out with Jack this intimately before, but as he got more drunk, more of his southern charm sneaked in. As we all sat on the couch, the movie entered a steamy straight sex scene. Aaron placed his hands on my cock through my jeans. Jack turned and looked down at Aaron's hand, chuckling. "And so it begins." Jack didn't seem at all bothered as Aaron unzipped my pants and pulled out my nervously semi-hard penis. He turned his attnention back to the film on the screen. Aaron moved his head down to my crotch and began to suck on my growing member. Jack glanced back at us. "Wow, y'all don't waste any time." I pushed my pants and boxers to the ground and Aaron moved between my legs. By now, we were all a little drunk and just a little too comfortable. After sucking for a few minutes, Aaron stood and pulled his pants and underwear down. Jack looked at Aaron's hard dick and then at me, commenting "well, get at it." I wrapped my mouth around my boyfriend's penis and began to suck. Aaron moaned. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jack standing. Perhaps he was going to join in... Jack went to the kitchen, pouring himself another whiskey. Aaron slid from my mouth and leaned down. "Bedroom?" he asked quietly. I nodded. We made our way into the bedroom, stripping off our shirts and crashing into the bed. Aaron left the door open. "I've gotta have your ass," he said. I nodded, hoping that Jack wouldn't come in on this in spite of the open door. After a deep kiss, Aaron tore open a condom and began to slide the condom onto his penis. He grabbed the lube and put some of the sticky fluid between my legs, ready to push into me. As I lay there on my back, I looked oward the doorway. Jack was standing there, sipping his whiskey and watching as Aaron slowly penetrated me. His face looked deep in thought. From where he stood, he could see my legs in the air and Aaron's bare back and ass. Aaron seemed oblivious to the hulking straight man in the doorway behind him. He bottomed out in me, the smooth of his balls and abdomen against my ass. He began to pull back slowly before pushing in again. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jack make a face, as if to say "well that doesn't seem so bad." Aaron thrust back into my, eliciting a quiet grunt from me. "I might not last as long," he said, almost as quiet. He closed his eyes and began thrusting into me again and again. I looked to Jack, who was now further into the doorway. I gasped as I saw he now was holding his hard cock in his hands, stroking at seeing the two of his entangled. He continued to stroke himself, making me wish he was just a little closer so that I could taste his cock. I was enraptured by his girth and the look of ecstacy on his face as he continued pounding at his own cock, watching my boyfriend fuck me. I looked back up at Aaron. "Here it comes," he said, pulling out and tossing the condom aside. Torrent after torrent of hot cum spewed out, pooling on my abs and filling my navel. I glanced back to the doorway. Jack was gone. As his heavy breaths began to subside, Aaron pulled away from me. "That was so hot," he said. He leaned forward and kissed me. "Do you need me to help you finish?" he asked. "No," was all I could manage as I lay covered in his cum. Without a word, Aaron stood and walked into the bathroom across the bedroom. The door shut and the shower turned on. I closed my eyes, sill puzzled at Jack's furious masterbation. "That was... interesting," Jack's voice whispered, surprising me. "I mean, he did you. Didn't see that coming." He was still stroking his massive penis. I still lay there, covered in my boyfriend's semen. I began to touch my own rock hard cock, stroking myself as Jack drew closer. "Does your, like, does your asshole hurt?" I shook my head. "Can I see it?" he asked. I lifted my legs again, exposing my asshole to him. "It's so different, man," he said. He moved closer to me, and touched Aaron's cum on my chest. He scooped some up and used it to lubricate his cock as he began to more furiously stroke it. The next thirty seconds seemed to last a lifetime. First, Jack looked me in the eyes and stated very factually "I am going to cum." Then he moved still closer to me, his cock mere inches away. As he drew closer, I could feel the heat of his body, of his giant cock. His head turned upward as he let out a growl and thrust his pelvis forward. The head of his penis touched near my asshole, sending shocks through my entire body. "I'm going to cum," he repeated. Then I felt the warm blast of cum where his cock had stuck my ass. His head tore back down as he looked me in the eyes again, his penis thrusting again. As he continued to spew warm jizz from the head of his nine inch cock, the next thrust landed squarely on my asshole. I pushed back at him. And then suddenly and unexpectly his cock pushed into my ass. "Holy shit," he gasped. He was continuing to cum in me, the first time in my life I'd felt the warm sensation. And then he- painfully and erotically- thrust even deeper into me. He let out near a howl as his cum filled my insides. I could feel his bushy pubes against my ass even though he wasn't all nine inches in. I looked up at him longingly and let my own stream of cum burst forth. It splashed across my chest and face, covering my lips. Still buried inside me, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips, tasting my cum, too. "Fuck," he said, "I had no idea it could be that good." I had just let a guy cum in my ass for the first time in my life. Jack had just had sex for the first time in my life. Everything was so messy and covered in cum, but as he collapsed on top of me, I was in heaven. I could have it no other way. And then the shower turned off.