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The song "The Rainbow Connection" was written by Paul Williams and Ken Ascher for "The Muppet Movie" in 1979 and sung by Kermit the Frog... I never saw the movie... but one of my best friends at the time did and it was her favorite song... after I heard it the song became one of my favorite too... as a matter of fact it still is. But the day I met my new friend was at the book store at The University of Hawaii... The University's football team adopted the name the Rainbow Warriors in 1974 that dates back to an upset game when a rainbow appeared over the football field... the name was dropped in 2000 from the men's teams who simply became The Warriors and because of public reaction was reinstated in 2013. We were both there to buy a rainbow pin... me because I wanted to use it to cover up the alligator on Lacoste polo shirts... my new friend wanted one because she loved rainbows and wanted to wear it with everything. Over the course of the next year our friendship developed as we drank coffee out of rainbow coffee mugs and while I drove around I had a rainbow sticker on the rear window of my car. As fate would have it we both wound up in the New York area and she and her brother and I went to the Olympic Games together in Lake Placid... I made her a batik of a rainbow and was told by her brother it still hung in her house up until she died... I'm bringing all of this up because as fate brought us together in Hawaii it pulled us apart but we still kept in touch and I thought of her often especially the days I wore the rainbow pin... and I'm assuming she did as well whenever she looked at the batik. If you have ever visited Hawaii you know that a rainbow in certain places is a daily occurrence... and after many years I have never taken them for granted or become cynical or blasé. To me they are magical in their own way and they always will be because of what they represent to me... They are very simple really and are caused by a reflection, refraction and dispersion of light in water droplets in the air directly opposite of the sun. In our dreams our unconscious defines them as the end of troubles followed by happiness and unconditional success... In symbols Iris is the Goddess of the rainbow and the messenger of the Olympian gods, the rainbow represents her path between the heavens and earth. The Navajo see it as sovereignty of all tribes joining together as one nation. The rainbow serpent in Australian Aboriginal myth is linked to the seasonal shift of humans reliance on water. The seven colors in the rainbow symbolize wholeness and the dream of life. The LGBT pride flag has represented gay pride since 1978, it has also represented the International Peace flag since 1961, The International Cooperative Alliance adopted the rainbow flag in 1925 and a similar flag is flown in Peru and Bolivia to represent the legacy of the Inca Empire. For me it represents all of these things but mostly it is a symbol of a friendship that started about 40 years ago and the skill set I have developed since then of having a friend and being one. Because of that rainbow pin and a single friendship that started I have found my way to people who we pushed each other to do better and aim higher and be better people in that we simply bring out the best in each other... in all of this I have been able to recognize the people who are all in and separate them from those who are just there at their convenience; by that I mean that it's a matter of the quality of the friendship and not a quantitive amount of time spent together... One of my favorite people in the world and I do not get to spend as much time together as we once did but we never miss sending each other a birthday or holiday card and we speak on the telephone several times a year... but when we are together it's as if no time has passed and thousands of miles have not separated us. Sometimes we fall away from people for whatever reason but if it's a real friendship we find our way back to each other eventually unaffected my time and distance. My feelings about who we become friends with and those we fall in love with are really quite simple... we want to be with these people because they make us love the person we are or what we have become from being with them. True love and real friendship are not always as easy to find and recognize as a rainbow... I feel like we find each other when the time is right in our hearts and somehow all the stars and planets are lined up just so... Don't give up if you have not found the person, place or thing or you that you are looking for... It takes time...but your circumstances, you, me and the world can all change overnight. Meanwhile if you look closely you can find some magic almost everyplace you are in the world... it's sometimes just a matter of looking at the world or your circumstances from a completely different perspective. Tulip Fiends--- The Netherlands I had the song Rainbow Connection rearranged ages ago and used it as an audition for a show and got the part and subsequently I think of the song and that friendship as one of my good luck charms .. I recorded it and it's still on my demo CD. "Someday we'll find it... the rainbow connection... the lovers, the dreamers and me!" Sometimes we make a connection with rainbows and/or people for reasons we won't understand for weeks, years, decades... or ever...

@ Kendrick - Oh if you insist Some of my fave kinks... (Gleaned from a great book I brought at University 'Deviant Desires' by Katherine Gates) Balloonacy - People who are turned on by the feel / sound / smell of balloons (They call themselves 'Balloonatics' Inflation Fetishits - People who are turned on by the idea of a persons body inflating ("Violet you're turning Violet, Violet") Giant / Giantess Fans - 'Attack of the 50 Foot Woman' is porn for this type - You can get cheapy home made vids of woman stomping through cardboard cites Crush Freaks - 2 types - 1- People who are turned on by the idea of being crushed by a giant (Often goes hand in hand with giantess fans) 2 - People who love to see things stepped on (dolls / worms / insects etc) - Though I hate this one as some peope are seriously sick and like to see bigger things stepped on (I wont go into details) Fatty Fans - The morbidly obese make these folk drool (See also 'Gainers' & 'Feeders') Broken Dolls - Seeing someone in bandages and body casts is a real turn on Robolovers - Yup you guessed it, they wanna 'get it on' with a robot or a statue (The book in question has a pic of some fans depiction of a stone statue of Wonderwoman, that made me laugh... :D ) Furverts - Fetishise the idea of humanised animals (Like those old 'Dogs Playing Poker' Pics) Plush Lovers (Plushies) - Turned on by furry toys / Fur suits (Such as giant dog football mascots) Stump Fetishists - You got a missing limb, they'll come-a-running Anyone Interested in wierd kinks needs to see the film 'A Dirty Shame' by (My all time fave director / God) John Waters (Bomb loads of weird kinks named and shamed) http://imdb.com/title/tt0365125/

From San Francisco Edge: Now there are eight. The latest Republican presidential debate brings two fewer candidates to the main stage. But that still leaves a gaggle of competing personalities to keep straight Tuesday night in Milwaukee. A field guide to the seven men and one woman in the Fox Business Network debate: ___ DONALD TRUMP Key features: Billionaire real estate developer, author and reality TV star with the catchphrase, "You're fired!" A quick sketch: -Son of wealthy builder in the New York City borough of Queens. -Prospered in family business while studying economics at the University of Pennsylvania. -"The Donald" gained fame as splashy Manhattan developer of hotels, skyscrapers and golf courses around the world. -Considered Reform Party presidential run in 2000; flirted with GOP bid in 2012. -Starred in reality TV shows "The Apprentice" and "Celebrity Apprentice," juiced "Saturday Night Live" ratings as host this month. Also of note: The front-runner is rich enough to pay for his own campaign - and brags about that - but 74,000 donors showered him with nearly $4 million in small-dollar contributions, July through September. Might Trump be for you? Perhaps yes, if you want a president who says what he thinks even if people take offense. Perhaps no, if you're offended by his remarks suggesting Mexicans who cross the border illegally are rapists and criminals. Some other distinguishing issues: -Build a wall along the Mexican border to stop illegal immigration. -Deport all immigrants in the U.S. illegally; allow what he calls 'the good ones' to return legally. -Renegotiate international trade deals to bring jobs back to the U.S. In a nutshell: Political outsider. Celebrity. Billionaire. ___ BEN CARSON Key features: Famed pediatric neurosurgeon whose inspiring life story became a TV movie. A quick sketch: -Raised in Detroit by a divorced, impoverished mother. -Director of pediatric neurosurgery at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore for 29 years, now retired. -First surgeon to successfully separate twins joined at the head. -Awarded Presidential Medal of Freedom. -Enhanced his conservative cred with politically charged remarks at 2013 National Prayer Breakfast. Also of note: In his autobiography, "Gifted Hands," Carson describes being gripped by violent, pathological anger as a teen and how he turned to God's help to overcome his temper. Reporters have raised questions about the violent incidents and other elements of his life story, putting the soft-spoken candidate in the unusual position of insisting that as an enraged youth he really did try to attack his mother with a hammer and attempt to stab a young relative. Might Carson be for you? Perhaps yes, if you want a doctor to fix the nation's health care policy. Perhaps no, if you're looking for someone with political experience and seasoned rhetoric. Carson once compared President Barack Obama's health care law to slavery. Some other distinguishing issues: -Impose the same flat income tax on everyone. -Ban abortion even in cases of rape or incest. -Add a balanced budget amendment to the Constitution. In a nutshell: Christian conservative. Doctor. Only African-American contender. ___ MARCO RUBIO Key features: Florida senator who teamed with Democrats on an immigration overhaul that would have given immigrants in the U.S. illegally a way to become citizens; now says fixing border security comes first. A quick sketch: -His Cuban immigrant parents worked as a bartender and a maid. -Won a college football scholarship; University of Miami law degree. -Elected to Florida House in 2000, rose to speaker. -Beat a popular governor to win his U.S. Senate seat. -Speaks fluent Spanish, as does his Colombian-American wife. Also of note: Rubio got famous on the Internet in 2013 when he paused in his televised response to the State of the Union address to make an awkward reach for bottled water while staring into the camera, like a Poland Spring-swilling deer in the headlights. Might Rubio be for you? Perhaps yes, if you think it's time for a younger generation (Generation X in this case) to lead. Perhaps no, if you believe human actions cause global warming. Some other distinguishing issues: -Reverse President Barack Obama's diplomatic outreach to Cuba. -Stop taxing investment income, give parents a bigger tax break. -Freeze federal spending except on the military. In a nutshell: Tea party roots. Hispanic. Youthful. ___ TED CRUZ Key features: He's a Republican senator who pushed a government shutdown to fight "Obamacare." A quick sketch: -Father is a Cuban immigrant who became a pastor. -Winning debater at Princeton and Harvard Law. -Argued nine cases before the Supreme Court. -Won Senate seat in 2012 upset, his first elected office. -A Texan partial to ostrich-leather boots. Also of note: Cruz was born in Canada. His father was born in Cuba. But his mother was born in Nebraska, giving him U.S. citizenship. He's formally renounced his dual Canadian citizenship. Cruz is the first Hispanic senator from Texas, where many residents are native Spanish speakers. He's not fluent in the language, however, and nixed a proposal for a debate in Spanish in his 2012 Senate campaign. Might Cruz be for you? Perhaps yes, if you want to stop President Barack Obama's health care law at all costs. Perhaps no, if you're looking for bipartisan compromise on immigration. Some other distinguishing issues: -Amend the Constitution so that voters could oust Supreme Court justices. -Amend the Constitution to allow states to ban gay marriage. -Abolish the IRS, switch to a flat tax. In a nutshell: Tea party. Christian conservative. Hispanic. ___ JEB BUSH Key features: Son of a president, little brother of a president, and he's a former Florida governor. A quick sketch: -Born in Texas as John Ellis Bush, shortened to the nickname Jeb. -Met his future wife, Columba, a native of Mexico, during a high school exchange program. -Worked for father George H.W. Bush's 1980 and 1988 presidential campaigns. -Was governor in 2000 when Florida recount gave his brother George W. Bush the presidency. -Made a name among religious conservatives by opposing removal of life support in the Terri Schiavo case. Also of note: Bush would be the first brother of a president ever elected. If he wins, three of the five most recent White House residents would be named Bush. He says he's not his father or his brother, however: "I am my own man, and my views are shaped by my own thinking and experience." Might Bush be for you? Perhaps yes, if you want an immigration overhaul that gives people in the U.S. illegally a path to legal status. Perhaps no, if you think post-Sept. 11 surveillance programs violated civil liberties. Some other distinguishing issues: -Wants states to adopt higher education standards; supports Common Core. -Assert U.S. military might more robustly in Iraq and to counter Russian moves in Eastern Europe. -Block tax increases, although he won't sign a no-tax-increase pledge. In a nutshell: Bush dynasty. Speaks Spanish fluently. Early establishment favorite. __ CARLY FIORINA Key features: She's a businesswoman - a former CEO of Hewlett-Packard - who's run for Senate but never held public office. A quick sketch: -Daughter of a law professor-turned-federal appeals judge and an abstract painter. -Trailblazing female executive at AT&T, Lucent and Hewlett-Packard. -In over five years of running HP: led major merger, laid off 30,000 workers, ousted by board. -Made a name in politics as high-profile adviser to John McCain's 2008 presidential campaign. -Ran for U.S. Senate seat from California, and lost, while being treated for breast cancer in 2010. Also of note: Her first two debate performances gave a big boost to Fiorina's campaign. In the second debate, however, she described seeing a graphic scene in secretly recorded footage of Planned Parenthood that isn't actually in those anti-abortion videos, and refuses to acknowledge the mistake. Might Fiorina be for you? Perhaps yes, if you agree with her that a woman could best take on Democratic front-runner Hillary Rodham Clinton. Perhaps no, if you want a president with experience serving in government. Some other distinguishing issues: -Impose "zero-based budgeting" that evaluates each federal program's spending annually. -Shrink the government workforce and base federal workers' pay on performance, not seniority. -Use innovation, not regulation, to address global warming. In a nutshell: Fiscal conservative. Political newcomer. GOP's only female contender. ___ JOHN KASICH Key features: Former congressman now in his second term as Ohio governor. A quick sketch: -Son of a Pennsylvania mailman. -Graduated from Ohio State and became, at 26, the youngest person elected to Ohio's Senate. -Found his Anglican faith in his 30s after his parents were killed by a drunk driver. -Served 18 years in Congress, working with lawmakers of both parties to cut spending, balance budget. -Ran for president in 2000 but dropped out early; elected governor in 2010. Also of note: Kasich opposes President Barack Obama's health care overhaul, yet he accepted federal money under the law to expand Ohio's Medicaid program. That angered many of his fellow Republicans. Kasich says "real flesh and blood, and real improvements in people's lives" are more important than ideology. Might Kasich be for you? -Perhaps yes, if you want to protect the social safety net for the poor. -Perhaps no, if you oppose sending U.S. ground troops to fight in Syria. Some other distinguishing issues: -Allow some immigrants who have been in the U.S. illegally for years to stay if they pay a fine. -Address the climate change problem without doing economic damage. -Use the Common Core standards to raise education standards. In a nutshell: Fiscal conservative. Sitting governor. Second time around. ___ RAND PAUL: Key features: He's NOT Ron Paul. That's his father, the former congressman who ran for president three times, once as a Libertarian. A quick sketch: -Helped in his father's campaigns from age 11. -Raised in Texas, settled in his wife's home state of Kentucky. -Ophthalmologist known for free eye clinics for the poor. -Won Senate seat in 2010 tea party wave, his first elected office. -Took over Senate floor for hours to question U.S. drone policy and oppose collection of Americans' phone records Also of note: Rumors aside, he wasn't named for "Atlas Shrugged" author Ayn Rand. His given name is Randal, and his wife dubbed him "Rand." But he is a fan of Ayn Rand's books. Might Paul be for you? Perhaps yes, if you're upset about the National Security Agency snooping into citizens' private communications. Perhaps no, if you want to see more aggressive use of U.S. military power in the world. Some other distinguishing issues: -Give Congress more power over the Federal Reserve. -End the right to abortion, protecting life from conception. -Reduce penalties for many drug crimes, let nonviolent felons vote. 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He wore the store’s uniform blue pants and white polo shirt – the difference on him was that he didn’t wear a belt and the pants were held up by a very promising bulge along the zipper and below, and his beautiful bubble butt – the two mounds caught my eye as I entered the store – seeing the kid reach far for some groceries and those mounds dimpling in reaction. It took all my power to keep my hands on my shopping cart and not sample a cheek as I walked by. There was no question that I’d get in the line where he was bagging – had to watch him – a real friendly kid - probably weighed about 180 – and from the looks of it, mostly hard muscle. He had the kind of body that if worked on, he could eventually be over 250 pounds of massive man muscle. His chest stretched the polo shirt, even with all the buttons open – I was betting that those pecs were really suckable - firm and warm. But the thing that got me hard and kept me that way was that he seemed to be wearing pants a couple of waist sizes too big for him, maybe to fit his bulging leg muscles, no belt. In any case, he was lucky to have his ass holding them up since the pants kind of almost fanned out upward at his waist. He kept tucking his shirt in, and it would pull out every time he stretched for an item to bag. With no t-shirt underneath, we were all being treated to some pretty spectacular male flesh. Twice before my items were rung up and I was in line, he was able to take a little break from bagging – he tucked in the shirt and then stood there with his thick vein etched arms hanging at his sides. I don’t know why the sight of his pants waist being so loose excited me so much. 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But we were interested in two different kinds of candy. “I’ve never driven anything this nice,” he said smiling up at me, flashing two rows of perfect white teeth. “I only live a few blocks away. You’re welcome to drive home with me, help unload the car, and I’ll bring you back to work. You could drive the whole way.” I’d give anything to have this stud near me. “No…that’s okay…real trustworthy of you, but it’s kinda busy today and I’ve still got some time left on my shift,” he said climbing out of the car. “By the way, I’m John…John Tanner,” he said extending his hand. His handshake was firm – again, that image of his fist pumping my cock seared into my brain as I felt the warmth of his grip. I was stiff in my jeans. “You look pretty trustworthy yourself, John. I’m Allen…Allen Giffen. The offer to take this baby out for a spin stands. I live over on Hazel…510. Stop by when you’re off your shift…if you’d like. Otherwise, I’ll see you next time I need some bagging.” I stood at my car, unable to make myself get in when the option of watching that muscle kid walk back in the store was available – that ass! He was one of those guys who had just a slight sway in his walk, not at all feminine, but where the cheeks seem to grind against each other in a small back and forth rotation. Right before he went in the door, he turned around, seemed very happy that I was still looking in his direction, and waved. A few hours later, I had already given up on seeing my bagboy. Not surprising…why would a kid show up at some middle aged guy’s house that had obviously cruised him at work? That’s provided the kid was sharp enough to know he was being cruised. I really couldn’t tell. A half hour later when my doorbell rang, I was at first amazed that the pizza had arrived since I had only called it in 5 minutes before. My plan was to watch one of my porn CDs – one that had a guy in it who reminded me of the bagger. Grabbing my wallet and throwing open the door, I was quite surprised, pleasantly, to see John standing there smiling instead of my pizza. “Surprised to see me?” he asked. “A bit…yeah. I ordered a pizza and thought you were it. You don’t happen to also work delivering pizzas, do you?” I asked with a laugh. He seemed nervous and I wanted to ease the atmosphere. “No…no pizza boy…I came because you said to stop by if I wanted to take a spin in your car…” Again, he looked really nervous. I was curious to see where all this would lead. “Sure! I told you the offer stood. C’mon in! Interested in helping me eat the pizza when it comes? Then we could take the car for a spin,” I said grabbing his arm and pulling him inside my house. This whole time I was drinking in what he was wearing. He must have stopped home after his shift. The faded black jeans he had changed into fit…like a calfskin glove. That ass looked like it was about to rip the rear seam as he walked in my living room. I’d guess he had owned them quite a while and had pretty much outgrown them but he was still able to coax them to stretch just enough to fit. He had on a pair of brown loafers, no socks. What made him look positively edible was that he had on a school jacket, I assumed his, from a local private high school, red with white leather sleeves – the Bulldogs logo smack in the middle of the back, “Yeah, I bet you can be a little bulldog,” I thought. The bulky bright jacket over the faded black jeans gave the illusion that John’s upper body was huge, but on closer examination, those thighs, ass and package in front evened out the contest. In the middle of the room, he turned to face me, hands jammed into the coat pockets almost squeezing the jacket shut. “Sure…I guess so…maybe not…maybe I should just come some other time,” John said starting to walk back towards me. I grabbed his arms. “John, take it easy. It’s only a pizza! If you’d rather just take a drive in the car...fuck the pizza, let’s go,” I said with a smile. I felt his arms relax apart and his shoulders dropped. “My God, John!” “What? What’s wrong?” John asked getting all tense again. “You’re not wearing a shirt…” I said. When his arms relaxed, the jacket had opened. What shocked me was how ripped the kid was. He not only had a defined six pack, but along with it, thanks to the fact that I now discovered the jeans were low rise, the skin covering his lower stomach was a map of protruding veins leading into his crotch. His torso appeared to be hairless with the exception of a black treasure trail, of which I was blessed with seeing a number of inches of due to the low-waist pants. “I shouldn’t have come…this was a really bad idea,” said John as he started to barrel by me aiming for the door. Without taking the time to think things through, I grabbed John by one arm, pressed my other hand into his six pack, and gave him a shove forcing him into an easy chair. He fell back in the chair, a scared look on his face, his legs were spread open, arms over the sides of the chair, and his school jacket spread open revealing his hard muscled torso. He was panting, hard. “John, I’m not going to let you leave till you calm down! Jesus! What is going on?” John leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, put a hand on each side of his head which was hanging down, and with his black locks curling around his fingers said to the carpeting, “You seem like a really nice guy…I saw the way you were looking at me in the store…figured you were interested in…me…maybe...” He looked up at me with the last word looking like he was about to cry. “I am interested in you, John…real interested.” “Really?” John stood up and took a step toward me, “Ya see, I’ve never done anything with another guy before. I’ve wanted to…but was always afraid. You seemed really nice and I thought…” “You’re a very hot guy, John. And I’m honored that you decided you could trust me. I won’t betray that trust,” I said as I reached up and put a hand on John’s neck, gently massaging it. He closed his eyes and sighed. I took the opportunity to slowly take more of him in with my eyes. This was more than manna from heaven. This was a meal from a five star restaurant, and I was eager to get started on the appetizer. But I figured we should go slowly so I suggested we sit on the couch and talk while waiting for the pizza. John was the youngest in his family of 4 siblings, the only boy. His whole family was athletic. He was a junior in high school, though he’d been held back a year in junior high, had turned 18 four months earlier and played most of the sports his high school had to offer (kind of easy to figure out though, with his jacket covered in letters). His favorite was football. Last year, he had been the first sophomore in the school’s history named a football co-captain. He told me he went out with girls regularly, usually in group dates. Though he’d done some pretty heavy stuff with them, he was still a virgin as far as never having docked his submarine in a port. The pizza arrived and we dove into it. John ate twice as much as I did; I’d forgotten what a food machine the teenage body is. Though I was hesitant, he begged me for some of the beer I had. He told me that his parents actually allowed him to drink beer at home as long as he stayed there and that actually, though he broke the rule that night (he confided to me with that coy smile that sent waves of pleasure directly to my dick) by having had a couple of beers at home to psyche himself up to come over to my house. By the time we finished the pizza and our beers, we were both relaxed and a bit buzzed. John had slid down on the couch. His legs were spread open, one pressed against my leg. As we talked, I reached over and massaged his inner thigh. His leg was really firm. He’d taken his jacket off earlier and tossed it on another chair. He spread his legs more, pressing against the one against mine, as I rubbed that sports hardened thigh. Taking my cue, I reached with my other hand and did the same to his six-pack. “Mmmmmmm…that feels really nice, guy,” said John. “That’s the idea, football boy,” I chuckled. I could see that he was hard and figured that I might need to be careful not to set him off too early so I decided against moving my thigh hand to his dick. “Okay with you if I get more comfortable?” I asked as I stood up, stood a few feet in front of him and started undressing, not too fast, but not too slow, didn’t want to scare the kid. “Sure…sure…that’s okay,” said John as he shifted himself back up into more of a seated position. For an “old” guy (that’s anything over 30 to someone in school) I knew that my body couldn’t compete with the bunch of muscles resting on the couch in front of me, but I’m not in bad shape. “Wow! You’ve got a lotta hair…all over,” said John, checking me out with the old elevator look. I knelt down between John’s spread legs, figuring he’d be more comfortable if I took the initiative at the moment. “You’ve got a terrific body on you, John…really…really…nice,” I said as I started running my hands over his torso, from waist to neck, every once in a while bending my fingers a bit so he’d get a touch of nail running on his skin. Close up, I could see that the kid had absolutely no hair there except the treasure trail. His dick, ass and legs were still covered with the worn denim. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, or for you to do anything you don’t want to do. At any point, you tell me to stop, and I will. At any point you want to leave, just get up and leave. That sound good to you, John?” I asked. By now, my one hand was running slowly up and down one of John’s calves, with the other, I played with that thin black row of hair that started at his belly button. Looking at me with what appeared to be pretty trusting dark eyes, John nodded slowly. I moved both hands back to his torso and leaned forward on my knees. John had scooted down once again on the couch, his ass near the edge. As I leaned forward, running my hands lightly over his muscled torso, my midsection pressed against his crotch. His eyes jerked open a bit more for a second as his body reacted to the new touch. “I bet you’ve got a really nice dick. You’d have to…to go with the rest of this. Can I see it, John? Can I take it out?” I said this and more, all about what a perfect dick he must be equipped with, eventually unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. We kept eye contact and as I grabbed the waist of his pants, he signaled his agreement by lifting his hips ever so slightly so I could pull the pants down to mid-thigh. He did have a nice dick, and lots of pubic hair. I made a mental note to suggest that he trim himself a bit, not only to make his dick look bigger, but future mouths he put his dick in would appreciate having a little less reason to floss out some curlies after taking a hot load of his teen juice. Of course he was hard, had been for a while. Teen dick. Talk about something that had a mind of its own. All it ever wanted was pleasure, and all your senses would join the party once the little man hardened up. “Oh, yeah. This is nice. You’re lucky, John. You’ve got a beauty here.” I kept it up, remembering that at that age, the best thing you could hear from a sex partner was what a great body and lover you were. I also moved my mouth closer and closer to his cock. As I talked, my words and warm breath fell on the stalk. It was pointing straight up toward John’s face. He stared at my face, wide eyed. I stopped talking, kept my eyes on his face, opened my mouth wide and started shooting bursts of air on the teen cock. I could sense it pulsing over and over in response. And the precum started flowing. During this, I took John’s loafers off and worked his pants completely off. He just kept flexing his dick in response to the waves of heat, and moaned a bit. “Can I touch it, John? Can I feel how hard it is? Please, can I? I want to hold it…real bad…I want to feel its warmth…please?” I straightened up a bit as I wrapped my hands around the prize. I stuck some fingers in the pool of sticky precum, wiped it on the kid’s dick, scooped up more, wiped more, and got him nice and lubed. He was so hot, he was panting. I opened my mouth, letting my tongue rest on my bottom lip, and moved toward his dick. I had it bent slightly toward me, not enough to cause him any discomfort, but enough so that I could get my mouth on it without turning into a contortionist. Stopping less than an inch from the stretched skin of his dickhead, I kept up the hot breaths. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck,” came out of John’s mouth as each mass of air rippled over his skin. I pulled his dick ever so slightly so the side of his dickhead slapped against my tongue, and then slid the dickhead very slowly on my tongue. “Uugggghhhhhhhh,” came out of my mouth. John mimicked the sound in reaction to the hot air combined with the vibrations of the sounds and what that was doing to the nerve endings in his dick. I worked one hand underneath and got busy kneading one of John’s butt cheeks. I moved forward a minute amount and closed my mouth over the dickhead, sealing my lips underneath the rim of the head. That was all it took. “Fuck!” John screamed as his body went rigid. His legs shot out on either side of me and a burst of cum hit the roof of my mouth. I quickly moved my mouth away, aimed the bazooka toward John’s face and milked it. Stream after stream of teen cum poured forth. It was quite impressive. By the time it was just a dribble, he’d managed to get two long streams going up his stomach and chest, and one that landed on his cheek and neck, and puddles of milky fluid splattered on his smooth heaving torso. “I am so sorry, Allen. I made a mess. Did I kick you?” John fell all over himself apologizing. “What are you apologizing for, John? You didn’t do anything bad to me, not at all. In fact, I enjoyed what just happened as much as you did. And I could see that you really enjoyed it. Didn’t you, John? Didn’t it feel good?” As I said this I rubbed the cum on his cheek in a circular motion, as John’s breathing gradually returned to a more normal rate. He was covered with a film of sweat. The combined smells of his sweat and cum were intoxicating. “Besides, now that you’ve cum, it just means that it will take you longer to cum the second time. You can enjoy it more.” I stuck two cum coated fingers into John’s mouth and let him suck on them. I stood up, still standing between his spread legs. By now, his ass was off the couch, his arms spread out to the side on the seat cushions…totally relaxed in that “after climax” glow. I stared down at him, my hands on my hips. My dick was hard. It had been hard the whole time. It had been dripping the whole time. The quiet in my living room was overpowering. We could hear each other breathing, and that was it. We both watched as a heavy drop of precum fell from my cock to his abs, mixing with his own sweat and cum. “What’s next on the menu, muscle boy?” I asked finally, breaking the silence, as I grabbed my dick and leaned forward. His eyes were on my dick. His mouth opened slightly. I got my answer and stood up on the couch, legs spread out on either side of this kid. “Just watch your teeth, okay? Do whatever you want, just don’t let me feel your teeth on my dick – that hurts.” John’s head rested back on the couch. He waited as I brought my dick to him. I could see his tongue twitching slightly as my rocket approached. I stopped a few inches from his mouth; he looked at my face questioningly and opened his mouth wider. I moved in an inch closer, he lifted his head toward the prize…I pulled away…and chuckled. “Leave your mouth open for now. Just leave it open. Don’t do anything else,” I said. John just stared at me and dropped his mouth open. With my dick in hand, I rested it inside his mouth on his tongue. “Nothin’...leave it! Just breathe, Johnny, just breathe.” I took my dick out and rubbed it around his face. Every few rotations, I’d bring it back to his trough of a mouth to get more of his spit to help my little man slide around the kid’s face. “Lick ‘em!” I ordered, as my balls reached his mouth as I rolled my dick back and forth over his nose. He licked…like a good boy. And good boys are given prizes. “Here ya go, Johnny. Make me proud,” I whispered as I brought my dickhead to his mouth and moved forward. There’s something about getting your dick sucked by someone who’s never done it before that really gets me going. There’s an urgency to their sucking. They’re not sure exactly what to do, they just know to suck. So they suck like a Hoover. Not much technique, but in this case, John’s desire to please me was quite erotic. This newbie was really turning my crank. I watched John’s cheeks balloon with each insertion as I grabbed the back of the couch on either side of him to steady myself. John had his hands on my ass. I could feel him pulling me, trying to get more dick in his mouth. The kid was unbelievable. I was losing it. Finally, almost there, I grabbed his head with both my hands and started fucking his face like a madman. I came in torrents, oblivious to the choking grunts the teenager was making. When I came back down to earth, I realized that my dick was no longer in John’s mouth, it was even starting to deflate, and was dripping some remnant cock snot onto John’s heaving chest. I looked down at John and realized what I had done. He had cum all over his face. It was obvious that I had face-fucked him hard enough to make my cum shoot out of his nose. “Johnny, Johnny, I am so sorry that I did that,” I said as I grabbed his face and stepped down off the couch, once again standing between his legs. While wiping as much cum off his face as I could, I continued to babble my apology, terrified that this hefty teen was about to pummel me into another dimension. The choking and coughing gradually stopped and his breathing slowed down enough for him to talk. “Allen, that was the most fucking fantastic thing I’ve ever done. I never knew that sucking dick could be so hot. Look.” He pointed to his stomach. There was a fresh load of cum. The kid had had a hands free orgasm from the face fuck. He really was into it. “John, you’d better go take a shower. I think you’ve done enough for one night. I know I have. But anytime you want to make a delivery here, just show up.” John stood up, inches in front of me. He pressed into me, his smooth cum and sweat covered torso pressing against my hairy one, put his arms around me and kissed me. Breaking the kiss, he held the embrace and whispered in my ear, “I’ll take that shower on one condition. You take it with me. And I want you to make the delivery…here,” he said as he gently moved my arms behind him and put my hands on his ass. I pulled him toward me, he clenched his glutes. I forced a digit into his sweaty heated asscrack from the top and slowly ran it up and down the trench. “Yes…yes…yes…there…right there…” the teen breathed into my ear as his arms pulled me into a tighter embrace.

Thanks guys, some truly fascinating responses so far QUOTE(kank84 @ Apr 16 2007, 04:35 PM) I totally agree, I remember when this really dawned on me, it was when I first saw the movie 'The people Under the Stairs' One of the characters is very ill, but cannot afford to go to hospital I remember thinking at the time what an absurd storyline it was, I was naive enough at the time to think that even the worlds biggest capitalist country wouldn't be cruel enough to let it's people die simply because they had no money... Sadly I was wrong... QUOTE(kank84 @ Apr 16 2007, 04:35 PM) I sorta agree, I am guilty of being a part time supporter, I always watch when England play (but I'm not suicidal if they lose, 'cos they do so often) Oh and rugby is crap, invented by a cheat who ran off with the ball in a good old game of football for gods sake -_- :D QUOTE(rogerkint @ Apr 16 2007, 05:23 PM) :goodpost: Well said man, Thats an argument I hear a lot, prisoners are given basic right, free men are not??? QUOTE(year @ Apr 16 2007, 05:54 PM) See my post above, oh and please don't say that bud, there must be something that makes you proud... QUOTE(Wonderwoman @ Apr 16 2007, 06:21 PM) Bloody hell, it's despicable, I do not resent taxes themselves they are indeed needed, but I resent tax for taxes sake, ...is the 55% of your salary visably improving your community, did part of it go on that new hospital in the town? Or on the foreign secretaries new home... :glare: [/b] QUOTE(Wonderwoman @ Apr 16 2007, 06:21 PM) So you have a good healthcare system then?.. that's good to hear, do you have some kind of mandatory national insurance as we do in the UK WW?

Champions is Jonathan Anderson and Edwin Low’s portfolio featuring leading international athletes posing nude in support of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. Champions is currently showing at the National Portrait Gallery in London until March 8th. The horizontally perfect god above is British champion of artistic gymnastics Ross Brewer. James Beattle, English Soccer Player Joe Worsley, English Soccer Player Matthew Taylor, English Football Player Steve McCain, American Gymnast More on Anderson and Low

I had been dating Anna for really only a short time, but we had known each other for four months or so. She was cute, and tiny, and smart, and I was trying very HARD to like her in every way. On one late fall day we were walking back from the grocery store (how romantic, right?), talking and taking in the changing scenes. A first snow had come and left very quickly, and had just dusted everything. She was talking about something to do with her church back home, and I was trying to look and even BE interested when I realized that she had suddenly changed the subject. "Oh my God," she said, "they really ought to do something about those windows. That happened at the freshmen dorm and they painted the bottom ones in!" I looked about and caught her gaze and followed it to oldest dorm on campus. It was a long rectangular structure built in three levels. Each level had three floors, and to my immense wonder I noticed for the first time that all but the top floor of each level had huge picture windows. The top floor windows for whatever reason, were much smaller. It wasn't the windows, however that caused Anna such distress, it was what was going on inside the rooms, visible for all to see. In about every third window there was a guy in some state of undress. These were upperclassmen, and many I had seen around campus, but never got the chance to see at the gym. One fellow, I knew from intramural football was there, just now taking the towell from around his waist. Another had is back to us, pulling his underwear on. Nice. I tried to be as nonshalant as I could be under such circumstances. "You know, I guess they just couldn't bear to paint in all those windows," I said, "They're not tiny slivers like the freshman dorm." "They should at least be told to close the curtains!" Anna turned then and looked at me as if I ought to go in right then and inform the RA's of this outrage. I shrugged and said, "If I see of them I'll tell them, for sure." I never did get around to telling any of them any such thing, isn't that odd? In fact, I found multiple reasons to be in the back of that old dorm as often as possible, one night staying in my car until fairly late just to see how much the view improved after sunset. The answer: A lot, but you need to be there around nine, so you can see them after their evening workouts! After this I found lots of reasons to be needing to go to my car to get something or the other around that time at night. The very next semester I moved to that dorm, but I remembered to shut the curtains.

Cam McDaniel, Notre Dame football player, whose game photo went viral in October 2013 with captions like “ridiculously photogenic running back.” His helmet got knocked off during the play, but he continued his run anyway. More photos and explanation here: http://www.adonismale.com/forums/topic/257-gods-of-the-gridiron/#comment-2623