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First, the actors were untrimmed and unshaved and looked like the men their bodies developed into, ungroomed and without makeup so their pre-pubescent-looking crotch would make their dick look bigger or so they would look more like a child.

These movies were made when men were men and glad of it.

They were also all bareback because there was not yet the kind of plague where everyone you knew was dead.

I don't understand all the "bareback" fucking in porn today where they pull out and put the semen all over someone's face or body just the same as if they ripped off a condom in time for the money shot. And I esp. don't understand why they pull out in time to prove they are cumming, and then push back inside to release the rest. So much for any pretense of "safe sex" and in that case, pulling out is purely for the camera and has nothing to do with letting the climax go uninterrupted to completion.

Personally, I'd rather see them orgasm inside and pull out afterwards so we can get the ritual visual proof by having the well-loaded condom hanging heavily and well loaded, drooping off the end of the spent and softening cock and conspicuously displaying its abundant contents.

But maybe that is just me. At least the barebacking then now not a fetish or notably irresponsible, it's just how men had anal sex. It allowed for spontaneity. Now, the magical appearance and disappearance of a rubber is a convention we have become used to in our videos, and is really just one more convention to be accepted, as in musicals or operas where the convention is that everything really important is actually communicated by singing. Actually, not any more distracting after a while to the notion that a couple dancing means they are making out, or that a couple kissing means she is having an orgasm when she lifts one foot off the floor.

In B westerns, the cowboy's six-shooter was more likely a 600-shooter, but why bother to count? Was that the point? Get over it.

Even so, there is at least some distraction by the demand for overcoats so as not to encourage the spread of misery and death. Often, it does not matter, but when the story is that two guys hook up at the beach or pool or bunkhouse or are two teens at a summer camp losing their virginity, being fully equipped with the medically approved wardrobe rather limits credibility for me.

Which brings me back to Vintage, where hitchhikers, farm boys playing in the hay, and other lucky studs just get it on the same on camera as they would as if there were no director. Lets you focus on the action rather than some annoying convention, however necessary.

Also, men had real bodies. Most were not bodybuilders, just built. They were not gym rats. If they had muscles, it might be because they were ditch diggers or furniture shifters and got their shape the old-fashioned way. They looked, in short, like real people, ordinary run of the mill horndogs doing the things hot studs do when they have a chance, not the top of the line from Central Casting.

And then, hard to believe I know, these movies almost all had stories, as if real men in real life situations were having real sex in the course of the lives because they were uninhibited and open to whatever possibilities they might encounter. It is a cliche now, but originally, there were not aisles of VHS tapes devoted to pool boys or pizza deliveries. And it was not yet a cliche that any horny dude on his own would end up having sex with the first horny dude he ran into on the road or in the woods.

And if urban sophisticates were cruising back alleys or taking advantage of dark back rooms, they looked like the guys you would actually expect to find there– young, hard, loaded. Since a bunch of this stuff came out of NYC, tan lines were not a feature or focus either.

There was not necessarily a lot of story to clutter up the action, but there was a sense all around that what we were watching was the kind of encounter we would like to think could happen, and maybe was happening at times for the men strutting their baskets around on unconscious display for those so-inclined to fantasize about what they did when we were not looking. The idea that some man of interest might be active or willing to be active in a way we would esp. enjoy lead to an activity called Cruising, looking for possible pickups. Again, something that happens in real life, where maybe none of the guys is either strait or gay, just randy and ready and willing. Not much of a gay-strait fetish going on there.

Down at the old garage at the auto/bike repair shop, all those hunky workingmen, it turns out, actually were getting it on with each other all time time in the movies, just as people liked to imagine they did. Also, all hairy, hung, versatile, juicy... the standard stuff that dreams are made on.

And face it, some of those "ordinary" guys were great lookers. Casey Donovan of Boys in the Sand was the first superstar of the new genre of fuck films shown in theaters to audiences of highly active and interactive viewers, happily indulging themselves playing along as inspired by what was up on the big screen. I have often wondered what happened to Lee Marlin, for example. Did Bolivian marching powder do him in? Nobody seems to know.

Btw, one byproduct of those early hardcore feature fuck fests is that they often came out with large magazine-style picture books telling the story. In the days before home video, DVDs, and computers, that was one way to bring home the memories and relive them over and over. It also made for good promotional material to lure people into the local orgy theater to watch the actual picture excerpted in carefully selected action stills.

Good times.

It certainly came as a surprise to this old man that there are hot young men who like people who look very different from the way they do. That is esp. a surprise since that standard mainstream hot and horny look is at least peddled as the standard issue stud for both men and women. Even right here in this very thread, the claim is made that fat people are ipso facto unhealthy and therefore, undesirable and unsexy. As it happens, not every man under 30 is looking for a clone as his choice of partner. The Naked Maja was once some men's idea of voluptuous but until the last few years, no one who looked like that would ever have been hired as a model, and "plus size" was a completely unknown planet.

Some people think intellect and humor matter more than superficial appearance, and looks tend not to last, so if that is all an attraction rests on, it's not gonna last. "Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds," said Shakespeare, but rather "an ever fixed mark." And, bless them all, some people want to hold and be held by much larger men. Ideally, as someone said, if the size changes, that's fine too, but not a priority. As with any other sexual interest, there are extremes. "Gainers" who want to be bigger (not more muscular), are out there.

I just wish I had known decades ago that lots of perfectly attractive and desirable guys are out there looking for large people to partner with for play or more. It just didn't really click for me that chasers wanted me as I am and did not consider my size and shape to be an inconvenience or impediment, but something they, bless them, liked for its own sake. Is that clearly said? When we were together, I never really grokked that all the parts of my appearance I had been trained to dislike the most, were in fact advantages and a turn on. Seems obvious that if they were after me, they wanted ME, not an Olympics gymnast or diver, but that took a long time to soak in.

Fortunately, there are clubs and online dating sites, as well as special Events. Special theme nights at gay saunas also exist in the US. What happens in the rest of the world is more than I can report, and I no longer expect to get much in the way of thoughtful or useful responses with specifics from other countries where societies are more– or less-- open about sex and gay sex. A question months ago about rent boys and strait pickups in Europe and points
east, now increasingly on view in commercial porn, brought no answer.

Anyway, yeah, there really are chasers who are just like other guys only they would rather frolic with a great big chub than with their mirror image. It may or may not "take all types," but there definitely ARE all types.

"Big Eden" is sweet and has an interesting premise that was fun. And I think "Greek Pete" is brilliant. It purports to be a documentary, and does feature Peter (who gets a producer credit) and friends in real or semi-improv scenes, and it shows a slice of life among young gay London rentboys, more or less culminating when the title character goes to Vegas to collect his Escort of the Year award. An interesting look behind the scenes at a professional escort, a handsome man who is well paid to have sex for a living and is at the top of his profession as a result of hard work and dedication doing what he likes doing and genuinely wants to be the best at.

"Screaming Queens" is a documentary about the Compton Cafeteria riots in San Francisco where drag queens and others fought the same battle that – three years later-- made the Stonewall Inn famous. It's a piece of history that deserves to be much better known.

As others have noted, if you would name a few favorites to provide clues to useful suggestions, there may be more and better responses.

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Fresnopup is exactly on the money. I fell in love with a horndog who bedded every woman he could, sometimes several different per day.
He married three times, is credited with two children. When he died a year ago, none of the family, and I was the one who introduced him
to the mother of his kids, bothered to tell me. That was clearly a deliberate decision.

What I know is this. For all the pain and all the wrongs dumped on me, I loved that man more than anyone else ever has except, perhaps,
his actual blood relatives (two siblings survive but no parents). And whenever I think of how unfairly I have been misunderstood and outright
maligned for things that never happened, that love persists and is my reward. It has made me better, taught me the meaning of love. Love
is not love which alters when it alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove. It is an ever-fixed mark, as Shakespeare said, and
I am as steadfast as the Bright Star of Keats.

I do not need justification. I do not need forgiveness because there is nothing that needs to be forgiven. If I wanted to, I could tell stories,
show letters and photos, cause all manner of mischief. But I am at peace because my love makes no judgments about the man who brought
the world to my attention, who woke me from my narrow dreams of academe, and launched the entire rest of my life. I am grateful for
what he did, grateful for the depth and power of what we had, and still learning the consequences of my own doubts and fears in not having
taken certain opportunities I was too stupid to recognize at the time.

This is not written as justification or confession, but because that background love that is underneath all the rest of my life's comings
and goings, continues to be that most unwelcome of benefits, the dreaded Learning Experience. Love, sex, friendship, silence, patience,
acceptance all followed. There may have been easier ways for me to discover what it takes to love without needing to justify or fix
anything, without anyone even knowing that unlike everyone else in his life, my feelings have never wavered or diminished.

Nor do they run my life. This is an old story, though still emotionally present as much as ever. It has not kept me from travels, relationships,
carnal frolic and indulgence, or from romance. It was a rocket launch, a beginning, not an end or a closing down. Not what I would wish
on another, but it is what I have. He was a remarkable man, and no one knew the things about him that I know and will carry to my
grave. My feelings demand nothing from anyone else, and are a constant reminder of the best I am capable of.

As relationships go, I suppose it was a disaster, but the value of how that rocked and shattered my tiny world, lives on. And I guess I
feel about love that it is complete in itself and does not require anything, even acknowledgement. An interesting human problem, that.
It is not something earned or deserved. It is not transactional, a trade for favors or flattery. It is not because he had a big one or
was immortally sexual, or handsome, or smart. Looks can be lost, fame and money lost, even as we know in the age of Alzheimer's,
personality and memory can be lost and all the rest of health until life itself is gone.

Good thing none of those matters is required for love to exist and be real and persistent. And if love for an unattainable object is
what it took for me to get on the right emotional path, then that is what it took for me. The love of men is one of the great mysteries,
and the more so because it is rarely talked about. Men cry in the presence of other men, perhaps even in their arms, and they have
intimate connections that go largely ignored and unmentioned, just as if only women have special relations within their sisterhood
but "the dear love of comrades" is all butch-bluffing and macho postures and not the most sacred and rarely mentioned bonds that
link us in profound ways.

It is easy to think of sex for its own sake of pleasurable relief as if disconnected with emotion or human linkage, but it also is or can
be a manifestation of something deeper. In fearful Victorian England, the pure love of schoolboys for one another was romanticized
in fiction, but carefully separated from any hint of "beastliness," as if love were only an abstraction, and not a biological force like
the insemination instinct a man develops along with the necessary equipment.

Perhaps now that there is, at least superficially, less fear of full embrace of our feelings and lusts, that awkward restraint can be
replaced, and reading the poetry of WWI soldiers in love with their fellows no longer necessarily has to be taken as mere flowery
language rather than an attempt to express the genuine passion males normally keep secret even from themselves, as if conjugal
relations with women were the only valid means of action.

If you are not horny, there will be less tension. Fapping reduces tension. Pron encourages/facilitates
fapping.
Maybe your interest is because the guys around you are all good looking and sexually desirable. That
pressure can be reduced by having sex with people who ARE available.
That is why truckers invented gloryholes. It is why there are saunas and public parks open after dark.
And tea rooms for cottaging. And gay dating sites and hookup aps and gay beaches
and gay bars and gay parades and gay clubs for everything from cardgames to athletics.
If you knew that every one of your fantasy mates wanted to get naked with you in private, would you
still be resisting? Maybe the issue is not that they are unavailable to act on your
fantasies, but that you are afraid to act on them. One way to find out is for you to find a way to become sexually
active. There are places where gay men and strait men go to take
care of that interest. Find one of those places and go there. Chat someone up online. Answer an advert. Hire a
rent boy. Get some experience where you are comfortable knowing that
you can get someone off and enjoy having them do the same for you. Then, unavailable people will not
overwhelm the inconvenient propinquity because your need to seed will be reduced
and you can pay more attention to finding an available playmate.
Also, unless your country is different, there are weekends and holidays where one can travel. For
example, one can travel to the next town down the road where you are unlike to find
any of your friends and str8 mates in the gay bars and gay saunas and gay beaches and gay nooks and crannies
of parks in the dark. And people in that town will also have hookup aps
and be on dating sites but are pretty much guaranteed not to be the coxmen you drool over daily.
In Victorian times, there was enough of a class difference that scally lads and street people were
available for those who dare not approach their social equals. In extreme cases,
you could always go to Italy and find a friendly gondolier to share his favors. Sexual tourism is alive and well
today, too. Check out a gay travel guide and plan ahead.
The important thing is to relieve some of the pressure and start taking action with someone available
and appropriate.
They say a hard prick has no conscience, and that the difference between a str8 man and a willing
participant is a few beers. "Gawd was I drunk last night. I don't remember a thing."
If that is not a satisfactory level of human connection, look elsewhere. And, hey, here is an idea. What would
happen if you became really good, close, personal, confidential, trusting
friends with someone? Maybe you would find out about their interests and needs and goals and desires and
experiences. At a sufficient level of trust, maybe you could share some of
their openness.
A possibly useful question would involve their sexual experiences. When did they first fap? When and
how did they first fuck a woman? Did they have blow jobs first? Have they found
women who are good at blowjobs? Have they ever wondered whether a fag would be more skilled? Have they
ever wondered, even back in their puberty flowering confusion, whether they
were gay or might ever play with a guy? Lots of kids fool around. If they admit to such thoughts or curiosity, or
throw up all over the floor, you have a hint about whether and how to
proceed.
Anyone can get a hardon at any time, at least at your age, whatever it is. A man talking to a woman
beside him on the subway can throw a rod. So can horny men any time they are naked
or nearly naked at a pool, shower, or changing room. That does not mean anything except that you are healthy.
Maybe you can discuss how you are afraid to get a boner in front of yr friends because you are afraid that they
will Make Assumptions or laugh at you. Have they ever gotten embarrassed from being turned on? Have they
ever been caught in the solo act? Or caught/watched in partnered sex? Have they ever been watched or watched
someone else, perhaps a roommate who thought they were asleep?
Lots of ways to raise sex topics safely, and confident men do like to boast. I get more bitches than
anyone. My dick is bigger than your dick. I can cum a dozen times in one night. My
solo record is X times in a row. Maybe they have pron sites they know about that you do not and they would be
willing to share. A few drinks to ease conversation, a little time talking about the size of those hooters.
Maybe a threesome would be of interest, perhaps even a mate sharing the same girl. Or two couples sweating
noisily in the same room. Lots of things to explore when you are comfortable enough and secure enough to be confidential.
And, I'd be interested in knowing this, being a different generation born in repression and a world of
fear, how do yr mates feel about gays? We're everywhere in the media these days.
Even celebrities come out and still make movies and host television shows. How do yr friends feel about that?
Loathsome? Or who the f cares where someone puts their dick or tongue?
Any port in a storm? More pussy for the rest of us? Or, as Woody Allen said, it doubles your chances of dating on
a Saturday night?
Do they know any gay people? Have they ever had a friend come out to them and how did they react?
If they have not, is it because their queer friends are terrified of their
narrow-minded bigotry and judgmentalism or do they, unlike everyone else your age, not know a single guy who
likes guys? Have they ever thought how they would respond if
they found out a friend or coworker was gay? Or if some dude came onto them?
Lots of topics to explore, and my guess is that yr gen has different responses than mine did when we
were your age. In fact, I am all too aware of amazingly hot men who wanted me
to make a move, practically waved their hardon at me, and then went away frustrated because I didn't dare
believe or act on the invitation. That was my limitation, not theirs.
A warning in red on this page as I type says this topic is old, old, old. so there must have been
developments since the original question was raised. Have any previous answers
been helpful? Have you gotten it on with anyone since? Are you still celibate and frustrated? What's going on?
Men are physically capable of insemination and born with the equipment and instincts to follow
through. And unless you have some superstitious inhibitions or terrors, being a bit of a
lad and putting it about are what people your age are most inclined to do. So get with the program. And then,
maybe yr porn fantasies about possibly unavailable mates will fade into insignificance.
Doesn't mean you can't still look, though.
    Guess what all this amounts to is a number of possible discussion topics that might lead to you at least
being better informed about the feelings of your associates, or at least what they are willing to express in public.
Most everyone has done or at least thought of doing something, has wondered how it would feel, etc. You might
find things go better, in any direction, if you become socially closer, spend more time with someone, etc. And
you may be able to find out how they feel about the topics raised. If they boast about their conquests, you
will have information you may enjoy learning… and recalling later.
      The other suggestion I have really is equally serious-- find a way to have some sex with someone in person,
on Skype, on cam, on the phone, whatever it takes. Then, at least, the pressure of rank horniness is not the most
driving factor in your distraction.
      If you are afraid of personal closeness with males or discussing sex like everybody else in certain situations,
are terrified of being someone's wingman at a bar, or of course if you are afraid of actually having actual sex,
then you have other issues and the fixation you discuss is only a convenient cover for hiding something more
fundamental.

Angry Young Man has a locker room cam video that includes several men worth staring at as they lounge around comfortably naked being manly and idle together.
The young man with the word GEARBOX above his crotch is adorable. Not esp. hung, but fun to watch. And another man takes his large problem in hand and
shoots a splendid load while fantasizing about chick pix in a magazine on his lap. These are male animals in their natural environment, dressing, undressing,
and staying undressed. Also, showering, fondling themselves, pampering themselves, and looking absolutely at ease.

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They have lots of other videos on here, of course, but I thought this one was particularly rewarding.

30 Oct 2014. Reset modem. Rebooted pc. No luck. Not a hint of a suspicion of a sign of any connection. Oh, well.

The torrent located here:
https://www.gaytorrent.ru/details.php?id=33adc5a28900f647721e650ad4175fa33b844fb5246facc1

includes several Austin Wolf videos. It says there are 14 seeds, 4 leechers not, but nothing is connected. Don't have any
trouble with other torrents, but this one shows no signs of life on my client. A few days ago, I posted a note at the
above link asking for help, but no reply. Supposedly there are more people involved now than there were then,
but something is not working. Maybe it is me. If there IS something I can do besides beg and plead and rely
on the kindness of strangers, please tell.

Actually, no. See "The Creation of Heterosexuality," an eye-opening book. Heterosexual and Homosexual are modern terms for modern categories and distinctions that did not always have any meaning at all, back when people did what they did without insisting on slapping some limiting label on their portion of the vast array of human activities our flesh is heir to. And for that matter, "heterosexual" and "homosexual" are not just recent terms that come from discussions of pathology, they have actually reversed their meaning since they were introduced and now mean the opposite of what they originally did.

Socrates had his wife, Xantippe, but at least well into the Middle Ages, love and marriage had nothing to do with each other, had more to do with politics and finance and convenience than they did romance or lust, and "true love" was found elsewhere, if at all. It was not until the Goliards in France began mythologizing heterosexual love. Similarly, the idea that marriage was always and only between "one man and one woman" is plainly and directly refuted by the text of the Wholly Babble itself, where the love of David for Jonathan was beyond the love of women, and not condemned. Nor are the sins of Sodom what are popularized by the bigots who claim their god hates all the same people they do. Check out what the Main Character has to say about the sins of Sodom and not the lack of sexual content from Someone who is presumed to know.

While the begetting of offspring may have been the social norm at famous times in the past, or at least socially encouraged, whoever a man wanted to inseminate for pleasure or practice was another matter. Ancient Middle Eastern proverb from the days before manufactured hand-held fapping devices: A woman for duty, a boy for pleasure, but a melon for ecstasy. Portnoy famously raped some warm liver, and in movie we have seen a horny youth have sex in the kitchen with a baked pie, which at least avoids the problem of sticky gel-like strings of man goo stuck in your hair and confused with conditioner. To cite another recent motion picture from the Hollywood wet dream factory. What these surrogates all are, from melon to trademarked insertion object, are substitutes for hands, the source of most men's greatest amount of sexual pleasure, if not the greatest pleasure in and of itself.

The uninhibited, uncorrupted natural man takes his pleasure where he finds it and celebrates his ability to do so and to share that pleasure with others who willingly consent, and to hell with the limitations and artificial restrictions of labels. Old hippie lore: "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with," etc. We all work out accommodations for our innate drives. What the hell difference does it make where you put your dick? That is not a question about time, place, or manner, but where you put it. The rest, as the rabbi said, is commentary.

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Not all these videos are as good as the ones described in my extensive comment at that link, and one is unfortunately cut right before the action gets serious, but as a retired writer with more
time on my hands than sexual encounters, and more memories left than fulfilled dreams to come, I do enjoy playing with words and attempting to find a way to identify and define sex acts
and actors as vividly as I can manage to do by putting together sentences and descriptions of visuals I find truly inspirational, languaging what I breathe in empathetically as I watch and conspire
("conspirare" – breathe with) them in their blissful frolics.

But with no one to share such filthy summaries, such verbal fantasy interpretations as these generally do not get more readers than the author and I have no way to tell whether such self-indulgent
literary flights are puerile and purple embarrassments or (in my dreams at least) perceptive, poetic, and evocative translations that can serve a useful purpose. If there is anyone who cares to
comment here on what I have written there, your amiable remarks would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you, ivanunss, that's what I think. I don't care if there ain't much, but whatever there is, I want access to it all.

What movie are you quoting?

Pretty solid consensus, which I hope you take seriously. Emotions are, by definition, not rational, so no need to attempt to defend
them rationally. If yr not interested, yr not interested. Period.

Interesting that you are not, by yourself, sufficient for his erotic satisfaction. Is he playing the field and wants you to join in? Wants
your permission/approval? If playing without yr permission/approval, is he putting your health/life at risk from dishonesty?

Does he have any particular third person in mind? Who would get to choose?

Thanks for the kind word. I'm sure we all hope things work out well, whatever happens, and that you WILL keep us updated.
How old is the daughter?
If he gets veto power over your dates, do you get veto power over his?
Are you each allowed to bring home a partner and have sex with them? The daughter is cool with that?
He gave permission for you to photograph him naked and having sex?
Do you find him attractive, sexually desirable? If not, and he feels the same about you, then there is less problem or issue
than if either of you fancies the other.
You might actually and directly ask how he would feel if you told him you lust after him or really would like to have sex
with him. Perhaps (yeah, right) he'd be happy to have you provide benefits to accommodate those times when he is doing
without a partner to penetrate. Perhaps you could deal with the whole thing VERY directly by saying, for instance,

"Yeah, not only do I like you and value our friendship, I think you are hot and sexy and desirable and I think that might be a distraction,
if only because I'd be afraid it will distract you even if I become seriously coupled and have set such thoughts/interests aside. Amd
while I'm glad you don't mind that I have watched, don't think I'd be comfortable having you watch me or listen to our moans and
groans. Anyway, why don't we set aside some time and just, you know, DO it and get it out of the way. If we love it, great. If it
is uncomfortable, so it is. And it can even be FABulous but, with the curiosity removed, only a one-time thing. Which means it is
safe for us to get drunk together without worrying about stepping over a line."

Having spent too many years being repressed, I'm well aware that in the US, society is thoroughly sexually repressive, even though
it becomes more and more blatant about what is still Officially forbidden. Why, we have an entire mainstream religion that seems to
think the entire reason their Savior showed up was so that we could righteously stone fags and murder "baby killers" because to love
the one true god you must be completely judgmental, fight for public prayer, and ignore commandments 1-10. Some people would
think the message of their faith is to love their god completely and serve him in the form of serving and comforting (feeding, clothing,
etc.) others.

But we now know compassion and empathy are sins promulgated by the Father of Lies, and the real purpose of religion is to help you
hate all the same sinners that god hates. "Vengeance is mine," saith the Kristian. (with a K= the way Krab indicates fake crab). And
it's bad enough to have a friend who is not opposed to "the disgusting and abominable crime against nature," but what if one of Those
perverts moves in with you and starts to corrupt your daughter? Huh? What about that?

Can even the most unsexual friendship survive such intolerance and prejudice? Maybe elsewhere, but what about in the Land of the
Free, blahblahblah?

Took me more than a dozen years to get hair south of my upper lip, and I've always treasured it. Naturally big pubic bush or tiny,
untrimmed backdrop for the vital appendages, that makes a man look like a man, not someone trying to make their dick look
bigger and not someone trying to deny having been through puberty and hoping to be taken for a girl. If you got it, flaunt it. And
if you don't got it, relish what you do have.

But that's just me, I suppose. I didn't use to like a beard on a man either, but now scruff is almost universal, and grownups, sometimes
called adults, who have arrived at their full proportions, actual manly men who are not trying to pass themselves off as twinks, are
more and more attractive to me. Colby Jansen, Tommy Defendi, come on down! Show us what you do best so we can imagine what your
partners feel like when they benefit from being with you.

Over at Huffpoo this week, a news aggravator site I call the Clickbait Gazette for its persistent timewasting and contempt of the reader,
the head of their gay news department had an article on the buttcrack of singer Nick Jonas as shown in an interesting photo of the
very gay-friendly man with psychedelic abs. Noah Michelson says,

"I would like to at least raise the question of why hairlessness is the preference for so many of us and address the stigma that often comes with being hairy. And let's face it: Jonas isn't exactly hirsute, but I believe there is something radical about that patch of hair – however small, however innocent -- climbing out of his jeans in the pages of Flaunt. And I think it's worth pointing out and talking about, because this is how our culture begins to change -- one image at a time -- and because I want to celebrate progress -- however modest -- wherever I find it, even (especially?) if it's in Nick Jonas' hairy ass crack."

There is a light, natural dusting at the top of the crevice and fine, light feathering of fuzz at bottom of the spine, as shown in the photo.

That article, at http://www.huffingtonpost.com/noah-michelson/why-isnt-anyone-talking-a_b_5941380.html also links to a very interesting
interview with Flaunt magazine, never previously heard of by me:

http://flaunt.com/?utm_source=Nick+Jonas+Cover+Feature&utm_campaign=Nick+Jonas+Press+Release&utm_medium=email

It contains an interview and lots of very high quality studies of a body that could comprise the syllabus for a college course certain to
be oversubscribed.

After you oogle the man, what do you think? Is that a sexy look or do you want to bring a razor up to his room when you meet for
some private time?

My question about rent boy culture and discussion of our recent past, has apparently drawn no response at all so far. There are rentboy movies on this site, one of which is at this moment a FreeLeech documentary torrent. Maybe everyone is ashamed to let on they have any idea what I was asking about.

Fine. Be that way.

Now, riddle me this. Today, there is a "Suck Dick, Save the World" torrent up for FreeLeech at
    https://www.gaytorrent.ru/details.php?id=973fd40d8820f54a721e650ad4175fa32d324ebccd928a15 .

The description says, in part:

" For a true cocksucker, his mouth is an extension of the cock he's worshiping. The cock and the mouth are two parts of a perfect
male sex organ, each incomplete without the other. Connecting mouth and cock is the essential step, a basic fact of life for a man–-
like breathing and eating, a man has to suck or be sucked. It's a basic necessity, a male human right. And because it's a necessity,
it's political. Hence SUCK DICK / SAVE THE WORLD. Around the world, men are arrested and fucked with by police and religious
zealots simply because they do what a man's gotta do: get down on his knees and make the mouth-dick connection that keeps us
all alive and sane."

Guess we can tell what HE is passionate about. But is that just his idiosyncratic take on the matter, or is that widespread? Is it true
that "a man has to suck or be sucked"? Sex is a basic necessity, but only and particularly in that form? Hmm.

At best, all I know is how I feel, and I claim no special self-awareness. Also, feelings shift. But I have long been curious what it is
that motivates those who like to suck. Often those who penetrate are not interested in being penetrated, and vice versa. Surely the
evolutionary drive for preserving the species has to do with spreading fertile, abundant manseed as easily, pleasurably, and frequently
as possible, including actual m/f breeding, of course, but not limited to that. But what's up with those who just want the seed, not
to spread their own?

Some may fetishize the semen as having medical and spiritual healing properties. Recent articles in the general media talk about it
as an ideal face conditioner, an ingredient for recipes and cocktails, a boost to self-esteem, a tranquilzing drug wherever applied, etc.
Whatever. But there are also cocksuckers who go for the gusto and then spit it right out. What's the point of that? If you don't like
the taste or want to swallow, put a rubber on it and then you can claim your lips have never touched a dick.

Is it just the excitement of a man's climax, the sound and taste and smell of it? The intense convulsions, geyser eruption or drool, the
ragged, frantic breathing as pelvic rhythms grow erratic? A feeling of love or other emotional connection, perhaps the tightening balls,
the ultimate swelling of the shaft and gaping of the engorged cyclops eye and the way it leaks and releases its tension? Perhaps a
tender stroking of the head or gentle holding of the ears?

I don't know at all. It bemuses and baffles me to want to suck, to create an orgasm for a man through some mutual effort, a sort of
Vulcan mindmeld, where each feels the ecstasy of the other, equal parts of a whole. The conspiracy-- con spirare, to breath with--
of that effort. The concentrated attention, undiverted by 69 or other watering down of attention. Was it just poor weaning that makes
some people so intensely oral?

And are blowjobs "real sex" or, as shown in many movies, only a warm up to actually intimate sex acts involving penetration elsewhere?

Guys like to cum and need to cum, and most people don't get to do it nearly as often as they would like. Even with a partner, a man may
find he is eager to know more often in a night than his wife, gf, or bf. As an infamous activist once put it, "There's not a boy out there
who doesn't need a blowjob right now." And fortunately, there are people willing and even eager to provide that service. Again, I'm
baffled as to why, because it need not be prep for anal submission or to encourage anal submission by a thoughtful top preparing his
way for the greatest pleasure of all.

The human connection, touch, even if anonymous, even if the sucker may be male or female or is assumed to be female but ain't (ha
ha ha, what a good joke on the allegedly naive strait guy, huh?), is valuable and meaningful. Some fall in love with the cock and its owner
for at least as long as the act takes.

I dunno, I dunno. Lots of women hate male fluids and sucking hairy (or shaved) dicks. Okay, so they do not have one, do not know the
feeling, maybe are not as good at going down on a man as men might be (not that I believe all men suck better than all women). Even
they may like having a man go down on them and marinate in their juices-- just won't return the favor. Which is where a man can be
useful and satisfactory and quick in event of a horndog emergency at, say, the wrong time of month.

But none of this mumbling makes it any more clear to me why shoving my lips down a man's swollen shaft and bobbing against his
public bone while his bell end gets deeply massaged, and how hands and lips and varied motions of sliding and stimulating from end
to end... why should that be an obsession?

And to what extent is the video description, quoted above, in line with your knowledge and experience?

Thanks for the head's-up. Looks quite interesting, and about time someone took a look at the topic. Lots of raw data out there,
Bobby Garcia videos of str8 young enlisted men, mostly US Marines, and gay-for-pay guys in need of money, but the whole
business where we imprint as terrified pubescent horndogs on hot str8 friends because, at least long ago, there were no out
people, much less before college age.

So the picture looks quite interesting. Meanwhile, speaking of straits, check out these two stories from a few days ago. The first
involves interviews with naked men discussing their core interest, and the second is self-explanatory, though it's not exactly
as if the man's middle leg has not been rather abundantly documented in revealing outfits and previous film exposures. Will be
on Broadway in December, btw. And Maggie G. is live there as well. Makes me harken back to when John, Ethyl, and Lionel were
all on the Great White Way at the same time.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/10/04/dick-the-documentary_n_5929296.html

http://www.vulture.com/2014/10/how-to-see-ben-affleck-nude-penis-gone-girl.html

Also, too, there was a time when basically the only porn available to see a dick in involved a woman. Maybe that is why some people
look at these st8 horndogs and think how exciting it would be to see them having their preferred sex with a preferred partner. Straight Guys
for Gay Eyes addresses some of that, but what with the now mandatory money shot, the full act of penile penetration and movement to
uninterrupted climax for the pleasure of the couple and not the eye of the camera, that may be a safety issue like the use of condoms–
which, again, don't get filled in place, but whipped off at the moment of greatest possible distraction.

Frankly, I think there are nowhere near enough videos of performers in gay porn living it up with their chosen girl. That does not "prove" they
are straight, but it can show what they normally do when not being paid to perform.

The kind of thoughtful and wise comments in this thread are exactly what helps the world and the people in it.

Maybe he just wants to be friends, but with jealousy and cocktease. Does he think you'd like to suck his dick? Jack off with him?
Watch him have sex alone with himself or online while you watch (such as, watching him with another)?

If he thinks you'd like these things, does that freak him out? What would he say if you explained, "I really like you and I
think you are hot and I would be completely frustrated and screwed up being in constant contact with the man who sleeps
in the same apartment/house and gets naked in the shower and puts his dirty undies in the wash and freaks out when I even
look– or lets me look and lets ME freak out."

What effect does he think his body and sexual needs/interests have on you? If yr not physical together, does that stop either
of you from dating/sexing others? Bringing them home for noisy sex without the roommate? Is the connection something that
would interfere with either of you having another relationship? Or is this a "safe" way of avoiding all that messy emotional stuff
and inconvenient wet spot?

If you are an out gay man and he is an out straight man, what will his strait friends think about him shacking up with you?
Does he care what they think? Do they already think he's getting some relief from you, even if Your friends do not think so?

Perhaps you could have a talk about your sexual histories. When did he first get some pussy? What is his favorite position?
Has he ever had any sexual contact with a man? Has he ever wanted to? Would he invite you to a threesome with a woman?
More generally, how confident is he about his body and using it and being seen doing so? A man who may like flashing his
giant schlong in the lockeroom and boasting about his conquests and prowess and staying power may also completely freak
at the thought of any such revelations being made to a man who is interested in his manhood for other reasons than
bluster. "Hey, everyone, I'm a stud. Look at this. HEY! What are YOU looking at?"

Somehow, I get the anger as an acceptable emotion that can hide other things, such as what he really wants or is afraid he
wants. Or is afraid you want (or do not want) from/with him. But it sounds as though maybe he can send you a dick pic for
him to lure a female for copulation, but may not be willing to have you respond with the kind of interest he wants a woman
to have. And it sounds like The Sex Talk has yet to occur.

Lots of gay guys have emotional attachments to close strait friends, and vice versa. Some strait men are sufficiently
confident that they will poke anything that feels good. Others recoil in horror because that would "mean" something
unmanly or wrong. Okay, I will move in with you, but let's be clear, I want to provide all the sex you do not get from a
woman. Just filling in whenever you want it, and you'd better want it a lot.

Worse, sounds like maybe you'd like him to stick it in yr butt. Now that might make a guy freak out for sure. Hey, I'm no
f.... I will do that for a woman, but not for a man. And don't get any ideas that you're going to degrade me into being a
fem in bed. Or touch your dick. Okay, I might touch it if I get carried away, but don't get any of that nasty stuff on ME,
you hear? And if I spooge in a tissue, you better not pick it up later and do something disgusting with it.

No, seriously. Forget whether he thinks yr gay, whatever that means. Writer Gore Vidal believed a man does what he does
and if it's gay sex at one moment, then he's doing something gay. And if he's doing something else next, then he's doing
something not gay. It's all in the action. What action does your friend think you have in mind? If he is jealous of being
neglected now, how will he feel when you trick and he comes home drunk and without a pickup? All this about what HE wants.
What do you want? What does he think you want? What does he want you to want? What do you want him to want?

Lots of those things can happen without moving in together and keeping each other cruelly frustrated. Maybe he thinks things
will evolve to a place he wants but does not dare admit to himself or ask for. Dangerous currents for that voyage, with
a chance of hurricanes and typhoons.

Depending where you are and how you feel about "better living through chemistry," drinks and smokes and Empathetic pills
can increase volubility and emotional honesty. But don't you think it would be a good idea to sort things out while they
are still short of 24-Seven commitment?

One more thing. If sex is Not something that has come up as a personal matter for the two of you (together or apart/with another),
is that because you are not interested and afraid to lose him as a friend? I beg you, think carefully. He very possibly does
know you want his orgasms but even if he stands there with a pillar in his pants, won't do anything until you take responsibility
for your horniness and is just waiting. If you come on to him somewhere, some time, in a safe and private place, what would he
do? Attack? Flee? Say he's flattered but no, thank you?

If there is a shoe to drop, drop it. Have you ever been naked with him? Changing room? Showers? Speedos at a pool? Are you
allowed to look (as long as it is not mentioned or acknowledged) but not allowed to touch?

Something is going on here, but it's pretty clear you do not know what it is, and I'm betting you need to find out. And that will
take two brave men being serious about their lives. If he is not willing to be that open and honest, better find out now so you can
cut him loose (which he seems unwilling to do for you-- not a good sign, selfishness) and move on.

Ben351500 is exactly right, and beat me too it and said it better than I could have. Hit all the main points, too.

Look, if you are going to commission a work of art, pick something You like. It's about you, not about some random canvas
taking up space on the wall of a hipster cafe. Work with the artist. Go to some tatoo conventions even and see the range of
brilliant and creative stuff that is out there. If you want to wear words and can't settle on a tee shirt, at least find someone
who can spell.

Hiring someone to create a work of art requires consultation and discussion and planning, because buyer's remorse is a costly
and painful bitch. Make sure you know exactly what you are committing to. No surprises that will last the rest of your life.

Here's an idea. Why not find someone who can provide a temporary tattoo? I don't mean those little paper things that kids
put on with water or spit. I mean large, elaborate, very real looking body decorations that stay in place in the shower but
can still be easily removed when you want.

They will offer a variety of pre-existing options that you can try out on various parts of your body and you can have a whole
rotating display until you find what you like best, then go to a serious inksmith and consult about making that permanent, or
find out what suggestions they are inspired to offer as a result. Look before you leap.

Certainly the Disneyfication of Times Square turned the whole thing plastic, and whatever peep shows and theaters that exist in
the city, if any, have relocated. Maybe gloryholes are policed these days as well. But at least there used to be bars where horny
guys would gather to meet friendly older men for an evening. In Los Angeles, John Rechy called it "The City of Night," but there may
be no such place left on earth.

Did $20 in those days really turn into that much money today? No wonder some high school jock from Brooklyn or Queens could come
into town for a swift cash infusion to take his girl out later that same night. Did the plague really end all that and there really are no more
horny young guys in search of a quickie? Maybe there has been enough anti-repression in their lifetimes that it is easier and more acceptable
than ever to "just do it," but there seem to be a lot of men interested in at least getting blown by a man who knows how to do it.

And not all those who seem interested in experimenting or "doubling their chances of finding a date" on Saturday night are old men
so tired of not getting laid that they're willing to try anything.

Wish people who know about these things would spend some time explaining today's world to the rest of us.