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Lawrence Lessig's Personal Past and Supreme Court Future
Slyfox writes "Ever wonder how Lawrence Lessig became one of the most notable figures in the fight over free speech and intellectual property on the internet? Wired has an excellent article about Lawrence Lessig's life; it beginings with his start as a right-wing Republican, and continues by following the events of his life through law school, contributing to the Microsoft anti-trust case, and becoming a top cyberlaw expert. The article describes both his successes and failures, and it forshadows Lessig's biggest challenge yet: arguing Eldred v. Ashcroft before the US Supreme Court in October."
My wife had a friend at work who was gay. He kept asking her to bring me to his place to have dinner with him and his partner. It was getting so it was embarrassing if we kept making excuses so I reluctantly agreed that we should make a date. I wasn't homophobic in any way, it's just that I didn't really want to be spending all night in what I thought would be a camp and shrill environment. I guess the image in my head was one of the Village People at home.
.when I withdrew my still raging hard cock.
How wrong I was. Michael opened the door to the beautiful apartment where he and his partner Chris lived. Michael was a little shorter than me with close cropped black hair and a twinkle in his eye. My wife instantly launched herself on him and smothered him with kisses - they obviously got on well at work. He smiled at me and shook my hand, "Hi Dave, Janie's told me so much about you." At that moment Chris came out of the kitchen to greet us, he'd been preparing our meal for the night and was wiping his hand on a towel. He was a handsome guy, tall with blonde hair and obviously well built. I remember a thought flicking into my mind that Michael had lucked out with this one. "Hi Janie," he pecked her on the cheek, "hi Dave," he leaned over and did the same to me. I felt my face flush red and stammered, "Hi Chris, good to meet you."
"Oh sorry, I forget myself when I'm in my own home," he smiled, "hope you'll forgive me for kissing you."
"Don't worry Chris," Janie squeezed my hand, " Dave doesn't mind.
We all went into the living room and Michael opened a bottle of wine. I finished my glass quickly, a little nervous about being in the inner sanctum of these two very gay guys. Michael sat chatting to Janie about work and I tried to appear relaxed while I tried to think of something to say.
"So Chris, you look like you work out." Shit. Why did I say something as crass as that, I felt my face reddening again.
He didn't show any notice of my clumsiness. "Yes I do, but not in the conventional sense, have you heard of isometrics?"
I said that I'd heard of it but didn't know what it was.
"Here, I'll show you." He stood up and beckoned me to the center of the room. "What I do is use my muscles but don't push against anything but the air - watch." He crouched and did what I'd call a bench press with one hand." Put your hand here," he took my hand and placed it on his chest, then sensing my nervousness', "don't be shy, your wife's here I'm not going to do anything bad."
I laughed and relaxed my hand on his chest as I felt his muscles harden.
"So what happens is that if I do this slowly and with enough force it's like lifting weights without the possibility of straining myself. Here, have a go."
He made me stand in the center of the room and try the same movement. I glanced over at Janie, feeling a little foolish but she was deep in conversation with Michael. I felt Chris move in behind me and gently place his hand on my chest. "Now, push." I pushed out with my hand and felt what he was talking about. What I also felt was that he seemed to be closer to me than you would normally expect. Well I thought, there's probably a different code amongst gay men, best not react to it again and make a further fool of myself.
"Have a go with the other hand now," I felt him brush against my backside as he shifted position and put his other hand on my chest.. I found it hard to concentrate now. Something had happened as he brushed against me that had frightened me, I'd felt a faint stirring in my pants. I tried to close it out of my mind as I felt his hand press against my chest. "Now push," his voice was in my ear now, quiet but commanding. I pushed out and pushed my backside slightly back, faintly hoping to get another tantalizing brush but then feeling relieved when I hit thin air. I must have been imagining it. "Good. There, now you can work out without having to go to the gym," he winked at me, "unless you want to go for other reasons of course."
I sat down hurriedly to join in with Janie and Michael's conversation, gulping back another glass of wine and trying to act nonchalant. Chris went back to the kitchen to serve up the meal as if nothing had happened. Well, nothing had happened, just a stirring of something in my mind.
The rest of the night passed without incident and we eventually left for our own house. When we got there I didn't wait till we got to bed before grabbing hold of Janie and fucking her hard on the downstairs couch.
"Mmm, that was lovely", she nuzzled into my neck afterwards, "what was all that about Making sure of your masculinity after being with two hunky gay guys?"
I Laughed. "Don't be ridiculous. You know I'm not into that sort of thing."
Later that night I awoke with a raging hard-on. I looked over to see if Janie was awake but she was asleep with her back to me. I'd been dreaming about something and it still floated somewhere in my subconscious. I started stroking my cock and felt my balls tighten. Shit - I was almost close to cumming. What had I...oh yeah. I suddenly remembered the dream and saw Chris feeling my cock through my pants. It should have been a shock but I was so far gone the image made my hand stroke my rigid cock even more.. This was no good - I had to get to the bathroom incase I woke Janie up. I crept out of the bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. In the half light I could see my naked body in the mirror and with my dream images still fresh in my mind, imagined that I was looking at Chris and stroking his cock. This was just so strange, I hadn't felt this horny since I was a schoolboy thinking about my busty French teacher. I want to take his cock in my hand, I told myself, maybe even my mouth. With this thought, I felt my knees buckle and a jet of cum shot out of my cock and sprayed the bathroom mirror which was at least a foot away. That hadn't happened for a long while and I was surprised and a little worried that the though of another man could have that effect on me. I cleaned up and went to bed but couldn't get back to sleep. Did this mean that I'm bisexual? The thought had never occurred to me before.
As the weeks passed my concerns faded and I quickly got back into my normal state of mind. It was only one day when Janie phoned me at work that the idea came back to me.
"Do you remember Michael and Chris? Well, I know it's short notice, but do you feel like meeting me after work to go round their place. Michael's just been telling me that he's been learning how to use tarot cards and he wants to try his psychic skills out on me." She sensed me hesitating on the end of the phone line, "he said Chris will cook for us again. He's a great cook. Remember?"
"Oh, O.K." I said, trying not to sound too keen, "if you want to."
"Great, I'll leave work with Michael dead on Seven. I know you finish earlier, Mike says you can go straight round there, Chris wasn't working today and he'll look after you till we arrive. Do you think you can handle that?"
"Yeah - I s'pose so. Trouble is I worked through lunch and I was going to leave early today," I lied, "do you think he'd mind if I was even earlier."
I heard her shout something across to Michael and then, " no, Mike says that's fine, he'll be expecting you."
I put the phone down wondering what the hell I was doing. I could easily clear it to leave early but what was I expecting to happen? Oh well, I went straight to the bathroom to clean up, deciding that I'd go anyway.
Chris answered the door almost as soon as I'd rung the bell. Wearing a T-shirt and jeans and barefoot, he looked relaxed like someone who'd been home all day.
"Hi Dave, Michael said you'd be early, come in," he opened the door wider and smiled, "I wont try to kiss you today though."
I laughed nervously. "Oh, I didn't mind, honestly"
He took my coat and led me into the living room.
"I know it's a little early but would you like a glass of wine?"
"Sure," I sat down on the couch as he poured me a glass.
"I've just been doing my workout," he handed me a glass which I took a large mouthful from , "remember the way I told you?"
I said that I'd been trying the technique at home and the conversation wandered around the benefits of isometrics for a while. I felt awkward now that I was sitting there with him. Whatever had been in my mind, and I hadn't even properly formulated it myself, couldn't possibly have been in his. Here was an openly gay man in a steady relationship. Why on earth would he be interested in helping me find out if I was interested in sex with other men. I decided to just enjoy the company and wait until Janie and Mike arrived, which I now realized was quite a time away, probably an hour and a half.
"Have you been using the same technique for all your muscle groups," I realized that the conversation was still in progress and that I'd drifted out of it.
"Well, not really. I don't know how to."
"Do you want me to show you?"
"Sure, if you don't mind."
"No, of course not," he smiled, "as long as you feel safe here alone with me."
Was he flirting with me?
"Of course I do," I smiled, not knowing what message I was giving off.
"Here, let's stand up." Chris moved to the center of the room and I followed. "For instance there's this great one for your stomach muscles that you can do just by twisting." He demonstrated, twisting slowly as if against an unseen force. "It uses these muscles here," he patted his stomach. "When you do it you can really see them working. Do you mind if I take my shirt off?" Without waiting for an answer he took off his t-shirt revealing a beautifully firm body. "Now look," he twisted again and I saw his stomach muscles tighten. "Do you want to try?"
I was just standing there gawping at him.
He laughed, "what's up, come on have a go."
I twisted but nothing seemed to be happening.
"No look," he stood behind me and put his hands on my stomach, "twist but tense these," I felt his hands gently push at my stomach muscles. I twisted but I was fighting the fact that my cock had started rising as soon as he took his shirt off.. It wasn't fully erect but I was worried that he's see it.
"No, here let me show you again," he moved round in front of me and demonstrated again. He twisted round and I watched, trying desperately not to notice how good his body looked. My eyes flitted very quickly down past his stomach and I noticed - did I?, a growing bulge.
I think he saw me looking.
"It might be easier if you take your shirt off."
This said like a challenge.
"Oh, O.K." I started to unbutton my shirt, telling myself, this isn't what you want it to be, he's just showing you a new work-out technique.
"You seem to be enjoying this." Chris's eyes were now firmly on my semi-hard cock.
"Oh" I didn't know what to say. With his eyes now in it, my cock filled quickly until it was bursting at the buttons of my jeans.
"Do you want some help with that?" he moved tentatively towards me, and sensing my fear, "don't worry, I won't tell anyone if you don't" He reached out with his hand and brushed it against the fly of my jeans.
I didn't say anything, just stood there, not sure if I should, but wanting him to unbutton my fly more than I'd ever wanted anything before.
I felt the pressure of his hand now, more forceful than before. He stroked up and down the length of my hard-on and I let out an involuntary groan.
Chris took my hand in his and placed it onto the outline of his semi-hard cock. I felt it through his jeans and rubbed against it, feeling it rise quickly.
"Do you want to take this further?"
I nodded and he led me to the couch where he got me to sit down. I was pleased to be sitting, my legs were beginning to feel weak from the fear and excitement.
Chris knelt on the floor and unbuttoned my jeans. I'd left my underpants in my drawer at work, hoping that something like this was going to happen. My freed cock shot out and stood to attention in front of his face. It was already oozing pre-cum, which he lent across and licked with his tongue, looking up at me to make sure that I was still sure that I wanted this. I put my hands on his head and he got the message, I felt his groan of pleasure all along the shaft. as he took my cock into his mouth . His tongue wrapped around me to start the best blow job that I'd ever experienced.
"Oh Chris," my arse bucked as I fucked his mouth, "that feels fucking amazing!"
He worked my cock till it felt like it would explode but then stopped, taking it out of his mouth and holding it throbbing in his hand. I sat squirming, looking at him smiling up at me.
"Do you want to feel another man's cock."
"Oh yeah, oh God, yeah."
I hadn't noticed but he'd already freed his cock and had been rubbing it. He stood up and there it was in front of my face. It looked huge from where I was sitting, a good couple of inches bigger than mine and fatter. I grabbed it and felt it hot in my hands. I was so far gone, I didn't hesitate in engulfing it in my mouth. I sucked on it and worked my tongue around it in a fervour, cupping his balls in my hands. It felt amazing to be doing this, My own cock was aching to be touched again but I knew that I was close to cumming . Chris had his eyes shut and was slowly fucking my mouth, his firm buttocks gently pushing in and out.
Eventually, reluctantly he withdrew and looked down at me, his pulsating cock glistening with my saliva.. "I want you to do something for me, you don't have to but I'd like it."
I nodded eagerly.
He leant forward and whispered in my ear, "I want you to fuck me."
Was this going too far? I just didn't care, my cock was more erect than I'd ever felt it before.
Chris got down on the floor on all fours, his firm ass pointing up waiting for me. I lost no time in guiding my cock against his asshole. It felt tight, even hurt a little.
"Now push," he gasped and I pushed, feeling my cock suddenly bury deep into him. He let out a deep moan. "Fuck me, fuck me like you'd fuck a woman."
I slowly started moving and it felt wonderful, so dirty, my cock was ready to explode. I couldn't stand it any longer, I started to pump in and out of his naked ass harder and harder, my balls slapping onto his buttocks, my cock burying deep into his warm hole. He was moaning and begging me to push harder. I felt my cock spasm and then the long awaited release. I pushed deep into him in orgasm and pumped so much cum up him that it started to trickle down the back of his legs
He turned and kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth. I reached down and felt his cock which was dripping with cum. Looking down at the floor I realized that he hat shot all over the floor when I was fucking him.
"That was great. Want to do it again sometime?"
"Oh God, yeah." I replied, meaning every word of it.
The trouble is that he and Michael moved not long afterwards down to Cornwall and I never got to see him again. I often think of my experience when I'm having a wank but I've never dared to try to re-live it.
Maybe one day.
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The Boy Who Watched the Same Movie Over and Over
By MightyTroll, Section Stories
Posted on Mon Mar 4th, 2002 at 20:26:38 CST
It was 3:00 am, early Sunday morning. Billy sat up, half slumped on the couch, his eyes wide and bloodshot red. He had been watching the movie Platoon for the 17th conesecutive time now.
This was not healthy, but he did not care. He was not sure how such a helpless addiction to a movie could just happen like that. Niether did his parents.
"He could be wearing womens clothes and getting into gay porn", His father would always say.
He sat there just staring at the screen, a half-smoked cigarette lay between his fingers with a long trail of crooked ash resting, waiting to crumble. It was like his sanity, there but waiting to collapse. Billy was just about ready to nod off when he recognized the scene leading up to favorite quote of the whole movie. He had to make it through this one last scene.
Gardner, one of the new recruits just in from the world, just got fragged in a firefight. Junior had fallen asleep on his watch and was trying to blame it on Taylor, the main character.
"You all take a good look at this lump of shit, remember what it looks like", Sgt. Barnes proceeded to grumble out.
An evil smile slowly cracked out on Billy's face.
"You fuck up in a firefight and I goddamned guarantee you a trip out of the bush - in a body bag!", Barnes growled angrily.
Billy's eyes began to flicker with an intensity, his favorite part was coming up.
"Out here, assholes, you keep the shit wired tight at all times. And that goes for you, shit-for-brains. You don't sleep on no fucking ambush. And the next son'bitch I catch coppin Z's in the bush, I personally am gonna take an interest in seeing them suffer. I shit you not. Doc, tag 'em and bag 'em. ", Barnes raged, irrated.
He was huge, his eyes glowering down on the defeated troops. They stared down at Gardners fat, lifeless body, blood leaking out onto the jungle floor.
Billy awoke to his mother shaking him. It was early Monday afternoon. He felt horrible.
"Billy? Billy dear, why don't you go to school honey? You havn't gone in weeks", She begged.
"Fuck school, and fuck you."
"Honey, why don't you ever do anything constructive, all you do is just watch that silly movie."
"I don't have any friends, I never really did, mom."
"What about those nice girls down the street, I thought you told me you hung out with them all the time. In fact I saw you talking to them before."
"I was lying, Ma. I was just trying to impress you. In fact they make fun of me all the time, everyone does."
"Oh, don't worry honey. Mommy still loves you."
"I'm leaving", he started to walk away.
"Where are you going now? Don't leave me, we havn't talked for such a long time, Billy. Please stay with your mother", She said, tears welling in her eyes. "Where are you going?"
"Away ma, somewhere other then here."
With that he grabbed his empty, camoflauge backpack, slung it over his shoulder and headed out the door. His mother threw her hands up in the air, bawling.
Billy didn't really know where he was going or what he was going to do. The only friend he really ever had stole his girlfriend away from him. She was the only decent looking girl to ever show any interest him. After a while he walked by the local army recruiter's office. He was only 16 and the army would not take him yet. He had another miserable two more years until he could join up and start his life long career in the military.
He sat there, staring at the posters in the window of the office. The propaganda took an effect on him. A young GI with mean, squinted eyes in full camoflauge gear, jumping in the air. One hand on a rope and the other hand firing off an M-16.
"That's going to be me one of these days", Billy thought proudly.
And with that thought he headed home. Aimlessly walking down the side streets to his house. When he arrived he noticed that his parents car was gone. He was excited by this because it meant he could go to the garage and break into his fathers gun collection and play with them for a while. He went inside the house and saw a note taped onto the fridge:
Dear Billy, I have laid out a TV Dinner to thaw, just put it in the oven. I also picked up your favorite desert, you can find it in the fridge. Your father and I are going out for the evening. I rented a movie for you, hope you will enjoy it. I know these past few months have been difficult for you, I just want you to know your father and I love you very much.
Billy went over to the table, a copy of Gone with the wind was lying there. Fucking christ! This only made him feel so much shittier. His mother was so out of touch and it annnoyed him even more. His father just sat around and drank PBR all day, ignoring him. He hated his parents so much.
Billy ignored the food laid out for him, he wasn't hungry, he never was. He went straight outside to the garage. A long time ago he had made of a copy of the key to his fathers weapon collection. He had found it while rifling through his fathers porno collection a few years ago. He was impressed that his father never caught him. Within minutes he was picking up and loading and unloading several handguns.
As he picked one up, he saw a flash and jumped to a start. He was shaking slightly and could hear Sgt. Barnes from the movie Platoon yelling. Interestingly enough he wasn't freaked out by the fact he was hearing voices in his head, but the fact that he recognized them as a character from his favorite movie, however what was being told was not in the movie itself.
"Billy you'd better get ready, the NVA is moving up from the east a couple clicks away. They're heading fast and aint stopping for shit. We need every swinging dick available to frag some dinks by nightfall or we'll all be in a world of shit. You hear me Billy?
Billy heard him alright. He smiled and looked into the mirror. He didn't see his ratty jeans and New York Yankees t-shirt with his old chuck taylor all-stars. What he saw in that mirror was him in full vietnam era infantry dress. His hat he wore showed in the mirror as a helmet. The nightstand in the garage also appeared to him as Sgt. Barnes himself. He spun around to the nightstand and still saw Barnes, speaking again.
"Well what are you waiting for Billy, get your shit and let's go".
Billy let out a yelp of excitement. He wasn't in a small Indiana suburb, he was in Viet-fucking-nam, 1968. He hastily loaded up his fathers M-16, a Colt, and he even found an old hand grenade. He saw Barnes stride right out of the garage and into the backyard.
Billy's house was on the edge of a wooded area. Through his vision he saw a jungle. Dusk was now falling and Billy Jenkins was now ready to defend his country. When he was locked and loaded he ran into the dense 'jungle', following Barnes.
A few moments later, as he was croutching behind a bush, he saw a couple of neighborhood kids playing about 20 meters in front of him. They were searching for a baseball they had lost. One of the kids exclaimed in joy as they found it and began to run off toward his direction. This was Billy's moment. He saw two Vietcong regulars on patrol, in fast stride coming at him. He quickly popped up out of the bush and pegged the first kid twice in the head, and without hesitation hit the other one 3 times in the chest. They both fell over instantly, dead.
"Hit the claymores! The claymores!", Billy yelled with excitement. He now saw soldiers around him grunting and firing. Explosions in a chaotic scene, it was pure hell and Billy loved every minute of it. Imaginary bullets flew past his head and he mustered the courage to put on his best war cry and charge forward, firing off several rounds.
Billy made his way through the jungle and came upon what he saw was a village that had several VC running around in panic. "We caught them in surprise!", Billy thought to himself. This village was actually a convienence store, a parking lot with several parked cars, and a tiny strip mall. Everyone had heard the gunshots and started to panic. Parents were grabbing their kids, kids were trying to find their parents or just run for their lives.
Billy emptied out a clip into the scene. Several VC were getting mowed down. Sirens started to wail, the police were arriving on the scene. He saw the rest of his company arive and join the firefight. Billy quickly reloaded and threw a grenade into the store. The unfortunate customers that were hiding inside didn't know what it was. They never got a chance to as it went off in an instant, killing everyone inside. He jumped into the store firing off rounds, hitting some of the wounded that may not have actually been killed, right in the head.
Several law enforcement officers were outside, taking cover. Billy didn't see the Vietcong anymore, he saw policemen. He saw the dead around him as well, a nine year old little girl with half of her face still in recognition. He was scared, he called out for Barnes, but Barnes wasn't there. His visions and voices of the movie he had so dearly loved had abandoned him in his time of need. The police started to close in, one rushed in, not certain if the kid who fit the description had blew himself up or not. In a fit of panic Billy pulled out his handgun and nailed the officer in the left temple. He dropped right away, lifeless, with a steady flow of blood spilling out on the floor. He noticed the other policemen fall back behind their squad cars. He knew it was only a matter of time he was dead. Without hesitation he put his mouth around the barrel and squeezed the trigger. Just as the hammer was dropping back he could see Barnes laughing at him, before he could stop himself it was too late. The hammer dropped and with that, the back of Billy's brains were painted over a generic cigarette display showcase.
I just heard some sad news on talk radio - Horror/Sci Fi writer Stephen King was found dead in his Maine home this morning. There weren't any more details. I'm sure everyone in the Slashdot community will miss him - even if you didn't enjoy his work, there's no denying his contributions to popular culture. Truly an American icon.
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