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of course it's easier to learn. it's a game invented for slopes, by slopes. White children have no problem catching on. we're talking about White games here, unless Slashdot turned into some sort of mud board over the weekend.
Sad news, Karol Jozef Wojtyla died today at his retirement home in Rome, after an assassination attempt. He was 84. Even if you didn't commit yourself to Lord Jesus Christ Our Savior and receive Holy Communion, the Body and Blood of the Christ, weekly, there's no denying his contributions to the African AIDS crisis. Truly a Polish icon.
I've always considered myself totally heterosexual, and never even considered a sexual experience with another guy. That was until I began surfing the net. I began to find sites like this and others which had stories and pictures posted of men enjoying other men sexually. I began to think about it more and more, and for the first time in my life fantasized about other men while masturbating. Since watching women masturbate was always my biggest turn-on, it only seemed natural that the thought of men masturbating might also excite me... I was right.
After almost a year of exploring on the Web and in MforM chatrooms, I knew that I somehow had to experience something in real life. But I certainly didn't want to do it with a stranger.
The person I looked to was my best friend Darl. I would soon discover that Darl fit the description of the type of guy that excited me from my on-line experiences. He was thin, with nice muscle tone, but not considered built, he had dark hair a nice tan and had a completely smooth chest and stomach and hardly any hair on his legs. Even though we had been friends since high school (now in our early 20's) I had never seen him totally nude. I was becoming increasingly curious.
Even though we're very close, I found it very difficult to bring up the subject. I did it as subtlety as possible; one day while surfing the net together I "accidently" stumbled upon the M/M stories posted on your page. I purposely went to the hottest ones and pretended to read them for the first time with him.
I kind of said very casually after reading them that I couldn't believe that they were actually a "bit" of a turn-on.(In reality I was ready to explode just discussing it with him). I asked him if he ever thought about sex with a guy, and after some initial denying it, he did confess to dreaming about it once in a while. I told him I thought it might be interesting under the right circumstances.
Well, the right circumstances came about a month later. We were at his house, it was a very hot day and we were swimming in his pool. I had just finished some laps and I crawled up into the floating pool lounge to catch some sun while Darl continued to swim. As I laid in the very hot sun, I began to watch Darl in the pool. I couldn't believe how much I was getting turned on watching his very smooth body slice through the blue water. It actually scared me a little, because I really didn't want to be bisexual; I love girls.
I couldn't resist the urge though; as he swam by me I extended my leg out, pushing it into his back, pretending to hold him under. I was just dying to feel his skin under my own, even if it was my foot. He swam out from under me and fought back, overturning my lounge bringing me into the water with him. We started underwater wrestling, and I purposely fought hard just to hold on to him. The smell of the chlorine on top of his skin was intoxicating. I was going crazy.
I knew I had to stop or I was going to embarrass myself. I broke free and got out of the pool, grabbing my towel quickly to cover the growing bulge in my bathing suit. I laid down on the lounge for a bit, but I couldn't get my erection to subside.
"Does being out in the sun too long make you horny sometimes?" I asked him.
He laughed, "yeah, of course it does. Hot sun always does ".
I got up from the chair and started toward the house, telling him I needed to get out of the heat. I went upstairs to his room, fortunately his parents were both working. In his room he had a VCR and I knew some x-rated movies. I put one in the machine and began watching it, my cock was so hard I was going crazy. The scene was a girl/girl encounter, but all I could think of was feeling his body in the pool.
"What are you doing?" he asked from the doorway
"I'm really horny, I told you."
"I can see that," he said looking down toward my crotch. "Just go take care of yourself in the bathroom." he said.
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Earth day. Big fricken deal. I'm a world class photographer and journalist, now I get to cover some tree hugging freak, and sing kum ba ya. Oh fricken boy. But my wife thought it would be fun, and we all know who the boss is. Did I ever tell you how much I hate Earth day?
"You do realize that your years of medical study will be useless...that is unless someone gets a splinter from hugging a tree." I said snidely.
"Hey, you always liked northern California, and besides, you might find big foot!" she shot back.
OK, there is a slim chance that might happen, but most likely it will be some hairy French woman. Don't misunderstand me, I have some French blood, but let's face it...
"This is going to ruin a perfectly good weekend." I mumbled.
"Excuse me? I didn't hear you." she shouted from the bathroom.
"Uh...I said, it's going to be a fun weekend!"
"Yeah, right." she said as she rummaged for something to wear. "And besides, it's only for the weekend. I promise I'll make it worth your time!" she added with a coy smile.
I hate it when she does that. I also love it when she does that.
The celebration was held at one of the tree hugger's spread. Apparently he owned several hundred acres and a bunch of cabins. Oh well, at least it gets me out of the office. The plan was we were to share a cabin with another couple, but at the last minute they had a change of plans. Some boring porno convention, or something.
The drive up was a pleasant change, and we talked about some of our past adventures with monks, Eskimos and natives. Time flew by and before we knew it, we were there. The big celebration would come tomorrow, but only a handful of guests would stay the weekend.
There was supposed to be four couples, and the hosting couple. Half of us had arrived, and before nightfall, the rest would be there.
Don and Linda, our hosts, met us as we pulled in, and pointed out our cabin. I felt more comfortable when I learned we wouldn't have to share our space with any one else. Right away, Don handed me a beer, and talked to me like I was part of his family. He and Linda gave us a quick tour of the area, and introduced us to the others. They knew all of our names, as if we were all old friends, and for a moment, I thought I might even enjoy this weekend.
The three guest cabins were identical, and fairly nice, but the main house...man! It looked like an over sized log cabin from the outside, but it was like a mansion on the inside. The top floor had two huge bedrooms, each with their own bathroom, and balcony. The main floor held the kitchen, dining area, and several large rooms, and down the stairs was not a basement, but rather a play room with lots of toys. Big people toys, and a full bar. This weekend was looking better and better all the time!
We were told that during the Earth day celebration tomorrow, the main house would be off limits to everyone except our group. They were expecting hundreds of people to show up, and thought it would be wiser not to allow them near the main house.
"The celebration is mostly for the papers...they want to show the world that some people care about the environment, so they come out, eat some food, take some pictures, and leave." Don told us, as we gathered on the porch of the big house. "They don't seem to care about the other three hundred and sixty four days, they just see it as a way to get out of the office." I could feel my face blush. It was just like at church, you know, the preacher is giving a sermon, and you just know it's directed right at you and nobody else. Oh well, I'm not going to feel guilty. This wasn't my idea, and besides, I recycle.
As we sat around and talked, I realized that all these folks were normal. They weren't freaks, they weren't young, or old, they weren't hunks or babes, they were just normal. None of them were unattractive, but there was something about them that was so beautiful. It might have been attitude, or maybe it was the fresh air getting to
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of course it's easier to learn. it's a game invented for slopes, by slopes. White children have no problem catching on. we're talking about White games here, unless Slashdot turned into some sort of mud board over the weekend.
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Sad news, Karol Jozef Wojtyla died today at his retirement home in Rome, after an assassination attempt. He was 84. Even if you didn't commit yourself to Lord Jesus Christ Our Savior and receive Holy Communion, the Body and Blood of the Christ, weekly, there's no denying his contributions to the African AIDS crisis. Truly a Polish icon.
we'll find out
don't get all emo on me, man! i have nothing against GNAA, i just figured i'd spike an FP in your face.
as you can see by looking up a few screens, i got served.
--sa
I've always considered myself totally heterosexual, and never even considered a sexual experience with another guy. That was until I began surfing the net. I began to find sites like this and others which had stories and pictures posted of men enjoying other men sexually. I began to think about it more and more, and for the first time in my life fantasized about other men while masturbating. Since watching women masturbate was always my biggest turn-on, it only seemed natural that the thought of men masturbating might also excite me... I was right.
After almost a year of exploring on the Web and in MforM chatrooms, I knew that I somehow had to experience something in real life. But I certainly didn't want to do it with a stranger.
The person I looked to was my best friend Darl. I would soon discover that Darl fit the description of the type of guy that excited me from my on-line experiences. He was thin, with nice muscle tone, but not considered built, he had dark hair a nice tan and had a completely smooth chest and stomach and hardly any hair on his legs. Even though we had been friends since high school (now in our early 20's) I had never seen him totally nude. I was becoming increasingly curious.
Even though we're very close, I found it very difficult to bring up the subject. I did it as subtlety as possible; one day while surfing the net together I "accidently" stumbled upon the M/M stories posted on your page. I purposely went to the hottest ones and pretended to read them for the first time with him.
I kind of said very casually after reading them that I couldn't believe that they were actually a "bit" of a turn-on.(In reality I was ready to explode just discussing it with him). I asked him if he ever thought about sex with a guy, and after some initial denying it, he did confess to dreaming about it once in a while. I told him I thought it might be interesting under the right circumstances.
Well, the right circumstances came about a month later. We were at his house, it was a very hot day and we were swimming in his pool. I had just finished some laps and I crawled up into the floating pool lounge to catch some sun while Darl continued to swim. As I laid in the very hot sun, I began to watch Darl in the pool. I couldn't believe how much I was getting turned on watching his very smooth body slice through the blue water. It actually scared me a little, because I really didn't want to be bisexual; I love girls.
I couldn't resist the urge though; as he swam by me I extended my leg out, pushing it into his back, pretending to hold him under. I was just dying to feel his skin under my own, even if it was my foot. He swam out from under me and fought back, overturning my lounge bringing me into the water with him. We started underwater wrestling, and I purposely fought hard just to hold on to him. The smell of the chlorine on top of his skin was intoxicating. I was going crazy.
I knew I had to stop or I was going to embarrass myself. I broke free and got out of the pool, grabbing my towel quickly to cover the growing bulge in my bathing suit. I laid down on the lounge for a bit, but I couldn't get my erection to subside.
"Does being out in the sun too long make you horny sometimes?" I asked him.
He laughed, "yeah, of course it does. Hot sun always does ".
I got up from the chair and started toward the house, telling him I needed to get out of the heat. I went upstairs to his room, fortunately his parents were both working. In his room he had a VCR and I knew some x-rated movies. I put one in the machine and began watching it, my cock was so hard I was going crazy. The scene was a girl/girl encounter, but all I could think of was feeling his body in the pool.
"What are you doing?" he asked from the doorway
"I'm really horny, I told you."
"I can see that," he said looking down toward my crotch. "Just go take care of yourself in the bathroom." he said.
"But then I won't be able to see
look at it carefully.
look again asshole.
it is clearly a piece of visual verse, not prose. see those <ul> tags you stupid piece of shit dicksnorkeler?
I, for one, have never heard a pun involving the phrase "Open Sores" before. I also have AIDS from sex with gay men.
OOOH damn, lost to a classic. least i beat TK
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NetBSD pride, nigga
Also, I can see how Open Group would hold onto Motif for so long. IT's TEH BEST!!!@
Discuss.
FP btw.
jolly good.
They just legalized buttfucking!! Do you expect them to make spamming illegal anytime soon??
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can't get ENOUGH can you FAGGOTS??
right over here -- this is your "LOVER" --^^^ ^
and THIS HERE is your ASS about to get FUCKED ------|
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Earth day. Big fricken deal. I'm a world class photographer and journalist, now I get to cover some tree hugging freak, and sing kum ba ya. Oh fricken boy. But my wife thought it would be fun, and we all know who the boss is. Did I ever tell you how much I hate Earth day?
"You do realize that your years of medical study will be useless...that is unless someone gets a splinter from hugging a tree." I said snidely.
"Hey, you always liked northern California, and besides, you might find big foot!" she shot back.
OK, there is a slim chance that might happen, but most likely it will be some hairy French woman. Don't misunderstand me, I have some French blood, but let's face it...
"This is going to ruin a perfectly good weekend." I mumbled.
"Excuse me? I didn't hear you." she shouted from the bathroom.
"Uh...I said, it's going to be a fun weekend!"
"Yeah, right." she said as she rummaged for something to wear. "And besides, it's only for the weekend. I promise I'll make it worth your time!" she added with a coy smile.
I hate it when she does that. I also love it when she does that.
The celebration was held at one of the tree hugger's spread. Apparently he owned several hundred acres and a bunch of cabins. Oh well, at least it gets me out of the office. The plan was we were to share a cabin with another couple, but at the last minute they had a change of plans. Some boring porno convention, or something.
The drive up was a pleasant change, and we talked about some of our past adventures with monks, Eskimos and natives. Time flew by and before we knew it, we were there. The big celebration would come tomorrow, but only a handful of guests would stay the weekend.
There was supposed to be four couples, and the hosting couple. Half of us had arrived, and before nightfall, the rest would be there.
Don and Linda, our hosts, met us as we pulled in, and pointed out our cabin. I felt more comfortable when I learned we wouldn't have to share our space with any one else. Right away, Don handed me a beer, and talked to me like I was part of his family. He and Linda gave us a quick tour of the area, and introduced us to the others. They knew all of our names, as if we were all old friends, and for a moment, I thought I might even enjoy this weekend.
The three guest cabins were identical, and fairly nice, but the main house...man! It looked like an over sized log cabin from the outside, but it was like a mansion on the inside. The top floor had two huge bedrooms, each with their own bathroom, and balcony. The main floor held the kitchen, dining area, and several large rooms, and down the stairs was not a basement, but rather a play room with lots of toys. Big people toys, and a full bar. This weekend was looking better and better all the time!
We were told that during the Earth day celebration tomorrow, the main house would be off limits to everyone except our group. They were expecting hundreds of people to show up, and thought it would be wiser not to allow them near the main house.
"The celebration is mostly for the papers...they want to show the world that some people care about the environment, so they come out, eat some food, take some pictures, and leave." Don told us, as we gathered on the porch of the big house. "They don't seem to care about the other three hundred and sixty four days, they just see it as a way to get out of the office." I could feel my face blush. It was just like at church, you know, the preacher is giving a sermon, and you just know it's directed right at you and nobody else. Oh well, I'm not going to feel guilty. This wasn't my idea, and besides, I recycle.
As we sat around and talked, I realized that all these folks were normal. They weren't freaks, they weren't young, or old, they weren't hunks or babes, they were just normal. None of them were unattractive, but there was something about them that was so beautiful. It might have been attitude, or maybe it was the fresh air getting to