The ties that bind or does pederasty get your goat?

I hate getting nagged to post on JUB (another porn/social network site) but once I get started I end up writing a page that worth blogging (for myself). JUB is great (Yahoo 360 could take a lesson for some of its feature) but it's code of conduct (making its profit) sometimes gets under my skin. Well. I guess, I should be grateful -- but the site would not be worth it (still free -- at least for a while) if it weren't for the contributors (both commercial and individual). So is here mine... (As it a blog were not enough). I should be grateful even more to Yahoo -- so I'm reposting it here. JUB doesn't yet offer RSS feeds from its blogs.






Back to topic: Ever had sex or ever wanted to it with a family member?
I have a brother who's about three and half years younger. So when I reached puberty (13 - 14) and discovered masturbation, I kept it a secret from him because he was just a kid and not interested in sexual things (yet). Although I was turned on by the idea of playing around with boys and with him, I didn't really act on it -- except when he was sleeping a few times. One couple of nights, while he was sound asleep, I'd take his hand and wrap it around my cock and beat myself off with it. It was a pain cleaning up the cum. (so I didn't really make it a habit -- also he could wake up).

It was a little different when he was reaching puberty. We sort of played around a little - looking at each other erect cocks and touching each other -- maybe that was just once. Something held me back from doing more. I never ejaculated with him watching or sucked him or he me. But I was interested in his friends - especially one who was slightly older and maturely more quickly. His name was Danny. We'd do the pre-teen boy thing --going swimming, or building forts, and still one of my favorites until this day -- camping in each other backyards and inevitably there be the sex talk and the comparing cocks and seeing how much pubic hair was growing.
Of course, I was older than the other boys (they were about my brother's age) and 'the winner' is the early macho 'contests' but it was probably because I was chicken to do so with my own agemates. I always felt a little less developed than my own peers. So it felt more comfortable / self-esteeming building to be admired by this younger crowd. Once we tried to try out what 'fucking' might be like -- there was not penetration, but Danny seemed to be keenist to try it out. He'd already started puberty - and would reach sexual maturity a year or so ahead of other boys of my brother's class/age. We ended up naked in the tent, one would pull his dick down and back - sort of hidden like it was a mons pubis and the other boy would lay on top and put his cock between the space between the other thighs.
Today we call a variation on this 'frottage' - although we did progress to ejaculation, I can remember the feel of Danny body when I was laying atop him or him over me. It was a boyish game of sexual experimentation -- that my younger brother witnessed, but out of some inborn sense of propriety, he and I never tried it while in front of the other boys. Danny's younger brother was among the kids in the gang too and likewise, he never did anything with his brother (at least not in front of us).

That's enough Kelly, and stop stop reminiscing about innocence lost .. OK, OK!
From a previous post on another JUB thread:

There is a publication, Handjobs Magazine, devoted to these kinds of stories, supposedly some of them are true. That must be one for the attractions -- the allure of reality. If you have bought ones at an erotic bookstore, it tells how to get at the older issues on their website:
http://www.hjmag.com/handjobs/

Whether fiction or not, most of the stories involve sex between men of very different ages - whether or not they are related by family seems to be an added thrill. A constant theme seems to be 'making a man' out of young guy by an older authority figure - his dad, or uncle, or coach. Personally, I find the fiction terrifically exciting - although like many guys have said on this and similar threads, my dad is the last person on the planet I'd want to have sex with. But, somehow the dad of the boy-next-door seems to be irresistibly hot in all these stories - maybe a case of fantasy (fiction) being more erotic (and truer) than reality.

Now I have finally tracked down the full URL for HandJobs Magazine , thanks to John_W (the ubiquitous JUB host 'cum' moderator (that's Latin - not semen although I am sure he bathes in it from time to time <grin>

So if you interested in gay family sex or male incest or Greek love (older man-young man), then you can enjoy both the art work of numerous artists who illlustrate these older man with young man (--- uncle/dad/coach/priest/cop and young newbie/virgin twink --), and also quite few of these types of stories can be found in the Readers Forum.

http://www.hjmag.com/handjobs/

Enjoy (or perv out) --- whatever turns you on (or off)...

Kelly (sunbuns)

Shared father-son fantasy - interesting revelation by a friend

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Coach's Office by Roy

Coach's Office by Roy by sunbuns99 April 20th, 2008, 03:03 PM

Coach's Office By Roy (original story formerly available on BadPuppy; photos were added separately by me) The mid-afternoon sun was beating down on my back the duration of football practice, and I was in no mood for Coach Smith's continued yelling about my slacking off today. He finally crossed my last nerve and I told him I was doing the best I could. He stormed up to me and said that he was sure he could adjust my attitude. He ordered me to run 10 extra laps at the end of practice. By the time I finished the extra laps, the rest of the team had already left. The locker room was empty. My shoes made a clicking sound on the tile floor as I crossed the locker room towards Coach Smith's office. I nervously knocked on the wooden door, the sound filled the locker room. From behind the door, I heard the power in Coach Smith's voice as he ordered me into his office. "It took you long enough to finish those laps", he barked. The anger in his voice caused me to fear this man for the first time. "I am sorry for the trouble I caused today, Sir", I meekly replied. " Oh, you will be sorry, young man", Coach Smith said in a low angry voice. He slowly opened the top left drawer of his disk. He removed a large clear Plexiglass paddle. As he swung the paddle back and forth, the air whistled through the holes that had been drilled in the paddle. With each swing, I began to sweat. He then removed a well worn leather batter's glove, he slowly put his large hand in the glove, adjusting the fit until the leather was like a second skin on his large hand. He slowly walked around his desk and went to the door and turned the lock. The sound of the lock filled the empty locker room and filled me with a feeling of anticipation. Coach Smith stood behind me and placed his massive hands on my shoulders, "It's time we started with your attitude adjustment, young man", he said. He ordered me to stand with my hands on his desk, "You must be kidding" I asked. "Either do as I say or you're off the team" he barked back. I slowly stood He jerked back the wooden chair that I had been sitting on. I bent over, placing my hands on the desk. Coach Smith rubbed the Plexiglas paddle over the center of my ass. I heard the air whistle as Coach Smith took the paddle back, the anticipation of the blow filled me with strange sensations; both of tread and excitement. Coach Smith lingered with the return blow, he seemed to sense my anticipation. He said nothing as his powerful arm brought the paddle down against my upturned ass. Even with my practice pants on , the blow sent a pain through my body, my knees almost buckled. I heard the whistle as the paddle as he readied for the second blow. My body tensed as the blow was delivered. With each blow the pain increased, and so did the strange sensation of excitement. Coach Smith delivered ten hard blows to my backside. As Coach Smith walked around his desk, I straightened and started to turn toward the door, " Where do you think you are going? We're not finished" he stated loudly. My heart almost stopped when Coach Smith ordered me to remove my practice pants. I started to refuse, but before I could, he informed me that the punishment would worsen the longer he had to wait. My hands trembled has I unlaced the front of my pants. I slowly removed my pants and placed them on the wooden chair. I stood before Coach Smith with just a jockstrap and a jersey on. Strangely my body began to tinkle with the anticipation of the pain that was surely to come. Coach Smith ordered me to return to my position over the desk. Coach Smith stepped behind me and slowly ran his hand over my burning backside. As his fingers touched my ass, I became strangely aroused. Coach Smith removed the wide leather belt from his pants, I heard a cracking sound as Coach Smith snapped the belt together. My body trembled and I started to feel a burning in my groin. The first smack of the belt on my scarlet ass sent my body jerking forward. Coach Smith grabbed the back of my jersey and brought the belt down against my ass. With each of Coach Smith's powerful blows, the stinging pain of my ass brought my cock to stiffness. When Coach Smith finished, my swollen cock pressed against my jockstrap, Coach Smith jerked me upright. I hoped that he did not see my swollen cock. I noticed a strange grin on his face. "I see someone enjoyed our lesson. Maybe I need to continue" Coach Smith said through a grin. He pulled me towards the wooden chair and laid me over his knees. He positioned my swollen cock over his own manhood. He started to rub my burning ass. H then raised his gloved hand and brought it down on my waiting cheek. First the left cheek, then the right. With each slap of his hand, I felt his cock press against mine. He continued to rub my ass between each blow. After an additional 10 slaps on each cheek, his hands started to explore my scarlet and purple ass. His fingers forced their way towards my asshole. This was the first time anyone had touched the inside of my ass. My body became aware of his probing fingers as he slowly pressed them into my hole. The pain of the spanking was soon replaced with the pleasure of Coach's probing fingers. "Breath deeply and relax", Coach Smith whispered in my ear, I took a deep breath as he pressed his fingers deeper into my body. I was soon aware that I enjoyed his probing and tried to open myself to him. I felt his hardened cock moving against mine. My body trembled. He removed his finger from deep inside my body. Sweat soaked my jersey. Coach Smith told me to stand. As I did so, I could see his cock pressing against his zipper. Coach Smith rose from the chair. His hand came up between my legs. He firmly squeezed my balls and cock. My body started to buckle, but Coach Smith held me tightly. "Ever had someone play with your cock before?" Coach Smith asked. "NO," I said through trembling lips, " Should I stop?" he asked. Again I answered no. Coach Smith slowly raised my sweat soaked jersey, exposing my hairless chest to the cold air that filled the room. My nipples started to harden. Coach started to slowly lick my nipples. He removed my jersey and brought his mouth over my hard nipples, his teeth barely touching my tender nipples as his tongue rolled against the tips. My body started to tremble from this new sensation. I pressed his head harder against my heaving chest. He unbuckled his pants. The sound of his zipper couple with my increasing moans of pleasure filled the office. Coach then removed his shirt. I was overwhelmed by the site of his nearly naked body. His sweat glistened on his smooth muscled body, my trembling hand reached out to touch a man's chest for the first time. The touch of his bare chest, sent a feeling of total joy through my body. I looked into his icy blue eyes. I wanted this man. He pulled my head towards his, he pressed his lips against mine. I felt his tongue trying to part my lips. I willingly gave in. His tongue explored my mouth deeper then any girl's I had kissed before. My hands started to explore his chest, my fingers caressed his nipples. I wanted to taste the sweat on his chest. I kissed and licked the area around his nipples. My first taste of another man's sweat was more intoxicating then anything I had ever drank before. Coach Smith pressed me against his desk, his hands slowly caressing my stomach. As he lowered his hands towards my swollen cock, my breathing started to become shallow. His hands played with the top of my jockstrap. He slowly pulled the sweaty straps way from my body. The chilled air touched my hard cock as the jockstrap dropped to the floor. Coach Smith's hands slowly made their way along my legs, his very touch sent electricity through my body. His hands stoped just inches away from my balls. I held my breath as his hand tenderly rolled over my balls. He caressed my cock. My knees buckled, Coach Smith caught me and layed me on his desk. His mouth slowly lowered over my cock. I felt the wetness of his mouth, his sharp teeth scraped the head of my cock as it entered his mouth. His lips pressed against my groin. The sensation of the suction of his mouth on my cock was like no other sensation I have felt before. I felt as though I would explode. Coach Smith continued to suck my cock and balls. His finger was again pressing against my waiting asshole. He stoped sucking my cock long enough to lick two of his fingers. He then returned his mouth to my cock and started to explore my ass with his finger. My asshole did not give way to his long finger. With gentle yet firm pressure, he inserted his finger into my hungry ass. Soon his single finger is replaced with both fingers. My moans intensify, I felt a sensation I have never felt before. Coach Smith sensed my pending explosion. He removed his mouth and fingers. He looked down at me and smiled. I watched as he removed his own jockstrap. I saw, for the first time, how large and hard his cock is. He started to stroke his cock, "It's time for you to lose your virginity" he said as he stroked his cock with force. He reached into his bottom drawer and took out a small tube of clear liquid and a condom. I stared at his cock as he slowly rolled the condom over the plump head of his cock. The condom covered his cock with a tight fit. "This will help," he said as opened the clear liquid and smeard it over his cock. He then smeared the cool liquid on my asshole, and with his finger, inserted some inside me. He pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, raising my legs high in the air. I felt the juicy head of his cock press against my asshole. He grabed my hips and pulled them towards him as he pushed his hard cock against my ass. I felt a pain like no other as his head made its way up my asshole. I let out a small yell as he entered deeper in to my body. I was filled with a pressure as his body presses against my upturned ass. He stoped and told me to breath. I feel him begin to remove his cock. As the head of his cock began to leave my body, he forced it deep inside my waiting hole. My body arched with the force of the pressure. He began to move back and forth like a piston. He pressed his body against mine. Our mouths met one another. I could feel his blood engorged cock as he fucked me, he started to fuck me harder and faster. He removed his cock from my body. His warm cum shot over my belly. He spread it gently over my stomach and then took my cock in his mouth, sucking harder than before. I soon felt the pressure of my cum rising in my cock. I pushed his mouth away from my cock right as it shot a load all over his cheek. I was afraid he would be angry. He wiped my cum from his cheek and kissed me gently on the mouth."I am going to need another attitude adjustment again real soon," I informed him. Coach smiled as he gave my wet ass a hard smack. Permalink: Coach's Office by Roy | Comments: 0 | Top

Vacation CMNM experiences with younger men

Vacation CMNM experiences

by sunbuns99

September 3rd, 2007, 08:21 PM

I had some great CMNM (Clothed Male Naked Male) experiences during my month of vacation travel in August 2007. They really aren't ones that would have much graphic or explicit content or anything like that... but they were certainly meaningful because I was able to make some great connections with people. For me, it's not enough just to be naked in front of strangers - that's easy enough to accomplish at a nudist beach, locker room, or clothing optional resort, etc.

I find it increasingly important to me if I can develop some kind of interaction - social - not even sexual with the guys I am nude with. I realize that this probrably says a lot about the nature of my own reasons or motivation for seeking out CMNM situations. I should eventually delve into that - I suppose. For me it not simply whether or not the guy is showing any interest in seeing my nude body or me his. It's much more satisfying when the clothed person and I (or if I'm clothed and he's nude) are engaging in either doing something together or conversing about mutal interests while one of us is nude.

Here is just a quick glimpse at my summer episodes... (as much for my own recall as for your entertainment ):

a) I stayed several weeks on the Big Island (Hawaii) so I had a chance to camp, go to a clothing optional resort, and get nude on a couple of beaches

b) I stayed at a hostel (same one as before) and had a wonderful time getting to know my bunkmates and people from adjoining rooms. There were quite a few opportunities to be naked or be clothed with naked during that 5-day stay. One of the most fun things was 6 of us going skinnydipping at Waikiki Beach after midnight (2 women and one guy remained clothed, 3 guys got naked). I had spent the whole time just dying to see those other two hunks in the nude so it was really cool being accepted in the camaraderie of guys being guys and getting to skinnydip with them in the end.
c) I meet up the next week with oneof the guys who stayed in that same hostel dorm room (he didn't go skinnydipping) but his bunk was just across from mine (both on the top) so I had an uninterrupted view of him sleeping and also he had the same of me - I sleep nude every night of course. I loved watching him put his hand down his pants and play with or 'straighten' his cock (supposedly while asleep). I made sure he got a chance to see me with a woody too several times a night (and at sunrise) - although he never acknowledged noticing. Because we were both returning (from Honolulu) back to the the Big Island, we ended up going together to the Puna area of the Big Island the following week- so I introduced to the delights of the 'naked Aloha' life. It was his first trip to a nude beach and at first he was reluctant - although he's the one who suggested going - but finally he got up the courage to shed all his clothes and even allowed me to take some photos. Later we camped out a Kalani so he got another chance to be naked on the clothing optional pool that evening. Of course, I slept naked next to him in the 2-man tent and I hardly got any sleep at all. The previous day we went to the natural steam vents (like an outdoor sauna made from lava-heated steam) and we got naked. A guy there was 'pretending 'to sleep and sporting a big hard on so that gave me and Koji a chance to talk later about dicks and erections when the other guy got up and left. I got several pics (and he of me) of our short few days together.

d) I stayed in Manhattan at the West Side Y and had quite a few chances to be naked with strangers. Guests can use the pool, gym and lockerrooms just like paid members. On my return trip thru NYC, I stayed at another hostel and also scouted out a few more where I might return on my next trip. I also spent several evenings at the West Side Club.

e) Some nudity at a couple public beaches lead to some sexual encounters -- I met a really nice Russian guy whom I mistook for straight until he keep coming up and trying to get peeks some parts of my anatomy. Eventually, I got more than just a peek at his.

f) One of the times I almost forgot about was really one of the coolest CNMN experiences I had for a long while. I stayed over in Waikiki over 6 days (at the hostel I mentioned earlier). On Sundays, there is a catamaran cruise which is mainly reserved for gay and lesbians departing from Waikiki Beach at 1:00pm - you can get discounted tickets at Angles (gay bar on Kuhio) and the 90-minute ride includes 4 drink tickets. It's advertised as clothing optional - although I'd never seen anybody go naked on this cruise before (it was the 2nd time to take the cruise since they have advertized it as 'nude cruise.' It seems that actualy boat operator and captain aren't really kept informed (at least they plead ignorance). I asked my hostel roommates if they wanted to come along but the macho-man guy from the Netherlands was negative about it, saying he didn't want to go on any gay cruise - but - of course, it seemed he never missed an opportunity to get naked. I am sure all would have had a great time if they had gone. I certainly did.

Previously cruises were very tame, but this time I simply was not going to be denied the chance to get naked in public in front of so many people. As we were boarding, I asked some of the guys if they were going to get naked later on. Nobody seemed eager but there were any flat denials either. So .... when we got further out in the bay about 500 yards from shore, I asked the captain - a local Hawaiian guy, if it OK if I got naked. He said he was told about that before - but I explained that the cruise was advertised that way and that I wouldn't be obscene or do anything to attract attention from other boats. So he consented. I was the only one to get nude and there were a few women and also a group of 5 young Black doctors from Wash D.C. in town for a medical convention. I sat with a very big local guy but he didn't get naked but seemed to enjoy having me do so. The two young ship's mates on board took furtive looks but they were nonchalant about having a naked haole dude on board. Later on we got back closer to shore nearly the end of the cruise, I pulled on my trunks and then we asked about being able to stop for a swim so the captain agreed. It would have been great to have been naked - all of us jumping off of the boat and then remerging up the gangway between the two large rudder fins of the catamaran. It was a great cruise and being naked made it so much more fun.

Old Skinny Dipping: Fun in the Sun with younger guys

Skinny Dipping: Fun in the Sun 2007

by sunbuns99

September 7th, 2007, 07:06 PM

Comment As posted by "BudnBos" on Freeballing.com: I did skinnydipping for the first time this summer, and it was awesome... being in the water and at the beach nude. Most everyone else was nude also so it was no big deal.

It may not be a big deal as far as flashing goes, but it's still a great thing to be nude and enjoying the surf and sand -Skinnydipping at San Onofre (see pic at right) -- that's the whole point of skinnydipping. I try to do that all summer long and whenever I can any time. I love getting out to Black's Beach in San Diego, Baker Beach in San Francisco, Russian River at Guerneville (CA) and San Onofre State Beach (just south of Orange County (CA) on I-5 (one hour north of San Diego). I had fun there in Feb-March and met up with one of my flasher buddies from the Net. (See his photo at left below).

Of course, it's more thrilling to try to get naked (with or without the swimming) at the pool, or jacuzzi, or the beach or anywhere that nudity isn't expected.

I used to teach at a school (K-12) that had a pool. Since I had a key to the locker room (with access to the pool), I would sometimes go late at night and swim naked in the pool. I found out later on that one of male teacher had done the same but got caught and in trouble. Eventually, they beefed up security and put a stop to all late night swimming (changed locks).

Somtimes, it's possible to get naked in a hotel pool or jacuzzi when not many people are around. At other times, I've tried going completely naked from my tent to the campground toilet / shower - at night of course - while camping. Have stripped and gone skinny dipping at many places - public parks, state and national parks - Yosemite has some (cold water freezes your balls!) great places for that. The Big Island (actually part of all the islands of Hawaii) have many beaches where it's possible to skinnydip without offending others. Waipio Valley - out from Honokaa in the northeastern area of the Big Island has a great place where people frequently (spontaneously - not a regular practice and probably frowned on since there are

Deserted stretch at Waipio Valley (photo)

tourists (from the US mainland - Bible-belters) but once you descend the steep road downt the valley entrance (on foot - of course), you can cross the fresh water river that flows into the ocean, and go to the northern (deserted) stretch of the beach. I've seen many people get naked there (including me and friends) for skinnydipping. People can just see tiny figures bobbing around from their lookout point at the time.

Kehena Black Sand Beach (Puna Coast, Big Island)

Of course, my all-time favorite place to skinnydip is Kehena Black Sand's Beach on Hawaii's Puna coast. It's not just about showing your goodies on a nude beach. It's a marvelous place where nature's splendour, the chance to swim with dolphins and see whales, mix with the convivial atmosphere of the local tradition of a hippie holiday romp on the beach - complete with all sorts of naked and semi-clothed characters - all of whom are welcoming, tolerant, and often buzzed.

Letters to Billy, the skinnydipping mountain guy

by sunbuns99

July 22nd, 2007, 01:43 PM

Dear Billy,

Long time no see. It's summer so you're probably at your busiest time on the ranch. I'll go on vacation (July 27-Aug 29) to Hawaii, New York, Tenn/KY. Yep.. you should come to Japan - if you're anything like what I see in the photo you'd be a popular guy (So desu neh!)

It seems many Tribe people are gravitating to the visual culture offered by Flickr - I find myself going there a lot more than Tribe - nobody every writes much any way (or read what I write on my Tribe or other blogs). But on Flickr, if I have a nice photo (hot guy, interesting situation or porn), people seem to flock around. It's habit-forming so I don't recommend it for everyone.

You don't seem like a porn-loving kind of guy - which is great if you are or aren't. But I can certainly see where you'd probably be good at starring in your own 'movies' - not crass pornography - but classic nudes.

See ya' when I see ya', Kelly.

Dear Billy (a day later),

I can't recall if I started talking first about this - -maybe it's because I vaguely remember your describing yourself doing this (nude all day long on a horse) from another Tribe post.

It's a very erotic image - bTW what'S the one that always can get you off in the one DVD you have? Well.. I'm anything if not kind, generous, serious, kinky and horny. Dirty old men DO have their virtues as well as their benefits. (HeHe). Is that all David does when he comes? Just bring you new porn - he's not much of a Brokeback Buddy or is he? (HATs off and pants down... whooa.)
Sorry .. I'm giddy with excitement (NOT just because I can imagine your butt rubbed raw from horse hair - although that would probably get any warm-bloodied man boiling......) I'm thrilled because I am COMING TO AMERICA (do-waddy diddy bo bap!)

Kelly

Billy,
You're hardly the only young (or even older) guy who knows he likes men that sometimes or even a lot of times ALSO like seeing men with women or even more than that. Most of humanity is bisexual or omnisexual... but society (civilization or whatever) can't 'allow' that since it would have a dramatic effect on what the world works - power / control / nationalism / territories / war / economics ,etc.... Enuf of that shit (right!)

I'm just saying it's totally natural and it turned your stomach to see pussy or a long thick cock stuffed in one then you'd not be like most men -- gay or str8 or in-between.
By the same token, that' s why most str8 men prefer seeing couples or MFM or M2F scenes in porn.
They enjoy seeing (even if they can't quite admit it) the same thing - it's like a projection of themselves - so str8 men have a craving for cock (well at least seeing it) too. How's that for reverse psychology!

Didn't I mention (perhaps not to you in an email) -- I am married ... still and have two almost grown sons.
I'm not a womanizer and I don't play both sides of the fence but I had my share of enjoyment with sex with a woman. I was fully queer until I met the woman who became my wife and the mother of my sons.
We are still happily married and they ALL know I'm gay (not very bisexual any more).

At your young age, there is every reason to believe that you CAN'T and shouldn't set the course on your life in one certain direction with 100% assurance it will ONLY be that. Who knows you might one day fly to moon, fall in love (with somebody else besides a horse LOL, or even get married and have kids.
That IS what Ennis (sp?) (was that his name?) did in Brokeback Mountain, right?

Cheers,

Kelly

--------------------------- Billy's reply
Hello again.
Its cool writing to you. Who knows when I make it to Japan. lol About your advice. I do know I want to have my own kids someday but I also know that I dont want to mislead some girl to have em. I have had pussy, in LA a few times but it just aint the same as a guy. I wont change I dont think. Ennis was a chicken shit. His behavior was a little too confused for me to like him very much. Jack shoulve forced the issue. Oh well. What I like about my one porn flick is this particular dude. He's close to perfect in my mind and the girl was halfway decent so she doesnt detract from him. But when I'm wasted I could watch chickens fucking and get off. lol
Oh, and one more thing, dont be dissin my horse. She and I are an item around here. The other is a quarter horse gelding named Buck. You can diss him since the futhermucker bit me this morning
Ok dude. Chow time. We'll dedicate tonights rocket launch to you. Cool?
Billy

Billy,
Once on the 'road' I won't be online regularly - I'm camping for two weeks (separated by travels, biz)
Once I hit American hwys in mid August - I am GONE in 60 seconds... driving in Japan is such boring pain... that I just love travelling hundreds of miles at a stretch once I get to Kentucky / Tenn and the Carolinas. I think nothing of a 500 mile trip - my parents live just north of Nashville.

That feeling (rush of freedom/speed/wind) is probably something similar to how you must feel to get up on a horse again - after weeks or months of being stuck in LA. Maybe not.. since you CAN ride a skateboard to get around in LA, here in Tokyo, I have to drive at hour each way in slow moving traffic - there are few sidewalks and skateboarding on streets is illegal here (at least you never ever see anyone doing it) -- only in designated sk8 parks.

See ya', Kelly


Dear Billy,

One new and happy development here.. we are getting a MATE for our dog. She's another Toy Manchester Terrier and she going to arrive on Sunday. They are keeping her at the pet shop to finish her vet check and to complete her shots. She' just a 40 day old puppy.

We've been looking (not to seriously) for a few years -- it's incredibly expensive to get a puppy of this breed (about $2000 for a female) and much more for a champion male (which is what our first dog is). He's getting to be eight years old so if he's going to have offspring it's now or never.
He's an incredibly smart dog and belongs to an animal talent agency so he's been on TV several times,
we're hoping to have a side career (animal (dog) handler for TV, movies, and print ads) when their puppies are growing up and being trained.

Finding a bitch (dog talk - not human speech ) for a TMT is not easy - especially in Japan and there is not guarantee that things will work out with breeding), but we're getting this puppy so she can grow up with her future husband.

Our dog is named Batistuta (named after the Argentine soccer player who made Italy what it is today - not exactly). But he did a lot more than David Beckham is probably going to do for the US soccer pro league (although I hope his coming to LA has a great effect on the popularity of the sports in the US).
I'm NOT a team sport guy - I just think soccer has a many social benefits since it's NOT a rich kids or upper middle class-only game like some team (and individual) sports.

Hey. already too long for your tired eyes to stay up late and read... (it's almost noon here).

Ciao, baby.. chow, puppy.. puppy chow!!!

K.
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From Billy to Kelly,

Ok. absence makes the heart grow fonder "doesn't" it. that better? My grandfather speaks better english than me/I do. Puppies rule and I like their stinky puppiness. My hairs short right now as of last week. I got pine sap in it and just got fed up and cut it off. Have fun in the hostels. Ive never been in one.
Later bro Billy
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Shifting Era -- Wanted: Tearoom Buzz

CruZn 4 sechs:

I've had some really exciting sex-periences in public toilets at stations, airports (infrequent), dept. stores, campuses, and in park restrooms, pool/gym lockerrooms, and roadside rest areas - too many to describe now.My first blowjob (as giver and taker) was in my university library at age 19 with a total stranger of whom I never saw more than his cock. So it's been a part of my (sporadic) sexual habits ever since.

There seem to be far less 'cruisy' public spaces than before 9/11. Obviously, the HIV outbreak and aftermath before that drastically (for a time and is probably continuing still to some degree) reduced public cruising some. I think the anti-terrorism security measures have increased patrols, video surveillance cameras, and even closed some 'cruisy' spots.


What do you think? At the same time, I get a sense that the str8 populace all over (UK and US for example) is getting into 'dogging' and public exhibitionism and public sex more and more. Or at least, there are more ways to it to become known - maybe it was always there to an even greater extent than what homophiles were doing. I never knew so many women were involved in gloryhole sex until recently - chasing down cocks in some venues formerly (traditionally - WTF! - It's funny saying that) reserved for gay / curious men's anonymous sex. This is not only true in the US but I've found stepped up security monitoring of these kinds of - what we used to call 'tearooms' to be increased (or increasing) everywhere.


For example, Tokyo used to have some pretty heavy cruising at the toilets in one very large train/subway station and it still exists, of course. These places are now monitored by roving security patrols (although I 'm not sure if vidcams are installed yet) and underground 'koban' - police boxes nearby. It seems to have cut down on the cruising -- although never completely (he he!)