Ace and Idiot

He pressed his earphones deeper to avoid the drilling sound coming from the kitchen window and went on reading his “Hide& Seek” book.

His tongue slid, moist, hot, seductively determined, between her teeth. His fingers tightened against her scalp. Delanie met his invasion with a challenge of her own and was rewarded with the hoarse sound of his groan as her tongue touched his. A shaft of pure fire shot through her.

 

 She twisted to wrap her arms awkwardly around his neck. His eagerness sent her pulse racing as she met him halfway between the bucket seats. It was impossible to get their bodies aligned the way they were sitting…….

 

 

He scratched his ear and pressed the “next” button on his player

“and I’m a black rainbow and I’m an ape of god……..”

It was so hot in the kitchen, his eyes were red and painful because of the sleepless night he had, he heard something moving behind him, turned his back and tried to focus on the LCD, Marylin Manson dancing crazily on his screen.

Surely behind the metal door of the fridge he was saying something, he turned the volume up so he had no chance to hear Ace.

“don’t like the drugs but the drugs like me……..”

“I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.” He thought and pressed the earphones deeper staring at the screen, surely the earphones were hurting him.

He bit his lower lip trying to keep calm and not to slap his sleepy face. “fucking bastard, I thought he was different, how dare he………” hatred, revenge, pain were all he could feel at that time.

Ace put the jar of jam on the table stretching to get the butter and cheese from the frige door ajar.

“Asshole, how comfortable he acts as if nothing had happened, I’m gonna kick his ass outta……”

Ace pulled the chair in front of him and sat on the other side of the table, his legs brushed against his knees before Idiot moved his knee to the other side.

The room wasn’t hot at all with the rain started a few minutes ago, a cold breeze was coming through the window but Idiot felt so dammed feverish. He bit his lip and clenched his fists to avoid saying anything, the music was so loud he was sure he’d be deaf in a few minutes.

Ace put butter on his toast and tried to open the jar, stuck, no matter how hard he tried, again and again he tried, useless. His lips moved probably saying something and then holding the jar right in front of Idiot’s face.

He stared at his bluish grey eyes,” how dare he wanted me to open the jar for him?  Why don’t he pack and leamme alone?” Idiot asked himself before grabbing the jar and making a bee line to the faucet. Hot water ran through his fingers as he stared at the running water trying to send the tears back to their storage bag.

He wrapped his bony fingers round the lid and turned it in a circular motion, it opened at last, he put the jar angrily on the table and went to the window pretending he was interested in the workers outside going back to work after the short rain.

He was sure something was singing in his ears but he had no idea what the words were as if he was deaf, his vision blurred as a drop of tear ran down his cheek . he could never imagine how easily his heart was broken, he couldn’t convince himself to even look at him, let alone talking.

Drowning in his own thought, he leaned his head against the window and stared outside, asking himself so many different questions all starting with “WHY”.

Ace finished his breakfast and he was too sleepy to realize his lover’s expression. Still feeling quite sick from the too many drinks he had last night; he managed to clean the table after putting the butter in the washbowl, then cupboard and at last back in the fridge. Then he went to the window to see what he was looking at so long, his hand rested on his shoulder pulling the earphone by its end.

He looked out side, following the workers with his eyes before saying:” you know Idiot, I had a very strange dream last night, it’s vague, it’s .. it’s… you know it was more like a wet dream, nothing comfortable you know……it was me and you on the bed and you were shouting angrily at me and begging me to stop……”

He wasn’t listening, he didn’t want to listen to him because he was sure he could change his mind with his words. His words always did the magic, so deep, so wise, so logical so rational, he loved the way he talked to him but not this time, he didn’t want to listen so he put his left earphone back and pressed “next” button, holding his player firmer in his hand, he could feel the pain in his heart got more  intense, his player was the only thing that could help him avoid his words yet it was another distracter itself because it reminded him of the good time they had together, all the joy and smiles and kisses as he opened his gift, he liked what he bought for him, it was the kind of player he wanted to have for a while.

He clenched his fist harder, leaving nail bites on his palm and closed his eyes to avoid the tears. “ how dare he?” he thought, inhaling deeply, now his voice seemed so distant, he could hardly understand him.

Ace stopped talking about his vague memory and looked at the man standing by his side, tracks of tears were visible on his cleanly shaved face, and his lip was white like the kitchen walls as he bit it harder. He closed his eyes in disbelief then opened it as if he was wishing the image in front of him change in the nano seconds he closed his eyes.

He opened his mouth to say something, his voice failed him, he could feel a big lump in his throat, “ it wasn’t possible, how could he….?” He couldn’t stop the guilty feeling and the voice of his conscience.

Ace looked for Idiot’s hand holding his player firmly a few inches away from his body. He pressed the “power” button until he was sure it was off and now Idiot could hear his voice.

His hand was as cold as ice, so did his eyes, now staring emotionless and making him feel more guilty. The stony silence was hard to bear and Ace had to break it with the proper words or he’d be gone forever.

“it wasn’t a dream, right?” Ace asked with a shaking voice. His expression didn’t change as if he was built of stone.

“I  I  I  …. Just can’t…… I didn’t…. jesus I really didn’t…..” Ace searched for words but it was like his brain shut down a few minutes ago. He wanted to explain though he was sure nothing could explain his brutal, lustful, cruel behavior.

He put his hand on his face and tried to make him look at his face, “holy smokes, he’s cold as ice.” He thought as his fingers touched his tender skin.

Ace gulped nervously before saying another word, holding his hands tightly he opened his mouth but couldn’t say a word. He was sure if he couldn’t convince him then, he would never forgive him.

He tried to recall his last night, there were too much to drink, he was so mad at his boss and colleagues, he had an accident and he had heard the news about NYC cab drivers and  that was more than enough for a day but he had no right to treat him like that, like a fuck buddy, like a slut, like a… , he failed to think of proper words, how much he hated himself, how he could ask for his forgiveness when he could hardly explain his behavior, surely he was understanding but not when he crossed the red lines Idiot cautiously drew around him a while ago. He had promised not to cross those lines when he was still hurt, still struggling to understand himself, to not to blame himself on every single thing happening in his life.

Ace moved his hands slowly round his waist, he didn’t protest but his stare didn’t change a bit, he was deeply hurt. Now his hands were carefully wrapped around his waist and he tried to pull him closer but he put his hands on his chest and pushed him hard he almost fell on his back. “god , his hands are so cold.” Ace thought still shivering by his cold touch.

Idiot left kitchen without looking back ,going straight to his room, he locked the door.

Ace tried to get back to his feet, walking up and down the living room, he had to think of a solution. The clock stroke 1 time. “what?” Ace looked at the clock, it wasn’t possible, he had slept so long, it was time for lunch and he’d just finished eating his breakfast without knowing the time. He had to go to work but then what the hell Idiot was doing at home at that hour of the day, he should be at work too.

He paused a little before knocking on the door, no one answered, nothing moved. He knocked louder. “gimme my clothes and then do whatever you’re doing.” Ace shouted angrily, no answer came, he waited for a while, at last the door opened and pile of clothes was thrown out, the door was shutting again, he had to be quick or he’d be gone forever, he pushed the door hard and got inside, Idiot was on the floor, surely he didn’t expect such a big push. Ace looked at him for what seemed like hours but wasn’t more than 30 seconds, he had to be quick, he made his last decision and without warning jumped on Idiot who was trying to get back to his feet, their faces were less than an inch from each other, Idiot looked shocked and tried to avoid Ace but he was late and it was useless because he didn’t wait for him, his lips were pressing hard against his, their bodies grinding against one another, he started licking his lips trying to taste him, Idiot resisted for a while but it didn’t last long. His doors were broken and once again he was inside. Tender touches, sweet taste of jam and butter, smell of his cologne on his lover’s body, they started kissing wild, letting their cheeks brushes against each other feeling his unshaved face again and again, there was no use to resist, surrender was the best way to forgive so he surrendered and Ace took advantage, try to dry fuck him as his hand slid inside his t-shirt.

He liked his cool breath smelling like mint, he wanted to eat him, he wanted him to be his, to be the submissive boy he was in bed, not the bad-tempered furious kid in the kitchen.

  Ace ran his fingers through his hair and asked:” would you forgive me?”

“If you promise.”

“promise what?”

“never ever again do that to me, no matter how angry you are.”

“ I promise from the bottom of my heart” he whispered in his ear and held his ass in his hand to pull him closer.

The door bell rang, they tried to ignore it but there was no use.

Ace kissed Idiot one last time and got back to his feet to open the door knowing he was forgiven.

a massage for your soul

I had regularly used his massage services when I was in town, about once a quarter. His place was in a business park, kind of off the beaten path, but he knew his stuff and had pretty much always been available when I called at the last minute. My schedule when on the road wasn’t my own, and I frequently ended up the day very late, with no plans other than to get some dinner and hit the bed, wiped out from a full day of negotiations.
I had originally called his number with the thought that a good massage could drain some of the day’s tensions and give me a little relaxation. He had come through very well, and became my regular solace after a frustrating day while in this particular town. Tony had always been able to make an appointment available for me when I called, even though it was usually late.
I showed up on time that night, and as usual I was his last appointment. He locked the front office door as we went into his back room where the massage bed was. He told me to get comfortable as he finished up a few things out front. In the dim lights of the room I removed my clothes and mentally looked forward to the relaxing touch I knew his hands would bring. After the first couple of appointments I had become used to fully stripping for my massages with Tony.
I laid face down on the table and pulled the sheet up over my buttocks and within a minute Tony entered the room. The lights were dim, some sort of new age music was playing lightly in the background and there was the subtle smell of an earthy incense. All of these things combined to take me away from the frustrations of the day and I let my mind drift.
Tony came in and closed the door and lit a few candles around the room. This added to the atmosphere, as he started his wonderful ministrations. His hands took control of my shoulder muscles and he started kneading them slowly, building a rhythm as he worked out toward other muscle sets. He stroked my neck and the back of my head, rubbing from the top of my skull down my neck repeatedly as I felt the tensions of the day leave me.
After working on my shoulders and neck he lifted my left arm and cradled it against him as he stretched it in various rotations, then smoothly rubbed down into my armpit as our arms rubbed against each other. This was repeated with the other arm, then he started working on the muscles surrounding my spine.
He continued to work on my upper body; my back and sides and arms, and then moving the sheet up he started on my legs. He raised each leg and massaged my foot and leg muscles. Eventually he moved up the leg to the thigh and then started on the buttocks too. He moved back down my legs but came back to the butt area several times. At one point he moved my legs apart a little and on his next pass upward he spent more time on the inner thighs.
As his hands worked on my thighs and ass cheeks his fingers slipped a little and brushed my balls and the tip of my cock, which was now peeking out under my balls. I started to worry that I might get an erection, but his regular strokes continued and with each up-stroke he teased my balls and inner thighs. A couple of times his fingertips brushed the tip of my cock as he moved up one leg and thigh and down the other.
He said it was time to turn over and I kind of hesitated, indicating I wasn’t sure. He laughed and said not to be concerned about it. As I turned over, my beginning erection became obvious, but I lay back down as if it wasn’t there. Tony just seemed to ignore it and continued his excellent massage moves. As he worked on my legs, he started making comments about my now throbbing shaft. He complemented it as he continued his work.
As he moved up to my upper body he stretched my arms out over my head and wrapped them around my head. As he leaned over my to work on my chest his crotch area was pushing up against my arms and hands. I couldn’t help myself as I answered his pressure with a little groping of my own and felt a growing reaction on his part. As his hands reached down to my lower stomach and pubic area I was feeling him press into my arm. He broke the tension by excusing himself and saying he wanted to get a little more comfortable himself. He removed his shirt and trousers, leaving him in a small Speedo style brief.
He then continued where we had left off, and as he reached across my chest from the top to reach my midsection I was enveloped by his smell and the feel of his throbbing cock rubbing against my arm. My cock at this point was leaking and he finally touched the shaft itself, causing me to gasp. He was folded over top of me with his naked chest inches from my face. My cock was reacting and I couldn’t help it. I left embarrassment behind and started feeling ‘back’ with my hands.
I reached out with my fingers to massage his package when he pushed into me. I reached up and started touching and stroking his chest and sides as he hovered over me. He grasped my cock with one hand and stroked my balls with the other. Finally he came around side the table and looked directly in my eyes as he stroked my cock. With one hand he removed his briefs and tossed them aside. We were both now naked, throbbing and ready.
He continued with his expert moves down my body but this time wasn’t shy about handling my balls and my shaft. He even leaned over and licked my balls while massaging my thighs, taking them into his mouth and rolling them around. Then he licked the underside of my pulsing shaft and took the head into his hot mouth. My hands were exploring while he was doing this, feeling for his ball sac and reaching out and rubbing under his legs, feeling his cock, feeling around for his ass crack. This went on for a while, with both of us getting hotter.
He then asked quietly if he could climb on top of me. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but he gently climbed onto the table and kneeled with his legs on both sides of my chest, facing me. With massage oils still on his hands, he massaged my chest and occasionally reached around behind himself and stroked my rod, pressing it up against his backside. I raised my head slightly and saw his raging cock hovering over my chest pointing directly at me. I placed my hands on his upper legs and started exploring the hair on his thighs and watched his cock bob in response.
My hands ran up his thighs and closed in on his abs and the trail of hair that led down to his cock, which was throbbing and bouncing up and down as he rocked back and forth lightly on my chest. He raised himself a little and backed up so that my cock rested against the crack of his ass. He oiled both up and as he used his hand to press against the underside of my shaft, the upper was pressed against the heat of his crack, and he rocked slowly. My hands came together and grasped his rod and started slowly stroking him with his dick pointing directly at my face like an angry snake.
With a sultry look in his eyes, while rubbing my dick against his crack he said it was a shame to waste a beautiful erection like mine. He raised himself slightly and pressed the tip of my shaft into his anus, and as his ass opened up he slowly lowered himself onto my pole. The heat enveloped my cock as he took me fully inside. My cock pulsed and his cock throbbed in front of my eyes in time with mine. He raised himself back up slowly to where my tip was just barely in him and then lowered himself again, slightly faster this time.
My hands were helping stabilize him as he started riding me, and yet I found my hands also roaming all over the parts of him I could reach, his chest, his shaft, his legs. As he would take my entire shaft his balls would bounce against my stomach, and his bouncing cock would leave trails of pre-cum across me. I worked my hands around under the outside of his buttocks to help support his weight, and his pace increased. After several minutes of this I knew I couldn’t take much more and told him so. He continued and totally controlled the pace.
As I neared my own orgasm, I saw his balls contract and could sense his impending climax too. I know I cried out and gripped his legs tightly as I felt my juice start to shoot. Then, as I shot my load into him, I watched his own huge load start pulsing out first over my head then onto my chest, three / four / five shots as we kept pace with each other. After we were finished he stayed on me a few minutes, then raised himself off me and leaned forward to lick some of his own cum off my chest. He then leaned his face into my neck and whispered into my ear, “Thanks. I needed that.”

Anal tips

Apart from the taboo in many cultures, there are many people thinking anal sex is just for homosexual guys.

Anal activities in sex are less talked about, and make many people feel more than a little uncomfortable. This is mainly because of the taboos about the butt, of course, and not because there’s anything wrong with it.
In fact, there is a unique form of pleasure to be gotten from anal stimulation, for a guy or girl. For men this is because of the prostate, which is an important sexual organ and can only be directly stimulated through anal contact, and on women it is because the rectum shares a wall with the vagina, and the sexual nerves are actually closer on that side, making the sensation different and sometimes actually stronger.Orgasms from anal stimulation are most likely to occur when the participants become thoroughly absorbed in their sensations and fantasies. Anal sex is not always the #1 favorite, but it is certainly high on the list for many people, and can be a fun change of pace for almost anyone who isn’t bothered too much by the taboos against it.

For those guys who want to try the back door beside vagina, there are a few things to bear in mind

First, it’s that taboo thing, again. There is a reasonable chance that your partner have already thought of it, and were afraid to bring it up themselves, but there’s also a chance the idea would horrify them. Hopefully if your relationship already involves open, relaxed, and frank discussion about sex, or else you probably should work on that long before you worry about testing the waters on this subject.
Second, the anus really isn’t meant to be entered. Don’t get me wrong; humans aren’t really meant to fly, either…I’m not saying it’s bad, I’m just saying you have to bear these little facts in mind. One should be very gentle when experimenting with these things.
An important example is never ever try it on your lover for the first time without them expecting it, especially if we’re talking about penetration with a penis or similarly large object. If you’ve ever had a really big, hard BM (Bowel Movement), that was really painful, that’s nothing compared to being caught off-guard by this. Not only are there better ways to go about it, but you may never get the chance to try again, if they’re upset enough.

So before doing anything make sure your partner is ready, even homosexuals don’t get inside their partners’ pants without warning or at least me and my boyfriend  don’t

Let’s have a quick lesson on Understanding the Anus and the Rectum
The main function of the rectum is to act as a passageway for feces, but feces are not normally stored in the rectum except just prior to a bowel movement. Small amounts may remain in the rectum. This is one of the reasons that it is recommended to use condoms during anal intercourse.
The rectum is not straight. After the short anal canal that connects the anal opening to the rectum, the rectum tilts toward the front of the body, sometimes as much as 90 degrees. Then, after a few more inches, it swoops towards the front of the body again. A person can learn about the shape of his or her rectum by gently inserting a soft object, trying different angles and body positions and concentrating on how it feels. Make sure the object has a flared base so that if you lose your grip, it won’t slip into the rectum and become temporarily irretrievable.
If you insert a finger about one half-inch into your anus and press your fingertip against the side, you can clearly feel the two sphincter muscles. There is less than a quarter-inch between them. The external sphincter is controlled by the central nervous system (voluntary), which means you can tense and relax this sphincter whenever you want. The internal sphincter is quite different. This muscle is controlled by the autonomic nervous system (involuntary). The internal sphincter reflects and responds to fear and anxiety. It may cause the anus to tense up automatically even if the person is trying to relax.
Though it is always wise to practice the safest sex possible, this is especially true with anal intercourse. The lining of the rectum is very thin, and can rip if there is too much stress put on it. By wearing condoms, you can greatly reduce your and your partner’s chances of transmitting most STD’s. 

Till here we know we gotta talk to our partner and then use condoms.

The next tip is…….. well never ever in your life start anal sex with the wrong person. Getting inside someone’s ass needs lots of relaxation and with a stupid jerk-ass the pain is unbearable.

My first experience was so awful i was pretty sure i would never give it another chance, so you have to make sure your partner is doing fine by simply asking them, a “NO” means no, there’s no point in going on thinking it will feel better.

here’s some classified tips, have a nice time back there!

Tip 1: Play Safe: There are some serious safety issues regarding anal sex that you need to be aware of at all times.
First and foremost, whatever touches the anus shouldn’t be touching anything else. Never never never take the penis out of the anus and put it into the vagina. That can lead to serious infections and other complications. After any kind of anal play, you should immediately change condoms and wash the relevant body parts thoroughly.
(Of course, STDs are also a major concern with anal sex. This isn’t just limited to AIDS; herpes, genital warts, syphilis, gonorrhea, etc. can all be transmitted through anal sex. You shouldn’t be having anal sex without a condom; it’s not worth the risk to either partner.) Take it slow (really slow) Though it does feel great  for the guy (top one!) , if you don’t go slow, you could seriously injure your partner
Always communicate with your partner. As with any sexual activity, communication is essential. Talk about what you want to do, discuss beforehand your desires, tell your partner what you like and don’t like while engaging in anal intercourse. Basically, be open about your preferences and feelings, and, be receptive to theirs. Talk to her(him) while you’re doing it and tell her(him) to relax.Relaxation is the Key
We’ve all heard the snide comments about what a certain uptight person might have up their butt, but the truth is that if you’re feeling anxious, the last thing you need is someone poking around up there!  When you’re ready to begin your anal adventures, don’t jump right in.  Make sure that both you and your partner in crime have enjoyed plenty of foreplay.  Consider relaxing with a sexy bubble bath or fun, erotic game.  Take your time exploring each other’s bodies, ensuring that pleasure is the only thing on your mind.   Having a drink and watching porn can be helpful.

Tip 2: Lube, lube, lube

One of the most important thing to remember when thinking about anal sex is that, unlike the vagina, the anus isn’t self-lubricating: you gotta bring your own grease. And, the more lube you use, the better. It will make the initial penetration much more easy and less painful for the woman and make the whole experience, for both of you, much more pleasant. All kinds of lube are used for anal sex, from spit to Vaseline to high-tech silicone-based lubes.(someone suggested olive oil, butter and Crisco but I haven’t tried any of them.) I strongly recommend spending a little money to get a high quality water-based lubricant; remember, an oil-based lubricant like Vaseline will degrade the latex in a condom, destroying its usefulness. my recommend products are AstroGlide or KY Jelly, available in any drug store. Note, though a condom may be “lubricated”, they typically don’t offer as much lube as you need for anal sex. There are some lubes that last long but dealing with them is not easy. Re- lubing when it takes you long is necessary, it might sound stupid to stop your activity in the middle just to use more lube but it’s worth doing it.

note:There are some specialty lubes designed for anal sex that include an anesthetic to numb the human’s sensation and make anal sex less painful. Don’t use these, you have to feel the pain to know you’re doing something wrong!

Tip 3: Start Small: Simply put, a penis is an awful big to be the first thing you stick up someone’s butt . Better to start with something smaller and work your way up. Fingers are an excellent beginning point. Use one finger, then two, to initiate your partner into the mysteries of anal penetration. Try it while performing oral sex for an extra thrill. Be sure your fingernails are trimmed, not to forget the lube, and you might even want to wear latex gloves.
As your partner gets used to your fingers, you might graduate to a butt plug or a small dildo. Dildos are available in all shapes and sizes. Go shopping together to get one she(he) thinks she(he) can handle. Remember, though, don’t put the dildo into the vagina after putting it into the anus. (not for M-M actions!) The safest way is to put a condom on the dildo before using it, and to wash it thoroughly immediately after.

Tip 4: Turnabout is Fair (not much useful for gays !): Whether you’re trying to convince someone to have anal sex or trying to figure out how to do it in a gentle, pain free manner, there’s no better preparation that exploring anal play with yourself.
A partner is much more likely to consent to anal sex if she’s seen that you’re open to being on the receiving end as well. Encourage her to use her fingers inside of you, or even purchase a butt plug or small dildo and let her use that. Once she’s seen you’re willing to do it, it’ll be hard for her to resist exploring it as well.
Of course, anal play on yourself is a great way to learn how anal sex feels and to learn how to make it more comfortable for your partner. You might also be surprised just how much you like it and you can use your skills later during personal pleasures aka jerk-off

Tip 5: Clear the Way: Before having anal sex, the woman should have a good, complete bowel movement. If she doesn’t, the man may find himself encountering far more fecal matter than he might have liked (i.e. packing the fudge). Now, for some people doing this on-command might not be the easiest thing, and straining to defecate is not healthy. A high fiber diet may help things along and is good for your health in any case.
Of course, if you really want to clean things out in a hurry, you can purchase an enema from any drug store. There’s some controversy about this; some people feel having an enema first can actually increase the irritation during anal sex. If you’re going to go the enema route, we’d recommend doing it several hours before you plan to have anal sex, rather than right before the act.

And the last thing, try different positions to find the most pleasurable and comfortable. there are as many positions available as vaginal sex, use your creativity! Personally I suggest not to start with positions he can get really deep and you can do nothing.

Do everything in the right way and you’re gonna enjoy it. Or should i dedicate the next post  to writing about anal injuries and diseases?!!

related links:

http://www.sexinfo101.com/ic_anal.shtml

http://www.ashleysextoys.com/store/viewinfo.asp?id=55

homosexual myths

i thought this was a good stuff to share

MYTH #1: Lesbians and gay men are always easy to identify.

People often use lesbian and gay stereotypes to identify a person’s sexual orientation, such as gay men are effeminate and lesbians are butch. A study conducted to see if people could accurately identify a person’s sexual orientation after watching a series of video taped interviews. Close to 80% of the subjects were unable to identify the person’s sexual orientation (Berger et al, 1987). Some studies have found that lesbians do rate higher on masculinity scores, which comes largely from their high self-rating as independent. The measures of masculinity and femininity tend to be gender-biased and are not very useful in the study of gay men and lesbians.

The homosexual community is very diverse and its members can not be neatly categorized into stereotypes based on myths and appearance. Only when we dispel these stereotypes, that continue to fuel people’s homophobic attitudes, will people realize that there are more similarities than differences between the gay and straight population.

MYTH #2: All lesbians are either butch or femme.

Some gay women are, but many believe they do not have to adopt such restrictive roles in order to express their love of women. This does not mean we should pass judgment on those women who are in butch-femme relationships and who are happy with their roles.

The butch-femme myth stems from the visibility of the butch lesbian. The butch lesbian also reinforces the myth that lesbians can not get a man and the butch- femme relationship is acting out the man-woman relationship which is what all women really want.

Lesbianism is NOT a dislike of men. Lesbianism is an inclination, a positive emotional, physical attraction to other women. Lesbianism (& homosexuality) is not just a sexual activity — it is something that spans beyond a person’s physical behaviour.

MYTH #3: Women become lesbians because they had bad or negative sexual experiences with men.

A 1990 study of lesbian and female students found that there was no significant difference in their traumatic heterosexual experiences. Both lesbians and heterosexual women reported the same number of traumatic experiences (incest, molestation, rape, physical abuse). Most women said they began to question their sexual orientation because they felt strong emotional and/or sexual bonds with women and NOT because they felt an aversion towards men.

MYTH #4: Openly gay teachers, professors, professionals and other role models are dangerous because they will try to recruit people to homosexuality.

Opponents of openly gay teachers and other role models argue that students may wish to be like their teachers and/or professors given their position of authority and prestige. An openly gay teacher or professor can, however, provide a positive role model for those students in the minority, who are gay or know they are going to be gay and who desperately need support and understanding.

Openly gay men or lesbians in positions of authority, such as in education, politics, religious institutions, the medical profession, etc. help to dispel the myth of homosexuals as socially maladjusted and unstable.

It is highly unlikely that one role model could override all the messages that reinforce heterosexuality in society. 

MYTH #5: Homosexuals want to lower the age of consent laws for sexual activity so that they can have access to young children and try to convert them.

In Canada, the age of consent for sexual activity for homosexuals is 21. For heterosexuals, it ranges from 14 to 18, depending on the province, sex and marital status of the individual.

Age of consent laws do not deal specifically with adult-child relations. These laws also prevent young people from having sex with each other. There is no justification for the existence of separate age of consent laws according to one’s sexual orientation. It is merely another example of homophobia and misconceptions about homosexuality.

MYTH #6: Gay men tend to be pedophiles and molest children.

The perpetrators of child sexual abuse are overwhelmingly men; very few women are offenders. The abuser is usually a member of the child’s family or someone known by the family. Pedophiles, men who have a sexual preference for children, constitute less than 1% of the adult male population. Pedophiles are quite distinct from adult gay men who prefer adult sexual partners. Studies have shown no correlation between a man’s sexual orientation and a tendency to sexually abuse children

Homosexual pedophiles are considered a perversion of the normal homosexual man in the same way that heterosexual pedophiles are also a perversion. Heterosexual men are twice as likely to sexually abuse children as homosexual men are. There is solid evidence that over 92% of child abuse cases, including same gender sexual abuse, are perpetrated by heterosexuals.

The number of reported child abuse cases have increased over the past five years. It is crucial that we address the issue of child sexual abuse objectively and recognize that this abuse is occurring behind to many closed doors in so-called traditional family homes.

MYTH #7: Gay men and lesbians have limited social support networks.

In a homophobic society, it is certainly important for lesbians and gay men to build their own community to overcome social stigma and alienation. Research has shown that both heterosexuals and homosexuals shared similar beliefs in the value of social support. Both report receiving similar amount of support but their sources differed.

Gay men and lesbians tended to depend more on friends and their partners and less on relatives and family than heterosexuals did. Despite the obstacles to the creation of meaningful support networks, many lesbians and gay men are able to develop circles of significant and supportive people.

No one should be made to feel guilty about loving someone, regardless of sexual orientation. Society should address negative stereotypes and intolerance expressed towards homosexuality, rather than condemn people for expressing their love for another human being. 

MYTH #8: Gay, lesbians, and bisexual people cannot and do not want long-term relationships.

The stereotype is of the lonely gay man or woman drifting from one sexual liaison to another, never satisfied and never committed.

Studies have shown that between 40-60% of gay men are in steady relationships. These figures are probably higher because men in long term relationships tend to be older and less likely to go to bars, where these statistics were recorded.

Between 45-80% of lesbians are in steady relationships. In most studies, the proportion of lesbians in an on-going relationship was close to 75%.

It is hard to judge how long these partnerships last given the lack of marriage records. The few studies on older lesbians and gay men have shown that relationships lasting longer than 20 years are common.

Another study compared the rate of break-up between lesbian, gay, and co-habitating and married heterosexual couples over an 18 month period. For all couples who had been together for more than 10 years the rate of break-up was:

• 6% for lesbians,
• 4% for gay men,
• 4% for married couples.

For couples together for less than 2 years, only 1 in 5 relationships ended over the 18-month period. Overall the difference in break-up rates between homosexual and heterosexual couples is almost insignificant.

In general, a pattern of continuity and stability was seen in all the relationships.

MYTH #9: One person always plays the role of husband and the other the wife in homosexual relationships.

Invariably many people ask which partner is the man and which is the woman.

Research has shown that most lesbian and gay men actively reject traditional husband-wife or masculine-feminine roles as a model for homosexual relationships. Clear-cut or obvious husband-wife roles are uncommon.

Differences between the partners may be based on age, with the older partner acting as a mentor or role model. 

MYTH #10: Gay men can not be monogamous.

A study of gay male couples indicated that only 20% of relationships were sexually open. Many of the other couples followed a wide variety of patterns — as diverse as a similar survey of heterosexual couples indicated (Blasband & Peplau, 1985). 

MYTH #11: Gay relationships are abnormal and dysfunctional.

A study of heterosexual university students found that the belief that gay relationships are inferior to those of heterosexuals is widely held. The students assumed that somehow the depth of feeling and commitment was not the same (Testa, Kinder, Ironson, 1987).

Studies have shown that, when homosexual and heterosexual couples are compared, they do not differ regarding levels of love and satisfaction.

There are no differences comparing the quality of the relationship and strength of the commitment between homosexual and heterosexual couples (Duff & Rusbult, 1986).

park adventure

After hiking for about two hours, I really needed to piss and headed down to the public bathrooms at the bottom of the hill. Rainy days always make me feel kind of horny and as I was pissing I was getting a little hard. It was no big deal there was no one around and I didn’t plan to whack my sausage in the public restroom or anything. I just mentioned it because I know all you guys have had the same experience once or twice. While pissing, you wish you could just pull it out and play with it for a while but there is always some reason why you can’t.
I always liked the way my cock looked when it was semi-hard in my pants. It just makes me look sort of hung…..ya know?
When I put my cock back inside it even felt better because it was sort of like teasing it. Like all guys I sort of fucked around in the mirror looking at how cool it looked. Sometimes I’m such a stud!
When I went back out to the park there was this guy about my age on a bench not far from the restrooms. I kind of looked down at my pants to make sure I wasn’t showing too much.
The guy was young and was wearing white shorts and a white T-shirt with white basketball shoes. He was also wearing a blue Dodger baseball cap and glasses.
He didn’t pay much attention to me as I came out of the bathroom. He was sitting there with his legs spread apart and sort of moving them back and forth like he had to piss or something. He was a cutie but I really didn’t think much of it. I sat on a bench across from him just to re-tie my shoe and rest for a minute before I started another hike up the far hill that I hadn’t climbed yet today.
The facing benches were not more than six feet apart and as I sat down he gave me a boyish nod. He must have spent a lot of time in the sun because even though he was 100% American, he had a great tan except for just inside his pant leg. I was really looking more at his tan than anything but I noticed that I could see his tight white briefs hugging his rounded balls just inside his pant leg. The gay part of me immediately got hooked on that and I could feel my dick start to rise a little again in my pants. Normally I hate when that happens especially in class or something but I was sort of enjoying the sexy feeling I was having and there was a certain intimacy that I could feel with this boy.
He must have been feeling it too because I could see him start to work it a little. You know what I mean, he was kind of positioning one hand where he could discretely touch himself. I saw him drag his hand across his crotch once or twice and as he did, I could see a little rise in his pants. Then he took his hand away and I was a little disappointed until I noticed that his dick was animated enough to move by itself in his pants now. He made it rise and fall a few times, each time looking at me to see if I was watching. I now had a full blown hard-on sticking straight up in my pants. I decided to test him a little so I stood up to tie the other shoe. It made my cock look huge in my pants and I knew he couldn’t miss it.
When I sat back down his eyes were on me like a hawk. I bent down to adjust the cuff of my pants and to give him time to do some adjustments of his own. Apparently he took advantage of the moment because when I sat up again he had a nice tent in his shorts where his cock was.
The gay side of me wanted this dick of his so bad that I was beginning to get a little pre-cum and it felt wet and sticky against my lower stomach as I moved.
The guy was definitely hot now and he put both his feet up on the bench he was sitting on and put his finger down by his asshole and pressed it deep into his pants a few times. I took my right hand and pushed at the top of my cock to make him sure that I was hard.
Again he fingered his ass through his shorts and I was now sure that this guy wanted some dick in his ass.
While I was thinking about jerking off the boy got up and started walking toward the restroom. He still had a substantial bulge in his shorts and I was thinking how good looking he was. I could see a wisp of blond hair under his cap and he was the kind of guy that looked really good in glasses, kind of studious but still hot and sort of butch for as small as he was.
When I looked down at my own pants I had a wet spot that had appeared on my pants. I was still hard as a rock and decided that I was going to show this boy some of my eight inch cock.
The restroom was a huge building and at first when I entered I didn’t see the guy. As I walked around the whole place I heard him cough to let me know where he was. I slowly made my way in that direction. I didn’t want to appear too anxious.
He was standing at a urinal and looked just like any other boy taking a piss. I chose a urinal about two away from him and whipped out my hard pecker. I stroked it a few times just to make sure it was ready for some action. The tip of my uncut dick was leaking precum and you could hear it slurping away as I stroked. It sounded delicious.
The guy wasn’t shy at all, he watched me even though I had concealed my cock behind the urinal so all he could see was my arm moving back and forth.
He had pulled his shorts and briefs down just so a nice tan line was clear across his upper ass. I wanted to see some butt crack though. He pounded his dick away just out of my line of sight as if he were almost ready to come.
I really wanted him to see all eight inches of my cock so I stepped back revealing my huge cock in all its uncut glory. I pulled the foreskin back for him and let him feast his eyes on my head, then I forced the foreskin back over my head so he could hear how wet it was for him.
To my amazement the guy zipped up and walked away. I was really disappointed because I thought maybe he didn’t like half-Asian dick. As I listened though he never left the restroom and I could still hear him somewhere inside. I forced my cock back into my pants and started looking for him. I was desperate now and wanted his ass so bad I could feel it in my dick.
Finally I found him again. He was sitting on a toilet with his pants down around his ankles but his T-shirt covered his body so all I could see was his hand under the shirt massaging his cock slowly. I took the stall across from him and sat on the toilet there allowing my hard dick to stick straight up outside my T-shirt. I stroked my cock slowly watching his every move. He was so hard and was just pounding away at that cock of his. The cock that I had yet to actually see.
Suddenly another boy about my age entered the restroom and both of us had to look like we were just using the restroom for its intended purpose. The boy was pretty hot and he immediately pulled out his hard cock and started jacking off. Still I wanted him to leave because I had built an affinity with my little buddy and didn’t want it interrupted. Once the boy had blown his wad, he wagged his cock around a little until it went mostly soft and then packed it into his pants and left. It still made me really excited because he was someone I would have made it with any day if it had not been for my little friend. The juice from my cock was now running over my hand concealed under my shirt.
When the coast was clear again I pulled my cock out for the guy to watch me as I stroked. I was beginning to feel like I was getting close so I had to back off for a while and just massage it lightly. I was good at this though and practiced it all the time at home in my bed.
My buddy hadn’t gone anywhere and finally revealed his man-sized dick from under his T-shirt. It was a monster dick for such a small guy. I always liked small guys with big ones because they didn’t seem to know exactly how to hide it well and didn’t seem to have a clue about what to do with a massive cock when it was hard.
In contrast, the guy was pounding away at his cock like there was no tomorrow. If I had banged my dick that long and that hard I would have come several times. I watched in amazement as he just kept banging his cock. What was up with that? Couldn’t he come?
After watching him for a good five minutes I was ready to have a spontaneous orgasm without even touching myself.
He was beginning to look frustrated and exhausted and although it was hot as hell to watch him I was beginning to feel his frustration. Finally he just stopped and let his hard cock balance itself in front of his T-shirt.
I couldn’t take it any longer and put my cock in my pants and zipped up.
“Wait, don’t go, please,” he said.
I hadn’t planned on leaving. Once I was at this stage I was going to have to get off soon and preferably with him.
My cock felt severely cramped inside my pants as I walked the few steps to where the guy still sat on the toilet.
I couldn’t stop the urge to touch his face with my hand and he sort of leaned into my hand as I ran my fingers across his cheek.
I reached under his arms and lifted him off the toilet so that he was standing with his pants still around his ankles. I dropped my pants and let my still hard cock out again as I sat where he had been sitting. Then I gently guided him to straddle my knees. His pecker was just below my face and I leaned down to slurp it a few times. Then I looked in his face and saw just how young and innocent he was. It was a big contrast with the massive dick that was attached to this small guy.
As he faced me, I pulled him over my boner and slowly lowered him onto my cock. He winced the moment my dick touched his asshole but for me it was the feeling of excellence.
“Oh yeah” he said under his breath.
Slowly I allowed him to lower himself onto me. I wasn’t sure if his little insides would take all I had to offer him but he could have as much as he wanted. Slowly without stopping he lowered himself all the way down on my massive cock until his balls rested on my pubic hair and his dick touched the middle of my stomach.
He reached under my shirt to pinch my nipples and it was magic for me.
Using his feet he raised and lowered himself on my dick allowing me to fuck him deep into his ass.
His dry head soon became moist with precum that slid around on my stomach. I liked the feel of his hard dick on my stomach.
As I put my hand around his cock, I felt it surge and my own cock surged with it. I was going to get this boy off.
I massaged his dick as my cock massaged his ass.
“What’s your name?” I asked him.
“Brian,” he said.
I kissed him on the lips. I’m Jason,” I told him.
I pulled my T-shirt off so he could better play with my nipples. He seemed to be getting a lot of enjoyment out of them. I teased his dick with my fingers, as it got wetter and wetter.
“You are so handsome I thought you were straight,” he said. “I like your eyes.”
“It’s us handsome guys that are gay, didn’t you know?” I said smiling.
“I don’t know why I can’t come,” he said. “I jerk off all the time at home.”
“Sometimes you just need a little help,” I said.
I massaged his back with one hand as I pulled his dick with the other. I pulled him into me and he felt so good and so natural. I actually felt something like love coming from him as he placed his head against my chest.
He began to breathe harder and I intensified my stroke on his dick and helped him rise off once again. When he did I also felt that I was about to pump a load into him.
Brian leaned back with his hot cock pointing straight at my mouth and exhaled a long breath. I felt his cock start to pulsate in my hand and it began to squirt this wonderful thick come onto my face.
At the same time, my dick had been through all the teasing it could take and unloaded a huge surge of cream up his ass. While this was all happening, Brian was biting my nipple and clawing my back with a wonderful ecstasy.
He held on to me as if I was life itself. “Damn Jason, that was incredible,” he said breathlessly.
I really felt something for this guy. He was beautiful to look at but he also had something inside that was so grateful for the time I spent with him.
Brian and I see each other all the time now. We found that we live within a block of one another. We meet when we can and talk. If we can find the privacy, we fuck or just jack off together. He makes me hard every time I see him and I guess I do the same for him because it seems like he is always hard.
Sometimes when we are just together, I still like to look up his shorts and see those tight briefs clinging to his balls.
Last night he gave me a blowjob and swallowed my load. Then I finger-fucked him ‘til he came. He likes to lay face down on my stomach while I give him a finger job and come on my stomach.
Sometimes I just lie there and let him play with my cock while he practices his control. I know he wants to finger fuck me too but I’m not really into getting fucked. I guess I’ll have to let him try it if he wants to though. With him, it might be OK. He gets so hard and sometimes when we are just alone he’ll push his finger against my ass through my pants like he really wants to feel my ass. A few times when he has been playing with my dick, his fingers will wander down to my ass. I love to fuck him so I guess I have to expect the same with him. He’s curious and that’s hot. Now I’m hard just thinking about Brian. Guess I’ll have to whack off for a while.