Wisdom of the Ass Masters

in a message to throbb@manhunt.net dated October 28, HardHead wrote:

"BTW I heard thru the grapevine you have one of the most beutiful [sic] cocks in L.A.
I think I need to be the judge of that!"





...It's nice to get good press!

;)

"Skin... My favorite fabric. Love the feel of it, the smell of it, the taste of it. It's the fabric of our lives. :)"



-slymmm, manhunt.net

"In my late teens my Pop said to me, 'Son, as you go out into the world, expect the unexpected.' I swallowed my Cocoa Puffs and replied, 'Pops, I plan on being the unexpected.'"


-serialthriller, manhunt.net

After a Friday fueled with back-alley energy, I got together with someone I have seen a few times (I believe this makes five, a recent record!), and it was just as ecstatic--and quite romantic, too.

I have always had a hard time mixing sex with tenderness, and it's not like we were rolling around mewing and petting each other, but there was a kind of fluffy outer layer to the sizzling cord of electricity that bound us together.

The whole time, Chicago was playing in the other room, and we came back in right in time to see the grand finale. The whole evening was almost disarmingly comfortable--there is something just as alluring and otherworldly about tight-stitched comfort as there is about the seamier side of things.

Yet one does need both, no?

"Never trust a hot ripped jockstud bro's definition of masculine. It always leads to trouble."









-lothariopunk, manhunt.net

I'm always thrilled when I can get my bottled-up sexual energy healthily out at the beginning of the weekend so that I can do all the other things I need to do without my big, insistent dick hovering over every moment, shadowing me with its relentless hunger.

I committed my free Friday afternoon to cruising for sex online, but ended up going to a sex club called Slammer instead. There, I lorded over a gang bang in one of the sling rooms for three long rounds, and finally got my load sucked out by a hungry boy in the pit. When I came, my arms were above my head, perhaps being supported by the small crowd of men that had gathered around me, and my feet lifted off the ground as if I were levitating on the electric current that was pulsating through me. Ecstacy was mine for a few blissful moments.

Outside by the newly re-art-directed firepit, I had an almost scholarly conversation about water sports and exhibitionism with a short, pot bellied guy who spoke in an overly educated nasal whine while twiddling with his fat cock, which was lolling puckishly across his lap from his open fly. I always end up enjoying the most brilliant twisted characters; the ones everyone else avoids like the plague because they're just too real, or surreal, depending on their outlooks.

Later, I got a slight second wind and answered a craigslist ad from a guy who said he wanted to "kick back and stroke one out with a bud," but when he got a load of the monster (it becomes a monster some time after midnight if I allow it), all he wanted to do was ride it. I had already had enough of that, so made short shrift of my second load of the evening and huddled on home with a couple of tacos al carbon from Del Taco, which was hoppin' at 4am.

A deep sleep till noon, and voila, the whole weekend lies before me. I even have time to dawdle. Or have sex again if I feel like it....

"I've decided there are only six people on this board. Five of us are real, though only two of us use recent pics. The sixth person spends all of his time posting fake ads and is responsible for all the other profiles on here."

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art by Etienne

"The owl of Minerva flies at night"

Janet Mitchell, 1966

"You are what you love, not what loves you."
-actor22, manhunt.net

"Poor is the man Whose pleasures depend On permissions of another"

-Ronen25, manhunt.net

Wait a minute - did I just post not more than a few hours ago about how sex was not on my mind at all? Well, you-know-what has a mind of its own (surprise!), and it's a good thing, too.A lot of my friends say they meet no one but attitude freaks and tweakers on manhunt, but I seem to meet no one but wonderful guys with whom I could easily fall in love. Maybe it's just me. I can be a push over for a big smile, and even a hint of true focus melts me. Tonight, I saw someone for the third time (tied for a longtime record for this milieu in my experience), and after we had sex, we took a deep, sweet nap in each other's arms.

And now I'm even getting to bed at a reasonable hour.

I love it when "I HATE Monday" turns into "What the hell was I complaining about!"

"Think you are a man because you can piss on the floor?
Be a hero and shit on the ceiling!"

-Ready4U2BSMe, Manhunt.net

Funny how it comes in waves, isn't it? I was so wrapped up in getting my habitrail of blogs set up (see my other blogs in the sidebar) that I totally forgot to take my ritual weekend viagra and go out lookin for some sumpin-sumpin. Funny how you don't miss it, either, when you're really not thinking about it. Funny how you can achieve a state of not thinking about it when the world makes us believe that men have nothing else on their minds. Our minds are multidimensional, after all. Today I have my career and my cat on my mind, but I can see sex there off to the side, waiting in the wings for its day in the burning sun of my intense focus. Sex is all about focus, isn't it? Being rapt. Letting it carry you away to a very specific place that can't be described in words, though you can see and feel it more clearly than you can see your own face in the mirror.
Look hard, look deep, look long, look sweet.

Chowdy-byes
throbb

"A kiss on the nape of the neck is a good way to start sex."

- queerrocker29, manhunt.net