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Absolutely. Heh heh... Hey, but you don't even know what I look like...for all you know, I could weigh 600 pounds, and have fur all over my back.

Yeah, I did, too! Seems like a lot of you have posted things (photos, I mean) and then taken them down...regardless of all the fantastic comments you receive from people here. What gives?? I've got no room to talk, though; I haven't posted any of myself on this board. Carry on, then...

Thanks, everybody. I wasn't sure about it in a way, just because the beginning of it just seemed like a really cheesy porn movie plot. (Yeah, you know, as opposed to the porn movies that have really good plots, right?).

Yeah, I've seen it at "women's" salons (if we even want to make that delineation, but you know what I'm saying), but this is the first time I've seen a decidedly male-targeted place that had such a thing. I enjoy it a lot. Relaxing, yes, and warm, and just...nice. It's a very subtle form of tactile gratification that I just enjoy a lot.

I didn't know where else to post this...seems like there ought to be a more fitting section of the forum, but I'm not sure. But I digress... The place where I go to get my hair cut is called Big Leagues; it's one of those sports-themed places- which I don't give a damn about at all- I follow football, but that's it. And I've always had this Samson-like attachment to my hair; ever since I was a little kid, I've absolutely HATED to have anyone come near it with scissors (or anything else sharp, for that matter!). They give you just a regular old haircut, whatever you want, but then at the end of it is my favorite part- they take you to the back of the room, you sit down, put your head back, and they wash your hair. It might sound simple, or mundane, or whatever, but I just love it. There is something soooo nice and sensual, actually, about the warm water, and the lather of the shampoo...having my scalp massaged by her fingers...and some of the women there make it more enjoyable than others- and I don't mean with regard to whether they're attractive or not (as most of them are)- but some work with their hands differently than others, that's all. Am I just too strange for words??

My dad asked me, "Hey, did the mailman come yet?" And I said, "I don't know, why don't you feel him up and find out for yourself??" I was nine years old.

You know how much I hate working outside, the manual labor type of thing. Yardwork...yuck. But I didn't want you to have to do all of that kind of thing by yourself, either, so when you asked if I would come over to help you get it done, I was only too happy to oblige. And so I came over, ready to work... When you greet me at the door, you say, ''I've put all the tools out in the back already- if you can get started trimming the hedges, and just give me a minute or two to get my clothes changed, I'll come out there with you.'' I go out and find the trimmers and start working on the hedges. And it doesn't take me very long to start breaking a pretty good sweat, but I'm only in a t-shirt and jeans as it is...so I take my t-shirt off, because it's all I can do to stay cooler. After a little while, I've got the hedges just about finished, and I realize that you still haven't come out yet. So when I'm done, I pick up a rake and go out to the corner of the yard, because I can see that the little vegetable garden needs tilling. And after I do that for some time, I hear the patio door slide open and closed, and it's you- wearing a bikini and carrying a towel and a glass of iced tea. You take a drink of it (letting me know that it's definitely not intended for me), and then lay the towel down in the grass- but up close to the patio, still- pretty far away from me. And I'm watching you- you don't even look at me as you lie down, but you know that I'm watching you- I observe the contour of your perfect legs, as you bend down to sitting, and you keep moving down, from sitting upright to leaning back, and back (all of this seems to be passing almost in slow motion, as I watch you), all the way until you are completely prone- you flick your toes back and forth a couple of times, just playing with the air. And you still aren't looking at me, as I'm looking at your perfect body, lying there in the warm sunlight. I don't even notice that I've stopped working and I'm just staring at you, until a drop of sweat rolls down from my forehead and tickles down the center of my nose as it rolls off of my face. I reach up and wipe my forehead with the back of my hand, shake my head just a little bit, and smile to myself, while I pick up the rake and continue working- but still, all I can see in my mind, all I can think of, is you. And I can feel my dick starting to rise inside my jeans; making them a little tighter in the crotch... After another minute or two, I hear you call out to me, "Hey, it's pretty hot out here, you know. Why don't you stop for awhile? Take a little break." I turn around and see that you have removed your bikini top, and the first two fingers of your right hand are resting over the top of your panties, pointing downward. So I toss the rake down to the ground and walk (as modestly as I can, without totally running full-speed) over to you, and I'm standing there, above you, just at the end of your feet. You're warm enough now that I can see sweat glistening on your forehead and face, and starting a little bit on your chest, and the rest of your body. You raise your knees up in the air, with your feet flat on the ground, and bring one hand down to hold the back side of your thigh. And the other hand, with your fingers over your panties, slips down inside them, and you start stroking your lips...squeezing the back of your left thigh, with that hand, and I notice the tips of those fingers, moving in toward your panty line, from the side- but not going any further than that- just stroking and squeezing the back of your leg, while you stroke your pussy with those two warm, wet fingertips. And what you don't know (or maybe you do) is that it's just about the sexiest thing I think I've ever seen you do. My dick is so hard inside my jeans that it hurts, and I quickly reach in to unbutton them and take the zipper down...you're looking at me this whole time that you're playing with yourself, and you see me reach down inside the bulge in my underpants and start stroking it, with my jeans still resting on my hips. And you say to me, ''Hmmmm, why don't you take that out of there...I want to see it.'' And I reply, ''I can do that. But I want the same from you...let's both do it.'' Without saying anything else, you hook both of your thumbs inside the waist of your panties and quickly slide them off. And I push my jeans down and kick them off into the grass, and my hard dick sort of springs free from my underpants as I take them down, and they fall to my feet. i step forward and get down on my knees in front of you, and rest one hand on your knee that's up in the air- with my other hand, I wrap my first finger and thumb around the base of the shaft, with my other fingers tightly stroking my balls...and while you're watching me, you slip those two fingers completely up into your pussy, and start stroking up and down, inside. And then quickly you take them out and reach up to your chest, wiping that sweet nectar all over your nipples- and I lower my body down, my face at your chest, and I open my mouth to lick it all off of you. I bring my hands up to them, too, stroking and pushing on the curves of both of your tits while I lick and suck on one nipple, and then the other. I can feel both of them getting hard against the tip of my tongue. I start to moan, because I'm thinking about how much I want to put my dick inside you, but I'm not done getting you hot yet...I raise my head up from your chest to kiss you- warm, wet, and deep in your mouth, and you can taste a little bit of yourself still in mine...and I move my hips up a little bit, rubbing the head of my dick along the inside of your thigh...and when I feel that, I press it against you a little bit more, so I can feel the shaft rubbing hard against the same spot, but I haven't put it inside you... You stop the kissing pretty suddenly and push me so that I roll over on my back, and you say, ''I want to be on top; I want to look at you from above, while you're fucking me.'' And at this point, I'm willing to comply with just about anything you want from me, so I'm all for it. I know that I'll enjoy the sight of your perfect body, sitting straight up on top of me. You plant your knees on each side of my waist and squat down, rubbing your hot, wet lips along my shaft. I reach behind you and hold both cheeks of your ass- squeezing when you move forward, and releasing when you move back. Then I lift you up by your ass a little, and you reach down and hold my dick straight up, and point the head of it between your lips. I let go of your ass [but still keep my hands back there] and you sit down on me- I watch the head and then the shaft both disappear, all the way up inside you. And right at that moment, there's a hot-blooded rush of ecstasy I feel, in both my brain AND my balls, as you start riding up and down on my shaft. It's something more than the heat of being outdoors and sweating; it's the kind of feeling that makes everything vaguely numb, but still so nice, and sooooo right...I start pushing up with my hips, and you moan as you feel me all the way up inside, against the back wall of your pussy- but since you're on top, and trying to keep some control over me, you bring both of your hands forward and rest your palms on my stomach. I'm taken by the sight of it, because both of your arms hanging forward and down like, that, they sort of push your tits together, just slightly, and I'm watching them bobbing up and down...and then you start to move your hips in little circular motions, and you're so wet that I can feel your juice dripping down my balls, dripping down into the crack of my ass...I can feel it, and I fucking love it...you start to moan louder, and I know you're about to cum- you let out a yell and lean forward, and I squeeze your hip on one side, and the cheek of your ass on the other- you feel all four of my fingertips squeezing in the crack of your ass as you fall down on top of me, at the very moment of that ecstatic release. We lie there for a moment, both of us breathing heavily...and you give me a few deep, warm kisses. My dick is still hard inside you, and I start pushing my hips upward while we're kissing, like that...and then you stop me and say, ''Do you want to do it this way, or change positions...because I really don't care, any way you want it...I just want to feel you cum inside me.'' ''Well...I think I'm in the mood for spooning, '' I reply. ''Get down here, and lie on your side.'' I keep one elbow planted on the ground so that when you lie down, I can bring my forearm up and wrap it across the front of your chest. My other hand reaches down to your ass, and I spread your cheeks apart with one hand while I send my dick all the way up inside you from behind...and then I bring it around to your front and wrap it around the front of your thigh, so I can hold your legs open some, while I'm drilling you...stroking your tits with my arm that's underneath you, and fucking you as deep and as full as I want to...I arch my back to send my dick forward a little bit, and I can feel the head rubbing the back side of your clit every time I pull down, and push back up again...oooohhh, and it's not going to be very long now; we're both moaning, and I can feel the pulsation in my balls as my hot load starts shooting out of me, and all the way up inside you..and as soon as you feel the pulsing of my dick, shooting that hot load into you, you climax again...both of us just yelping with delight at the feeling of it... I'm finished, but still slowly rocking my hips into you, feeling your whole body so close to mine (which is why I like spooning so much ), and I start to calm down. You reach your hand down and stroke my balls up against your lips, and move your body so that you can pull me out of you a little more easily...gripping it in your hand, you slide it all the way up and get one last drop of me on the side of your first finger. I take your hand as you bring it up along your body, and lick it off of your finger, there...tasting both of us...but I save it, to give back to you on my tongue...and you turn your head back and look at me, and we kiss again...and again...and some more, again... The shade of evening has descended on us now, but we're not going anywhere- both of our spent, naked bodies, intertwined- satiated by a sensuous torrent of salty sweat and cum...and right there, right then, I can't think of a better feeling I could possibly have.

Oops, sorry...deleted!! I just went off to the Bahamas...just for a moment...

Yeah, it's defintely cheating. Regardless whether it's homo or hetero sex, if you're in a relationship and you have an understanding that the two of you are exclusive, then sex with anyone else is cheating.

I told this to a friend of mine a few weeks ago, and I'm not sure why, but I thought I'd share it here. This was definitely an atypical encounter, for me...but anyway... I've never been one to pick someone up in a bar or club or whatever, and it was definitely not my intention for this particular night. But I found myself in very close proximity to this particular woman- call it animal magnetism or whatever it was, but everything about her just screamed sex, to me...and there must have been a lot of the same for her, too, because we weren't talking very much- a little bit, but not much. We were just very close to each other- touching, stroking, rubbing a little bit- but in a casual way, you know, I mean it wasn't explicit, since we were in a public place- but definitely enough for both of us to be sending signals to each other. We danced together for a few minutes here and there, but not constantly. And after pretty much a whole evening of this on-and-off, back-and-forth...I just said, 'Hey, I'm getting out of here, if you want to come with me'...which she did... We got back to my apartment (which was only a pretty reasonable walking distance away), and as I'm unlocking the door, she reaches up from behind me and placed her hand over my crotch and just squeezed my dick- slowly, but firmly- and as I was already pretty hard anyway, I immediately turned around right there and pushed her back against the wall- with one of my hands between her back and the wall, the other one I slid up under her skirt and pulled her thong over to the side, while she slid her hand in my pants and then forced them down. And I just had my way with her right there, at three o' clock in the morning in the hallway outside my apartment, with the key still hanging in the doorknob...holy shit, I had never done anything like that before (and never have, since)...from the first push inside her, she brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist, and dug her heels into my ass. This was just an intense rush of sexual energy like I had never felt before, and I squeezed her ass with one hand and fucked her as hard as I could...and she pushed her hips against mine each time, too, just fucking me right back... We both came in a matter of about two minutes or so...and when we were done, I looked at her, with her hair all a mess, and I'm all sweaty...and that was pretty much it. We said something like, 'Well, I'll see around', and she just left. We never even knew each others' names... I saw her in the same bar a couple of times after that, but we never spoke or had any kind of encounter like that one night, ever again.

Yeah, I still love the bells, but the hair got shorter awhile ago. Anyway, something else I was going to say about it- I was really flattered by the whole thnig, even if I felt bad- I'm flattered when anyone thinks there's something attractive about me, I guess. But I was just curious about how I looked, or how I came across to people, I guess- because apparently everything in this guy's mind told him that I was definitely gay, from the way that I looked, or my mannerisms, or SOMEthing, I don't knoe [i figured that out since he was absolutely mortified when he found out that I wasn't]. And there was a guy I worked with who was gay, and I asked him if there was anything he could figure out about it. And I thought it was sort of hilarious when he said, 'Weeeelllll...not anything that totally screams it out, no, but...you do have a certain sort of AC/DC appeal.' That was also a new one, to me...LOL. I wasn't bothered by it or anything, but it was just something I had never thought about before, until the idea presented itself. So like I said, I got to be really good friends with this guy, Will. I haven't seen or heard from him for quite a few years now, though.

This is from awhile back, but I thought I'd just throw it out, here- I was wondering if any guys here, straight guys, have ever had a gay man try to pick you up. It happened to me once when I was in my 20s. I was living in Indianapolis at the time, about 1995- and there was this club that I used to go to on a pretty regular basis- you know, a big bar, loud music, flashing lights, big dance floor, lots of pretty people to look at, all that kind of thing. And I was new in town, I guess you could say- I had moved there to take a job working for a friend of mine in the record store he had just opened...but I digress... I noticed that there was this guy looking at me, sort of staring, and eventually, he walks up and says, 'Look, I know you're new here, I've only seen you for a couple of weeks, so I'm gonna buy you a drink. And don't refuse it; you're going to let me- I just want to take you around and introduce you to some people.' I was sort of taken aback, to say the least, and I told him he didn't have to buy me a drink to do that, but he insisted, so...anyway...we start running around the whole place, and of course there are a ton of people who know him, and he's introducing me to all of them- guys and girls both, and he wasn't really effeminate or anything, so I didn't have any idea, at this point. He was dressed well, in a Barney's New York kind of way, but I didn't think that necessarily meant anything; I mean, it hadn't even entered my mind, and I was just going along with it all, thinking that he was just being cool and nice to me. [And btw, this was at a point in my life when denim bell-bottoms were pretty much standard for me, and I had hair half way down my back...if you can dig it... And then at one point, he stopped to talk to someone who was sitting at the bar, who he did NOT introduce me to, and then we went on...and the next thing he said to me was something about 'that straight guy back there'- and then, it started to dawn on me. Hahaha...and I stopped for a minute, as we were now standing with a bunch of his friends who were all guys, and I said, 'Ummm, I don't know if you didn't know this, or maybe just don't care, or whatever, but, ummm...I'm straight.' His jaw just about hit the floor, and immediately, it was so strange, he became about a thousand times more effeminate than I had seen him act at all, up to that point. He said, 'OH MY GOD, OH SHIT...OHHHH, somebody get me a drink, oh shit'...I felt so bad for him, I really did. And then I thought this was sort of strange, a little bit later [after trying to avoid me for a little while], he said, 'Please just don't hate me, OK, because I really did like you, and I just thought...ohhhh, shit...I'm just so sorry, oh hell', etc., etc. And I said, 'Oh, no, I don't- don't worry about that at all, I mean- I feel bad for YOU. I wish I could say that I was all into it for you, but...yeah, I'm sorry, too.' And after that, he and I really did get to be good friends- he was one of the best friends I ever had, while I was living there.

That's a valid point. I guess I haven't thought about how many other ideas can develop as we age. The way I've thought about the sort of sexual awakening I had in my late 20s or so has just been a matter of a 'before' and 'after', rather than the whole thing being a process. It's impossible for me to say whether or not I'll become interested in more and more different things as I get into my 40s, 50s, 60s...and to the author of this thread, I'm sorry if you felt some kind of judgment just because of the use of the words 'homosexual' or 'bisexual'- it was not intended to degrade anything at all about what you said. I definitely don't think of anyone differently based on his or her expressed desires- we just are who we are.

Haha...interesting analogy. I was thinking about my post just before yours, and basically what it comes down to is that FULL penetration is not something I'd want, for myself- for some reason, that sort of philosophy of 'just a little bit is enough' or however you want to say it, it reminded me of John Cleese in Monty Python's The Meaning of Life, in the skit where he was playing the sex ed teacher- 'You don't need to go stampeding toward the clitoris, just give her a kiss, boy'...hahahaha...I don't know why that entered my mind, but it did. Ahhh, what can I say...I kill me, sometimes...

I read this thread a few days ago, and I wanted to come back to it. First and foremost, I'm really glad that you got everything worked out. But also, it caught my attention when you said he's a workaholic- because I'm well-versed in matters of addiction (even if work has never been one of them), so I was just thinking, about the whole trading-one-for-another idea...I hope he gets out of that workaholism and maybe concentrates on sex- for both of your sakes!

I've never performed anal with a woman before; about the closest I came was during/after doggystyle sex- it was a particularly satisfying, sort of rough, pillow-biting affair for her, and I enjoyed the hell out of it, too...and after it, she said, "I WANTED you in my ass", but it wasn't like she was unhappy with what we did do...hahaha. As far as anything penetrating me, though, I do like just to be touched there- feeling a woman's finger stroking my asshole (maybe with just the tip of her finger penetrating, but not more than that) during sex really turns me on, and makes me cum like you wouldn't believe. But the thought of full penetration, by anything, is not something I want. I don't think of it in terms of a homoerotic hang-up; it's just something that doesn't feel good. I like to also do the same to her, though, especially if it's a woman-on-top scenario- to wrap one arm around her thigh, while she's sitting on top of my lap with me inside her, and reaching around with the other arm to squeeze and stroke her ass...sliding my finger down into her crack and stroking her hole, and maybe push just the tip of my finger inside. I do have a reason for not going further than that, only part of which is because I don't enjoy more than that on myself. But anyway...if she was really into it, and wanted more, then OK. But as for me, I can't say that's the case. A lot of guys will say they don't want anything even near their assholes, and I'm not that way...there's just a limit, that's all. And it's only because it doesn't feel good to me.

Yeah, totally agreed- like I said in the subtitle of the thread, it's not exactly the same as it is for a woman. I love being able to give a woman multiples, when that happens- and no, it doesn't happen like that for me. Six times in one day?? Wow. I've never exceeded four, in 24 hours. (But I was in my 30s, if that helps! Hahaha). Right on. Thanks for the feedback.

I was just wondering, because I haven't seen any threads about this, so I'll see if any other guys are as happy with theirs as I am with mine. It's not totally uncommon for me to have two in the space of an hour (although I did have two in about twenty minutes one time, which was unbelievable!)...the only time I had three, it was after about eight hours of on-and-off sex... Just wondered if anyone else has had this experience, too? Or is it really unusual?

I also have to say congratulations to 12GAUGE- it's very cool to be able to express what you need to, to the people you want to. Man oh man, the psychology of sexuality, and of desire itself...it's mind-boggling. As for the original topic, I'd have to agree with what Katprr said- I don't know of anyone I've ever heard say this who didn't have some pretty deep bi- or homosexual tendencies. As for my own thoughts about it, I can't say that I would want to have any physical contact like that with another man. And I don't pass any kind of judgment on those who do- people are just people, and desire is desire, and love is love- no amendments, exceptions or conditions. I know there are a lot of males who say that they wouldn't even entertain the thought of a MMF experience, and I wouldn't rule it out- but it's only something I would want to do in order to please the woman who's involved. I mean, if there was a woman who wanted to be satisfied by another man and me in the same experience, I would love to fulfill that for her- but I wouldn't want to have any real intimate physical contact with the other guy, if that makes sense [i don't know if that's a double standard or not; maybe you all understand what I'm saying, though]. And of course, all of the psychological hang-ups that can and are atttached to threesome experiences are not exempted. I say that because I don't think I could have a threesome with 'just anybody'...but also not with a woman who I'm particularly close to. I'm trying to make some points here, and I think I'm losing myself...and maybe the rest of you, too...LOL...but anyway, that's my philosophy about it.

I have to say I don't like a LOT of them...but they can be sexy as hell, depending.

I have to add here that guys get crushes, too. Maybe don't talk about them as much, or not in the same terms, as women do. I had this terrible, tremendous crush on a girl one time, when I was about 24 or 25. We used to go to the same club on the same night of the week, I mean week in and week out, and I had a difficult time keeping my eyes off of this girl [i say 'girl', but she was only a year or two younger than I, and that's it]...we would just sort of notice each other and smile, and that was about it. And the one time that I got the nerve up to talk to her, I actually told her that I had this 'terrible, schoolboy crush' on her, for quite awhile, and she sort of fawned about it a bit, she seemed to think it was so sweet. And then she said, 'I'm so sorry, you know, but...I sort of like my girls better.' Definitely wasn't the answer to that, that I thought I'd get, to say the least...hahaha...damn...but I said, 'Really, well, that's cool- I just couldn't stand to let it go any longer without telling you that', etc., etc... It's funny, that was all awhile ago, and I still remember exactly what she looked like. Damnit. Well, anyway...I don't think I have anything that could be called a 'crush' on anyone famous or anything like that. I get much more taken with people we might meet just in everyday life.

I don't think it's pornographic at all- sultry and sensual, definitely. Very, very cool.

Hmmm, yes, I'll bet this made things not nearly so lonely...heh heh heh. Gotta love sexy messages. I've enjoyed quite a few myself...

Cheryl is very very nice, indeed...and I have to put a good word in for Edyta and Julianne, also- I mean, HOT DAMN.

Yeah, things like this are always very cool to hear about (and even better to be a part of!). Sex getting better with age, I think that's mostly true, but it all depends on a person's particular situation. The scenario you described, though, with both of you seemingly feeling the same amazing things at the same time...I've had that, too. It was with someone who I was also very comfortable with, in complete silence. I don't know if it sounds cheesy, but we could just sit and look at each other for hours- just studying each other, and maybe a few simple touches, or something even as simple as just holding hands. That time would go by without so much as one word and it didn't even matter, because of all the thoughts we were giving each other without words. And the sex was even more incredible than that! Again, it's very cool, what you're finding- enjoy every bit of it!