The Men Are Not All Right

THE BOYS ARE NOT ALL RIGHT... TRUTH!  (click title above to take you to the original article, The Boys Are Not All Right, By Michael Ian Black, Published in the New York Times)

Last night I had a long conversation with a straight friend who also identifies as black. I identify as white and part of the LGBT community.  We talked about spirituality, masculinity, suicide, family and the crisis men in our nation / the world are under. Men are struggling. ALL MEN ARE STRUGGLING. The struggle doesn't discriminate. The struggle doesn't care about the color of your skin, how much money you're making or who you're sleeping with... Men are hurting in epidemic proportion.

We're struggling with what it means to "be a man", to "be a good father", to "provide" and to be good partners in our relationships.  We're trying to navigate our masculinity and love and how the two come together.  MEN... It is time to be reaching out to one another. It's past time to be reaching across the lines of race and ethnicity, culture, religious beliefs and socioeconomic status in order to share our stories, experiences and most of all our struggles and all THE SHIT that leads us down paths of shame and feeling emasculated.

Find a male friend you trust, respect and who you know loves you. Begin the conversation. If you're a man who is already strong in your feelings, communicates well and understands what I'm saying... REACH OUT TO OTHER MEN! WE NEED EACH OTHER NOW MORE THAN EVER!

If you're reading this and struggling today. Know that you are loved. Reach out. There are other men there to listen.   Share experiences and know you're not in this alone.  Help bring each other forward as men in this crazy world.

A Stranger Who Will Keep His Secret...

This place is a dump; most of them are. Their existence serves one purpose… To facilitate men getting off and that task typically requires few bells and whistles.  If you’re here on a Wednesday afternoon, it means your unemployed, retired or your landscaping / trades truck is hidden in the alley.  If you’re the guy with the truck, I’m here for you.

He’s probably married or has a girlfriend.  He’s not gay.  He loves this woman, but embraces the fact that his sexuality has a fluidity that she’ll never understand.  There are times when experiencing pleasure from another man is essential for him.  That’s where I come in.

His pleasure is my pleasure.  We won’t fuck.  Oral will be his mission.  His goal is to get in, get off, get out and back to work before anyone realizes he’s missing.  There will be no… “Oh, I just got here” or “I’m gunna take a break, I don’t wanna cum yet” statements from this man.  Cumming and going is his focus.

If I’m lucky, I’ll get three of these guys in an afternoon.  For me it will be time well spent.  For him…  A quick opportunity to get something he can never get at home and a chance meeting with a stranger who will keep his secret. 

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Better Than Your Wife?

He got undressed from the waist down.  He squeezed some lube in to my hand then laid on his back with his legs in the air.  His right leg he braced against the wall, I held his left.  I smeared the lube on his hole and drove my middle finger up his ass.  His toes curled and his eyes rolled as I massaged his prostate.  I stared into his eyes the entire time with a facial expression of stone.  This man is meat to me.  I knew once I felt his swelling G-spot and his heart beating in his ass it wouldn’t be long.  He moaned and his breathing became fast.  His hole became extra tight, clinched around my finger as he finished.  I pulled my finger out and slapped his ass.  He stood up and I asked one simple question… Well; was I better than your wife?


Much To Be Had...

Under the overcast green light, he laid there naked with his feet in the stirrups.  I played with is chest and worked his nipples while another anonymous dude rimmed his hole and worked his cock and balls.  Neither of us stayed long.  There were plenty of men and much to be had.




Because He Appreciates It...

And when he finished, I stood up to whisper in his ear... Every time we meet, I will do that for you. I appreciate a man who appreciates my efforts. He commended my efforts, complimented me on my gifts and talents and said thank you for being a man I give that to.

With my lips and tongue, I gave his earlobe the gentlest of caresses, kissed his neck and bid him good night.

Because Wednesday...

On his knees and elbows, he was positioned on the table for them. He was the host; all the others were guests. Like any good host, he was there for their pleasure. Some men came and went, just taking small tastes. Some men gorged themselves on the host’s offerings; feeding as if they hadn’t eaten in weeks. The more men fed, the more their host loved giving. It was a feast and pleasure was the main course.

In great fashion, the host just kept offering to his guests. He always brought more, never cutting anyone off. By the conclusion of the event, all guest were satiated and everyone left intoxicated. #BecauseWednesday