I Fucked a Dream Made Flesh

The best one I ever had was a boy from Colombia. He was a short, cute guy who walked into the gay beach bar on a very slow night. I was instantly attracted to him. I walked up, introduced myself, and started talking to him. His name was Carlos Alberto, and he was in town for business. We must have talked for a couple of hours, before I suggested that we go for a walk. We found a clandestine place under a palm tree, and we smiled at each other. Then, we French kissed, felt each other up, exchanged phone numbers, and called it a night.

The second night, we went to his hotel room to fuck. We fooled around to get all horny and superhard. Then, we did the porn star pre-fuck rituals: We got naked, and I slapped on a condom and a generous amount of lube. Carlos Alberto got on all fours at the edge of the bed, so I could enter him while standing up. I pushed my dick a little into his beautiful round ass, then slowly pulled back a bit, a little in, a little back, in, back, in, back, until slowly, slowly I was inside him.

The closet doors were full length mirrors, and I watched myself slowly fuck my hot boy from the back. He moaned at every thrust. Loud trade always makes me feel like a goddamn, motherfucker of a real man. I also watched my vanilla white body move against his burning olive skin, as I began to fuck him faster. His screams became shorter, faster, and louder with pleasure. A warm feeling raced through me. Our toned bodies looked so fucking hot and athletic in the mirror.

I wasn't prepared for that. We really looked good together. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My eyes teared up. I felt like I was melting. I'd been with other boys, but it had never felt so good, so natural, so compatible, so beautiful, so overwhelming. I began to vary my thrusts. I gave Carlos Alberto every fuck combination I knew: two deep thrusts and three shallow ones, three deep, one shallow, one deep, four shallow, etc.

Our first fuck got to be too much for us. He came and hollered at every squirt. I came inside him a little later. I wanted to keep fucking him, but he put his hand on my thigh. I had worn him out. I stayed inside of him and just bent over and hugged him. I had found the one. We spent the following nights naked in that hotel room. We did every position: lotus, doggie, standing, butterfly, missionary, pillar and the ivy, etc. We'd fuck, shower, sleep, then wake up horny and repeat the cycle.

Once in a great while, we'd go to the bar, just to take a break. A friend of mine got me alone, briefly tickled my stomach, and asked, "Who's the boy?" I told him what had happened, and he said, "Oh, you're kind of smitten by him, and he's kind of smitten by you." He was right. Carlos Alberto and I were so fucking into each other.

Eventually, he had to leave. He lived in a different city far away. We stayed in touch for a while, but life intervened. I found a boyfriend, and he did, too. We never saw each other again, but occasionally I think about young Carlos Alberto. Between us, there was no problem, no hang-up, no obstacle. It was as if we had been created to fuck each other. I hope I meet another guy like that, another boy in the mirror, another reflection in my eyes, another man in my image.

Photo Credits:
Sleeping Couple 1 -- Unknown origin;
Boy in Bed 2 -- Eric Nies from The Real World: New York 
     (1992 / Season 1);
Latin Guy Walking 3 -- Unknown origin; Shorts: No Fear;
Forest Satyr 4 -- Model Ryan Woods.

I Discovered Porn in a Creek

 
Actress Pam Grier battles a Los Angeles drug cartel in the 1973 blaxploitation film Coffy. In spite of its excessive sexual content, it was one of the first major American movies to feature a black female as the lead character.

My first porn film was a gift from the gods. I was around ten years old, and I loved to play in the creek that ran through the backyard of my dad's house. One day, I found what looked like a home movie in the creek sand. I took it to the house and cleaned it in the kitchen.

Then, I unrolled the film a little and looked at the first images. The title was Horn Blower. Then, the first scene showed a plain-looking white woman mouthing a gun. I asked my dad to show it on the projector.

My step-family was naturally curious about the film I'd found in the creek. My step-sister was there. She was a little older than me. Also, my young step half-uncle and his buddy were on leave from the Navy. We gathered around the projector, and Daddy started the film.

Sure enough, the Horn Blower title ran, and the film opened with that woman mouthing the gun. She did that for a little bit. Then, she took the gun and entered a store. The film went out of focus, but Daddy quickly adjusted the lens. The woman pointed the gun at a male clerk and ordered him to the backroom.

Then, she suddenly lifted her blouse and ordered the man to suck her titty. Just then, the film jammed in the projector. My step half-uncle and his friend burst out laughing, and my step-sister begged my dad to fix the jam and show the rest of the movie. Daddy said we'd seen enough.

I sometimes wonder if my dad intentionally jammed the projector. I also wonder how that cheap vintage porn film ended. I always laugh about how I watched my first porn flick with my step-family, no less. It was a beautiful way to start.

Deep Throat (1972) enjoyed mainstream success and ushered in a short era of tolerance for porn films. Its title was later immortalized as the nickname for the Watergate informant who helped bring down the Nixon administration in 1974.

Debbie Does Dallas (1978) was another successful porn film. In spite of the title, Debbie (Bambi Woods) never reaches Dallas, although she intends to travel there to try out for the "Texas Cowgirl Cheerleaders." Instead, she "does" people in her hometown to raise money for the trip.

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Malebranche Gets Horny for Manly Men

Jack Malebranche is not gay. He is not effeminate. He is not a feminist. He is not the Gay Movement. He is not lesbian/bisexual/gay/transgender/transexual (LBGTT).

He loves men. He is masculine. He accomplishes things. He admires real men. He takes charge of his own life. He is honest, respectful, and honorable. (So he says.) He gets along with other men --gay, bi, and straight. (We hope.) He is an androphile --a masculine man who loves masculine men.

This is a quick summary of Androphilia: A Manifesto --Rejecting the Gay Identity, Reclaiming Masculinity by Jack Malebranche (Baltimore, MD: Scapegoat, 2006, ISBN 0-9764035-8-7). He says androphiles are ill-served by a gay movement that favors feminism, effeminacy, and leftist politics. He even rejects the term gay as too feminine, decadent, and superficial.

Jack Malebranche --whose pen name is a running sexual joke-- believes the present gay community is gossipy, divided, valueless, and sexually irresponsible. He calls on androphiles to live more honorable lives within the larger world of men. (Confucius would be proud.) He also asks them to distance themselves from groups they have little in common with: lesbians, drag queens, transgenders, transsexuals, and flaming faggots. Fraternity yes, LBGTT no.

Androphilia is a great read. It's no surprise that the book's becoming something of a fucking bible among androphiles. I do have a problem with the andro terms, though. Androphilia sounds like a disease, and androphile reminds people of sick, sleazoid, perverted pedophiles. No, man, gay is here to stay. It's better to jack with existing terms, such as butch fag, gym queer, masculine gay, and hypermasculine gay.

Malebranche's Androphilia also repeats history's mistakes. The book comes dangerously close to the homophile groups of the 50s and 60s. Homophiles said we were normal, we were like everyone else, and we should keep all expressions of homosexuality private, but damned if this self-imposed invisibility didn't desexualize a sexual movement! The desire for acceptance and assimilation actually expanded the closet.

We masculine gays should embrace the larger world of men, but we can only go so far. We're not like everyone else. When we leave our straight friends, we chat up men, we date men, and we get laid with men. We don't have to hang out with LBGTT organizations, but we shouldn't abandon all their political goals, either.

Gay marriage may not be our thing. (Hell! Even straight men get fucking bored with their marriages.) On the other hand, fighting discrimination is a manly thing to do. After all, the Gay Movement may be somewhat hostile toward traditional masculinity, but a political weapon is a political weapon. We can deal with the dandies when we have to. We can win the war. We can build a better world for manly gay motherfuckers.

(Editor's Note: The third edition is now available through a different publisher, Dissonant Hum.)

Photo Credits:
Jack Malebranche 1 -- Publicity shot;
Androphilia 2 -- Jack Malebranche, Baltimore, MD: Scapegoat, 2006;
Military Trim 3 -- Unknown origin;
Triathlete 4 -- Marine Lance Corporal Anthony M. Madonia at the
     2005 Catoctin Mountain Triathlon in Thurmont, Maryland;
     Public domain photo by Corporal Earnest J. Barnes;
Hot Tanktop Dude 5 -- Model Leighton Stultz.

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How I Conquered My Ticklish Frenulum

Andreas Stich (left) and Bobby Williams service each other in the porn film Hot Properties. The actors' poses and the camera angle form an artistic composition --a rare feat in depictions of 69. Even the rug is beautiful. The photo appears here courtesy of Raging Stallion Studios.

Doing 69 tickles me something fierce. There's just something about a guy's mouth upside down on my dick. It drives me wild! When I started trying to do 69, I'd burst out laughing.

A guy can suck me right side up or sideways all fucking day. He can even lick the entire underside of my dick. Being serviced the regular way ain't a problem, but when the roof of his mouth touches my underside, it sends me to the moon. Oh God!

With time, I've been able to steel myself. Believe me; it took a lot of tickles and laughter along the way. Man, I thought I'd never start getting over this. This is yet another example of practice making perfect!

For penis anatomy students, the dick underside just below the head is called the frenulum. It's the G-spot for some cut guys. (That's me!) It can contain a lot nerve endings. (No wonder I'm ticklish there.)

Things are a lot better, now that I can stand it. I still go to the edge of laughing and recoiling --oh fuck-- but I can control it. Finally, I'm enjoying what I've been missing.

Additional Photo Credits:
69 Sideways 2 -- Adam and Jack, BlakeMason (Adam is wearing
     the necklace);
69 Above and below 3 -- Perfect Cock 4, Gay No Limit.

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Parade Around Naked in the Locker Room

The locker room used to be a nudist colony. We guys would walk around naked and bathe together in the common showers. We were fucking proud of our bodies. We'd talk, laugh, horse around, and pop each other with our towels. If any male was shy about undressing, we'd tell them, "We're all guys here." This meant, "Don't worry," and "Cowboy up," at the same time.

Then, something strange happened as the Gay Movement became more visible. Males started to become ashamed. They turned away from each other while dressing and undressing. They wouldn't be caught dead without towels or clothes on. They quit using the common showers.

Schools and YMCAs started installing private shower stalls. Males started saying things like, "I don't want gay guys checking me out." It was as if guys and locker rooms were recoiling from the world. Males were now more modest than the women!

Real men reject this state of affairs. They fucking use the common showers. They walk around uncovered. They don't get hard, because they've gotten used to being naked. (Practice makes perfect.) They are fearless. If other guys look at them, who the fuck cares? Every American male --whether gay, bi, or straight-- is taught to admire the athletic male body.

It's time to turn back the clock on this one. It's time to shed our paranoia about gays. It's time to enjoy our nudity. We thank God we're men. We thank God we have dicks. We should thank God we have locker rooms. We should enjoy this freedom from clothes and women. This is our world of men. It's where we can express an American masculinity based on fun, courage, fraternity, and self-confidence --not fear, shame, hatred, and isolation.

Take off those towels. Get out of those clothes. Shed those inhibitions. Play rough. Raise hell. Laugh big. Wrestle each other. Pop each other. Cuss up a storm. We're all guys here. Let's fucking act like it.

All three pictures are of unknown origin.

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I Could Fuck a Million Boys

God! How I fucking enjoy being gay! I love hunting for a hot guy to screw. I get hard for many types: tall, short, slim, muscular, black, white, Latin, Asian, and Middle Eastern. I'm also into regular guys --you know, the ones who are neither tall nor short, fat nor skinny-- just regular guys. They can be very masculine and project a smoldering sexuality. I haven't had any experience with Native American guys, but if they're hot, I'm so in, dude.

My friends express disbelief that I don't have just one specific type. Don't get me wrong. I know male beauty when I see it. A guy has to have that certain it factor. He has to make me hard. He has to make my mouth dry. He has to make me feel a little shy about introducing myself. I muster my courage. I walk up to him. I start a conversation. I'm rarely disappointed.

I want to explore what that it factor is. I can't explain it right now. I'm far too multicultural in my tastes. Maybe someday, I'll find some pattern --some structure-- but for right now, if I want to fuck you, it's for a lot of reasons. I can tell you some of them, but not all. I'll be too busy getting into your pants again and again and again.

Photographer Michael A. Downs took this highly charged shot of model Matt Stone in 2008 in New York City. Stone's zero body fat and trimmed body hair accentuate his muscular torso. The smirk and the holding of the sunglasses is pure male swagger. The pulled down Calvin Klein underwear conveys a potential energy. Stone looks as if he wants to jump out of his Calvins and have sex. The hot picture is featured on the Michael A. Downs vehicle www.masculinemag.com.

The first photo is of unknown origin. 

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How to Become a Muscular Motherfucker

The gym is my second home. That's no surprise. I used to be way too skinny. I weighed 140 pounds soaking wet. So, naturally I wanted to bulk up. I dreamed of having big guns, big legs, a big ass, but most of all, a big fucking chest. I have lusted for big guys' chests since middle school.

I used free weights, Nautilus machines, and endured the asinine debate about which was better. The answer was: neither. It was the routine, you stupid dumb fucks, not the equipment. I even went through Body for Life by that fake-ass bitch Bill Phillips. What a goddamn disappointment! I got a little more toned from the challenge, but I was still stuck with the same problem: I was a hard gainer.

Then, I read about periodization in the November 2004 Muscle & Fitness article "Bare Arms" by John Cena -- yes, the John Cena, the professional wrestler John Cena, the hot motherfucker John Cena. He recommended periodization --generally, workout variation-- as the way to go. I had to learn more.

I found a periodization bible: Serious Strength Training by Tudor O. Bompa, Mauro di Pasquale, and Lorenzo J. Cornacchia (Champaign IL: Human Kinetics, 2003, ISBN 0-7360-4266-0). I consulted it religiously. Over time, I came up with a year-long litany of varying routines to get fucking big. Nothing was sacred. I began to constantly change reps, sets, weights, and exercises --and hallelujah, hallelujah, it fucking worked!

I began to get ripped, man, but I learned something along the way. The sample routines in the book were recipes for overtraining, in my case. When I cut back on my training --boom!-- my muscles really started to fucking grow. Every gym rat responds differently, but for me, less is more.

Periodization fucking rocks, because it fools the body into bulking up. The muscles never adapt to the point of shutting down growth. Traditional gym routines eventually fail, because they're just the same thing over and over, and the body gets wise to that.

Now I have a thick chest, nice shoulders, big guns, a "V" torso, a large ass, and legs that can kill. I look like a filled-out motherfucker. I'll always be tall, and I'll never be as big as John Cena, but there's something hot about a tall slim guy who's put on some muscle. The proof is in the bedroom. I get more attention, I get more dates, and I get more sex. That's what it's all about, guys. Now you know. Get the book, hit the gym, put on mass --and get more fucking dick!

My Year-Long Hypertrophy (Muscle Mass) Program

Hypertrophy is pronounced hi-PURR-tro-fee. For years, I mispronounced it to myself, until quite by accident, I realized my mistake. The word is peculiar to athletic and scientific circles.

Anyway, find out the 1-rep maximum of about 10 weight exercises and calculate the appropriate percentages each week. Lift the indicated repetitions and sets. Try increasing your 1-rep maxes by 5 pounds about every three weeks.

Anatomical Adaptation Phase 1

Week 1:  (1 rep x 1 set @ 100% max)
              15 reps x 2 sets @ 50% max
Week 2: 12 reps x 3 sets @ 60% max
Week 3: 10 reps x 3 sets @ 70% max

Long Hypertrophy Phase 1

Week 1:  Try increasing your 1-rep maxes by 5 pounds.
               (1 rep x 1 set @ 100% new max)
              10 reps x 3 sets @ 70% max
Week 2: 8+ reps x 2 sets @ 75% max (8+ = 8 or more reps)
Week 3: 10 reps x 3 sets @ 70% max

Week 4:  Try increasing your 1-rep maxes by 5 pounds.
               (1 rep x 1 set @ 100% new max)
               8+ reps x 2 sets @ 75% max (8+ = 8 or more reps)
Week 5:  7+ reps x 3 sets @ 80% max
Week 6:  4   reps x 5 sets @ 85% max

Transition Week 1 (One week off)

Long Hypertrophy Phase 2
Week 1:  (1 rep x 1 set @ 100% new max)
              10 reps x 3 sets @ 70% max
Week 2: 8+ reps x 2 sets @ 75% max
Week 3: 10 reps x 3 sets @ 70% max

Week 4:  (1 rep x 1 set @ 100% new max)
               8+ reps x 2 sets @ 75% max
Week 5:  7+ reps x 3 sets @ 80% max
Week 6:  4   reps x 5 sets @ 85% max

Transition Week 2 (One week off)

Short Mixed Phase 1 (Strength and Hypertrophy)
Week 1:  (1 rep x 1 set @ 100% new max)
                7 reps x 2 sets @ 80% max
              12 reps x 2 sets @ 60% max
Week 2:   3 reps x 2 sets @ 90% max
              10 reps x 2 sets @ 70% max
Week 3:   2 reps x 1 set  @ 95% max
                7 reps x 3 sets @ 80% max

Short Hypertrophy Phase 3

Week 1:  (1 rep x 1 set @ 100% new max)
               8+ reps x 2 sets @ 75% max
Week 2:  7+ reps x 3 sets @ 80% max
Week 3:  4   reps x 5 sets @ 85% max

Short Mixed Phase 2 (Strength and Hypertrophy)
Week 1:  (1 rep x 1 set @ 100% new max)
                7 reps x 2 sets @ 80% max
              12 reps x 2 sets @ 60% max
Week 2:   3 reps x 2 sets @ 90% max
              10 reps x 2 sets @ 70% max
Week 3:   2 reps x 1 set  @ 95% max
                7 reps x 3 sets @ 80% max

Transition Weeks 3-4 (Two weeks off)

After these two rest / transition weeks, use your old maxes from the previous training phase. Do not increase them. This prevents injuries.

Anatomical Adaptation Phase 2
Week 1: (1-rep x 1 set @ 100% previous max)
              15 reps x 2 sets @ 50% max
Week 2: 12 reps x 3 sets @ 60% max
Week 3: 10 reps x 3 sets @ 70% max

Long Hypertrophy Phase 4
Week 1:  (1 rep x 1 set @ 100% new max)
              10 reps x 3 sets @ 70% max
Week 2: 8+ reps x 2 sets @ 75% max
Week 3: 10 reps x 3 sets @ 70% max

Week 4:  (1 rep x 1 set @ 100% new max)
               8+ reps x 2 sets @ 75% max
Week 5:  7+ reps x 3 sets @ 80% max
Week 6:  4   reps x 5 sets @ 85% max

Transition Week 5 (One week off)

Short Mixed Phase 3 (Strength and Hypertrophy)
Week 1:  (1 rep x 1 set @ 100% new max)
                7 reps x 2 sets @ 80% max
              12 reps x 2 sets @ 60% max
Week 2:   3 reps x 2 sets @ 90% max
              10 reps x 2 sets @ 70% max
Week 3:   2 reps x 1 set  @ 95% max
                7 reps x 3 sets @ 80% max

Short Hypertrophy Phase 5
Week 1:  (1 rep x 1 set @ 100% new max)
               8+ reps x 2 sets @ 75% max
Week 2:  7+ reps x 3 sets @ 80% max
Week 3:  4   reps x 5 sets @ 85% max

Long Mixed Phase 4 (Strength and Hypertrophy)

Week 1:  (1 rep x 1 set @ 100% new max)
                7 reps x 2 sets @ 80% max
              12 reps x 2 sets @ 60% max
Week 2:   3 reps x 2 sets @ 90% max
              10 reps x 2 sets @ 70% max
Week 3:   3 reps x 2 sets @ 80% max
              12 reps x 2 sets @ 60% max
Week 4:   2 reps x 1 set  @ 95% max
                7 reps x 3 sets @ 80% max

Transition Weeks 6-9 (Four weeks off)

Repeat year's routine. After the long, four-week layoff, for the next Anatomical Adaptation Phase 1, use your old maxes from the previous training phase or even lesser maxes. This prevents injuries.

This calendar constantly varies reps, sets, and weights. To vary workout length, do an extra set for about 5 exercises you want to emphasize during the Mixed Phases and two extra sets for the same 5 or so exercises during the Hypertrophy Phases.

This program also simplifies the convoluted details of the sample workouts found in Serious Strength Training. Our routine adopts a consistent max percentage for each week, differentiates the hypertrophy and maximum strength parts of the Mixed Phases, and strengthens the inverse relationship between reps and weights, that is, more reps for lighter weights and fewer reps for heavier weights.

Photo Credits:
Gym Stud 1 -- Unknown origin;
John Cena 2 -- World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE);
Serious Strength Training 3 -- Champaign IL: Human Kinetics, 2003;
Anthony C 4 -- Michael A. Downs for All American Guys;
Park Stripper 5 -- Unknown origin. 

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Swim Naked with a Raging Hard-On!

I'm a closet nudist. I sleep naked, I jump rope nude at home, and I don't wear anything under my shorts, when I run outside or do stadium steps. I've even run naked when the coast was clear, but nothing beats the freedom of swimming nude. Gliding through water with nothing on is the ultimate sports rush.

Once, I lived in a neighborhood where everyone turned in early. There was a pool at an apartment complex nearby, and I took full advantage of it. I would do my late night running, and then I would strip down and jump in the pool. No one was the wiser. No one left their apartment. No one drove their car. No one came to the pool. It was just me, a tall naked white guy swimming laps.

Sometimes, I would get a woody while freestyling or doing the butterfly. It felt so fucking fantastic! I would swim faster while hard. Maybe it was the rush from feeling horny, but then again, my hard cock was hydrodynamic. I was fucking water.

Another time, I lived near a beach. Man, I enjoyed going out at night and jumping in the ocean naked with whatever boyfriend I had or hot boy I was dating. We would play and wrestle and splash each other, and sometimes we would end it all by jacking each other off at the water's edge.

When I was growing up, people called it skinny-dipping, but that term seems rather feminine and old-fashioned now. I prefer swimming nude, naked, in the raw, buck-ass naked, naked as a jaybird, or my favorite: swimming with balls out and bare-assed. I credit that last one to Kevin Arnold, the guy who inspired this blog.

Our male ancestors swam buck-ass naked --in times ancient and modern. The man's bathing suit dates from the 1700s, but many males continued to swim nude, especially when females were not around. In the early Twentieth Century, many pools even required male nudity. Lint from wool and cotton bathing suits would clog the pool filters of the time. When the YMCA began to admit women in the early 60s, male swimsuits became the norm there.

Real men grab every chance to swim in the raw. It's liberating. It's revolutionary. It's sexually-charged. There's nothing more inspiring than watching naked athletic guys splash around in the water. I get all precum wet just thinking about it. Okay guys, it's time to strip. Jump in! The water's fine.

Photo Credits:
Naked White Diver 1 -- Unknown origin;
Latin Hard-On 2 -- Max Schutler;
River Nude Dudes 3 -- Playgirl;
Hot Beach Ass 4 -- Unknown origin. 

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Ancient Western History for Rowdy Faggots

In the beginning, there was Gilgamesh, the Sumerian superhero. He was a strong, courageous man-god with a perfect body. He met his match in Enkidu, a wild nature boy civilized by sex with a female prostitute. (Honest! That's how the story goes.) Gilgamesh and Enkidu fought and fought, but neither could win. So, they became intimate friends, and went on to fight demons together. Their story is our first homoerotic myth, as well as the world's first great epic.

The Western love of the strong male body continues with Pharaoh, clad only in waistcloth and headdress. In statues, his toned arms, chest, and "V" torso literally express his power over Egypt. He would not be out of place in our gyms.

The ancients took human sexuality for granted, and the Greeks were no exception. In fact, they practically institutionalized homosexuality. They left us beautiful sculptures of young men and homosexual pottery art that rivals the images on our porn websites.

"What is Rome?" the movie Gladiator (2000) asks, as we admire Maximus (Russell Crowe), as well as other characters. Rome is war and sex. It transforms the Greek worship of naked male Olympic athletes into rougher, yet still erotic, gladitorial combat. Today, Greco-Roman sports culture is alive and well in America. We encourage guys --regardless of their sexuality-- to study and admire male athletes.

So, we're nothing new. When we work out, when we enjoy porn, when we help our boyfriends, when we engage in muscle worship, when we test each other's strength, we're continuing a long, glorious tradition. We're sons of the ancients. Everyday, even in small ways, we make them proud.

Photo Credits:
Gilgamesh Grabbing a Lion 1 -- Assyrian sculpture at the Louvre in
     Paris;
Pharoah Menkaura and Queen Khamerernabty II 2 -- Egyptian
     sculpture circa 2530 BC at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts;
Orgy (Detail) 3 -- Ancient Greek Plate from the Fifth Century BC at
     the Louvre in Paris;
Russell Crowe as Maximus 4 -- Gladiator. Dir. Ridley Scott.
     DreamWorks Pictures, Universal Pictures, Scott Free
     Productions, and Red Wagon Entertainment, 2000.

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Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump Around!

 
"Men Nude Running on the Beach" is an action shot by photographer Bruce Weber. He showcases his work on his website http://www.bruceweber.com/.


Okay, guys, strip! Right now! Jump up and down. Run in place. Make your dicks slap every which way. It's fucking good for you. This is the way God intended for you to work your body. If you get hard, don't worry about it. Keep running. Get used to it. Your dicks are tougher than you think.

If it hurts, well, you jacked off too hard last time. Give yourself a few days to heal. You'll live. You'll be flapping around in no time.

A funny column on the subject is "Where Have All the Jockstraps Gone?" by Daniel Akst of Slate. Seems Gen X and Y guys have ditched jocks in favor of boxers and boxer briefs. It's just as well. Jockstraps never prevented hernias in the first place.

Akst is a little too old-fashioned to be talking about the subject. He's scandalized by guys who wear boxers at the gym. (Oh my!) He also makes his sons wear cups. (Poor boys!)

The male athletic body is stronger than Akst thinks. We rough boys can wear boxers to work out or even nothing under our shorts. At nude beaches, we can even run fucking stark naked. Our dicks are not going to break.

I jump rope naked inside my apartment. I don't wear underwear when I run --just shoes, socks, and shorts. I especially enjoy hanging loose, when I run stadium steps. Hell, I've even run naked, when no one was around and I could get away with it.

Yes, I get a hard-on sometimes, but I don't worry about it. Men are supposed to get rock hard. That's not a problem. (Not getting hard --now that's a problem.) If you're still embarrassed, just stop for a while. You'll calm down.

The only thing that happens to me with a workout woody is I may get some precum slung on me. Sweet! I wear it as a badge of honor.

Actually, bouncing around while exercising reminds me of rough sex. My balls jump around just as much, when I'm fucking jackhammer speed, but that's another column. In the meantime, enjoy your workouts, guys. Make those balls bounce. Make that shaft slap. Enjoy the fucking freedom. God! It's great to be a young jock flapping free.

Naked male sports, like the soccer match in this orphaned picture, have an interesting history. Some men jump at the chance to play naked. They feel they play better without the weight and restriction of clothes. They also enjoy the freedom of a flapping dick.

The jock has lost its appeal in the athletic world, but it continues to thrill as a fetish and a fashion statement. Here, Timothy John Mandala plays with his jock in Naked Boys Singing on September 28, 2007, at New World Stages, an off Broadway theatre in New York City.

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Welcome to the Fucking Fraternity!

These two guys are the perfect welcoming committee for our fraternity. They are visiting Yosemite National Park in California. We don't know their names, but we enjoy the boy-next-door act that barely covers their wild sensuality.

Hello all you porn-loving frat boys! This corner of the universe is for masculine men who love the same. Some refer to us as butch, college, military, masculine, and hypermasculine. We're also called straight-acting, but that's problematic: There's nothing straight about us.

This blog was inspired by Kevin Arnold. We met him as ballsy25, a hot guy from the now-defunct gay dating site D-List. He used to have a blog called The Language of Masculinity. Unfortunately, he took it down, but I missed it so much, I had to create something similar.

We worship traditionally masculine roles: cowboys, athletes, gym rats, college boys, military trade, blue-collar workers --you name it. We enjoy acting and feeling like real men. We admire and love masculinity in other men.

We hope you'll enjoy our periodic columns and debates about butch fags and what it means to be a real man. This is your rec room. This is your clubhouse. This is your hangout. Enjoy our pinup boys and have a beer on us. We're glad you came --pun intended!

The hot naked Mark Allen stretches out in a vacant room and captures the sensuality of athleticism. He had a career in stripping and porn modelling during the early 90s, and this is one of his best artistic portraits..

In the future, hot guys will be allowed to wash their cars naked. It'll save them the hassle of dealing with wet shorts, and it'll give people another opportunity to enjoy male beauty. Model is Taylor Treavon of Badpuppy.

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