Rub Piss on Your Dick, Shower, and Then Fuck Like No Tomorrow

 
I want to burst out laughing, whenever I see a guy buying Solarcaine. It's obvious that he's trying to prevent premature ejaculation, but any lover would notice what he was doing. Grabbing a dick with that stuff on it instantly feels weird.

We talked about ejaculation control in our post How to Become a Multiorgasmic Stud. Guys can learn to delay their splooges while jacking off. It takes a little practice, but approaching the point of no return several times and stopping to enjoy dry orgasms can make you a better lover.

This technique, sometimes called edging, requires stopping and restarting during sex, but what if you wanted to suck and fuck all night? What if you got tired of interrupting everything, taking a deep breath, and waiting for the dry orgasm to subside? What if you had total cum control?

The answer has been inside you all along. Urine can soften and thicken the skin. Athletes have known this for generations. Many of them use piss to prevent blisters. Pee can also make you a sexual dynamo.

The first time I tried this, I stepped in the shower and pissed in one of those big, plastic, fast food, drink cups. I poured and rubbed my urine all over my dick and waited five minutes. Then, I took my shower as usual. I did this everyday. I even encouraged my then-boyfriend Diego to do the same. It toughened up our schlongs, but it surprisingly made them very soft, too. We loved how different they felt.

It was as if we had brand new penises, but the real surprise was in the bedroom. We had been a half-hour couple before, but then we had an all night fuck session for the first time. We took turns sucking each other off, doing 69, banging each other's ass, and screaming on every thrust. We had loud, rough sex until dawn. We never came anywhere near cumming!

Exhausted, we lubed up our dicks again and jacked each other off violently to get some satisfaction. We finally blew our loads and covered each other's abs with globs of postponed cum. To top it all off, I squeezed Diego's tool hard and made him scream and laugh. He struggled to pry open my grip. (A guy's dick is very ticklish, just after he spews.)

After that experience, we only put pee on our dicks two or three times a week. We still enjoyed the occasional all nighter, but sometimes, we were just as happy with half nighters, as well as quicker times. Putting piss on our cocks every once in a while opened a new world of options. It gave us control of the clock.

We became men's men. Our uncanny wad control boosted our self-confidence enormously. We became more aggressive at work. We walked around like cocky motherfuckers. We even started attracting women of all things! Everywhere we went, we knew in the back of our minds that we could fuck any which way for as long as we wanted to. I'm sure our sexual pride shined through.

Every guy is different. Some need to put pee on their wieners every day, and others, like my then-boyfriend and I, not so often. Experiment. See what happens in bed. Adjust accordingly.

I don't call my then-boyfriend my ex for a reason. We never officially broke up. Life separated us. We had to take better job opportunities in other places to support our respective parents, but Diego and I never forgot the insane sex we enjoyed. It brought us closer together at the time.

We have gone our separate ways. We have had other relationships, but once every few years, Diego and I find ourselves in the same town, and we fuck each other like jackrabbits. It was all so simple, really: piss on your pecker five minutes before showering. We wished we had known this trick earlier.

Photo Credits:
Grocery Store Boy 1 -- Flickr Photo by Tony Alter, 2011
Vintage Ad 2 -- Solarcaine, 1962;
Masturbation 3 -- Gabriel from Sean Cody;
Hot Boy Showering 4 -- Kumar from Fratmen;
Penis Inspection 5 -- Brodie and Calvin from Sean Cody
     (Calvin is feeling up Brodie);
Table Sex 6 -- Hawaii: Isaac and Jake from Sean Cody
     (Isaac is bottoming);
Couch Sex 7 -- Ryan and Brodie from Sean Cody
     (Ryan is sitting on Brodie);
Floor Sex 8 -- Doug and Jake from Sean Cody
     (Doug is topping);
Common Shower 9 -- Four unknown guys, 1939.

Alan B. Stone's Beefcake Rises Again

You're a criminal. Your attraction to men is illegal. You're a young queer living in the 50s. Why, they even call you a pinko commie, which is odd. You made an A in your Americanism vs. Communism class.

The closet is Hell, but the movies speak to you. You saw Rebel without a Cause several times, while necking with the projectionist guy. Everyone raves about James Dean as Jim, but you know better. Sal Mineo as Plato is the real rebel. He keeps trying to get Jim alone at the abandoned mansion. Plato is like you and your handsome movie theatre boy. It's like a secret fraternity. We have our own codes and symbols.

The magazines also speak to you. You frequent the local newsstand. There among the confession and science fiction glossies are the Holy of Holies: the fitness and physique magazines. You buy them one by one, along with newspapers to hide them, so as not to arouse suspicion and horrible reactions like, "You goddamn, fucking queer!"

You collect Vim, Your Physique, Tomorrow's Man, Body Beautiful, Physique Pictorial, and others. They cost next to nothing. One is 35 cents; another is maybe 50. You take them home, choose your favorite Greek gods, and jerk off in ritual worship of their sacred images.

The magazines feature photography studio ads! You order more beefcake pictures. They thankfully arrive in plain envelopes. You have more semi-naked athletes, cowboys, sailors, lumberjacks, and Roman soldiers to add to your collection. You jack off all the more, when you can't be with your boyfriend.

The pictures make life bearable in this bland, repressive, and dangerous time. Mark One is one of your favorite mail order sources. The envelopes come from Lachine, a city near Montréal. The photographer dares not speak his name. You understand why. A man can get arrested for "crimes against nature." For you, his is the unknowable, unspeakable name of God.

You don't know Alan Bentley Stone. He fell into beefcake photography through an unlikely source. Stone grew up in the Boy Scouts of Canada. When he began his photography business, he naturally took pictures for some Scouting publications. To illustrate some exercises, he photographed bodybuilder Billy Hill, a former Scout. Stone suddenly saw a lucrative future beyond that contract.

World War II has ended, and interest in bodybuilding is growing. This has led to an explosion of muscle mags, and homosexuals like you represent the majority of their readers. You don't know Stone's name, but through the years, you love his pinup boys: Martin Reid, Gilles Leonard, Steve Belding, Mike Mangione, Gérald Desfossés, and many others.

You don't know that Stone suffers from arthritis, but in spite of his disease, he becomes one of the most successful beefcake photographers in Canada during the 50s and 60s. You don't know what becomes of him. You don't know the sacred mystery --until now.

In 2006, Amérimage-Spectra produced the 49 minute documentary Eye on the Guy: Alan B. Stone and the Age of Beefcake. It features an audiotaped interview of Stone, as well as his pictures and home movies of his models.

It also includes commentary from fellow artist Peter Flinsh, anthropologist Ross Higgins, former curator Jean-François Larose, bodybuilding entrepreneur Ben Weider, and Concordia University (Montréal) cinema professor Dr. Tom Waugh. The documentary was directed by Philip Lewis and Jean-François Monette.

The documentary DVD is sold by the Archives gaies du Québec (Gay Archives of Québec), where Stone's photo collection is now preserved. Even though the Archives website advertises the DVD, you cannot buy it online. You have to order it by mail. Talk about retro.

Just send a $30 check ($25 for the DVD plus $5 shipping and handling) to this address:

     Gay Archives of Québec
     4067 Boulevard St. Laurent #202
     Montréal, Québec
     H2W 1Y7 Canada

Include your name, address, the DVD title (Eye on the Guy: Alan B. Stone and the Age of Beefcake), and which language you prefer: the French version or the "English/International" version.

Before Calvin Klein popularized homoerotic images in the 80s, Stone and his fellow photographers advertised their hugely profitable mail order businesses in the beefcake magazines under the guise of art, health, fitness, and historical reenactments. Many pictures seem dated now. The posing straps that some models wore look especially obsolete, but they were required by law. They couldn't show their dicks or pubic hair.

However, there's still a timelessness to Stone's work. Many of his pictures are minimalist in style: Just the models, ma'am. Unlike other photographers, Stone wasn't big on props --maybe a chair here or a rope there. He also wasn't keen on sets. He photographed men in junkyards, bare studios, abandoned houses, and natural settings. This is in contrast to Bob Mizer's models, who are sometimes upstaged by woefully outdated Hollywood sets and costumes.

Alan B. Stone was a Canadian Scout made good, and he's starting to gain a new following through vintage beefcake websites. He died in 1992, but his photos have clearly outlived the magazines that first published them. As the United States catches up to Canada's more progressive attitudes about homosexuality, it's high time we celebrate the iconic beauty of his pictures.

You're legal now. They can't disapprove. You and Stone's boys no longer have to live in the shadows.

 

Ross Higgins and Martin Reid (née Marcel F. Raymond) of the Archives gaies du Québec contributed Photos 7, 9, 10, and 11, and answered numerous questions about Alan B. Stone. The biography Martin Reid: The Life and Times (2001) by Christopher Frey is also sold by the Archives.

Photo Credits:
Car Boy 1 -- Alan B. Stone;
James Dean (left) and Sal Mineo 2 -- Rebel without a Cause. Dir.
      Nicolas Ray. Warner Bros. Pictures, 1955;
Newsstand 3 -- Alan B. Stone, 1951;
Mike Mangione 4 -- Alan B. Stone;
Alan B. Stone 5 -- Unknown photographer;
Billy Hill 6 -- Alan B. Stone;
Martin Reid 7 -- Alan B. Stone;
Eye on the Guy ad 8 -- Studio oneonone design of
      Amérimage-Spectra documentary (2006) information
      superimposed on Mike Mangione by Alan B. Stone (1962);
Gérald Desfossés and Mike Mangione 9 -- Alan B. Stone;
Physique Illustrated covers 10 -- Keith Fisk (left, April 1963) and
     Mike Mangione (September, no year) by Alan B. Stone;
Cliff D'Arrow 11 -- Alan B. Stone.

Old Facebook's Getting Pissed; So, Take Off All Your Clothes

We're bad --according to Facebook that is. Last fall, our fan page got a warning for the picture above of Florida model Zack Vázquez. What's funny is that we really, honestly didn't notice that he was sporting a boner under his camouflage bikini swimsuit until weeks after posting it, and then we thought, "Well, it isn't that obvious." Hard-ons or no hard-ons, we just enjoy pictures of hot, strapping guys.

I liked this picture, because I imagined that I would be walking on a garden path one day, and Zack would jump out in front of me to show me something naughty. Facebook took it down, but then they put it back up! Go figure, but what really got us shut down after Thanksgiving was this nipple play shot.

Here, Jonathan is sucking Jamie's right nip in a still from their Sean Cody flick. We thought it was a nice, wholesome picture! This photo shows the guys from the waist up; so, we didn't have to crop it. Jonathan sucks at just the right angle for the camera, while caressing his friend's chest. Jamie is leaning back and looking like he's having the time of his life. He casually touches Jonathan's forearm, which heightens the overall impression of intimate pleasure.

Guys love to have their nipples serviced. It's just good, clean fun, but apparently the Facebook boobs didn't see it that way. They just thought, "Sex act!" and panicked. We could understand if it was a guy sucking on a woman's titty, but two men? Guys go shirtless all the time. If they want to suck nips on Facebook, they should be allowed.

Anyway, we sent messages to Facebook asking to be reinstated, and they finally gave us permission in December. We were gone for the holidays. So, we didn't reactivate until January. Our fans were happy to see us back, and they sent us some great "welcome back" comments, but wouldn't you know we got an additional warning for this picture?

This is Nick Ayler, looking all steamy and rugged. He's very manly with his big muscles and vacation beard. Facebook allows pubic hair. So, we thought this shot passed muster. I guess holding your undies around your dick is forbidden, even though there's no woody and no visible penis lines (VPL). In fact, we post VPL all the time, and no one says anything.

We recently put up this portrait of male swagger. The mushroom head of Matt Stone's half-hard dick is clearly visible, and his clinched fists, tightened six-pack, and rock hard physique complete the singular message of sexual bravado. He looks as if he wants to jump out his briefs and fuck the living daylights out of us!

Facebook allows pictures like this, even though we think they're way more risqué than Nick Ayler's shot. We understand that minors aged 13 to 17 use Facebook, but we can't make sense of the rules. The Statement of Rights and Responsibilities vaguely prohibits nudity, but doesn't define what's kosher and what isn't.

At this point, we're not going to worry about it. We'll try to behave and follow Facebook's byzantine photo policies. This is the second time we've gotten shut down. (The first was for profanity.) If it happens again, you can find us at the Facebook Masculine Gay Guys Censorship Shelter.

Why do we bother? Well, our fan page has really increased traffic to the blog. So, we put up with the puritanism and wish Facebook was a European company. The children in Europe grow up surrounded by naked pictures and statues, and they turn out all right. That's the trouble with some Americans. They don't know the difference between art and pornography.

Well guys, you've put up with this cocktease photo essay long enough. So, we leave you with Jeremy of Sean Cody. Here he is, naked and erect.

 

What a combination! His tall, athletic body belies his look of innocence, and that tool: a nice, long, hard shaft with low-hanging balls. He makes us want to do everything with him. Enjoy jacking off, you wankers. This is what being a gay guy is all about. We give ourselves the pleasure of lusting after good-looking men.

Photo credits:
Zack Vázquez and His Garden Boner 1 -- Unknown origin;
Nipple Play 2 -- Jonathan & Jamie from Sean Cody; 
     (Jonathan is sucking nip);
Nick Ayler Holding It 3 -- Unknown origin;
Matt Stone's VPL 4 -- Michael A. Downs for All American Guys; 
Gym Hard-On 5 -- Jeremy from Sean Cody.