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Oz, such an inappropriate response, and that from a guy who allegedly is getting laid with regularity. You sound more like a Palm Springs queen who hasn't seen his dick squirt since the visit to the proctologist,. "Some guys" did NOT have a "meltdown." They simply stood up to your juvenile use of words that have long since been relegated to the dustbins of inequity as "bad" words. But, you, and the ever-wouldbe-youthful Mr. Smith, want to appear young and hip, and hope that by doing so, many people will read the articles you publish- for free! But worry not about the word "gay." It is in its heyday, so to speak. Even the Supreme Court had to familiarize itself with it. Now how cool is that? So, yes, by all means, use the word gay, but avoid the words that haters have used for centuries, the ones the Westboro Baptists have adopted as their anthem, and the one most commonly used in gay bashings through the world. That would be really cool. And no one would say that you had a meltdown, whatever that is.

I see you have gone back to using terms like "fag-friendly" to "cuten" up your articles. They turn me off instead. I'll bet a lot of those skin-headed Russians also see themselves as "fag friendly." They haven't met one they would ignore!

I am not sure if A-Rod even needs my comforting. However, I stand ready. .

She thought it was fun to be lawyer to the terroists, even using jail house visits to aid and abet the enemy. Now 73, attorney Lynne Stewart, long known as a tigress of the court room, is meekly pleading for release from her lastest sentence on the theory that she has cancer. Well, don't we all! She was convicted of smuggling messages from the imprisoned sheik Omar Rahman to his violent followers in Egypt, and was sentenced in 2010 to 10 years in prison. No one knows how many died because of her treachery and abuse of her postion as a member of the state bar, No one knows how many of them got their sentences cut after just three years. She's not claiming that she wants to go home to die. No, "there's much to be done in this world." Like help more terrorists kill people? She tells a reporter: “I do know,” she added, “that I do not want to die here in prison — a strange and loveless place. I want to be where all is familiar — in a word, home.” Well, who doesn't? Do her fellow prisoners get out too because they want to die at home? Shouldn't the warden be forced to at least allow new curtains? And nothing I read says she is even dying. She has cancer, and it has spread. The same is true for many women, and many of them can be expected to live a long time. Years. And even more years. Years that those guys whose names she turned over didn't get. And her lawyer has the nerve to say “It has nothing to do with Lynne’s conduct. This has to do with how we as a society treat human beings who are dying.” Well, excuse me, don't the terrorists have their own ways too? Shouldn't Lynee be held to their standards of care? Now it's all about care, compassion, human interest- those hallmaks of life in jihad that make them so beloved. Lynne didn't give a flying fuck how many died with the info she smuggled to the Sheik. And i don't give a flying fuck how sick she is when she dies- in prison! She's served 3 years of a 10 year sentence. That's peanuts in her jihad world. She's a terrorist lawyer when it suits her, then a kindly, ill grandmother when that might help her. The article I read in the NY Times about this quotes zero words of remorse from Lynne Stewart.

As you might imagine, yesterday was a tough day for New York Yankee's third baseman Alex Rodriguez. Long a leading player, he had just recovered from two hip replacement surgeries, and was now ready to re-join the team for the first time all season. Except. Except for a 211 game suspension placed on him by Bud Sigheil, the head of Major League baseball. Bud wanted to suspend A-Rod for life just for having the temerity to oppose his suspension. Wiser heads prevailed, A-Rod appealed, and played last night to a chorus of boos in Chicago, getting one hit. The handsome and single Rodriguez came to see me after the game. I happened to be in Chicago for a talk to Youth Steroid Advocacy Groups, so it was nice to be at hand when he dropped by my hotel room. The man was nearly in tears! I felt so bad for him, but he being who he is, a major league ball player and a zillionaire, I couldn't just go up and give him a big hug. No, I had to wait for him to come and hug me, which he did in about 1.2 seconds, his tears reaching my shoulders even faster. A-Rod sobbed major league sobs, complaining about the booing, the suspension, the cheap Chicago ball park, and much to my surprise, the amount of cum that he was holding in as the stress was preventing him from relaxing enough to shoot. Well, we took care of that. Once I pried his spikes off of my feet, we settled back on the bed, and pulled our cocks out. He was so on edge, the minute I touched his hard pink tip it splattered cum all over the (thankfully) white hotel walls. That was it folks! Sex with a big leaguer lasted .08 seconds. The cleanup took much longer, and Alex offered to let me take as much of it as I wanted to sell on E-Bay. He knows I like to take cum, put it on jock straps, then auction them off as the cum jocks of famous players. No player has ever complained as I don't think they want the world taking DNA on their donkey rods. It's a good racket for me. So, as A-Rod left, I wondered about this whole steroid business. Why can't a player take what he wants to take to help his performance? And hasn't A-Rod suffered enough with not one, but two hip replacments? Those steroids did that! And take a look at the link to the other players suspended for using steroids. Their stats plain out suck! Even hunky Jesus Montero played so badly they demoted him to the minor leagues! Hardly an advertisement for steroids, is it? Had MLB just let the matter rest, the players would have learned on their own that steroid help is very temporary, causes all kinds of body pain, joint problems, and glucose risks. They are not for players hoping for long term careers. But no, Commander Selig wanted in on the action, just couldn't wait for steroids to die a natural death. Do it! Take a look at this link which tells you how poorly the suspended players were performing on steroids and then wonder how this got to be such a big deal. And A-Rod, that number you left me- it doesn't work! I know you were stressed man, and we all make mistakes, so call me, okay? The Suspended: http://www.latimes.com/sports/la-sp-0806-mlb-suspended-players-20130806,0,559942.story#axzz2bBuPdyGD

If the expred candies contained industrialchemicals or toxins, and then humans ate them, would they be as bad a s pet food, or worse?

Sounds like a great guy who provides a great time. What more can you ask? Thanks for sharing!

So, here's my quesion. If you are in a bathroon in Thailand with another guy, and you fart, He gets turned on. Does that consitute bathroom sex?

Lurker, thanks for that update. even if you can't be there in person, you are always trying to help us in Rio. I have never been a Pointe fan, I have never been to Meio Mundo. looks like that will change!

Exactly, which makes it hard to come to universal ideas. You have hit the mail on the head here,

The other day I mentioned that I had seen two supremely hot and sexy guys at the local Food4Less. This is a store with a large Hispanic patronage, but unfortunately the patrons come from a long line of farmers working hard at making a living in the hard sun. They don't win beauty contests, and they don't pass beauty genes on to their children. Except for the occassional mutation, such as those two hot guys. I had to get in another line that day so sexy was the one that I didn't trust myself. So today I saw yet another hottie. This guy was a teen, I wasn't sure how old, and he wore gym shorts that were full of meat in the rear. The front wasn't so obvious. I thought to myself: "I hope this guy is gay as girls will never appreciate that ass like guys will." And I sure appreciated that ass. I sw him several times in the store, and he noticed, even gving me a slight nod, probably for lack of information on what else he should do when an older white guy seems to notice him. We met up again in the parking lot, and this time I decided not to be shy. I don't live far from the store, and I don't know many young men who couldn't use some extra cash. So I smiled at him and apologized if I took too much notice of him. He smiled back and sort or waited for me to say more. I told him my thought about his hot ass- that gay guys would love it most. He smiled and said "sorry," he would then lose out since he was straight, and he even had a girl friend. Since he had yet to punch me, I asked him if she appreciated his ass like I did. He said he didn't know that I did, but he was quite sure that she liked his ass. "A bit," he said. He would ask her tomorrow night when they had their date. That's when I got bold. I said I could make sure he had some extra cash for that date, and he wouldn't have to do much to earn it. I invited him over, said he could shower privately, and then if he gave me 20 minutes with his ass, I'd give him $75. "No way you're fucking me for any amount of money," he said. "No, no, no," I said. All you have to do is lie on your belly and let me play with that naked butt. I can use my hands, my fingers, and my mouth, but you won't get fucked. You never even turn over." "Okay," he said after some awkward minutes. "I sure can use the money. But any funny business and I'll make you regret it." I replied, "You have no worries." On the five minute ride to my house, I ascertained his age (19), and learned that he had never touched a naked guy and didn't plan on touching me. But I did tell him that if he got turned on and wanted to cum, I'd pay another $25 for him to let me see him shoot. "Nah, that's too private," he said. So we got to the house, made the introductions to the dog, and I gave him a clean towel and showed him where the shower was. When he was done, just go lay on the bed, tummy down. If at any point you want to back out, okay, but no pay if we've started. When I entered the room, there it was- that glorious rump that makes a boy a man. He was brown all over, no tan line, and no hair in the hole. So I used my hands to check it out, felt the nice meaty texture, and yes, I peaked at his balls too. They were kind of hairy for a guy with no ass hair. I was really enjoying the tactile pleasure, but I had seen the moist pinky flesh in his hole and wanted to taste it. I felt the heat as I took a quick nibble or two to see if his definition of clean met mine- it did- and I proceeded to eat his ass in such a way that had him moaning and squirming. My tongue was in heaven and he was saying some words in Spanish that I did not know, but during one of his squirms I saw his hard cock glistening against the sheets. He turned and gave me a huge smile. "God, this feels good!" That's when I started penetrating his hot hole, ever so slightly at first, but he didn't complained, moaned even more, and I was soon entering him all the way. Okay, I was kind for the virgin- just one finger went in all the way! So, I asked him if he wanted that extra $25. I was sure he would say yes. But he didn't. On the way back to the store he told me that it would have been too gay. But he confessed that he came in the shower afterward, and I confessed that I did too. They were just not the same showers! Did you want to meet again, I asked? He said he would leave that to fate. He had never had such fun with his cock and ass, he told me, and he needed to process all that out. One thing I knew, I was sworn to silence. His friends were not to ever hear about this. (Not that I knew any of them!) But, I'll be looking for him everytime I want Food 4 Less. Rump roast is now my favorite.

Someone who is a perfect stranger to you, no doubt has no idea that you even exist, can sing so well she wins awards and prizes and is cast in top shows, is not likely to care what you think of her use of Botox. I know, it's a shame. She should.

So, in a way, the attractiveness of the boy was his usefulness to you; his ability to save you from a troublesome situation. Prettiness is not the only thing to look for as attractiveness encompasses a wide variety of attributes. The hottest guy in the room may not be the handsomest, but he is the most desirable. So why do we still define hotness by beauty alone?

One of the unspoken detriments to living in the desert in the summer is that everyone who can leaves. Those of us who stay are left with little intelligent company. The heat drives us nuts, and we act nuts. So my joke went off the rails, despite you guys trying to come up with funny ways to keep it going. I apologize for not responding in the right spirit. I am simply looking for some intelligent company, and that's not always so easy to do. I think I will go to LA for the weekend. Maybe when I come back i will have restored some of my sanity. If not, well, summer is just a few short weeks from its annual demise.

It's hard to believe that these "Hoo" responses are coming from grown men. Perhps my joke just failed. Participating in a message board usually indicates a desire to be among like-minded men. I left the site for awhile, then made an attempt to return, but it's become clear that I am in the wrong place. I don't understand your humor and I guess you don't understand mine, so why bother? I have had some fun meeting some of the guys here. Totally Oz is a great guy and I truly enjoy his company. Lurkerspeaks and tomcal deserve far better than they get. But we have a group of a dozen men or so trying to make a web site, but no common purpose. Some want light-hearted silliness, some want cock and the barely legal look, but so few want to discuss issues in depth. Why don't you guys figure out what you want from the site and try to make it happen?

The Maxie Hamilton post got me thinking. Oz was wishing he was in LA so he could partake of Maxie's beauty, despite the fact that he is is in Thailand surrounded by the cutest of the cute Thai boys. Now, I am not picking on Oz, I understand just what he was saying. Not only is Maxie cute, but he seems to have a knack for enticing you to think he can get down and really dirty. I want him too. We see posts all of the time about today's beauties, tomorrow's lustbuttons, and past stars. All of these are predicated on how beautiful we perceive the individual to be. And attraction is certainly what drives sex. But most of us aren't heartthrob material and won't make these lists of beauties to be desired. So why do we continue to define attraction by beauty? Once you fuck, the attraction almost always deteriorates anyway. But if we defined attraction by a person's goodheartedness, that wouldn't happen. And face it: Wouldn't you rather be in a relationship with a person who has a good heart? Too often we find that pretty boys are not worth the time we give them, not to mention the money. They can be vain, immature, narcissistic, and, once you have him, you have to keep worrying whether he will take the better offers that are bound to keep pouring in,. It can be such an insecure existence! Instead, picture yourself with someone who's smart, talented, kind, thoughtful, and can be counted on on a rainy day. He won't take a hike when the going gets tough. He's yours! Okay, so he may not be Maxie Hamilton, but he's a keeper. That's the guy at the top of my attractiveness list. No matter how he looks.

Oz, if you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed that it was moved. Where did I place it originally?

I guess I should have clued you guys in first, but Hoo is a very sensitive individual. She never signed up for this, and it's my fault. Now she is hurt and despondent at being mocked here, particularly for her name, which has been carried in her family for generations. I know that she is strong and will ultimately survive this, but I should have kept her behind the scenes. My new writer wrote this post, and he swears if I ever reveal his name, I am in big trouble!

I used to live there, and summer was always hot. But, I understand that is not the case anymore. That's too bad because the lakes can be so much fun. Get here by Thursday (Palm Springs) to enjoy temps of 108.

Interesting choice of names, huh? We'll never know quite who she is. You have probaly noticed the decline in the quality of my posts sicne she left, but I am working on a new guy, also Thai, and his friend. So it will probably be wat or wy, we'll see whoever produces the best bang for the buck,. Remember, it's all about the quality.

You can't turn back the clock. Let him try to walk back from this and his credibility is shot. As for me, I don't think he will. He'd better watch out for assassins though. Think John-Paul I.

I have never seen two bathrooms have sex.

After so many wonderful nights on Campus Street, there are now no threads to be found in the Montreal section. Guys, send me the $$$ and I will be right there to remedy the problem. Hell, if Firecat would simply open his wallet... But the nights with "Big Thigh" Rickie are one for good. I have so many fond memories of beautiful boys. In a way though Montreal was its own worst enemy. You'd go up there and get so horny, but follow through was not allowed, so Rio came along.beautiful boys, big dicks, and...you could touch them! And they would touch you, spurting hot jism up your ass and down your throat. Sure, there was great camaramaderie between the US customers, but down in Rio, who can talk with their mouth stuffed with sausage? So, there's a place for everything, for every time a season. I sure could use a quick Montreal visit now and then...but, what's this with Colombia. All Americas right? Of course, it being the Americas, money talks. But mine speaks so much better at Portuguese than French.

My newest bud- St. Francis of the Sissies! Welcome! It's about time.