Tuesday, January 22, 2019

The Beginning of the End

I had an extremely frightening nightmare last night. I was chased by 2 female ghosts and I got trapped in between them. One came too closed and I struggled. I cud not breath and was hitting hard the ghost. Only to realise that I was hitting my partner in bed. It was so real. I woke up and I still felt the overcast in the bedroom. It suddenly remind me of death and I was so afraid to die.

This is the beginning of the end.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

The Platonic Blow

(W. H. Auden)

It was a spring day, a day for a lay, when the air
Smelled like a locker-room, a day to blow or get blown;
Returning from lunch I turned my corner and there
On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone.

I glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined
A forceful torso, the light-blue denims divulged
Much. I observed the snug curves where they hugged the behind,
I watched the crotch where the cloth intriguingly bulged.

Our eyes met. I felt sick. My knees turned weak.
I couldn't move. I didn't know what to say.
In a blur I heard words, myself like a stranger speak
"Will you come to my room?" Then a husky voice, "O.K."

I produced some beer and we talked. Like a little boy
He told me his story. Present address: next door.
Half Polish, half Irish. The youngest. From Illinois.
Profession: mechanic. Name: Bud. Age: twenty-four.

He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along
The back of my sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck
The blond hairs on the wrist near my head. His chin was strong.
His mouth sucky. I could hardly believe my luck.

And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart.
I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh.
His reply was to move closer. I trembled, my heart
Thumped and jumped as my fingers went to his fly.

I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there.
I sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge
Of the basket I asked for. I came to warm flesh then to hair.
I went on. I found what I hoped. I groped. It was large.

He responded to my fondling in a charming, disarming way:
Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt.
And lolled back, stretching his legs. His pants fell away.
Carefully drawing it out, I beheld what I held.

The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft
With perfectly beveled rim of unusual weight
And the friendliest red. Even relaxed, the shaft
Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate

Singular powers of extension. For a second or two,
It lay there inert, then suddenly stirred in my hand,
Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do.
And then with a violent jerk began to expand.

By soundless bounds it extended and distended, by quick
Great leaps it rose, it flushed, it rushed to its full size.
Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick,
A royal column, ineffably solemn and wise.

I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze.
I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob.
I stroked it from top to bottom. I got on my knees.
I lowered my head. I opened my mouth for the job.

But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced
His shoes. He removed his socks. Stood up. Shed
His pants altogether. Muscles in arms and waist
Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head.

I scanned his tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown
Trunk against white shorts taut around small
Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down.
I tore off my clothes. He faced me, smiling. I saw all.

The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out
With a slight flare upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw
An odd little nod my way. From the slot of the spout
Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.

The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man,
A tangle of curls and whorls, luxuriant but couth.
Except for a spur of golden hairs that fan
To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth.

Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs,
The firm vase of his sperm, like a bulging pear,
Cradling its handsome glands, two herculean eggs,
Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.

We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch,
All fact contact, the attack and the interlock
Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch
Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.

Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine
Person between and closed on it tight as I could.
The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.
Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood.

I stroked the lobes of his ears, the back of his head
And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact
Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed.
Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the act.

Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled. My lips
Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes
Assessed the chest. I caressed the athletic hips
And the slim limbs. I approved the grooves of the thighs.

I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit. I sniffed
The subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste
Of its hot hollow. My fingers began to drift
On a trek of inspection, a leisurely tour of the waist.

Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.
Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick,
But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed
Its pleading need by a pretty imploring kick.

"Shall I rim you?" I whispered. He shifted his limbs in assent.
Turned on his side and opened his legs, let me pass
To the dark parts behind. I kissed as I went
The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to his arse.

Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in
Down the shaggy slopes. I came to the puckered goal.
It was quick to my licking. He pressed his crotch to my chin.
His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed in his hole.

His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked
His legs and lay panting, hot as a teen-age boy.
Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get sucked,
Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy.

I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare
From scrotum level. Sighting along the underside
Of his cock, I looked through the forest of pubic hair
To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and wide.

I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat
Sutures of the capacious bag. I adored the grace
Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat
Up to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face.

Slipping my lips round the Byzantine dome of the head,
With the tip of my tongue I caressed the sensitive groove.
He thrilled to the trill. "That's lovely!" he hoarsely said.
"Go on! Go on!" Very slowly I started to move.

Gently, intently, I slid to the massive base
Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down
In the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace
Inch by inch the smooth way to the throbbing crown.

Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come
As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls.
I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls.

I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow,
And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered "Oh!"
As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.

Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock,
Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside.
The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock.
He melted into what he felt. "O Jesus!" he cried.

Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick
Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat.
His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me, rich and thick,
His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet after jet.

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

Better Tasting Cum

Semen is, at best, an acquired taste. While some people profess to enjoy the flavor of spunk, most report it to be saline, bitter, or acrid, likening it to salty bleach. Because the taste is a big obstacle to having their partner swallow, many men wonder what they can do to make their cum taste better.

You Cum What You Eat
Like sweat, saliva, urine, and all of your body's other secretions and excretions, your ejaculate's smell and flavor are affected by what you consume. (Likewise, you may notice when you eat out your female partner, her pussy juice flavor is affected by her diet) . What goes in, comes out, literally. Ever notice how when you eat a meal with a lot of onions and garlic, the smell seems to ooze out of your pores the next day? It's in your semen as well, and although the specific taste or odor may be difficult to detect, it does have an influence on the overall taste.

While there's no scientific evidence to back these tips up, there are anecdotal reports and common sense. Changing your diet and intake of other chemicals into your body will have an effect on your body's output, including your semen. Most techniques or supplements to alter the flavor of semen aim to increase the amount of sugars in it, and sometimes mask the saltiness and other tastes with another flavor.

Sweet As Pie
It will come as a disappointment to all you party people, but the surest way to nicer tasting splooge is clean living. Cut back on your vices - alcohol, cigarettes, drugs (except maybe for Viagra), and junk food. Word is that vegetarians, both men and women, taste better, so you may want to steer clear of red meat, fish, and dairy. Indulge in lots of fresh fruits and veggies, and drink lots of juice and water.

Many people recommend eating pineapple or drinking pineapple juice to make you cum sweeter. Citrus fruits and cranberry juice are also recommended, possibly because they make the body's pH more acidic, counteracting the alkalinity of semen that contributes to its "bleachy" quality. Any fruit or fruit juice high in sugar content, like apple, melon, mango, or grape, may increase the amount of sugars put out in your semen. Parsley, wheatgrass, and celery have been recommended for sweeter semen as well, perhaps because of the chlorophyll in them.

At the same time, you should also limit your intake of foods that break down into strong tasting or smelling chemicals that are excreted by the body, like asparagus. Onions and garlic contain high amounts of sulfur and are, well, oniony. And vegetables in the cabbage family, like Brussels sprouts, broccoli, cabbage, kale, and collards, can make your secretions taste bitter. Strongly spiced dishes, like curries, can also carry their flavors over into your cum. Of course, you don't want to restrict what you eat too much. Everyone needs to have a balanced diet. But it's something to keep in mind: if you're planning on getting head after dinner, you might want to skip the asparagus appetizer.

Another factor to consider is the amount of time it takes for food and drink to cycle through your system. In most cases what you consume is excreted within 12 to 24 hours, but some things stay in the body longer. Whenever you start a new regimen, give it at least a few days to start working, and remember that you'll probably have to stick to it to see marked effects.

A Magic Pill
There are a number of supplements now available that claim to improve the taste of semen or even alter it to specific flavors. Most contain concentrated fruit, sweetening agents, spices or flavorings, and sometimes vitamins or minerals. They may work for some people when used according to the directions, but don't expect miracles.

One supplement promises to make your cum taste like pumpkin pie. Considering that it contains cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg, that doesn't seem all that farfetched. However, if a supplement claims to make your semen taste like vanilla or strawberry, you should be skeptical. Also beware of supplements that are sketchy about what their ingredients are. In most cases, these supplements are harmless, and may even have nutritional benefits, but they may not be worth the price if you can get the same results on your own.

Be Consistent
Besides flavor, another factor that affects the palatability of semen is its consistency. Stringy, chunky, or watery spunk can be unappetizing. The consistency of semen is related to the fluids, proteins, and amino acids in it, which can be affected by your overall health and what you eat. Drinking a lot of water is probably the best thing you can do to improve the texture of your semen; being dehydrated can make your spunk thicken or get stringy. Some people recommend eating egg whites or gelatin for increased volume of cum and better consistency, probably because of the protein they contain. Wheat germ and omega-3 oils have also been said to produce more and creamier cum.

Drink Up
Here's a recipe for a drink that incorporates many popular cum-enhancing ingredients, as well as some used by cum-flavoring supplements. Though we can't make guarantees, it might make your cum taste better, and it's part of a balanced breakfast.

Super Spunk Smoothie

1 cup pineapple, fresh or canned
1 banana, frozen
1 cup apple juice
1/2 tsp ginger
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp nutmeg
1/2 tsp vanilla extract
2 TBS honey
Optional ingredients: 1 raw egg white, 2 TBS wheat germ, 2 TBS flax seed, 1 shot wheatgrass juice

Blend all ingredients in a blender until smooth. Drink immediately. Repeat daily for best results.

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Friday, November 30, 2012

Europe First Gay-Friendly Mosque in Paris

To me this is a huge revolution in the gay muslim history. This is not the first gay-friendly mosque as there are others around the world but knowing that every one new gay-friendly mosque is in operation excites me.

Hello again!

Darling readers,

It has been a long long while I have not penned down anything in this blog. A few had asked me to continue writing but me being lazy been postponing it. Sorry LAH. However, Ihere to set a change. Voilá! Today I will have a new fresh start.


Cheers

Monday, May 31, 2010

Malawi gay couple pardon

A gay couple jailed in Malawi after getting engaged have been pardoned by President Bingu wa Mutharika.

To read on at BBC News.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Ricky Martin is Gay

On 29 March, 2010, Ricky Martin publicly revealed his sexuality, saying, “I am proud to say that I am a fortunate homosexual man. I am very blessed to be who I am.” …. And about time too!

It was so irony to get this news in the morning because just last night I was chatting with my partner of how closeted gay men deal with their frustration. They would excessively indulge themselves in either food, drinks, hobbies, religion or other things that they can divert their mind on. On Oprah there was this married guy who lost weight in hundreds of pounds and gained them all back again, a constant major battle with his weight. I sincerely think the real problem is that he is gay. A ‘straight’ friend of mine relentlessly drowned himself in alcohol. The rest of the gang suspects that he is gay and is not able to deal it. A relative of mine who is married with kids, and whom I know is gay, spends most of his free time on the golf course. Do these indulgences address the real issue? For how long can one suppress it, constantly fighting with oneself and living in a lie?

I remember during my student time, there was this retiree who was like a fixture and fitting at a gay bar that I frequented. Everyone there knew his story. After his retirement, he outed himself with his family. His wife left him after a messy divorce. His only son did want to talk to him because of the shame. At the age of 60+, he was old and lonely with very little retirement money left from his messy divorce. The only thing left for him to do was to spend most his time in that gay bar ogling over the young beautiful boys.

Not wanting to be like this guy, I came out to my friends. I was 25 years old then. I realised that I had wasted a third of my life living in a lie and I was not planning to waste the other two third.

At the age of 38, Ricky Martin finally came out to the world. I salute him and I do hope that he enjoys the rest of his life to the fullest with his adopted twin sons.