Picking up guys - An ongoing discussion and revelations

[ Most of this entry was excepted from a comment I wrote on Jo's blog]

Thanks to Jo Kristian of Histories of Sex Blog http://historiesofsex.blogspot.com for his own poll, and inviting us to answer the Sex Meme one below, and for generating the stimulating discussion on 'How to pick up guys for casual sex.'


His posts always get my hormones boiling especially when I imagine the parts that you cleverly (or coyly?) leave out of your descriptions of sexual adventuring.
My slant on 'making and taking one's opportunities' is too long to enunciate here. Gist: It's not so much a matter of what defines the sexual / erotic/ suggestive behavior, but what result(s) the behavior produces.

Let me briefly explain (exchanging comments only works for short conversations - I think).

For example, I often go out to walk my dogs (in turns since there are 3 of them) early in the morning (and sometimes at other times of day) with my zipper all the way down. With a untucked in shirt, it's not clearly visible UNLESS someone is actually glimpsing at it or trying to peer in order to get a look at my pubes or cock. You have commented on that before - you can TELL who's interested by

following the paths their eyes take as they approach.

The 'result' in your case might be a potential encounter in the bushes of the park. But for others of us, that's far less likely (in suburban Tokyo or London) so it just appears - in effect - to be an (older man's) exhibitionistic fetish behaviour. Neither of these is a problem but the actual result and also the way such behaviour is perceived by the person doing it, by the interested viewer, and the uninterested passer-by (even angry or disgusted), or even by hearsay in society can be enormously different and therefore have a great effect on the person doing it. There is probably less effect on the guys who notice and just try to forget about it.


Youth certainly has its charms and it often affords one the license to be free of guilt or very uninhibited since youth can choose to act on it - both in having desire or in the lack of it and any action.

What seems critical to me is the psychological game (a type of sexual ecology) that's going on in these situations. Thomas Mann's A Death in Venice is a classic portrait of the two sides of the romantic (and hardly even physical) chase between the young and the older male. I wonder what Tadzio was thinking when he noticed the older man watching him. It's probably a bit like that for you .. after all, you only in your early 20s. Think for a moment (oh..so briefly - if you will) of what things will be like when you are nearly 50 or even 70 years of age.

As always.. thanks for writing (and reading)....

Kelly (sunbuns99 / sunbunz)

  

The Naked Horny Hitchhiker - an original story by Saleguy

An original story (distributed on the Yahoo Group: Thorngay)
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Written by Saleguy

I'm a 20-year old college stud, I have no purpose in my life during summers accept to travel around and get to fuck hot guys. I have blonde hair; I work out so I have a great body and my cock's about 9 inches. I'm horny, gay and very willing to share my man juices with other studs interested in pure male pleasure. I have been doing this summer-traveling since I was 18. It's always been a lot of fun and every year it's different - it always gets better. This story is about an adventure that happened on my last week of summer freedom - a summer that was about to turn out a total failure. Until that special day...

It was a hot day of July and I had been waiting by the empty highway for three hours for a car to take

me somewhere. Anywhere at all. I was wearing only blue satin running shorts without any underwear and a white T-shirt which was already soaking wet. In my bag I only had my boxers, a towel and my favorite issue of Zipper along with some lubricant for those special moments of self-pleasuring.
The sun was hot like hell and the rock I was lying on made me feel like I was melting. I was all sweaty so I decided to take off my T-shirt. It felt great to bask half naked in the sun and there was absolutely no wind, not even a soft breeze. I felt the sun caressing my tanned sweaty body. I looked down at my muscular chest and caressed it softly with my fingers. Suddenly I heard a car in the distance. I looked to the left and saw it approaching. It was a blue shiny brand new convertible. I grabbed my T-shirt and stuffed it in my bag, climbed off the rock and stood by the road.

Before I could raise my hand, the car stopped 10 feet from me. Now I saw a gorgeous young man about 23 with short blonde hair and a body of a Greek god behind the wheel. Alone. And he was wearing nothing but a pair of black, loose and rather revealing shorts and black sunglasses. I felt a wave of heat going through me, as I walked towards the car. The man was smiling and I stepped next to the car. "So, are you hitchhiking here all alone in the middle of nowhere?" he asked taking off his sunglasses. He was incredibly cute! "Yes. I'm Steve. Where are you heading?" I asked confidently.
"I'm Dylan. Nowhere really. I heard there's a motel on the side of the road in about a hundred miles. You know anything about it?" "No, but I think I might be going there, too." Guess what I meant with that. "Well, hop in. Let's go find out." I threw my bag in the car and got in.

We had been driving no more than 15 minutes, when we saw the motel by the side of the road. When we went to check in, it turned out the only room left was a single one. But since the motel had only five rooms

and the other four were taken, we had to accept to spend the night in the same room and the same bed. Now wasn't that just wonderful! I would get to sleep in the same bed with this gorgeous stud. Yummy!

We got to our room and I decided to grab a shower. So I went to the bathroom and stripped. I left the

bathroom door open not being ashamed of my rather good-looking body in front of another man, especially such a hunk. He didn't seem to care, but he did give my body a look. I stepped in the shower and enjoyed the cooling water running down my hot body. I turned the water off and got out of the shower. My cock was half hard and went to the room to get my towel. He was sitting on the bed, but when I entered, he got up and slipped off his shorts revealing a dick I had always dreamed of. Gigantic, uncut, with a little hair around it, huge shaved balls hanging below and half hard at the moment. An awesome piece of meat to suck on!

The owner of this magnificent tool caught a glimpse of my naked, wet body and stepped into the bathroom himself to wash off all the sweat that covered his tanned muscles. I switched on the TV to see if anything interesting was on and I soon spotted a porn channel. I threw the towel around my waist and sat on the bed to enjoy the movie. It was straight porn but it had two incredibly hot dudes fucking a chick - one on both ends. The close-

ups of the dude who was getting sucked were very hot. He had a dick at least 10 inches and the girl sucked on it real good. I felt a hard-on developing under my towel.


The action on the screen got really steamy and my cock responded to it with a raging hard-on. I felt pre-cum dribbling down the inside of my thighs and that turned me on even more.
I heard the water stop and the guy getting out of the shower. He came in with a towel around his waist just like me and stopped by the bed. I waited for his reaction.

"Watching porn, man? Fuckin' hot. Turn it up." He sat in the chair by the bed and we kept watching. The action was really hot and the guys were all sweaty and about to cum. I was incredibly turned on and I could have just jerked off right there. Then the guys on the screen started cumming. The shot their load right on the girl and each other. Oooh! "Fuckin' hot, man. This is a real turn-on. I see a stud like you gets hard on this."

I looked at his towel and saw that he was real hard. He didn't look at me, but I could feel his eyes on my body when I looked on the screen again. "Oh fuck, I'm so turned on I have a raging hard-on just like you, stud. I could just jerk off right now!" he said, sliding his fingers over his towel. "Yeah, man. I'm real hard too. I wish I could jerk off, too." I can't believe I actually said that! "Hell, I'm gonna pump my cock right here right now! You wanna rub your dick, too, man?" He threw his towel on the floor and revealed his huge hard-on.

"Hell, yeah! I'm gonna massage my shaft with you!" I threw my towel away and grabbed the lubricant from my bag, squeezed some on my hand and gave some to him. We spread the lubricant on our horny tools and started the action. He pumped his cock with round movements and I followed his technique. We just rubbed our dicks fiercely, speeding it up and slowing it down in turn, making each-other more hot with every second.

The pleasure was overwhelming, as we started to reach climax. He grunted loudly as he shot his load all over my body, covering my with hot spurts of his fresh man juice. I answered with a powerful shot that made me yell my lung out, as I felt the incredibly powerful load blow out of my cock. It hit his chest and legs, covering him with creamy stud-jizz and making him moan out of the heat of the moment. We both kept cumming for a while and then finally shot the last of our load. It was great! We laid there, covered in fresh hot sperm and trembling in the after shakes. It was the hottest orgasm of my life.