The Arena

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Citizenship in a Republic

Theodore Roosevelt, 1910


It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.


I count myself among the libertines of the world, the deviants, the outcasts. But I find it necessary to call to your attention that I am by no means self destructive. It is not out of some twisted self loathing. No, it is an act of being true to myself, of having the balls to live the life I know, deep in my heart, that I am called to live, and live fully. It is the life of cock. My cock, others’ cocks. And so for me, this is my arena. This site and sites like it. It is where I get after it.


And I am fortunate to have met some awesome men on here who indulge me in their attention and allow me to influence their erotic meanderings, to assist them in their bird-dogging the next nut.


I have for the past four years developed my place to be a reflection of this life. It is a locker room, a bate den, a place for men to work out and get off. And I recently added a private gloryhole. And this has brought me to a whole new level.


As now, on both sides of the partition there is a struggle that must happen, an effort, on both of us, me and the guy who I am going to suck off. We both have to be vulnerable and honest enough to accede to our mutual desire, me to get on his cock, him to get off with a minimum of hassle, of connection, of commitment. And to trust his cock to me, and for me to entrust my place to him…


It is a real turn on, and ultimately I am finding it to be paramount masculinity. It’s aggressive, and dangerous, and risky and horny. For even though anonymous, and impersonal on many levels, it is also intimate as both of us are intently focused on this one act.


And no matter what happens, know that I am content to have made the effort. To have, for my part, shown up. And it is amazing when some of you do the same.

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