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Straight mendo not watch gay porn, let other men suck thier dick or suck dick. I would even go as far as to say they find it sick. Now if you are a gay man and like men that’s kool I have zero problem with it. I believe everybody can do what they want as long as you are not hurting anyone.
 
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Straight males don't watch gay porn. But apparently 99 percent of you people don't understand what straight means.

This!

As a gay guy I can watch straight porn, because I can focus on the male.

But I don’t understand how the hell a straight guy could happily watch two guys sucking and fucking. I know we’re better at giving head, but still...
 
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I've also got some footage (about 90 minutes) of three British Army lads mucking about naked on Cam4 together in barracks - one is cut, two uncut. One of the uncut lads is quite daring, repeatedly playing with the cut guys flaccid cock, kissing it and putting it in his mouth briefly. They shower together and the cut lad kneels down and (reluctantly - but for fun) lets the two uncut guys piss on him, for tokens. The larger of the two uncut guys gets pretty much a full hard-on at one point.

I really wanna see this, is there a link? X
 
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Here is one for all those who think that gay or straight is as simple as a dictionary definition.
Read the poem. Both 100 percent straight and 100 percent gay guys will get a hard-on as will others in between.
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It is worth the read for its words and rhyme. You might even think about reading it to a friend.
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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.
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 fuck!" 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.

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But who was it giving (you) the B/J?
 

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Continuing to argue with people who refuse to see beyond a binary (or ternary) viewpoint is completely futile. It's the same old tired argument from people who can't accept that there is more out there than they are willing or able to understand. So, like others, I'm done with this thread.
 

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Ah...These mentally retarded, old-fashion str8 men scrolling through a large penis adoration site (I know it sounds weird. Because straight men in dictionaries should not be here.) and trying to impose their ideas from the nineteenth century. They probably do not even know that the concepts such as homosexual, bisexual and heterosexual have taken place in those holy dictionaries only in the nineteenth century when they were invented by a European psychiatrist (von Krafft-Ebing). Before that time, such concepts did NOT even EXIST. Sexuality was much more fluid (I hope you are not having a heart attack there). And your holy definitions in dictionaries will not last forever. They will change, too. They are already changing. Maybe, a day will come where the humankind will accept the impossibility of dividing human sexual behaviour into three non-transitive definitions and remove them from holy dictionaries. Who knows.

Go, read some history of sexuality guys and relax.

I am not going to post anything to this thread anymore. Because I can not stand this level of stupidity and ignorance.
A person who says they are 100% on their sexuality do not understand that being "fluid" doesn't make you less masculine. Being 100% gay does not make you feminine. You are what you are. Speaking of history, pirates (17th century) had gay marriage and that didn't make them any less manly or deadly.
 

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Ah...These mentally retarded, old-fashion str8 men scrolling through a large penis adoration site (I know it sounds weird. Because straight men in dictionaries should not be here.) and trying to impose their ideas from the nineteenth century. They probably do not even know that the concepts such as homosexual, bisexual and heterosexual have taken place in those holy dictionaries only in the nineteenth century when they were invented by a European psychiatrist (von Krafft-Ebing). Before that time, such concepts did NOT even EXIST. Sexuality was much more fluid (I hope you are not having a heart attack there). And your holy definitions in dictionaries will not last forever. They will change, too. They are already changing. Maybe, a day will come where the humankind will accept the impossibility of dividing human sexual behaviour into three non-transitive definitions and remove them from holy dictionaries. Who knows.

Go, read some history of sexuality guys and relax.

I am not going to post anything to this thread anymore. Because I can not stand this level of stupidity and ignorance.

Thank you for this post. I came for some confirmation or affirmation for my resistance to the fucking labels. Unfortunately, not just the mentally retarded, old straight men, but also younger generation hateful gays who feel the need to force the labels to justify their hard earned public sexual expression.

Who the fuck cares anyway. Just have fun, be safe and BE FUCKING POLITE.
 

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Continuing to argue with people who refuse to see beyond a binary (or ternary) viewpoint is completely futile. It's the same old tired argument from people who can't accept that there is more out there than they are willing or able to understand. So, like others, I'm done with this thread.

You, too, are appreciated ;)
 
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Straight mendo not watch gay porn, let other men suck thier dick or suck dick. I would even go as far as to say they find it sick. Now if you are a gay man and like men that’s kool I have zero problem with it. I believe everybody can do what they want as long as you are not hurting anyone.

Current theory of sexual identity treats it as socially constructed; in other words, who you are and what you do depends on who you're with at a particular time. Gender itself is like Play-Doh, constantly subject to being reshaped. If a straight man thinks his sexual identity is always fixed, that's fine. But even ten years ago, I doubt he would have been on a site like this saying so.