Cock, Dick, Schlong

Whatever you use, it's a label. An astute reader brought a new sexual-label movement to my attention. Turns out I’d touched on the heart of it more than a few times, but I wasn’t aware some folks had placed a label on it. Not that I believe in labels – ‘cause I don’t.

Labels pigeon-hole us and that’s something I truly don’t like. But alas! in our world of communication words are important, we require ‘names’ for things so our minds can relate; rather like hearing someone happily say, “Oh! Now I can put a face to the name!”

Straight, Bi, Gay, “G0y” (as in G-zero-Y; as in not gay). Evidently, “g0y” (rhymes with soy) is meant to represent men who crave and enjoy male-male contact – and not necessarily always in a sexual context. While I do not appreciate some of the rhetoric used by the official website (I find some things to be deliberately mean-spirited and, sometimes, downright offensive), I can appreciate the basis of it.

There are many, many men who identify as Straight who enjoy spending time with their buddies and the realm of the relationship(s) may extend to watching porn and jacking off together, or lending one another a hand – or even, dare we admit? – a mouth, or perhaps engaging in a bit of frottage (lying together face to face and thrusting cocks against one another’s torso – a really great experience, actually). This is what forms the basis of the g0y movement – notice that any type of anal play is not a part of the repertoire, because the g0y’s believe that anal penetration is indicative of being gay.

from g0y.org

from g0y.org

from g0y.org

Yes, they do admit that straight partners engage in anal sex, but they have a problem with that as well. And they quote Bible verse to corroborate their stance – as many people do when making an argument for or against sexual conduct.

As I’ve said before, when we can get rid of every substrata and simply label the human race “sexual” we’ll be much better off.

But in the meantime, at least according to the g0y movement, those straight guys who enjoy mutual whacking off, giving and receiving blow jobs, and getting in some awesome cock-to-cock action have a label they can attach to themselves without the fear of negative stigma belonging to societies’ (current) image of gay activity. ¹And they’ll be fine unless they’re of Jewish descent; if they say they’re “goy” it might cause some confusion.  Visit g0ys and you can decide for yourself if this is right for you.

 However, whatever label you choose for yourself, remember to embrace your manhood, because that’s what it’s there for. Whether alone, with your spouse or partner, or with a buddy or two, enjoy it and all the great pleasures it provides.

1.        Goy, goyim [Yiddish, from Hebrew gôy]; Used as a disparaging term for one who is not a Jew. A Jew ignorant of the Jewish religion.

Slacker Jacker

I know I've been quite remiss in my posting this week. Perhaps the death last week of yet another friend has affected me more than I thought. I want to thank those of you who have sent words of solace. They are appreciated and they did help to brighten my mood. And a special thanks to CoreyJo, who somehow knew exactly what to say.

These two are for you, CoreyJo!

ONE BLUE

ONE RED

I wonder if there's a form of jacking off that would repair the hole that's left when someone we care about leaves this world... I'll have to think about that!

Or, maybe what I need is someone to come over and pamper me for a while...

I'd be able to forget about everything but the intense sensations in my groin - at least for a little while anyway!

A few buds would make it better...and maybe make that feeling of euphoria last a bit longer....

Nuttin' Honey

Well, again, I've got nothing to expound upon. It must be that summer has hit and started sauteeing my brain. Or, it could be that today we bury a friend who's death was expected, but as always takes us by surprise.


Since I don't post on weekends - and this is a holiday weekend to boot - I'll leave you with instructions to blow off some steam over the weekend. And to create your own firworks on Monday. Unless, of course, you've got a buddy and you can take turns kicking back and enjoying some well-deserved cock stroking.

And, ladies, feel free to the indulge the men in your house the same way. Let them have some time to themselves to just lie back and play with their joystick alone and unencumbered.

Happy 4th everyone!

Nothin' but Candy

Well, for some reason, I'm again sitting here with nothing but dust bunnies in my brain. Consequently, I've got nothing to give you but some eye candy. Hope that'll suffice until my brain begins to work as well as my cock!

Slick Dick

Leakage, man lube, pre-jac, pre-cum. Whatever you choose to call it, it’s purpose is threefold. I bring this up because a recent forum post (with accompanying Poll) begged the question as to the typical amount or if many guys preferred supplementing their jack off sessions with a lubricant. The original poster also stated he wasn’t quite sure what purpose pre-cum served, but guessed it was to neutralize acidic properties. Well, he was partially correct.

Pre-ejaculate is for neutralizing the acidic residual traces of urine in the urethra, creating a more favorable environment for the passage of sperm. The vagina is normally acidic, so the deposit of pre-jizz before the emission of semen may assist in the change of vaginal environment to promote sperm survival.

Pre-cum also acts as a coagulant (known as ‘viscosity’ in semen fertility tests) which thickens the cum, making it cling to the vaginal and uterine walls to lengthen the viable time for fertilization. Men who do not produce any noticeable amount of pre-ejaculate beyond what is needed to neutralize the urethra are often benefited by actively exercising the pubococcygeus (there’re those Kegel muscles again!), releasing a small amount of seminal fluid before the full-blown blast of ball batter.

It also functions as a lubricant to assist in penetration. And, of course, lube adds a new dimension when you’re whacking off. Some guys (as mentioned above) need additional lube or the result can mean raw, reddened, and/or sore meat. I know, I know – lot’s of guys like dry-jacking. I do it myself quite often, but I’m also one of those men who’s pre-cum flows like the Mississippi; it usually starts before I even get a hard-on. And the sensation of a slicked-up hand really adds to the pleasure.

There are plenty of household items that are quite commonly used: Albolene (a moisturizing make-up remover) is quite popular, as is baby oil, hand lotion, and I’ve found olive oil works pretty well. Those are great of you feel the need to hide your solo sessions from prying eyes. But, as I’ve said before, I still don’t know why anyone feels the need to hide this particular pastime. The commercial lubricants sold (almost) everywhere these days are quite good – many are better than household substitutes – they’re long-lasting, some have added benefits like cooling or warming sensations, and a variety of flavorings for those who might like the occasional finger-licking when stroking away. And many brands have small bottles which can be stashed in a drawer or under the mattress.

Having a bottle of lube is no different than the all-important cum rag. As any men’s advice columnist would tell you, a man’s bedside toolkit should always include the following accessories: A small vibrator, a cock ring, a cum rag, condoms, and (latex safe) lube. So, do yourself a favor. The next time you’re out shopping pick up a bottle. And guys, while you’re at it, grab a bottle for your son(s). You know damn well they pound the pud a lot more often than you do – hey! you remember being a horny teenager with a perpetual hard-on, right? There’s no reason your kid(s) should end up with a sore pecker when the solution is so readily handy.

Another reason to provide your teenage son(s) with lube: This is the time guys should learn what feels good, what brings them to the edge and what sends them over it; learning control is tantamount to a satisfying release. If they don’t have the opportunity to grease up real well in practice sessions, the first time they dip that stick, the unfamiliar sensations of wetness will combine with an already heightened level of excitement and bam! Because my father preferred talking to me and my brother with the business end of a razor strap rather than having us beating our meat, the first time I had sex with a girl there was no thrusting involved. As soon as I plumbed the depths of that warm, wet cave I flooded it. Sadly, for both of us, I was done before I ever started.

You single mom’s out there, you are not exempt! If there’s no male role model to handle the deed for you, you’ll just have to suck it up and provide this necessary tool for your kid’s tool. And if for some reason any of you, moms or dads alike, are too embarrassed to hand your kid a bottle of lube, leave it as a gift on the pillow…maybe with a note that says “Help yourself.”

Now, lube up and go for it!

(Sorry for the repeat pics, everyone...it'll take a while to build up a new library.)

S.O.B.

Anyone know how to retrieve files from a flash drive that seems to have quit??

'Cause there went all my posts - including the one I had ready for today - and all the photos I'd gathered. It'll take me awhile to recreate the post, but finding the appropriate pictures to go along with it could be tough.

(Today's photo is courtesy of being a direct lift from CoreyJo...)

Wiener Wisdom

Kind words in a comment left by a follower – who happens to be a single mom: I want you to know how very much I appreciate your blog. Not only does it give me additional insight into the males I adore, as a single mom I also receive excellent knowledge to pass on to my young son.
Thank you for your well-informed, straightforward, unabashed information. ;)

Brava for sharing the information with your son, and thank you for letting me know about it!

That is what this blog is all about and the comments let me know I’m doing my job! Getting folks to understand the importance of learning about the male apparatus; being more open and honest about the stuff that hangs between a man’s legs – well, that is, when it’s not standing up. When I was growing up, despite my mother’s acceptance of her sons’ morning wood, these kinds of things were never discussed. Anatomy and sex were off limits and as a result all three of us kids grew up thinking our bodies were dirty and shameful. The only “talk” our father ever had regarding the topic was from the end of a leather razor strap when he’d discovered my brother jacking off. The only mentions of male genitalia from my mother were: “You shouldn’t wear such tight pants; you want everyone to see what you’ve got?” and “I swear, if you ever get a girl pregnant, I’ll cut it off!”

How encouraging, eh?

It wasn’t until I’d left home for the military that I began to understand my cock was not unique, its behavior not odd (mutual jacking off with my brother and our buddies not-withstanding).

Even my current in-laws, who are quite open now that their children are grown and married, couldn’t bring themselves to discuss things with their sons when they were teens. That little job got foisted onto my wife. We hadn’t been married long when my mother-in-law complained of her youngest son “ruining good hand towels because he uses them to clean up after he’s done masturbating,” and she couldn’t bring herself to ask him to use old towels instead. My wife volunteered.

It was a very simple, short conversation. “Hey, mom was too afraid to say anything about this. But you need to stop using her good towels after you jack off. The cum leaves stains.” His response: “Oh, okay.”

Now how difficult was that? A few weeks later, the wife asked her mom if the problem had been resolved. “Yes, thank you! I just couldn’t talk to him – it was too embarrassing; and your father refused.”

Good grief, yet another father who refused to teach his male kids about what to expect from, and how to handle, their cocks; an all-too-common scenario. And for the life of me, I still cannot understand why!

My goal here is to reduce the level of men’s shame over what nature provided, to understand how they work, why they do what they do, what can go wrong – and hopefully how to fix it if and when something does go haywire – and how to embrace and enjoy them; to get women to understand that we guys have a special relationship with our packages, one that started when we were toddlers and being potty trained, and some of the reasons (both mental and physical) behind what we do with them.

We’ll all live happier, healthier lives if we can just embrace the facts and not be ashamed, embarrassed, or afraid to talk about them.