Finally, sanity!

I grew up in an ethnic region not unlike that still seen in many Eastern Indian communities. 

"Indian culture is highly homosocial and displays of affection, body contact and the sharing of beds between men is socially acceptable (Kahn, 1994) This creates opportunities for sexual contact, though sexual behavior in this context is rarely seen as real sex, but as play. This same-sex sexual activity begins in adolescence between school friends and within family environments and is non-penetrative. Young men who cultivate such relationships do not consider themselves to be 'homosexual' but conceive their behavior in terms of sexual desire, opportunity and pleasure�" (Asthana and Oostvogels, 2001: 712)."

I lived in North America. From the age of 12, I discovered a level of intimacy with certain male friends that we knew was more "private" & needed to be handled with total discretion - never even hinted of outside of the company of the guys involved.  "Fags" were considered to be half-men who acted like females & took 'it' up the tailpipe. None of us fit that description & nobody who "might" possibly be amicable to either tendency ever saw the inner dynamics of our group.  "Nerds & sissies" were completely excluded & it seemed like those of us involved with each other knew the 'social dangers' of being implicated with either (effeminate men or those who did the arse-nasty).

I.E: "I was a teenager in the 2000s, but I attended a boys' boarding school in Switzerland, where activities of the g0y kind were still common. We had a chap in our class who was very effeminate, and he was the most systematically excluded one from this type of relationships going on quietly between the rest of us. I have no doubt that he finished school and went on into life thinking that his peculiarity was same-sex attraction. So I have an idea of how the concept of the gay could get started." - Blsss

When I was a bit older, I moved to a more "urbanized" region.  The atmosphere there was very different from where's I'd come from & homophobia was a stifling threat that gave every guy pause in regard to how he carried himself in public.  

However, being 15, eh...18, I soon directed my efforts to making friends & seeing how deeply I could get the relationships to go.  Because I was athletic, aggressive & good looking, -friends were not difficult to make. Getting them to "loosen up" was a bit more of a challenge. However, once I did manage to bed a buddy, -& he saw that the act didn't cause his dick to shrivel or make him grow tits - the friendship usually ramped up to what I was used to.  Our behavior wasn't considered "gay" by any of us once the arse-plug'n rejection was clearly established (seeing that we didn't go there). It wasn't unusual for guy to talk about women -even while still cuddling with his buddy.  The perception was that the male/male friendship was very different than that with a woman. Indeed, it was. There was a rural swimming hole with moving water too deep for anyone under 5'9". Rumor had it that "years ago" some sleazy high-school girl got pregnant after being nailed by several nude boys at the location - so these days the attendance was almost male & nude swimming was the initiation rite. With all of the contact & water wrestling, games like chicken & if a shorter guy needed to take a breather - he either rested nude supported by a nude friend or he'd need to leave the water. Most guys opted to stay in the water with a taller friend until they caught their breath. It doesn't take long to learn how to reposition a guy so that his man parts are in constant state of friction against you under the water. This process extended for several hours of swimming would often results in raging erections that were screaming for release & not going down naturally. When these guys became blue-balls hard they'd get blue around the lips because they were exhausting themselves swimming & did not want to climb on me for support because their baton-dick would definitely introduce itself to me.  So, I'd notice blue lips & say something "Danny, take a breather. Your face is taking on a hypoxic look." I'd give him a quick wink where only they saw it as I held out an arm.  I made it appear like I was going to leave the arm extended but once a guy took it I'd pull him in & tell him to grab my neck with both hands saying "Deep breaths & relax. Your color should be back to normal in a few minutes." - as I pulled his pelvis tight against my abs. At this time any guy would know that he was busted - clearly having an intense erection. However, I didn't let on that anything was unusual. Instead, I simply feigned being interested in whatever happened to be going on - still moving, intercepting frisbee's, water volleyballs, etc. But the arm I had supporting the guy who was taking a breather - was positioned under his ass with firm pressure pushing his erection along my abs or ribs. And as I moved up & down in the water, I moved him the other way. The friction against my ribs or abs (along with the firm pressure along his shaft) caused most guys to ejaculate intensely for a good minute or so. Lots of guys would simply bury their head in the nap of my neck covering the space with their arms the best they could as they "breathed deeply" as quietly as possible as their orgasms extorted oxygen too. Most guys recovered within 2-3 minutes after and as I could feel them shift position in order to rejoin the fun I'd usually say something like: "Your complexion is less blue & the rest takes a real load off. Next time don't wait. OK?" Then I'd wink so only the guy saw it.  Once guys knew I totally was trust worthy regarding their sex responses - then they'd become more brazen with under-water touches, hints & play-groping.  Some of these guys got hard minutes after getting into the water with me. Wrestling with a guy consisted of what appeared to be horseplay above the water as I covertly held him steady enough under the water to masturbate him until his penis would surrender that long streamer of egg-white cumm into the current. These guys became awesome friends. The phrase: "Hang out this week/end.", was code for doing fun stuff punctuated with lots of satiating sex that was totally respectful & never b!tched a Bro. It wasn't 'casual', but massively bonding, relaxing & definitely took away women's attempts to control men by teasing the libido endlessly in order to get men to give women "stuff" on the ever lengthening innuendos of eventual sex (lots of manipulative cunts are in school).  Having a friend or 3 who loves & respects you & will operate the "pump" for you (letting you bask fully in that teeth-clenching cock-explosion-euphoria) - is a true benefit of male/male best-friendships. Since the 1970's, such friendships were virtually destroyed by the low-brow, gender-fuck'd behavior & foul-disrespect the permeates "gay-culture". No decent guy wanted anything to do with that sh!t. Then the STD explosion into the "gay" male community happened & continues till this very day.  Dirty fag fucks!

"Hey brother. Just discovered g0ys.org and I want to thank you for blowing the fucking lid off the perverse faggot conspiracy to induce men to degrade and demean themselves in another dude's asshole. There is nothing filthier than a man putting his dick where a dude takes a shit." - FD

But there was never any cheap-talk insinuating that a guy was seen in disrespect or referred to as a 'piece of tail' in our (G0YS) group/s. To have diminished the nature of one M2M friend/relationship with emasculating words or actions was to have cheapened them all & put them on par with how "gay" relationships were perceived: Cheap, petty, disposable, uncommitted (Ironically - that is the same light lots of guys see relationships with woman as being)!  It was an amazing & wonderful thing: To be free from the lies about "the gays owning all M2M intimacy". Generally, these friendships weren't "monogamous" or exclusive, -but neither were they cheap, disposable hookups.  Although I don't remember a week of different guys in bed every night, -I do recall weeks where there were 3-4 (only 1 per night, though). These were good friends who show up at any hour & eventually climb into the sack because among men, the need for sex is commonly accepted & a trusted bro who will gladly get you off all night long is a priceless find.  The progression from close physical contact to sexual was generally of the same pattern that occurred over time:  A buddy would get comfortable being massaged, disrobed & eventually I'd discover a guy sporting wood - at which time I'd take steps to work the tension out of 'it'.  "Gay" was rapidly defined as "playing the female role" & since none of us did that, - we saw ourselves simply as 'buds with benefits'.  And love - did we love each other in the most respectful & heartfelt ways.  It wasn't possessive, clingy or selfish -- but open, accepting & full of the knowledge that women were a natural part of most guys lives too - but as a different form of relationship.  A best-friend was someone who knew & accepted that life's currents may occasionally move a friend in different directions & if that was a friend's choice -- then so be it.  That perspective is one of the ways we saw ourselves as different from "gays" (who it seemed - oddly wanted a male/female dynamic to exist between only men).         

And while the world of porn showcased sexuality with all of the tact of a jackhammer screwing a tube of grease; --0ur interactions, by comparison, were so subdued that I've actually pulled it off in a hotel - sharing a bed with a buddy when the other bed was shared by 1-2 people who didn't have a clue what was going on 2 meters away!  I've got some lofty standards for the guys I share the sack with -so most of my buds are "coincidently" good look'n, masculine guys - well built; -- & I work out too.  

One of the most sensual & attractive aspects of intimacy with a masculine guy was the dimension of trust. Well developed men have the ability to literally kill with their bare hands because of the strength & ability to fight using precision movement.  It is a personal accomplishment & statement of character to develop a deep, trusting friendship with a man who is by nature - an aggressive personality.  Building such a friendship is not like meeting Mr. Rogers while skipping thru his "won't you be mine" neighborhood.  Fred was probably a nice guy --but for a plutonic friendship.  His spiked-hair, football playing nephew "Todd" who get's D's in English & can't articulate his feelings with little more than a grunt & shrug -- is more along my line of "attractive".  "Todd" - whoever he may be - is generally not dumb, but extremely right-brained (often with a equalizing weakness on the left side).  Such men are generally more instinct-driven & not given to vindictive or pretensive behavior because they lack the faculty to predict conversation's directions.  "Strong & silent" - because the left hemisphere (verbal) is out in the cold as to the inner thoughts that drive these guys.  I find the traits to be an attractive challenge to build trust & intimacy with.  The goal is always the same: To develop a rock-solid friendship -extended family that finds comfort in the bedroom as well as unconditional love & support without.  And time after time I have discovered that many of these guys are open to g0ycentric relationships while loudly opposing the spectre of gay-genderfuck.           

It was while I was at my second high-school that I began to notice, what I call: "The Faggot Influence".  This happened to some guys who - for whatever reason, believed that their attraction for hott guys was exclusive to themselves and the "gay minority".  There was a guy named "Dale" that I wanted to ramp-up the friendship level with, -but before I could indict him into my core group of friends, -he "came out" as "gay" & joined the school's gay support thingy.  By the end of the year, the guy was a major "fag" who had morphed into a girl-like persona who was all lisps & rainbows. I mention him because by his junior year in college, he was HIV+ -no doubt from giving/taking 'it' up the tailpipe.  In contrast: I've never had an STD & the few "close" fiends who caught something - got it from a woman!  The "FAGS" are quite a different story ... consistently, predictably:Shamefully... 

So, having seen this happen to a number of guys - I've reached the conclusion that the "gay" community is it's own worst enemy.  It is also a devastating source of bad education, misinformation & blatant lies.  Even worse is the fact that it cannot self-censor, so it continually speaks contradictory messages all given in the name of "gaydom". It is a social Clusterfuck! Any naive guy who believes that he's part of "that minority" & joins them -- very often takes on all of the "gay mantras" - including an informal education about "gay sex" - ButtPlunging. The irony is that it's a subculture built on a series of lies about male sexuality and the guys who get snared into it are those who didn't say "no" to perilous stupidity.  The saddest commentary is when groups like our peer-group get exposed and the FAGS want to "declare our's as their's".  This provides fodder for the "gay mantra" that insists that "some athletes are even 'gay'".  Of course, "gay", when used like that means, "Likes his own gender". However, we all know that the term gay (by extension) really means, "Likes to ass-fuck own gender". Everyone knows that's the stereotype. What makes the stereotype reality is that the predominant gay media showcases it as the defining "gay sex act". Gay's ARE Ass-Fuckers. It's their collective ASSertion.  It is also the hallmark of a guy who has completely bankrupted his masculine ethos. Fags spread injury, disease & death better than any other demographic on the planet via the ass-fuck. The g0ys don't. And if that dynamic doesn't illustrate the paramount distinctions between GAY/G0Y, -then go find a willing arse & keep a proctologist on speed-dial beside the number for the VD-treatment clinic.

One thing that my buds & I share is a love & respect for each other that goes beyond mere words. I cannot fathom a group so devoid of a moral conscience that it would encourage its members to participate in acts that rip the ass out of its members (quite literally) or give their partners a banquet of fuck'n diseases from AIDS to worms! And the test that fags now get -that for years was something only women got: A Pap-smear! How fuck'n 'masculine' is needing a Pap-smear! WTF!  

And then there are the Fags who insist that if you don't give/take it up the ASS -that you're Not really "GAY". Let's watch them debate that opinion with the "GAYS" who say that simply liking the same sex makes you "GAY".

"No they're not!"
"Yes, they are!"
"No, they're not!  Is this going to come to blowths..."

I can already visualize the purses & high-heels flying. Like I said: "Genderfuck'd up!".

G0YS bring clarity & sanity to a group of men who know the difference between loving their buddies vs. ass-fuckers.  The latter have no conscience -hence no ability to temper their behavior (despite decades of blatant evidence) (despite decades of blatant evidence) (despite decades of blatant evidence) (despite decades of blatant evidence) (despite decades of blatant evidence) (despite decades of blatant evidence) (despite decades of blatant evidence) that shows how destructive the is.  Bad company corrupts good character; -& that principle is why more G0YS need to call it as it is - while spreading the message that there is a distinct choice for guys who love their buds while feeling an aversion away from "gay".

Lots of guys are literally dying to hear the G0Y message!

G0YS: Clarity, Sanity, Moral-Distinction!