Cock Rings

A cock ring is most often used to make an erect penis harder and bigger, to keep it that way for a longer amount of time, and to delay and heighten orgasm. Cock rings work by constricting blood flow, keeping blood in the shaft of the penis. When a wearer finally does ejaculate, the sensation is more intense, since it took a longer time to come, and because the penis is filled with additional blood.



Cock rings fit over the shaft and the testicles/scrotum when a man is not erect. Ball by ball, the testicles go through, then the penis shaft dives in head first through the remaining ring space. The ideal cock ring stays in place when the penis is soft, yet it can fairly easily slip off or unsnap when the penis is hard. Lube can be added to make putting rings on and taking them off a little easier



For safety and pleasure, a cock ring needs to increase the size of the erection only slightly. If you notice more pronounced swelling, then the fit is too tight. In that case, take the cock ring off immediately. It's also vital for men to take off their cock ring at the first sign of pain or if the genitals feel cold. In addition, it's dangerous to leave a ring on for too long, including wearing one to sleep when spontaneous erections are all the rage. An erection of several hours can cause blood coagulation in the penis, making it difficult to lose the erection. This is called priapism, a prolonged erection. Since new blood cannot enter the penis, this can be severely painful and cause permanent damage to the erectile tissue.



Before you fly

In these high-security times, metal detectors will catch some of these penis-erectors that are tricky to explain and/or remove for closer inspection.



Did you say PENIS



Chocolate Jesus Penis Stolen, Display Canceled

This was posted April 1 I assume its a joke but who knows

Someone stole the penis from the nude, anatomically correct chocolate sculpture of Jesus Christ that had been scheduled to go on display in New York tomorrow night. The theft was discovered early this morning by a custodian at the Lab Gallery in the Roger Smith Hotel, where the exhibition was to have taken place.

A gallery official who announced the cancellation of the exhibit explained that there wasn't enough time to re-sculpt the missing part before tomorrow night.

"Jesus was big for his age," said Geoff Bolton, creative director at the gallery. "You didn't find many six-feet-tall men with a size thirteen sandal in his time, and getting the details right in a correspondingly large penis takes some doing. Besides, part of the Lord's left testicle was damaged in the theft, so his entire kit would have had to have been re-hung."



'Butterfly'....A Shocking Tale.

"Butterfly: A Grimm Love Story."

Movie trailer

In March of 2001, Meiwes placed an ad in a cannibal chat room searching for someone to eat and he met Bernd Jürgen Armando Brandes, who was searching to be consumed.

With the consent of Brandes, Meiwes severed his penis, seasoned it with salt, pepper and garlic, cooked it and served it to the pair. Meiwes later killed Brandes, and throughout the course of the next few weeks cooked and ate more than 20 kilograms (44 pounds) of Brandes.

T.S. Faull wrote a disturbing film which, at times, is uncomfortable - if not frightening - to watch, and Weisz held nothing back from the audience. The story is graphic, therefore the film is graphic, and Weisz makes no apologies for the matter



The pain was incredible

A German girl who could not get an admirer to stop bothering her in a Hamburg disco unzipped the man's flies, pulled out his penis, put it in her mouth - and then almost bit it in half.

Natascha Mueller reportedly told police: 'I just wanted to dance and he kept coming alongside me and would not go away.'

Her victim, Andreas Baum, 39, said: 'She beckoned me over and told me 'I know what you need'. Then she unzipped my trousers and I thought it was Xmas, and then she bit me. The pain was incredible. She almost bit it off.'

Emergency services found the man clutching his blood-stained member in the middle of the dance floor.

The young woman who was arrested was six times over the legal limit for driving when breath tested.

Sunshine Boy...Derrick Davenport

Derrick Davenport Playgirls 2006 man of the year.


Derrick Davenport (born January 14, 1984) is a popular American male model best known for being Playgirl's Man of the Year in 2006. This after initially posing for the magazine in May of 2005.




Derrick's Website

Sunshine Boy....George Nozuka

George Nozuka April 28, 1986 is a Canadian R&B/Pop singer of Japanese and Caucasian descent.In the week of October 27, his debut single, "Talk to Me" peaked at #1 on the MuchMusic Music Video countdown.

George's Website

George on MySpace

George sings, plays keyboards, guitar and harmonica, and co-wrote all of the songs on his album. The 20-year-old spent 12 months recording it in Toronto, Los Angeles and Sweden with a number of producers, including Perry Alexander, Roy "Royalty" Hamilton and Anthony M.

Nozuka is a nephew of actor Kevin Bacon by marriage.His younger brother Justin is also an R&B singer, and his brother Philip, an actor, has appeared on Degrassi: The Next Generation.

George attended St. Andrew's College until 2002, moving to Etobicoke School of the Arts for musical theatre. He graduated in 2005.

Military Meat

Gays in the military learning to "embrace the suck" Gays in the military, an extremely masculine environment, not only have to put up with possible jeering from their heterosexual peers, but also must learn to speak another language. That's in addition to having to learn any foreign language that they must acquire in preparation toward entering and serving in a foreign country. In short, military gays are learning to "embrace the suck."



"Embracing the suck" simply means, "Face it, soldier. I've been there. This ain't easy. Now let's deal with it," says Austin Bay, retired U.S. Army reservist who has published a book on military lingo called, Embracing the Suck: A pocket guide to Military Speak.




The following is a list (compiled and adapted from internet sources) of similar words and meanings that are often confusing to gay soldiers:
Back to the taxpayers: (military) Navy slang for where a wrecked aircraft gets sent.
Barfairy bargain basement: (gay) any place were it is easy to find a partner for sex
Backslidioushypocritious: (gay) a bible-thumping hypocrite

Beltway clerk: (military) A derisive term for a Washington political operative or civilian political hatchet man-in other words, someone who trades on his supposed political connections. May refer to so-called "Washington defense experts" who have never served in the armed forces.
Butter, Bake and Baste: (gay) Rubbing suntan lotion on an acquaintance getting them relaxed, then penetrating them anally
Benjamin: (gay) a $100.00 bill, or someone who accepts money for sexual favors.
Brownie Queen: (gay) Man who prefers to be penetrated in gay sex

Embrace the suck: (military) The situation is bad, but deal with it.
Hold onto the eggs in the basket: (gay) hold onto your testicles

Fallujah: (military) An Iraqi city. As slang, however, the phrase "another Fallujah" means a screwed-up place crawling with bad guys.
Fantabalusa: (gay) Anything wonderful, or fantastic

FOB: (military) Forward Operations Base ("the yard"). Protected area for Iraqi or coalition soldiers.
Foop: (gay) an effeminate male or to have gay sex
FOTC: (gay) Fuck of the century
Fogle: (gay) handkerchief

Fobbits: (military) Derogatory term for soldiers who never leave a FOB.
Fuzznuts: (gay) a boy or young man with no pubic hair

FUBAR: (military) F***** Up Beyond All Recognition. Fake acronym. A World War II term still in use.
Fucked up the ass: (gay)

FUBIJAR: (military) A play on FUBAR. F***** Up, But I'm Just A Reservist. A sarcastic jab by a reservist at criticism from a regular.
Friends with benefits: (gay) a good friend who is open to have sex, but not a long-term relationship

Groundhog Day: (military) Every day of your tour in Iraq. Terms suggests the days never change-always long and hot, and the same events keep recurring. From the Bill Murray movie Groundhog Day.
Ground woman: (gay) a homosexual with an unrestrained sexual appetite
Hound dog: (gay) same as above

Hooah: (military) U.S. Army slang. Actually a shout. Signals approval or solidarity. Means most anything except "no."
Hot rocks: (gay) horny, or hot to trot

John Wayne Driving School: (military) Banging up a Humvee in the process of teaching new soldiers to drive it.
Driving the John: (gay) fucking a masculine lesbian
Driving John & Joan: (gay) fucking a bisexual person
Inserting the Dipstick: (gay) inserting the penis

LPCs: (military) Leather Personnel Carriers. Better known as boots.
Luppies: (gay) lesbian urban professionals (in boots)

Marineland: (military) Slang for Iraq's Anbar province, which is largely patrolled by U.S. Marines
Marlboro Country: (gay) a place with an abundance of rough studs ready for sex

Mookie: (military) Nickname for Iraqi Shia leader Muqtada al-Sadr. See: Mahdi Militia. ("Hey, the Cav's going back into Najaf. Mookie and the Mookie Army are restless again.")
Moffie: (gay) a gay man
Moey: (gay) a mouth

MOUT: (military) Military Operations in Urban Terrain. A general description for house-to-house searches, raids, and patrols in an urban area.
Mutant: (gay) a transgendered person
Munch: (gay) a social gathering of the fetish community usually in a restaurant

Pig looking at a wristwatch: (military) Slang for a dumbfounded look. ("Stop looking at that mop like a pig looking at a wristwatch, and clean the floor.")
Plate of ham on the clock: (gay) a blow job in a hurry
Pork on the clock: (gay): to be on top in sex during a quickie

Ranger candy: (military) An 800-milligram Motrin (ibuprofen) pill.
Rainbow dick: (gay) a penis with a downward curve

Semper Fi: (military) U.S. Marines motto, short for "Semper Fidelis," which is Latin for "Always Faithful."
Sing the sailors songbook: (gay) the sound of a man being screwed by a politician with more money than he has

Semper I: (military) Pejorative Marine lingo for being overly concerned with one's own personal interests.
Shonen-AI: (gay) boy love

Semper Gumby: (military) Another play on Semper Fi. Means "always flexible."
Sailor Queen: (gay) male prostitute

Semper Knife: (military) Yet another twist on Semper Fi. Means "backstabbing."
Scene Queen: (gay) a Washington opportunist

Turkey peek: To glance around or over an object or surface, such as a corner or wall. ("Now, once you're in there, do a turkey peek around the wall then move to the next building.")
View the twatarooney: (gay) to see the anus

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

Bill O'Reilly Tells the View to shut up or else

Rosie's website
when joy and i
alluded to bill oreillys
sex scandal
on the view

we were told the following day
that we couldn’t bring it up anymore
or else bill o
would “go after” all the hosts of the view

hmmmmmmm

i saw his friday rosie spin
on you tube
where he edited my statements
to make it seem
as he wanted

like 1984
molding the facts
2 suit the needs
of big brother rupert

“Parsons was Winston’s fellow employee at the Ministry of Truth. He was a fattish but active man of paralyzing stupidity, a mass of imbecile enthusiasms—one of those completely unquestioning, devoted drudges on whom, more even than on the thought police, the stability of the Party depended.”


question authority
america
b4 its too late
spin spin spin

“Don’t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought?… Has it ever occurred to your, Winston, that by the year 2050, at the very latest, not a single human being will be alive who could understand such a conversation as we are having now?… The whole climate of thought will be different. In fact, there will be no thought, as we understand it now. Orthodoxy means not thinking—not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.

we r awake
PEACE OUT

Sunshine Boy...Perry Farrell

Perry Farrell (born Perry Bernstein in New York City on March 29, 1959) is a musician who, as the frontman of Jane's Addiction, was one of the pioneers of alternative rock. Peretz (פרץ) is his Hebrew name, as well as his DJ moniker ("DJ Peretz"). His stage name is a play on the word peripheral (although Farrell also happens to be his brother's name).



The name "Perry Farrell" is a pun on 'peripheral'.
Perry Farrell is the only person who has performed at all seven Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festivals to date, having appeared under four different names (Perry Farrell, Jane's Addiction, DJ Peretz, and with Hybrid). In addition, "DJ Peretz" and "The Chemical Brothers" are the only names that have appeared on the festival's lineup card more than four times.
Performs vocals in Hybrid's song "Dogstar" off their I Choose Noise album released in 2006.
Featured on Mad Professor's album Method to the Madness in the song "King Z"
Featured on Thievery Corporation's Cosmic Game, on the track "Revolution Solution"




Perry's Website

Hot in Speedo's

Ethiopian Cabin Boy

When I left Bangkok, Thailand, the first time, I originally thought I'd be returning to a world that was almost completely straight and that my days of enjoying a rich and active bi lifestyle were over. My work with the government, with its strong homophobic policies, just didn't seem to leave that avenue safely open to me. And for a couple of years, when I was assigned to Washington, D.C., and was retraining to work on the ground to unravel secrets for the United States as I had recently been doing high overhead as a photoreconnaissance jet driver, my sex life was pretty heterosexual.

But to my surprise, when I was training for intelligence gathering, I discovered that my line of work wasn't as pristine sexually as I had tried to convince myself it was. I should already have been aware of this, as I had already gotten hints of my spy masters looking the other direction in Bangkok when it pleased them to do so. And in my training, I learned that they could be pleased to do so if the intelligence needed was considered very important and when the options of "getting the goods" were restricted.

I was sent into the Middle East and stationed in Cyprus, which is now considered in relationship to the Middle East somewhat like Switzerland was considered to Europe in World War II—a safe haven where spies can meet on neutral ground and where it is considered ungentlemanly (although it does happen on occasion) for "wet" (meaning doing someone to death) operations to be conducted. And it wasn't long before I learned how far I might be expected to go to "get the goods" in my job. It was also where I quickly found a new answer to one of three questions that had perpetually come up in the world of "bottoms" in my Bangkok days: This question was "What was your longest?" One of the other questions, "What was your thickest?," would also be answered when I lived on Cyprus, but during a different tour a decade later. The remaining question, "What was the most satisfying?," had already been answered years earlier in Bangkok in the form of a black Army officer (who, with his 10 by 2 dimensions, almost answered the other two questions as well).

The "longest" question was answered in the form of an Ethiopian cabin boy on the yacht of a Saudi businessman at anchor off the Larnaka waterfront. This promenade, very European in atmosphere, enjoyed a deep, flat beach separated from a long hotel and sidewalk café front of gaily decorated umbrellas and tables by a wide boulevard. The boulevard was anchored at one end by a yacht marina and at the other by the medieval harbor castle where Richard the Lionhearted married his shipwrecked Berengaria.

After our encounter, the Ethiopian had me singing a couple of octaves higher than normal and walking around tenderly—although the later part might have been caused by the escapades later that night. I can't attest to how long the Ethiopian's cock was, but both my eyes and my intestines are quite sure they've never seen or felt a longer one.

When he took me, we were in a lower-deck cabin of the yacht, where you couldn't stand up straight except in the middle of the room. A double bed went in under the bulkhead. The Saudi owner of the yacht and I had just agreed on some successful business of a nefarious government nature, and the Saudi had been very attentive




to me and let me know he wanted to fuck me. I had met him at a couple of embassy cocktail parties earlier and apparently had made a very favorable impression on him. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he fancied me, but I didn't make the connection at the time when I was assigned to contact him. My spy masters wanted the deal to go well, and I had been told to do what it took to conclude the deal—and I subsequently came to assume that my masters knew exactly what the Saudi businessman was interested in getting in return for his vital information. So, when he so directly propositioned me and connected it with his willingness to provide what I had come for, I said I would sleep with him that night on the yacht. Clearly delighted, he responded that, in appreciation, he'd send me a gift before dinner.

An Ethiopian cabin boy—not a "boy," of course, but a young man—had been gliding around the yacht all day as it wallowed off the colorful Larnaka waterfront, doing this and that. He was incredibly tall and thin, really out of place on a yacht with cramped head room, even if it was large. When I opened the door of my cabin to him, he was carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne and one glass on it, but I knew right away that he was my gift, because he was nude. His pecker hung down almost to his knees, it seemed—and this thighs were unusually long in themselves. I had never really thought about whether the unusual height on some African tribesmen had a relationship to dimensions elsewhere, but just then my education in that department lengthened considerably.

There was no thought of me refusing this gift from the Saudi; he hadn't given me the promised information yet, and this was no time to rock the boat—other than the rocking the Ethiopian was about to do with his performance on my body, of course.

I was still in just my Speedo, so there wasn't much undressing required. The tray also had a bottle of KY on it, and the Ethiopian just slid off my Speedo and knelt there and sucked me hard, while pulling his own meat to erection. I fell back onto the bed, which was low to the floor, while he lathered himself and my hole up. He wishboned my legs up and out and I dug my feet into the low bulkhead that stretched out over the bed. He then knelt between my legs and just fed and fed and fed and fed that long eleven- or twelve-incher up into me.

At first he moved my hand to my ass and had me cup my fingers there so that he was pushing his cock through my cupped fingers, giving him a hand job as well as him giving me an ass fuck, when he entered me. I gasped as he reached a depth inside me I'd rarely felt before even though he had to go three inches through my fingers before entering me. But he laughed hoarsely as I panted and moaned to accommodate him. And then he brushed my hand away and I arched my back and cried out my astonishment and passion as he just dug deeper and deeper inside me. It wasn't all that painful, because his cock was pretty thin, but he had to have gotten well up into my intestines and stretched them out where they'd never



been touched by a foreign object before.

I looked up as he was doing this, and the Saudi was lounging in the doorway watching me get royally fucked. The Ethiopian pumped me that way for a while and then turned me over on my belly and got that cock even farther up into me, taking it all out and then just slamming all the way back in repeatedly until he needed to cum. And he withdrew then and shot off all over the small of my back. I was digging my fists into the bedding as best I could to hold position while he jackhammered into me. I'd already cum twice by then myself, once with the help of his mouth and then with the help of his hand.

The Saudi just stood there and watched with slitted eyes, and he kept his hand busy with his own cock. His "gift" to me was even more another gift to himself. He really wanted his entertainment worth for those precious secrets he held, and the long, long Ethiopian and I gave him quite a show.

That night the Saudi and his bulky bodyguard did me in a sandwich in an all-night fuck fest in the main cabin, which was not nearly as cramped as mine was. The Saudi's equipment was nothing to write home about and he came quickly, but the bodyguard had a really thick piece and was a fast reloader and had a vigorous, long-endurance pelvis action. Lots of nice muscle. He's probably the one who was responsible for my bowed legs and shuffling walk—and big smile—the next day.

They did me in turn. Then, as a finale, the Saudi really wanted to get his cock in there with the bodyguard's, but I wasn't having any of that, needed secrets or not. The bodyguard alone was much too thick.

I never did drink the champagne, and I can only surmise that the information I collected was worth my effort—at least my masters were well pleased when I returned, and they asked me no questions about my use of trade craft in getting the goods.

Author: Habu