In the beginning, the Gay God created Vanilla Sex, No Sprinkles, you know, jerking off, cock sucking and ass fucking, and He saw that it was good. And that was the beginning and end of the first wild night.
Next, the Gay God created Vanilla Sex With Sprinkles, tits, pits, some ball play and rimming, and He saw that it was good. And that was the beginning and the end of the second wild night.
After that, the Gay God created Kink, piss, tit clamps, clothes pins, hot wax, bondage, mummification, fish sinkers and leather boots tied to the balls, metal sounds and catheters up the urethra, the final frontier of men’s erotic zones, and He saw that it was hot. And that was the beginning and the end of the third wild weekend.
Finally, recognizing that all that might not be enough to turn some guys on, the Gay God created Extreme Sex – fist fucking, sweat, asphyxiation and scat. And when He saw what he had done, He said: Holy Shit!
While virtually all man-to-man encounters (except maybe mutual oral and fuck flipping) involves one guy being in control of the other (hence, tops, bottoms), Extreme Sex takes that power paradigm straight to Pluto. Hey, isn’t that guy who’s fisting you in total control of your being when he can feel your heart beating – inside you?
Now, I’m not ashamed to say I’ve participated personally in all four forms of EX. So for you deprived gay boys in Nebraska who still are stuck in third grade when it comes to playing around, this coming week I’ll be offering you your graduate school level dissertation in some heavy duty shit.
Isn’t straight sex just plain boring in comparison?
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