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-Fellatio Course - Table of Contents & Lesson 1 (4)
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Dear List, I will post one lesson per day (more or less as time permits) for the next three weeks. These lessons will be on the ancient art of cocksucking. Here is a listing of the contents along with the first chapter. There will be an oral examination at the end of this course. Those receiving a passing grade will receive two credits from the University of Dorchester. A graduate program will soon be announced, but attendance will be by invitation only.
````````````````````````` (Please note: this was NOT written by Boston Bill. I copied it off the Net and now don't know the source. My apology to the author.)
Lesson 1 - The Basic Penis. Let's talk about the "basic penis." I regard oral sex as the highest form of expression of love that can be exchanged between two people. Hopefully this information will help you to break down any barriers which you might have that would prevent you from expressing your love in this way and from receiving a reciprocation from your male companion. First things first. LOOK at the cock. I do not mean a cursory glance not a hurried, surreptitious examination. Take enough time that you convince your companion that some kind of treat is in store for him provided he will allow you to do with him, and particularly with his cock, exactly what you want. Place him flat on his back on your bed, in a well lighted room. Take his cock in your hand and LOOK at it. He probably will not have the will power to stay soft, but then again you are worshiping his very essence. Few men can stay soft under these circumstances, when it is apparent that the person LOOKING at his cock is worshiping. When you first start to touch him, his cock will become hard and be in a state where your examination will be meaningful. Wouldn't it be nice if going to the doctor for an examination was as enriching? The cock must be hard if you are to be able to note the important parts-those parts sensitive to stimulation by your lips and tongue. The first thing you will note is whether or not he is circumcised. Circumcision is not universally practiced: there are advantages and disadvantages to penises in both conditions from the standpoint of providing oral caresses that bring the highest kind of delight to your man. Next take a close look at the shaft of the penis itself. There is a bulbous part of the organ near the outer end, slightly larger in diameter than the shaft, which is often called the head. Technically this is the glans penis (comes from the Latin glans which means acorn. Look at it closely; does kind of look like an acorn, doesn't it?) The outside perimeter of the glans penis is the corona. This joins the head to the shaft. This is the most sensitive spot on the penis. It is toward this ridge that you will direct most of your attention when you are giving head. Follow this ridge around to the underside of the penis. You know that I like to call it the underbelly. I am particularly fond of the underbelly! You will notice a point of juncture where the two ends of this irregular circle come together. If your partner is not circumcised, this will also be the point where the foreskin is attached. This tiny area is easily the most sensitive spot on his entire body, and it is possible to bring your partner to climax simply by gently tapping the tip of your tongue directly on it. Spend time caressing the glans and those areas immediately surrounding it. Beneath the glans is the shaft of the penis. The shaft does not have many nerve endings and does not, therefore, provide a man with any high degree of stimulation when caressed either manually or with your tongue to the exclusion of the glans penis itself. It always amazes me to note the number of confirmed cocksuckers who believe that sucking up and down on the shaft will get the guy off. That's not it folks! If it works it is because the back of your throat is playing tricks on his glans penis. Your throat is giving head to his head! Beneath the shaft are the testicles (balls, jewels, call them what you like, but let's not ignore their significance). The testicles are extremely sensitive to pain and are not usually considered subject to erotic stimulation to any particular degree. Not true! You can add a high degree of pleasure for him by paying the right kind of attention to the balls! Now lets go back to the shaft of the matter. The opening in the tip of the glans penis is the meatus. Here is where the cum spurts. (I could have said semen is ejaculated but I did not want to sound too professional). There are other parts of a man's body which respond with alacrity to oral stimulation. Many men are particularly sensitive around the nipples. The first time I kissed my partner's nipples he shot before I had the chance to even get near his cock. While I have not been able to duplicate this in the laboratory setting (he hates to go near the lab with me) my partner still gets extremely turned on by my lingual nipple caresses. So LOOK at your partner's penis. Study it. Learn its areas of special sensitivity completely and be ready to apply your knowledge to his body with your tongue and with your lips when you bend your loving head over his cock. There is nothing that you can do which more clearly shows your love for him than the worship you can provide his cock! Return to Table of Contents to continue lessons.
George of Boston (Boston Bill)
George -
Larry (in San Diego) Thanks, Lou. You're on. Rest up for the next lesson tomorrow. All students must be rested and freshly showered with sparkling clean butts and foreskins.
Loomis Goodson wrote:
George of Boston (Boston Bill)
George,
GRS
Ben Boxer clears that up:
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An unemployed man goes to apply for a job with Microsoft as a janitor.
The manager there arranges for him to take an aptitude test (Section:
Floors, sweeping and cleaning).
After the test, the manager says, "You will be employed at minimum wage,
$5.15 an hour. Let me have your e-mail address, so that I can send you a
form to complete and tell you where to report for work on your first
day."
Taken aback, the man protests that he has neither a computer nor an
e-mail address. To this the MS manager replies, "Well, then, that means
that you virtually don't exist and can therefore hardly expect to be
employed."
Stunned, the man leaves. Not knowing where to turn and having only $10
in his wallet, he decides to buy a 25 lb flat of tomatoes at the
supermarket. Within less than 2 hours, he sells all the tomatoes
individually at 100% profit. Repeating the process several times more
that day, he ends up with almost $100 before going to sleep that night.
And thus it dawns on him that he could quite easily make a living
selling tomatoes. Getting up early every day and going to bed late, he
multiplies his profits quickly.
After a short time he acquires a cart to transport several dozen boxes
of tomatoes, only to have to trade it in again so that he can buy a
pick-up truck to support his expanding business. By the end of the
second year, he is the owner of a fleet of pick-up trucks and manages a
staff of a hundred former unemployed people, all selling tomatoes.
Planning for the future of his wife and children, he decides to buy some
life insurance. Consulting with an insurance adviser, he picks an
insurance plan to fit his new circumstances. At the end of the telephone
conversation, the adviser asks him for his e-mail address in order to
send the final documents electronically.
When the man replies that he has no e-mail, the adviser is stunned,
"What, you don't have e-mail? How on earth have you managed to amass
such wealth without the Internet, e-mail and e-commerce? Just imagine
where you would be now, if you had been connected to the internet from
the very start!"
After a moment of thought, the tomato millionaire replied, "Why, of
course! I would be a floor cleaner at Microsoft!"
Morals of this story:
Hi fellow lovers of men,
I found this mural over the front door of a couple of brothers who lived
together in quite a large house. It shows "Priapus (the god of fertility)
weighing his phallus with a balance". I thought this very appropriate for
the entranceway to a house where two men lived together, even if they were
brothers.
Heidy-ho, brothers.
Apropos one of my recent postings, the irreverent and irrepressible George of Boston wrote: "To understand what the 'dump' writer really meant, we need to consider how severely constipated he must be. Quel agony!"
Ah, yes! "Quel agony!" What a brilliant choice of language! Very sophisticated is George to think of toileting in French. I recollect an English subtitle in a French film I saw long ago, in a scene where a schoolgirl is marching around her room in some frustrating situation, pounding her palm with her fist and growling, "Merde! Merde! Merde!" Politely, the subtitlist rendered the invective as "Darn it!" Those of us in the audience with at least a smattering of French knew perfectly well the little darling was saying, "Shit! Shit! Shit!" It sounds so gross in English! Swearing always sounds better in French. They speak of something awful as being "merde en confiture" which is much more refined than calling it "shit jam"!
Speaking of "merde" and constipation takes me back to Versailles and the French court, which have cropped up in our discussions lately.
Let me tell you about an old silverfox in his 90s who visited the great palace at Versailles 60 years after the fall of the "ancien regime" during the French Revolution. Still spry, the nonagenarian accompanied a walking tour through the wide halls. He had lived at Versailles as a young man, undoubtedly coifed and perfumed and dressed in the height of male fashion affected at the court of the Bourbon king.
The tour guide had only agreed to take the old-timer in the hope that he might recall some witty anecdotes of the twilight years at Versailles for other members of the tour, but no, he hobbled along in stoic silence, banging his cane on the parquet floors, grumbling incoherently from time to time.
Then they turned into the colossal Hall of Mirrors.
Only seconds before, sewage from tourist latrines had backed up in a sewer pipe and burst through the wall. The vast room was flooded with hundreds of gallons of urine and shit. The stench must have been overpowering.
As the tour group turned to stampede toward the door, the old silverfox stood his ground and rose up to his full height with his arms spread wide. Lifting his hoary head to sniff the noxious air with his prominent, patrician nose, he roared in stentorian tones: "At last! THAT is the Versailles I remember!"
A traditional joke insists that the French invented perfume to obviate the need for taking a bath. That is a tactless joke, of course. There are grubby Frenchman and there are clean Frenchman, just like every other nationality on earth, but there was virtually no plumbing at Versailles in the times of the Bourbon kings. Most bathing among the multitude of nobles and servants and foreign representatives living there employed a bowl of warm water, a bit of perfumed soap and a cloth or sponge. Toileting was done in outdoor privies, or special "closets" indoors, but mostly in portable
"thunderpots," which is to say, traditional chamber pots or basins tucked away in wardrobes or under beds or sunk into specially designed chairs. I have lived in similar circumstances myself, in the USA, Italy, India and Argentina.
Even Queen Marie Antoinette used a velvet-covered potty chair in a small, unventilated closet off her bedroom. Hundreds of people lived at Versailles, using chamber pots all day, and the men often urinated in the corners. Imagine what it was like in wintertime, with the windows sealed against the bitter cold! It's no wonder the court ladies developed the "Versailles trot" to move quickly away from the worst smells in search of fresher air! Have you ever seen one of those Eastern European dance troupes where the girls in voluminous skirts seem to float instead of walk? That is basically the Versailles trot -- rapid, short steps as if they were rolling on skates. Every court lady was taught to move that way.
It was also fashionable at Versailles to take enemas all the time. The rich food often resulted in constipation, and enemas were considered healthy, a principle rediscovered by Mahatma Gandhi who took them daily and thought them a key to health. Once, fully dressed, a certain countess stood talking with the king and was so engrossed in conversation that she dared not leave, so she whispered an order to her maid who crawled under the countess's full skirts and gave her a stand-up enema then and there! Presumably, the maid used a wine cork afterward to seal the lady off from spewing "merde" all over the king!
Gay courtiers in attendance on the court were known to lurk in certain dark "pissing" corners to check out the array of dicks stopping by. Once the selection was made, they retreated with their tricks to unseen pockets of space among the hangings at the windows and along the walls or into the rabbit warren of passageways connecting apartments and rooms.
No matter where we crop up in history, be it today or yesterday, we always seem to find a way to get ourselves a man, which proves our resourcefulness in a world that sometimes makes it so damn difficult for us to be ourselves. We will go anywhere or brave anything to celebrate the joys of homosex! My favorite couplet comes from the pen of a gay Frenchman who lived in Paris during the Belle Epoque, also known an the Gay 90s (19th century, that is, when "gay" meant only frolicsome or libertine). The couplet was written by Jean Lorrain, a man-about-town who often changed out of elegant attire into rough work clothes for a bit of sport on the dark side of the City of Light.
The couplet: End of silverfoxesclub-digest V1 #179
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I became so tired from reading ancient languages that
I decided that we needed to change to ancient art. So ....
Here is a sweet for the fundamentalists to chew on.
From: "Don Lauderdale" donlauderdale@hotmail.com