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-Fellatio Course - Lesson 11
-------------------------------------------------------------------- LESSON ELEVEN: Prostate Massage - Vibrator, Anyone? For most of our lessons the only thing required is yourself, your partner, and a condom. Maybe some Saran wrap. A plastic glove or two. Well, another toy that will enhance your pleasure is a mini-vibrator. For this lesson you may want to start with your finger. Then as you and your partner become more accustomed to each other you may find him a little intrigued about the vibrator and what it can do for him. As you are giving head begin a slow playful search around his ass. Many men are particularly sensitive in this area and it will enhance the sensations that your mouth and tongue and throat are giving his cock to feel a finger playing with his butt. As your partner relaxes and allows you access, gently insert your gloved finger into his butt. Go slowly exploring the velvety sensations along the sides of his opening. When your finger is inside his asshole completely you will be at the area of the prostate gland. Massage of this gland by your finger will produce some of the most delightful sensations your partner has yet to experience. I remember going to the doctor for a physical the first time I felt this sensation. I could hardly wait to get home and have my partner try it out on me again. While it was a bit embarrassing to cum in the doctor's office, the feelings that the doctor inadvertently produced were so strong that I wanted to experience them again and again! A gloved finger is really all that is required for this lesson. However some members of the Cocksuckers Club of America report to me that a mini-vibrator works exceptionally well for this type of stimulus. It is just the same length as the average finger and due to the vibrations that it produces the sensations against the prostate gland are even more enhanced! If your partner likes this stimulation you must then discover which method he likes best. Some men prefer an in an out movement with the finger or the vibrator while others do not. I personally find this painful -- too much like a stab in the dark. I prefer the finger or vibrator to be placed against the prostate gland and left there to do its most. Whichever method your partner prefers is the one you should use. One other point. When your partner cums there will be a natural tendency for him to push the finger or vibrator out of his asshole. The asshole muscles are spasming and anything in the way will be forced out. But to maximize his pleasure you must not let this happen. Hold your finger or the vibrator firmly in place-- this will help to stimulate the sperm production to its maximum. Many people have questioned me about a vibrator around the cock itself. Does it add to the sensation or not? It does for my partner, it does not for me. That seems to be the consensus of opinion of other readers of "French Cuisine Magazine" as well. I suggest as long as you have the vibrator handy anyway, try it around the penis. When you are licking his balls. When you are licking his asshole. If he gets off on it, then feel free to use the vibrator around his dick and balls. If he hates the sensation, obviously don't try it again.
Next - Fellatio Lesson Twelve. Return to Table of Contents to continue lessons.
George of Boston (Boston Bill) The following is a safe-sex supplement to George of Boston's splendid Master Class on Fellatio. Some may not know of the finger cot and dental dam, which are helpful devices in the prevention of disease. Advice from the Advocate's Dr Goldstone: Fingers can spread sexually transmitted diseases between partners. While precome on a finger can carry HIV, it is probably not as risky as anal sex because the volume of fluid (and HIV) is far less on a finger than that which comes out of a thrusting penis. Many other STDs can be spread by fingers, including HPV (also known as genital warts), herpes, gonorrhea, syphilis, and crabs. To try to decrease risk, some men use latex gloves or finger cots (they look like tiny condoms) for finger penetration. If you touch another part of your partner, you will have to change the glove. Some men are willing to accept the risk of STDs from finger penetration and forgo gloves, while others are not. In addition to spreading STDs, fingers can tear the delicate lining of your anus and cause an anal fissure. Beware of sharp nails, cuticles, and jewelry on a partner’s fingers before he pushes them into you. And as always, make him stop if it hurts or you bleed. Added information from Ben Boxer: A dental dam (aka oral dam) is a thin, flat piece of latex designed for use between your tongue and whatever area of the body you are licking or kissing. For the most part, gay men use it for "rimming" (tonguing the anal orifice), and lesbians use it when stimulating the clitoris with the lips or tongue or otherwise "muff-diving." It serves a similar purpose to a condom in protecting the receiver and the giver from the transmission of disease and also as a means of cleanliness for the more fastidious.
------------------------------ Ben Boxer comments: The following is a news item of some interest. Please don't use it as an excuse to defend OR malign the Emmy-winning Mr Mathers. We don't need another red hot discussion on this guy. This is a test of your maturity. Can you stay sane when it comes to Eminem? And please don't ask me for the URL of the fuck-him-or-waste-him Web site. I don't know it.
Headline:
Text: Mathers was recently made aware of a Web site for gay men torn between fantasies of having sex with Eminem and killing him. "It's hilarious [that] people think I'm homophobic," Mathers says. "Elton [John] gets where I'm coming from. I'm what America made me." America notwithstanding, it turns out that in London a new Eminem doll won't be sold in the Woolworth chain, the United Kingdom's largest toy retailer, according to Reuters. The doll, which features the singer's trademark tattoos and the words Cut here stylishly accessorizing the neck, was deemed inappropriate for children. Woolworth spokeswoman Nicola Lander announced, "We were offered the Eminem doll but decided not to stock it. The visual impact didn't fit with our family environment, and having it around a Barbie doll, for example, didn't feel right." Woolworth
will, however, continue to stock albums by the
artist since they are aimed at older shoppers and
are not considered visually controversial.
Just a quick note, not meaning to create a fervor. I think Em's fear of such an occurrance is justifiable, BUT! isn't that kinda one of the risks of being in the limelight? When you garner as much attention, you put your entire life, almost, under a microscope, don't you? Basically, this is just another reminder of the fears of being stalked. It happens to even the non-hollywood people in every walk of life. So, what makes him any different? Nothing, really, except that his is very vocal. That's the profession he chose. Well,,,'nuff said. Please keep in mind:Don't let yourself become a victim-BE PREPARED! BUT,,,keep loving as if it's the last thing you do!
as always your listfriend,,,,tim!!! ;-) XOXO!! I have been an inveterate reader since I learned to read at the age of five. I was taught by an English nanny who came into my life at a period of intense emotional trauma. She instinctively understood my nature and its need for fantasy as escape from certain aspects of my ruptured childhood. What better inspiration than books? Thus began a long career of devouring every book that found its way to my hands. I was the best customer any school or public library ever had and specialized into charming librarians to let me take out the extra three or four. I was amazingly adept at reading undercover at night with the light from a torch (flashlight) hidden by the blanket pulled over my head. I had consumed the children's classics by the age of nine, including the unexpurgated versions of such tomes as "Gulliver's Travels" and "The Three Musketeers" and started on adult novels replete with the mysteries of sex. I was deeply impressionable and at that period had a more or less photographic mind, remembering details and using them for inspiration in writing stories of my own which came upon me like seizures. I was led to carry a pencil wherever I went in order to feed the demon of my psyche when it arose like a furious muse and drove me to write on the walls, on toilet paper in the bathroom, or on scraps of brown paper torn frantically from grocery bags, wherever I might happen to be. I suppose it is reading, as much as life experience, which has made me what I am. Running across a passage read in younger days thrills me like meeting an old flame. I had such an encounter today, "comme un coup de foudre," as the French say, "like a bolt from the blue." I turned a page and there it was, an excerpt from gay French writer Andre Gide's autobiographical work entitled in English "If It Die" ("Si le Grain ne meurt" -- written in 1926 when Gide was 57). It comprised a few paragraphs deleted from the original English translation because of its specific homosexual nature, but I had read it in the unedited French version when I was 15 and had never seen it since. Yet is has been with me since that day I read it for the very first time, when I was madly in love with an older Frenchmen and was determined to become proficient in his language (I never did) just to make him proud. The excerpt presented an intense image of gay sex which has come back to haunt me a thousand times, sometimes inflaming me with desire, but I discovered today that it is much more than merely erotic. It touches upon an element animating much of the hatred toward gays today, a coloring I totally missed when I was 15. The setting is Tunisia in North Africa, probably around 1905, during one of several trips Gide made with gay friends (once with Oscar Wilde) to partake of the pleasures provided enthusiastically by beautiful Arab males. Following is the selection from Andre Gide's "If It Die":
"One for each of you," he laughed. Then, while I stayed sitting by the half-empty glasses, Daniel took Mohammed in his arms and carried him over to the bed which filled the back of the room. He set him down on his back across the edge of the bed. The next moment all I could see was two slender legs hanging down on either side of my panting friend. Daniel had not even bothered to remove his coat. Very tall in the poor light as he stood against the bed in his ankle-length over-coat, his face masked by locks of long dark hair, Daniel looked gigantic. Seeing him bowed over that little body, which he almost entirely botted out, you would have thought he was an enormous vampire feeding off a corpse. I nearly cried out in horror. It always takes an effort of will to understand the loves of other people -- their ways of making love. Even when you see animals at it (or perhaps I should keep that "even" for my fellow humans).... Even the dog devouring his bone strikes a chord of bestial sympathy in me. But nothing is more disconcerting than the movement, differing so greatly from species to species, with which each animal achieves his sexual goal...I am of the opinion that this analogy exists only in the realm of desire -- and that...the differences appear most marked, not only between man and animal, but often between man and man, to the degree that, were we allowed to watch them, our neighbor's practices would seem as strange to us, as outlandsh and -- admit it -- as monstrous as the couplings as...insects or dogs or cats. And it is doubtless for this reason that there is such a lack of understanding about these matters and why sexual prejudices are so fierce. As for me, who can understand pleasure only when I am in direct contact with it, when it is reciprocal and not violent and when, as is often the case -- as it was for Whitman -- the most fleeting secretive touches are all I require; I was horrified, not only at Daniel's crude thrusting, but also at Mohammed's utter submission to it. (End of Gide excerpt) At the time the English translation of "If It Die" appeared, homosexuality was still a generally taboo subject in the United States, certainly in publication. The 1947 Kinsey Report helped to loosen the bonds, but it was not until Donald Webster Cory wrote (pseudonymously) "Homosexuality in America" in 1951 that they were broken. Cory's was the first widely-read book in the U.S. to demonstrate the legal, social and economic discrimination leveled against an "amazingly large" segment of the American population and to put forward a strong defense of homosexual rights and a view of homosexuals as "the unrecognized minority." Even so, a friend of mine returning from Paris in 1954 had to smuggle the two Henry Miller "Tropic" books (openly sexual, although mostly hetroid) through New York Customs in his underpants as late as 1954! Things have changed. But not completely. Gide's reference to unarguably the greatest American poet, Walt Whitman, and his covert homsexuality, may also have played a part in the abridgement. Gide was a pragmatist. He agreed to the editing out of certain gay references in "If It Die" to assure its publication here. He knew that it would be a long, long time before Americans came to terms with home-grown gays of any rank or celebrity, from common clay to icons of gold -- or should I say an icon of silver like Whitman. More about Walt Whitman another time. End of silverfoxesclub-digest V1 #188
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Daniel B. went with me. Mohammed took us up to the fourth floor of a shady hotel over a bar where sailors were drinking noisily. The "patron" asked us for our names: I wrote "Cesar Bloch" on the register. Daniel ordered a beer and a lemon soda, "for appearances' sake," as he said. Night had fallen. The room we entered was dark, lit only by the candle they'd given us downstairs. A waiter brought us the bottles and some glasses and set them on the table next to the candle. There were only two chairs. Daniel and I sat down on them. Mohammed chose the table. Placing himself between us, he lifted up the "haik" he had slipped on instead of his usual Tunisian robe and stretched his naked legs toward us.