safety alert for men who wear short pants and no underwear

[ftlaudft]

competing with sex toys on a Sunday morning...

My boyfriend runs on batteries -
vibrators, dildos, toys.
I try to please. I suck and squeeze.
He needs more robust joys.

Toys give such satisfaction
he leaves me in the lurch.
My sex life lies in traction.
I guess I'll go to church...

[ftlaudft]

massage connections...

My thumbs draw circles in his pubic hair.
Palms press their warmth against his inner thighs.
His balls are jostled but seem not to care.
Down to his feet go thumbs and lips and eyes.
I suck each toe
with far more love than most men ever know...

[ftlaudft]

matinee at the porn palace: the day they showed a foot flic...

The theater was dark. The dude behind me
propped both his feet over and on my chair.
I was surprised he didn't seem to mind me
and more surprised to note his feet were bare.
I settled in
to gauge parameters of barefoot sin.

I couldn't move. His naked soles were pressing
against my ears, rubbing my cheeks and neck.
I saw the guys around me start undressing.
I heard boots, shoes and buckles hit the deck.
It happened then:
a real-life porno scene with ten live men.

Around me dudes took over every seat,
helping undress, unbuckle and unzip.
Guys pulled each other's sox off 'til their feet
all merged for one delicious barefoot trip.
Balls tight, cocks high,
ten horny dudes went down - and so did I...

[stustustugoo]

damn it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lol
youve got my prick throbbing pumping and jumping AGAIN, lol
looks like i'll have to rub out a third load today! lol
magnificent as usual man!

[ftlaudft]

Your're the best, Nick! Always sensitive and positive!

[ftlaudft]

I'm glad you asked...

Love is the question and the answer, too.
You get the meaning when love comes to you.
Life is a circle. In the constant surge
the end and the beginning meet and merge.
Truth, pure and plain,
is far too simple for the human brain...

[ftlaudft]

freedom song...

In foreign lands, in countries far away,
where bans on same-sex love bind and repress,
I hope our words and pics will find their way
to validate the love I can confess.
Because I can,
I have a lover and he is a man.

I hope a troubled youth in some far land
will find his freedom when my words repeat
how first I knelt and kissed a lover's hand,
then bent to kiss a lover's naked feet.
Because we could,
we loved each other and our love is good.

Perhaps a lonely youth right here at home
seeks freedom from a small town moral code.
Perhaps our words and pics - perhaps a poem -
will be the bomb that makes his jail explode.
Free! Free at last!
Look to the future! Don't forget the past...

[ftlaudft]

a gypsy who loved with his toes... This may be the most outrageous bit of whimsy I ever wrote. It's feet, fun, fantasy and folly. Maybe you will enjoy the lyric lunacy.

I'll sing you a song of a gypsy
who stayed at our village motel.
One night rather late I was tipsy
and just a bit horny as well.

I heard that the gypsy was handsome
and thought when the town was asleep
I would spy through a keyhole or transom
and get me an innocent peep.

I stooped and I looked through the keyhole
and what did my little eye see?
It saw a magnificent peehole.
The peehole was looking at me.

I pondered what I should do,
then opened the door between us.
I wanted to see just who
was attached to that beautiful penis.

The barefooted gypsy who faced me
then lunged, took me down. As I knelt,
his hot naked soles embraced me.
I felt things I never had felt.

He smiled as he soberly uttered,
"It's you who broke in here, you know."
His foot rubbed my face as he muttered,
"Decide! Will you stay? Will you go?"

Bare feet filled my mouth and bewitched me,
made love to me there on the floor.
From morals and clothes feet unhitched me.
My nakedness begged them for more.

Bare toes filled my holes with their yearning.
They pleasured each inch of my frame.
I came. A new flame started burning.
I learned how to love without shame.

If ever your lips repeat
the ditties that I compose,
you'll be singing a song of feet
and a gypsy who loved with his toes...

[stustustugoo]

incredible, funny, cute, imaginative, simply astonishing and sexy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ftlaudft]

Thank you, Nick, for the wonderful superlatives! I know on a literal level the gypsy may seem a creature of whimsy and fancy. But on a deeper psychological level he may remind many of us of a certain someone and a situation that brought us face to face with our deepest and most secret desires, someone who helped us see our desires and ourselves as unique, beautiful and good. That's why I find myself often coming back to this poem and feeling the truth of it that lies beyond the narrative action.