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EDITORIAL
Page 2
Another case in
point. I was waiting in the lunch line and chatting
with two newly discovered friends. (Newly
discovered to me; they had been best friends of
each other for some time.)
The topic of
fantasies came up, and someone asked each of us to
say what our number one fantasy was -- practical or
impractical, legal or illegal, something we might
fulfill or something totally unrealistic.
T. said that his
number one fantasy was to be naked and thus
powerless in a roomful of clothed people.
N. said that his
number one fantasy would be to know that hundreds
of horny guys were watching him and his lover have
sex, via the Internet.
And I said that my
number one fantasy would be to take my boyfriend
down to San Diego's Horton Plaza (a trendy shopping
center downtown), lay him out on a platform
normally used for some performance or musical
group, strip him naked, and -- as a crowd gathered
-- to fuck him deeply and mercilessly and over and
over and over, with such force and such skill that
he would cum all over his belly -- and then that
the audience members, who will have been watching
in rapt attention, would all stand up and cheer as
soon as they realized that I'd had an orgasm
inside.
Of course, I
mentioned that I never expected to actually
perform that fantasy, since I didn't want to
get arrested! But as a mental exercise, it was a
big turn-on to me.
At that point, I
noticed that right behind us in line were two guys
I had already met -- S., an incredible cutie-pie
with a really, really nice personality, and D., his
partner of the moment. I wasn't totally sure that
they were "an item," as we say, but they met at the
Gathering and spent a lot of time together
in the first couple of days. So rightly or wrongly,
I leapt to the conclusion that they had fucked
anyway. At least once. The previous year I
was puzzled about what S. was into -- because even
though he was a dazzling combination of cute and
nice, I rarely saw him showing an erotic interest
in anyone. Even though I got the impression that
there was something about me which he liked, I
didn't think I was enough of his type to be hoping
for a relationship with him. (I don't know why, but
I suspected that I was too heavy for him.)
Well, what did D.
look like? He was a bit younger than me, but still
older than S. He was thinner than me, but still
much more of a rounded bear or daddy type than S.
was. He had a sinister mustache and a day or two of
unshaved face. And he looked and acted like a
top.
There in the lunch
line, right after revealing my fantasy, I looked
down and noticed that D. had a wonderfully stiff
pen is. I assumed (correctly, as it turned out)
that it was my story that got him that way. The
gift of stiff -- what a nice gift to share!
Then the
conversation turned to S. He was looking his
addictively boyish self, with rosy cheeks and a
boyish smile. And I suddenly realized that it might
be significant that he had politely folded his
hands in front of his crotch.
A wonderful thought
flashed through my mind. I reached over and gently
pulled his hands away.
I was right!
Another wonderful stiffy!!
Suddenly I felt a
wonderful glow. Here I had taken a chance and
revealed my fantasy to four guys who might or might
not have approved. Hey, it's a bit edgy -- public
stuff, hard fucking, one guy definitely on top and
one definitely on the bottom, not a universally
approved pair of roles in today's gay community --
right? Not only had T. and N. welcomed it, but S.
and D. revealed so very wonderfully that this sort
of thing was a big turn-on for them, too. And by
comparing myself with D., I helped myself
understand S.'s attitudes toward me. Yes, he liked
older guys, hairier guys, but I was a bit too heavy
for him and/or didn't have quite the right
attitude. (Hey, it happens! S. has a right to his
preferences, of course.)
Hmmmm... what is
this, an editorial or a porno story? A little of
both, I guess. And what's wrong with
that?
Nothing! That's
one of my values. If it's also one of yours,
then hurrah -- I'll see you at the next Gathering,
OK?
And if it's not one
of yours, I hope you will respect this value of
mine, just as I will do my best to respect yours.
If we both show up in the same place at the same
time, I hope that you and I will be able to
compromise and find some common ground to have a
Gathering upon.
But this is the
reason, when all is said and done, for our recently
implemented (and very strict) ethics
policy here
on Pen is Central. If I get a hardon while
interviewing someone, I'm going to show it to
you! Likewise, if
someone is playing with his dick while I'm
interviewing him, I'm going to show it to
you! As a Pen is Central customer, you have the
right to expect the gift of stiff -- because it's
so easy to share.
In the meantime,
since you've been such a nice guy to read this
entire editorial, I'm going to give you a reward.
Normally, you have to be a Pen is Central member in
order to view the two photos of the hard-on lurking
beneath the loincloth. That's still true, if you
try to click on the photos themselves, way up there
at the top of this page. But because you're the
type of person who reads -- not just the
type who clicks on pix looking for dix or chix --
then you'll read the instructions in fine print
below and follow them carefully. You'll get a free
peek at what others normally have to pay to
see.
Thanks for
listening!
The first is indirectly
accessible through the small "details" link below.
Click on it and you'll get an error message (404
Not Found) -- because your browser will try to go
to the location specified in its Location box. That
incorrect location will look something like this:
"http://www.phdtop.com/generalpix/gnith9990loinaction320.jpg"
(not exactly, but almost). Just change the word
"generalpix" to "genderalpix" by adding the letter
"d" in exactly the right place. Then press the
Return or Enter key on your keyboard, and --
voilà! -- it should appear in the window.
Here are the details
and notes.
The second is accessible
through the "notes" link at the end of the last
paragraph. Click, read the error message, then add
the "d" to the Location box just as above. Press
Return or Enter, and... voilà encore! By the
way, please don't tell your friends about this
trick. You may tell them about this
editorial, but let them discover this footnote all
for themselves, OK? But feel free to
write
to me and tell me
whether you think this secret access method is cool
-- or silly.
Happy surfing -- and again,
thanks for listening! And if you really want
to make me happy, sign up as a subscriber for a few
months. Thanks!
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Why does everyone want me to hide my dick? That's
mentally and physically unhealthy. Worse, I'm
supposed to wear clothes that not only cover it up,
but also conceal it so well that you can't even
tell from looking at my crotch whether I have a
dick or not.
