Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2008 10:18:55 -0800 (PST) From: D One Subject: Men Have Feelings There are feelings we have and those we share. Usually it's when we share something that we may not openly talk about but excute. For example, Some share common interests like sports competitions, admiration of female anatomy, male anatomy, conflicts with mates, financial problems, physical challenges or problems, family matters, hair growth or loss, cars, technical stuff, TV shows, films...and ??? But the first time I really felt a common ground was the day I pulled down my gym shorts and jockstrap and held my penis along side others doing the same thing. We sighed and heard the sighs of the feeling of relief we all shared as our bladders empitied and the sound of our urine splashed on the trough or trees receiving our piss. Our eyes glanced back and forth at the perhaps ridiculous and yet warming sight of a line of other boys holding their peckers, some long others short, some fat others skinny. Somehow we knew that was not the time to make fun of lesser endowed or even to be caught staring. But we knew our penis were out there in front for all to see. And it was ok. Another time a smilar event occurred in a weekend bible camp, we were naked, pissing in the mens shower room/bathroom, there were so many of us standing there we couldn't help and didn't avoid our bare buttocks and thighs touching as we pissed. I think I felt a hand on my buttocks as well and tried to see who had admired or teased me. But alas I didn't discover the one who wanted to deflower me. As we grew, we made fun of those who's boners tented trousers at school or in public regardless of the fact our own penis' had minds of their own too. Oxymoronic as it may sound we didn't make fun of each others even more obvious tented underwear during sleepovers. We shared the joy of our endowments however large or small. If we are lucky there were times we shared the joys of masturbation. Straight or gay there is another bonding ritual grabbing our respective erections and jacking until all our bodies erupt. Sitting or laying side by side, letting our thighs touch, openly gasping, growning and growing we kne what each other was feeling and it was ok. We didn't even need to watch some stolen pornography. We had each other. And those fewer experiences when a buddies hand pushed yours away to give you even greater pleasure and/or you reciprocated it was a bondign that bordered on gay sex without the label. Sharing bedrooms during sleepovers, sharing hospital rooms, bus rides, airplane bathrooms, dark theater balconies, roommates or campus basement hallways or bathrooms take things a bit further of course. And again, it doesn't define sexuality so much as a need for exploration and release. Then there are the times when encounters reveal even more secret matters...perhaps those explored in private only like a finger rubbing one's anal lips, or the attempts to orally satisfy oneself, or desires unsatisfied alone. If we encounter another who is willing to participate or explore further be it the mysterious satisfactions of water sports, bondage, role playing or unlimited male on male sexual satisfaction, we are lucky. But what happens is that we justify, qualify and endorse the self centered sensations by revealing if not sharing them with others. So yes men have feelings. We may not talk about it as much as we should but if we're smart we share them with other men, straight or gay, we need to. And hell, it's all good, very good indeed.