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MODEL OF THE DAY: GREG JAMESON @ RANDY BLUE

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RANDY BLUE: Greg Jameson shows off his raging hard cock. Greg Jameson seems like a nice all around boy next door. But then he takes his shirt off and there is nothing next door about his body. It is more likely out of this world. His abs, pecs and biceps are rock hard. The only thing that is harder on his body would be his cock. This thing went up and never came back down. As he stripped off the underwear, the massive pud sprung to attention. He stood there and jerked it off for us. Then he laid back and started to stroke himself while clutching at his smooth chest. His skin is soft, and his muscles are hard. And we have not even gotten to the best part yet.

Greg bends over and shows off one of the most fuckable holes in creation. He spreads his bubble butt lets his finger graze over his hot hole. Finally he lifts up his body and starts to jerk off harder and harder. Greg Jameson is about to cum. He gives out a yelp as he shoots streams of white cum all over our ottoman. He squeezes the last drops and lets them linger on his finger. He looks into the camera and smiles. This boy loves being watched. And after you cum, you will be watching him over and over again.

DO YOU KNOW? 23 Sordid Tales From The Sex Lives Of Some Of Your Favorite Gay Authors And Artists (FUN HOLIDAY READ via BUZZfeed)

BUZZFEED: The recent Toast article “Literary Trysts It Gives Me Great Joy to Think About: Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman” set off a flurry of Facebook shares and likes and a tempest of tweets and retweets. The idea of these two gay literary icons getting together truly was too delicious not to think about.

But Oscar and Uncle Walt were not the only gay writers — past and present — known for their activity between the sheets as well as between the covers. From various biographies, diaries, and memoirs, we know about poet Edna St. Vincent Millay’s intoxicating effect on her fellow female students at Vassar, author Michel Foucault’s penchant for S&M clubs, City of Night author John Rechy’s past as a hustling muscle daddy, and the dirt Edmund White dishes on himself in My Lives and City Boy.

Here are some of the gay past’s greatest writer-to-writer hookups — and a couple of Missed Connections.

Samuel Steward and Lord Alfred Douglas

Thanks to Justin Spring’s award-winning biography Secret Historian, we now know that in addition to being a professor, novelist, pioneering tattoo artist, and author of high-octane porn under the pseudonym Phil Andros, Samuel Steward was also a voracious sexual being. He kept a lifelong tally and voluminous notes on his activities, recording thousands of encounters with men (including for and with Dr. Alfred Kinsey — talk about doing it for science!).

On his first trip to Europe in 1937, Steward made a point of sleeping with Lord Alfred Douglas so that “through physical contact with Douglas he might establish physical contact, by extension, with his great literary hero Oscar Wilde.” The encounter itself was less than thrilling to the twentysomething Steward:

“Lord Alfred was by then sixty-seven, and in anyone’s book that’s old. To go to bed with him was hardly the most attractive prospect in the world — it was terrifying, even repulsive. But if I wanted to link myself to Oscar Wilde… there was no other way.”

Douglas had also become a Catholic and had given up his “homosexual leanings and entanglements…sins of the flesh were obnoxious and uninteresting.” Within an hour and a half after opening a bottle of gin, however:

“We were in bed, the Church renounced, conscience vanquished, inhibitions overcome, revulsion conquered, pledges and vows and British laws all forgotten. Head down, my lips where Oscar’s had been, I knew that I had won. … After I finished my ministrations and settled back, his hand stole down to clamp itself around me. It began to move gently. … ‘You really needn’t have gone to all that trouble, since this is almost all Oscar and I ever did with each other … We used to get boys for each other … We kissed a lot, but not much more.’

Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady

Beat Poet Allen Ginsberg has the distinction of having slept with both the author of On the Road, Jack Kerouac, and its “muse,” Neal Cassady. Ginsberg “came out” to Kerouac in 1946, declaring, “You know I love you, and I want to sleep with you, and I really like men” one night as they shared a room together. Kerouac responded with, “Oh no…” then rolled over and went to sleep. Ginsberg was glad not to be completely rejected, and within a year he “blew him [Kerouac] a couple of times” and was on the receiving end of a drunken Kerouac BJ years later, but there was never any great sexual charge between them. Later, as Ginsberg became more open about his sexuality and Kerouac would complain about what “his public” would think about him, Ginsberg had to remind Kerouac of the times he’d drunkenly challenged Ginsberg with phrases like “C’mon, I’ll fuck you.”

Ginsberg had more success with Neal Cassady, who claimed to need sex every day to live — no matter where he got it. Ginsberg shared a “weekend of debauchery” with Cassady in early 1947 a few days after Cassady had had a fight with his wife. Cassady then disappeared for two days, leaving Ginsberg filled with self-pity. They would see each other intermittently until Cassady’s departure from New York in March of that year. Horny and insecure during the breaks between seeing him, Ginsberg would list all the possible combinations of sexual positions he wanted to try when they got together again:

“Try him laying me again, try breast to breast position, try 69 again coming both at once, try sitting on his chest and making him blow me, try laying his mouth, French kissing, etc., make him give me a trip around the world….Have I guts? Trip around the world, complete, winding up with blow job. No, I want some real hip sex, what is it?”

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS from SGT. COACH @ DAILY SQUIRT!!!

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Happy Holidays dudes! DAILY SQUIRT sends LOVE & HAPPINESS to you… XXX SGT.C

XXXMAS ORGY with MEN.COM’s Colby Jansen, Johnny Rapid, Tom Faulk, Topher Di Maggio!!!

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MEN.COM: Colby Jansen, Johnny Rapid, Tom Faulk and Topher DiMaggio are all at the gym during a brutal snow storm. Johnny tries to leave but, baby it’s cold outside, he decides to stay. When the lights go out, the pants come off and the guys spend the night fucking and sucking in the locker room!
RELEASE DATE: December 24, 2013

The iGays Are Way Too Sick: TURN OFF THE LIFE SUPPORT!

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For some reason this article is appearing all over the net this weekend. The article was first published July 2012 @ STOP RACISM & INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA.

I thought it was an interesting read. See what you think…

WARNING: THIS POST IS ABOUT AS DARK AS I GET, DON’T READ IT WITHOUT HAVING YOUR GUARD UP. I’M ALSO WELL AWARE THERE ARE MORE ASPECTS TO GAY LIFE THAN JUST THIS PERSPECTIVE – BUT RIGHT NOW THIS IS THE ONE I’M GIVING SOME AIR TIME.

STOP RACISM & INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA: I literally have no hope left for the gay community. I’m 37, going on dead. I was born into a world of people, but I fear I will die in a world of internet-addicted, mindless animals. I came out in 1993, in Sydney, to a gay scene that was vibrant, colourful, out and proud. Here I sit not twenty years later, and the community has been decimated by the Internet. Completely, utterly decimated. As a whole, gays everywhere have become a sick group of animals who have completely lost their ability to interact on any authentic level, who have fearfully squashed themselves into simplified categories of drop-down boxes, and who banish entire groups of their own kind based purely on unwanted physical characteristics that do not fit the Gay-For-Pay Porn Model Image. We demand equal rights, but treat each other like sub-human animals, and worship the Straight Man as God-King.

We are an un-community. We have become a consumer product. We are the iGays. We have lost our souls. And we don’t even know it.

I have never felt more ugly, unworthy, and disgusting as I feel now. I have become so acutely self-conscious and lacking in esteem that if I actually venture out (despite this having become a pointless expedition of being ignored and judged, and watching small groups of gay males ignoring other small groups of gay males), I’m too uncomfortable to even dance anymore. I have no joy left in my life, because I have lost hope that I will ever share my life with another person. I look at other gay men, older than me, who have literally given up on life, and I used to condemn them, revolted by their apathy, but I am starting to understand them, understand why they feel so ripped off by this existence. They are labelled “bitter old queens”, but they deserve love and respect. Not everyone is strong enough to “keep on keeping on” in the face of this monstrously soulless life that is called Gay.

After having consumer culture rammed down our wide-open, cum-drenched throats for decades, after being hetero-normalised to the point where we deride our own selves for being “gay”, our only desire has now become this:

It doesn’t matter what any of us look like – fat, ugly, beautiful, handsome, young, old, white, African, Asian, or whatever – THIS is the only acceptable partner for our lives. And if this is the ONLY ACCEPTABLE OPTION, then we are in a really bad state, because there is simply not enough of these Adonis Fantasy Men to go around.

WHO WOULD YOU CHOOSE? BRETT SWANSON or JORDAN LEVINE?

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RANDY BLUE: Brett Swanson and Jordan Levine ass fuck for the Holidays. Twas the day after Christmas, and in off the streets, A hard on is stirring, right under these sheets. The boy is quite hung in his tight sexy jock. In hopes that St Nicholas will come suck his cock. This stud is all nestled and snug in his bed, With Visions of hairy plums slapped on his head. The presents were open, the food was all eaten, And his ass was hungry and wanted a beating. Then burst through the door, comes a pipe smoking hunk, He makes lots of noise, because he is quite drunk. He wakes up the boy, as he slams the door shut. It looks like St. Nicholas is ready to fuck.

He is dressed in tight clothes, That shows off his muscles. His biceps are bulging, and his hair is all tussled. The crotch of his pants has started to twitch. It is time to give out one last Christmas wish. The strap of the jock, St. Nick grabs with his teeth. And he pulls it right off, to reveal some prime beef. His bearded face kisses his chest to his belly. And the boy moans in pleasure, as he quivers like jelly. He speaks not a word, but goes straight to his work, He licks at his crack and gives his nipples a twerk. And laying his finger on the side of his hole. The boy gives a nod to put it as deep as it goes. His dick springs to life, and the boy gives a shout. And St. Nick gets up to take his own big cock out. You are about to see St. Nick screw a hot butt, So Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good fuck.