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Ben was born in the hills of West Virginia where he roamed and survived on skills learned and honed, until he was brought into the throes of civilization, at about the time of his first birthday. Civilization, being what it is, placed him in a cage and handed down a death sentence to be performed within 10 days. Such is the fate of millions of domestic animals in the US each year. Ben, his captive name and the only one he would have, waited for the death knell. Given what I came to know of his nature, he likely lay peacefully in the back of the cage and stayed a fair distance from anyone who might have the notion to spare him from this fate. Despite this, a group came and took him from the cage and brought him to Castle of Dreams. Castle of Dreams is not a Castle and it is not something many would find dreamy, but they do offer "3 hots and a cot" or more accurately, 1 cold and a hold. And for several months, he ate the one cold and stayed in his hold and waited for something different, something better. At Castle of Dreams, each rescued animal gets a title long with with the captive name and so brown dog #73 as he was originally known, became Sir Ben, knighted by the sword of fate that smote the lock of his death row cell and brought him to this place. Reports are that he interacted well with other dogs, but his interactions with humans was guarded and skittish. He was hand shy and cowered at loud noises and loud voices, even if directed elsewhere. I hate to consider what manner of nature, beast or man could instill such fear into the what I came to know as a serene soul wrapped in long brown fur and with one of the coldest noses to ever wake a man from a sound sleep. When I went to Castle of Dreams, it was to meet Princess Rose, a pretty lab mix puppy who caught my eye on a day I had the intestinal fortitude and the tissue supply necessary to go onto Petfinder. A phone call later and a marriage had been arranged. I was to meet the fair lady and whisk her off from her Castle to my Castle. The required two days passed and I arrived in my chariot to escort fair lady home. As fate would have it, another suitor suit her better and she was gone. However, Sir Ben was there, in the back of a cage which neighbored the cage that the Princess had vacated. He was offered as a sort of consolation prize and that is just what he was, a great prize of great consolation and just a bit unknowable. In the 14 or so years we shared a home, Ben never got over his fear of loud noises, and a hand raised to get a glass or swat a fly might send him skittering off, sliding on the tile floors which were never his friend. He joined the two other dogs living with me and he apprenticed himself, or more accurately he became squire to Fred, a large black street dog, likely a Newfoundland/Lab mix, who like Ben, led a life out on his own and who eventually allowed himself to let down his guard enough to live with me in out home. Street royalty brought in to teach others what can be accomplished from humble beginnings. Fred was old by this time and his time was short and so he quickly taught Ben the essentials. This is how we guard the perimeter. This is we mark our territory. This is our area for exercise and this is the area of hygienic purpose. Ben learned quickly. He slept with Fred, usually in a different room than I, while Rusty, the other dog sought solace in my bed and at my foot. They ate together, they played together. They huddled together in thunderstorms and then they said goodbye as I carried Fred out, an old soldier who had just no more life left. Ben became the pater familias to the other dogs that came into my home, and three of them have been lying silently in canine grief, near his spot on the couch. Anyone who has ever witnessed the loss of a pack member from a pack of dogs knows the real grief these animals feel and I think if dogs could cry, my home would be flooded and washed out to sea in the torrent of canine tears that these three would be shedding. As it is, my tears will have to be the outward sign of their inner angst and sadness. I will not go into great detail about Ben's life as a dog in my home. Suffice it to say, he was the most difficult of the pack to know. He would never take a treat first, even as four dogs looked up waiting to hear their name called, he would not take his first. If he name was called first, he would gently nuzzle away the offered treat until another name was called. After that, he was ready. It seemed he wanted to be sure that he was not being singled out for some special reward. That he wanted to be part of a team and that he would be assured that others were reaping rewards. Friday night I returned from work. I am dogsitting a friend's dog and when I came in, Ben did not get off the couch. I opened the door and let the others our and I patted him on the head and moved on the change my clothing. I came out and he was lying by the front door. He preferred the front area, but I usually did not indulge him in this foray around the main entrance area. This day, I did and upon opening the door he did get up to look and smell and guard and dig and do all manner of his usual activities. He stood up and then sat and then laid down again. He did not seem to be in pain, but he seemed tired. I thought, too much instruction for the guest puppy had tuckered him out. Later, he walked a few steps and again seemingly without pain, stopped and then lay down. Working on the theory that this was just old age muscles, I escorted him to my bed, gave him a non steroidal medication and a treat and left him lying there. Later, he left the bed and in the middle of the night, I saw him sitting by his water bowl, by water bowl I mean the bathroom toilet bowl. Though there were always plenty of water bowls around, Ben loved cold water. In the winter, a water bowl outside would be assiduously licked to unleash its cold refreshing liquid and at other times, the cold toilet water was his beverage of choice. He could not be dissuaded from this. This fount of cold water was his fount of life. That fateful night, he stood and took a few laps of water and then lay down on the bathroom rug. I pet his head and went to bed and two hours later I awoke and walked to check on him. I found him lying peacefully at that same spot. I stroked his head, there was barely a motion of the tail and then a sigh and then no more. I took some of the cold toiler water and swathed his lips. My only hope is that last drink was really cold and really refreshing. That the cold water brought to his mind the cold streams of the mountains of West Virginia and a puppyhood that shaped the dog that shared my life. I hope those last drops quenched the fires of fear that had slowly faded over the years and that in that final pet on the head, he was able to fully accept that he was worthy of a special reward. Thanks for sharing your life with me Ben. Last night I had a dream and this song played in it, and I think this was meant for you. I wont bore you all with the details of a golf game with donald trump which played a role in that same dream.

I am sorry you will not be posting but it is a lot of work. I for one enjoy them, so thank you for your efforts. I am unaware of any escorts passing, so if someone would PM me and let me know who, I would appreciate it. I have hired a bunch of men along the way and I hope they are all doing well.

All forum members and assorted guests are welcome as long as they notify in advance. I would love the see of the ladies attend. Women have attended this event in the past and they have also attended other forum get togethers, so it is possible that there may be attendance by some. I agree, they would be a refreshing addition.

I hope to meet you before either of us is a year older. Is Palm Springs a possibility? If so, perhaps we can arrange a special BD belated present.

Just goes to prove that anyone can become a celebrity in the US. All you need to do is sell yourself and....oh.....sell your soul. Where was Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan? Omarosa is there so why not not Carville? Brandy Granville is there so why not add in Leeann Rimes? Now that is a show that might be worth watching,

Omarosa is one of the "celebrities"on the first edition of "Celebrity" Big Brother. Best part of the evening was when, after she told a youngish Teen Show Celebrity that she was on the first year of the Apprentice. He asked her who she was Apprenticed to, and she said donald trump. He kind of nodded his head and walked off. He seemed to have no insight into who she was but even less insight into who donald trump was. So this will probably be an interesting guilty pleasure. No hot male celebrities however.

Yes fuck with them would have been more inclusive. Thanks for the tweek.

Hard to believe you know nothing about camping natesf, I could swear that in DC you constructed quite an impressive tent in a very short period of time. Seems that you managed to get the fires burning quickly and that you had figured out how to keep warm during a long night in the dark.

My expectation is that I will be naked. The only discussion about when pants will come off should be about his pants not mine.

I enjoy hiring handsome men with great bodies and clever wits and great intelligence primarily to fuck them. I love the companionship, but I have dogs. I love the conversation, but I have Alexa. I love the intelligence, but I have google. I love the company, but I have many great books. But I can't fuck books, google, Alexa or (for me anyway) my dogs and so I hire escorts " and that has made all the difference."

While this sounds promising, this could be a tale Of Mice and Men. Effectiveness in mice does not necessarily mean success in humans. Side effects in mice might not represent what will happen in humans. Usually, unless there is unmistakeable evidence of effectiveness, this kind of treatment, even if effective might take years to develop into a safe protocol for humans. However, the concept of immune boosting has been around for awhile, but mostly as a targeted specific immune booster against a particular tumor antigen. This method suggests that therapy may not need to be precise and that a broad spectrum approach might be viable without the damaging of healthy cells. Certainly bears watching.

Oh no not at all. As in my little tale (tail) of intrigue on the Empire State, there was no nakedness at all except for naked lust.

Oh having public sex on the top of the Empire State Building is out of the comfort zone of most, but the scenario was contrived to titillate and to suggest that naked is not always need as a top. Still by your age, one would expect you would know what you like and go from there. So for your next birthday (boxcars?) I will be a bit less obvious and a little more inventive as you have now given us some fodder with which to work. Once again, Happy Birthday

March in the OC A day trip out the Catalina. A day a Laguna. Perhaps a trip to the Temecula wineries. San Diego is a doable drive. Beach, boating, booty. Bazinga.

Happy birthday. I do have one question though, do you really need to be naked. I mean, you are standing at the observation deck of the Empire State Building, you sidle up to an attractive back of a man. You have not seen his face, just his rear, You stand behind him, and then move a bit closer. You feel his ass move back and touch your cock. You move in just a bit closer. You start to slowly grind him and he starts to grind back into you. He removes his shirt from his pants and uses the shirt tails to hide his lowering of his pants. You reach forward and find his smooth ass and gently move his underwear to one side. Then you slide down your zipper and carefully pull out your hard cock and begin to grind your naked cock against his ass. After a short period of time, the head of your cock finds his hole and you feel him lean a bit forward to give you better access. Some hand applied spit is all you need to lube the head of your cock and slide it into him. The excitement is too much to bear and a few strokes results in him giving out a short groan and a tightening of his body. This leads your thighs to tighten and your ass to clench and then a warm shower of your cum trickles out from his ass. You slide your slowly softening cock into your pants and zip up. He tucks his shirt and you walk to the elevator. Will he follow you and the beginning or will he stand motionless, knowing that this is the end? See, no one was naked.

They might have gotten a better review had they, instead of Crocodile Dundee, used Priscilla Queen of the Desert. That could have been some funny shit.

I do not think he was referring to GeminiBear passing. Last I heard he was alive and well but not posting on the forum. Anyone with a more definitive answer, please post.

The best age for sex is the age I am now. There are no other choices. The age at which I had the best sex, well that is a different question. In general I had the most orgasms, most from self gratification, from 12 to 30. In my 30's, I had a lot of sex but I was of the opinion that any sex was good sex. In my 40's I learned that good sex could be great sex with a bit of imagination. From 50 on, I have been of the opinion that all sex can be great sex and that quantity may be less but quality can be much more. My best sexual encounter will be my next one, or at least, that is the goal.

In context, it seems you mean you have never been attracted to semi muscular men. That there are men who do not find muscular guys attractive is great....more for me.

I am not familiar with all the rules of those sports, but I am fairly sure that eating man pecs is not in any of those rule books. Sublimation is not a long term solution. Though rugby and wrestling are great sports, once one has the erection from those interactions, an itch is created, an itch that needs to be scratched.

Kyle welcome. I was happy in my marriage to a woman and if she had not died, I contentedly would have lived my life in a monogamous loving relationship with her. After her passing, and for reasons too involved to go into again on this forum, I started seeking out muscular men for fun and sexual pleasure. At first, as in your situation, these were mainly encounters for admiring and appreciating the body of a man who had worked long hours to develop a hypermasculine physique. As I played with men more often, I recognized that I needed to expand the depth and variety of those interactions. I became less afraid and more adventurous. Once my fear was confronted and seen as guilt and self doubt, I was able to minimize it. Once I accepted that I am able to enjoy many different kinds of pleasure, I was able to do just that. Now, sometimes, I am content with the most vanilla of experiences, but many times I want a lot more spice and at times my wants might even spread to what some consider kink. I embrace them all. My sexuality, and I believe the sexuality of most of us here, is evolving. Sometimes it evolves in ways I never could have predicted. Based on the questions you are asking, I think that will be true of your life. As such, I say that you should not expect what you do now to be the same as what you will be doing 5 years from now. What you want now, will not be what you want in the future. How you see yourself now, will not be how you view these years in retrospect. In recognition of the vicissitudes of my sexual awareness, I have stopped trying to classify and codify my desires. Instead I just recognize them as my desires and I work on fulfilling them. I advise you to do the same. As for the future, you do not have to give up your hopes of a future spouse and family. I would advise you to be totally honest with yourself about your desires and eventually you will need to be bluntly honest with your partner. Early in any relationship with long term potential, you need to say something like" "I like men and I like women". It might not be conversation for the first date, but it should be an early conversation. The longer you wait to discuss it, the more difficult it will become to broach the subject. You are a young man. You may expect that you should have the answers to many of life's riddles, especially to a question as seemingly simple as "What is my sexual orientation?". I can assure you, you have very few answers and most of those answers will change as you age. By the time you reach my age, you will realize, that the answers aren't important. That answers are transient illusions and that life is never steady and safe and sure. Life is a changing amorphous existence swirling through time and the best we can do is enjoy the ride. Do not crowd out the potential for enjoyment with self doubt, fear and self recrimination. That is not to say that you should push headlong thoughtlessly in the pursuit of pleasure, but do not be afraid to do it once in awhile. Enjoy those things that bring you pleasure and do not be afraid of what others think. Do not restrict your present day with past standards. I wish you luck as you move ahead. When there is doubt, seek out counsel from the wise people around you and from inside your soul. Ultimately, you know what you should be doing, do not be afraid to admit it. Do not be afraid to do it.

Man, you sound much too polite for this situation. It is not as though you are asking the Rolls Royce next to your Bentley if they have some Grey Poupon. "Excuse me sir, might I trouble you to smother me with your buttocks for our mutual enjoyment?" I would much prefer: "Hey sexy drop that hot muscular ass on my fucking face. I want to lick your hole until I come all over you" Then, after a bit, if you want to go all Oliver Twist and plead "Might I have some more sir" I believe you will get exactly what you want.

I think that may be part of the point, that this is not specific to this story. This is a story that could happen to anyone at any time and that if it does, it is surprising and worthy of rejoicing. I will concede that the music adds drama and accentuates the telling of the story and that if the lyrics were paired with a lesser melody, they would not carry the song.

For those of you who do not know the song:

While the lyrics to Someone Like You do not soar to the heights of the music, within the context of the show and to a lesser extent outside of it, the meaning is clear, even if not obviously stated. That someone like you, in this case Dr. Jekyll, a successful Victorian era doctor, could love someone like she, a street prostitute, is surprising to her and worthy of her rejoicing in it. They are people of two different backgrounds who are able to get beyond that and fall in love. It is not an unusual story, at least in fiction, but it is surprising nevertheless. Most people meet and fall in love with others who are more like them in background than they are different. In this case, she is singing about the reality of those differences being overcome, though it is not clear that they really have been as Dr. Jekyll has quite a few other issues going on.