Thank you for sharing that article. I am sort of happy such a study came out of Notre Dame.
How Professor Mittleman used "overcompensation" to frame the data, says we gay men are equally gifted as straight men, but achieve more by trying harder.
Perhaps we do try harder. Or perhaps straight men sense there are other options available to them, options prompting to leave campus.
That we are smarter than straight men is a bit of a stretch. There is a lot of bias involved trying to measure "smarts".
In my personal case, all of us (5 sons) got technical degrees. I got better grades and earned my degree faster than they did. I am earning much more.
But does that mean I'm smarter than my straight brothers?
I suspect that one of the reasons gay men are more likely to finish degrees than straight men is simply the fact that they do not start families and have to support them, as straight men often do when they are young and sexually active. Gay men are therefore also freer to pursue careers that require academic degrees.
I was always in the top five per cent of my high school class academically, so there was social pressure from family, teachers and peers to go to college. I completed two degrees before I even started working, and two more later, but I don't think my sexuality per se had anything to do with that; the more important factors were my freedom and financial ability to do so.
Hey, I have just not the FIST brand which is the one that gave me trouble. But I'm also supplementing myself with Lutein on the days I use the poppers and it keeps the vision problems at bay.
Tough day at the office? These guys were on the last plane back to the U.K. after evacuating over 14,500 people during the Kabul Airlift.
Not all heroes wear capes!
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Occasionally I peruse The Best Flex site and notice how some of the guys post that they are available for meet ups. One guy caught my eye: tall daddyish blond surfer boy look with an incredible defined tanned body (broad shoulders, small waist, nice butt, big dick). He seems like a very horned up exhibitionist judging by his pics.
About a month back, I contacted him through the site and we went back and forth (via email) about meeting up. He gave a reasonable rate for an hour muscle worship session, but the description of what he'd do left me, shall we say... underwhelmed. However, he implied he could be more interactive for possibly a higher donation. He didn't specify what he'd do at what rate but gave me his cell number. He said it was easier to communicate through the phone as opposed to email and to contact him when I was ready to talk/text. I weighed whether I should contact him further. I am not a fan of the a la carte mode of hiring. So I decided to let it go.
This past Saturday, while walking around an outdoor shopping area, I notice this tall attractive man (blond haired, broad shoulders wearing a black gray jacket, kind of tight gray Nike track pants and blue tinted sunglasses) walking hurriedly about 20-30 feet in front of me. He was looking around shifting his gaze, obviously looking for something. So i sped up to get a bit of a closer look. This in when I noticed how nice his ass looked and couldn't help but stare at it.. extendly. LOL! Clearly this guy has a great body. As I got a bit closer he turns his head to the side and I thought, "I know this guy." I mean I didn't know him personally, but he looked so very familiar. Then I put 2 & 2 together and realized it's the guy from The Best Flex site. I didn't approach him.
Now this TBF guy is probably based about 40mins from where I typically stay while visiting relatives. What are the chances that I'd randomly run into him? I took it as a sign that maybe I should contact him. Later that day, I text him. I didn't mention that I possibly saw him walking around. He responded about an hour later. He tells me he's sorry for the delayed response, but that he was busy checking out his new apartment. He then proceeds to send me a selfie unprompted. It is indeed the same guy I saw at the outdoor area sans sunglasses, in the same jacket, in an unfurnished apartment. And yes, it the same guy from The Best Flex ad. He's moving to the new apartment in a couple weeks. We have a meet up planned soon. I figure if it goes well, he may be a regular when I visit my relatives (which I'll do more frequently with him living close by). I'll update the forum after the meet up.
Fung Wa Bus, (5+ hour drive): I’d arrived early. First in line. It was winter and getting dark fast in China town.
Got on the bus and sat in the isle seat putting my jacket in the window seat to dissuade anyone from taking it should the bus be otherwise unoccupied.
I wanted some uninterrupted nap time~
Just before pushing off, this disorganized early 20’s lad struggles onto the bus~ Too many bags and out of breath he stops at my seat~ He was wearing tan pants that hung around his slender legs. He was tall and his cuffs slagged over his shoe tops~
“don’t say it… please, don’t say it”: was my silent thought~
I pretended to be asleep but, he stood there until finally the words fell out of his mouth: “Can I sit here~?”~
I peeked up, my sleepy blue eyes exchanging an annoyed glance into his brown impatient eyes~ His eyelashes were so long they touched the inside of his crooked wire frame glasses~
“You have to take the window seat” I grumbled hoping he didn’t have a weak bladder~
He reached over me and began cramming his bags into the foot well and under the seat ahead~
His cap fell off of his curly hair and into my lap~ I looked up at him somewhat disgusted~ He grabbed the hat and then apologized~ I didn’t accept the apology and it was obvious~ wondering in disbelief: did he “really” just grab his hat from my lap~? Another single thought: “Boundaries”~
Becoming confused with his many bags.
I interjected: “ why don’t we arrange your bags above where there’s space so that you have some legroom and we’re not stepping on your belongings”.
I offered this not because I was trying to be nice but, rather I was slightly annoyed by the commotion and wanted to resume napping~
So… “together” we sorted out what he needed near him on the trip and positioned the rest of his household in the overhead storage~
The bus began shaking and the air brakes hissed as the bus door closed and we rolled away from the curb~
Getting comfortable again, I decided the inner arm rest would be mine but, his constant fidgeting led to his elbow knocking into my funny bone… That’s never fun at the time~
Refusing to relinquish my claim on the armrest, he nuzzled his arm against mine~
I was now offended as well as annoyed and briefly contemplated the worth of the $5 ticket~ Was this a bad choice~? His sprawling slender legs assured me of the accuracy of my fears~
I spread my knees apart to designate the leg boundaries… The Cold War begins~
Some miles into our journey, his arm awkwardly comes to rest along mine, as well his left leg against my right~
It feels invasive and the gentle but, the constant pressure of his limbs on me takes on a new level of agitation as the bus makes its way thru the urban obstacle course of city street pot holes and sudden braking~
This guy is obsessed with his bags… Endless searching results in a sack. He digs in, removing another. The Paper bag comes to settle on my leg as he clumsily pulls out some flaky, buttery scooby snack~ The oil stains in the paper make me think “Day old”… privately to myself: “please get this off my pants”.
“That’s enough…”: echoes my inner but, thundering thoughts. I can’t endure this the length of the trip~
He eats, tiny crumbs everywhere, repositioning his forearm against mine when finished~
With the slightest pressure, I push into his forearm… It’s enough to be noticeable~ There is no response. I advance with more pressure… There is still no reaction~
The tires roll, the engine hums, the bus bounces up and down~ The war is on and my thoughts drift back to territorial pissings on a school bus years ago~ “Let this not end with someone putting gum in someone’s hair”, I think as I apply even more pressure to his arm~
My efforts seem futile. So, I begin to attack from the south~ I spread my legs to maintain my position there~ This forces him to adjust himself in the chair… his knee coming to rest under mine… but, in addition, his pinky falls onto mine~
“What’s this~???” Eye lids shut, my inner consciousness is wide open and my new awareness burns thru the dark situation with X-ray vision~ Acutely, my focus becomes fixed not only on the shared pressure points but, his pinky~
I peek ever so slightly and see his slender finger resting upon mine. Darker skin, pink border around the cuticle, neatly groomed nails… his personal hygiene is as well thought out as his take over of the seat he occupies and mine~
Curiosity overcomes annoyance. It’s become a game of paper-scissors-rock~
My turn again: I push my little finger under his just a wee tad~ Gees that engine sounds loud suddenly but, the thin sheets of silence between us unfold one by one~ Paper covers rock~
The night has fallen and the game has changed but, uncertainty is in the air~
One… two… three~ He moves slightly and in this opportunity, I remove my arm from the rest, my pinky is free and for a split second there seems to be a relief but, in our mutual regrouping, I drop my arm down and it comes to against his leg, my pinky resting on top of his thigh~ Unintentionally profound at the moment~ It’s a tie~
Seconds roll by like boulders on the road… each time the bus hits one, there is the hand to leg reconnection~ His upper body leans into the window… The soft curls of his brown hair leave tracks in the condensation of his breath against the pane and with a slight twist of his shoulder, his legs moves into me… My hand unmistakably open-palmed, comes to rest on his thigh~
The hum of the engine and soft rocking of the bus disappears under my rapid heart beat~ It gives me a hard on~
The flags have moved and the front lines along with them~ A scrummage has taken form~
I advance my play… a single, gentle and nearly indistinct “petting” is returned by an equally gentle slide of his thigh under my fingertips~ A wetness forms in my briefs and I can feel it~ The liquid bollus collects into a tear that moves from behind my balls, up the length of my cock and ejects like a pellet thru the slit of my cherry head~ The movement of the bus amplifies it ten fold~
In nearly slow motion, my fingers embrace the muscles in his thigh… it’s an easy but confident “hug”… he lifts his leg into my advance~
For whatever reason, I’m still clinging to the tactic of pretending to be asleep~
Turning my head and peeking thru my eye lashes, I see the other patrons are sleeping, or perhaps pretending to be~
With courage and a deep sigh, I shift myself… my hand becomes familiar with his inner thigh~ The tension in my pants is excruciating~
In his “pretend” sleep, he extends his legs thru the crap he’s stored under the chair in front of him… we are back to pinky play and now there is the distinct roundness of his left nut under my finger tip… I’ve forgotten about gum and was thinking that this was not really like the school bus journeys of days gone by~ This continues on instead reminiscent of a miniature petting zoo where I start out with a baby piglet but, then ambitiously go on the hunt for a hungry giraffe~
What progressed over the miles earlier seemed to now be navigated my the sway of the bus… my hand spread out like an octopus over the entirety of his crotch~
Looking over toward him, those soft curls, long eyelashes… light brown skin, nostrils slightly flared… his lips were moist… they seemed barely to touch… I could see where he missed shaving~
Wondering where the limit might be, my fingers instinctively navigated to the button fastening his pants~
This motivated him to move completely~ The ball seemed to have been blocked from its goal and the game now over, but, he then reached down into one of the bags between his feet, rummaging around and finally pulling out a large coat, not for the winter chill but, the heat of the moment~
Carefully, he wrapped himself in the coat, draping an open end over my leg and arm~
Hidden under the muse of his creative mind, my hand traveled back across the hill of his thigh, along the inner curves of his leg, turning up the highway toward the highland where there seemed a park… opening the gate, I found a forest within.
Aha~! I’d found the home of the giraffe~
The petting zoo was open and I’d found a friend~ I entered…
His fur was wet and soft like a lamb… an innocent giraffe lamb~ “My” innocent giraffe lamb~
The neck of the beast was long, slender… firm and it bent outward~
So hungry it was that copious amounts of slippery dew spilt out lubricating my hand~ I could almost not help but to slide up and down his length~
His plump veins pulsed under my fingertips… the velvet curves of his flesh helmet filled in the gaps between my fingers~ His heat radiated through my hand… The window was dripping with condensation~
In an effort to be stealthy but, none the less full of intention, my fist throttled his caramel meat… Slow…. Steady… long stokes… his body involuntarily melting into my grip~ So wet… So warm~
The bus took a sudden turn off the highway… I felt the beast thicken in my hand… looking over, the blue of my eyes spilt into the brown of his… our glances met and in single second, I felt the tip of his cock split open under my finger tips… a flood of semen cascaded into my hand~ I felt the fabric of his pants get wet~
The moment over came me as did the tension under my buttoned pants… The bus hit a pot hole, my nipples brushed against my shirt… and holding the wetness of his cock, at that precise moment, I felt my face become flushed, my heart pound, my pupils dilate: Release~
The light switched on in the bus:”We’ve reached the rest stop and food oasis. Please be back on the bus in fifteen minutes”~
Our pants were visibly wet~ Stained~ The scent of semen in the air~ How could people not smell this I wondered~?
“I think I will get a burger and use the bathroom”, he says in a shy but, friendly voice~
“Yes… of course~ Me as well”~
Jackets wrapped around our waists, we headed into the oasis~
Quiet conversation followed later on the bus: He is a young professional, engaged to be married~ Intelligent and full of ambition, his experience in life is only beginning~ This was his first encounter with another man~
We exchanged philosophy regarding human sexuality and private interests but no numbers~
The bus finally stopped, the door released its hydraulic pressure in a single, explosive burst… “Pshhhhhhhht~!” He walked out of the open door and into open arms, glasses still crooked, long eyelashes sweeping the inside of the lenses~ This boy and his many bags~ A Beautiful boy~ A magical moment~
I saved the five dollar ticket~
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