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I wouldn't know where to start but I assume it would include kneeling and begging.

Is he why some are called muscle cars? All he'd have to do is whisper "Lick me," and I'm on it.

Well, I certainly wouldn't be walking home.

Being older -and then some- I might qualify, or at least test his upper limit.😆 I could spend all day just looking at that smile. Gorgeous!

What in the world could that forth F be? Semantics. Sheesh.

10 minutes of interrogation by him and I'd confess to kidnapping the Lindberg baby. If it takes that long.

I'm going to the basement and breathe radon.

You express the issue through the lens of your experiences and that of others similarly situated, but seem unable to allow others to express their reality through the lens of their experiences. Sexual fluidity may be a species-based attribute, but individual preferences are, by their nature, an attribute of the individual. I know precisely the source of my dick sucking: I like it. I don't know why I like it, nor do I care. It is as it is. I am what I am, I know what I am, and I accept, welcome, and embrace it. And I am unambiguous in that. And I require no lecture in aberrant sexuality to explain or defend it.

I assume his trousers are double pleated.

A few weeks ago, I rewatched Solomon and Sheba (1959), starring Yul Bryner and Gina Lollobrigida, a typical and predictable Hollywood Bible story. There was one scene I had not remembered from my earlier viewings: a dance with a very suggestively costumed Gina, honoring her Sheban gods. I think my mouth opened a little in surprise that both the costume and Gina's gyrations actually made into a 1950s movie. Although I self-identify with the phrase "as three-dollar bill," even I said, "That was hot!" I was even more surprised to learn she was still alive at the time and living in Rome.

If he truly is, and judging by his videos, he's the most accommodating and flexible straight bottom boy I've ever seen.

Well, when you get down to it, if the man doesn't know which gender he's attracted to, his d**k will let him know. Some things just aren't that complicated.

I gave this a HaHa, but what we really need is a "groan" emoji.

As an aside to the dictionary angle, after Samuel Johnson had completed his first dictionary of the English language, a committee of the upright ladies of London society came to congratulate him for not including any of the "naughty" words in his dictionary. Johnson thanked them for their sentiments, then commended them for their stamina in looking them up.

A straight friend of mine once asked me when I first decided I was gay. I told him it was March 12, 1972, about 6:00 o'clock in the morning. I was in the bathroom shaving and watching myself in the mirror. I began to evaluate my life and where it was heading. Then I thought, "You know, I think that from this moment on, starting today, right now, I'm going to find men instead of women sexually attractive and compatible. Yeah, that sounds right. That's my new plan! Damn, glad I got that out of the way!" Then I looked at my friend in way that made him know I thought he'd asked a stupid question. It's not a decision, it's a discovery. It's not a choice, it's more like left to chance. As others have said, science doesn't have a fully developed and definitive explanation of the cause of homosexuality, nor of heterosexuality for that matter, other than it's the norm of the species. But just as there are dark-haired Swedes and blond Italians, individuals can sometimes differ from the norms. It's also not uniform, it's a scale. Some men are completely straight (at 0 on the scale) and others are exclusively gay (or as I call it, a perfect 10). The OP is bisexual, which does give him a range of choices. But I'm not bi, and certainly not straight, so my choices are more limited. The closet I've ever been to female genitalia was at birth, and I've never looked back. I like my women like I like my coffee. I don't like coffee. And if someone would ask me what I'd like in a woman, I'd say I like mine on the taller side, with broader shoulders and a bigger d**k. But that's just me. YMMV.

OMG! That's the biggest nipple clamp I've ever seen! I hope.

I'm not very good at picking up on subtle nuance. Is the pillar a symbol for something?

Frasier was livid at being accused of using sex to get what he wanted. He said, "That's ridiculous! Men don't use sex to get what they want. Sex is what they want!"

This is what we called in Navy a no-sh**ter. It was early on a Sunday morning in Washington DC, maybe 30 years ago. I had gone down to the Mall to see some sights and walk around. I wound up at the Lincoln Memorial end of the reflecting pool. At that hour, I had the place pretty much to myself. A vendor cart had opened selling snacks and I bought a large bag of popcorn to feed the ducks in the pool. As I stood at the edge of the pool, tossing pieces of popcorn at the ducks, more ducks began to swim to that spot. Then more ducks, then even more. My end of the pool was getting crowded. It was beginning to look like an armada. Then came the aerial assault. Seagulls. Two or three, at first, then two or three more. Then even more. Most just hovering, some swerving just a bit. Then more came. Noisy. Pushy. Determined. I noticed one rather hefty seagull in particular only about four or five feet away, hovering directly in front of me at eye level. If I moved a little to one side or the other, he would follow, seemingly in geosynchronous orbit with my head. I began to step back. The flock followed. I retreated farther back. The first wave of ducks made landfall and began to advance. I retreated farther back. The air, land, and naval components continued to press forward. In my head I begged an imaginary Hitchcock to yell, "CUT!" but the only sounds were quacks, my desperate breathing, and whatever sounds seagulls make when they're annoyed. Finally, I panicked and shook the open bag in front of the winged aggressors, sweeping left to right, mining the birds' path with distractions to cover my now increasingly hasty withdrawal. Birds. Descended from dinosaurs. Vicious. Untrustworthy. I have not been back. And I don't buy popcorn.

Hear, Hear, and a Hip-Hip Hooray to all the gallery contributors. We are all in their debt.

Does anyone know if they've made a life-size doll of this young god, hopefully anatomically correct? OMG! He's gorgeous! Love that pose!

He needs to rethink his business plan. Such as it's been.

According to Bill Maher, when a headline states, "internet on fire about [fill in the blank]," it means two adolescents in Connecticut [or wherever] tweeted back and forth about it. Such is our world, as it has become/devolved. BTW, I'm still waiting for the headline Psychic Wins Lottery.

Woof!

The best view here is from the outside looking in.