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Thoughts on Sodomy: The Manliness and the Unmanliness of Homosexual Anal Intercourse By Cal Y. Pygia To be fucked in the ass, whether willingly or otherwise, and whether one is female or not, is associated, for many, with not only submission, but also with humiliation and degradation. The rectum, the anus, and even the buttocks are associated with the elimination of feces, or bodily wastes. From early ages, we are taught that defecating is at best a private, and at worst, a shameful act. It is something that is done alone, in private. After one is no longer a toddler, even being assisted by having someone wipe one's ass is considered humiliating in the extreme by most people. Everyday language likewise reflects the discomfort that society experiences concerning the buttocks, the anus, and the rectum. "Up yours!" is not considered a friendly suggestion. "Kissing ass" is regarded as contemptuous; only a "brown-noser" (that is, someone who would sully his or her nose with feces), or a sycophant or a toady, would stoop (figuratively, if not literally) to do such a thing as a means of currying favor with a superior. As a matter of fact, men and women who were charged with practicing witchcraft during the Middle Ages were said to show their inferiority and loyalty to Satan by kissing his anus. "Asshole," of course, is not a term of endearment, nor, for that matter, is "ass." The submissive, shameful, and degrading character--or, in any case, characterization--of anal intercourse, or "sodomy," as it was once called (as were fellatio and bestiality) was once sufficient to cause not only social ostracism, but also execution, which is why homosexuals are sometimes called "faggots," since bundles of sticks, or faggots, were used as kindling wood to start the fires with which sodomites were burned, in public, at the stake. Being a faggot was a pain in the ass, it seems, even in the Middle Ages. In ancient Greece and ancient Rome, which were, overall, fairly accepting of homosexuality, the passive, or receptive, partner, whether in oral or anal sex, was regarded as a contemptuous individual, especially if he were past his teenage years. As in modern Mexico, among other places, fucking another man is macho, but being fucked by another man is shameful. The reasoning seems to be that, by definition, a woman is someone who is fucked, just as a man is someone who fucks, regardless of whether the "fucking" itself is by way of the anus, the oral cavity (that is, irrumation), the vagina, or, for that matter, manual means (that is, masturbation). (Today, it has become fairly common for women to say that they have "fucked" a man, although such usage is very recent and does not reflect the way in which fucker, fucked, and fucking has been understood historically.) It's okay for women to suck cock or to be fucked, even in the ass, for that's who women are--the fucked--and that's what they do--get fucked. However, a man who sucks another man's prick or who takes another man's dick up his ass (or even masturbates another man's cock) performs a role that is against the natural order; by acting as a woman, he assumes the female role and thus becomes effeminate, or womanly. That's why, in prisons and elsewhere, such men are called "bitches," "sluts," and "whores" as well as "punks." A man who sucks another man's prick or takes another man's dick up his ass is less than a man; he has "unmanned" himself; he has symbolically castrated himself; he has become, as it were, a woman. In prison, a man must be willing to die to protect his manhood--that is, to avoid being raped by his fellow inmates. If he isn't willing to die to preserve his anal virginity, he will become some other man's "bitch." He may even be hired by other men, for a pack of cigarettes, payable to the punk's husband, boyfriend, master, or owner. If homosexual anal intercourse (and, for that matter, fellatio) is such a vile, disgusting, shameful, and degrading act, why is it that some men (and women), myself included, enjoy watching it, even if we wouldn't engage in it ourselves, as either the fucked or the fucker? First, it is both aesthetic and highly erotic. Watching a thick, hard, smooth cock lunge and plunge within an impaled anus, between sleek, firm cheeks, vanishing and reappearing, as balls swing and collide against buttocks or perineum, the men gasping, grunting, moaning, groaning, and sweating--well, it's enough to make anyone, gay, straight, male, female, or shemale, hard or wet. More fundamentally, however, anal intercourse, especially between two men, shows that sex need not be strictly reproductive in its purpose; it can be simply a means for giving and taking pleasure. If procreation isn't regarded as the end of sex, then sex can be meaningful, whether it occurs between a man and a woman, two men, two women, a man and a shemale, a woman and a shemale, two shemales, a group of men of the same sex, of the opposite sex, or of the third sex. A third reason that anal intercourse, especially between men, is sexy is because of the negative publicity it has received since ancient days. Among Jews and Christians, homosexual (and, indeed, heterosexual) anal intercourse, or "sodomy," has been, and, to a large extent, still is, considered unnatural and sinful; in the Bible, it is a called an "abomination." Men, it seems, are at least as ready, willing, and able to defy divine imperatives as were Adam and Eve. Forbidden fruit remains a powerful aphrodisiac, and shame, humiliation, and degradation are parts of the appeal of the forbidden. According to communication experts, women are democratic. They believe in equality and fairness. They want everyone to participate, and they make their decisions on the basis of group consensus. On the other hand, men are hierarchical in their relationships, interaction, and communication.; For them, there must be a pecking order, with one man, the alpha male, in charge, and all others subordinate and, if need be, submissive. Anal intercourse, among males, is an expression of dominance and submission, in which the alpha male demonstrates his dominance by fucking the beta male in the ass, thereby empowering himself while he proves his superiority by subjecting the other, lesser man to an action that, for the lesser man, is shameful, degrading, and humiliating. To elevate himself, the dominant man debases the submissive man. Pointing to the accomplishments of art, science, technology, and culture in general, human beings like to think of themselves as exalted beings, as creatures who are made in the image and likeness of God, their Creator, and as occupying a station, therefore, a little lower than that of the angels. We are the crown of creation--or so we like to tell ourselves. However, there is another side to human nature, a darker, more primitive dimension, wherein animal instincts, although repressed, reside, as wild beasts in a deep jungle--instincts, desires, and urges which are more chemical and biological even than they are emotional and are far, far removed from anything even remotely rational. Among women, with their nesting instinct and their maternal instinct, perhaps these impulses are amenable to a participatory and democratic social structure of equals. Among men, whose instincts are more predatory, life is more about the hunt, about the kill, and, among themselves, there must be a hierarchy of leader and followers, of dominance and submission. This instinctive need to dominate or to submit, to conquer (if not to kill) or to be conquered (if not killed) manifests itself in one man's sucking of the other's cock or in his taking the other's prick up his ass. Both fellatio and anal intercourse frequently emphasize domination and submission even in the kneeling positions that are often adopted by the impaled, the presenting of the buttocks to be penetrated, or the nursing upon the erect penis, as if it were a breast that offers nurture and sustenance, thereby highlighting the recipient's dependency as well as his submissiveness. No one has yet fully or even satisfactorily "explained" homosexuality, but it seems to me that, during all-male activities (hunting, among our ancient forebears, for example) or environments (prisons, for instance), homosexuality develops as a non-lethal means of asserting or relinquishing one's manhood. Instead of killing his rival, the dominant man unmans him; instead of penetrating his vitals with a sword, the dominant man penetrates his rival's anus with his own erect penis. Instead of being killed, the lesser rival submits, accepting the cock in his mouth or up his ass as proof of his subordinate status, in a manner similar to the that in which a lesser dog licks the anus and the genitals of the alpha male or exposes his belly to the leader of the pack. The ejaculation of semen, whether inside the rectum or onto the buttocks and anus, is the final proof of the dominance of the alpha male and of the beta male's submissiveness, a brand, as it were, by which the dominant man establishes and displays his ownership of the symbolically disemboweled, submissive male. To watch two men fucking--or, to be more precise--to watch one man fucking another man, is to see, in its most basic form, the dynamics of dominance and submission which underlies the hierarchical social structure of the patriarchy in which, for better or worse, we live, even today. As for other men, I know not what course of action they may take, but, as for me, give me anal intercourse between men instead of death!

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Dad had reserved a two-bedroom suite in the hotel - a waste of money. Jason didn't feel comfortable leaving Sara alone all night, so I slept with him in his room in Sara's townhouse. Dad wasn't happy with my decision, but I didn't care until early the next morning, and I mean really, really early, when Jason tried to drag me from the warm, comfortable cocoon of his bed. That's when I wondered if I'd made a mistake. I grumbled; he grinned. I melted. I also wondered if Jason had somehow...

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Thoughts Sensations and EmotionsChapter 26

Under the new rules of engagement, we didn't accomplish as much as before, but hopefully we'd all learned a lesson. No one left the new safe house without a tender with them, and before anyone returned to the safe house, one of our tenders or a crew from Jerome's firm checked the returning party's back door. The last thing any of us wanted was to reveal our new location, a good thing, too. After a meeting with the accountant from the Wellington Company, the bad guys picked up Jason's...

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Thoughts On A Flight

Good morning to the only woman to ever own me! I'm somewhere over Iowa right now and thinking of you. I have been flying for over two hours and I'm ready to start executing our plan. I'm sitting in a window seat, next to a very attractive man. He is probably in his early thirties, tall, with broad shoulders, muscular arms and excellent posture that exudes confidence. I bet he was a Marine in a past life. He has that chiseled face and tough-guy look. At that same time, he strikes me as an...

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Thoughts of an EX boyfriend

I ran into an ex boyfriend and suddenly all the memories of the time we had together swarmed my mind and distracted my focus. My husband to be is beside me… We just had a fight and I had angrily gone to clear my mind when I ran into my ex, Ajit. He was still as handsome as always. I missed the feel of his hands on my body. Just then, my fiancé’s voice draws me back.“I want to know that your heart is still with me, Pooja. We have survived through many tides and the turbulence of the ocean has...

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Thoughts Sensations and EmotionsChapter 10

While leaning against the wall, I pulled up my knees and spread them, the approximate position I sensed Barbie had taken on my bed. My pussy was leaking like a sieve. I heard a small audible moan. Barbie had just pushed one of her fingers into her hot pussy, so I did the same. No one has ever kissed me as passionately as Katy just kissed me. Oh, I wish she wasn't in love. I'd have... What? I wanted to know what she would've done. I bet she tastes sweet. I sensed her tongue rolling...

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Thoughts Sensations and EmotionsChapter 18

Sara sat stunned. Flummoxed was the word that came to my mind. She turned to my father and gazed at him with unconditional admiration. "You did this for me, a complete stranger? Why?" We'd just brought her up to date on our war with the Destroyer. "Not for you, Sara," Dad said. "For your daughter. As you know, I, too, have a daughter, so I couldn't sit placidly on my hands and do nothing. If Katy were under the influence of a man like your ex-husband, I'd move heaven and earth to...

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Thoughts Sensations and EmotionsChapter 24

Anticipating a working luncheon, Marsha put some sandwiches and other goodies in front of Donna as soon as the little girl returned to the safe house. Dad had told Marsha she could help us a lot if she'd entertain Donna when we had our meetings, so as soon as Donna finished eating, Marsha planned to play with her in the backyard while the group ate lunch and discussed our strategic moves against the Destroyer. I noticed Donna was picking at her food, so I sat next to her. "You're upset,...

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Thoughts of a Witch

Thoughts of a WitchI am sitting huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light from the full moon pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know will die soon. I have confessed under the torture, I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more....

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Thoughts of Interruptions

I interrupted you the other morning. I was surprised to find you up and on line. It was early, early for you. You always kept to the later hours of the day. Later, unless... I took a chance and dropped you a “Hi”. Wondering if perhaps you had logged on and forgot; or if messenger was playing games again and showing a false status. But no, you responded right away. I commented on the hour and if you were up early for breakfast...and if it was an English breakfast or Indian. You laughed and...

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Thoughts

Thoughts... By Joseph A. Falls. I opened my eyes to a Scooby Doo Alarm Clock that was ringing on a pink desk across this foolish room where I am. Gosh!!! I had been on parties but the one last night was the worst of my life... At least I can tell that from the hang over this morning, but ya know I don't remember how the party started, who was in, and what I did. My head is spinning, and I feel like I'm going to puke... So better I stand and look for a bathroom... but suddenly a...

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Thoughts

Author’s note: All are thoughts unless in quotes “...”, actions in [... ] H: God, she’s so beautiful like that. Lying there with her eyes closed and her breasts moving in rhythm with her sighs and whimpers. I’d love to catch a stand-up nipple in my mouth and bite it the way she likes but I can’t interfere with her pleasure right now. W: Mmmm, I love this. My husband does too. Look at him stroking his meat as he looks at me. I wish he’d nip on my nipples. I don’t know why he just watches....

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Thoughts

©2004 A Mardi Gras Festival Story I lay motionless in the darkness, savoring the lingering scent of Elyssia's perfume and the tingle of her sweet kiss on my lips, and I thought about our final encounter. "Tell me? Please?" Elyssia had asked in the consummate voice for breakfast coffee, lunch in bed, and evenings beside the crackling fireplace. I squeezed her hand, and in these words I did. My dorm mate had suggested we head to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. I thought that was a...

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Thoughts Revisited

Many have asked for Carol’s side of the story. You will understand this story much better if you first read ‘Thoughts’. Thank you to Estragon who always makes my stories a much better read. **** My name is Carol Beal. I read the story that my deceased husband wrote and would like to straighten out a few facts, or at least give a different opinion. First of all, I still consider him my husband and always will. I truly loved him, no matter what anyone else thinks. I’ve read many reader...

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ThoughtsChapter 4 After the divorce

By the time the divorce was final I knew Carol and I were truly finished. During those early months the kids might stop by to see me. They never stayed long because there wasn't a lot to talk about. Their conversations were usually with their mother. I was just a listener. Once in a while I might order in a pizza if they brought the grandkids. They did like the hot tub. I lived alone. I'd have dinner out most nights and sometimes meet friends for dinner. I was going to live the remainder...

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Thoughts Sensations and EmotionsChapter 12

Early the next morning before Jason roused, I took my cell phone into the bathroom and called my dad. I would've preferred to lie abed in my slumbering lover's arms, but I had a fence to mend. "Good morning," I said cheerfully when he answered my call. "Good morning. You're up early." "I wanted to catch you before you left for the university. I'm really sorry about last night, Dad. I was rude and inconsiderate." "Yes you were." "Other than being pissed and worried because I...

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Thoughts From Club Med Morocco

[ For my very good friends A&T. This one's for you (again), and anyone else who finds the cuckold/interracial lifestyle an appealing one. ]It felt good to masturbate. It always did. Though perhaps difficult to explain to someone else, I preferred masturbating to having intercourse. This was not new. Before I had ever met Mara and we began dating (and later when we got married) masturbation was my primary preference for sexual release, instead of intercourse. There were various factors for...

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Thoughts to help you eat cum

If you hate the taste of cum, tell your boyfriend/husband to eat pineapples for about 2 days before, and it will taste sweeter. - Anonymous, Virginia Some women don’t like to swallow semen because of the sharp sensation it leaves in their throat. And there is nothing much to do about that. What I found to be the next best thing (possibly even better) is that she slowly lets it ooze out of her mouth while sucking (best done while sitting up). - Rob, Europe At first I was afraid to swallow. But...

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Thoughts of Adriana

My son Ronan and myself were having some great sex. We were drunk, after he had cooked a fabulous meal of Moule Mariniėre ... plus several G and Ts beforehand and a bottle of Moet champagne which he always brought, regardless of the occasion and this only highlighted our kinkiness. Ronan always liked to make me talk dirty cheering him on about his huge cock, and it is, not just a figure of speech, and how great it was and in turn he would create scenarios about me in wild sexual situations...

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ThoughtsChapter 5 The Conclusion

Life for me for the past year has been quite different. I've been with a number of women but I often think about my first love, Carol. We just weren't able to work it out. I know I was the cause of our problems in the beginning, but I'm not sure what happened after forty-two years of marriage. She must have grown tired of me but I still had feeling for her. I guess the divorce was probably for the best. I still saw my kids and grandkids regularly. I found companionship, which I really...

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