I just found a photo from five years ago which led me to this fond memory. It was then that Doctor Joe lost his battle with cancer. In accordance with the reforms of the Second Vatican Council, he requested that his body be cremated.
I attended the funeral Mass. which was well attended. His daughters and sons gave the readings. One daughter gave the eulogy, which was both moving and funny, on growing up with Dad. The priest gave some comforting remarks.
But there was one detail that was eloquent. On a small table in front of the altar, sharing space with the urn bearing Joe's ashes, was a shabby. battered leather bag. In the subdued light you could just barely make out a red cross. This was Joe's medical emergency kit. Looking at that worn bag you could almost hear the telephone ring in the bedroom in the middle of the night, and the doctor's low voice responding - low so as not to wake the children. Then the unavoidable noise as he stamped on his boots, then the warming of the car outside.
The worn bag gave testimony that neither snow nor hail nor the cold wind rattling the windows could stop Joe from making an emergency call. In that earlier generation. before the 911 call system, people would call their physicians when there was an emergency. The doctor would come with just the instruments and drugs that his bag could hold. That was still the way it was in small towns when the AIDS crisis hit.
Joe had three sons in universities at the time. Perhaps because Joe was personally tolerant and accepting, they all introduced gay friends to him. Joe was pretty strict in insisting on safe sex, but very understanding. He joined a large number of doctors who urged FDA to release experimental drugs in the fight against AIDS and the criminal indifference of Ronald Reagan.
His widow told me later on that he convinced two universities to include HIV testing in their student health programs without parental notification.
As I came out of the church I noticed something amazing. The whole back of the nave was full of male pairs. Dr. Joe was honored and not forgotten.
Even at this late date it seems appropriate to say thank you, Joe, for your care and many services. And thank you too for your friendship.
Giovanni di Niccolò de Luteri, better known as Dosso Dossi (c. 1489–1542),[1] was an Italian Renaissance painter who belonged to the School of Ferrara, painting in a style mainly influenced by Venetian painting, in particular Giorgione and early Titian. This work dates from circa 1524.
Jan 2023 - It was the first day of a ski trip and I had just gotten back to the motel. I was exhausted from an entire day of skiing. I knew that just across the road, there was a bigger hotel with a pool and hot tub. I had also just received and brand new pair of swim shorts for Christmas which I couldn't wait to try on. Seeing that my muscles were all sore from the skiing(and I had an excuse to go use my new swimwear), I decided to go soak.
I grabbed my towel, swim shorts, soap, and a change of clothes, threw them into a bag and went across to the hotel. I walked down the stairs to the entrance into the change rooms, just in time for a lady who happened to be exiting the pool. I slipped through the door behind her and made my way down the hallway to the change room. I had came during dinner time so the change room and pool weren't busy. I took off my shoes, socks, and black long sleeve. Then, engaged in a minute-long struggle to try and take off my skin-hugging, sweat-soaked athletic pants. Finally, I was able to take off my wet, Fruit of The Loom briefs.
I took my new swim shorts out of the bag and admired the design. The shorts had large, alternating stripes of light blue and dark blue, before turning white in the abdomen area, and had no liner(These ones:https://www.ebay.com/itm/226210370663?_skw=boys+swim+short+hang+ten&itmmeta=01J9QM1JPG17VRBAMBAX7RQ9N1&hash=item34ab305467:g:yUsAAOSwsWVmeZ-K&itmprp=enc%3AAQAJAAAA0HoV3kP08IDx%2BKZ9MfhVJKn1pfuQtRpLOU6tK7KxdFqgZq%2BZIewRjWpPy22cuB28sMba8tTxrDYR2Tn6ADiky8Gu3GDMtDgDRqiutCOwE%2F%2BHJPMG18tsk5CysdmqhHOqwkNxTfgINUMD6vhCsMHwe1hT4Eci9WMWMIS8ahVNkCt7XH6lw%2BKI0Q%2FdGSc%2BOIeRZJ5lqu25oRss6uYdVvw%2B%2FmRPg5WA66HlVNV%2FpYKe%2B1lMOg1MLDMs86vBnbTpqKb1GrzLnUb%2FUDCsMasYkirpPJw%3D%7Ctkp%3ABk9SR6yrhvTNZA). I put them on, tucking my cleanly shaved penis under my testicles, velcroing the fly and tying the waistband. Due to the lack of a liner, I could feel the seam ride high up my buttcrack, even putting a little pressure on my hole. I pulled the legs of my shorts up slightly, so that it would create a little pocket near my groin, remaining tight near the bottom of my testicles, but allowing my penis more room. I was now ready. After putting my bag into a locker, I walked by the bathroom mirror and looked at myself. The shorts fit perfectly. They were just tight enough to cling to a little bit of the skin, while still comfortable. The pocket highlighted my bulge. I turned around to look at my backside, the material wrapped perfectly around my cheeks, the seam dividing straight down the middle. Finally, I turned back around again, and couldn't help but flex my abs in the mirror(I had just started working out at the time and was very proud of my new gains). With confidence, I stepped out the door of the change room and headed to the pool.
When I got to the pool deck, I saw that there was not only a pool and outdoor hot tub, but a sauna and waterslide as well. Best of all, it was completely deserted. "My own private pool." I thought to myself.
Without skipping a beat, a jumped into the pool and swam a few lengths. This of course, made my already sore muscles even more tired. I decided to quit early, heading out the door to the hot tub. The icy breeze washed over my body and I found myself rushing to get into the hot tub. The warm water soothed my skin, the jacuzzi massaging my sore, aching muscles. Next thing you know, I had an erection. I didn't mind one bit, too engulfed in my own relaxation.
After a while, I went to go leave the hot tub and get some water. I stepped up and pushed myself out of the hot tub, standing up straight. Suddenly, I felt an uncomfortable pain in the base of my penis. I looked down to see that, because my shorts didn't have a liner, my penis had fallen down into the left leg of my short. Since I was erect, my water-logged shorts were keeping my erection pointing unnaturally down, towards the ground. This was not only causing discomfort, it had also caused an obscene shape down by my leg. The material of the shorts clung tightly to every vein, curve, and edge of my erect penis. It highlighted the head of my penis, creating a little point as my penis was trying to escape is confinement. I quickly undid my waistband and reached my hand into my shorts, pulling my penis back so that it was pointing up. I tied my waistband back up and headed to the water fountain. The pool area was still empty, "Thank god nobody saw that." I thought.
After, drinking water, I headed back to the hot tub. As I exited the pool area, a large family had entered behind me. People were finishing dinner and heading to the pool now. I sat back into the hot tub. In the next few minutes, the pool flooded with an influx of people. Laughing children, with their parents following behind them. Just then, A group of seven or eight adults came out the door and walked towards the hot tub. They entered the hot tub, talking about the run quality, work, life. For the next ten-ish minutes, I made some small talk with two guys sitting next to me. Before I knew it, the sky had turned dark. I realized this, I had still wanted to check out the waterslide and sauna before I left. I was starting to get a little hungry.
To this point, my erection still hadn't died down. However, I felt that it was pressed towards my body, hence being hidden from view. As I stood up to leave the hot tub, the group which was bustling with loud conversation, suddenly fell silent. I noticed the difference and looked back at them. I was getting weird looks from all of them, or so I thought, at least.
I thought that it was a bit strange, yet I didn't know why. Nevertheless, I continued to the pool area. The cold wind had a satisfying cooling effect on my hot-tubbed body(Ik you know what I'm talking about). I went through the door in to the building, and began to walk towards the blue, twisting waterslide. All over the pool deck, there were screaming children, running around, playing, splashing water. I laughed as I headed towards the spiral staircase leading up to the waterslide. As I walked, I looked over to the numerous parents spread out across chairs. Some were on their phones, some reading a book. Some were giving me that same weird, almost disgusted look. I didn't think too much about it. I headed up the stairs to the top of the waterslide. I front of me was a brown-haired boy who looked like he was about two years younger than me. I could tell that he was an athlete, maybe a gymnast. He had a lean body, defined chest, and was starting to get a six-pack. I looked down at his shorts, there was no bulge in sight, not even a little bump. I looked back up at his eyes, he was giving me the same look as before. I simply thought that he had noticed me looking at his crotch, and hence was giving me a weird look. Awkwardly, I smiled slightly at him. Luckily, he quickly turned back around and shot himself down the waterslide. When he turned around, I couldn't help but notice his butt. He had the cutest little bubble butt. His shorts clung to the curves of his behind. While his penis may not have been big enough to see, his butt most certainly was. I felt my penis throb in my shorts. I ignored it.
I went up and down the waterslide a few more times, before jumping in and out of the pool one last time. I headed towards the sauna. When I was walking, people were still giving my that same look. I was seriously getting concerned at this point. I entered the sauna, it was empty. I sat down in the corner of the wooden room and closed my eyes. My erection was still there, not even the distraction of a waterslide could bring it down. I started to fantasize about the earlier boy. "How old is he? Has he started puberty yet? Does he masturbate? Can he ejaculate?" I pondered.
I fantasized about him having his first orgasm. My penis began to throb once more. I thought of how his face would look, racked with pleasure, his messy brown hair. My already raging erection throbbed harder. I could feel it rhythmically pulsating against my swim shorts. I looked down at my crotch, "Oh shit."
It all made sense, the strange looks. To my absolute horror, the white portion of my swim shorts had gone see-through. My penis had been visible to everyone. You could see every single vein. Worst of all, the underside of my purple glans, and light red frenulum had been exposed to the world through the transparent layer that was my beloved Christmas present. The boy wasn't giving me that look because he thought that I was looking at his crotch, he was giving me that look because he was looking at my crotch. More accurately, My rock-hard erection was staring at him, like a snake with two oval-shaped, hungry, lustful, purple eyes. Embarrassment flooded my body, my faced turned bright red(little bit of an exaggeration). I tried to salvage the situation by closing my eyes, taking deep breaths, hoping that my penis would relax enough for me to be able to bend it back into position. I heard the opening of a door. I quickly opened my eyes and looked up. Another boy, maybe 17 and his assumed-to-be girlfriend, also same age, walked into the sauna. I stood up, and rapidly hurried out he door. As I was walking out, I felt the girl's searing eyes right on the tip of my penis. I almost ran into the change room, hoping that nobody was there.
I got lucky. When I arrived, I was the only one in the room. I felt so utterly naked. My most private parts had just been exposed, seen, and judged by numerous people. I shamefully lumbered over to the mirror. I looked at myself. It was even worse with the bathroom lighting. Since the swim short had no lining, the thin polyester wrapped around every part of my privates. My two testicles were defined as two separate lumps. Leading up from them, a tall tower sprouted, first covered by the dark blue material, then the colour of skin. I turned around, the white material on the backside meant that the top of my butt and top half of my crack could be seen as well. There was one saving grace, since I had just recently shaved, I was completely smooth. Not a single pubic hair could be seen through the shorts. The same mirror which had before granted me so much confidence, now enforced my despair and made me so ashamed of myself.
I walked towards the shower. I took off my shorts and threw them aside, on the bench. Besides, a boy only has three parts to hide, his penis, testicles, and buttcrack. If someone walked in to the room, the shorts would be useless. I grabbed my soap and towel. I turned on the shower and washed myself, praying the whole time that no one would enter. No one did. I finished washing quickly, cursing at my stubborn erection which still hadn't subsided. I put on my white adidas shirt, followed by my grey, rough cotton briefs. My erect penis didn't fit underneath the waistband. Already frustrated, I forced my erection down, so that it was bent towards the right side, and slipped it under the waistband. It was quite uncomfortable. "I can take the pain, he deserves it" I ordered myself.
I slipped on my dark casual pants, zipping up the fly and fastening the button waistband. Grabbing my bag, I headed out, back to the motel.
From this point onwards, I always remembered to wear a black underwear underneath the shorts.
Cute teen girlfriend shaves his hair with clippers and then with safety razor.
I don't know why I just do.
When Casey Stengel first walked into the Yankee clubhouse in 1949, few sportswriters expected much. His playing career was distinguished, but his managerial one was spotty. He had great success with minor league teams on the West Coast, but then he moved back to the major leagues as manager at Boston, which was not noteworthy. The Yankees were a great team with some star players, such as Joe DiMaggio. Phil Rizzuto, and Hank Bauer. But the man he would bond with was a great hitter for whom the team was unable to find a place in the field, Larry Berra. Berra had had some rough treatment from the sportswriters who found his malaprops amusing but a reason to bring out his limited education (seventh grade) in almost every article where they mentioned him.
From the moment Stengel first addressed the team it was "Mr. Berra." And it was Stengel who decided that Berra would be the team's catcher. He relied on Bill Dicky, the man who had taken on leadership after the death of Lou Gehrig, to coach Berra. The volume of sports writing bashing Berra dropped off as Stengel made a point of crediting Berra whenever possible after a Yankee victory.
You may remember Otto, the Martian writer who complained that earthlings have their antennas in the wrong place. Martians wonder how earthlings find partners, since their antennas are usually hidden. It is so much easier to be a Martian. because everyone knows, at a dance or in a bar, when you are ready to have sex. Your erect antenna says it all. There is no pornography in a society where people just do it, and when puberty allows it.
Otto made a comprehensive report on antenna sex, made easier because earthlings can't see Martians, so Otto visited boys rubbing their antennas and groups of boys holding sex contests. Then he found adolescents licking and sucking antennas. When he visited high schools and colleges he found young men sucking in their cars in dark parking lots or alleys, as well as woods and parks, and wondered why they had to hide. It was also strange that they only inserted antennas in their partners in private.
Otto also reported that he had both good and bad news. The good news is that many nations have curbed religious prejudices and permit sexual expressions from the age of consent, around sixteen. Youths of that age are allowed to perform in blue movies with protective measures. This sometimes causes a lot of giggling when they first have to perform, but they're usually eager. The bad news is that in America, which pioneered sex in the woods and on the beaches, which pioneered protest marches, which pioneered marriage equality, is rapidly retreating. Monkey-brained politicians are taking over, and they will ban sex education. they will burn books and then burn people. The land of hope and progress will become a land of oppression and superstition. No more Gay Pride, No more Gay Coming Out
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This is actually the third time that Yannis and Sven have hooked up, so they must have a bit of a thing for each other. We join them today as they start the day with a little exercise but quickly give up on that idea and return to the house for a little, more intimate exercise. After following Sven as he fucks his way through every guy in the house we get to know a few things about him. The main one is that in the mornings, he seems to be much more loving and romantic. Scenes filmed as the day moves on tend to get more frenetic and sweaty, but in the mornings he is the perfect loving partner.
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Well it’s a beautiful day in Twink land for Nick Reeves, Cody Cachet, and Elijah White. They’re splishing and splashing, frolicking and fornicating, living, laughing, loving life. This is certainly the picture of Summertime fun as these cute, passionate boys enjoy the sun’s warming rays, soaking up every minute of youth and vibrance.
There is not much information about this work of art. It was painted by the artist Carlo Dolci (1616-1686).
I hope I have a boyfriend as beautiful as Topherboy one day! :) Or boyfriendS plural, ha, ha!
Was a there a date or a round about one where the porn industry started to use condoms? Specifically in the 1980's concerning H.I.V. and A.I.D.S? I think I and so many people when we see porn from the 1980's there are pretty good assumptions that while not all a good many of the porn performers are dead and died even back then. Just trying to remember and follow the plot line.
Hi all first time doing this. This is an observation. Im wanting to talk about the video categories on here and how they often bare little relation to the content within those categories. I totally understand with the volume its really hard for GBT staff to police this but it can get frustrating.
eg. someone having a wank isn't a fetish, nor is a blow job or fuck just cos one of them is latino, or asian, a man and a woman having sex is straight not bi unless another man or woman join and there is some sexual contact between all participants. If I look at the fetish category I don't want to scroll through downs of non fetish content to find something that is fetish. The movie category is mostly just porn videos that could be in any of the other categories, if im looking at the movie category im actually looking for an LGBTQ film to watch maybe some sexual content but not just a porn film.
So I would like to respectfully request that when uploading videos (I have to admit I haven't myself uploaded any) that uploaders who I am very thankful to please choose the categories/keywords carefully so that people who want to see it can find it easily without wading through thousands of other videos first. Better to have one or two accurate ones than a list of ones that are irrelevant
Thank you
Martin
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Vacation sex between lovers on a great big bed can be the best, and what better way to make a new friend than for beefy uncut muscle daddy 
The beginning
All you need to know is that it's all about sex.
It's true, it's said that guys only think about that every 28 seconds.
In fact, it only concerns straight people, it’s all nine seconds for us; whether you're at the supermarket, the laundromat or in a trendy boutique, you find yourself staring at the first handsome guy who comes by who's even sexier than the one you saw last weekend or the one you're with. returned the night before.
But who would want to find themselves at the stake alone, all alone when they could meet the most handsome guy the Earth has ever had,... well until tomorrow evening!
That's why I'm creating this series, to give you ideas to improve your daily life, you haven't thought about that, so come and discover, what you haven't thought about doing maybe it will I hope you finally like it.
There will only be texts, to let your imagination run wild, I'm not going to overwhelm you with all the work, now it's up to you to have fun reading.
