Juicy Oozing!

 

There are so many things to be truly thankful for! One of the multitude of rewards that we appreciate is the fine sighting of two male cocks, dripping the benefits of a really exciting and inspirational session of foreplay before the actual benefits of the interaction are fully shared!

Great job, men! Hope the reality of the experience was as rewarding as the above display indicates!

Peace!

Nekkid Furry Boi

Summer Read: "Sooley" by John Grisham

 

John Grisham is one of my favorite contemporary mainstream (straight) authors. To my knowledge, his novels aren't necessarily all-inclusive but they are emphatically not homophobic nor are they racially exclusive. His characters and plots are interesting and varied. They incorporate a diversity of scenarios and situations. 

The following is from the book's summary:

"In the summer of his seventeenth year, Samuel Sooleymon gets the chance of a lifetime: a trip to the United States with his South Sudanese teammates to play in a showcase basketball tournament. He has never been away from home, nor has he ever been on an airplane. The opportunity to be scouted by dozens of college coaches is a dream come true. 

Samuel is an amazing athlete, with speed, quickness and an astonishing vertical leap. The rest of his game, though, needs work and the American coaches are less than impressed. 

During the tournament, Samuel receives devastating news from home: a civil war is raging across South Sudan, and rebel troops have ransacked his village. His father is dead and his younger sister is missing. His mother and two younger brothers are in a refugee camp in nearby Uganda. 

Samuel desperately wants to go home but it is not possible. Partly out of sympathy, the coach of North Carolina Central offers him a scholarship. Samuel moves to Durham, enrolls in classes, joins the collegiate team and prepares to sit out his freshman season. There is plenty of more mature talent and he isn't immediately needed.

But Samuel has something no other player has: a fierce determination to succeed so he can bring his family to America. He works tirelessly on his game, shooting baskets every morning at dawn by himself in the gym and soon he is dominating everyone in practice. With the North Carolina Central team losing and suffering injury after injury, Sooley, as he is nicknamed, is called off the bench. And the legend begins.  

But how far can Sooley take his team? Will success allow him to save his family? How will he resolve the issues between the NCAA and the NBA?"

"Sooley" is a first for John Grisham. He deals with the aftermath of the Darfur/Sudanese/South Sudanese controversy, collegiate education, NCAA/NBA issues and of course, humanity. This novel is fascinating and difficult to put down. Grisham captures your attention no matter if you enjoy basketball or not. 

Peace!

NekkidFurryBoi

 

Black Men With Furry Chests

Sometimes, people don't think before they communicate an idea. I remember about five years ago I was at a nude pool party for gay men. We were all longing around the pool, enjoying the company, the sunny afternoon, the snacks and beverages. An acquaintance of mine happened to add to the conversation, "Black men don't have hairy chests."

Being one of maybe five men present who were of African descent (out of maybe 40 total), I knew that eyes were turning towards me. I didn't offer an immediate response but instead I looked downwards towards my own chest. I have a moderately amount of fur growing on my pecs and trailing down to my pubes. I'll add here that I've never shaved any of my body hair and probably never will.

The man who made this remark watched my reaction and then added: " Hey Micheal, you don't count because you're half Greek and all Greek men are hairy." When I realized what he had said, I had to wait a minute before offering a comment. He had not only uttered "dumb," he had the nerve to add "stupid" to it!

By this time, everyone there was looking at me. One of the other Black men there has some sparse chest hair and the other three had hairless chests, so I guessed they all were waiting for me to reply. I took a deep breath and offered: "Look, man, it is up to each man to decide how he identifies himself. I'm half Nigerian, from my waist up. I'm half Greek, from my waist down. Not all Blacks have smooth chests and not all Greeks are hairy. Not all White men are smooth and not all White men have chest hair. You are White and you have less hair on your body than I do."

 

 

I could tell from his body language that he wasn't happy about my comment. That didn't bother me at the time and I don't regret it today. His statement didn't make sense then and nothing has changed since. He has an undergraduate degree in sociology so he knows his remark was just ignorant. If you have no knowledge on the subject, then it's best to remain silent and learn.

 

People are similar but not identical. Most of us know this from observation and those that don't usually find this out from our high school studies. That's why I consider his comments racist, rude and thoughtless. What's more, to this day he hasn't apologized.

 

When I see him now, I acknowledge his presence and leave the conversation to others. A close friend of his let me know after this  encounter that one of his all-time favorite porn stars is Ty Lattimore. When I learned this, I mailed to him, anonymously, a color photo of Bro Ty, shown below. Ty Lattimore is an excellent gay actor: Black and hairy!

 

Ty Lattimore



Is It Just Me?

Is it race? Is it homophobia? Both? Is it size insecurity? Is it all three? What I want to know is, what the fuck is the problem? I know I've experienced these types of looks and body language when I've been at a nude beach. Why is that? Why is it one single black/mixed race man threatens some white folks? Are they afraid that it's something contagious? Skin color is inherited through genes, it's not transmittable.

If it's penis envy/insecurity, get over it. As nudists, all of us already know that size doesn't matter. At least, not the size of a relaxed penis. All dicks, when erect, have the potential to deliver pleasure to the sexual partner, no matter if that person is a man or a woman. A flaccid cock may hang nicely and swing gracefully, but that's just appearances. It's no indication of sexual prowess or stamina for the male of female partner.

Is it racial prejudice or stereotype? The black man is bigger therefore he's a threat to everyone, regardless of their sex? Come on, get over yourself. As nudists on a clothing-optional beach, we've all seen penises of all shapes, sizes and colors. Just because the darker one is bigger doesn't mean a damn thing. The myth "once they've gone black, they'll never go back" is nothing more than that: a myth. I know: I've had black ones and I've had white ones. A dick is dick. The color is the least concern (at least, as a mixed race man, for me). It's what a man can do with his cock that counts. I think we all understand that.

Is it because the brother is gay and the white dude is heterosexual? That is nothing more than stupidity. If the straight is afraid for the safety of his female date, a gay man is the very least of his worries. The gay man wants another man, another penis; not a vagina. Think about that one and then get back to me. Besides, if you hate gay men that much, get your ass off a naked beach and go to a clothing beach. They're more gay men at a nude beach than you imagine. All those unclothed cocks and asses roaming around, where do you expect them to go?

I've never set foot on a nudist beach that I haven't gotten "those" looks from straight white men. And I've asked around and know that I'm not the only gay black/mixed-race man who's had this experience. Many others have undergone the same. What the hell is it?

On the other hand, maybe it's not race or homophobia at all. Perhaps the dude is threatened because the brother has more body hair (like me)? Or, it could be the white guy is closeted and secretly wants some dick? Now, that's something to consider. 

Snow Whites

Yes, the title may at first glance seem racist but that is not the intention at all. The men pictured are white, true; bit the aim is to refer to the seasonal snow and not the race. Besides, I'm half-white, myself. I am featuring naked white men for this post as the title indicates. I am a nudist so the majority of the men I picture with this blog are nude.

I like to include men who are attractive and representative of all men, not any special ethnicity or race. More often than not, these show black and/or hispanic men, as well as those like me: mixed-race; half-breeds, mutts. That's because more than 90% of the images available online or in hardcopy media are white. Most people identify with others they believe to be most similar to themselves. Race identification is a part of this process.

In the interest of being inclusive, this entry is exclusively Caucasian. As gay men, we appreciate the anatomy and beauty of all men, regardless of skin color. So sit back and enjoy. By the way, I prefer this type of snow whites instead of the powdery white shit that falls from the sky this time of year! LOL!

Friends Together

Last week, after the Christmas/New Year's holiday break at the school where I teach, I walked into my first faculty meeting of 2012. I was full of hope for the new year and of new changes and developments in my life. BAM! It hit me hard, once again: more of the same old shit! The tables in the school library were full of my professional colleagues in the same seating pattern as before. Nothing different. Blacks sitting with blacks and whites sitting with whites. Just like one race would infect the other. Our skin color is contagious.

I mean, it's not like I'm expecting them to pair off and fuck. After all, this is a business meeting. All that I'm wishing is that we can mix it up and just sit together. Can't we be coworkers without taking into account race?


Besides, as a man who's father is Greek and who's mother is Nigerian, where do I sit? I know even though it isn't spoken that some blacks think me too white. Similar, some whites think of me as too black. So where I fit into the picture? Do I need to get a chair, place it between a table of whites and a table of blacks and sit by myself?


That's one of the many reasons that I'm a gay nudist. Once you remove the clothes, there's nothing left to hide from anyone. Yes, the race is still obvious; that's never going to change. But what's also equally plain and obvious is that there's no anatomical difference whatsoever. Every man has a dick and an ass. They're just not all the same size or color. I've discovered that when naked, we're all, black, white or mixed, a little more relaxed about being together and are comfortable in socializing in groups irregardless of skin color.

Maybe it's because we're checking out each other's junk. Maybe we want to get a closer look at someone's cakes. It perhaps is due to an interesting tattoo that another dude has strategically placed on his body. Who knows and who cares? I mean, we're all nude because we want to be, right?

So maybe we should all get naked and fraternize in every one of life's situations. That way, we can get past the racial thing and start to become friends. That solution works fine for me! And you?

  

Mandingo: Actor From Yesteryear

Mandingo is the stage name of one of the few popular actors from our past. Good looking, light skinned and with a gymnast build, he was a familiar ass and cock in the 1980s pre-condom era. This was during a time with African-American and mixed race actors were not in a great demand in mainstream gay pornographic movies.

Mandingo was well-known for his generously sized cock, smooth chest and an ass that could receive any dick offered. He was very versatile in front of the camera and many times would go both ways in the same movie. His special talent was in any scene where his exceptional oral skills were featured.

Unusual for the times, Mandingo was able to avoid the cheaply produced Black films of the era and did most of his work with Falcon Studios. There are some scene clips of him currently available on their website. Some of the movies in which he received star credits are: Sex Magic, Weekend Lock Up, Dirt Bikes, Bronc Rider and Debauched Debauchery Orgies.

Half Breed (Mutt)

During my undergraduate years at Gallaudet University (the only liberal arts university for the Deaf in this country), I was often asked what racial identity I preferred. As the child of an European father (Greek) and an African mother (Nigerian), I was in limbo. Too white for some, too black for others, and then not enough for either race. I was an oddity on campus and sometimes popular because of this anamoly. I simply wanted to be me.

As a biracial Deaf, gay man, I just viewed myself as myself. I rejected the dispersion about my parents. After all, they were the two people who created me. I had both black and white families that I loved. Why did I need to make a choice? This question wasn"t limited to my collegiate peers. Everyone that I encountered seemed confused. Regardless of race, it felt that everyone I met looked at me the same, although most were too polite to inquire.

All this changed in November, 2008. I finally had a role model based on his credentials and not his celebrity. Mr. Senator Barack Obama of Illinois was elected as the President of the United States of America. I now had someone who mirrored my own life in the most powerful position on this planet. Not surprisingly, the questions concerning my identity ceased.

Thank you, Mr. President Obama, for being the success that many of us need. Not only have you achieved the impossible, you have also inspired millions to strive for perfection.