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What Is Gay Sex?

It seems the word sex has many meanings. Bill Clinton got caught in the shaded area of the definition, the classic heterosexual male train of thought: sex does not occur unless I fuck her pussy. When Clinton uttered those infamous words, "I did not have sexual relations with that woman," he was providing a window into the male paradigm, one that bases the definition of sex on committing the act of laying the pipe. There's a few problems with this way of thinking about sex, none the least of which being a charge of perjury when under oath.

My now-bisexual lesbian friend who helped me realize I'm bisexual, was telling me about this time she hooked up with one of her lesbian friends for a one night stand. In the telling the story she said, "we had sex" and at that moment I realized -- neither of them has a penis so sex must mean a lot more than penile penetration. She told me about their tryst, and to her, the sex was everything that happened that night. Licking, sucking, grinding, kissing, fingering, fisting... everything. The whole experience was the sex, and since there was no penis or dildo involved, the meaning of the word had little to do with vaginal penetration.

I just read a really hot true story that got me thinking about gay experiences (again) and the meaning of the word sex. In the story, the blog's author, orange108, talks about his "truth or dare" sleep overs with one of his stepbrothers. They started with little touches of each other's dicks, then progressed to jerking and sucking each other off. Although they never had anal sex, in my opinion what they had was gay sex. And I'm jealous.

Sex has many meanings. Considering that not everyone has a penis, or one that gets hard, or one that's big enough to penetrate anything at all, and that they have a right to have sex as much as anyone, the word sex therefore must mean more than penetrating a pussy or ass with one's cock.

Leather Fetish Party

I simply love leather. The look and smell. The feel of it against my skin. I'd love to have this outfit: leather chaps, leather body harness, leather peek-a-boo brief, leather gloves and gauntlets, leather ball stretcher, metal cock ring. What a beautiful sight! I don't have or want the Prince Albert pictured here, but give me everything else. Served up with platform boots and a rock-hard erection.

I'd love to show up for a leather fetish play party wearing this. Most of the fetish parties I've heard about were supposedly no-touch/non-nudity type, no sex, no orgies. What the hell fun is that? I'd love to show up at a party like this, but have my glorious hard-on sticking out, socializing, chatting, sipping a drink, all the while my thumping member out and on display for all to see! I get hard at the thought of the exposure and vulnerability of my nude cock bound and visible to everyone in the room.

One day I may be lucky enough to attend or host a leather/fetish/play/touch/sex party. Until then it's all fantasy and wishful thinking.