“Learning to Fly” - Pink Floyd

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a wind swept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

(Friction lock, set
Mixtures, rich
Propellers, fully forward
Flaps, set - 10 degrees
Engine gauges and suction, check)

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer
My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can't keep my mind from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

That’s too bad, bud. I had a girlfriend back in the 80s who not only sucked my dick, but also swallowed what came out of it.

I didn’t marry her because she like to play stupid head games with me. Homey don’t play dat.

I prefer the precum to the full load, too. Sometimes, a bit of semen oozes out after I have edged myself for a long time, and I like to sniff it and taste it. I love the smell of semen! I rub it in my mustache when I get the pre-seminal fluid to come out. It’s a thin, watery liquid that is cloudy and smells like semen. I like the taste of this liquid, too!

I tell myself I’m going to eat my cum while I’m still stroking, and I always intend to do it. Sadly, though, when I shoot the full load in the end, the urge to eat what spurts out of my penis disappears with the first squirt.

Her loss.

There’s nothing wrong with that!

I believe in my cock!

Yah. A club where several guys with similar interests hang out while hanging out.

“Plain and Simple” - Mike + the Mechanics

I'd like my life to be simple
I need my life to be straight
I'd like to see my existence
Going great going great
Going great great great

I want my life to be easy
Need my life to be pure
I want to see my success is
Guaranteed that's for sure
That's for sure sure sure

Give me the simple life
The plain and the simple life
You've got to give me the simple life
The plain and the simple life

Don't want my life to be anxious
Don't need my life to be tense
I'd like to see my existence
Making sense making sense
Making sense sense sense

I'd like my life to be simple
Like my life to be plain
So don't you say that I ever
Live in vain live in vain
That's insane sane sane

Give me the simple life
The plain and the simple life
Give me the simple life
The plain and the simple

Give me the simple life
The plain and the simple life
Give me the simple life
The plain and the simple

“Time” - Pink Floyd

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home, cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
FAR away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

“Don’t Rush the Good Things” - Tina Turner

Bought me a bottle of wine
I'm gonna drink it tonight
And you can join me
It's gonna make us feel alright

Don't rush the good things
Don't rush the good things in life
Don't rush the good things
Don't rush the good things in life

I'm gonna sip it slowly
I'm not gonna rock it back
I am no historian, but I
I've learned from my past what I've learned

Don't rush the good things
Don't rush the good things in life
Don't rush the good things
Don't rush the good things in life

It's a slow job falling in love
It's a slow job
Falling in love, it's a slow job
Don't rush the good things tonight, oh

You and me, baby
No need to rush it tonight
'Cause we got all the time in the world
To get it back, get it back
Get it back, get it back
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it

Don't rush the good things
Don't rush the good things in life
Don't rush the good things
Don't rush the good things in life

'Cause it's a slow job, falling in love
It's a slow job tonight
It's a slow job, falling in love
Said it's a slow job tonight

Don't rush the good things
Don't rush the good things in life (yeah)
Don't rush the good things
Get it back, get it back
Get it back, get it back
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it

Don't rush the good things
Don't rush the good things tonight
We got all the time in the world
I said get it back, get it back
Get it back, get it back
Get it, get it, get it, get it

“Why Don’t You Get A Job” - The Offspring

My friend's got a girlfriend, man, he hates that bitch
He tells me every day
He says, "Man, I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of way"

She sits on her ass, he works his hands to the bone
To give her money every payday
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well, my friend, you gotta say

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way-ay-ay-ay
Na-na, why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way-ah, no way-ay-ay-ay
Na-na, why don't you get a job?

I guess all his money, well, it isn't enough
To keep the bill collectors at bay
I guess all his money, well, it isn't enough
'Cause that girl's got expensive taste

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way-ay-ay-ay
Na-na, why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way-ah, no way-ay-ay-ay
Na-na, why don't you get a job?

Well, I guess it ain't easy doing nothing at all, oh yeah
But, hey man, free rides just don't come along every day
(Let me tell you about my other friend now)

My friend's got a boyfriend, man, she hates that dick
She tells me every day
He wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well, my friend, you gotta say

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way-ay-ay-ay
Na-na, why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way-ah, no way-ay-ay-ay
Na-na, why don't you get a job?

I won't give you no money, I always pay
Na-na, why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way-ah, no way-ay-ay-ay
Na-na, why don't you get a job?

Hey, that's something everyone can enjoy

Okay, Karen.

No, I meant this entire useless forum. For one thing, this is a SEX site. Remember what that is? I do.

sex /sĕks/

noun

1. Sexual activity, especially sexual intercourse.

"hasn't had sex in months.”

2. The sexual urge or instinct as it manifests itself in behavior.

"motivated by sex.”

3. Either of the two divisions, designated female and male, by which most organisms are classified on the basis of their reproductive organs and functions.

"How do you determine the sex of a lobster?”

(The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 5th Edition)

For another thing, if you didn’t care, why did you feel compelled to make a comment?

You could have ignored it and scrolled past. But, no. Here you are, obviously feeling a little butt hurt, which compels you to comment when no comment at all would have sufficed.

Really! I should NOT have to point out the obvious to an alleged adult person, and yet, here I am, doing just exactly that!

Honestly, if you feel utterly compelled to inject politics into everything, including a dick pic website, cancel your account here and go somewhere else to do that. I’m sure there are literally dozens of other sites on the internet where you can stand on your little soapbox and blow your political hot air and nonsensical partisan opinions all over everyone else, and they probably wouldn’t mind very much.

It’s not like you could post pussy pics on any of those sites. Why post partisan political bullshit here?

Cover you up and leave you alone. Sex without consent is r@pe.

I was, like, two. I had discovered my own dick and I kept touching it. I’m still touching it.

This is what this forum is about:

“Every Time You Go Away” - Paul Young

Don't leave me all alone
Picking up the pieces (picking up the pieces)
Don't leave me all alone
Picking up the pieces (picking up the pieces)
Don't leave me all alone
Picking up the pieces (picking up the pieces)
Don't leave me all alone...

Hey
If we can solve any problem
Then why do we lose so many tears?
Oh, so you go again
When the leading man appears

Always the same thing
Can't you see
We've got everything
Going on and on and on

Every time you go away
You take a piece of me with you
Every time you go away
You take a piece of me with you, ooh

Go on
And go free, yeah
Maybe you're too close to see
I can feel your body move
Doesn't mean that much to me

I can't go on
Saying the same thing
Cause can't you see?
We got everything
Baby, even though you know

Every time you go away, yeah
You take a piece of me with you, oh
Every time you go away
You take a piece of me with you, ooh

Oh

I can't go on
Saying the same thing
Cause, baby
Can't you see?
We got everything
Going on and on and on

Every time you go away
You take a piece of me with you
Every time you go away
You take a piece of me with you

Picking up the pieces
Every time you go away (oooooh)
You take a piece of me with you (be careful)
Every time you go away (every time you go)
You take a piece of me with you
You take a piece of me
Every time you go away (oohh)
You take a piece of me with you (every time you go)

“Lullaby” - Frank Carter and the Rattlesnakes

Sleep, where have you gone?
It's been months now
And I'm coming undone
I keep being woken
By screams and tears
Sheer fucking terror
Ringing out in my ears

Sing you a lullaby
Every night
Just shut your eyes
We will be alright

Where have you gone?
We count the hours
While we wait for the sun
And I don't sleep
In the night-time now
And all my dreams have all gone to ground
Where have you gone?

Sing you a lullaby
Every night
Just shut your eyes
We will be alright

The stars in the sky
The moon and the tide
Your smile in the night
When I sing you a lullaby

Sleep, where have you gone?
We count the hours while we wait for the sun
And I don't sleep in the night-time now
And all my dreams have all gone to ground
Like the stars in the sky
Like the moon and the tide
Like your smile in the night
When I sing you a lullaby

Every night
Just shut your eyes
We will be alright
The stars in the sky
The moon and the tide
Your smile in the night
When I sing you a lullaby

“Grey Matter” - Oingo Boingo

They say you're stupid
That you're too young to vote
They say you'll swallow anything
That they shove down your throat

They say that you can't think
That you haven't got a brain
That you're just there to listen
That you're just being trained

There's something inside your head
There's something inside your head
There's something inside your head
There's something inside your head

They say you lost the ability to even think
That your tiny little brain
Slipped down the kitchen sink

They say that you'll buy anything
That they turn your way
That you'll listen to anything
That they decide to play

There's something inside your head
There's something inside your head
There's something inside your head
There's something inside your head

Grey matter, grey matter, ooh
Grey matter, grey matter, ooh
Grey matter, grey matter, ooh
Grey matter, grey matter, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Oooh
I think you like it, like it
To be told what to do, ain't that true?
Oooh
I think you're better, better, better off
Stone cold dead, without your head

They say you're stupid
That you're too young to vote
They say you'll swallow anything
That they shove down your throat

If they say, lie down, you'll do it
If they say, buy it now, you'll do it
If they say, turn around, you'll do it
If they say, hit the ground, you'll do it
If they say, bite the big weenie (do it, do it, do it)
If they say, wasn't that good (do it, do it, do it, do it)
If they say, bend over baby (do it, do it, do it, do it)
If they say, take it and like it (do it, do it, do it,do it)

There's something inside your head
There's something inside your head
There's something inside your head
There's something inside your head

Grey matter, grey matter, ooh
Grey matter, grey matter, ooh
Grey matter, grey matter, ooh
Grey matter, grey matter, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Grey matter
Ooh, ooh
Grey matter, grey matter
Grey matter, grey matter, ooh
Grey matter, grey matter

I love nature!

“Tommy’s Holiday Camp” - The Who

Good morning campers!

I'm your Uncle Ernie
And I welcome you
To Tommy's Holiday Camp

The camp with a difference
Never mind the weather
When you come to Tommy's
The holiday's forever

The camp with a difference
Never mind the weather
When you come to Tommy's
The holiday's forever

Welcome!

“Bad Company” - Bad Company

Company, always on the run
Destiny, is the rising sun
I was born, sixgun in my hand
Behind the gun, I'll make my final stand
That's why they call me

Bad company
I won't deny
Bad company
'Til the day I die
'Til the day I die

Rebel souls, deserters we are called
Chose a gun and threw away the sword
Now these towns, they all know our name
Sixgun sound is our claim to fame
I can hear them say

Bad company
I can't deny
Bad company
'Til the day I die
Oh, yeah

Bad company
I can't deny
Bad company
'Til the day I die

What I say now
It's bad company, oh yeah, yeah
Bad company
'Til the day I die

“Long Cool Woman” - The Hollies

Saturday night I was downtown
Working for the FBI
Sitting in a nest of bad men
Whiskey bottles piling high

Bootlegging boozer on the west side
Full of people who are doing wrong
Just about to call up the D.A. man
When I heard this woman singing a song

A pair of forty fives made me open my eyes
My temperature started to rise

She was a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5'9" beautiful 'n' tall
Just one look I was a bad mess
'Cos that long cool woman had it all

Woo!

I saw her heading to the table
Well, a tall walking big black cat
When Charlie said, I hope that you're able, boy
Well I'm telling you she knows where it's at

Well, suddenly we hear the sirens
And everybody started to run
A-jumping under doors and tables
Well, I heard somebody shootin' a gun

Well, the D.A. was pumping my left hand
And a-she was a-holding my right
Well, I told her, don't get scared
'Cos you're gonna be spared
I've gotta be forgiven if I wanna spend my living

With a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5'9" beautiful 'n' tall
Well with just one look I was a bad mess
'Cos that long cool woman had it all
Had it all, had it all, had it all
Had it all, had it all, mmm had it all (she had it all)

Nudist at home. There are no resorts or beaches within driving distance here, so I am a stay-at-home nudist. In the summer, I enjoy going out in the backyard nude to exercise the dog in the evening. Nights get cold in a hurry here after the sun sets, so I can be outside after dark only for a half hour or so.

Right now, I am wearing only a pair of comfy socks! The wife isn’t a nudist, but she doesn’t complain when I am nude all day long.

I’ve never answered the door that way, though. I don’t think many of the people who show up here from time to time would be quite as understanding as the missus.

Not sure about this one, but it was my dad who might have busted me the first time. Maybe.

I was about 13 or 14, and I had begun to stay up late to watch television. In those days, one or more of the five or six channels we could get with our rotating antenna (which included two Canadian channels and depending on the weather. One of the NBC channels could be hard to get some nights) would show some pretty interesting stuff after midnight, unlike today, where you can have 500 channels and there will still be absolutely nothing on.

The urge suddenly hit me sometime between 0100 hours and 0200 hours, so I went off into an alcove on one side of the room to cuff my precious carrot. I was still fully dressed, so I had just dropped my pants down to my knees and laid back on the floor, facing the living room. I could see the entire living room, thinking that if someone came out, I could cover up and no one would be the wiser, except for yours truly.

Dumb kid. I was completely and utterly wrong about that.

I was going at it quite vigorously, sliding the skin of my stiff willy up and down, when all of a sudden out pops my dad from a side door in his underwear. He had gone to bed hours ago. He looked right at me, annoyed, and told me to turn down that damned TV, and then went to take a leak. I pulled up my pants, turned down the damned TV, and sat on the sofa, avoiding making eye contact with him when he came through again to go back to bed. He didn’t say anything more than that I should have been in bed at that hour of the night.

That was the closest I came to having a parent catch me, literally with my pants down.

I think.

My younger brother, on the other hand, busted me big time a couple of times, that I know about for sure.

First time was a couple of years later when we lived in an upstairs apartment with old fashioned locks on the doors. You could look through the key hole right to the toilet in the bathroom. The toilet sat sideways to the door, about eight feet away or so. I was sitting on it one night, leaning back with my legs stretched out in front of me and stroking my hard teen-aged cock, when I heard a noise at the bathroom door. Someone was out there!

Turns out, it was my bro, watching me stroke my pride and joy. I was kind of prudish at the time, and annoyed, so I ended up stuffing toilet paper in the key hole, ending his free show right then and there.

I have no idea how many times he may have watched me through that key hole before that night, though.

A year or so later, we had moved, again. I got caught in a rainstorm one summer afternoon, getting completely soaked. I made it home and stripped off my wet clothes. Being all of about maybe 15 or 16 at the time, and naked, I naturally got an erection and I laid back on my bed to address that very pressing issue.

I had been sharing a bedroom with my brother since we were little, so there were not many opportunities for me to get completely naked and openly pull my pud at any time during the daylight hours. The bedroom we occupied in that small rental cabin we had moved to wasn’t really a bedroom, but the sun room right at the front of the cabin. It was at ground level, so you could look right into the room if you happened to be walking by the front of the place.

Being a sunroom, it had windows. Lots and lots of windows. Like, windows all across the front of the cabin. And the curtains were all open.

So, there I was, lying back on my bed in broad daylight, a dumb skinny kid, buck-ass nekkid, slowly jacking my stiff dick (much to my great pleasure, I might add), and who should suddenly come strolling up outside, looking directly into our “bedroom" but my little brother! We actually made eye contact. I covered up in a flash, being the prude that I was at the time.

Goddammit! Can’t a fellow have a little quality time alone with his stiff pecker in private?

I can’t remember the conversation we had a few seconds later, but I know I felt pretty awkward about getting caught with my dick in my hand!

Dumb kid!

No.

She wouldn’t do it, anyway, even if I liked it.

“Band of Gold” - Freda Payne

Now that you're gone
All that's left is a band of gold
All that's left of the dreams I hold
Is a band of gold
And the memories of what love could be
If you are still here with me

You took me from the shelter of my mother
I had never known or loved any other
We kissed after taking vows
But that night on our honeymoon
We stayed in separate rooms

I wait in the darkness of my lonely room
Filled with sadness, filled with gloom
Hoping soon
That you'll walk back through that door
And love me like you tried before

Since you've been gone
All that's left is a band of gold
All that's left of the dreams I hold
Is a band of gold
And the dream of what love could be
If you were still here with me

Oh, don't you know that I wait
In the darkness of my lonely room
Filled with sadness, filled with gloom
Hoping soon
That you'll walk back through that door
And love me like you tried before?

Since you've been gone
All that's left is a band of gold
All that's left of the dreams I hold
Is a band of gold
And the dream of what love could be
If you were still here with me

Since you've been gone
All that's left is a band of gold...
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Man, this is a sad song! I had never really listened to the lyrics before!

I refer to the Glove as the Glove, because I’m a smartass. lol

I was born in Ludington, lived north of Grand Rapids for a while (Sparta area), and then got dragged over to the Thumb (Lexington and Croswell) when Dad got a job offer there. Did two years in Meyer Elementary in Lexington (5th and 6th grade), then did time in Cros-Lex junior high and high school (one of the worst school systems in the State outside of Detroit at the time. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it).

Parents got divorced in ’76 or ’77 (her cheatin’ heart) and the woman who gave birth to me dragged us four kids all around Sanilac County because she kept pissing off our landlords and getting us evicted when she wasn’t banging bar flies at the Colonial, a bar in Lexington at the time. My dad headed to Florida for a while after they split up. When he came back, I didn’t go live with him because the woman who gave birth to me had my head twisted up pretty badly. I missed a lot of years getting to know Dad better because of her. Turns out, he was a pretty good guy.

My senior year was endured in Mason County, in a school in one of the little towns that wasn’t Ludington, which was a little bit better than what I went through at Cros-Lex. Lived with my maternal grandparents that year. They were cool. I miss them, especially Grandpa.

I got the hell out of there in 1980 by joining the Navy, otherwise, I’d probably still be po’ white trash living in a rented singlewide somewhere in Mason County, on some backwoods gravel road. Career opportunities were rather meager, and low paying, during that time. It was, stay and stagnate, or flee and fly.

I left the state with zero regrets. I’m doing much better now.

That’s weird about the Florida skeeters. Michigan mosquitos are little bitches, 24/7. The state bird shouldn’t be the robin; it should be the mosquito.

Good one to start off with!

“Dirty Laundry” - Don Henley

I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something
Something I can use
People love it when you lose
They love dirty laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor
But I wound up here
I just have to look good
I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em all around

We got the bubble headed
Bleached blonde
Comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash
With a gleam in her eye
It's interesting when people die
Give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation
Is the head dead yet
You know the boys in the newsroom
Got a running bet
Get the widow on the set
We need dirty laundry

You don't really need to find out
What's going on
You don't really want to know
Just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're stiff
Kick 'em all around

(Kick 'em when they're up)
(Kick 'em when they're down)
(Kick 'em when they're up)
(Kick 'em when they're down)

(Kick 'em when they're up)
(Kick 'em when they're down)
(Kick 'em when they're stiff)
(Kick 'em all around)

Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers
In everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry

We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done
We haven't told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry

I left the Glove in 1980. I miss the autumns there, and that’s about it. I certainly do NOT miss the mosquitos, nor do I miss the jackasses who are occupying Lansing! As my grandfather used to say, “Rotten sonsabitches!"