Sven Rebel - Joyful Gay Sex: The Ultimate Pleasure Guide

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On good intentions, and why the author wishes he had a proper gay sex guide thirty years ago.

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A diagram of pleasure, all about the cock and how to work it with your hands! Also: why men have nipples, balls, and rosebuds; how to get rid of hair; and where you can get piercings.

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The ultimate truth about superhuman sexual performance in pornos, and why sex in front of the camera can be good for your relationship.

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From proper cruising online, light in darkrooms, action in sex cinemas, hot sex in the sauna, dress codes at sex parties, and a road map to fucking in parks.

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On proper cock sucking, a guide to deep throating, and the eternal debate: spit or swallow?

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Everything you need to know about AIDS, safer sex, condoms, lube, and the insanity called bareback.

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All about proper fucking, bottoming, and the necessary preparations. Singing the praises of the prostate, how to douche correctly, and sensational anal sex in all the best positions.

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Using toys to change it up in bed. Dildos, plugs, and pumpsthe right toys for big boys, and how to clean them after use.

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From ecstasy to GHBhow bad are sex and party drugs, actually? What is maybe OK, and what is an absolute no.

From itching foreskin to oozing pus. From syphilis to public licean expert explains the most common sexual infections and how to avoid them.

Feet, fisting, sneakers, and latex. The ultimate guide to the wild country of fetishes.

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Why you can never finish writing a gay sex guide.

On good intentions, and why the author wishes he had a proper gay sex guide thirty years ago.

The year is 1984. Butterflies in my stomach, my heart pounding in my throat, I slip into a bookstore a mere fifteen miles from my parents house. Ive got a baseball cap pulled down over my ears, terrified someone will recognize me. Head down, I glance over the rows of books, passing among the shelves with no idea where to find what Im looking for. Then, with a courage born of desperation, I ask the woman at the cash register, mumbling, if they might happen to have any books about (at this point I was barely intelligible) homosexuality? For a school project, of course. Were studying it right now. In biology, blah blah blah

Of course, the woman knew immediately what was up and sent mein a barely audible, conspiratorial whisperto a shelf in the back left corner. There were a handful of books there, all on the subject of homosexuality. But which one should I choose? I couldnt flip through all of them. Then came my first disappointment: The books all seemed quite boring. Small print, full of text, lots of technical termsand the worst part: no pictures! These books were merely attempting to explain homosexuality, describing ways of coming to terms with ones sexuality, or how you could even know you were gay. But that was a question I didnt need to ask myself anymore. I was absolutely certain I was gay! I just wanted to know how I could have hot sex with enticing men, which none of these books addressed. On the other hand, I could have learned everything there was to know about the suicide rate caused by suppressed homosexuality or learned how to accept my deviance in activist discussion circles. But sucking? Fucking? Negative!

But I was curious about the real gay world, particularly since I was under all the pressure of my late-adolescent hormones, and they wanted experience. Were all gay men really cocksuckers and butt fuckers? Did gay men really stick their cocks into each others backsides? Then what would happen to the poop back there? Did you end up getting it stuck to your dick? If you did, what was so hot about that?

All I knew was that I wanted to touch a man, feel him, explore him, smell him. Whatever would follow was still a puzzle to me, and none of these books could help me. In the end, I bought a book that at least contained a drawing of a naked mandont forget that it wasnt so easy to find a picture of a cock in 1984. The Internet didnt exist yetthe underwear pages of your mothers Sears catalogue were the only place you could ogle mens intimate areas without difficulty. Even for years afterward, I kept looking in vain for a gay sex guide that was written the way I felt. Not from the perspective of a total sex god who sees stars at every orgasm, the way most sex guide authors claim. No, I wanted a book that would pique my curiosity, perhaps, without creating false hopes for perpetual ecstasy. Sex is about trying new things, making new discoveries, and above all a constant matter of trial and error. Not every practice is enjoyable, and some things will feel very differently with different men.

Of course, today its easy for young gay men to watch the most extreme porn films online. What you can stick in what orifice isnt much of a secret. But the Internet has no ready solutions for how to actually do those thingsand much more importantly, how you can even find someone to do them with. Sure, there are all sorts of Web sites whose professed aim is to connect you with a suitable partner for all sorts of monkey business, but there are risks involved in such sites that are not really discussed.

True, a lot has changed in recent years. The rights of gay and lesbian couples are increasing in many countries. Equality is on the rise. But lets be honest: at the age of eighteen, few guys are interested in a romantic wedding with another manthey just want to get as much good sex as possible.

A guide that would explain the basics of gay sex to methats what I could have used! Then I wouldnt have missed so many opportunities to have sex with hot men. If you know what youre doing, you can react appropriately when you get the chance.

When I think of all those missed opportunities

I went on a camping trip when I was fourteen. After a long talk by the campfire with a sixteen-year-old heartthrob, I had no idea how to react when he looked me deep in the eyes, rustled my hair, and said: If you were a girl, Id kiss you now! I would have liked nothing betterthe first big chance of my life. The only thing I could manage to say was an uptight Well, Im not a girl. And then I giggled like a twelve-year-old girl. He didnt feel like laughing, thoughhe just looked me in the eyes and gave a sigh of disappointment. So stupid!

Or when a well-known painter fell on his knees in front of me in a club and said I was as beautiful as a painting, and that he wanted to make me feel good. Again, all I could manage to do was walk away with an embarrassed laugh. Later I found out he gave some of the best head in the city. Another chance missed!

Or the seasoned man who offered me tea or something in Russell Square in front of the British Museum in Londonand I actually believed he just wanted to invite me for tea. Until my laughing friends revealed to me that Russell Square was a well-known cruising park, and this man was more interested in something than tea. If I had known that I would have gladly accepted!

Or my secret crush, a muscular opera singer who answered the door naked when I came to pick him up for a date, dangling his enormous dick in front of my nose and saying he just happened to be coming out of the showerand I actually believed he had lost track of time. So nave!

Or the steward on a flight to Philadelphia who told me about the big steaks they serve in Texas. If I wanted to know more about big beef, I should just come to him later up front. I would have loved to know everything about his personal beef but I missed the chance, thinking he actually wanted to sing the praises of the American meat industry.