#Oklahoma State Wrestling

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NC State vs Oklahoma State wrestling

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At Power And Might, I've put up some great links for those who aspire to be wrestlers and learn from some of the best grapplers and legends of today. On the right side of the blog, scroll to Wrestling Links where you can find some of the very best material on the art of wrestling from Catch Wrestlers such as Josh Barnett, Joel Bane, Harry Smith & Neil Melanson to Legends of CACC such as Yoshiaki Fujiwara and Kazushi Sakuraba. There's also kick ass resources for Amateur Wrestlers who want to up their game on the mat whether in High School, NCAA's or even at the Olympic Level with Champions and Olympic Medalists such as John Smith from Oklahoma State, Iowa Legends Tom & Terry Brands, World Record Holder Wade Schalles and Olympian Gable Steveson.

So much you can find to take your grappling to greater levels than you can imagine. Learn about the art of pinning, takedown fundamentals, submissions that will make your opponent beg for mercy, offensive and defensive maneuvers your opponent won't see coming and so much more. Dominate on the mat, octagon or the ring.

#wrestling #mma #submissions #catchwrestling #CACC #takedowns #pinning #legends #grappling #amateurwrestling #olympians #champions #wrestler #fundementals #oldschool

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Brayden Thompson

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Austin Yant and Travis Wittlake (https://camkramerphoto.smugmug.com/College-Wrestling/2019-2020-College-Wrestling/UNI-vs-Oklahoma-State-012520/165lbs-Travis-Wittlake-Oklahoma-State-maj-dec-Austin-Yant-UN/)

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You're Not Doin' Fine, Oklahoma!

In case you haven't heard last December AEW filmed one of their shows in Oklahoma. On this show AEW star Nyla Rose had a squash match honestly the same type of squash match she's had dozens of times now. And before I go any further into what happened as a result I just want to point out that Nyla Rose has an online merch store with plenty of awesome designs. I personally love the cereal box design myself! https://www.prowrestlingtees.com/catalogsearch/result/?q=+Nyla+rose

It turns out that the Oklahoma Athletic Commission has a snitch line in case YOU catch a transgender individual living their life within the confines of the state. What did this result in? Well it resulted in AEW being issued a warning at the January board meeting that if they let it happen again there would be 'punitive damages'. Here's a quick little video snippet from a wrestling news site in the UK talking about it. (Spoilers they do reveal that professional wrestling isn't actually real.) https://youtu.be/kPsyIQpRXyI?si=t1F-MWa0ziai3W-m&t=448 Also for all you TERFs, and transphobes going on about how it's enough of a sport. You need to research all the times where it's legally been deemed a performance and not a competition. I'll start you off with the easiest most well known one; New Jersey State Senate 1989. That was the case that proved globally that wrestling was rigged, fake, etc. I know that many of you are allergic to facts but if there are some that do want to know you can start your search. Anyhow, though I shouldn't be I am surprised that a governmental agency believes professional wrestling is.

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Oklahoma State Wrestling

[elitehanitje]

“Well, I would like to talk about that story with the Oklahoma State Athletic Commission and the warning they issued against AEW when we featured Nyla Rose on a show in Oklahoma City last December.  I was really surprised by this; it was not something I was expecting and of course, I was disappointed by the commission’s position by that warning, I don’t think we did anything wrong. I’m really, really shocked by it.

I don’t think there should be discrimination against transgender wrestlers or transgender people at all. They have rights, and to that end, I absolutely stand by Nyla Rose. AEW stands by Nyla Rose and all transgender people who want to play sports. And this is wrestling, there was nothing wrong with it.

Nyla Rose is a great wrestler, she’s a great world champion and I love Nyla. I love working with Nyla and she’s been a great part of our history, she was the first transgender world champion ever, and she’s a great part of the AEW Together program. She does a ton for the community, she’s a great person with a great heart.

She’s very supportive of the other wrestlers, one of the funniest people on social media; I’ve personally nominated Nyla to TBS for the best social media presence on more than one occasion over the years. She’s an AEW original, she’s been part of this team since 2019, going back to the first year of AEW, the first shows, and the first Dynamite.

And look at everything Nyla has accomplished, and to just put that label on her, it’s just not right. She’s much more than that. She’s a great athlete and I hope everybody can look at Nyla and see that she’s a great wrestler and she deserves the same chances as everybody else. And if the AEW locker room — which consists of people from all over the world, all kinds of different backgrounds, beliefs — if everybody in the locker room can embrace Nyla, I would hope that the Oklahoma Commission could do the same thing.”

-- Tony Khan

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Black American Cowboy & Rodeo Culture in Arizona

"Since it first began in 2011, the Arizona Black Rodeo has become one of the biggest and most renowned Black American cultural and educational gatherings in the Grand Canyon State. The event celebrates the rich history and contributions of Black cowboys and cowgirls. It seeks to preserve this often-overlooked part of American history while providing a thrilling and family-friendly experience. Here, participants compete and shed light on the significant role Black Americans have played in shaping the heritage of the Southwest.

"Over 100 cowboys and cowgirls participate, hailing from Arizona, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico and California. The Arizona Black rodeo commences with the performance of the Black National Anthem, followed by grand entry celebrations and a tribute to the Buffalo Soldiers. Some of the main attractions of the Arizona Black Rodeo include bull riding, steer wrestling, saddle bronc and bareback riding, and barrel racing." (x)

Black American cowboy and rodeo culture is a long-standing tradition dating back to the 1800s. They even had a 4-year-old cowgirl out there this year ❤️

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U.S. Army Warrior Fitness Team Member

Capt. Brian Harris

Capt. Brian Harris, was born in Edmond, Oklahoma and graduated from Edmond North High School in 2009. He was a member of the high school’s baseball and wrestling teams throughout high school. He enlisted in the Oklahoma Army National Guard in August of 2009 as a firefinder radar operator (13R) in field artillery. While serving in the Guard from 2009 to 2013, Harris attended the University of Oklahoma and actively participated in the Army ROTC program. During this time, he was introduced to functional fitness and began competing at a high level at various competitions around the country. In 2013, Harris commissioned into the Regular Army as a Medical Service Corps officer and that year was selected as one of twenty two medical service officers to attend flight training and be trained as an aeromedical evacuation officer (67J) / UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter pilot.

Harris’ assignment history includes Fort Rucker, Alabama where he attended Army flight school followed by Fort Carson, Colorado as a section leader, platoon leader and staff operations officer for the 2nd General Support Aviation Battalion, 4th Combat Aviation Brigade. During his time with 4th CAB, Harris participated in several full-scale training exercises and served one nine-month deployment to Afghanistan in support of Operation’s Freedom Sentinel and Resolute Support providing aeromedical evacuation services across RC-East and RC-North. In 2016, he was named the 4th Infantry Division’s “Junior Officer of the Year” for his efforts both in combat and garrison. After his time in Colorado, Harris returned to Fort Rucker to serve as the operations officer for their Air Ambulance Detachment (110th Aviation Brigade) known as “Flatiron” providing 24/7 crash rescue support to the Aviation Center of Excellence, as well as, routine support to 6th Ranger Training Battalion at Eglin Air Force Base and support to the local civilian population in accordance with the Wiregrass Letter of Agreement.

Harris is a CrossFit Level 2 certified trainer and master fitness trainer (phase 1) and has accumulated more than 700 hours of one-on-one and group coaching time teaching functional fitness methodologies to servicemembers and civilians enabling them to reach their fitness and lifestyle goals. He has competed at the local, regional and national level in functional fitness competitions. Under the old CrossFit season format, Harris was a 2 time regional qualifier and recently represented the United States of America as a member of the national team at the International Federation of Functional Fitness World Championships in Malmo, Sweden (2018).

His awards and decorations include the Air Medal with “C” device, Air Medal, Army Commendation Medal with 2 bronze oak leaf clusters, Army Achievement Medal with 3 bronze oak leaf clusters, Meritorious Unit Citation (2-4 GSAB, 4CAB), National Defense Service Medal, Afghanistan Campaign Medal, Global War on Terrorism Service Medal, Army Service Ribbon, Overseas Service Ribbon, NATO Medal, Combat Action Badge, Basic Army Aviator’s Badge, Parachute Badge, and the Air Assault qualification badge.

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Joe Smith, Oklahoma State wrestling

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niche topic incoming i don’t post about wrestling very often but this one merits note.

professional wrestling company AEW has a transgender woman who works for them by the name of Nyla Rose. after running a show recently in Oklahoma where Nyla had a match on the card, AEW apparently got this letter from the state warning them against her ever performing in the state again.

the state of Oklahoma has officially worked themselves into a shoot.

cc @la-mancha-screwjob

source: twitter

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Jaxen Wright

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If anyone here wants proof for how ludicrous anti-trans sports bans can be, the state of Oklahoma has sent out a warning to All Elite Wrestling for having transwoman wrestler Nyla Rose wrestling against a ciswoman wrestler Alejandra Lion.

As in pro wrestling.

As in that sport that is scripted and not real. The sport where the fighting is choreographed. The sport where no one has an advantage except the people the writer thinks should win.

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STORY: My First Bukkake Party

by Brock Archer

OMG! I couldn’t believe I was surrounded by two dozen hot men beating their meat and spooging all over the hairy muscle stud on the workout bench. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

My name is Colt, and yes, you could call me a cowboy. I grew up on a small ranch on the outskirts of Nowhere, Nebraska. As you can imagine, there weren’t lots of opportunities for a gay teenager in a rural area to explore and learn about his sexuality. So, when I graduated from high school, I got the hell out of there and went straight…uh…directly… to San Francisco, the gay capital of the world. San Francisco State University, to be exact. I had earned excellent grades in high school, so I could have gone to any of the most prestigious schools on either coast, but I wanted to go where I could experience the full range of what it means to be gay. I was looking for a different kind of education, and man, did I get it.

Josh and I met at freshman orientation and become fast friends—“fast” having a couple of different meanings here. We are so much alike. We had both played sports in high school and were ripped: both 5’10”, 42” chest and 30” waist. Brown eyes and brown hair, though his is a little lighter than mine.

Like me, Josh had come from a small town (in a remote corner of Outhouse County, Oklahoma) and was also eager to explore his sexuality. We began by exploring each other, and we branched out from there. We are both versatile—for now at least. Josh tends to lean more to the bottom, and I’m more of a top, but we decided to experience both sides until we had learned everything we could.

Both of our cocks are just over 6”, a little bit more than the average but still within the “normal” range. Actually, I’m quite sure that my cock is just a tad bigger than Josh’s, and we argued often about this issue. Those arguments usually led to wrestling matches, which led to rough sex. The rule was that whoever won the wrestling match got to fuck the shit out of the other one. Of course, I always won the wrestling matches…except on those rare occasions when I would let Josh think he had won because I was in one of my rare moods to feel a hard dick up my ass.

Just after Josh and I got settled into our dorm, we immediately logged onto our favorite hook-up sites and a few more we had never heard of before, and from there, we arranged one-night hookups, got invitations to bate parties, and found out which gay bars were best for cruising and which ones had dark corners and back rooms.

We especially liked the leather bars, sports bars, and country-western bars, and we never failed to score at any of them—often two or three times a night—sometimes back in our dorm room or at the other guys’ places but just as often right there in the bars. I can thank those bars for giving me the opportunity to experience sex on a pool table for the first time—but definitely not the last.

At the country-western bars, we didn’t have to pretend to be cowboys. We were cowboys, and we had the well-worn boots, Wrangler jeans, leather belts with large silver buckles, plaid shirts, and Stetsons to prove it.

When we went to sports bars, I would wear a San Francisco Giants baseball cap, a skin tight tank top, and 49ers gym shorts or sweat pants. Most of the time, I went commando—not only because it was comfortable and more revealing, but also for the ease of access (wink, wink). Sometimes, though, I would borrow some of Josh’s designer underwear, the kind with a built-in cock ring to lift my junk and push my dick forward. Not that I really needed the help, but the extra advertising certainly didn’t hurt.

At the leather bars, of course I wore leather, but not the biker kind that you usually see in such places. My leather gear consisted of cowboy leather: brown chaps, gambler’s vest, and suede jacket.

To experience a long fetish itch, we once sneaked into the athlete’s gym at San Jose State University and fucked on a mattress of jock straps that we had swiped from the lockers. Most of the jocks smelled like they hadn’t been washed all semester. The stench was awful, but that was the whole point. We didn’t want the kind of proper, sanitized sex tolerated—if not always practiced—by Presbyterians back in Nebraska and Oklahoma. We wanted sex that was raunchy, stinking, vulgar, raw…and real.

To be fair, not all of the jocks were rancid. A few were actually fresh. Those were the ones we used to wipe up the cum we spewed everywhere. Josh and I both walked away with personal souvenirs.

From going to the bath houses in Oakland and San Jose, we learned that we are both voyeurs and exhibitionists. We like to watch, and we especially love being watched. We even got spit roasted in the middle of Folsom Street during the annual festival.

We checked out every exhibit at the festival and volunteered for every demonstration we could. We sampled bondage, flogging, gangbanging, E-stim, fisting, edging, rimming, water sports, and all kinds of toys and gear—from both the giving and receiving ends.

Not all of it really appealed to us, but we figured we’d never know until we tried it, and man, we tried everything. Or at least, I thought I had tried everything until Josh burst into our dorm room one day exclaiming, “Colt, you won’t believe what I found.”

Waving his smart phone at me as he plopped his ass down next to me, he practically yelled, “Look!”

It was a link from one of our favorite fuck apps, a link that led to party announcements. We had both been to sex parties that freshman year—separately and together—but this one was different. “What’s a bukkake party?” I asked.

“Scroll through the screens,” he pressed.

As I did, I found pictures of a bunch of guys circling around another guy and jizzing all over him. “Fucking hot!” I gushed.

“It’s this weekend,” blubbered Josh. “Apparently, these two guys in Sausalito host a party about once a month, and the next one is this Saturday.”

Josh went on to explain that participation was limited to 20 men, and we had to apply by sending our E-mail address. We had both set up extra accounts with aliases, so we used those to sign up. Fortunately, we got in before everyone else beat us to it.

Josh and I both were super hyped and super horny all week just daydreaming about the adventure ahead. We jerked off and screwed even more than usual those last few days.

As we drove up to the house at the address we were given, we could tell right away that the inhabitants had money. The place was a fucking mansion. A valet dressed (or undressed) like a Chippendale dancer met us under the porte cochere and directed us to the front door, where we were met by an ultra-sexy blond-haired, blue-eyed hunk in his early 30s. His entire wardrobe consisted of nothing but a cock ring, which bolstered his already considerable assets.

“Welcome, men. I’m Scott,” he said, extending a firm, masculine hand. “Come on in and get comfortable,” which really meant, “Get naked.”

Directly in front of us, several men were removing their clothes and putting them in brown paper bags, on which they wrote their names (real or fake) with a black marker. We followed their lead and drew flattering gawks and whistles from some of the guys. Josh and I were used to that because we were both handsome, muscular, and approachable (i.e., slutty).

From that room, French doors led to the patio, where we found more guys—ranging from our age to 70 or more. Neither Josh nor I had ever expressed a particular interest in older men, but we were quite surprised at how hot some of the older men looked. Most of the men were completely naked, and some had even started warming up before the main event, though the first hour was supposed to be just for socializing. I guess it all depends on your definition of “socializing.”

There were men of all types. Tall, short, and in between. White, black, Asian, and mixed. Blonds, brunettes, and gingers. Average-looking guys, muscle jocks, pretty boys, and gorgeous hunks who looked like underwear models. Most of the guys had dicks that looked to be average, though most were not yet sporting full erections. Once they did, we found that some even exceeded 9 inches.

Some of the men retained their underwear, though none left much to the imagination. Several were dressed in leather, though some of those wore chaps that exposed their junk or their asses.

Several coolers lined the edge of the pool. These contained various drinks ranging from bottled water to sodas to an array of beers. Josh and I each took a beer and began to mingle. As we did, most of the guys took the opportunity to lay hands on us, squeezing our biceps, ass cheeks, or dicks, placing their arms around our shoulders or hugging us so tightly that our cocks rubbed against each other. One guy, a beefy bear, walked up to me and, without a word, assaulted my mouth as if he were trying to tongue-fuck my tonsils. Some guys might have been put off by such aggressiveness, but I ate it up, and Josh loved watching me succumb.

I don’t know about Josh, but I had learned that I am not really either a dom or a sub, a master or a slave, but I can lean either way up to a point. I learned that you don’t have to go all the way in either direction, and you don’t always have to stay in one role. You can just do what feels right under the circumstances.

Nearly all of the men were complete strangers to us, but we did recognize two familiar faces at the other end of the patio. One was Josh’s chemistry professor, whom I dubbed Dr. Beast. He was ruggedly handsome, giving the appearance more of a construction worker than a university professor. I made a mental note to log onto the registrar’s Website as soon as we got back to our dorm and pre-register for his fall class. I had not really been looking forward to taking chemistry—not really my bag—but this was a man I was definitely eager to exchange test tubes with.

The other familiar face was a guy from my American history class my first semester. I almost didn’t recognize him without his nerdy reading glasses and frumpy sweaters. Many people are quite surprised to learn how cold the air coming off the ocean and the bay can make San Francisco feel. Mark Twain once said that the coldest winter he ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. Being from Nebraska, I was used to the cold, but this kid was from southern Arizona and bundled up every day for our early morning class.

I say “kid” because he looked younger than his age. Being no more than 5’6” no doubt contributed to that impression, but so did his really cute baby face. He had a nice bod, though—a swimmer’s build, lean but with strong legs, arms, and shoulders. And to top it all off, he had the most delectable ass I had ever seen. I could just imagine his sphincter muscles milking my dick and balls dry.

Dr. Beast and Chip (we later learned was his name) crossed the patio to greet us, and by the time they reached us, my dick was as stiff as a board, and Josh’s was gaining on me rapidly. We reached out to shake their hands, and they extended theirs in return, but they did not take our hands. They grabbed our boners and took a couple of lustful tugs. Dr. Beast even pumped his dick in tandem with mine with his big, husky hand. Damn, this was going to be a really fun party.

Suddenly, the rock music that had been blaring from patio speakers ceased, and Scott, the blond cock-ring-wearing guy, though he was one of the tallest men there, stepped up onto a weight bench to draw everyone’s attention. An extremely handsome dark-haired and furry middle-aged man offered his shoulder to brace Scott as he ascended. Though the second man was totally naked, I imagined him as one of the actors in a porn flick, the ones that feature middle-aged executives in Brooks Brothers suits pounding away at the coffee boy. Uhhh, cream and sugar, sir?

“For the benefit of the first-timers,” said Scott, “let’s go over the rules. Most of you know my partner Chuck,” the man whose shoulder he leaned on. “As tonight’s guest of honor,” he continued, “Chuck will take the throne,” which was actually the adjustable weight bench that Scott was standing on. The choice of “furniture” was not really surprising since Scott and Chuck both looked like they had spent lots of time in the gym.

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“There’s really just one rule,” said Scott: “all the cum belongs to the guest of honor. All of it gets dumped on Chuck. You can fuck his mouth or even his ass, you can ride his cock” (which was already hard and sticking straight up), “you can even play with each other however you wish, but when you’re ready to come, you must shoot it onto Chuck. If you find yourself exploding uncontrollably into a condom or another guy’s mouth, you must transfer the baby batter onto Chuck’s face or into his mouth.” Though I had seen what Scott was talking about in the videos that Josh and I had watched, I was really turned on by the way that Scott explained it. Hell, I was turned on by everything Scott did. He and Chuck were both fucking hot.

“Since no one has signed up to be the clean-up man this month, I will assume that role,” Scott continued. I was not sure what that meant at first, but it soon became pretty obvious.

With the preliminaries out of the way, Scott hopped down from the bench, which he then adjusted to a 45-degree angle, a comfortable level for most of our cocks to reach Chuck’s mouth easily.

The beefy bear who had accosted me was the first to shove his big cock down Chuck’s throat. Chuck gagged, but his eyes revealed that he really wanted that cock. As Mr. Bear fucked Chuck’s mouth, the rest of us played with our dicks as we worked up a good load in anticipation of our turn. Some of the guys stroked their own dicks, and some pumped others’. Some made out, and some sucked each other up to a fever pitch.

In no time at all, Mr. Bear had filled his balls with man juice. He pulled out of Chuck’s mouth and held it open as he aimed his spew into the hunk’s mouth. Some of the shots hit their target, some landed on Chuck’s face, and some dripped off his chin onto his hairy chest. Scott immediately sprang into action as the clean-up man, licking up the cum that had missed Chuck’s mouth and feeding it to him. They snowballed and then kissed, passing the nectar between them. I thought it was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen in my life. I wasn’t sure who I envied more, the guest of honor or the clean-up man.

As each man neared his climax, he approached Chuck and drenched him in cum. At times, two or even three guys unloaded at once, and Scott dutifully performed his clean-up duties. A couple of guys swapped their loads with Scott before depositing them into Chuck’s eager mouth.

While Chuck was getting his face lathered, some of the guys played with his nipples or his dick. Some rode his stiff cock, and others fucked his ass with their fingers or dicks. Chuck was getting worshipped from every angle and in every way possible. God, I envied him.

I wasn’t ready to shoot yet, and I desperately wanted Chuck’s big cock, so when one guy rose off of it, I grabbed my chance. I positioned myself at the foot of the bench and bent over to swallow Chuck’s manhood. As I began to suck, I felt someone’s feet between mine, spreading them farther apart. Then, I felt two strong hands spreading my ass cheeks. I thought for sure I was about to get shafted, and I was eager for the opportunity, but instead of a cock against my ass, I felt a wet tongue. Some guy was eating me out, and he was doing a hell of a job at it. I thought I was going to come just from the fantastic rim job.

It was useless to look back to see who this tongue master was since his face was buried in my ass, but then he stopped, rose up, and positioned his dick against my opening. Before he entered, though, he spit on his cock several times to lube it. The feral nature of his approach turned me on big time. With his cock and my hole both wet from his saliva, he entered me, slowly at first, and then with one hard thrust after another. He worked up a rhythm and picked up speed, and in no time he was pounding my ass and nailing my prostate like a jack hammer. It was rough. And glorious.

Sensing that Chuck was getting close and not wanting him to shoot just yet, I withdrew my mouth from his dick, which caused him to gurgle through a mouth full of cum, “No! No! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” But I had a different plan and apparently so did the man with his cock in my ass. When he withdrew as well, I looked back to discover that he was none other than Dr. Beast.

The construction worker masquerading as a chemistry professor threw his strong arms around my chest, lifted me up into the air, and set me back down on Chuck’s raging cock, which I proceeded to ride like a wild stallion needing to be broken. Despite having two cocks in his mouth and cum spraying all over him, Chuck maintained enough concentration to buck back, pounding my ass balls deep. I thought he was going to tear me apart, and I couldn’t think of a better way to go.

With each smack, my own dick flopped against the treasure trail adorning his lower belly. That action alone was enough to bring me to the verge of a climax. Without even touching my cock, I shot volley after volley, the first one flying right over Chuck’s head and landing on the cock of a man standing over him. The next two hit him in the face, and the rest trailed down his hirsute chest and abs.

Nearly exhausted, I started to dismount my stud, but Dr. Beast quickly intervened, pushing me back down onto Chuck’s still-hard cock. Then, he really shocked me by shoving me face to face with Chuck. I felt the cum I had just unloaded squishing between my body and Chuck’s, between my cheek and his. As the Beast held my head down next to Chuck’s, he slid his cock alongside Chuck’s in my tight asshole. Yes, with Chuck’s dick and Dr. Beast’s cock both inside of me now, I was getting double-fucked for the first time in my life. Meanwhile, guys continued to jizz all over not only Chuck’s face, but now also over mine.  

My sphincter muscles and Dr. Beast’s cock both felt the pulsations in Chuck’s dick and knew that he was about to burst, so the Beast quickly pulled out of my ass and lifted me off of Chuck’s missile just as Chuck began to explode. Once Chuck’s juices had completely soaked his body and face, the professor again pressed my body over Chuck’s and my face against his. Chuck and I swam in the warm sauces we shared.

Dr. Beast’s resolve evaporated also as he shot his wad over my lower back. Momentarily, I felt a tongue lapping up those juices, followed by a hand grabbing the hair on the back of my head and pulling me upright again. I assumed, naturally, that it was the Beast, but it turned out to be Josh, who had been standing nearby, delighting in my public and thrilling humiliation. I expected him to snowball the Beast’s love nectar into my mouth, but instead he spit it onto my face.

Before I could even conceptualize what had just happened, Josh grabbed one of my arms, practically dragged me to the other end of the bench, and laid my head next to Chuck’s. He pulled on my jaw, forcing my mouth open. At the same time, Dr. Beast positioned Scott in the same fashion. With three receptacles now, Dr. Beast and Josh jerked off, shooting their streams across our three orifices. Before Scott and I could reposition, more guys lined up for target practice, showering us with sperm from all directions.

As the three of us tried frantically to keep up with the pace of the jizz blasting our mouths and faces, a very tall black man straddled Chuck’s chest, fucking the cleavage between Chuck’s well-developed pecs and then impaling his mouth with his monster cock. Though Chuck tried desperately to take the entire 9 inches, he just could not manage, so the black man laid one hand behind my head and one behind Scott’s and pulled us together to lick and suck the base of his massive cock while Chuck sucked on the rest of it. Scott wrapped his lips around one side of the man’s tool, and I worked on the other. When the man ultimately pulled out and splashed his juices all over Chuck’s face, the three of us—Chuck, Scott, and I—launched into a three-way cum kiss.

For most of the guys, that was just the end of round one. Everyone came at least twice (even the older men), and some even came three or four times.

Pleasantly drained, men began to trip all over themselves trying to put their pants back on and stumble out of the house sometime after midnight. Josh and I exchanged phone numbers with most of them. “Hope to see you again next month,” said several of them as we kissed goodnight. “Definitely,” we assured them.

As Josh and I gathered up our clothes, Scott caught us by surprise. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

“Well, we thought the party was—”

“Fuck it,” Chuck exclaimed from the doorway. “Spend the night,” he added. “My belly is full, but so are my balls. Scott and I have gotten off only once tonight. We’ve had loads of cum, but now we could use some ass. We’re up for it if you are.”

Josh and I both gushed as we tried to contain our enthusiasm.

As our hosts led us to their bedroom, we passed several guys sprawled out on couches and some even on the floors. “They’re either too exhausted or too drunk to drive home,” explained Scott. “We’d rather they crash here than try to make it home.”

“Besides,” smirked Chuck, “who knows which ones might be ready for another round tomorrow morning?”

We ended up spending the entire weekend with Scott and Chuck, in and out of bed, and as it turned out, bukkake was not our only first-time experience. Josh and I had sandwiched before, but never in a four-man chain and never rotating through all the positions.

I had just experienced double penetration for the first time, but Josh had not, so Scott, Chuck, and I set out to rectify that deficiency. As Josh sat on my shaft, Scott and Chuck took turns tag-teaming his ass. I had loved having two big dicks in my ass at the same time, but now I got to experience the exhilaration of Scott and Chuck’s dicks rubbing against mine as we took turns double-fucking Josh.

“Fuck! We’ll never be able to top this weekend,” I lamented as Scott and Chuck walked us back to our car Monday morning.

“Sure you will,” Scott assured us. “Next month, you’re going to be the guest of honor.”

“Me?” I squeaked.

“You and Josh both,” replied Chuck. “You can share the honor.”

“We’d love to,” Josh gushed.

“But only if you’ll play clean-up, Chuck,” I added.

“It’s a deal,” the hunk replied. “And maybe we can get that cute little friend of yours (Chip) to assist me.”

Josh and I remained on a testosterone high for the next four weeks. Could there possibly be any sexual act that we had not yet experienced? “Colt, you’ll never believe what I’ve found now,” shouted Josh, bursting into our dorm room just a few days before the next bukkake party.

[nation-of-bros]

Hi. Even though I don't share your ideas about politics, vaccines, climate, etc. (I say this for intellectual honesty), I found your idea of androphilia curious, even if extreme. There is, however, one inconsistency that I would like to bring to your attention. I think that the culture that expressed your concept of androphilia in the highest and most all-encompassing way is not the Eastern Muslim world at all, but a civilization more than a thousand years older, namely Ancient Greece. Searching for androphilia in Islamic culture, as you did, involves forcing it, when instead among the ancient Greeks already mythology, that is, the highest expression of their religion, contained this theme, even if sometimes modern culture did not allow us case: think of the warrior loves of Achilles and Patroclus or of Theseus and Pirithous, or the myth of Caeneus, who was a woman transformed into a man. For the ancient Greeks, loving other men increases one's virility, one's honor, one's strength, while the sole love for women makes one weak and weak. There is an entire oration by an author of the late Roman period that celebrates the androphilic ancient Greeks who managed to defeat the Persians, who were inferior because they were heterosexual; even Alexander the Great, who also had an androphilic relationship with Hephaestion, completely conquered and subdued the Persians. You can read the oration here: https://penelope.uchicago.edu/Thayer/E/Roman/Texts/Dio_Chrysostom/Discourses/21*.html. No Islamic people has ever expressed androphilia in such a strong and explicit way. Even gymnastics and wrestling, which you consider your nation's sport, originate from the Greeks and not from the Arab world. In the Middle Ages, Muslim culture itself drew considerably from Greek culture for its literary works and technologies, whose superiority it recognized. In short, the Greeks were declared androphiles, a thousand years older than Muhammad, inventors of the fight, they subjugated the eastern peoples and knew how to combine strength and wisdom. I would take them as a model of the perfect androphilic society. Certainly this would involve a total rethinking of aesthetic categories on your part, given that modern Western canons descend directly from the Greek ones and are therefore also in this case much, much older than your ideal (bald head, hair, belly, etc.), which for the Greeks it was a total disgrace. Make of my suggestion what you like: I have never insulted anyone who thinks differently from me. However, I invite you to observe that the roots on which our Western civilization is based (because the ancient Greeks are this) are far more androphilic than the Arabs or Persians ever were, and our European aesthetic canons are the fruit of that truly androphilic culture.

Thanks for sharing your opinion! I like to use this as an opportunity to justify my worldview.

The West can never be a role model!

The list of topics at the beginning shows that there is much more disagreement than just a different image of men. In my opinion, it is confirming that you represent the Western system opinion – I guess as an academic – and at the same time defend the West's image of men. As you yourself stated, I have an absolutely clear position on these topics and expect the same from my bros, because for me these are indicators to measure mental fitness. Of course, you are welcome to see it differently and continue to get the dirt of some criminal mafia-like pharmaceutical companies injected into you, or believe that 0.039% CO2 in the atmosphere, 96% of which is of natural origin, would be a reason to give up our industry and destroy any prosperity.

Just the other day I read how Green Maoists in Germany are slitting the tires of thousands of SUVs because these cars are supposedly "harmful to the climate." Then more news about athletes and other prominent persons, who died suddenly and unexpectedly; or that "non-binary" teen from Oklahoma, whose death is certainly not due to violence, as this clientele in particular was very willing to pick up several boosters. And here too I wonder how you can defend the West, which wants to turn everyone into androgynous, sexless and emotionally dulled grays through LGBTQ+ ideology, brain-destroying chemicals in vaccines, and a completely dysfunctional selection, regarding whether reproduction or social life. I just have to look at our politicians who are the epitome of incompetence lacking any basics. How can this dirt make it to the top of the most powerful states?! How can Western men willingly let these scum tell them what to do?!

From this context, it is impossible for me to accept the Western canon of values, even if it is just some reference to its roots.

The official historiography is completely falsified

I can very well understand your reverence for ancient culture. However, there are also a few problems here: You always talk about “Greeks”. But the people you are referring to are called “Hellenes”. Today's Greeks don't really have much in common with the ancient Hellenes, apart from language. It is also often forgotten that there was a major period in between, that of the Byzantine Empire, which is the true origin of Greek-speaking settlement around the Mediterranean and in Asia Minor. Most likely, all of the supposedly "antique" looking buildings originate from the Byzantine period and later served as inspiration for an ancient "Hellas"; or they are even remains from a much older civilization technologically superior to us.

But ancient Greece as portrayed in official school textbooks is just a modern fiction that aimed to create a glorious past for itself, much as it was typical for European nobles to imagine a family tree that goes back to some ancient personage or tribe, to cement their claim to power, especially among usurpers.

What hardly anyone knows today is that the "ancient" appearance of Greece emerged at the time when Prince Otto of Bavaria became the first king of Greece. He was incredibly fascinated by the Hellenistic world through childhood stories; and then, unsurprisingly, went wild during his reign and had everything in Greece redesigned according to his fantasies. In this way, typical medieval post-Byzantine cities became ancient-looking landscapes with the recreated ruins of old temple complexes. It is also significant that all sites in Greece are unquestioningly declared to be ancient. For example, when medical tools are unearthed, it is immediately said that they are "testimony of the great ancient Greek culture", although they could just as easily have been medical equipment from the late Middle Ages or the 17th century. Most of what can be seen in our museums today is probably incorrectly dated and only cements an existing false image of history.

I am therefore a critic of historical chronology according to the views of Wilhelm Kammeier, Uwe Topper and Heribert Illig, who spent their lives going into the archives that still exist and studying the original sources. They recognized contradictions to the official interpretation and had to realize that many centuries simply could not be proven and were thus extremely questionable. For example, a development took place in a century, then abruptly there was no progress for a long time, total stagnation with no finds, and suddenly the development continues where it left off 150 years earlier. The most obvious conclusion here is that these were centuries added later, possibly in the monasteries of the late Middle Ages or later on a larger scale by the Jesuits. This may sound strange to begin with, but we must not forget that the Church had the monopoly on education in Europe until the 18th century and in fact no one except the clergy and nobility could read and write.

Moreover, the chronology critics found that for every ancient event you can also find a similar one from modern times. But even medieval greats like “Charlemagne” may never have existed.

Most ancient texts are modern fictions

Many of what we now call "ancient lore" are simply fictions of Italian humanists, for whom it was a popular sport to invent such texts under Latin or Greek pseudonyms. This was often a medium to differentiate themselves from the stronger north by attaching a primitive past to it: Wild Germanic tribes who lived in longhouses with their animals and were simply inferior in every respect to the great civilization of Rome. At this point you will understand why, as a German, I am already vomiting and simply refusing to identify with this forerunner of the West.

I don't think this primitive image of Germanic people is true in any way, especially since there is also evidence that German cities are significantly older than assumed. Consequently, this Western classicism as a supposed “retrospective” is thus a means of cultural oppression.

In addition, it seems pretty silly to me to identify with those ancient Greek legends, which is why I still avoid seeing myself as a "European". That's just an idiotic fantasy term from some fiction of a Greek setting. It's not much different if we would call Europe "Middle-earth" after Tolkien. I would much rather prefer the name "Germania", because it was the Germanic peoples who subjugated and shaped the entire continent, and not some donkey republic called Greece!

My roots are not Greek!

Furthermore, I think that the ancient Indian culture from which Muslim architecture emerged is superior to the Western one. The shapes, patterns, warm colors are truly much more organic, more inviting. On the other hand, cold classicism adorns every western government building and thus became representative of an empire that functions according to unrestrained exploitation, mindless materialism and blind obedience to authority; all things that I fundamentally reject!

It is also known that Germans, Iranians and North Indians share a common Indo-Germanic heritage. I am even of the opinion that my Germanic ancestors most likely came from Central Asia, and later mixed with the subjugated farming peoples of Europe, which went down in common Germanic mythology as the war between the superior Aesir ("Asia"?) and the rural Vanes. The linguistic connection between Germanic languages, Persian and Hindustani / Sanskrit is a well-known fact and can only be explained by a common origin or a common phase of proximity. In addition, you can still find tribes in Iran and Central Asia today that are not very mixed and appear surprisingly Germanic with light eyes and blonde or red hair. There is even the theory that the Germans are descendants, a reincarnation, of the ancient Assyrians, but I have not yet found any solid evidence for this. So it's easy to see that there are much more reasons for me to turn east!

You forgot their Greek dicklets!

Those homoerotic and supposedly "ancient Greek" stories are definitely very nice, but I just have to shrug my shoulders here and ask myself: Are they fiction or did this setting actually exist? Perhaps these stories were just the only way to express homoerotic ideas by publishing under a Greek or Latin pseudonym in a time when sex was considered fundamentally immoral and limited to procreation. And since the church itself relied on ancient greats to justify its claim to power, ancient authorship was the only way to express itself freely in literature. In contrast, the pre-colonial Muslim world was much more sexually permissive, homoerotic and bisexual. If I had had the choice back then, I would have definitely preferred a life as a Muslim man in Al Andalus over the Western Christian crap with their chastity and poor hygiene!

And if you really want to uphold the ancient Hellenic male ideals, then please don't forget their glorification of mini dicks:

At that time they wanted to distance themselves from the animally hairy Anatolian beasts with their large monsters. That included tiny dicks, for whatever reason…

If you look more closely, the overall features even appear very androgynous; maybe some alien ideals, since the "gods" were also smooth and small-dicked, if they ever had genitals; in order to be closer to their divine creators by distancing themselves from the lower, more earth-typical tiervolk (animal-like people).

Sorry, but I'd rather stay true to myself and watch my dark blonde Germanic beard grow longer and longer, parallel to my belly, while my baldness continues to work its way to all sides. That sets me apart more, because I don't want to be a dead, smooth statue of the West with androgynous features, but a real man!

Muslims are more collective and androphilic

My country is literally flooded with Turks, Arabs, Afghans, North Africans; therefore I can very well observe the difference between these and western men. While Western men prefer to be alone, you will almost never see a Muslim not surrounded by some his bros. And you will never see women in their midst as they are either well hidden or at home. Cunts are effectively out of sight, so all eyes are on their brothers. You are thus more likely to receive a compliment from a Muslim about how beautiful your eyes are or how great your beard is. In the Middle East you can even see them hugging or kissing, which is already considered totally gay in our culture. They simply think more of their own kind and stick together closely in men's groups, while Western dudes are simply loners who reject any contact with one another as "wrong". In short, Muslims are much more androphilic than Western men; hence I have to disagree with you at this point too.

I'm honestly not interested in your stories about some smooth androgynous Hellenic world conquerors, because they're just stories that I have no connection to and whose veracity I generally strongly doubt. I'm a realist and pragmatist, and the current reality is just completely different. Identifying myself with something that supposedly took place 3,000 years ago is, as I've already said, not much better than cosplaying Tolkien's Middle-earth. It's silly. Especially since, as an East German, I have a significantly more anti-Western viewpoint that I will never give up. I feel more connected to my Arab and North African brothers than to anyone else on this planet because, not least, we share common destinies as unpleasant nations that the West wants to destroy. There is therefore no reason for me to adopt your canon of values.

Last but not least, I have already described in my other essays that I fundamentally want a synthesis between our cultures, between Germanic, African, Arabic, Persian and other Central Asian nationalities; a new androphilic culture that combines the best of the existing ones, embodied by a brotherhood and new shared way of life that focuses on love between men. This also includes the question of the best model of life for us, such as gender separation and the preference for masculine women in order to gradually adapt their external physiques to men without losing the ability to give birth; here, secondary male sexual characteristics are good indicators. For example, in the Arab world you can already find some women who are naturally quite bearded and thus form a good basis for better reproductive partners compared to weak Western women, who are often physically overwhelmed by just giving one birth, although they are perceived as more feminine (possibly because they are too weakly built due to incorrect sexual preferences over the last thousands of years); whereas Arab and African women calve much more easily. So, unlike you, I don't want to reject heterosexuality, but rather make it androphilic.

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By the way, wrestling was not invented by the Greeks, but is much older and even typically oriental.