Simply by reading this sentence

you have begun

your return to living in Paradise full-time!

(My Phallic Brothers, to connect with a wonderful worldwide Brotherhood of Men in dialogue about masturbating mindfully, please click here: MM4M2 Yahoo group + for more in-depth info on Phallic Worship &c.: Male Mystery School & the MMS Yahoo group also you are invited to join Bateworld where I am a moderator.)

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What I've been doing: A GOLDEN PHALLUS excerpt . . .

7.30.10

Dear Phallic Brothers:

Guys used to chatting with me often on Skype, or exchanging emails may wonder if I've been lying low . . . well, I've been writing like a fiend on my new books . . . + I have been enjoying life!!! Yesterday went "toobing" on the Guadalupe River. Today, back to work, but though I'd share just the current draft of the "Intro" which may be nothing like this when it finally gets published as an e-book & print book:

(from the latest draft 7.30.10)

The SECRET of the GOLDEN PHALLUS

Male Erotic Alchemy for the 21 st Century

by

Bruce P. Grether

Had I not observed that Purblinde men have discoursed well of sight, and some without issue, excellently of Generation; I that was never master of any considerable garden, had not attempted on this subject. But the Earth is the Garden of Nature, and each fruitfull Country a Paradise . . .

— Sir Thomas Browne,

The Garden of Cyrus, 1658

Introductory

This book is actually about only one thing—your relationship with your penis.

The miraculous male organ rooted between your legs has been trivialized and demonized for good reasons by human authorities—because when you really surrender to the phallic energy, the experience becomes incredibly empowering, liberating and sacred. You need no external authority; you need no intermediary with the Divine; you know that you have everything you need.

This is not theoretical, rather it’s experiential.

Likewise, though you will find plenty of phallic mythology, vivid stories and symbols among the powerful “secrets” here, none of the images are actually abstract or separate from the direct experience of your own body that brings them to life. Every story here is really about you, your male body, your penis, and its erection: the phallus.

At the end of each myth you will find explained: The phallic significance for you.

In fact, the real secret is that there are no secrets, except important things you have forgotten during your upbringing and truths about your male sexual nature that have been hidden from you by cultural conditioning.

This book reawakens from within you what you already know and may have forgotten. For example: penile erection is your direct connection with your own divinity and makes it tangible. Arousal and pure penile pleasure awakens phallic wisdom within your cells. All of your male ancestors stir in the DNA matrix and enjoy this with you.

The phallic energy is extremely powerful, creative, and regenerative.

When activated this energy brings back together into wholeness all that may have seemed to be separate or fragmented. Your penis is the living image of that world axis that connects all dualistic polarities, and manifests the dynamic flow of creative energy—the same singular energy that creates the world.

Though you may call the ecstatic sensation Oneness with All Things, that is only words and the reality IS beyond words.

This is the vertical axis that connects below with above, Earth with Heaven.

To reclaim this connection aligns you with the creative process itself.

Total, unadulterated adoration for your penis offers empowerment and autonomy unavailable anywhere else. To love your penis and the pure penile pleasure (p3) it provides, without reservation, is to claim your inheritance as a phallic god. As such, a god is simply the personification of a universal force. Such sacredness is the quality you recognize in all things, including yourself. Everything is sacred, just as everything is alive. When you embrace this truth, everything sorts itself out!

Your sacred phallus is the Tree of Life whose leaves are for the healing of the nations.

This book is not aimed at men of any particular sexuality, but at all men.

Consider this: why do the erect penis and male masturbation remain far stronger taboos overall on this planet, than the taboo of male homosexual behavior? In the year 2010, mainstream media and films often portray homosexuality in quite sympathetic terms. Not so with erections and male masturbation, except to trivialize or demonize them by implication. As of this writing, in mainstream films no one (much less a major star!) displays a full erection, and you will definitely not see him masturbating.

This tells you something crucial!

These powerful taboos remain because they protect the male dominant paradigm sometimes called “patriarchy,” that controls men through a toxic mix of internalized homophobia combined with male bonding, and the assumed virtue and superiority of heterosexual behavior. This false conditioning and imprinting turns men into creatures easily manipulated by so-called “masculine” authority figures.

In this way men can be trained to obey and to kill without question.

The antidote to these cultural poisons that threaten our beautiful, yet over-populated planet, is created by encouraging men to love themselves better, and to share phallic brotherhood with fellow men, regardless of sexual labels. Do it, solo, in pairs and in groups, guys!

Read between the lines and look between your legs. Smile!

To masturbate mindfully you simply pay full attention to your own body, your actual and immediate sensations, and you redeploy the common strategies of male masturbation for the purpose of personal growth and conscious evolution.

Mindful Masturbation is the most effective and natural spiritual path for men.

Every man on the planet has this potential in his nature: the phallic god. That innate divinity is the living expression of p3, which provides the direct experience of connection with the Divine, the Source, Nature. Whatever you call it, you are created in its image.

Look at your own naked, male human body reflected in a full-length mirror.

The phallic wisdom tells you, “Question authority and think for yourself,” plus it provides you with easy, direct access at any time to the Male Mysteries. You need no organization, institution, or any kind of intermediary, only your own curiosity and willingness to explore the possibilities.

Just do it. Trust your experience. Allow the process of intense erotic ecstasy to do the work, any needed healing, transformation, or regeneration. Your body is designed for this process.

As you absorb what this book tells you, everything you see in the world makes more sense, it speaks to you, as you learn to listen. Likewise, what you see anchored between your legs also becomes not only a more rewarding source of powerful ecstasy—it takes on deeper and higher significance than you ever imagined.

This book tells you how to listen to your penis, then asks you to close the book, spread your legs wide and reach for the Secret of the Golden Phallus that already belongs to you.

Read the paragraph above one more time—then look again between your legs.

Smile!

Copyright 2010 Bruce P. Grether ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

(((HUGS)))

Your Erotic Wizard,

Bruce

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Carlos & the 3 Wise Monkeys

(Part 7 of 7)

7.24.10

Dear Brothers in p3:

After we returned from our early walk by the river, though we knew that later we would need to drive Carlos to the airport, there seemed no urgency. Without need to avoid the digital clocks, we effortlessly slipped into the timeless celebration of Phallic Brotherhood . . . Tom fixed some breakfast while Carlos & I showered again, & toweled one another dry most attentively . . . we pat each other's buttocks dry, fluff each other's full, mature pubic bushes, cup & caress each other's balls in attentive amazement--we lovingly dry & squeeze & tickle one another's penises . . .

So following breakfast, with the classical music radio station playing softly downstrairs, we 3 Wise Monkeys ended up naked on the big European bed upstairs again . . . this is something we never tire of; I watch in awe & wonder as Tom & Carlos lie naked facing one another, first kissing deeply, then feeling each other's torsos. Their capable, long-fingered hands move between each other's legs, with great delicacy & gentleness, manipulating big hefty mature penises that protrude as fleshy hoses . . .bulbous heads asking for attention . . .

Later Tom went downstairs for the lube--I'm facing Carlos directly on my knees, between his knees as he lies back, his muscular arms folded behind his handsome head; I kiss him deeply--he pushes his tongue between my teeth. I'm feeling his strong chest, his abs, his hard belly, circling through the pubic bush to the thick silken shaft of his erection . . . I lift & bend my face down to his chest while masturbating him . . . I hear his groans as I lick his nipples, nibble them . . . move up to browse my whiskers through his exposed armpit, freshly-washed yet faintly redolent of male scent . . . return to his chest & the scalloped abs . . .

Tom returns & I extend my hand--he applies lube, then gets on the bed behind me, masturbating me from behind, pressing his big thick erection against my lower back, rubbing slowly there. I shift forward, pushing Carlos's lean, hairy legs down, stradde his upper thighs, to bring our genitals together . . . then reaching around from behind me, Tom applies more lubrication & masturbates both of us together.

"Wait, WAIT!" both Carlos & I soon have to ask, as we are getting so excited. Tom chuckles, as it's so much easier for him not to come too quickly. He moves around to the side, then Carlos rises rippling like a jaguar of radiance, his dark eyes flash with happiness, he turns the tables & pushes me down onto my back. Getting more lube from Tom, he works between my legs, eases a fingertip against my rosebud while masturbating me.

Tom crouches beside him, one arm around his back, kissing Carlos's ear & neck, pinching his nipples while Carlos begins easing a fingertip into my anus. "OOOoooh," I gasp, "go slow, please, only don't stop . . ."

"You like this," Carlos says with a wide grin (PRON.: "zees"). "Open up, little rosebud! (PRON.: "leetle"). Who do you think, beautiful mushroom head???" (PRON.: "theenk"). I adore Carlos's rich, manly voice, his romantic Latin accent.

"Slowly, though," I gasp, "yes, OHHHH, YES! Yesssss . . ." Though I am perhaps not quite ready for the penetration, I feel myself opening on all levels, not just physically, but emotionally, mentally, spiritually, as our beautiful 3rd Monkey's strong finger gently yet firmly pushes inward. Through heavy eyelids, I see Tom, beaming on his shoulder . . . Carlos turns to kiss him; they kiss deeply . . . then he returns full attention to massaging my prostate while masturbating me . . . Tom in turn is masturbating Carlos & himself . . . the mix of penile & prostate stimulation is too much & my brain dissolves in a vague, glorious radiance. This is soooo good for the soul, I think, whatever a soul may be!!!

When at last I surrender & ejaculate, following almost 2 full days of intense masturbatory play retaining semen & the erotic energy all the while, my thrashing & screams are so loud that both Carlos & Tom seem startled, then they laugh aloud & I join them. We 3 dissolve into the wisdom of shared hysterical laughter . . .

Have I EVER ejaculated this intensely? Maybe not!!! I see some of it all over Carlos's hair & Tom's face, a big splash in the middle of Carlos's muscular chest, which he rubs into his heart region by circling an open hand there.

"Yes, my precious Brothers," Carlos said in the van just over an hour later, neatly dressed & looking as respectable as any handsome jet-setting executive, while we drove through the hills on the way back to the San Antonio Airport. "Yes, these 3 Monkeys are wise indeed," he said, "for there is no evil to see, or hear, or speak about in our shared delights! Yes, yes, Original Innocence! This Penile Paradise we share is always, all ways in my heart, no matter where I go."

Peace & (((HUGS)))

Bruce

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Carlos & the 3 Wise Monkeys

(Part 6 of 7)

7.23.10

Dear Brothers in p3:

As I described in Part 5 of this series (BELOW) Carlos & I were dripping glistening beads of precum lowered like spider-thread from our fingertips into the flame of the beeswax candle on the hardwood living room floor . . . which makes me think of a fascinating myth about Lord Shiva, the only phallic god who has been continuously venerated for perhaps 5,000 years or more .

According to the story, Agni, the God of Fire caught Shiva's semen in his mouth (Hmmm! What does this suggest they were engaged in?!?). Anyway, Shiva has always been known for his reluctance to conceive children--which he accurately knows will only add to the suffering in the world! So--because Lord Shiva's semen is infinitley potent & cannot help engendering life, Agni conceived & swiftly gave birth to a handsome young god who resembled his father Shiva.

Named Skanda, this young god grew to be much like his inifinitely potent father, however he also became the patron of male same-sex attraction . . .

This is perhaps partly what the famous Vedic Fire Sacrifice rituals of ancient times were about, as they venerated the god Agni, & perhaps the myth is also about ejaculating into such holy flames as a sacrifice of a man's most condense intimate essence!

THURS., JULY 1ST: Early on the morning that Carlos would connect in San Antonio for his flight to Sao Paulo, we 3 Wise Monkeys awoke aroused & playful, & we played. Then, believe it or not, we actually went down to the River Park maintained by the neighborhood association at the foot of our hill. Carlos love Nature & does a lot for the environment & to help preserve the Amazon jungle.

It was quite early, rather cool after all the rainfall in the last few days, however extremely humid also as a result. Everything appeared incredibly lush in emerald and leaf greens. We parked across the lane & I unlocked the access gate.

The sun was had just topped the limestone ridge in the east & the rays invoked soft white veils of mist along the river shore where stately cypress trees stand along the moved grassy bank. The vigorous flow was quite loud, a muted thunder. Tom pointed out a small green heron crouched on a limb above the water on the other side of the vigorous flow, not exactly a flood, but swift & brown & turbulent--certainly not safe for swimming.The small avian fisher perched above a river lagoon away from that flow.

As we watched, the beautiful little bird crouched lower, moved imperceptibly closer & closer to its strike; suddenly it plunged its head into the flow and drew its head back on the rseprentine neck with a silvery bass flickering in its beak!

We could see pockets of palmettos tucked along those layered limestone ledges across the water. Already a large garden spider was building her web across part of the pathway, so we carefully went aorund to avoid disturbing her work.

"This reminds me of the first morning of your first visit, Carlos," I said. "Only it was sunny then. Remember? We brough the inner-tubes down & floated along? We also shot the rapids . . . just a bit scary!"

"How could I ever forget, my Brother?" Carlos smiled, & shook his cropped head slowly. He & Tom were holding hands, walking slightly ahead of me. "Bruce, that was such a precious, magical time! You & I told each other the story, each of us, of his own boyhood. About masturbating. We shared our souls. And our souls have always been entwined anyway."

"Definitely!" I said. "We had exchanged 100s of emails by then, maybe several thousand, but there was another dimension when we first shared it in person."

Carlos's eyes grew huge as he glanced back at me. "Yes, yes, of course!"

I recall telling him in detail of my idyllic childhood, really very happy until about age 9 or so . . . how I had not totally figured out masturbating until 11 or 12, though I always loved pressing between my leg. Loved to climb trees like a monkey, slide down banisters, press face-down on the bed. Then age 5 or 6 maybe, a little friend & I did a ritual several times in the middle of starry nights . . .during sleepovers, we rubbed our tiny erections together for long, timeless intervals of indescribable bliss. Crickets & frogs sang along . . .

"Of course, young boys can have orgasms," I said, "& enter orgasmic states, they just cannot ejaculate. I remember simply dissolving into a radiant sphere of what I now call p3 or pure penile pleasure! I suppose I spent much of the next 40 years trying to getr back to that limitless, luminous sphere of boyish bliss!"

"You found it again," Carlos said in his suave, Latin accent, "when you first watched FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN in 1995 . . . I know that part! Oh, yes, & I remember how we both felt so self-conscious because we were such skinny boys & other kids teased us . . . & I told you all about the Catholic guilt & shame."

I said, "Amazingly enough, it seems like many of the greatest masturbators come out of those really repressive religious backgrounds!"

Tom laughed & he said, "So long as they come out of them!"

(TO BE CONTINUED . . .)

Peace & (((HUGS)))

Bruce

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Carlos & the 3 Wise Monkeys

(Part 5 of 7)

7.21.10

Dear Brothers in p3:

If memory serves, the 3 of us began calling ourselves "The 3 Wise Monkeys" the first time Carlos visited us in 2004, or it was not long after that. I recall that after seeing him coming from the security part of the airport, striding toward me face lit & bigger than life (& handsomer than any other man on the planet!) Carlos advanced, I went forward and embraced him. My partner was away from home for the first day of the first visit.)

As we 2 men went to the baggage claim carousel, I recall looking at this tall, slender, well-built guy and thinking, "I didn't even know if he was tall! Is he a bit taller than myself? Yes . . ." Plus his noble profile as his eyes searched the traveling baggage, and he stepped forward, & reached down for his one checked bag:"His nose is large & perfectly shaped!"

Probably we both felt a certain degree of disbelief (& did I have the gallantry to take over that wheeled travel bag & propel & guide it) At any rate, I'll never forget . . . here was this gorgeous black-bearded man who could be on the cover of MEN'S FITNESS magazine with his shirt off--yet he had never kissed a fellow man passionately. Wed emerged from the terminal, then he stopped us in our tracks in full sunlight before all of humanity in the middle of an aerial walkway over the flow of traffic below . . . he took me in his strong arms and kissed me with brotherly passion! Hard to imagine now that was 6 + years ago . . .

Now on Wednesday, June 30th, 2010: quite early I've just brought young Willy back from the vet where he had his checkup & vaccination. Meanwhile Tom made fruit smoothies for all 3 Monkeys. It turns out to be useful that as the vet said was possible,Willy's shots made him groggy and he slept it off.

So by mid-morning . . . on this day of clouds & passing showers, we have some Mercan Dede CDs playing, the kind of global Sufi dance mix music that really gets energy flowing . . . so 3 naked men are dancing on the polished hardwood floor of the living room . . .

Male bodies, lean and pale, twirl & pause, glide & swoop, poise & spin, march & hop, skip & bow low . . . from pubic bushes, big heavy adult penises swing & bounce through the air; hefty balls in hairy sacs of skin jostle & jiggle between inner thighs . . . ribcages swell with definition as the men inhaqle deeply. Penises dangle & bob & bounce & flail gloriously free, partly aroused. I see: carved pecs shift & swell & flatten on Carlos's manly chest . . . his six-pack of ab muscles in impressive . . . geeze, that thick black bush, I know I rava about it, perhaps too much for literary purposes!

We've spent some time simply admiring one another, brushing fingertips lightly across each other's nude male bodies, in dreamlike wonder fiddling with one another's nipples . . . kissing lightly & deeply, & now I bring out my small black container of silicone-based natural lube from Germany. "This container looks like a little Shivalingam" I say to Tom & Carlos, "& I don't think that's any accident!" Tom keeps twirling--he's a majorly gifted dancer!!!

"Not likely, Bruce," Carlos says with a grin of white teeth bright in his black beard. "Are there any accidents at all? In fact, each of us 3 Monkeys is Lord Shiva, right?!" He gestures toward a large color print above the first landing of the stairs: A seated Shiva on his tiger skin, draped with cobras, the lunar crescnet on his head, his topknot spurting upward a little fountain of the Divine Nectar, Amrit.

"Really, Bruce, all those years of being a Catholic schoolboy--you know, as much torture as it was to love masturbating, to try not to do it & to fail, & to know that I had to confess it--later on to confess it became part of my enjoyment of playing with myself!"

I say, "That personal history, for years believing that self-pleasure was a mortal sin & then shifting to your current awareness that it is among the greatest gifts from God, maybe this was all in the plan of your destiny?!"

Carlos nods (meaning, "Of course!"), yet his grin dissolves to a kind of astonished wonder, as I see him standing facing Tom . . . he places his hands on Tom's broad shoulders, & though Tom is dancing slightly, slowly in place with a sinous Sufi tamourine & drum & serpentine flute . . . my eyes overflow with the lovely vision of Tom's hands between the legs of Carlos, delicately, lovingly cupping under his balls, clasping the swelling, thick penis, tenderly holding the taut pink glans with featrhering fingertips . . . he counces Carlos's erection lovingly on his palm & twirls fingertips over the coronal ridge, causing handsome grimaces of that belkoved face, the eyes closed with intensity.

We apply the silicone lubrication to one another's penises, & before long Carlos goes to the drawer beneath the altar where he knows we keep the lighter . . .he brings a pure,natural beeswax candle down from the altar & palces it on the hardwood floor in the middle . . . as a phallic shaman, he lights the candle.

As Carlos & I generate quite a bit of precum (AKA Cowper's gland secretion) we like to drop strings of the stuff from a fingertip into a candle flame as a kind of Vedic fire sacrifice of this Divine Nectar generated by our aroused, stimulated & manipulated penises . . . I squat with knees wide befofre the candle . . . Carlos crouches beside me as I miul my shaft & its big head.

Carlos reaches for the tip & takes a glistening diamond drop onto his fingertip, extends his hand & allows the crystal clear droplet to descend on a spider thread . . .

(TO BE CONTINUED . . .)

Peace & (((HUGS)))

Bruce

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Phallic Wisdom & Life's 4 Stages

7.20.10

Dear Phallic Brothers:

You could say that life's spiritual journey is one of 4 stages: 1.) Phallic Victimhood, 2.) Phallic Empowerment, 3.) Phallic Surrender, & 4.) Phallic Awakening. These can be seen to unfold in this order, though I'm not sure any human being is ever so perfect that they don't still operate some of the time on "lower levels" than they have sometimes reached.

This is really not about judging anyone--least of all yourself!--yet to observe & get clarity on how this works can be helpful. We are all on this journey together, & all created according to the same design "in the image of the Universe," of the same stardust . . .yet each of us is also unique in endless details.

We are on this journey together, & part of what Phallic Brothehrood is about is the fact that to truly embrace Mindful Masturbation & what I call Erotic Engineering is not only transformational, it's regenerative. It's powerful because you directly address the root cause of problems, rather than just treating symptioms. Instead of undertaking talk or drug therapy . . . when you surrender to limitless ecstatic energy flow through your body, that energy does the work. You benefit tremendously, as does everyone around you.

1.) Phallic Victimhood: Everyone is walking wounded--we all develop issues from the earliest age due to agreements made for us by others, about the nature of reality. We are handed assumptions about how life is, "Guys are tough," "Sex is something you get from other people," "Masturbation is for losers," "Your penis is not big enough," "You must be a GQ model to make folks like you," & "Life is hard." All these are totally untrue generalizations. Only personal history also confuses the issue. Still if you wish to believe those & to keep blaming others for your problems, go right ahead! Law of Attraction works negatively too--beliefs grow more & more real for you! OUCH!

2.) Phallic Empowerment: Here you begin to realize that "Like attracts like," that Law of Attraction really DOES work both ways. You can attract further victimhood with further negativity, watching the Evening News, & blaming everyone & everything else for your problems. OR you can begin to carefully guide your thinking & shift your energy toward attracting precisely what you want into your life. Affirm your own worth & attractiveness: "I am perfect, beautiful, desirable, just as I am--even if I wish to make improvements." "The right people will be attracted to me, if I am myself, + for now I'll also re-invent my eroticism & develop new levels of masturbatory skill." You get what you give & you give what you get.

3.) Phallic Surrender: As you begin attracting more & more of what you want in your life, eventually you may begin to realize that though you can navigate toward your heart's desire, you don't totally control ANYTHING! Still, an incredible thing begins to happen when you consciously accept 100% responsibility for everything that shows up in your reality--not in terms of guilt or blame, no. It's simply co-creation; the Universe is participatory! Surrender to the Divine, Nature, the Universe, whatever you want to call it. As you practice Mindful Masturbation you realize that the power of creation that creates the Universe is ecstatic. It's limitless, always there. Only you may still come & go from it. Practice MM4M as your way of life. Constantly clean your inner energy & you emit different, amazing vibes.

4.) Phallic Awakening: Though the incredible clarity you get from constantly cleaning your inner energy with MM4M makes your life flow as never before, & you experience true total freedom as never before, you may still come & go from the universal ecstasy. You cannot make awakening happen, & it is not necessarily a goal for everyone. Still, when it ripens on the bough, so to speak, you may SEE that all suffering is caused by separation & separation is illusory. Everything is One. Love IS all that exists. You ARE the Divine, & everything is sacred! Your charged, activated penis provides the direct experience of Oneness. It's a state of Original Innocence, of realizing you never left Paradise. You are like a child, pure of heart & full of wonder.

Who knows where I or anyone else fits in this scheme? I do know that since my own breakthrough, which was perhaps a shift from 1. to 2. in 1995, I began to experience consistently that ecstasy islimitless: I no longer cling to pleasure, or push away suffering. It flows through me. Still I can slip back into Stage 1. & I'm not sure if anyone on Earth is permanently only in Stage 4. Stage 3. is my current fave. I'm sure the reality is never such a static, hierarchical model, rather it's more of a dynamic, mysterious flux.

At any rate, this is merely a model based on my own experience. Ask your penis about it! What does it say?

Peace & Namaste,

(((HUGS)))

Bruce

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Carlos & the 3 Wise Monkeys

(Part 4 of 7)

7.16.10

Dear Brothers in p3:

Carlos called from somewhere in the Peruvian Amazon . . . just the day before yesterday. The deep jungle retreat center that he invested in to help the shaman don Flores create facilities with a minimum of civilized comfort (yet not so much that workshop participants forget that they are there to face the Spirits of Nature) they actually get satellite Internet from some kind of dish-antenna things on a little tower atop the dining hall. Carlos & don Flores share with me and others a vision of cutting edge technology used wisely to help humanity make peace with the planet . . .

I've often told Carlos he's "The Handsomest Man in the World," yet probably the same can be said of almost any adult human male when he truly forgets himself in such jubilant happiness that he simply grins, or smiles, and his face grows radiant. The planet is actually full of millions of extremely attractive men and their admirers--fortunately!--have endlessly varied taste in men. still, it really IS all about attitude; what makes a man an attractive singularity is consistent happiness on his part.

Carlos loves the scent of my armpits, Tom's armpits--GEE!--his own armpits! He has good hygiene, really, we're talking a clean sweat, not a major stink. However, during his visits here, we tend to take a lot of showers . . . possibly a few more than are necessary for purely hygienic reasons???

I'm sharing a hot shower with Carlos. We've soaped each other up & used the hand-held spray on its hose to wash & rinse one another. Now we are masturbating each other now using just the hot running water as lube. I'm admiring the lean definition of his arm muscles, his chest and entire torso, his skinny runner's legs. He also has the most exquisite and skillful long-fingered hands! I adore that dense black bush of pubic hairs from which protrudes the big, thick, warm erection I'm handling as he handles mine . . . his other hand reaches behind me, fingers delving deep to the hairy cleft of my butt cheeks . . . we're kissing deeply off & on as well . . .

Then Carlos suprises me, as he grins and mutters something beneath his breath. I blink rapidly, nod & allow the firm grasp of his hands to rotate me around. Carlos gets down on one knee behind me. "Lift your leg, Bruce," he says. I lift one foot onto the rim of the tub at the end of the shower curtain & his black-bearded face begins kissing the vale of my buttocks. "I LOOOOOOOVE so much your grapefruits, Bruce!"

"Oh, my! What are you . . . ? Oh, WOW!! Okayyyyyyyyy!!!" I say. Carlos thrusts his face close into the cleft between my gluteus maximus muscles, and his tongue darts in a regular licking rhythm over my anus. We've both washed our anuses well, using the Ivory bar soap, so I figure the taste is pretty much neutral--the FEELINGS for me are anything but neutral! I soar into the inner sky, wings spread and catch a rising gyre of hot passionate Latin tongue rimming the pulsating, silken ring of my anal sphincter . . .

I'm masturbating myself while Carlos laps his tongue into that ring of muscle that flares wider open and closes again in a regular rhythm; ebbs & flows, waxes and wanes, expands, contracts, expands, relaxxxes . . . & soon I am doing the same for him. His perineum and anus have a lot of wiry black hair around them, yet it is spread quite evenly along the ridge between his big hairy balls and the coral asterisk of his sphincter . . .

"Oh yes, Sweet Brother! You treat your house-guests so extremely well! Oh, my, MY, my, eeeeeEEEEeeeeeeeaaaaaaaAAAAaaaaahhhh . . . mmmmmmnnNNNNnnnmmmmm . . .!"

Fort a time I continue to rim our beloved Peruvian Monkey beneath the hot rushing of water in the downstairs shower, while he's slowly & steadily masturbating, moaning, sighing deeply, groaning softly through his ferocious white teeth. I draw back my face, stunned by the gorgeous vision of those carved athlete's buttocks sprinkled with a light coat of tiny, curly black hairs, so close before my eyes, so chased by rivulets of streaming hot water.

He turns around & I bend forward, push my head between his knees, lever them apart, slowly raise my head until I feel the soft, plump cushions of his scrotum tushing on top of my wet-haired head. He masturbates himself, his hips flexating slowly in place, & when I pull away, I rise slowly, eyes filled with that wondrous vision: this gorgeous, lean-muscled, mature man stroking his erection with one hand, fondling his balls with the other.

I rise to 3/4ths my height and kiss his nipples, each in turn, then I nibble them & gently bite each nipple on the chest of Carlos in its turn . . . I'm masturbating myself . . . then after a short while when I rise, he brings our erections together in his hands & strokes my erect penis against his own erect penis . . . he masturbates us cock2cock forever . . .

"This is the sacred gift men share," I say, "in that Original Innocence that makes living Heaven on Earth!"

(TO BE CONTINUED . . .)

Peace & (((HUGS)))

Bruce

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Yoga + Mindful Masturbation = The Perfect Marriage!

7.14.10

Dear Brothers in Penile Passion:

Guys who communicate with me directly of late are aware I'm deep in the process of writing a new draft of The SECRET of the GOLDEN PHALLUS: Male Erotic Alchemy for the 21st Century, which my partner Tom predicts will not only be a best-seller, but help to save the world! (You can see the fabulous cover art & layout that Stevee Postman created by following this LINK.)

Anyhoo, I've been faithfully doing my Yoga (sometimes 2 or 3X in a day) as well as masturbating a lot while I'm writing . . . & as usual this self-care spills over into the rest of my everyday life. Even in bed in the middle of the night when I awaken with a big, delicious erection under the single sheet beneath the slow paddling of the ceiling fan, I slowly reach for & firmly grasp my thick, warm, distened penis . . . trying not to disturb or awaken my partner who sleeps at the other side of the huge European bed, I squeeze and pull slightly, doing a kind of modified Pranayama breathing . . . still I have attracted the attention of our tiny tiger Willy, the 3-1/2 month old kitty and he pounced on the sheet!!!

"Oh well," I told myself, "it's probably time for me to get up anyway & get back to writing." The digital clock reveals perfect synchronicity of 4:44 AM. Cool!

So I got up as quietly as possible and Willy went, "tip-tip-tip" down the stairs ahead of me into the darkness of the living room. I started my morning coffee, took a dump while reading a bit, then returned and unrolled my Yoga mat. I switched on the LED candle I use for focus, that pulses like a tiny white Shivalingam of light.

Though Willy (now a lanky-legged adolescent) has made it challenging to do my Yoga without interference, he's learning as fast as he's growing. Lately we've had greater success cooperating with him to do Yoga without being attacked. In fact today, as I centered myself, established my breathing, & began with my own version of the Sun Salutation, then the Mountain, Tree, & Open Triangle . . . I realized something wonderful: this little tiger tabby is the "tiger rug" of my Shivaite practice!

Of course, Lord Shiva, the only phallic god on the planet venerated since ancient times, sits on an actual tiger rug, which indicates his connection with the wild animal kingdom and the forest hermits of Vedic times.

There's no more ideal partnership & mating than Yoga + Mindful Masturbation for today's man! Yoga encourages better breathing, flexibility & relaxation, all of which enhances erection& the enjoyment of arousal & p3 or pure penile pleasure, which can suffuse your entire body. Yoga brings you back from that "fight or flight" reflex of stress, in which a lot of blood goes into your limbs; the yogic practices returns more blood flow back into your torso & your penis.

Mindfulness is really paying attention, something that goes rigth along with Yoga, as you allow your mind & body to merge back to their natural Oneness.

I KNOW MANY GUYS WILL NOT WANT TO HEAR THIS: however if you really want to take your masturbatory ecstasy to higher levels, than ever before, & experience limitless plateau-to-plateau bliss, you have to break away from depending a lot on porn for stimulus. I'm not at all an enemy of porn. Only like a potent, addictive drug, it must be used wisely & in moderation, if at all. (As with drugs, some folks have addictive tendencies & may have more problems with the drawbacks of porn.)

Porn is not morally wrong, the problem is it takes you out of your head into fantasy, away from your own body & away from what is really happening. Plus you absorb the kind of energy that went into its making, all too often a mechanical, jaded & totally mercenary energy.

This is anathema to true mindfulness, a natural ally of yogic practice, which is being fully embodied, present & aware of yourself and your surroundings, yet not lost in the mind and stories. BE HERE NOW is still the best advice!

Like everything else, it's all about balance.

So now, I'm relaxed, aroused, & masturbating mindfully again . . . hopefully you're doing something similar . . . & if so, can you believe how AMAZING this feels?!?

Peace & Namaste,

(((HUGS)))

Your Erotic Wizard,

Bruce

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Email from Carlos:

[NOTE: This email from the actual man I'm calling "Carlos" came to me on June 27th, 2 days before he returned here for another visit on his way back to South America. In collaboration with him, I've altered a few details to protect his privacy--however these accounts are quite accurate in most details as my memory serves me. -- B.G. 7.13.10]

FOR YOU WITH LOVE!!!

Uffff.... Wow!!!!   Aaaaahhhh!!!   I just finished reading Carlos 5th and I am so grateful with you for the masterpiece you have done.

As you have told me and Tom also and I do the same way...we are beyond time & space...

"I don't think about whether your visit is short or long, not when you arrived or you will leave. I'm not spending the time with you dreading your departure--instead, I'm really WITH you! It seems almost like we slip outside of the stream of ordinary time . . ."

When I read your Carlos 5th you took me to the place, to your living room, to your garden to the same moment we were there nude...dancing, hugging, to the first moment when we kissed, to the moment when I raised my arms and you took my T shirt off...and then I did the same to you going immediately to smell your ampits...a thing I have just done till that moment to me...I kept smelling your armpits with that masculine, enervant scent that came from your hormones, from your man skin...MAN...I had never before kissed a MAN...and I was there fror the first moment in my life kissing you, embracing you with a hug that we had expected for years since we met in the Internet...I  unbuttoned your pants and slide them down, off I wanted also to smell the scent of your genitals...I was  surrendered there...completely abandoned smelling like I never did...having a MAN that I had loved for months, years, in  my heart...and through kilometers of distance...I was there...in Paradise...I felt I was the happiest MAN in the world, the most free in your hands...

I raised up again to hug you, asking you to take off my pants...

Ufff I remind that precious moment of liberty...nude...both... completely nude...for the first time in my life hugging a nude man...

And minutes later..for the first time in my life feeling the penis of a MAN, YOU, against...no better said WITH my penis...and...loved when you began to spread our mutual precum over our penises to slide...I closed my eyes while you were doing the work...I loved my tonguue into your tongue, I loved to caress, as I do now because there is no time and space between us...I loved to caress your back and to hold your butts, your grapefruits against my body, presssing them...

How much I love you BRuce...How much I love Tom...Yes...we'll do the pretzels...

How magic it was when I found Tom after a day with you together, your beautiful Angel , my beautiful Angel...

I remind him the night we met when he was arriving to Paradise after a shamanic gathering...Tom: beautiful...tanned...Just with a t shirt, so I admired the definition of his shoulders and arms opened to hug me...I felt his scent also...we talked...

He read me poems...we went to sleep...we found you sleeping...an hour later...your room was boiling ...remember?...with the heat of the three...that room was enlightening the world...as we were receiving at the same time the moonlight over us...

I love you guys...I am NOW smelling you as I raise my armpit to go to...Paradise...

Carlos

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Carlos & the 3 Wise Monkeys

(Part 3 of 7)

7.9.10

Dear Brothers in p3:

It seemed that everything in existence was far, far away, except for the ongoing phallic playtime of we 3 men. Not so much it's a form of avoidance--rather, it's a selective, close-up focus on a wondrous, miraculous part of reality, where the awareness is celebratory, ecstatic, regenerative. Seems to me, for example, that the heavy rainfall was related to Hurricane Alex, that veered toward the USA-Mexican border along the Gulf . . .

Of course, I wished everyone in the path of that tropical storm upgraded to a hurrican safety--however the drenching with nitrogen-rich rainwater was wonderful for this Garden where we live in the beautiful hills!

We had spent several hours since our late lunch, engaged in 3-way naked masturbatory playtime on the big European bed upstairs . . . & though we all must have felt something like the highly-charged yet serene inner radiance that filled me . . . who can be sure of anything?

Carlos lay nude on his side . . . far more erotically-magnetic than Michaelangelo's painting of Adam about to receive God's zap of life . . . his clear hazel eyes, like some kind of citrines with emerald flecks, gazed out the windows high above, more than two stories up from the ground at that southwestern side. He clenched his PC-muscle and his penis pumped a bit more full, flipped upwards slightly, as he brought both hands to his own chest and flickeerd thumbs at his own nipples. With fingertips he pinches both nipples firmly; this inspires his growing erection to twitch an dlift a bit further, untouched directly for now.

"How is the 3-Monkeys Tree?" he says. "I mean the one we planted our seed to feretilize it's planting the last afternoon on my first visit to Paradise?"

"We can go look right now, if you want--if the rain has let up enough . . ."

"Why not go in the rain, naked? It will baptise also us in the sacred silvery seed of the Sky Father, right, Bruce? Haven't you told me the rain is the semen of the first phallic god, the Sky Father? As Sons of GAIA, we owe it to this tree to visit it right now!"

"So we are told in the scriptures of Egypt & Sumer, it seems . . ." I admire the engorged, plumply pink & yet semi-soft penis of Carlos, that depends in an elegant, relaxed S-curve from the ebon thicket of his loins. The ruddy helmet of flesh, it's head flares visibly with his breathing and the circulation of his blood. His generous scrotum, the firm egg-shapes within, a tumbled tandem of male virility, shines plump and full below the base of his penile shaft, a swirling of crisp black hairs over the delicate skin.

The whole of this man is a vision of male glory beyond compare; dark lashes frame the intelligent yet dreamy eyes, the handsome, bearded face bracketed by adorable ears completes the noble head atop the lanky, athletic frame. An expression of wonder, mixed with inward bemusement masks his naturally noble features: Carlos takes great delight in doing anal breathing--the coordination of clenching & relaxing the anus with breathing inward & outward--which causes his penis to swell, thicken, lift . . .

My gaze follows his out the windows--the hill beyond the ravine stands half-buried by cloud, the precip no longer a downpouring deluge, though far lighter is persists steadily for now.

"Yes, let's go," I say. "When I was a boy in Thailand, during the monsoon season everythign flooded. All places were marooned. With my little boyfriends, we would strip to our underwear and go play in the flooded yard at the home of my friend who lived half of the city of Bangkok away from our house. We would swim and run splashing, and slide like otters through the waters."

So we forget about getting dressed or using an umbrella. I only pause to park my glasses on the high shelf in the downstairs hall where I always keep them when not on my face. The rainfall takes a short while to drench the 3 pale, naked men. Though Carlos has a jet-set life far more cosmopolitan than ours, flying all around the world--he stays in expensive hotels on the account fo his shamanic workshop company, & he goes sailing off the Yucatan and Costa Rica, he does not do a lot of direct sun. Maybe he does have some Mediterranean blood, as I would have imagined he might be Italian or Sicilian when I first saw photos of him, had I not known. Well, one of his grandmothers was Jewish, but the rest he says were Spanish. Castilian, I would imagine.

Anyway, within a few minutes from his question about the mountain laurel that Tom planted in a spot where the 3 of us all ejaculated together that first visit, we tiptoe out in the falling rain, down the front steps, along the winding Garden path of gravel, take turns toward the traditional Japanese teahous eon the edge of the ravine . . . there among limestone boulders that we acrefully climb up onto, the 3 of us stand carefully balanced, admiring the mountain laurel . . . now about chest high. How can we not begin to masturbate together in the falling rain??? How can this not become mutual, brotherly passion?!? Possibly we 3 will again share our sacred seed with this tree!!!

"I think it looks healthy, strong," Carlos says . . . he kisses first me on his right, then Tom on his left. Then with a bounce of bending knees, his muscular body ripples upon the carven legs, Carlos begins masturbating, with his right hand down behind his balls on his perineum, the left hand strokes luxuriously along his swiftly thickening, swelling erection in slow U-turn strokes; up backhand, U-turn of palm over the head, forehand back down the shaft, backhand up, U-turn, forehand down the shaft. . .

I've never seen a man masturbate more beautifully and mindfully than our phallic brother Carlos; his spine undulates like a cobra dancing to the music of its inner stardust . . . the rosy aura of a sex-flush appears on the defined pectoral planes of Carlos's chest; the six-pack of his scalloped abs undulates with his breathing & his slow dancing in place . . . despite the rainwater trickling down over us, quite cool & definitely keeping mosquitoes at bay . . . we 3 Monkeys cultivate the indescribably-intense erotic ecstasy of shamelessly masturbating in Original Innocence in the Garden of Paradise . . .

Frogs sing from the lily ponds, lower & the upper one where the little waterfall trickles beside the shrine of the Green Deva, that curious, eccentric song of the leopard frogs. Sounds not so much like an amphibian sometimes, as a disgruntled human baby or complaining curmudgeon. Me on the right and my partner on his left, are both masturbating . . . each of us fully aroused and totally engaged with our eyes full of our own, plus the other 2 men's bodies and magnificent masturbatory motions . . . manly balls swing between thighs sprinkled lightly with little hairs . . . nipples grow stiffer, bigger despite the wet & cool air . . . glistening penile shafts stir anchored in full, natural manly bushes of pubic hairs . . .

Carlos favors a water-based lube that he buys in airports. I've brought one bright purple tube of the lube with us & we all 3 apply it liberally. Masturbating with lube amplifies the sensations tremendously, as well as protecting the sensitive skin of our penises. "This stuff is actually GOOD for our penises," I say. "Did you guys know that?! I've read the ingredients . . . plus looked at their website."

They both just laugh. Carlos reaches to his right, to masturbate my erect penis, & to his left to masturbate Tom's erection. I turn toward him slightly before the drenched little mountain laurel tree, now 6 years of age . . . using both hands I masturbate Carlos with all the art & skill my soul is capable of, alternating periodiclaly which hand I emply upon his balls, which upon his erection. My partner reaches behind Carlos, to caress the firmly-rounded black-haired buttocks . . . and he delves a lubricated middle finger lovingly into the depths of the hairy cleft to court the rosebud and petition lovingly for entrance there . ..

"Our 3 manly hearts," Carlos says, "are One."

(TO BE CONTINUED . . .)

Peace & (((HUGS)))

Bruce

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Carlos & the 3 Wise Monkeys

(Part 2 of 7)

7.8.10

Dear Brothers in p3:

Due to the heavy rains that day, the Garden where we live appeared lush and washed, yet it was raining far too much to be outside. So after we arrived at the house and dried off, we had a late lunch of the salmon salad Tom had prepared earlier, & we were all a bit tired from the busy morning. So we agreed to take a nap together upstairs on the huge European bed.

"Welcome home," I said to Carlos, as we stood before the living room altar, where I had lit a candle in honor of the occasion. "This honors the first time you visited." He had already taken off his shirt, revealing his magnificent torso. Now he removed my shirt.

Carlos said, "I really am at H.O.M.E. here, on Humanity's One Mother Earth. The same Pachamama we honor with my work in the Amazon. That GAIA we honor with every breath we take, every touch of a penis . . ." As he spoke in that richly masculine voice, with his suave Latin accent, my partner came behind him, slipped arms around Carlos, and his fingers found the nipples of our beloved 3rd Wise Monkey. "It's so wonderful to be proud Sons of GAIA . . ." Carlos murmured, sounding dreamy.

Tom kissed his ear. "Let's continue this upstairs, guys."

Soon, in the midst of our nap . . . we 3 are totally naked atop the sheets while the rainfall comes & goes outside in ferocious waves of deluge; Tom lies behind Carlos with his erection between the Latin man's thighs, just below his balls. From behind,his hands caress the man's beautiful lean, definied body.

I'm facing the front of Carlos, with his erect penis and mine in my hands, & with plenty of lubrication I stroke them together. My eyes absorb the incredible beauty of this man's nakedness, his rapt & handsome face, the dense black bush that frames his genitals. My delirious maniplation of our penises against each other, also finds Tom's big glans under our brother's big hairy balls. Somehow the rainstorm & the waves of p3 we share are One mysterious, marvelous intensity.

"Ah, YESSSSSSSSS," Carlos growls. "This IS Penile Paradise, the nicest place on the planet for any man to be . . . with you guys, my Brothers. I am so grateful . . .totally blessed."

I'm in flight, wings spread & soaring on a zephyr, with the indescribably bliss & intensity of the glorious cock2cock with H.I.M. (He Is Magnificent!). I groan through my teeth: "I'm still amazed, after all these years, well maybe more than ever, at the profound innocence & pure-hearted nature of male masturbation, & men sharing this . . ."

"All those years as a guilty Catholic schoolboy, & in then the military," Carlos says, "I never dared to touch another man gently; the same while I was an athletic pro. I knew what I wanted, in the worst way, only I was very afraid. My life did not allow me that freedom." He pinches both my nipples with precise fingertips and pushes his face to mine; our beards rasp together as we kiss deeply.

Our tongues dance, & pause. "Then you met me, online . . ." Again, I have to say, "Wait, WAIT, please! This is too sweet to let it end anytime soon, maybe not any day soon . . ." So, as Tom presses closer behind him, I press closer in front, thus we make a sandwich of naked, aroused and ecstatic men. "I can't believe how good this feels!"

Sometime later I'm up on one elbow, simply holding my erection with the other hand, firmly grasping it, but scarcely moving, hovering effortlessly in a highstate of arousal. I observe Carlos on his back--Tom is over him on hands & knees, masturbating their penises together, wshile Carlos caresses Tom's hairy chest. "It's so true that we are shameless monkeys," I say, "No evil involved: not seen, heard, or spoken. This is all so profoundly & purely good! This is really not about sex you know . . ."

"You are right," Carlos looks at me, "it's brotherly love." He smiles that dazzling smile of his, then returns his attention to my partner, who gently lays his body down onto to living stardust of Carlos.

They kiss passionately & my heart overflows with adoration for both of these men . . .

(TO BE CONTINUED . . .)

Peace & (((HUGS)))

Bruce

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Carlos & the 3 Wise Monkeys

(Part 1 of 7)

7.7.10

Dear Brothers in p3:

The afternoon of 6.29.10: Carlos clearly has an erection already, as his fly is tented out by pressure from within. While driving from San Antonio to our home in Paradise, I'm seated on the bean bag between the front seats of the van; my partner on the left is driving, & Carlos in the passenger seat on the right, grins handsomely.

"I'm so grateful to be with you both again," Carlos says. "You are my phallic brothers & together we are 3 Wise Monkeys!" He watches the beautiful Hill Country scenery roll by as rain falls off & on. I admire the hawkish, black-bearded face decked with designer shades, his neat, short-sleeved shirt unbuttoned on the defined chest, the lean, muscular arms. He has prominent, shapely ears and wears his hair cropped short, a thinning spot at the apex of his skull.

Carlos bends over to kiss me while my partner is telling a story of his recent trip to Arkansas . . . I reach between Carlos's legs, feeling the stiff penis concealed in his beige trousers . . . he reaches left, behind my back, to grasp my partner between his legs . . . "You are an angel," he tells Tom. "Do you know that?!"

A couple of days ago Carlos Atreides emailed from the Brazilian Amazon about the soccer game that Brazil lost. Though he's still a big fan of the sport that made him such a celebrity in his native Peru, he was not so much upset as philosophical. "It's that finite & infinite games thing, you know?" he wrote."Finite games you play to win or lose . . . the infinite games you play to continue playing. Like masturbating mindfully, it's Lo Infinito!"

Last week, before he flew down to Sao Paulo, he spent from noon on Tuesday through Thursday evening with us here. This time, my partner was home, so it was a reunion of what we call "3 Wise Monkeys." Yes--there's wisdom indeed, in affectionate men who incessantly, shamelessly share masturbatory pleasure, as much as anything else, when together!

This time we picked him up at the airport. As described above, even before we got here, we 3 had started our rounds of kissing, caressing & erotic play that continued almost incessantly for the next 2 days . . . I'm rather awkwardly opening Carlos's trouser fly, & finally he laughs, then does it for me: belt buckle, button & zipper in a flash. His luscious, long stiff erection springs into view along with a puff of his wiry black pubes.

He's had more success opening Tom's pants. His elegant, long-fingered hand manipulates my partner's erection with great skill & artfulness. "Come one, Bruce," Carlos grins, "I want to see your beautiful big mushroom head!"

I lean back on the green bean bag & do the honors, raising my hips and pushign my pants down to my ankles. Meanwhile, though he's driving, my pard reaches over & takes hold of Carlos just as Carlos does the same for him. They feel each other's warm thickness, & I'm happy for the moment masturbating myself, scooted back slightly to enjoy the view of their mutual stroking. Though a truk passes, high enough to see what we're doing in the front of the van, we ignore it.

"You know the shaman I work with in the jungle, don Flores," Carlos says--we nod so he continues: "well, we have this big pavilion, eight sides . . . what do you call that in English?"

"Octagonal," I provide, "an octagon? A gazebo, maybe. Big one."

"Yes,like that. It has open sides all around, above the banisters, only covered with mosquito net. So during the ceremonies, which last all night long, we are . . . it's like being in the jungle, with nothing in the way! You know, like diving in a reef, with colorful fish, jellyfish, squid & things swimming all around . . . the voices of the jungle at night . . . a symphony! "

My partner says, "That sounds amazing! We'd love to fly down there somedayt & do that with you."

"Oh yes," Carlos nods & grins, then his head rolls aorund on his neck, falls back with eyes closed & mouth open. "This really IS Paradiso, my Brothers!"

"I better concentrate on driving," my pard says, taking his right hand from between Carlos's legs. "It would be nice to get home alive!"

Carlos says, "Our angel takes such good care of us . . . & we are all angels, no?"

The 3 of us laugh, & Carlos & I begin masturbating mutually. "Anyway, though the shaman is a handsome older man, it is nothing like this. Only we are like brothers spiritually. Also, we dissolve into the songs of the living forest, our stardust scatters into the night in rainbow rivers of light, like serpents . . . then it returns to reassemble our pieces . . . like we do when we masturbate mindfully."

"You have the soul of a poet," I gasp, rather close to coming, as I grab Carlos's hand which is masturbating me, & I say urgently, "wait, WAIT! Plus," I chuckle, "you have the penis of a gorgeous stallion . . . !"

"Thank you, Bruce," he says. "I love your strawberry also!"

(TO BE CONTINUED . . .)

Peace & (((HUGS)))

Bruce

P.S. For 5 Parts of an earlier visit with Carlos in June, see the archive link below.

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You CAN Feel Totally Alive . . .

. . . in Penile Paradise!

7.3.10

Dear Phallic Brothers:

Most men love to masturbate -- & yet those men who masturbate with great skill & artfulness are still quite rare.

These men are a wonder to behold!

They can inspire their fellow men to pursue such masturbatory excellence.

Men who develop such skills become happier, more balanced & sane creatures . . .

However this requites dedication, frequent practice, & development of erotic fitness.

This benefits humanity & the planet . . . Nature itself benefits . . . our relationship with the Earth benefits!

So, men, let's just DO IT!

You CAN feel totally alive in Penile Paradise!

What better place to live, on Earth?

What else is your magnificent, mysterious, magickal human body for, if not this?

Penile Paradise is literally within reach of your hands -- the gateway is between your legs!

What are you (what is ANY man) waiting for?!?

Peace & Namaste,

(((HUGS)))

Bruce

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