To Cut, or Not To Cut

When I first moved to Prague about 3 years ago, there was naturally some culture shock, but having done a bit of traveling in my life, it didn’t affect me that badly. The one thing that it did take me a while to get used to was the near-ubiquity of the foreskin. Growing up in America, I had gotten used to clean, smooth cocks with prominent heads protruding proudly from the top of the shaft. It was fine, and for a very long time i figured that circumcision was something that was almost necessary for survival and that if someone’s wasn’t cut, their dirty penis would rot and fall off and when they died God would not recognize them as being one of his “peeps” and they would rot in hell forever. Anyway I must have been about 12 when I saw one for the first time. It was at summer camp, and my counselor was a British guy named “Theo” (at the time the only other Theo i knew was the one on the Cosby Show, and HE totally wasn’t British so this guys was like a complete alien to me already).

The day is still vivid in my mind. Our troop was in our “hogan”, which was what we called the place we were living. It was basically 4 walls of aluminum siding, with a few metal bars across the top, and a giant blue tarp laid over the bars that they named after a sacred Navajo structure to make it sound ‘outdoorsy’. For me, it just brought up ideas of a POW camp, and a naïve Kommandant named “Klink”(needless to say I spent a few hours in front of a TV set when i was young.) Anyway, so everyone’s getting all naked and I’m stealing subtle glances at the other guys’ equipment, when I caught a glimpse of something dark and fluffy out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see Theo’s huge jungle of dark brown pubic hair, and nestled inside was a (rather large) pasty white cock that looked like an ant-eater snout. Well I was horrified but I just thought he had had some strange accident, or that, for some reason then unbeknownst to me, that’s just the way British people’s cocks were, like ti was some genetic misfortune, something to add to all the rest of them. Well i guess i was more or less right, although I didn’t know why back then. But i remember being nauseated the rest of the day and not being able to eat much (good thng we didn’t have calamari for lunch). Anyway I got over it and it definitely didn’t stop me from sneaking away to watch the counselors take showers through a knothole in the wooden wall

Flash forward to 12 years later. I hadn’t come across a ‘hoodie’ since that day but I’d seen them in lots of porn, and they always gave my stomach a little twitch. So when I first came ‘head to head’ with one after I moved to Prague, I had to make a decision. Should I face my fears and try something new, or should I run screaming and make up some story about my laxative kicking in? Well, being the adventurous type, I only paused a few seconds before bearing down and sticking the whole thing down my throat. Well?…….. I almost puked. It was so disgusting, this guy clearly did not wash his shit out from under the skin and had enough cheese stored up in that thing to feed the entire Ingall’s family through a long, hard winter.Since then, I have spoken to people in my situation- there’s A “Dickcheese Eaters Anonymous” meeting every Wednesday at 8, free coffee. Not really, but I did talk about it with friends and people more in the know that I, and apparently it’s a simple a question of hygiene. You gotta pull your foreskin back when you pee and wash it regularly otherwise. Then it’s fine. This advise gave me the strength to try again (if you can’t deal with an uncut cock, you’re SOL in Prague.) And yes, after a few tentative encounters, always making sure he first scrubbed his shit out in my bathroom first, I was ready to rock some turtleneck cock! And I have to admit, when it’s clean it’s fine. I’ve even come to prefer it to the old “foreskin-impaired one” that I have been stuck with. I even wish there was a way I could get mine back one day….there’s gotta be a surgery or something, right?

Anyway, let’s her YOUR stories. Which do you prefer? Are you pro or against the “lhasa apso” look? Voice your opinion on our ‘comments’ board” ………

In honor of our brand-spankin’ new ‘beach theme” party, a.k.a. “Gaywatch”, We’re posting this list of the Top 10 Most Popular Gay Beaches Around the World. (courtesy of gay.com)

10.) Ogunquit Beach, Maine

9.) Provincetown, Massachusetts

8.) Rehoboth Beach, Delaware

7.) South Beach, Miami, Florida

6.) Laguna Beach, California

5.) Little Beach (Makena), Maui, Hawaii

4.) Puerto Vallarta, Mexico

3.) Sitges, Spain

2.) Mykonos, Greece

1.) Patong Beach, Thailand

I’ve only ever been to one of these, Rehoboth Beach, Delaware… the actual beach is called “Poodle Beach”, and it’s way down on the very end of the main beach. I didn’t know wthis the first time, all i saw were lots of mom’s and dad’s and kid’s running around, and i remember thinking, “For a gay beach, it’s very ’straight-friendly’ “.

Of course, none of these beaches comes even remotely close to having as much hot boy-on-boy, on-boy-on-boy-on-boy, action as we do at GuYs Go CrAzY!!!!!!!!!!

the proof:

I’m SO upset I didn’t think of this first, I mean, after every party we just throw out gallons and gallons of homo milk, when this whole time we could have been packaging it…… damn.