I'll confess that there was this h-h-hot defensive coach on a game I watched this weekend, and the camera went to him numerous times just as he was very animatedly waving his arms and sending in signals. Each time I slowed down the dvr and replayed just to see his upper inside arm, pit and hope for a slight glimpse of the underarm hair. Too blonde. Creepy and fun though.
I sneak a peek at guys dicks when pissing at public urinals.
I sometimes want to jerk off to "National Review" centerfolds of Newt Gingrich and Dick Cheney.
OMG---you call that pervy, OP? You must be new around here.
When I was on spring break with my high school buddies I often peeked through the bathroom keyhole when they were pissing or taking a shower. I know this was a very risky and pervy thing to do, but it was sure worth it. I even saw one of my friends masturbating (but he was drunk, so his virile member couldn't get up). And since the toilet was located right next to the door I had an amazing view of their cocks pissing.
Oh yeah, I also snatched one guy's used underwear once.
I follow hot dudes through the store while I shop. Doesn't everyone do this? I guess Im not that pervy.
You know the rules, OP. Which team, OP? Which assistant coach?
I shit standing up, into a garbage bag while jerking off, in front of a full length mirror. I WIN,! I WIN! I WIN!
[quote]Do you do secret pervy things sometimes?
WTF? Is it just me or do the missing words (or the novel use of "secret" as a verb) make OP's question far pervier than any sexual perversion?
R7.. Really? Really?
I'm bringing pastels back.
Pretty tame as far as "pervy" goes, but I play mental sex games on my crowded NYC subway commute at rush hour. A frequent one is where Fate/The Universe/Etc lets you take home and fuck someone, anyone, your pick, who ends up on the same train car as you. But you can only pick one, choice is irrevocable, and you have to choose the moment you first lay eyes on him. And then somebody even hotter might get on board. Or not.
The trouble sometimes is, I have a vivid imagination and start imagining the sex in real detail, and before you know it I'm trouser-tenting obscenely on the subway.
My Pervy things are all in my head
Once I was so horny for some sex I went to an area that young kids go to fuck at night. It was daytime, found a cum filled condom. It was very erotic to me. The cum seemed fresh...........do I need to tell you more?
I have a pervy way to pass time at places like the mall or airport. You have to be in a place that people frequently pass by. In my head, I pick a number at random. Then you need to pick a certain spot as a marker (ashtray, bench, tree ect). Count the number of people as they pass that spot. When the person (whose number matches my randomly picked matches) passes the spot, then I picture having sex with that person.
R13 yes, please continue
R8 = grammar fascist, but you are wrong this time, read it again!
R9. Yes, I really do that. In fact Inrecommend sitting while standing up. It's much easier.
i pop into an ABS on my way home if i am feeling horny.
I love to jerk off while wearing my dead grandmother's panties.
I let massage therapists jerk me off. These are "legit" guys in spas. I'm fucking shocked how many go to town when I simply pop a little wood.
I always wanted a happy ending at a massage parlor...but I am a girl???
R21, do you want a m or f massage therapist in this scenario?
If only he had written "secrete," R8, you might have a case.
R20 lol, they know who you are and what you are here for, the straight men don't ask for "guys" to massage them, get it?
R21, really no preference. I am hetero. Just am jealous that guys get to orgasm during a massage and females don't.
I typically go to Asian massage parlors anyway as they have flexible late hours....So, I am jealous of the guys..however, I am not even sure if they could get me off anyway..?
R25, would you go for a cute lesbian?
Definitely. I wouldn't even mind one of those Asian ladies...really.
I once displayed a fully nude ankle on the beach at Coney Island! I was young and very stupid.
I dripped cum from the rubber onto my instant hard on to jack off with while I inverted the rubber and stuck it in my mouth to taste as a shot a load.
R7 needs to be checked for colon cancer if he has to jerk his heart rate up to take a proper dump.
That's sad R29. Most of us just come in our mouths when we want a taste.
R14 scares me.
R7 = Marlo Thomas
Did it with the lights on once. Not sober though.
I regularly take my index finger to a line of urinals in my city to collect all of the fallen pubic hairs for my world's largest pubic hair ball collection.
I press my crotch against my washer during the spin cycle. Yum.
r24 - I'm not shocked that they may know I'm gay. I'm just shocked that they do it all, because, as mentioned, these are not rub-n-tug places. I'm talking 5-star hotels, expensive spas, etc.
My ex boyfriend and I get together on occasion for sex. We have no romantic connection at all any longer, but we're very good friends.
We don't want regular sex. We like to hang out naked together, give each other blowjobs, piss on each other and then shoot our cum loads on each other's faces. It fulfills a sexual desire, and it's fun. And it's not always easy finding other people for sex who want to get sprayed with piss and cum. And since we know each other so well, it's a hot sex session with no hang ups or hurt feelings. We're not getting back together. We just like the sex now and then.
When bored on the treadmill for 30 minutes at the gym I like to cast a porno. I survey the guys there and choose 8 I'd like to see in it. If a hot guy comes in after I've already cast 8, I'll dump one of the earlier guys and cast him instead.
It wasn't me but a friend who confessed that a particular hot male intern he was supervising would come in and consult with him in his office. When the young man left my friend would get on his knees and sniff the seat the guy had just vacated.
Sometimes I look at pornographic images and interfere with myself.
When I was on the swim team in high school, I'd wait until my hot teammates would leave and then (if/when possible) I'd get into their lockers to get a hold of their speedos. I'd then either jerk off with the speedo wrapped around my dick, suck some of the "juice" (water) out of the prime areas of the speedo (crotch/ass areas), or even take it home with me where I'd jerk off with the speedo over my head. There were three guys in particular whose speedos I'd do this with. I still possess one of their speedos to this day (the hottest guy on the team, and in the entire school for that matter). He quit the team mid-season and I absconded with his suit. I even went one step further when him, but it's so pervy I can't even bring myself to say it on an anonymous board.
*WITH him. Sorry
Come on man. Spill it. Stop teasing.
Where's Brandon when we need him?
Buttwater! Buttwater! Buttwater!
You probably have herpes or worse now, in your mouth.
That condom/sperm was mine, R13.
I love you, R41.
Your story lived up to the thread title - in spades.
Maybe we have encouraged him enough to finish the story...
R41 Those were mine. I knew. I also know about .. the other thing, so go ahead. They'll love it!
I send my boy packages of my cum, in vials when he is on the road. He eats it or puts it in his hole. I have fucked my boy in front of some buddies and made him suck them off. No one but me can fuck him, but I let them smack and finger his ass.
I have shown off my body to a group of women, and eaten the prettiest cunt. I used to like to beat up pussy and fill it overflowing.
I haven't really fucked anyone since I was 25 who was not a good hole, hot ass muscle worshiping cum hungry whore boy. Piss is not a fetish of mine, but sometimes I like to rinse out my bitch's holes.
A guy I fucked for two days ended up in the hospital once, but I will say no more. He wanted more though, a week later. Ha.
I have made ice cubes outta my cum and put them in the boy's hole before I fuck him.
I agreed to a threesome once, tied up the one who didn't interest me to the foot of the bed and fucked his lover all night long just a few feet away. Fun.
I get rough, and with a few guys I didn't care about I got rougher than you're supposed to. One of them thanked me and they all lived.
R51 = Rob Yaeger, lawyer turned escort/porn star.
I spill the contents of a condom I ejaculated into in the parking lot into the morning coffee. It's ok though, I'm clean.
I like to imagine that it gives me some kind of power over the fuckers I work with, like voodoo, you know?
Does cold jizz taste any different from fresh, hot jizz?
Okay, R41 here again...I didn't realize there would be so much interest in my story. I feel like a total perv revealing the rest of this, but I'm a sucker for peer pressure so what the hell. What I did was probably illegal, however I was still a minor at the time so that's my disclaimer. Anyway, so the hottest guy in our school joined the swim team one year (he's the one whose speedo I still have in my possession) and I made it a point to secure a locker right next to his so that I could watch him change every day before & after practice. I mean, if you could have seen this guy you'd have done it too--this was the opportunity of a fucking lifetime & I wasn't about to miss out on it. So, in addition to jerking off with his speedo I also blew a nut in his towel one time. My intention was to watch him dry off with it, knowing he was rubbing my sperm all over his body. I guess I thought it was as close as I'd ever get to having sex with him.
It never ended up happening though because (as difficult as this probably is to believe), he never returned to practice after I nutted in his towel. He just quit the team & never came back for the stuff in his locker (that's how I ended up with his speedo). Still to this day I find that timing so bizarre...I mean, what are the odds that I cum in his towel & he suddenly quits the team? I guess I'm kind of glad though, because I think I'd feel guilty today had he actually toweled off with my cum. I had a pretty sick mind for a 16yo.
BTW I still to this day have a huge speedo fetish. If I ever moved to a country like Australia where speedos are the norm, I'd be in a constant state of orgasm.
R56, you cum-squirting perv!
Hot. I totally get it, why you had the urge to do it.
I used to know a guy who periodically set his pubic hair on fire with lighter fluid. But me? No.
I sniff jocks and underwear in the gym locker room when a hot sweaty guy goes to the shower.
A couple of years ago I secretly took pictures of my naked, then 11 years old brother. I jack off to them till today and it's the hottest thing for me.
I jo to Obama
R21, are you not sure if you're a girl?
lol, 62! Yes I am sure...I am a girl. just odd that I want a happy ending.
[quote]WTF? Is it just me ...
In brief, R8, yes, it *is* you. There is a verb in his question. Ever run into the word "do" in your travels?
r41 and r56, You OWN this thread!
TY for sharing your stories with us here.
Recall an incredible jock who also had a locker near mine one semester.
The next semester, they reassigned some lockers around. Mine was moved. I asked to get my old locker back. The coach wondered, Why do you have to have old locker?!@?
Turned out the jock was neighbor of my best friend. Hot hot hot man.
R60, how old are you? Shouldn't you be at school at 10:22 a.m.?
[quote]I always wanted a happy ending at a massage parlor...but I am a girl???
Go to Budapest, r21. I have a friend who makes regular trips there for that very purpose. It seems like it would be cheaper to hire someone in.
I like to stick pins into pictures of hot shirtless guys. I'm a little scared.
No, I do not. How dare you.
There is a buy up the street that is so hot I have obsessed over him for 10 years. He doesn't know I am alive. He parks on the street. Each morning just before daybreak, I take my run. I have been rubbing my penis as I near his car, then rub my dick juice on the door handle where he will touch it.
R41 / R56 is my favorite DL poster in YEARS!
Seriously, I wish we were friends.
r41 and r56 more stories. You have a very active imagination.
bump for r41
R41 here again (I deleted my cookies so you bitches can't stalk me on here). Most of my perviest behavior went down during my years on the swim team (middle & high school). I was a young, horned-out-of-my-mind kid surrounded by dudes in speedos (many of them older than me & completely drool-worthy). The experiences I had & sights I saw thanks to being on the swim team are truly cherished to this day. I cannot fathom a more stimulating experience for a young gay boy. I honestly think I've already told you the perviest things, though.
Basically I was always trying to come up with creative ways to either get next to the hot guys on the team or actually have an excuse to touch them. Whether it was warming up right next to them on the pool deck so that I could fixate on their buns, or help them stretch (so that I could touch their arms), or simply get a spot in the same lane so that I could swim behind them and watch their bubble butts (THANK GOD FOR THE BREAST STROKE!!!), my eyes were always on the prize. That was half my lifetime ago now and I could still bust a nut thinking about it.
One other pervy thing I did in 7th or 8th grade was feel up my friend while he was sleeping over at my house. This kid (at least in my memory) had the fattest fucking cock head I'd ever seen. The first time I laid eyes on it--in the locker room after gym class--I literally began to shake. I had to play it off as being cold, but I was actually shivering for his cock. I cannot tell you how fast I ran home after school to jerk off that day. So anyway, here he was asleep on my couch and I needed to touch that thing. Granted, it was through his jeans, but that was good enough for me. I can still remember the intense feeling of excitement mixed with fear that he'd wake up and catch me (which would have destroyed my life, as I grew up in a small homophobic town). I just gently cupped his bulge in the palm of my hand and felt the heat emanating off of it. He never woke up.
OH! I just thought of another pervy thing I did to one of the guys from the swim team! This occurred after we'd graduated--I was stalking him on Facethejury.com (anyone remember that site!?) and managed to get his AIM name. I'm embarrassed to say it--and this is the ONLY time I've ever done this--but I hit him up on AIM with a fake screen name and pretended to be a girl. Sent him fake pics and everything. Long story short, I got him to jerk off for me on his webcam. I still can't believe he did it, and I'm super pissed that I didn't know how to take screen captures at the time. I considered it a massive success though! You should have seen the confusion on his face when I asked if I could see his ass.
I love watching this real father and 20ish-year old son naked in the locker room and showers at my gym. The homoeroticism with their hairy bushes, semi-hairy asses and uncircumcised cocks is a huge turn on. You don't see a father and son too often at the gym together, but these two get me fucking horny and hard.
r41, r75, you're determination and lust are to be commended. Few here would have ever gone as far as creating an opposite sex profile to get response from someone hot - maybe I am wrong?
I hope you have since had mutually satisfying experiences in adulthood!
You are an excellent writer also.
RE: You should have seen the confusion on his face when I asked if I could see his ass.
This is my most pervy thing. I worked at a summer stock theater one summer and my boss and I usually got up first. Our housing was in an old house, so there was a keyhole in the bathroom door. If "Chris" happened to get up before me, I would always run and cop a peek at him in the bathroom because he had a really nice cock. Great bush, wonderful length, and suckable balls. Even thinking about him naked gets me instantly hard today all those years later.
When he finally got in the shower, he was usually obscured by the shower curtain. Once that happened, I would run into a nearby closet and rub one out. I dropped many a
load on that closet floor that I never cleaned up. Just would cum then leave.
Thanks, R77. I've had my fun as an adult, too. That little perv is still in me I'm sure. Last summer I hooked up with this guy who's a mega-cummer. Neither of us could host at the time so we ended up getting it on outside (outdoor sex isn't my thing AT ALL, but I wasn't about to lose the chance at having this dude sperm me). We were getting bitten up by mosquitoes, so I kept my shirt on the entire time while he rode my cock to orgasm. This dude DRENCHED my shirt with cum--I couldn't see anything at the time because it was dark out, but when I felt my shirt with my hands it was like I'd just run through a fucking sprinkler or something! An absolutely MIND-BLOWING volume of cum. And the smell of it...mmm, the smell. You know the smell. Well, I've never washed that shirt since. It's still hanging in my closet covered in his DNA, and I've even gone so far as to pull it out and taste it from time to time. It's one of my absolute favorite t-shirts so I do miss wearing it, but damn...it turns me on knowing I possess a nutsack-full of that dude's sperm. Is that pervy? I really hope he doesn't read Datalounge.
r41, You are what makes DL a great place. No where else can we get data like the kind on threads like this. Most would never admit to having significant clothing items which have another memory attached to them not related to the color of the garment!
I wonder if your partner mentioned above always cums like that or it was related to your shared experience? Oh the mysteries of life and love!
Keep us informed. I like how you think!
I have to admit that when I'm watching The Kardashians (the E show, not the Star Trek villains) when Scott Disick appears I hesitate almost 1/2 second before tivoing to the next scene. I find him kind of attractive, in a "Signal 30" kind of way.
I get a box of glazed Krispy Kremes. Hot and fresh. Take them into work on Friday mornings to share. Add my cum to the glaze on the way to work. I get off on knowing my coworkers have all tasted my jizz without knowing it.
I am not sure I believe you, r83.
Wanna taste, R84?
sorry, I don't eat donuts.
I worshipped my brother's feet and shot a load on them while he was passed out drunk. I was 14 and he was 23.
I've never shared that story with anyone but I feel like we're family here...
r87, what possessed you to do so? Did he notice all the cum when he awoke? 14 is such a super horny age!
R83, I have serious doubts that there exists a donut flavor that is close enough to jizz that nobody would notice actual jizz on it.
On Mondays, during the break between The View and Ellen, I like to go to the local nursing home, shove a can of Crisco and a bottle of red food coloring up my ass, stick a rosette tip in my butthole, and frost a cake while flogging my cock while whistling Maple Leaf Rag. My encore involves a canary, a bag of frozen spinach, and a Rand McNally road atlas.
I don't know what's more disturbing: R60s admission or the fact that none of you freaks called them out on it. This thread is like a sequel to "Happiness" and it's not even slightly entertaining.
Let's have more discussion about this.
In college, I used to sneak into the dorm rooms of the hottest guys with the biggest feet and steal a pair of their sneakers or running shoes. I kept them locked in my suitcases in my dorm room. I would jerk off while wearing them when my roommates were out.
R87 here. I've always had a thing for men's feet and my brother had big soft size 11s. I don't know what came over me but it just seemed like the most natural thing to pull off his boots and socks (after making sure he wouldn't wake up) and give his soles a tongue bath. I got so turned on that I took out my dick and blew a load all over the bottoms of his feet and then licked it up. He never knew what happened. I have masturbated to that memory so many times over the years.
God, I *am* a perv, aren't I?
OP here. R94, yes, I think we would agree on the perv factor for that one.
So are you attracted to your brother, r94, or just your brother's feet? I find foot fetishism fascination because I just don't have that compulsion. My perversion lies elsewhere.
It's a shared secret. I have a fwb who texts me that his cam is on at a site we both use so I can watch his partner fuck him. His partner has no idea.
Yes I do. But it turns out they're less secret than I had hoped...
I pick my nose.
When I'm in a relationship I tend to become kind of boring sexually, but sometimes when I get worked up enough when I'm single I'll find a guy on Recon or somewhere who is extremely submissive. I'm kind of surprised how easy it usually is to find a guy that is at least moderately attractive who gets off on being a slave. I have to be really horny, but when I am I can really enjoy dominating a guy for a couple days. Besides being naked the whole time and doing anything I come up with, they usually like to be bound and gagged, tickled and spanked, edged the whole weekend, that kind of thing.
[quote]While we are dealing here with pain, it is a pain the masochist is capable of transforming into pleasure; a suffering which he, by some secret alchemy he alone possesses, can turn into pure joy.
—Jean Paulhan, Preface to Pauline Réage’s “The Story of O” (1954)
If you were to tell me the first thing that comes to your mind when I say “S&M,” there’s a decent chance that it would be the “Fifty Shades” trilogy. Or perhaps you’d describe some sensual scene lit by flickering candles: an ice cube to a perky nipple, wax dripping onto a shivering naked abdomen, a guillotine mask, a pony harness, a strangled scrotum, and a spring-loaded mouth gag . . . well, now you’re just getting carried away, you perv. In any event, this dominant-submissive (or “master-slave”) dynamic is more common than you may be aware. Around 11 percent of us, irrespective of our gender, have had an experience with sadomasochism. Five percent of men and 7 percent of women also report regularly including “verbal humiliation” in their erotic repertoire. And that’s just those who’d ever admit to such things on a survey.
Most so-called sadists in the S&M community aren’t really that sadistic; nor are most “masochists” willing to commit too much to their masochistic roles. Emphasizing the relative harmlessness on both sides, John Money referred to the average bondage-and-discipline fan as a “velvet dragon.” Although sadism is included in the “DSM- 5″ as one of the harmful paraphilias, clinicians aren’t going to favor a mental illness diagnosis for some theatrically inspired woman who likes to occasionally tie up her “prissy little bitch” of a consenting husband and sink her teeth into his buttocks. These things might smart and induce some wincing, perhaps a few tears, but they’re not exactly going to lead to reconstructive surgery or to a major medical claim. Rather, to determine if the patient’s kinkiness qualifies her as a genuine sexual sadist, psychiatrists look for two things: the pain she inflicts must be real rather than playful, and she derives her most intense pleasure from the suffering of a nonconsenting other. Usually, such a person—that’s to say, a paraphilic sadist—will only come to our attention after she’s committed a serious crime, with the courts ordering her to undergo a psychiatric evaluation.
That’s sensible enough, since it hurts so good except when it doesn’t. For horrendous incidents in which deranged individuals attack innocent victims, pain and nonconsensual sex almost always go together. When these two criteria are applied to S&M outliers far off the beaten path from the rest of that community, however, there’s often plenty of real pain and suffering, heaps of it even. Yet the receiving party has also consented to the sex act. Don’t forget that all-important fact about the subjectivity of harm and how it varies from person to person. Cultural differences come into play here as well. And with an extreme masochist the issue of harm can get especially tricky. Screw on your forensic cap, for instance, and consider how you’d analyze the particularly gruesome case of Der Metzgermeister (the Master Butcher) of Rotenburg, Germany.
Before the more recent case of the Cannibal Cop (in which the New York City police officer Gilberto Valle was found guilty of planning to kidnap, murder, and eat a woman—or eat and then murder, the correct order of those last two verbs isn’t clear), there was the tale of Armin Meiwes. That name might dimly light up in your frontal lobes as a distant headliner best forgotten, but to remind you—and apologies for doing so—Meiwes, a computer repairman by trade, was the German cannibalistic sexual sadist who, in the spring of 2001, found a willingly edible sexual masochist for himself named Bernd Jürgen Brandes. “Looking for a well-built 18- to 30-year-old to be slaughtered and then consumed,” read Meiwes’s personal ad on the Cannibal Café website (which, you’ll probably be glad to know, is a website no more). And Brandes, it seems, was looking to be thoroughly digested...
...That old psychopath Cupid couldn’t have arranged for a more tragic crossing of these lovers’ paths. (Oh right, where’s my head? After our terminology lesson in chapter 4, you’re probably starving to be told the technical name for this cannibalism paraphilia. It’s “vorarephilia,” from the Latin vorare, “to swallow or devour.”)
From the video footage—the whole awful thing was taped from start to finish—it’s apparent that Meiwes (the eater) didn’t coerce Brandes (the eatee) at all. If anything, the coercion was done by the masochist, not the sadist. Brandes even begged a hesitating Meiwes to bite off his penis. There’s no need to hover over all the nasty details, so let’s fast-forward to the kitchen scene, where Meiwes has just sautéed the chomped-off organ in a pan with wine and garlic and the pair is now amicably dining on it together. (Meiwes would later describe it as “chewy.”) Forward still, past that unmentionable bit and so on . . . and then finally to the part when Brandes’s salted carcass is hanging on a butcher’s rack in the purposefully built slaughter room of this house of horrors, where forty-four choice pounds of him would slowly disappear down Meiwes’s esophagus. I’m by no means suggesting that both the S and the M parts of this equation weren’t disturbed men. You don’t need to be a mental health expert to see that. Yet when we try to apply the ”DSM- 5’s” criteria of pain and non-consent, there’s some tension here, since Meiwes had explicitly sought out a consenting adult partner. And when you combine consent with a masochist’s apparent death wish, well, you can see how a forensic psychiatrist’s job can be daunting. Diagnosing the only remaining member of this carnal coupling becomes, shall we say, “philosophically problematic,” given the victim’s extraordinarily unique subjectivity.
Attempts to objectify pain and consent for a diagnosis of sadism also run into trouble at the other end of the ouch scale. In this case, it’s not consent that’s the issue (the other person clearly doesn’t want to be doing what the sadist is enjoying); rather, there are some sex acts that don’t appear to our own eyes to be “painful,” at least as we usually understand that term. In fact, they can very well escape our notice altogether as being sexually motivated, but from the actor’s point of view, they’re maliciously so. Take tickling, for instance. Despite peals of laughter and the ear- to-ear smiles associated with tickling, it can be a very unpleasant experience for those on the receiving end of a well-placed feather or incessant forefinger. Consensual tickling isn’t unusual for those into S&M, and usually it’s quite harmless. But when it’s done mercilessly against someone’s will, tickling is no less than torture.
When you combine a sadistic personality with the paraphilia of “titillagnia” (erotic arousal from tickling), the result isn’t anything to laugh about at all. I submit for your consideration a patient described in 1947 by the psychiatrist Emil Gutheil. The man was a married, prominent thirty-nine-year-old lawyer living in New York City (funny how so many of these deviant sex cases are based in the Big Apple) who just happened to have an ineradicable sexual urge to tickle people. This wasn’t some innocuous velvet dragon, however. Instead, his most frequent masturbation fantasies involved tickling a person to death, or at least to the point that the person would foam at the mouth and lose consciousness. (This man’s sexual sadism may have given the case a unique spin, but he certainly wasn’t the first to tickle for malevolent reasons. In ancient China, the courts of the Han dynasty brutalized the nobility by tickling them, since it left no marks on these high-profile figures when they’d be seen in public. Centuries later, a woman in Vienna filed for divorce against her husband, who for years had been tickling her as a form of spousal abuse for precisely the same reason.)
Consistent with the theory of male sexual imprinting, Gutheil believed that the patient’s desires stemmed from him growing incidentally aroused as a seven-year-old boy while being overpowered and tickled by his older brother. Now an adult, the man found intercourse repulsive, and he’d been forcing his poor wife to indulge his vicious tickles. The psychiatrist notes how the sadistic patient was sometimes able to find prostitutes who’d allow him to tie them up and tickle them. “But this type of prostitute was so expensive that he could not afford them for any length of time,” writes the psychiatrist. The man also had a history of paying young boys to tickle each other unremittingly, masturbating on the sidelines while watching them doing so and thereby re-creating the childhood scene with his brother but this time in the role of voyeur.
It’s kind of a pity that this man lived when he did. Today he’d surely have found a more suitable “knismolagniac” (the tickling masochist to the titillagniac’s sadist) or perhaps even the more rarefied “pteronophiliac” (those who obtain their most intense gratification from being tickled with feathers) somewhere online. (If a computer repairman can find a person happy to be swallowed alive these days, an attorney can certainly find someone willing to be tickle-tortured.) Had the patient enjoyed his sexuality with one of those complementary paraphiliacs, the harmfulness of his actions would have been less than they probably were for his wife, prostitutes, and children.
Sadism isn’t the only paraphilic category for which the question of harm can get murky for psychiatrists as well as for anyone who has ever contemplated another person’s unusual sex life. As the lovely Kate Upton reminded us earlier, a universally objective reality simply doesn’t exist in the present domain; what’s harmful to me isn’t necessarily harmful to you, and vice versa. It will change as soon as I put this comma right here, but as of this very moment there are exactly 7,088,343,858 people on the planet. If all but one of these individuals were to experience harm in exactly the same way from a certain sex act, that solitary person is nevertheless just as right (or just as wrong) as all the others combined. This is because there’s no “correct” way to experience a sex act, only individual differences in subjective realities. It may be a moot point, since it’s not logic that guides culture but instead sheer social mass shouldering into it with brute force, but nonetheless 7,088,343,857 shared subjective realities do not add up to a single objective fact. What was harmful to them was not harmful to him, and that, as they say, is that. Or to rephrase: one person’s horror story is another’s erotica. And I’m quite sure our vorarephile Bernd Jürgen Brandes would tell you so too, if only he were still around.
Excerpted from “Perv: The Sexual Deviant in All of Us” by Jesse Bering, to be published October 8, 2013 by Scientific American / Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC.
R94 here. No, I'm not attracted to my brother. I think the opportunity just presented itself. It could have just as easily been a school friend.
OP, I am concerned by your definition of pervy. So you take some time out to concentrate on a personal fetish. You are appreciating the beauty of a man's body, no matter what part of the body it is. An aesthetic appreciation. To define that as "pervy" is exactly why so many people are repressed.
r104. Thank you for the update! Very nervy and you got away with it. He must sleep like a log.
My boyfriend frequently wears a condom for underwear
never on Sunday.
I sometimes like to find a guy that will allow me to shave/wax him from head to toe. Everything, even eyebrows. My favorites have been the ones that didn't have tattoos.
Sometimes I climb into public Port-O-Johns so that I can look up and watch people do their business on my head. But never on Sunday.
R105 I guess what I mean by "pervy" is sexual behavior deemed inappropriate by the general public, even those who approve of homosexuality. I think they generally believe we hold hands and decorate a lot and avoid thinking of the actual in-and-out. If they only knew how far beyond that we go. Sometimes.
do tell us how far, r113~
"You don't see a father and son too often at the gym together"
Damn, I used to LOVE going to the gym with my son!
Does anyone else here think Jesse James is Very Hot?
No, R116. Even Mrs. Jesse James never thought Jesse James was hot.
[quote]I stuck a flute up my pussy! It never sounded the same again!
Which? Your pussy or the flute? I can imagine that the flute never SMELLED the same again.
I guess no one is naughty anymore?
I'm closeted. I love hanging with my hot straight buddies and drinking beers. Eventually they all start burping and farting which turns me the fuck on. So manly and dirty. When I get home I jerk off hard thinking about it.
Also I used to take my straight roommate's unwashed underwear from his room and jerk off with it. I would lick the crotch area sometimes.
Farting turns you on? It usually has the opposite effect.
Yeah. But only by specific (hot stright) guys in specific situations when it's a male bonding experience. If my buddies are hanging out playing XBox and someone rips a loud fart and everyone laughs it gives me an instant boner.
If like a gay guy I'm having sex with accidently lets one go its just gross.
It's still gross man! Straight guys do that? Ew!
I watch porn, especially now that I'm single. :(
I can't be the only one here who's into straight dude farts. Am I?
Well, since you asked R114 ....
I go to Military Classified every couple of days and watch the teaser. Last night, he had what I considered to be the PERFECT male subject, and he set about massaging him, sucking his dick, eating his ass longingly and extensively, licking his feet, etc., and then he was drenched in a massive ejaculation which went everywhere.
And then I wondered briefly how my grandmother would react. She would consider it a little pervy perhaps, but then she's old-fashioned.
I get off on acting like people at work and others in my life don't piss me off but then at a later date doing something that ensures they will eat some of my fecal matter.
Are you telling the truth, r131?
I take selfies of my ass and genitals and create a Craigslist ad. Just to see how many responses I get.
Between the ages of 24 and 40 I never missed a chance to feel up a drunk, passed out straight guy if I found him hot. Friends, strangers, co-workers. Been kicked out of a college party for it. I jack off to those scenes all the time. I have undressed them, actually stroked their wood. One guy I took pictures of and still have them. Kissed a few. Got some drunk myself. If they had on dress shoes that was a major plus. Never made one come, and never came myself. It was like I was making a porn film for later. Not one awoke.
I like listening to my upstairs neighbors having sex.
OMFG, R134 is a rapist!!!!!!
Now, what are the details of you getting thrown out of a college party? That sounds like it could be a funny story.
you are very BOLD r134.
I'd have to say R134 is leading in the short-of-disgusting category. Ettra credit for daring.
R19 I don't know if it's just pervy but also disgusting (for my taste), but if it makes you happy...
I stare at every guy's crotch.
I was also a part of the swimming team for many years, but never went nearly as far as r41. But I remember watching the older guys and their bodies, hairy legs and chests (back then nobody shaved), asses in speedos and naked, cocks, their faces, eyes and lips, backs etc.
I followed the hottest one to the same lane and swam behind, showered near, went to sauna at the same time, changed in the locker room when they were there. Never followed just one guy never all the time, I liked so many. It was very innocent and I was shy. When locker or shower room or sauna was very crowded (happened very seldom) I found myself next to some hot guy and our skins touched. The best was sauna, when legs touched and we sat there some time.
It happened from perhaps between age of 8 and 13.
It's hard to tell what's considered pervy anymore. I catfish young guys, sometimes straight ones, on dating sites. But I don't think that's pervy, is it?
What is this new term, catfish?
A catfish is someone who pretends to be someone they're not using Facebook or other social media to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances...
[quote] Few here would have ever gone as far as creating an opposite sex profile to get response from someone hot - maybe I am wrong?
Yes. I am glad to see I am not a lone in the perv department. My first experience with a guy came from creating a fake profile on a chat line. I still do it to this day. I moved to NYC when I was 20 and started calling the Night Line, disguising my voice and talking to horny guys as they jacked off. I know it's so analogue but there is something very hot about listening to a stranger getting off. Hearing their voice right in your ear is very intimate.
Anyway, I used to go on the Night Line as a women saying - and this was my whole spiel - "Looking for any horny hung exhibitionist out there who would be up for helping me fulfill my fantasy." I would get tons of responses, non-stop. It's amazing how horny and willing str8 men are. I would tell them I would want them to come over to my place and show of their cocks while I watched them through the peep-hole. I would say my BF, who had a small penis and didn't turn me on, and was asleep in the other room. And that it would turn me on to watch a stranger while he slept just feet away.
I the early days, I had about 20 different guys come over. Some even put their dicks right up to the door and let me touch them. They wanted to believe so badly this was actually happening. And some of those guys were SO hot.
One summer I lived in a basement apartment just off the street which was perfect for this set up. The one sexy guy came over and whipped out his cock while I watch. He left and I thought he figured out I was a guy. Only about a minute later he returned with motor oil from his car (he had driven in from Queens), stripped completely naked at the bottom of the steps and started lubing his dick up with the motor oil. He jacked a huge load off on to the door. That was actually the coup de grace of the entire scenario. I told the guys I wanted them to cum on my door or I'd open the the door and want them to cum on my floor.
Nowadays - late 30s - I still call chatlines on the straight side but I don't disguise my voice. I say I am a man and looking for the same thing as above. It's actually hotter to wait for the responses from horny curious guys willing to do stuff on the phone they would never do in person. You would be amazed how many guys, when completely anonymous, admit to wanting to suck cock. Of course they hang up as soon as they cum.
I have loads more stories.
[quote]A catfish is someone who pretends to be someone they're not using Facebook or other social media to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances...
A catfish is just someone who keeps you on your toes / off guard. It has morphed into the above definition because of the movie.
Supposedly a company that transported live fish found that by the time they arrived at their destination the fish would be dead because they wouldn't move around. They discovered though that if they put catfish in the tank, the catfish would nip at the other fish, keeping them swimming around the top and alive.
When a cute guy passes closely by me I inhale deeply and try to smell him.
Mostly no smell but sometimes there's a whiff of hot male skin.
Today a guy coming out of the mall smelt of clean, warm cotton.
keep em comin..
I was at a college party. A really cute guy - short- got drunk really quickly from doing shots. He passed out next to his friend on the sofa. His friend carried him to bed and left him there. I went up and just starred touching and feeling him up. Just as I was taking out his semi hard cock a girl from the party opened the door and saw what I was doing. She told the other guys and they escorted me out.
r151, RE: She told the other guys and they escorted me out.
She was jealous you were getting at what she wanted. Most straight girls have a tough time with man2man sex. Especially if they are not getting any.
I live in NYC and the fire escape is right outside my bedroom window. Whenever I hear my cute gay neighbor downstairs having sex I creep out and stair into his bedroom window and watch him having sex.
r153, are the lights on?
When I was a kid, we used to go to this water park once every summer. The park had a wave pool. I would position myself in just the right spot to rub against guys when the wave came.
R146 I admire your perv madly!
When I ride public transportation, I like to look down into cars to see a guy's package.
r146, keep posting!
R146 / R153 here
Yes r154 he leaves the lights on. They're dimmed but you can see everything. Our bedroom windows face a brick wall so he feels no need to invest in blinds. You can here him going at it through the bedroom floor. That's when I creep out onto the fire escape and take a gander.
I have always loved watching, catching something I shouldn't be seeing. Seeing a guy boned up in his suit pants on the subway can be 100x hotter than if I'd seen him completely naked.
I'm also the same guy from the infamous thread about my straight buddy who wanted me to bring a roast beef sandwich before I came over. You can search that one.
I like going on my roof and wandering around checking out other people's apts, catching guys jacking off. Now that everyone has either a phone or a laptop, there is always some guy jacking off to something. I like to see a hot str8 guy fucking his girlfriend.
To whoever said upthread that they love smelling the farts of hot guys - you are absolutely not alone here! I was at the gym yesterday and as I walked into the men's room I saw this big Latin-looking hunk (tall, dark, built, heavy eyebrows, slight Bobby Cannavale look) pissing at the urinal. Didn't catch a peek at the goods, but as I pissed next to him he unselfconsciously let rip the loudest, nastiest fart I ever did hear. He didn't bat an eyelid as he did it, just kept pissing away. Something about the utterly self-confident male piggishness of his behavior was thrilling to witness. It was exciting to be around his unapologetic alpha-male energy, farting up the bathroom like he owned the place. And then the smell hit me. Absolutely vile protein drink fart. Of course I was only turned on because the guy was hot, but his farting was far from a turn-off to me. It only excited me more. I'll look out for him again and post if I have further nasty fart experiences with him!
sorry, r160 that just does not cut it as being hott.
r159 TY for posting. Reading your post reminded me of the old television program, Love On a Rooftop! ha
What else is new?
Shit and cum at the same time. Seriously, try it.
I recall, R164, that the Roman poet Martial had a poem on that subject, translated by Tim Reyolds in *Arion* 1968 as a limerick: "We all have our foibles; & some, / McFag, like to shit when they come. / But how do you do it / with General Huett / 's stupendous machine up your bum?" (Cum futuis, Polycharme, soles in fine cacare. / Cum pedicaris, quid, Polycharme, facis?)
Fascinating . I stand over a big black garbage bag when I have to drop a bid
G one and jerk off. When I start to cum I let it drop,
the posts re: shXX - is not pervy it's plain gross.
R167 dude, don't knock it until your tried it.
Never on Sunday.
Would you guys rather spy or be spied on - voyeurs?
More literal translation: "When you fuck, Polycharmus, you're in the habit of shitting at the climax. When you get fucked—what, Polycharmus, do you do then?" Subtler than the translation—but I kind of like the translation better!
I've had two hot jockish dudes that wanted me to shit on them, I finally gave in this year to one. I didn't like it, but I enjoyed the huge cum load he dropped on my face.
r 173, this is the reason so many gay men are not in relationships!
A very hot guy wanted me to crap in his mouth while he was eating my ass. I declined for a long long time then finally did it. It really did nothing for me but he seemed to enjoy it. I ignored him after that though. I had no urge to hook up again with him.
weekend is here... time for more posts!~
r175, RE: but he seemed to enjoy it.
what about in the car?
I exchange (used) underwear with my fuckbuddies. i keep theirs unwashed and wear them sometimes when i go out.
In my apartment building, there's a unit directly below mine shared by three hot, straight jocks. Within the past year, they've put a shoe rack outside their door where about 15 pairs of shoes are kept. Whenever I pass by, I bend down and get an intense, deep whiff inside whatever pair seems to be the most recently worn. Of course, some of the shoes get so stinky, they don't even have to be worn regularly to retain their funk.
I'm paranoid that one day they'll happen to be looking through their peephole at me while I'm perving out on their kicks. I try to be quick about it.
r180, I am surprised you have not peeked in their windows at night.
This is wild!
Read Huffington information at link below:
from link above:
As he passed through airport security, Falcon said a younger security guard felt threatened by his "very noticeable" package -- and interpreted it as a biological threat.
"I said, 'It's my dick,'" Falcon said. "He gave me a pat down but made sure to go around [my penis] with his hands. They even put some powder on my pants, probably a test for explosives. I found it amusing."
I'm not half the perv I thought I was.
Thanks for making me feel like a cloistered hermit. Damn.
I perform 'panty' raids at my local gym.
I did some really pervy things when I was early 20s and had just graduated college and moved in with a friend. This guy was straight and fucking gorgeous...Had wrestled in high school and college and won state even. Muscly and blonde and so sexy. Well, I would go through his laundry basket and steal his underwear, and of course there would be dried cum stains in the crotch, and I would suck on them when I jerked off. He would jerk off before he went out most nights in his room, and throw his cummy Kleenex in the trash, which I would dig out and suck on, trying to pull as much cum out of that thing as I could. Eventually, I came out, started dating, and could feed my cum addiction directly from the tap:) But I have rarely seen a guy that was as hot. He's married with 2 kids now. Still hot as fuck.
r189, Did you ever see him nude?
At 190, yeah, when we were in college, after drinking one night we were pissing behind a building and I saw his cock. Nice size, shaved pubes unfortunately. I don't think my eyes have ever looked out of their corners more thoroughly:)
TY r192. Interesting his cum was a magnet for you more than his dick.
Come on guys, tell us more. Spill.
I have had my cock squeezed and my balls cupped a few times by airport security. One looked into my eyes as he fondled my cock. I liked it. Wonder how he knew.
You probably keep getting the unusually intuitive ones, R196.
r180 Honey, those jocks are onto you. They put up that rack, and installed a camera. You're famous all over the internet, and they're making a few bucks off of your perviness.
I can't believe everyone here has nothing to share?
I am fixated on a married neighborhood guy who enjoys drinking beer. When he and his wife are off to work, I walked to their recycle bin and noticed the brand of beer he drinks, bought a 6-pack waited until he was out in the yard, approached him and lied that I won the beer at an office picnic. He is rude when sober, very amicable when drinking. I decided I am a fool.
r200, Did you give him the 6 pack or one beer to drink with him?
What does he look like? Do you watch their windows at night?
Some of y'all are disgusting
r200, what's your attraction to the neighbor. Is he hot looking?
I grab my college students' asses when they least expect it.
What's new in your secret minds?
This has the making of a great thread...
How many here have a pervy story to tell?
I take my phone in the men's room and secretly film guys while they are using the urinal
I keep clippings when I trim my bottoms' pubes.
For about four years my cousin and I had sex 2 to 3 times a week. We made about a dozen homemade videos of me sucking his dick and him fucking me. He is in the Army now and is married with two kids. We only see each other about once every two years but we still have sex whenever we can be alone.
That's very hot, R213. What are your bodies like? Can you describe the first time it happened?
First time he was 18 I was 23. He is 6'2" slender 7 inches thick curved to the right, cut, blonde and nearly hairless. I'm 5''7" brown hair, kinda hairy. The first time I just i sucked him off.
I too like recording guys i public bathrooms. Through gloryholes, peepholes and even at urinals when i am standing at the urinal beside them. I put my phone in my pocket with the lens sticking out and i get a dick level view if their dick without them knowing it. Have made a few dozen and never been caught. Some will even get hard if they think I want to play.
Do you really want to risk that on your permanent record: "arrested for importuning" or "public indecency"?