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Manning a booth at an industrial exhibition was never my idea of fun. It was boring, uneventful and tedious, consisting mainly of standing around with little to do. Infrequently, someone stopped by to ask a question, and a quick attempt was made to interest him in our engineering services. Sufficient contacts were made to warrant continued presence at these events, but working the show was always dull. Until I was asked to man a booth at a medical equipment show, that is. What a difference!
My boss decided that the several hospital engineering projects we had successfully completed represented a good business potential so he wanted to expedite our entry into that market by exhibiting at a popular international hospital and medical equipment exhibition. Two of my colleagues and I were chosen to man the booth. I was not excited by the prospect of standing around again, but the other two, both married, seemed to enjoy the idea of getting away from home for a week. The show was in the Southwest - a long way from home.
Within the first two hours of the show, I felt unusually stimulated. Already, at least six or seven men had rather openly cruised me. The cruisy atmosphere was an absolute surprise. The men seemed almost to be expecting to find available young men manning the booths and some of the open stares and none-too-subtle come-ons were surprisingly blatant, many coming from men too handsome to ignore.
When I went to take a leak, at mid-morning, I felt I was being followed. In the large bathroom, lined on one wall with those commode-like, bowl-shaped urinals that stick way out into the room and offer no privacy, almost all of the urinals were taken. Since all the booth doors were closed, with some hesitation, I went up to an available urinal in the long line, tugged out my dick, and flopped it over the bowl. I sensed many eyes staring at me. Or at least staring at my cock, which seemed to like the attention, for as I peed, it started slowly, but perceptibly, to enlarge.
A quick glance to my right showed me that many of the displayed cocks in the long row seemed to be inflating right along with mine. The same was true to my left. The sight turned me on. Seeing those responses gave me the uncanny feeling that I could easily lead this group in a massive jack-off, if I wanted to. My cock liked the idea. But this was a major convention center with hundreds of guys entering and leaving the busy lavatory, and I knew such an idea was out of the question. But my cock wasn't at all embarrassed to show itself off amongst the men in this long line of rising interests.
Finishing my piss, I waggled my cock enticingly for a moment, as if drying it off in the open air, and then, somewhat reluctantly, eased the long length of it back through the fly of my gabardine trousers and backed away from the urinal while zipping up. An audible sigh could be heard. They had liked what they'd seen. But what could I do? I wondered what my colleagues would have thought had one of them walked in on us. No, this was just too public a place for further dawdling. And I had to get back.
One bold guy, probably old enough to be my father, sidled up to me rather shamelessly and in a stage whisper I was sure most of them could hear, asked, "Would ya let me suck that big thing?"
I smiled without comment, amused by his audacity and, glancing for a last time at that long row of meat, strolled out, hoping my cock would deflate sufficiently to avoid detection by my colleagues. When I returned to our exhibition booth, both complained that I had been gone too long, which surprised me. I didn't think I had taken all that much time. But from that point on, until lunch break, our booth was inundated with men suddenly showing great interest in our services. The rest of the morning rushed by amid a flurry of business activity.
* * * * *
I was horny. There was no doubt about it. In my mid-twenties, I needed frequent sexual relief. The constant stream of visitors to our booth who seemed openly more interested in my body than my engineering skills compounded the pressures. As I left the booth for lunch, I was fully aware of the tingling in my balls and the swaying in my boxer shorts of my always-interested cock.
I walked the length of the connecting tunnel to a bank of elevators in my hotel and decided to find some private relief in my room with my well-trained fist, and catch something to eat for lunch later. When I got into the elevator, two other men joined me. I pressed a button for a floor, but they did not. I figured it was just coincidence we all were staying on the same floor.
"D'ja have a good morning?" one of them asked in a friendly tone.
I looked at him with a smile. He was a little older than I, and was obviously in very good shape. His physique filled out his clothes well. He, too, was wearing a name badge for the exhibition.
"Yeah," I said, agreeably, "business was pretty good."
"Harry's not talkin' 'bout 'business'," the other guy hissed in a husky, sex-laden voice, emphasizing the word "business" with sarcasm.
My eyes popped open wider and I shot a look at him. He was grinning, and when he saw me turn to look, he slid his hand down his fly and openly groped himself, lewdly, obviously, knowingly. He cupped his palm under his balls, shifted his hips forward, and displayed his entire cloth-covered crotch to me. My immediate reaction was to wonder if we were being observed because we were riding in one of those glass-enclosed atrium-located elevators in easy view of anyone caring to look.
My mouth dropped open. This guy was very sexy. Not just because he was shaking a full groin at me, but because he was good-looking, about my age, obviously well-built, and very masculine appearing despite his open, assertively gay approach.
"Okay, okay, George," Harry said with a laugh, "stop shaking that big thing at him. You'll scare him off. And, besides, someone may be watching."
For some reason I was glad to learn that it was big, and I figured I had a pretty good idea exactly how Harry had acquired that bit of knowledge about George.
"Oh, I don't scare off easily," I assured them with a grin.
"That's what we figured," Harry said. They both smiled and seemed to relax. George kept his fist in his crotch but more to grope and enjoy than to menace.
The elevator doors opened.
"Well, this is my floor," I said absently, as I walked out into the hallway. They both followed me. I walked the short distance to my door and paused. They stopped behind me. I really wondered what the hell they were up to.
"We seen you in the toilet, man," George offered as explanation, as if reading my mind.
"Oh!" I exclaimed. I guess that did explain a lot.
"Since we've already seen what a nice cock you've got," George quickly added, "and how it seemed to enjoy being with other cocks, we thought maybe you'd be game for some hot action." He grinned at me. "After your display this morning, we felt you'd know how to handle a couple of nice ones and might just want to try."
"Oooh," I trilled in feigned effeminacy, "what a good idea! Com'on in." I opened the door to my large room and they both filed past with without further discussion. Two at a time, I was thinking to myself, how very interesting! I locked and bolted the door so we wouldn't be disturbed.
When I turned around, both were already half undressed. They were horny and they were in a hurry. I wasted no time joining them. In a flash were all completely nude. For a few enjoyable moments we just stood there watching our three cocks slowly form into outstanding erections. It's a process I never tire of watching. They, too, seemed as enchanted at the spectacle as I was.
"Look at all this meat," George hissed with pleasure. He looked great naked - muscular, trim, and hairy in all the right places. "Big" was exactly the right word to describe his cock. It throbbed proudly in front of his flat abdomen, vibrating with excitement and looking clean, cut and capable.
"Christ, this guy's hung, George," Harry sighed approvingly, staring at me. He certainly had nothing to complain about, himself, as I ogled his large, fat, cock. It had reached that pinnacle of rigidity that makes a cock look awesome in its strength and readiness.
"I told you that, before, Harry," George explained to him, "I was standing closer to him than you were."
"Funny," I exclaimed, boldly looking at their cocks, "I don't recognize either of you from this morning."
They chuckled, but Harry suggested I hadn't really looked at individual cocks at the urinals. "Most of us were getting off on you, acting so bold, like that," he said, "but it seemed to me you were getting off on the idea of all of us being there together and showing hard together. It seemed to me that's what you liked."
"You're right," I agreed. "You're also very sexy," I added.
Harry waggled his cock. "Wanna suck it?" he asked.
Conversation was over. I needed no further invitation. The thick cockhead brushed my lips and then pressed inward, searching for the wet heat of my mouth, demanding entrance. It felt so good pushing in. My ovaled lips slid down the thick column with the familiarity a cocksucker, like me, loves. The size, temperature, smooth skin and contoured shapes of Harry's large cock gave me extreme pleasure. I moaned softly as I slowly began to raise and lower my head on the stiff column of hot flesh.
George had squatted down next to me to watch me devour his friend's cock. Although it wasn't needed, his running, lewd commentary about my ability to suck cock, about my dexterity in slipping it all down my throat, about my obvious experience in handling cock, all added to our mutual enjoyment of the moment.
"Geez, look at 'im go down on that long pole," he sighed. "It really gets me hot."
I glanced at him, not relinquishing the prize in my mouth. He was dandling his big cock through the initial stages of jacking off. The cock looked ready and moist with oozing lubricant.
I shifted my position, standing bent over sucking cock while my ass waved freely in the air. It took but a moment for George to recognize the invitation. A strong hand slid onto my buttocks, massaging it with knowing affection. I groaned loudly in appreciation of the loving contact, which sent electrical impulses throughout my body. George focused his play on my ass-crack and then on the puckered hole hoping to be filled. I writhed with pleasure from his hand, while sucking the cock in my throat with greater enthusiasm.
"He likes what you're doin' to his ass, George," Harry sighed erotically. "It's causin' him to suck my cock even better, now, really makin' me feel great."
"Yeah," George agreed, "he wants me to toy with his ass, all right, but my dick's gettin' all gooey and strong and I gotta put it in 'im. I'm really gettin' hot!" With that, he rose, still stroking his cock, leaving it for a moment within my view to watch it glow with arousal. Then he withdrew it. Almost instantly, I felt it plying the gates of my ass, demanding entrance.
He was good. He knew how to lubricate me with his pre-cum while exciting me to the point of near-orgasm, before he slowly eased the big thing into me. When the big cockhead finally slid in completely, triggering a clamping down of my sphincter, stimulating that well-stuffed feeling of a fresh fuck, it felt terrific! And he knew it. He poked and probed, parried and withdrew, pumped and jarred me until we were fucking away like wild panthers.
"Christ, watching the two of you fuckin' is bringing me off," Harry whispered down to me, hoarsely. "I'm gonna shoot my load, man," he added excitedly.
I had already known he was about to come because his hot organ had suddenly become even more engorged and rigid. It was stone hard - immovable. As I sucked it, I realized how much I thoroughly enjoy sucking a good cock. I bobbed and sucked, deep-throated and swallowed, and stimulated every cell of the long weapon. I knew he would come soon. I knew I was giving him such a good blowjob that he wouldn't be able to withhold an orgasm. I wanted the rich reward of his hot syrupy cum, and I was about to get it.
George's hands were holding on to my hips and he was fucking me with long strokes, now, really plowing my ass with jarring humps that slammed noisily against my meaty ass. He was face to face with Harry and I wondered what the two of them were thinking as they looked at one another at the peak of enjoyment.
"Look at that big cock of yours plug his ass, man," Harry hissed with pleasure.
"You're really feeding him the tube, man, right down his throat to your balls," George replied.
"Feels great!" Harry confirmed.
"Next time," George confessed in a husky whisper, "I'd like it down my throat!"
Harry's cock twitched inside my throat. He was starting to reach orgasm. "Next time," he admitted in a tense voice, "I'd like that big cock of yours up my ass!"
Simultaneously, both began shooting massive loads into me. I felt sure they were staring lovingly at each other all the while they came. Stream after thick stream of hot juice entered me from both ends, filling me with overflowing satisfaction, enjoyment and contentment.
When they both pulled out, at almost precisely the same moment, I felt a great wave of carnal pleasure course throughout my body. This had been an exceptionally stimulating encounter, with two exceeding sexy men, and I knew I could not withhold my own orgasm for very much longer.
As I straightened up, George, the more assertive of the two, said about my rampant hardon, "Man, look at that cock, Harry. It's huge."
"Looks like he's gonna blow his wad, man," Harry replied tensely. "Why don't you suck him off, George? Get a little practice before you suck me off, too, like you said you wanted to."
"You mean, before I stick this big cock of mine up your humpy ass? Like you said you wanted." They were challenging one another.
"Yeah," came Harry's soft, but heartfelt, reply, "I'd really like that."
"Okay," George said agreeably, then he dove onto my meat. He slurped a couple of times, not really well practiced in cocksucking but exceptionally enthusiastic for a newcomer. It was more than enough for me. A load came gushing up out of me that had George gasping for breath.
"Fuck, you almost drown me," George sputtered good-naturedly as he relinquished his prize. "But it tasted superb!"
"Thanks. From the way you guys were talking, it sounded to me like you've never made it together. What's the score?" I asked.
Their faces flushed charmingly. George said, "We met at one of these conventions a few years ago. It was the first time for both of us. I just happened to see Harry go into a toilet booth with a guy. A while later the guy comes out wiping off his chin and Harry comes out with a blissful look on his face. Later that same day, Harry happened to see me go into a booth with the same guy, but a while later the guy comes out buckling up his trousers, and I come out grinning, happy to see Harry there. We exchanged details and, from then on, we've sort of hung around together sizing up the available guys. These conventions always seem to draw so many of us. From the first, we've always liked hitting on the same guy and then comparing notes about it later. But this is the first time we've made it an open three-way."
"Yeah," Harry confirmed, "when we saw you at the urinal, today, we both knew we wanted to make it with you. We knew we'd have a good time together if it could be arranged. And, here we are. It was more exciting than I had anticipated."
"Well, listen, you guys," I said, "it's been great, but I've gotta get dressed and return to my exhibit booth. Otherwise, the other two guys with me will get pissed off."
"How are they," George asked pointedly, a sexy grin on his handsome face.
"They're married," I replied as though that explained it all.
"To each other?" Harry asked with a laugh.
"I don't think so," I laughed.
"Don't let wedding bands slow you down, man" George instructed.
"I'm not usually looking at fingers," I admitted with a sly grin.
They laughed, but didn't seem in a hurry to leave.
"Look," I said, gathering up my clothes, "you guys don't have to leave. Relax. Enjoy yourselves. From what I heard, you need to do a little experimenting with each other, for a change. I recommend it."
They looked shyly at each other. All three of us saw that the suggestion was giving them both reinvigorated hard-ons. I left the room, took a quick shower after releasing George's great load of cum, and got dressed.
When I went back into the room, they were lying next to each other, head to toe.
"A sixty-nine seemed like a good way to start," Harry said with a grin.
"Have fun, you guys," I called out, and I heard slurping sounds as I closed the door. I had wanted to stay with these sexy, vigorous, young men, but I had to return to the booth. I felt a tingle in my balls throughout the afternoon as I imagined what the two of them would be up to on my bed. By the time the show closed for the day, the images had made me all hot and horny again, as had the come-on looks I'd been receiving all afternoon.
* * * * *
There was a soft knock on my door. I wondered who it could be, figuring it was Harry and George returning for another go-around. I had been back in my room only long enough to slip out of my clothes down to my boxer shorts. I had decided I needed to beat out a quick load while remembering the day's events just to keep from exploding, but here was an unexpected interruption. Without thinking about it, I opened the door.
"Oh!" I heard someone say in surprise. It was Stan, one of my two colleagues. He reddened, seemed flustered and looked away from me down the hallway, but only after taking a quick head-to-toe study of my almost naked frame.
"Err..." I mumbled, trying to think of something to say. "...I thought you were someone else. Sorry, I should have put on my robe before opening..."
"No, no, it's okay," he interjected, looking back at me. "Hell, we're all men, aren't we? No need for modesty." (I thought he sounded like a pompous ass, but figured he was just embarrassed by my unexpected near nudity.) "I work out at the gym three nights a week and see naked guys all the time," he continued, belaboring the point past good sense. (Something about the way he said it, though, made my antennae go up.) "Besides, your still wearing shorts."
I wanted to say I could take them off for him, but I held my tongue as I held back the door, silently offering him entry. He stopped talking and came in. I closed and, for some reason, bolted the door, just like this noon. I guess I still didn't want to be disturbed. There was something about his demeanor, something I couldn't quite put my finger on, that told me this had the potential for completely unexpected thrills.
As he came into the room, I realized he was about an inch taller than I was, and slightly broader in the shoulders. I'm a well-built six-one, so he was big. I could believe he worked out regularly. It showed in his carriage and through his clothes. He'd been with the firm less time than I had. Our contact had been infrequent but polite. Here at the show we had continued to be polite to one another, but I had never felt any interest in him. I say "felt" because that's how I am. I have to feel there's something there before I can loosen up and, to me, Stan had been just another married man.
When I turned around, it was obvious that Stan had been staring at my back, no doubt admiring the way my ass filled out the boxer shorts. He turned red, again, and started to stammer and look at the floor, like an embarrassed teenager.
"Would you like a drink?" I suggested.
Relief broke out on his face. "I'd love one," he said earnestly.
I got what he wanted to drink out of the small refrigerator and poured myself a drink, too. I handed him his, and took a swig of mine after making a cheerful salute to him with the glass. He smiled and took a long gulp.
We stood there looking at one another in silence for a long time. It wasn't up to me to say anything. After all, he had come up to my room.
He took another long draught, almost finishing the drink, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and started to say something.
"I... I..." he began hesitantly.
"You what?" I prompted.
"I followed you, today," he blurted out, suddenly.
"Yes?" I questioned calmly. Panic is never the best response in situations like these, I had discovered, so I waited for him to explain himself.
"I saw what you did in the men's room, this morning."
"What was that?" I asked innocently.
"You know. Showing off your hard-on to those guys. Getting them to show hard, too, like you were all gonna have a circle jerk." He whispered the last two sentences as though not wanting to be overheard.
"I see." I remained calm. There was still no reason to panic, although the inclination did flourish below the surface. My calmness seemed to fluster him further. He finished his drink.
"Then I watched you all morning with all those men around you all the time, smiling at you, fawning all over you."
"Hmm," was my response.
"Then I followed you at lunch time and watched you meet with those two guys and take them up here to your room and stay with them until you were late coming back to the booth."
"Were you late, too?" I asked, quietly.
He looked surprised. "Well, yes, I was. I had to hurry just to get back before you did."
"Then what happened?" I asked.
"Well, I... uh..." he stammered, flustered again, "...I watched you all afternoon, too. Talking with all those men. Why it looked like they were flirting with you."
"Some of them were," I admitted quietly.
He looked surprised. "They were?"
"Of course, they were. Some of them were gay."
"But..." He stopped. He was at a loss for words.
"But, what?" I asked calmly.
"Well, didn't it, like, uh, annoy you? Turn you off?" A practiced expression of disdain crossed his handsome face.
"No, not really. Most of them were very nice. And business is business, isn't it." It wasn't a question.
He looked perplexed.
" Some of them came on to you, too, didn't they?" I asked, softly.
"Yeah," he admitted quietly.
"What did you do?"
"Nothin', really. I just ignored it. Mostly." A faraway look came into his eyes.
"It didn't bother you, did it?" I almost whispered the question.
"Naw. I guess not. It's just that they..." He stopped.
"Well, com'on," I said cheerfully, "you're a handsome young man. Guys must have come on to you all your adult life, haven't they?"
He looked at me strangely, thinking about it. "No, not really. I think I'm too big. Sometimes, I think I scare them away."
"Do you want to scare them away," I asked barely breathing.
He took a deep breath. "No," he confessed quietly, hanging his head.
"You don't scare me away."
After what seemed an eternity of silence between us, his head slowly lifted and he stared at me for a long time. "Do you mean you're..." he stopped. He couldn't say it.
"...coming on to you?" I finished the question for him.
He nodded silently.
"Not if you're gonna knock my block off," I said lightly.
"Oh, no, I wouldn't hurt you," he suddenly gushed, very sincerely, looking tenderly at me. "Not for anything," he added.
"Then I AM coming on to you," I said simply.
"Wow," he said, his eyes wide as saucers.
"What would you like to do about it?" I asked him, curious how to proceed with him.
"When I saw you showing hard with all those guys, this morning, it reminded me of a circle jerk we once had when I was a freshman in college. It reminded me, today, that I had really enjoyed it, then. What you did with them got me hot, too."
"But you don't want to jack off with me, now, do you?" I asked bluntly.
"No," he admitted, quieting down, again.
"You're wondering what happened here in this room this noon, when this door closed behind those two sexy guys, aren't you?" Even if he hadn't been wondering about it, he was now.
He nodded, excitedly, his eyes wide with interest, obviously expecting me just to blurt out what took place.
I paused, realizing that I was developing an erection in my flimsy shorts. I had to control myself or he'd frighten off, which would be disastrous.
"We didn't jack off, I'll tell you that. But, what do you think happened?" I teased.
He looked puzzled for a moment, but then looked tricky and asked, "You gave them blow-jobs?"
"Do you want a blow-job, Stan?" I asked, bluntly.
"I've never had one," he answered immediately. I knew he was telling the truth.
"You mean never? No girl? No guy? No glory hole? Never?"
"Never," he repeated. In a whisper, he added, "I've thought a lot about it, though. My wife says it's dirty and just the thought of it disgusts her. But I've heard a lot of guys boast about how good it feels, even from a guy. Or, especially from a guy," he added, pointedly. "I guess that's really why I'm here. I'd like to find out if it's really as good as they say it is."
"Well, let's find out," I said, moving to him and reaching out to push off and remove his jacket. He offered no resistance so I just kept on removing his clothing.
Stripping him was an exotic delight for me. He was shy, but proud of his strong body. He was bashful with me, but stuck out his naked chest and felt pleasure from my admiring glances and fleeting but stimulating touches as I undressed him. He was docile, letting me remove his pants, shoes and socks, but proudly self-assured when I openly admired the large bulge in his jockey shorts.
I slipped a hand under the waistband of the shorts and tugged slightly. "Shall I take these off, too," I asked. I wanted his agreement to proceed.
"Yeah," he agreed, huskily, "but take yours off first."
I thought that was an interesting request and quickly complied.
"Man, I thought that was a big one when I saw it this morning," he said admiringly. My cock wasn't fully erect, yet, but was long and fat, pointed towards his feet, obviously engorged, stimulated by the first stages of erection. His sincere flattery seemed to massage my balls and make them buzz, further inflating my rod as he watched in fascination. It was an exciting moment. I could see that he liked what he was looking at.
As we both watched my cock expand, I noticed an equivalent expansion in his jockeys. A bigger and bigger bulge developed, aimed at and then almost reaching his hip. This was no little wanger, my practiced eye told me; this was a man-sized dick of major dimensions and eye-popping proportions. A cocksucker's daydream come to life – a great cock!
I unconsciously licked my lips as I stared at the increasingly large bulge. In seconds, it had doubled in size.
"Oh, it looks like you're hungry for it," he sighed.
My cock completed its rise to full glory, throbbing between us, wordlessly confirming my lust for him.
"Yeah," I agreed quietly, and I reached out, tugging at the waistband of the shorts, again. This time, his cock rose up out of the cloth like a missile being readied for blast off into space. It, too, reached its fullest degree of engorgement and stiffness, breathtaking in its masculine beauty with its alluring curves, colors and odors.
Using both hands, I tugged the shorts down, uncovering a hefty, almost hairless scrotum containing two giant balls. The sac was hanging lower than one might expect after release from confining jockeys, confirming to my knowing glance that Stan had recently had an orgasm. But he was ready for another. The shorts dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them, completely nude. His erection had already become so stiff it did not sway with the movement.
I pinched one of his nipples, watching his wide-eyed response as his cock throbbed with pleasure at the touch. His body was like a raw nerve, tingling at the slightest contact. I leaned in and lapped at the nipple, nipping at it with my teeth and then sucking on it expertly. He hissed with pleasure and thrust his chest out at me. I rapped an arm around him and our naked bodies pressed sensually against one another. He sighed and I felt his erection throb next to mine.
Releasing my tight hold, I slowly licked my way down his body. As I neared his cockhead, which was pulsating in front of his navel, he drew in his breath, expectantly.
"Are ya gonna suck it?" he asked. "Here?" he added.
I straightened up and looked him in the eye. "Where would you like me to suck it?" was all I could think of to ask. I didn't know what he wanted.
"I'd like to be able to watch you do it, man," he whispered, huskily. The way he asked was extremely sexy - a real turn-on for me. I, too, am easily stimulated visually.
"How about doing it in front of all those big mirrors in the bathroom?" I suggested.
"Ooh," he hummed, delighted with the idea, "that'd be great! I've always loved seeing what I'm doing."
"I do, too," I agreed as I led him by the hand into the large, well-lit hotel bathroom.
I saw both of us from many directions in the several mirrors in the room. In our fervent arousal, we both looked terrific. I could see Stan admiring himself but also studying my whole body, too. Wordlessly, we both grabbed our cocks and began a slow jack-off while watching ourselves in the mirrors.
"Fuck, man, this is fantastic!" Stan blurted out. "With all these reflections, it reminds me of that circle jerk and of that line of guys this morning."
I kept pace with his jack off for a while, letting him enjoy the scene for a good length of time, knowing it was stimulating his juices and making my task that much easier, but then said, quietly, "But, we didn't come in here to jack off, did we."
"No," he agreed, "but it sure looks good and feels good."
"Maybe you'll find that this feels even better!" With that, I squatted in front of him and put out my flatted tongue. His hand was still on his cock, and he used it to push the stiff rod downward to slap against my outstretched tongue. As I felt the fiery hot cockhead touch my tongue, I caught it by ovalling my tongue around its contours and drawing it into my mouth. It slid in easily, a cock made for sucking.
"Man, look at that," Stan hissed as he watched his cockhead disappear into my mouth. He could see it from several angles and each looked spectacular. I watched his abdomen tighten with excitement. I reached up with one hand and lightly fondled his big scrotum, feeling the sac squirm with delighted sensations. Stan hissed with pleasure at the touch.
My other hand slid up his belly to his chest to massage, tickle, pinch, and play with his meaty pecs and rigid nipples. But the focus of my attention was on the huge cock in my mouth. I set upon giving Stan a deluxe-class blowjob. No holds barred. All the stops full out. Deep throating till my nose was pressed tightly into pubic hair and against bone, my forehead flattened against strong abdominal muscles, and backing off till only the thickly flanged cockhead was held in my mouth.
He watched in silence, dumbstruck at the sight of his entire, long cock penetrating completely into my throat. Watching my head travel the long length of the stiff erection as I slowly, with great effort and mind-boggling suction, bobbed upon this wonderful organ.
It felt great sucking him like this. His was a perfect cock for an expert cocksucker like myself. It was long and thick, hard and resistant, but simultaneously pliant and subtle, allowing great variation in technique, tempo and effort. He reacted well to each change in my sucking and began to respond with thrusts and parries of his own, while watching his body dance in the mirrors as he fucked my mouth. Soon, his own hands were playing with his body, too. I'd move from one nipple to the other, and his hand would replace mine at the vacated nipple. His other hand roved his abdomen and crotch, touching my hand on his balls, feeling my lips on his cock, touching my face, running through his patch of dark cockhair, rubbing his muscular abs.
"Oh, God, I had no idea it could be this great!" he sighed. "Look at you, sucking my big pole. Takin' it in to the hilt. I've seen a couple vidoes of cocks being sucked by gals, but it didn't look anything like this! You're workin' on it! You're down to my balls! Oh, man! This is better than a fuck - I feel your tongue, your lips, your throat, the heavy suction, on every inch of my entire cock. At the same time, I'm watchin' you suck that cock like a pro, man - you really do it right. This is fantastic!"
He had spread his legs wider, getting a firm stance on the tiled floor with his naked feet, and was really humping cock into me. I loved his comments, but the one thing I wasn't hearing from him was that he was about to come. I dawned on me that maybe I was right, maybe he had had an orgasm during the day. And as soon as that thought struck me, I was sure of it. He'd gone somewhere, maybe into a booth in the men's room where he jacked off to relieve the pressures, to give himself a nice hand job. I'm too good a cocksucker to be fooled. He was receiving such a first-class blowjob that, were he fresh, he would have already popped his cork.
I slowly withdrew and backed off, letting the cock slip from between my lips. Still squatting, I looked up at him.
"Oh, shit, man, don't stop now," he pleaded. "This is terrific! Look at my shiny cock, man. I'm about to blow!"
I rose slowly, smiling at him. "Would you like to blow?" I asked quietly. My use of the word "blow" was completely different than his, and he knew it. I was asking him if he wanted to suck cock. It was a bold question, which could have turned him off.
But he wasn't offended, I could tell. His eyes immediately darted to my throbbing dick, which was leaking strings of sticky pre-cum. He knew what I was asking, and his immediate response was not rejection. His eyes grew bigger as my cock pulsated for him, oozing even more fluid. It looked ready. We both knew it was ready.
"I... I never..." he stuttered.
I grabbed my cock and drew the skin downward, causing the cockhead to flare even broader and gleam in the bright lights with a special sheen of erotic enticement. I waggled it slightly.
He licked his lips.
I waggled it again.
His tongue came out slightly and then went back in. I knew he was contemplating touching his lips to my cock to see how it would feel. He felt his tongue on his lips, again, and I sensed he was considering whether a cockhead would feel much differently.
I waggled it for the third time, not insistently, but just letting him know it was ready for him if he wanted it. But I kept silent. A wrong word, now, could break his enchantment. And my big cock was enchanting him. I could see it.
He leaned down, closer to it, as if to get a better view. Then, he turned his head up to look me in the face, while still bent over, and whispered in a hoarse voice, tense with desire, "It does look good enough to eat, doesn't it."
My favorite phrase. But I nodded, silently. It occurred to me that we could both see my overt stimulation. It was evident that it had come from the enjoyment I received from sucking his cock. This obvious pleasure surely pleased him, too.
He leaned in even closer still, and saw the cockhead flare to its absolute maximum extreme as clear fluid continued to ooze from the wide slit indented at the top. As I watched, too, I thought I might just come on the spot and start spurting sperm at him, that's how close to orgasm I was, as he contemplated whether or not to touch it with his tongue. It was an especially erotic moment for me.
"Look at all the goo you're pumping out," he whispered, almost to himself, as he stared in fascination. "How does that taste?" he wondered aloud.
I shifted my hips upwards ever so slightly towards him, reducing the distance between my cockhead and his mouth. The motion caused him to press downward, too, rather than back away. His face was now a fraction of an inch from my cock, and his ear was almost touching my body. The next move had to be his.
Suddenly, I felt his tongue scrape lasciviously against the top of my cock. Contact! I thought with overwhelming delight.
Instantly, the tongue returned and lapped at the fluids oozing from the slit. And then, immediately, the tongue lapped up more of the fluid. And then, more and more until I could feel the exquisite sandpapery textures cleaning around the flanges of the corona. He licked and lapped, moving his head around the big thing, oblivious to everything but the big cockhead.
Finally, I felt his entire mouth slid down over the crown and engulf the entire glans. "Ummmm!" he hummed with pleasure. He lowered his body and tried to fit more of my cock into his mouth. The movement drew my cock downward, pointing straight at his mouth. I looked over at a mirror. The scene was fabulous! The connection between my cock and this butch, first-time cocksucker was extremely exciting to see.
Suddenly, Stan looked over to the mirror, watched himself for a moment, and then looked up into my eyes. His eyes narrowed with pleasure. Then, I saw him study his own reflection, seeing his mouth filled with my cock. His eyes widened with amazement. But, rather than withdrawing, as I thought he might when he saw himself in the classic cocksucking position with a big cock in his mouth, instead he stuffed in more cock, and began slowly sucking and bobbing on the organ like he had watched me doing on his cock.
It was too much for me. Far too exciting. Far too stimulating. It was taking me right over the top.
"Look out," I warned, "I'm about to lose control."
His eyes questioned me through the mirror.
"I'm gonna shoot my load, man!" I clarified, certain that he'd want to back off and watch me shoot.
But he didn't back off! Still watching himself sucking, he increased his effort and brought me off in his mouth. I came explosively. It was the most intensive orgasm of the day. One of the most intensive and most memorable of my life, in fact! Here was this handsome, macho, stud, fucker down on his knees gulping down my hot, sticky load. It gushed and gushed, yet he drank down the entire load until finally I was dry and even he knew it.
He released my spent dick and, still kneeling, looked up at me. His face was a study in conflicting emotions flashing across an insecure landscape. "Did you like it," he wanted to know. "Did I do it right," he asked. "Did I do it as good as others have done it for you?" he asked without waiting for replies. "Would you let me do it, again?" he finally asked in a hushed whisper of concern.
"Oh, man, that was perfect!" I sighed, finally, relieving his stress and stretching in front of him, running a hand down my chest to my abdomen, though my patch of hair and onto my partially deflated cock, with obvious sensual enjoyment. Posing for him. "That was so good," I confirmed, squeezing my cock in front of his eyes as if milking the last drops of cum from it, even though we both knew that he had sucked it dry.
Pleasure lit up his face.
"So good, in fact," I continued, "that you've got to FEEL for yourself how good it is to come in a man's mouth. Here, now, bring that huge cock of yours back up here and let me finish sucking it off." I was being purposefully brazen, and I could see that the dirty talk was increasing his enjoyment.
"That's it, feed that big tube to me," I continued until speech was impossible. This time I could sense an especial urgency from him. He was hot as a pistol. Sucking my cock and taking my load had really charged his batteries. He wanted back in, and slammed the meat to me with little concern for the niceties. Humping, thrusting, pushing that big thing down my throat. I fucking loved it!
"Oh, man, suck my cock!" he hissed with excitement. "Eat this big dick," he sighed with pleasure. "Look at that!" he said to himself as he watched me taking him down to the bone.
This time, he was too excited to hold back. After very few, full length, deep throating sucks, he blasted off noisily into orgasm. I drank up the first couple of strong spurts of cum, but then, like in a suck-flick, I aimed the big cock with my hand and we both watched as his jism unloaded in long streams that landed on my tongue. Then I sucked him back in and vacuumed up his jism until he had to beg to be released.
He backed away from me, weak-kneed and well-spent, his long dong dribbling a last minor bead of cum. He was gasping for breath.
"Jesus!" was all he said, overcome with emotion.
"Great, wasn't it," I told him, not really asking. I don't have to be hit over the head to know when sex is great. And neither does he, as it turned out.
He rested his muscular butt against a counter, legs splayed apart, catching his breath, and huffed, "I never, never imagined..." he paused, breathing hard, "...that it could possibly be..." he paused, again, "...so fuckin' great!" he finished enthusiastically.
'Well..." I hesitated, catching his attention. "Fucking," I said, repeating his word and pausing to let it sink in. I half-turned, exhibiting my ass to him directly and through the mirrors. "Fucking," I repeated, again, rubbing a hand over a firm, well-formed ass-cheek, "now, that's something else, again, ain't it."
He eyes bulged with interest. "You don't mean..."
"If you're really serious about wanting to do whatever we did this noon, in here, you'll be in for another treat." I patted my ass for clear-cut emphasis. "Maybe even a surprise!"
His jaw dropped. "I never..." he paused.
"Not till now," I said with a grin.
He was good. He said nothing, but his big cock was talking for him as it slowly reformed into a magnificent erection. He liked the idea of fucking me, I could tell. And so did I!
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Word of my easy approachability, frequent orgasms, and cocksucking skills, had spread throughout the convention. I had so much sex that week, I had to take to keeping notes just so I'd remember all of it. Our booth was one of the busiest of the show, much to the amazement of my boss, who flew in for one afternoon late in the week to see how things were going. By the end of the week, I just wanted to go home and soak my balls in cold water. So did Stan, who had quickly learned to take advantage of every opportunity. Within a year, business generated from that show had doubled the company's sales figures, and within three years (and three more sex-filled shows) represented a consistent 75% of their total, greatly expanded, business. Of course, the boss figured it was all due to his ability to see where new business was coming from. Stan, on the other hand, seems to think I had a hand in it somewhere along the line. I know. He eagerly tells me so every once in a while when we get together nowadays to, you know, reminisce. And to reenact the good ol' days!


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Feed a man a fish he has food for a day teach a man to fish he has food for life, take that same man and put him on a reservation and now he is dependent on others for everything. Give them their land but now they are USA citizens and can sell their land or produce on it but no more handouts. Give them their dignity back.
I think the government has done too much. What I mean is: If you look at the Native Americans the government has helped as opposed to the tribes who have refused government aid, you see a vast disparity. The tribes who chose to help themselves are doing much better. That's the important difference. When government takes its hands off, people struggle at first but eventually thrive.
I do think that today the government does enough for Native Americans. They have their own section of land and are protected. I think that in the past we messed up greatly with the treatment of Native Americans but we can no longer fix that. So in the past it was a no, but today it is a yes.
I definitely think that the government of the United States does a lot to help Native Americans in the United States today. I think that the government actually does too much. Native Americans get way too many benefits and assistance from the government. I think there needs to be some changes.
Many Native Americans have integrated into American society and in my opinion, this is really their best option. The United States made some really bad decisions regarding the natural inhabitants of this land and some of their ancestors are still stuck on reservations on lands that are virtually useless, far removed from society. We should do more to rectify these situations.
The Native Americans have been persecuted for centuries and there is still a lot of stigma and racial stereotyping. Most of this comes from the way the government and the way the treated the Natives when the settlers first came over. Many tribes were labeled and driven back off their own lands for the sake of expanding population. Some were corralled to concentration death camps. The government should continue to make restitution.
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As we bring to you the weekly round-up of Tamil cinema on each and every Monday, it is now time to take it back a little to learn and relearn about events that made up Kollywood last week(23rd of March to 29th of March).
Let us start off with what turned out to be a bad beginning to the week especially for Rajinikanth as one of his favourite politician Lee Kuan Yew passed away last week.
Superstar wrote on his social networking page, "Indeed a dark day as a leader I admired has passed on. I feel your sorrow S'pore. A true loss of a path breaking politician. #RIPLeeKuanYew".
Another interesting news that cropped up last week took everyone by surprise. It was about yesteryear actor Arvind Swamy being paired opposite model-actress Mugdha Godse.
The slinky actress will make her Tamil debut in the Jayam Ravi-Nayantara starrer Thani Oruvan in which she will probably play Arvind Swamy's wife, quite an interesting pair indeed.
If anyone had thought that the week cannot just keep getting enthralling, they were absolutely wrong, for Kamal Haasan revealed that he was supposed to do Pithamagan along with Sivaji Ganesan.
He, later disclosed that it was actually the script of Pratap Pothen and was titled Pithamagan but unfortunately, the project never took off.
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National Awards
Kollywood bagged many National Awards last week with Bobby Simha, Na Muthukumar, Vivek Harshan and Uthara Unnikrishnan winning Best Supporting Actor, Best Lyricist, Best Editor and Best Female Playback Singer respectively.
Event Of The Week
Speculations were rife that Rajinikanth and Kasthuri Raja(Dhanush's father) were not on good terms when Superstar said that he was not responsible for the money borrowed by his in-law after a man claimed that Rajinikanth is responsible for Rs 65 lakhs which was borrowed from him by Kasthuri Raja.
Khushboo's National Role
Khushboo, on Tuesday was appointed as the national spokesperson of Congress, which means that she will now be one of Congress' face, representing the party in front of the media.
When Trisha Rejected Varun Manian
Trisha was initially set to play the female lead opposite Jai, in a movie being bankrolled by her fiancé Varun. However, as the actress is busy with other projects, she has backed out of this film saying no to her future husband.
Aamir Khan's Apology To Kamal Haasan
At the recently concluded event, FICCI Frames 2015, Hindi actor Aamir Khan apologized to Kamal Haasan in public for not supporting him during his troubled times prior to the release of Vishwaroopam.
Criminal Case Against Shruti
Shruti Haasan faced the heat after a famous production company initiated criminal and civil proceedings against her after she walked out of a Tamil-Telugu bilingual, featuring Karthi and Nagarjuna. It is said that Tamannaah might replace her in the movie.
Rajinikanth's Kind Gesture
Rajinikanth once again proved why he is loved by all by inviting one of his fan to his house. After reading about his ardent fan, Rajini Bala, a person with intellectual development disorder, Rajinikanth met Rajini Bala at his residence and advised him to take his medications regularly.
It's Simbu And Anirudh For Kiruthiga Udhayanidhi
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Longtime admirers comfortable with Baz Luhrmann's "more is more" approach to filmmaking will roll with the sweeping pageantry of "Australia," an expansive romance that wears its heart on its sleeve in every scene. "Australia" is a long-winded pastiche of classic Hollywood cinema, aping significant chunks of revered titles from "The African Queen" to "Gone with the Wind" to "Red River." Infused with the director's signature enthusiasm, "Australia" never quite finds a way to let its outsize comic earnestness live in harmony with a serious dearth of sophistication. Of course, Luhrmann has never been on speaking terms with subtlety, but "Australia" sorely needs it, along with a pair of editing room scissors.
Clocking in at a button-popping 165 minutes, "Australia" is essentially two features glued together as one. The movie's first half, which focuses on the emotional transformation of a stuffy British aristocrat during a treacherous cattle drive, overshadows the second portion, which reconstructs the attack on Darwin by the Japanese in February of 1942. The overall look and feel of the air raid echoes the worst of Michael Bay's "Pearl Harbor," and layers of digital compositing have a tendency to make the bombing resemble a cartoon.
Luhrmann has maintained a passionate love affair with movie culture, and "Australia" relies heavily on the filmmaker's ardor for features of decades past. "Over the Rainbow" from "The Wizard of Oz" is used like a mallet whenever a lump in the throat is needed, and the song's inclusion as a motif feels a little mercenary. The jukebox pillaging that worked in "Moulin Rouge" does not fly this time, and Luhrmann shouldn't need to rely on the work done by someone else's masterpiece to manipulate the emotions of his audience.
Hugh Jackman and Nicole Kidman generate plenty of steam as the mismatched lovers of the Charlie Allnut/Rose Sayer school of opposites attracting. Jackman, as a rough and tumble horseman known by his professional moniker as "the Drover" fares slightly better than Kidman, who never quite transcends the brittle, porcelain veneer that has served her longer than necessary. It is a given that Luhrmann will stack the familiar tropes sky high, and the obviousness of beauty-and-the-beast screwball proves far easier to stomach than the moustache-twirling of David Wenham's flat, putrid, racist, murderous villain, whose plot is wrapped up in the most ridiculous manner possible.
The best epic storytelling finds a way to balance interpersonal relationships and romances with the weight of historical events swirling all around, but "Australia" lurches in several directions as Luhrmann attempts to reconcile the Australian government's treatment of Aboriginals of the "Stolen Generations." The adorable Nullah (Brandon Walters), often referred to in the movie as a "creamy" or a "half caste," gives the angles dealing with indigenous Australians a near overdose of cuteness, but other performers, especially the phenomenal David Gulpilil and David Ngoombujarra are better able to convey some of the pain the movie seeks to examine. "Australia" is by no means a disaster, but Luhrmann could use a strong collaborator who might help reign in some of the bold fantasist's tendencies toward excess.
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30. Re: droid incredible not receiving messagesDrah Sep 22, 2011 2:07 PM (in response to KarneDawg3)
Thanks so much. I went to the link you suggested & downloaded the fix. (The first time it was blocked because my phone setting wouldn't allow apps & such from outside the Android market to be installed. Nice security feature, but just a heads up that you may have to change that setting 1st, and then you can change it back afterwards.)
Just had two text messages come through & 1 visual voicemail indicator. Can't imagine that's everything I missed over the past two weeks, but it's a start. Thanks for sharing. And as soon as I can upgrade, I think I'll be transitioning to the good ole iPhone.
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Well since this is for the droid incredible 2 can you give me some info on the original droid incredible because what the guy from the store said to do is not working and i am still not receiving messages.
32. Re: droid incredible not receiving messagescmata11 Oct 8, 2011 10:39 PM (in response to KarneDawg3)
This works! Havent got texts for 5 days and now its up and running again. Thanks for the post!
33. Re: droid incredible not receiving messagescmata11 Oct 8, 2011 10:40 PM (in response to cjofreeman)
34. Re: droid incredible not receiving messageskellycubed Oct 10, 2011 7:23 AM (in response to jarai15)I did a hard reset, a soft reset and a hot fix that that the Verizon tech support person instructed me to use and still no text messages. The first person was going to send a new phone as the fix, but because I was out of warranty (2 months out), she could not do it, even after trying with her manager. My options, she told me, were to buy another phone or do an early upgrade. Um, no thanks. I called back after stewing about it for awhile and asked to speak with a supervisor. I complained that it was not my fault the update had messed up my phone 2 months out of warranty and she agreed. She was confirming shipping details with me for the new phone when I mentioned that I have a crack in my screen. It happened the first month I got the phone and has become invisible to me because it is always there. Well, then, I could not get the new replacement phone she told me and gave me some analogy about a TV screen having a crack and the bulb burning out and the manufacturer would not honor the warranty because the TV screen was cracked. Really? If I have a crack in my windshield but my transmission falls out with 10,000 miles on my car, will Nissan not honor my warranty because my windshield is cracked? Ridiculous. I was told there would be a fix in 7-30 days. So, I downloaded a third party texting application, and cancelled my text messaging and visual voicemail with Verizon, who will therefore be getting less money from me each month until my contract is up. At that time, I will be switching phones and carriers.
35. Re: droid incredible not receiving messagesElitist_Jerk Oct 10, 2011 8:50 AM (in response to kellycubed)
just remember when you switch carriers they won't replace an out of warranty phone or a phone with physical damage either
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36. Re: droid incredible not receiving messageskellycubed Oct 10, 2011 4:11 PM (in response to Elitist_Jerk)I would hope that they or any carrier would fix a problem they created, regardless of the state of my phone. I didn't realize when I cracked it after having it for only two weeks that I could've swapped it out at that time, but that is my fault. This is theirs. The two have nothing to do with one another, period.
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Just saw someone post on the HTC forums, in a thread related to this same issue.
Ok, I called HTC and they had me go to a website and download something. Now it works! Call 1-866-449-8358 from 6a to 1a EST.
So I called that number and spoke with CSR. She provided the URL for me. It's a direct link, so it points directly to the file. According to her, you point your phone's browser to the URL (as opposed to downloading the file to your computer and trying to transfer it over), and your phone will execute the file accordingly. I haven't tried doing this yet because my girlfriend is at work and has the phone on her person. But if anybody wants to give it a shot, here ya go:
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This worked like a charm for me, thank you!
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That link worked great, just make sure you go into Menu>Settings>Applications and check the block for Unknown Sources. I called HTC and they had my wife's phone up and running in minutes using this setting and the link to the apk file!


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LAKE FOREST – More than 150 members of the 1st Law Enforcement Battalion are expected Saturday in Lake Forest as the city officially adopts the military group in a ceremony at El Toro High School.
When those men and women are deployed, El Toro High School senior Ian Connair hopes care packages will help them remember home.
Connair, 17, is collecting items requested by the battalion for packages intended to make life overseas easier for the military members. The project is for Connair's Eagle Scout badge, the highest honor awarded in Boy Scouts.
Connair also reached out to other members of the community for help. He and several volunteers have spent weekends canvassing Lake Forest neighborhoods for donations and have stationed themselves in front of Walmart in Foothill Ranch, asking shoppers to kick in an item or more for the packages.
Connair said he'll be at Saturday's adoption event to collect any donations toward the project.
Jim Rosenberg, a Lake Forest resident on the Lake Forest USMC Support Committee, a group of volunteers spearheading the adoption effort, said Connair's work sets an example for other teens.
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At the Lassez Faire club night I was lucky enough to interview The Ambassadors. Consisting of brothers Sam and Casey, Noah and Adam they are a brilliant American band who came over to the UK for one week.
This interview and the interview with The Vanguard are both exclusives. This is the first UK interview.
01. This being your first time in the UK how has it been for you being in a country you have never been to before?
S: You know what it's been really great the audience is so much more receptive then any other audience we've had. In New York we're been playing there for a while so we got a following out there and it's nice they are always fun shows. You come here and if nobody knows you they will still give you the time of day. It's really great it's a really open community of music appreciators, that's nice.
A: It's really been great, it's always amazing to go to a different country and be able to play your music for a new kinda demographic of people and see how they respond. Like Sam said the response has been amazing. We've got a warm reception from everyone we've played to and the promotors have been great. In New York it can be really rough, the promotors wont give you the time of day, they dont want to pay you and they dont promote the shows. Everyone here have really promoted the shows and made it worthwhile. We've definately came a long way and invested alot of time and money into this trip. It's been great.
02. What made you want to start a band?
S: My brother Casey is also in the band and he plays keys. He and I have been playing music since we were very very little. We grew up in a musical family as did Adam and Noah the guitar player. You know growing up in that kind of envioroment when your always encouraged to do stuff and do creative things. It just sort of happened. My mum was a singer, i always loved to sing and what do you do when you sing? You get a band around you. Casey loves to play piano and it just happend from there. I met Noah in elementary school and we started playing as a group in middle school. When we came out to New York Noah and I were in our last year there. We met Adam there. Adam started playing drums for us and from there it just kicked off. What really makes it work is that we all have a similar tastes. But also it's different at the same time and everyone has there own two cents that they put in. It works.
03. Describe your music in 3 words?
A: Sleepy, Soul, Rock, Fierce
S: Sexy, Sleepy, Kush
A: 3 Words is tough I need maybe 20
04. Favourite song to sing live and why?
S: For me it would be Body Bag. It has great harmonies going on. I'm a sucker for harmonies like i've been really big on bands like Grizzly Bear and all those new bands coming out that really have this kind of choir boy thing going on. So Body Bag is my favourite song.
A: My favourite song to play as i'm the drummer is probably a song called Mirror Talk. It's one of our more laid back sleepy soul songs and it's definately my favourite to play. I just love playing it, it never gets old.
05. People who have not seen you live before what can they expect from your sets?
A: Energy
S: A lot of energy. Trying to bring it hard everytime.
N: If you come to an Ambassadors show you can expect to see the greatest keyboard player that you have ever seen ever.
06. Who would you say your musical influences are?
S: I grew up listening to all these old folk singers that my parents would throw at me like Woody Guthrie, Karen Dalton and Bob Dylan. I always used to love singing like, I was a big Billy Joel fan for a little while. I love singers like Sam Cook, Garnet Mimms and old soul singers. At the same time I also love Iggy Pop. Musically I have gone through so many different phases of the type of music I listen to that I like to incorporate as much as I can. It varies I think it shows in our music we have a very kind of ecletic sound. When we first started playing the first record I ever did with the band every single song sounded completly different. We had one which was like this bluesy song, then we had ones which were like alternative punk rock and then we had some quiet calm ones. I just try to soak in everything.
07.If you were to collaborate with anyone dead or alive who would it be and why?
A: If we were to collaborate with someone alive or dead for me I would like to say John Bonham (Led Zepplin 1948-1980) but then I would be out of the band as the drummer. I would like to see John Bonham take my place in the band and watch from the side of the stage so I could see him play. As far as playing with I would say someone like John Paul Jones from Zepplin or any of The Beatles.
08. Where do you get your inspiration from when writing songs?
N: I get my inspiration from many different things like life I guess and from people.
S: I think we draw as any kind of artists, you try to draw upon anything like alot of my lyrics i've written from conversations in the street and all that stuff you hear songwriters talk about like deep personal stuff. In terms of songwriting i've always been interested in the absurd and the contrast of something that is very serious and intimate and then something that comes out of no where. Combining the two I think is really cool.
09. Who is your favourite singer or band at the moment?
S: I've been obsessing over that Bon Iver record that came out last year. He started this group that just added Justin Vernon. I think he has got such a beautiful voice and it's not of this world. It comes from this dark beautiful place that I love.
A: At the moment I have been listening to a lot of jazz stuff lately. I used to play jazz guitar and was really into jazz. I have been listening to Kurt Rosenwinkel I saw him live in New York a couple of weeks ago and it was unreal. Otherwise I like the classic great drummers of our time like John Bonham, Zepplin, The Beatles all the stuff you would expect. As far as new stuff we have been listening to alot of dubstep since we've got heree which I used to not be really into but recentley we have been really digging that stuff.
C: I listen to a lot of eclectic weird experimental music. I really like crazy instrumental like especially melody led instrumentals. Jeff Beck is one of my favourite musicians that is putting out material right now. I love that stuff.
N: I'm in line with that as well with a lot of melody driven instrumentals. But also I dig Eastern type of music. I'm listening to a lot of sitar stuff and there is this band in particular called Tenara One which is a sub sahara african band with electric guitars that's really amazing. I also like a lot of world music also.
10. What tips do you offer to any one wanting to start a band?
S: Think about it long and hard.
A: My biggest is to pay more attention to personality than playing ability because I have been in bands with ego centric people who you think are good but really not. Don't let someone convince you they are good you have to listen to them playing. Take it for yourself and also just make sure they are people you can stand to be around. Because playing in a band you have to rehearse 3+ days a week, tour and be with these people 24 hours a day for weeks at a time. If you don't get along with them then it wont work out. I can gaurentee that.
C: Make sure you put together a band that every musician in the band gets to put some sort of element they love into the band. Otherwise they are not going to be into the music that they are playing. Creativity wise that stunts the bands growth. Everyones gotta be playing something they love.
N: I say bring money. That's what I say.
A: You're going to loose your money before you make it. You gotta be there for the long run if you really want to do it. You can do it as a hobby but if you really want to get somewhere you have to put everything into it.
To hear music by The Ambassadors go to: http://www.myspace.com/ambassadorsband


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Sciences Po and FGV-EAESP have decided to come together in order to propose a high-quality joint curriculum through the Dual Master's Degree in International Relations, Management & Trade.
This two-year programme offers an advanced and demanding education in the area of International Relations, Management and Trade, allowing participating students insertion into top-level positions in the private, public or international sector.
In this two-year full time Master's programme, students focus on the main theories and expertise relevant to international relations, finance, management and business. Instruction is imparted by distinguished scholars, business leaders and policy makers. Courses combine seminars on specific issues with workshops, simulations, case studies, and talks.
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Students are enrolled full-time in both institutions for both years and benefit from the student services of each institution (free access to library, student unions …). Courses are multidisciplinary and students can choose from a wide range of courses in management, business, finance, economics, law, and international relations.
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Students who are jointly admitted will spend their first year of study at Sciences Po either in the Master Finance et Stratégie (French taught) or in the Master Economics and Business (English taught):
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The second year takes place at FGV-EAESP in the Mestrado Profissional em Gestão Internacional Programme.
The Academic year at FGV-EAESAP runs from August to December for the first semester and from February to June for the second semester.
The programme also includes an obligatory ten-week internship that may be conducted at any time throughout the programme's duration. And A thesis project is also required at the end of the fourth semester of studies.
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The candidates must hold an undergraduate degree or the equivalent of a Bachelor's Degree in business, finance, economics, law and/or social sciences.
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Digital Signatures Explained
It's fairly easy to get digital signatures working with web services. Just pull up the docs for your web service stack and follow the directions. Some configuration here and keystores there and you're good to go.
But just what is happening under the covers? Digitally signing something might seem like magic but it's rather simple conceptually even though it builds on some pretty heavy theory (mostly math, ugh!). However, in this post I'm going to talk about the concepts and leave the math to someone else.
What's the Purpose of a Digital Signature?
Before we start decomposing the mechanics of signing data, let's first consider what we want to use a signature for in the first place.
Data Integrity
A digital signature allows the receiver to check if the data has been altered since the sender signed it. This function is performed via a cryptographic hash which I'll talk about later.
Verification of the Sender
Digital signatures use private and public keys. An entity (person or process) signs the message with his/its private key and then the recipient can use the entity's public key to verify the source.
Hey, you got your Digital Signature in my SSL!
Do these two functions seem a little like what SSL does? You're right! SSL provides those features for data in transit while a digital signature does the same thing at the message level. SSL and digital signatures don't work in the exact same way but they do perform similar high-level functions. One interesting difference between the two is that the digital signature stays with the message even if it's sitting in a queue or on disk somewhere (assuming that it's not intentionally stripped at some point).
Try that, SSL!
I'd like to mention one more thing about SSL and signatures before digging out of this SSL rabbit hole: You can use signatures and SSL at the same time. Why might you want to do this? There are several reasons:
- You want to encrypt your message over the wire. That's SSL's sweet spot.
- Your message gets processed by multiple machines and you want each to verify the original sender of the message. SSL can't do this past the first recipient since it's a point-to-point protocol. The digital signature, on the other hand, travels with the message wherever it may go.
How Digital Signatures Work
Creating signed data is a two step process. The first step is to hash the data and the second step is to sign the hash. Both of these steps are cryptographic operations but neither actually encrypts the data. Fortunately, the Java API provides classes for doing these operations so we don't have to write any of that complex stuff. We'll see these APIs in action in a bit.
Let's Hash it Out
There are several algorithms for generating one-way cryptographic hashes. You've probably heard of MD5 and SHA-1. These algorithms take any amount of data and convert it to a fixed length byte array that can't be reversed. That is, given the hash, you can't determine what the input was. Additionally, two different inputs will never generate the same hash.
NOTE: Technically, both of the previous assertions are not absolutely true. The time and computing power required for reversing a hash make it unlikely. The more likely case for "reversing" a hash is to leverage a pre-computed hash dictionary which I'll discuss briefly later. Finally, there are so called "collisions" where two different inputs can create the same hash but this situation is extremely rare).
Because of these features, hash algorithms are often used for storing passwords. Take the user's password, hash it, and then store it in LDAP or a database. You can't guess the password from the hash so the stored passwords are reasonably secure from prying eyes. But when the user logs in, you hash the newly supplied password and compare it against the hash on file. If they match, the user is authenticated.
I bet you already knew that stuff. The cool thing is that's the first half of generating a signature. Before we move on to the second half, let's have a look at how to generate a hash using the Java APIs.
MessageDigest md = MessageDigest.getInstance("SHA-1"); md.update("Corned beef hash".getBytes()); // Create the hash from the message byte[] hash = md.digest();
The code above leverages the MessageDigest class for hashing data. "Digest" is another word for "hash." We tell the MessageDigest object that we want to use the SHA-1 algorithm and then feed it the data using the update() method. You can call that method repeatedly until all of your data is included in the hash. Then, simply call digest() to get the fixed-length hash.
Notice that the hash is actually a byte array which would create non-printable characters. So, to show you the hash for the input data I'll first encode the hash like this:
String encodedHash = new sun.misc.BASE64Encoder().encode(hash);
I know, I know. Don't use the sun.* classes. I'm just saving you the trouble of not having to download something like Commons Codec in order to try this out. Just don't use sun.* classes for production.
Anyway, now that the hash has been encoded, I can tell you that the hashed version of "Corned beef hash" is
Notice that the length of the hash is longer than the input. Let's try hashing "Corned beef hash is not dog food"
Notice that the length of the hash is still the same. It would even be the same length for a megabyte worth of text.
Before we move on to signing data, I'd like to mention one more thing about hashing. The one-way nature of a cryptographic hash is very useful but it can bite you. Since the same input always generates the same hash for a given algorithm, a bad guy who can get hold of your hashed data might be able to use a precomputed hash dictionary to determine your original text. It's sort of like a reverse-lookup of the hash. For example, a hash dictionary will have the hashes for common passwords such as "Password" or "ABC123" and the bad guy can just query the hash to get the corresponding input.
Not good.
The remedy is to add some "salt" to the hash. A salt is just a bit of data that you'll add to your input text when you compute the hash. This simply equates to another call to update() method. Only you know the value of this salt which acts like a simple pass key or password and negates the ability for a bad guy to determine the input data.
For example, the hash for "Corned beef hash" is TARd8ciquglqtzCGlhl/Ano8+kE= and always will be. The hash of "Corned beef hash" with a salt of "Pinch of Salt" is rEN7xxJPqyY7pkspLL902NkmJn0=. Obviously, the phrase "Pinch of Salt" would have to be kept secret.
Signing Data
Conceptually, we would now just sign the hash. However, with the Java API, the hashing is done for us as part of the signing process so we wouldn't actually perform the steps above to generate the signature. Instead, we'd just use the Signature class.
Using the Signature class is a little more involved than hashing because we need a private key to actually do the signing. The corresponding public key would be used by the recipient to verify the signature later. Ideally, you would have your keys in a keystore and use them with the Signature class. For demonstration purposes I'm going to generate the keypair on the fly. Yes, I'm lazy but it also makes the pertinent signing machinery stand out better. Call it artistic license. 😉
Here's the sample code:
// Generate a keypair which // contains the private/public keys KeyPairGenerator keyGen = KeyPairGenerator.getInstance("DSA"); keyGen.initialize(1024, new SecureRandom()); KeyPair keyPair = keyGen.generateKeyPair(); // Sign some data Signature sig = Signature.getInstance("DSA"); sig.initSign(keyPair.getPrivate()); sig.update("Sign on the dotted line".getBytes()); byte[] signedData = sig.sign();
The first group of code generates a sample keypair that, as shown here, will only live until it goes out of scope. It's good enough for our purposes, though. The second group is where the action is. We tell the Signature object that we want to use the DSA (Digital Signature Algorithm) and then we load it with the private key to use as the signer. Add the text via update() just like we did for hashing and then call sign(). Just like before, we get back a byte array which is unprintable. After encoding the signed data, I can tell you that the signature for "Sign on the dotted line" looks like this:
Now, the results here are a little trickier than when hashing. If you run this code, you'll get a different encoded string than what's shown here. It'll be different for two reasons:
- You're using a different private key
- You're running it at a different time on different hardware
When I run it again with the same private key I get
So, even though the lengths are the same the output is different. By the way, the length will be the same regardless of the input size.
Pretty cool, isn't it? There's a lot of stuff going on in those few lines of code. Now we have signed data but how does the recipient verify it?
Verifying Signed Data
Let's say I send you an email that contains two lines. The first line is
Sign on the dotted line
and the second line is
Obviously, these lines represent the message and the signed message, respectively.
To see if I REALLY said "Sign on the dotted line" you would mash together my public key, the message, and the signed message to see if they align. That's imprecise language for the process of determining if, given the message, the private key associated with the public key would produce the signed message. It's sort of equivalent to the process of checking passwords using a hash as described above except the keys have been added to the mix.
Here's the code for doing just that:
Signature sig2 = Signature.getInstance("DSA"); sig2.initVerify(keyPair.getPublic()); sig2.update("Sign on the dotted line".getBytes()); boolean verified = sig2.verify( "MCwCFA1+YXhgSu0xCP6lhKVO9QH5DYbcAhRQ/V5i8czHiMxL7SnyLtafZNoL9A==" .getBytes());
As before, the first line tells the Signature object which signing algorithm to use and it has to match the algorithm that was used originally to sign the message. The second line loads the public key that matches the private key used to sign the data. (Important: The recipient does NOT and should not have your private key!)
We then load the message with the update() method. Finally, we pass the signed data to the verify() method. If it returns true, the signature is verified. Changing even one character in the message or signed data will cause verification to fail which is what you want. And obviously, specifying a public key that does not match the signer's private key will fail, too.
To sum up verification, if the message is modified in any way, verification will fail. Somebody monkeyed with the data and you were able to detect it. That's data integrity checking. If verification fails because a mismatched public key was used, then you know that someone other than who you expected signed the message. To my knowledge, you can't distinguish between the two causes of verification failure.
Signing Off
Knowing the fundamentals of digital signatures will help you to understand things that build on them such as the XML Digital Signature specification or the Java implementation of it. Here's a re-cap and a few other take-aways:
- Signing cannot prevent changes to the message, but changes can be detected
- You can detect change, but you can't tell WHAT changed
- The signed message can travel with the data or can be separate (for example, in the email scenario above, I could have sent you the signed data in a separate email and told you it went with the first message)
- Encryption and signatures are not the same. With encryption, you intend for the original message to be recoverable at some point.
- You can think of a signature as a very fancy checksum
- In PKI, private and public keys are mathematically related. The private key is only needed for signing and the public key is only needed for verification.
- A salt can be a constant (but still secret) value or it can be generated randomly with each use. In both cases the verifier must have access to the salt.


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