Democrat Blasts GOP’s “Anti-LGBT” Budget

I like the way Fits uses the issue of Gay rights as simply a segue into one of his daily attacks on public education.

Me bets Sic Willie enjoyed his taxpayer subsidized tuition rate at USC when he was there……

Written in the 1940’s

A Day For A Lay

by W. H. Auden

It was a spring day, a day, a day for a lay when the air Smelled like a
locker-room, a day to blow or get blown. Returning from lunch I turned
my corner and there On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone. I
glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined A forceful
torso, the light-blue denims divulged Much. I observed the snug curves
where they hugged the behind, I watched the crotch where the cloth
intriguingly bulged.

Our eyes met, I felt sick. My knees turned weak. I couldn’t move. I
didn’t know what to say. In a blur I heard words myself like a stranger
speak. “Will you come to my room?” Then a husky voice, “O.K.”

I produced some beer and we talked. Like a little boy He told me his
story. Present address next door. Half Polish half Irish The youngest.
From Illinois. Profession mechanic. Name Bud. Age twenty-four.

He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along The back of my
sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck The blond hairs on the wrist near my
head. His chin was strong, His mouth sucky. I could hardly believe my
luck. And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart.

I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh. His reply
was to move closer. I trembled. My heart Thumped and jumped as my
fingers went to his fly. I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there. I
sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge Of the basket I
asked for.

I came to warm flesh then to hair, I went on. I found what I hoped. I
groped. It was large. He responded to my fondling in a charming,
disarming way: Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt And
lolled back, stretching his legs. His pants fell away. Carefully drawing
it out, I beheld what I held.

The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft, With perfectly beveled
rim of unusual weight And the friendliest red. Even relaxed, the shaft
Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate Singular powers
of extension.

For a second or two, It lay there inert then suddenly stirred in my
hand, Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do, And then
with a violent jerk began to expand. By soundless bounds it extended and
distended, by quick Great leaps it rose, it flushed, it rushed to its
full size.

Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick, A royal column ineffably
solemn and wise. I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze,
I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob, I stroked it from
top to bottom. I got on my knees. I lowered my head. I opened my mouth
for the job.

But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced His shoes. He
removed his socks. Stood up. Shed His pants altogether. Muscles in arms
and waist Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head. I scanned his
tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown Trunk against white shorts taut
around small Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down. I tore
off my clothes. He faced me smiling. I saw all.

The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out With a slight flare
upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw An odd little nod my way.
From the slot of the spout Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.

The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man, A tangle of curls
and whorls, luxuriant but couth. Except for a spur of golden hairs that
fan To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth.

Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs, The firm vase of
his sperm, like a bulging pear, Cradling its handsome glands, two
herculean eggs, Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.

We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch, All fact contact,
the attack and the interlock Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at
the touch Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.

Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine Person between and
closed on it tight as I could. The upright warmth of his belly lay all
along mine. Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood. I stroked the
lobes of his ears, the back of his head And the broad shoulders.

I took bold hold of the compact Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He
fell on the bed. Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the
act. Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled.

My lips Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes Assessed the
chest. I caressed the athletic hips And the slim limbs. I approved the
grooves of the thighs. I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit.

I sniffed the subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste Of its hot
hollow. My fingers began to drift On a trek of inspection, a leisurely
tour of the waist. Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.
Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick.

But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed Its pleading
need by a pretty imploring kick. “Shall I rim you?” I whispered. He
shifted his limbs in assent, Turned on his side and opened his legs, let
me pass To the dark parts behind.

I kissed as I went The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to
his arse. Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in Down the shaggy
slopes. I came to the puckered goal. It was quick to my licking. He
pressed his crotch to my chin. His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed
in his hole.

His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked His legs and lay
panting, hot as a teen-age boy. Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get
sucked, Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy.

I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare From scrotum
level. Sighting along the underside Of his cock, I looked through the
forest of pubic hair To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and
wide. I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat Sutures
of the capacious bag.

I adored the grace Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat Up
to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face. Slipping my
lips round the Byzantine dome of the head, With the tip of my tongue I
caressed the sensitive groove. He thrilled to the trill. “That’s
lovely!” he hoarsely said.

“Go on! Go on!” Very slowly I started to move. Gently, intently, I slid
to the massive base Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down In
the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace Inch by inch the smooth
way to the throbbing crown.

Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come As I descended and
ascended those thick distended walls. I grasped his root between left
forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls. I plunged
with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow, And at every stroke made a
corkscrew roll with my tongue.

His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered, “Oh!” As I tongued and
squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung. Then I pressed on the spot
where the groin is joined to the cock, Slipped a finger into his arse
and massaged him from inside. The secret sluices of his juices began to
unlock.

He melted into what he felt. “O Jesus!” he cried. Waves of immeasurable
pleasures mounted his member in quick Spasms. I lay still in the notch
of his crotch inhaling his sweat His ring convulsed round my finger.
Into me, rich and thick, His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet
after jet.