A major Spanish daily paper brought the following story yesterday:

Alerta médica en Madrid por el juego sexual del 'muelle' | Madrid Home | EL MUNDO

Alerting the general public on the health-related issues associated with the latest sex game played by the mostly young str8 folks in Spain at this time.

If your Spanish ain't that good, this is the gist of it:

You have, say, 5 dudes with their pants down, sitting in a semi circle. One girl is a time-keeper.

And you have 3 girls who are naked from their navels down...

So, the 3 girls sit (without much ado) on the first three offered cocks and get penetrated/fucked for 30 seconds. They move then a step towards the other 2 guys who haven't gotten any yet, and do the the same for the next 30 seconds. This like happens twice more, and the dude who shoots his load first loses the game.

There is some increase in STDs since it is either BB or if the guys wear condoms, they do not change them for the next girl who, in turn gets all the previous 'rider girl' left on it.

Some girls got pregnant and chose to go through the abortion.

Some girls got their vaginas bruised or injured since there had been no foreplay and there was the lack of natural lubrication, too.

A few girls reported that they 'learnt their lesson'...

General boredom seems to be the major culprit here. The more entertainment there is out there the less good it does to the people looking for it.

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My buddies and I did not 'play sex games'. We made it sure that there was some, if usually pretty lame excuse for the two or more guys to get at it... but games were being left for the kids in the sandbox.

A Joe out there was passing through my hood, and he phoned in to see if we could meet over the coffees or drinks... Well, we did, and one thing led to the other, as they say.

After someone's birthday party, Johnnie figured out that the last subway had already left so he wondered if he could sleep at my place? Yeah, this is when one thing led to the other as they usually do..

And then, there were the Friday or Saturday night sleepovers with either bi/gay movies played on VHS recorders, a few drinks and everything that would usually follow...

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What experience did you make in this respect?

KD

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Thank you for the translation - my Spanish is not even good enough to order at Taco Bell!

That is one hell of a game! And how do you find girls willing to play this game? And the buddies to be the other contestants?

For me it deepened on who I was with, where we were and had we fooled around before - but as kids games were very much a part of the situation.

Strip poker, Truth or Dare provided an excuse - a justification - for seeing each other naked. We could tell ourselves and each other that it was not wanting to be naked together - it was just part of the game.

Strip poker was especially stupid because for the most part between sleepovers, showers, pissing, changing to swim we had all seen each other - but at least in the game we could really look without guilt.

If it was a group - like at camp - usually getting naked was it - or maybe with Truth or Dare it would continue to masturbation contest to see who could cum first or shoot farthest - funny how at that age you thought cumming first was the winner - boy were we dumb!

If playing a game just one on one it would go farther - I dare you to touch mine - I dare you to lick it - and eventually the game aspect just fell by the wayside and you just fooled around. Often once you and a buddy had played the game on a few occasions one of you might suggest playing the game- but we really did not spend any time on it as we knew what the point of the game was - "Do you want to play Truth or Dare" "Sure" and we did not bother with game we just started feeling each other up. But we still had it as a "this isn't gay it is just part of the game" excuse.

There were a lot of guys that never would have agreed to gay sex - but thought nothing of playing sex games. After all boys will be boys.

As we got older sleepovers - magazines - VHS tapes (always straight - no one had gay or bi) and alcohol replaced the game as our excuse - you no longer pretended as much. You both knew why you were having a sleepover and it was more "My parents are asleep and I locked the bedroom door - we just have to keep quite"

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Practically all of my buddies and I went to the same nude beach all summer long all through our youth and adolescence. We also went to the same track & field club and used the same lockers, too. So, being nude, for hours at a time and/or on a daily basis was really a most usual state. That's why starting a game to get someone undressed did not quite appeal to anyone.

We barely made it to the HS when we saw the folks walking over from the beach to the bushes and having sex there: str8 mostly. Sometimes gay, too. Sure, everyone was thrilled with the str8 variety and NO ONE ever really mentioned that the guys were getting at it, too, in anything but in disparaging terms... but it was all out there for us to see and learn from...

This early exposure probably helped us do away with the 'usual games' that John described so well above. Our games mostly focused on making sure that no one ever caught us in the act; that the word did not spread beyond a very specific group of friends, and first and foremost that a dude who bottomed did not look bad. He had to have some (usually lame-to very lame) face-saving explanation as to why he agreed to suck dick and get fucked.

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I share John's amazement when he is wondering about:

[QUOTEThat is one hell of a game! And how do you find girls willing to play this game? And the buddies to be the other contestants? ][/quote]

There is a very strong sense of 'collective' in the Spanish and Italian cultures, especially among the young(er) folks. Rule #1
Everything you do - you do it with your friends. The End. No more rules.

It is fun observing those guys in a much 'cooler' more individualistic Central or Northern Europe environments. Like 10-15 of them would walk into the Bucks, swarm around the cashiers and have a heated 20 min debate on what's the best coffee to order. (Everyone else is waiting!) Then, one dude orders the smallest shot of cafe solo to go, and they all walk out; all talking at the same time about the merits of coffee. Or how good and lame the Bucks is, etc., no one ever stops and hardly anyone ever listens to anyone but himself or herself but they are all sure having great fun.

If you live your life in such a very collectivistic culture you have no problems in finding all kinds of partners in crime of any kind if you will. Yet, as the article suggests, there was a rude awakening for the girl who got pregnant and chose to go through abortion. I imagine that her clique continued to support her alright but the pain, discomfort, risk and the expenditure were all hers to bear...

KD

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Although starting in 7th grade showering after gym was mandatory - and you would see each other changing clothes at a sleepover or the like - there was NOTHING like a nude beach so being naked for "hours at a time" was unheard of! There are very few nude beaches at all in the US and so that ability to just be comfortable hanging out with a buddy naked never occurred. It would have been both exciting and terrifying - seeing everyone else but then the concerns over being seen ("Am I big enough", "Oh no I am getting hard") so outside of gym showers it was really only a small group that you would feel comfortable being naked in front of.



Realizing there were people in the bushes having sex must have been exciting as hell - but I suspect I would have gotten a bad sunburn on my back because of laying face down to hide my excitement!

The "disparaging terms" for the gays was just the same here - often following the rule of he "doth protest too much" with guys - frequently the one who make the most negative comments about the gays in public was the first guy to suggest fooling around in private.

Funny how especially as a teen you feel if anyone knew you had sex with other guys it would destroy your "image" and "manhood". That is one major change that has occurred in the last decade - people are willing to accept being gay / bi at a much younger age. Although it still is not easy and I admire them the courage I never would have had, these days it is an option for many of them.


I suspect the nude beaches were a major part in not needing the "usual games" we went through as a kid. The extended time naked at the beach gave you the chance to realize some are bigger some smaller - everyone hits puberty at their own speed - and all those questions we tried to answer by stupid games because we could not say "Hey Steve - do you have hair yet?"

The making sure you don't get caught was the number one rule of all! Thankfully - it was close a few times - but we were never caught in the act. We also had a perceived "degrees" of gayness - that some acts were thought of as "more gay" than others and you could justify some things much easier than others - so life was basically "don't ask don't tell".

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Yup. John has hit the nail on the head.

The nude beach experience was the 'big liberator', and it did trigger the hunt for sex for most of us. Some dudes did not jump on the wagon, confirming that the decision on how you wanted to live your life was eventually, always yours only.

For the rest of us, the 'nude beach & sex in the bushes' experience started a new chapter in our lives. Hopelessly str8 dudes went on to conquer the hearts and other, probably more desirable body parts of their future girlfriends, footing a few open-air cinema tickets and ice-creams, etc.

A few other dudes got very quietly organized into our private coteries. Having a safe place of your own was a very major advantage, too.

Though we are talking eos of times ago, when no one knew of Airbnb, local folks in a very popular tourist town were renting rooms to the passing/vacationing tourists. The few guys who did not have a safe place of their own, pretended to be, well, 'passing tourists', and got to lock the door behind their bedroom and experiment... A friend once told me that this was the money best spent in all of his life...

Life inevitably kept moving on, as it always does. But some folks got the best of it, and the others, well, not so...

KD

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The other great thing would have been, much like watching porn with a buddy, the sight of all the naked people at the beach would have made it easy to bring up the topic of sex and how horny you were - sort of testing the water to see if your friend might be interested....

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Actually, the nude beach was a very MAJOR hunting grounds for the interesting players. Watching the people swim away from the sight or head for 'a walk in the bushes', etc., made any talk superfluous. Our advances used to be thinly veiled but few people ever mentioned sex in any direct form:

"Wanna go for a nice swim before the crowds arrive?"- really meant that out there, behind the rocks, you could get some expectation of privacy and let the nature take its course?

"Wow, it is getting busy and hot here!" -really meant, let's hike away into the bushes. I really need a BJ and you seem to be a good candidate...

"Guys, we should be heading back home. Anyone got a place to themselves tonight?" - really meant, I am willing to play and will be happy to consider suggestions. It had absolutely nothing to do with any available private nest.

"Joe, will you be going to the movies tonight?" really meant, Dude I am interested and will provide for couple of drinks, possibly a small meal, and certainly a private nest if you let me fuck you... (more drinks and bigger meals will come your way too if you are any good in bed)

"Guys, see you here tomorrow..." really meant, I am done for the moment, but tomorrow is another day and the game starts all over again.

"Dude, you are disgusting!" in reply to the aforementioned "See you tomorrow..." - really meant, I am pretty interested in having sex with you. Make me an offer I cannot refuse.

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A bit younger, smaller dudes felt a bit uncomfy about addressing bigger guys directly. A smaller dude talking to a bigger dude directly would radio only one message to the rest of the crowd unless the two dudes were known to be real life family/friends or were seen as one item (monogamous or not). A bigger guy addressing a smaller dude was doing what was expected of him but the smaller dude was supposed to be kinda 'undecided' at least, for the fear of being classified by everyone as being only 'too willing' to bttm.

All kinds of covert games would take place to overcome this specific problem. We would be exchanging the papers, cartoon books with little messages in them, and the connections were made pretty quickly. Once you had sex, the smaller guy would usually drop his shy attitude and the bigger guy would usually treat him with a bit of additional kindness signaling to the others that they are now 'friends'. Other tops (i.e. bigger guys) would start to show some legit interest in the smaller dude (i.e. bottom), too.


So much sex and hardly ever any mention of it...

KD

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Funny - different cultures, different countries, different parts of the world - but the same verbal games.

You did not talk about directly or admit it openly - that would be the same as coming out and admitting you are gay - and no one was doing that back then. Everything would be in code...

"Do you want to sleep over this weekend?"

"Let's go camping"

"Why don't you come by after school - my parents won't be home"




Again - the same mind games. We knew why we were there - what we both wanted - but you couldn't say so. To admit you wanted to have sex with a guy would be gay - we had to justify it with some excuse - no girls around - the magazine you showed me got me so horny I can't help myself... it took a lot to admit that the entire reason we were there was your parents were not home so we could have sex...



And even right after you finished it was back to standard conversation as if nothing had happened.

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Sure, we are talking mind games, especially so, from our present points of view...

Yet, from a perspective of a street wise teenager, the 'coded wording' we were using pretty aptly in those days suggested that we were 'the players' in the game of sex - no small thing for a young guy. Step-by-step, we stopped being just 'kids' and transitioned into the adult world with some of its incredible pleasures and many trappings to be aware of, too.

The old HS bonds started getting rearranged. The undecided, the shy, i.e. the non-players started fading away. And some of the guys whom you would not consider your close friends suddenly became very important because they were either potential sexual partners or because they were playing for the same team...

Our cliques grew. Some people were pretty transient as summer guests in a popular resort tend to be. The others established strong links and stayed in touch, arranging for more clandestine, m2m sex under both the usual and unusual excuses.

Looking back at those days, I recognize that we were all walking on pretty thin ice, as they say. But we learnt a few indispensable survival skills, too.

First off, you knew that you had to trust some people. You were going to sweat it, and try to develop a good gut sense about it, but you could move on only as a part of a functioning team.

Second off, you learnt that being an asshole was not going to work for you unless you wanted to completely change your environment. The guys felt that they were in it together, and though no one would openly admit this, you had to follow some unwritten rules or you were out of the team.

Third off, you learnt that sex favored the daring and the smart. If you were watching the people you encountered very carefully, you would realize if they were for some little activity on the side or not. A resourceful and fast guy would almost always win the day by not leaving his mates too much time to think and look for possibly better alternatives.

Fourth off, you learnt to live with the competition. The more aces down your sleeve you had the better it was. True, the general vibe was that of friendship and silent reciprocal support for the little underground activity we were practicing. Yet, you tried to bag the hottest dude for yourself whenever the opportunity presented itself.
"In sex and war..." I'd say.

Last but not least, you learnt to win sometimes and learn when someone outplayed you, too. No small thing for a teenager.

KD

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