EFFRONTERY by Dennis Doph

because why? 52

Let us examine the meaning of the word
Effrontery
Effontery is when you've had the boxing gloves on
One too many times
The laces won't lace up anymore
You don't have the punch anymore

Effrontery
Is when you catch yourself out of the corner
Of your eye in the mini window
Which opens when you Skype
The Bearfront Bear with the open window
Where the Stud should be is a trembling Old Fuck
Who has to wipe the age off his face
Present, with effrontery,
The smile of the seducer

Effrontery
Is when you bend over backwards
To create a false world full of false images
When the House of Cards becomes so huge
So unwieldy
It topples over of itself Engorged
Like a too-well-used cock too fat to fuck
or even advertise itself

Effrontery
Is when you jerk way too many chains
Of way too many men
Men who you know you never in your life
will meet
And are dishonorable in your pursuit
Dishonorable to those whom you really love
or really respect

Oh,
Just one little thing after another
Becomes a burden and a hindrance. it becomes
Effrontery

Then
There is that one tragic toke over the line
When you realize you've gone beyond sheer effrontery
Into a Dark Place where you know
(you've been there before)
The air is too dense too thick to breathe
without smothering
You have to get out of that Dark Place (again)
before you suffocate

Before you dishonor Men of Good Faith whom
You could easily bring down with you

....So hang it up. Stop the effrontery
I am stopping the effrontery. I am stopping

Here

I DREAMED by Dennis Doph

because why? 51

I dreamed I found myself in bed with Dana Andrews
His mouth still over-frothed with Gene Tierney lust
Had no problem substituting my face for Gene's pussy
And my hairy pecs for Gene's insufficient bust

Dana passed me over to his brother Steve Forrest
Giving Steve a kiss on his blond bodybuilder neck
Steve took a bite out of my red Kraut ass
then passed me over to Monty Clift, who hollered:
"..............dreck!

I was expecting Rock Hudson in my narrow trundle bed
Having pried himself away (again) from my pal Liz-a-Beth
And though your cock is only half as large as his
At least you'll never be accused of having the Dick of Death"

So Monty took his time going down on me
Sucking saliva through his meaty chops
Rubbing his hairy gorilla chest against my thighs
Fantasized about whether I should call the cops

And yell, "Rape! Rape!" for all the sexual outrages between
a rock and a hard place. In my feverish phantasm
I am molested by these hearties at Age Nineteen
Giving Dana, Steve, and Monty my carnal spasm

Left Gorilla Monty still rutting in his rack
Opting for Zinnemann Todd-AO plains of Oklahoma
Lost my heart to hairy blond Gene Nelson
And when I showed him my teenage boner

He jumped my bones, then jumped 'em back again,
Then jumped 'em sideways just to show he could,
Then with my poor Baby Butt wasted by all these men
Still, I could not help showing wood

To lustful Gilbert Roland as he passed by
Pawing his own six yards of exposed chest hair
And when I caught his roving Hispanic eye
He vowed that he would put his legendary penis THERE

And THERE and THERE and even THERE
As I ruminated on the various possibilities
Kvelling on "Amigo" Roland's plentiful body hair
The True Me that lay in bed began to sneeze

Exhausted by my fantasies of Teenage Lust
Now, at sixty, remembering how my lesbian aunt
Had snorted with something resembling disgust
When I vowed to lay siege to Cary Grant!

Yes. Teenage Fantasies being what they are
Reality and age have brought me to a more insightful spin
For, by twenty-five, I had engaged many a lustful star
...and Cary was not quite the stud he might have been.

So, invoking Daymares on my rumpled chaise,
Give over all my fantasies of these and others
And, giving credence to What Every Mother Says,
I'm predisposed to hump the Baldwin Brothers!

WHO DO I LOVE? by Dennis Doph

because why? 50

Hairy-chested Gustavo from Concepcion, Chile with the most improbable of extensions
The diabolical cur known as Bearfur who has all of the basic intentions
Big-Dicked Dad from Novi Sad who's much more Serbian than Hungarian
And the guy in the weeds who, for most of his needs, uses sources both fowl and agrarian
And the Rough Tough Man who sits on his can and invites all of us to his room
Then Grrrrrrrrbear so neat who has hair on his feet and ten inches of meat for his plume
There's the Hairy Dad in Perth who climbed into my berth and decided to upper my lower
And with Pittsburgh Todd I did not think it odd when he switched gears from faster to slower
Then that one Hairy Stud lifted me out of the mud of my own insufficient indulgence
But the bright boy in Alberta never thought it could hurt a single one of us with his randy refulgence.

Then A Big Smile in Kent paid off most of his rent when he charged us for sniffing his frenum
And Bearprong in Duluth never faked as the truth his fat inches -- whever we've seen 'em
There was never so plush a stud like Bearbush who holds out in a dump in Wyoming
And the magnificent triceps on that man with Bonded Biceps had most of us blushing and cumming
It served as a shock when that Downward-Bent Cock crawled into my crib after matins
And the Bubblebutt boy simply served as a joy and put shame to a bevy of Latins
I admire the genius of that hot Fair Isle Penis who whipped nine inches out of his jock
But the adorable charm of that boy on the farm has my eight and a half dripping with shock!

So cheer, cheer for the dear boys of the Prairie
And any condition which still might be cherry
They'll top any aperture in Chilean Toffee Gus
And allow a smooth plow in their willing aesophagus
I'm finding a prize in their innocent blue eyes
as they bulge (like their cocks) while revealing
The veined prize which is Mine like a Prick Frankenstein
which I'm never (no, never) concealing
Knowing this red-furred stud can't be nipped in the bud
by a man who's for chomping his flower
And a Rose is a Rose for the stud top who knows
he can fuck this fine buck by the hour.
So Hooray for Alberta a place that can't hurt a
Topstud who knows well which fine match you're on
Though I've made myself free in Vancouver B.C.
and I've plowed (when allowed) in Saskatchewan!*

*sending pix of all the studs listed in EXACT ORDER
via Smilebox.

THIS IS HOW IT GOES by Dennis Doph

because why? 49

As a dewy youth I showered with my Uncle Al
He was every young boy's avatar and pal
Beefy hairy-chested Chief of the Police
Always careful of a young boy's pubic fleece
When, as he expected, some youth's hard cock would stand
At strict attention when Big Al came to hand.

Then Al would invite me into his mid-afternoon shower
Lavishing attention on me by the hour
Even though of body hair I then had not a trace
Not the slightest suggestion of a beard upon my boyish face
But, in forbidden regions below the line of belt
An enormous mound of manflesh extruded from my pelt
And, before the suds subsided, and my load was fit to burst
Al would kneel upon the shower floor to quench his manly thirst

This is how it goes, then, I murmured to myself
Myself murmured back, "Don't keep it on the shelf,
'Cause if you don't offer it up to every steamin' stud,
Your bourgeoning sexlife will soon be nipped in the bud!"

So, I proceeded, in a manner meant to shock,
And I let my hungry Uncle go down upon my cock.
In my Twenties as I purveyed the Hollywooden land,
More pressing matters came to my attention -- and to hand.
Even though cocksucking skills were mine -- my own smart touch of class,
I became much more aroused by the sight of a man's tight ass
As I caromed around town, known as King of the Casting Couch,
Casting directors all knew about my Treasure -- as they murmured, "Ouch!
Could this boy fit in (damn tight) the latest Brando flick,
Pushing around the studio such a big fat piece of dick?"

That was how it went, then. As I proceeded from set to set
I discovered how many backsides I could make deep and wet
Went from Brando to Sinatra the old fucking Invincible
Discovered British loved buttfucking -- as their special principle.
Learned the thrill of parting and spearing those downy British cheeks
How I could ride Hard Hog on those Brits for weeks and weeks.

Took my "Act" to New York as my Thirties came nigh on,
Learning to view Manhattan Melodrama from dusk to pulsating dawn,
In cabaret Off-Off Broadway I learned how to shake my booty,
Causing heart palpitations in every Off-Off Broadway cutie,
Bleaching out my red hair to its very Kraut-like roots,
Swinging my lovely pink mushroom-headed dick out beyond the Foots
Became the new sensation of the swollen-penised New York Nation
As I transcended social barriers far above my station.

But then in journeys through the corridors of the IRT and BMT
Subway johns taught me sensations I might never have hoped to see
Became frantic as I watched Italian Poppas put their manners into place
Taking soft sweet Puerto Rican butts upon their collective face.
So I proceeded to extol my newest sexual whim
Adding to my verbal treasury a new intransitive verb: TO RIM.

So in my transition from one subway to another
Left the imprint of my face on each downy butted brother
Preparing them for the onslaught of my penis (still quite young)
Broaching their anal treasure with my hard and searching tongue
Many's the young Mick who succumbed to my attack
Opening up his backside -- offering me his crack.

In this insane pursuit of sex I morphed into my Forties
Learning how to blast the boys out of their shoes and their jock shorties
The King of the New York Gods gave my act another Twist
Teaching me how to substitute penis action to my fist.
And OHHHHHHHH the days and OHHHHHHHHHH the nights
--as I walked on the Wild Side of the spectrum
And felt my bony elbow graze against each new prolapsed rectum.

Is THIS how it goes? I wondered, feeling my clenched fist
take its transverse turn,
Feeling each buttocks tremble as I caused its interior to burn,
Pulling balls backward into my mouth to agitate their owner,
Pulling even further back the swollen cock which had become
a maxi-boner,
Later, rinsing off my forearm with Lava and with Duz,
Cautioned myself that I had triumphed -- and That was all it Was.

As my arc took me back to Los Angeles I became beefy as my Unc,
Sported a sea of bushy red hair upon my trunk,
Practiced my hard-earned tics and tricks upon bevies of men,
to please,
Blowing and fucking and rimming and fisting were the core
of my expertise.
As my appetites went from sweet to hot and then to rough,
Went from One on One to Two on One, and Three, and finally
Four was not enough.
Multiples became my game, and the game went from bounce
to BOINK,
Realized my actions could be encapsulated by one keyword:
"OINK!"

So I cruise and bruise and schmooze for just another little while,
Pushing my fame from one to yet another hot Pig Pile,
Smiling sweetly, trying not to lose my wind, keep my tennies
above the ruts,
Trying not to abuse my sensibilities -- and my semen-saturated guts.
While I've always been renowned for being a Top for Tops,
I've taken more than one (or one hundred) cunning sex extensions
in my chops.
So I continue to extend and spend my hoary sexual chores,
Asking nicely, smiling sweetly, hoping the next Blow or Fuck
or Rim or Fist is yours.

TOO BLEEPING FUNNY by Dennis Doph

because why? 48

It's too fucking funny how as the years increase
Role models for our public attitudes seem to cease
former hyper masculine role models are in certain dearth
As Gable, Cooper, and John Garfield went to earth
Even those certain of us have successfully took to bed
Got soft and pulpy -- Alec Baldwin climbs in
with Meryl Streep instead!

So with this in mind we hearken back to great
comediennes of yore
Who put the onus on what had gone on before

BILLIE BURKE so fluttery and so golden-blonde
Everything about the distaff of which we might be fond
Picking her way cheerfully through all that cinematic dung
Making life hell for poor Bear-bodied Roland Young
Remember Flo Ziegfeld paid a heavy price for this fair Dame
Making it necessary for her to seize her fame
Paying off his gambling debts. And in so doing
As "Glinda the Good" she never could be ruing
The day she decided to tip her feathered hat
To that 17-year-old, drug-addled, vaudevillian brat!

Then with the Forties came butch Miss JUDY CANOVA
Giving dykes a bit of Cuntry with that Mouth All Over
Pushing aside the Cover-Girl pomaded maids
With one bleat of her down-home voice
and Hey Rube! braids
She'd push the contract studs around, make herself boss
Throw Larry Parks, Lloyd Bridges, and Allyn Joslyn
for a loss
Then when she'd ceased and desisted with these men
She throw 'em right around the ring again!
If her violent butch ways weren't quite enough
Every BDSM faggot in the world began to strutt HER stuff.

Badmouth Queen of Cinema for all the world to fave is
Eddie Cantor's mistress long-limbed bisexual JOAN DAVIS
Baby Queen of the May in the dying days of vaudeville
With rimming tongue she pushed precocious Eddie
up the hill
Into the movies, radio, and then the Tinsel Tube
Proving Miss Joan was no one's idea of a Rube
Then, in days following the Kennedy Assassination,
she and her daughter used their mouths too much
With the right wing of this country got in fatal Dutch
Then, like Dorothy Kilgallen, so the Sybil said,
Anyone who talked too much about JFK wound up DEAD.

If any comic lady had the US over a laughing barrel
It was the Hollywood Tot known as BURNETT CAROL
In her late teens she learned just how to lull us
With her blatant love song,
"I Made a Fool of Myself Over John Foster Dulles"
Then to thrill all us closet Scarlett O'Hara Dads
She used a curtain rod for shoulderpads
Bonded with juicy Julie Andrews on another graph
To give us concerts which were more than slightly Sapph.

But the one Gal who tweaked all our femme-conscious dicks
Was horse-faced, long-limbed insanely funny MARY WICKES
Who, as "Miss Bedpan" opposite Monty Woolley in
the Man Who Came to Dinner
Showed us a hip chick could always tell the sin from the sinner
Then followed this with a star turn in Now, Voyager
with Bette Davis
Showing there's no depravity from which she'd be loath
to save us
Though she finally descended to TV and Danny Thomas
La Wickes never abandoned her lofty thespian promise
Once her long race with the world of theater had run
She proved there's nothing wrong with being
BIG, BUTCH, and FUN
...and in so doing threw herself in the Sapphic hay
with Betty Hutton and with Doris Day!