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always has, always will

[RoyJester]

Damn, day three has been the toughest for me by a longshot.  I've been here before (not with this program), and I realize that the withdrawals get shorter and weaker, but will never be gone.  I stayed quit for almost a year last time and had a freak accident - totally my fault but it didn't seem that way in the moment. 

I'm in a shitty mood right now, so all the veterans who have been calling people out for returning to this program after failing previously, shut the fuck up and start being supportive.  To call someone weak because they tripped up earlier is insulting nearly every person in here.  God Bless the person who quit on their first try, but they are few and far between. 

I understand the veteran concept of "I can be a dick and give them someone to prove wrong."  I'm up for a good challenge, but quitting this shit without having to listen to your holier than thou attitude is hard enough.  We'll all still be quit tomorrow, but only some of us will be cunts. 

Whew, thanks for letting me work through that craving.... 'Finger'

Ma and Pa would be so disappointed....

They'd tell you to buck the fuck up Beef Jerky!

[RAZD611]

I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.

I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.

As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.

Time for a hot shower.

'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'

Oh God this is great.

Oh my god. I'm in tears......

'crackup' Hahahaha oh man.... so great! I needed to read something like that today.

'Popcorn'

What's next?

Oh my god it so hard to keep a straight face while reading that. I hope you don't have him as a partner next time. 'crackup' . I bet you enjoyed every minute of that . :lol:

Brown chicken brown cow :blink:

[segelhoff]

I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.

I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.

As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.

Time for a hot shower.

'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'

Oh God this is great.

Oh my god. I'm in tears......

'crackup' Hahahaha oh man.... so great! I needed to read something like that today.

'Popcorn'

What's next?

Oh my god it so hard to keep a straight face while reading that. I hope you don't have him as a partner next time. 'crackup' . I bet you enjoyed every minute of that . :lol:

[Smokeyg]

Jack Lalanne - the man has it figured out.

You've quit chewing tobacco.

Smile More.

Bitches.

[Smokeyg]

Just to push the dirty caver down a notch on the intro list...

[Smokeyg]

Hanging out in the trainwreck known as April 2011, I've seen many statements like "I'm going to be a successful quitter - you'll see!"

The moment you post roll, you are a successful quitter. Even if you took your last chew out only 15 minutes ago, when you make the commitment, you are a successful quitter. You fucking better be.

There is no halfway.

[shortround]

I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.

I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.

As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.

Time for a hot shower.

'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'

Oh God this is great.

Oh my god. I'm in tears......

'crackup' Hahahaha oh man.... so great! I needed to read something like that today.

'Popcorn'

What's next?

[Smokeyg]

Damn, day three has been the toughest for me by a longshot.  I've been here before (not with this program), and I realize that the withdrawals get shorter and weaker, but will never be gone.  I stayed quit for almost a year last time and had a freak accident - totally my fault but it didn't seem that way in the moment. 

I'm in a shitty mood right now, so all the veterans who have been calling people out for returning to this program after failing previously, shut the fuck up and start being supportive.  To call someone weak because they tripped up earlier is insulting nearly every person in here.  God Bless the person who quit on their first try, but they are few and far between. 

I understand the veteran concept of "I can be a dick and give them someone to prove wrong."  I'm up for a good challenge, but quitting this shit without having to listen to your holier than thou attitude is hard enough.  We'll all still be quit tomorrow, but only some of us will be cunts. 

Whew, thanks for letting me work through that craving.... 'Finger'

Ma and Pa would be so disappointed....

[tarpon17]

I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.

I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.

As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.

Time for a hot shower.

'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'

Oh God this is great.

Oh my god. I'm in tears......

[Fort]

I started doing a P-90x type class at my local community center this evening. One of the activities involved partner pull-ups. My partner was an older guy. Lanky. White hanes v-neck a size too small. Goofy gray hair. A grunter.

I was standing, holding a 3 foot long wooden rod parallel to the ground with a bicep curl grip. He was laying on his back on his mat while I straddled his chest. Luckily, I was wearing tight boxer briefs or he would have had a clear view of my junk. He reached up inside my grip with a similar bicep curl grip. The point was for him to pull himself straight off the mat, keeping his back and neck rigid - like a 30 degree pull-up. My job was to support his body weight, keeping my core tight and knees slightly bent.

As a I hinted earlier, he wasn't in super shape. The first couple pull ups went alright, a little grunting, but nothing out of the normal. His form looked good - straight as a used arrow. Up and down. Pull up number three however, was more of a modified sit up. He had reached his limit and his form suffered. His back and neck curled inward as he pulled himself off the ground. I kept a straight face as his mouth grunted towards my crotch. "Thhhhrreee!" I looked straight ahead, straight faced. "Nice work". "Foooourrrr!" He actually left a little fleck of spit on my gym shorts from his exertion. We were doing sets of 15. Each rep became more and more inappropriate. The trainer, usually the boot camp type, had to walk to the other side of the gym. She couldn't comment. I made the mistake on rep number 8 of looking sideways in the giant mirror. Full on man on man action. Public forum. My arms were getting tired. We were both grunting now. His nose nudged my shorts on number 12. Sweet Jesus. I actually had the thought of how traumatic an erection - even a partial - would be at that moment. I don't know why my mind went there. I had to say something. "Keep it up." I gritted my teeth. 14 - our eyes met. Not a hint of embarrassment on either side. Neither acknowledged what was happening. We couldn't. We were men. Working out. And loving it.

Time for a hot shower.

'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'

Oh God this is great.

[theo3wood]

You have a lot of almost gay things happen to you?

Moderation, moderation, moderation.

At what point does almost gay become gay?

If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times in here...apply a bandaid to your buddy's elbow, nobody calls you a doctor...put out a little kitchen blaze with the extinguisher, nobody calls you a fireman, BUT JUST SUCK ONE LITTLE DICK...

[redtrain14]

You have a lot of almost gay things happen to you?

Moderation, moderation, moderation.

At what point does almost gay become gay?

[Smokeyg]

You have a lot of almost gay things happen to you?

Moderation, moderation, moderation.

[Chaos]

You have a lot of almost gay things happen to you?