The newest issue of Handbook is soon to be released. Here are the three featured “nude guys” in the coming January issue. #1- Nico, sexy, lean, furry and un-cut. #2-Alex, tough, dark, and  hard as a rock. And last but not least, Dillon #3, handsome, stoic, naturally smooth and mischievous.  This issue definitely offers something for all readers. This issue will be available here January 10th. Cover image coming  soon!

Lambda Warriors: Spartans – Soldiers – Lovers
by Bain Pavay (Issue 02/Volume 02 – April 2008)

The lambda symbol seems to be one of the most controversial of symbols in regards to its meaning. There are many opinions as to why the lambda was chosen as a gay symbol and what it really means. But what is rather fascinating is that the gay warriors, the Spartans, who carved this symbol into their battle shields. The ancient Greek Spartans believed the lambda meant unity. Ancient Greeks placed the lambda on shields of Spartan warriors, who were often paired off with younger men in battle. The theory was that warriors would fight more fiercely knowing their lovers were both watching and fighting alongside them. Spartan males were trained from birth to be functioning members of an armed camp. Spartan infants were assessed by the state at birth as to whether they had the robust qualities required to become warriors. Weakling infants were left in the mountains to die. Some were rescued by farmers, but most perished, thus preserving the strong, fit bloodline of the Spartans. Surviving males were thrust into military training at age seven. They were made to endure the cold, either naked or with very little clothing, and fed only watery broth and roots or scraps. Spartan boys were encouraged to steal food from local farmers. The idea was that the boys would be forced to be clever and this would help them in foraging when, as soldiers, they later took part in warfare; while the self-denial imposed on the youth was designed to toughen bodies and make Spartans indifferent to hardship. One leader instituted the practice of scourge bearing wherein older boys were given whips to terrorize younger boys to teach the virtue of obedience. This may have been one of the originating factors that would later be considered as one of the precursors to the master-slave sexual relationship later on. It was also taught that it was the obligation of older military males to introduce their wives to younger, more vigorous male sexual partners for purposes of breeding. Again, we can see that strong male infants were important; but this also brings in the idea of multiple sexual partners.  At age 20, Spartan boys became warriors. Upon reaching adulthood or age 30, the Hoplite was entitled to an equal share in Spartan agricultural land, land that was actually farmed by helots. Now, too, as an equal, the adult warrior could live at home with his bride although he continued to eat in a shared, military mess hall. At age 60 his term of military service ended. Oddly, however, despite the ultra-masculinity of Spartan values, it is believed that homosexuality was somewhat widespread.  Furthermore, there were no white gowns at a Spartan marriage ceremony; rather she was abducted and sexual relations were to be carried on in a clandestine manner. Her husband was taught that to be seen going and coming from his wife was disgraceful; therefore, it was said that some men often saw their first child before gazing upon the face of their wives. Spartan men were required to marry at age 20 after completing the crypteia. A Spartan wedding was not highly ritualized and consisted of the intended bride being abducted with simulated violence. After the wedding night the husband remained living in his barracks and would have no further contact with his wife except for the purpose of procreation. This was ritualized with the wife having to shave her head and dress in male clothing while the husband would wait until his battlemates had gone to sleep before leaving the barracks to do his duty and then returning before they were aware of his absence. In antiquity it was thought that a youth was expected to find himself an older lover, and that pederasty, a social practice common throughout most of Greece, was especially so in Sparta, they were the best army in the world where the ephors fined any eligible man who did not have chaste relationships with youths. However, according to one author, an examination of the historical details reveals that “references to particular homosexual attachments of Spartans are conspicuous even by Greek standards”. What can we learn from Ancient Greece as modern gay men?  Greece has long been portrayed as a homosexual paradise for today’s modern gays and lesbians.  2300 years ago men in Greece had wives, mistresses, and lovers of either gender.  The most famous historic gay culture, Greek society normalized same-sex love among its male and female members.  Homosexual relations were believed to be above the lower classes, reserved for middle class and aristocracy.  Ancient Greek culture honored gay relations as a flourishing empire; a period when Lambda warriors, an army of homosexual male soldiers, successfully conquered neighboring lands. Ancient Greeks were pagan and deeply religious, truly believing that by exceeding feats of the gods they could become gods themselves. Delving into the world’s queer history, early accounts of same-sex relationships come from Ancient Greece.  Such relationships did not replace marriage between man and woman but occurred before and beside it.  The relationships were typically pederastic and it would be less common for a man to have a mature male mate (though some did): typically, a man would be the “erastes” (lover) to an adolescent “eromenos” (loved one). In this relationship it was considered improper for the adolescent to feel desire, as that would not be masculine. Driven by aspiration and admiration, the elder of the two would devote himself unselfishly to providing all the education his young man required to thrive in society. The Greek symbol lambda was emblazoned on the shields of Spartan warriors in ancient Greece.  While the city-state is famous for its legendary battle prowess, it is also notable for its practice of pairing experienced soldiers with young new recruits for both training and sex. The lambda was co-opted by gay activists during the 1950s and 1960s. While its usage is down somewhat, it is still sometimes favored by collegiate gay men today for its wry commentary on Greek fraternity traditions and is still used as an identifier from one homosexual to another.

Lots of guys are looking too. We did a little on-line cruising
ourselves in various personals and found some very oh so
interesting wants and needs. Whether you are looking for a one night stand, a weekly encounter or simply friendship with a horse, you can find it.
These are the ones that got our attention. Enjoy!

NOT GAY BUT LOOKING FOR A GUY WHO IS
I am not gay as I have a girlfriend and a kid.. but recently I have had a strong urge to take a cock or 2 in my ass….looking to try it for the first time, I am new to it all but willing to try anything… not into kissing though but I will suck your cock and let you fuck me and cum deep in my ass… looking for a fuck and go thing but maybe if I like it…hmmm well see where that goes… I am very descreet, 18 five foot six and 140lbs. You can say im kinda short? I am real but cannot host due to the baby…. looking for someone around or older then 30 im avalible most days after 5 or so for a few hours. Send picture of cock at least with reply and please dont be to overweight as im kinda tiny haha.

pepperoni and mushrooms
You watched me blow my buddy through the screen door as you delivered a pepperoni and mushroom deep dish pizza last night. You must have liked what you saw you since you had a huge hard on as I paid you. Would like you to delivery your mushroom head soon. Please respond!

LOOKING FOR MALE HORSE
I am looking for someone with a male horse for friendship maybe more. I am trying to be as discrete as possible, but send me an email and I will tell you all about it.

WAKIN’ UP HUNGRY
Clean white professional male. Seeking similar masculine white collar professionals who would like have “breakfast in bed.” Must like hard boiled eggs and eating smooth tight ass. It will be hot to go first thing in the morning. Be in shape, have a nice round ass and a pretty pink hole. Please respond for further details. Must have pic.

You FUCKED my ass with a STRAP ON after we left 4th Street
Last weekend we both were drunk at blank blank sports bar…..You said you wanted to take me home and your boyfriend drove us back to your apartment since we were so drunk…..You dragged me to your bedroom and went to your dresser drawer……Your boyfriend tied me up and you then pulled out a tube of lube and the BIGGEST strapon that I have ever seen!!! You then asked if you could FUCK my drunk ass and I said YES. OMG it was so fucking hot!!! You made me moan and take long, deep strokes until I came!!! Put “Strapon One Night Stand” in the subject line if that was you……I wanna do it again!!! I hope my ASS looks familiar to you because you FUCKED it soooo good!

one is the loneliest number
A sexy half Italian half sexual sprit looking for that special guy. Full of magical qualities that need recriprocation. Dreams to be fullfilled and a gapping wet hole waiting for your man cock. Fuck me until we pass out from exhausted bliss. Please be hung extra large and be a true and honest gentleman.

Pajama party last weekend
You were the sexy man in the care bears pajamas. We danced until we were hot then touched the ice to cool down. I wanted to touch more, did you? I hope so.

bitch bottom
Spank it, touch it, lick it. Fuck it, abuse it, stick it. Pet it, tickle it, stretch it. Eat it, smell it, want it. But don’t leave it until I am satisfied.

dirty dawg in his 4×4
This bad boy is up for some rough terrain. I am a husky, hairy well hung dude in a baseball cap seeking good times and hard livin with like minded men. I supply the ride and you supply the brew. Let’s drive to a secluded area. Strip down to nothing but our boots and get naughty and nasty in the cab of my truck. Dude is that you? Yeah man. Let’s fuck all night like jack wabbits!

lipstick Lez pretend
Slim feminine and pretty dude looking for others similar in appearence for simulated lipstick lezzie sex. Dress me up in Victorias Secret, shave my beaver and hit my g-spot. Pretty, dominant, female corporate realness highly appreciated. Uncut and redheads preferred.

Rainy days
The rainy weather gives me a big boner. How about you mister? Hosting here so come on over and shower me with your man mist. I don’t have an umbrella.

Your cream pie
Fuck me out in the desert! I am looking for a white male any age to fuck me out in the desert day or night!  We’ll meet and take my scooter into the desert and we’ll get naked – I will blow you hard and then you can fuck me till you cum, in our out of me. I love a good creampie, so I hope you shoot lots of cum.I will bend over or spread my man pussy for you. I do not have a lot of time, so I’d like to make this happen ASAP, since I have to be at work at 11pm. I do not care what you look like as long as you’re cool and down to earth. I am just going to be using you for you juicy cock. I don’t mind being your whore for a while. Just leave me dripping.

dream lover
Candles, soft music and massage. I will welcome you with open arms and drape you in a silken robe. I am a highly skilled and spiritual massage therapist. Let me take you to another world with my touch and healing. I will find the inner you as I massage your rectum. Give me your sacred seed. I want to see you explode. Be my lover for 90 miniutes. Cash and credit cards accepted.

Be my sissy boy
My home. Married clean cut professional gentle daddy type here. I am 6’2”, 214, cut, verbal, nasty and very open minded and kinky. I want to lay back and watch you enjoy my shaved cut manhood. Have an extra long foreskin. Suck it and chew it. Sissy boys only as long as you’re real and are not looking for a long drawn out email courtship. I’m ready to host today. Let’s do this without too much messaging. If you’re a sissy, please be ready to come over and dress for me here, or have yor sissy stuff on under your clothes when you arrive. Please have long feminine fingers. Long nails a plus. If you are into it please be in touch and God bless.

More to be revealed soon. Stay tuned

plushie:
1) A type of doll made from fabric and filled with any kind of soft stuffing. (i.e. cotton, feathers, nylon, etc.)
2) A person who has a strong – usually erotic – attachment to stuffed animals

My first encounter with anything resembling plushie sex—or plushophilia—came, perhaps unsurprisingly, a few years ago at Burning Man. I’d wandered into Jiffy Lube, a theme camp catering primarily to randy gay Burners where sexual activity is explicitly encouraged (their motto being, “Get in. Get off. Get out.”) I was no stranger to anonymous sex venues, and, for the most part, this one felt just like most others—a darkened space where men spoke in hushed tones, if at all, and approached each other with sideward glances. “Same old, same old,” I thought to myself. That was until I peered around a corner and came upon a man dressed head-to-toe in a yellow bunny suit vigorously fucking another man—his bunny tail bopping back and forth in rhythm with his thrusting, his tall bunny ears flopping up and down. Now this wasn’t something you saw every day. I was mesmerized. Later that same week, I ended up spending the better part of an evening dancing with a man who called himself Decible. He wore a heavy, scraggly wool body suit that made him look like a yeti who had made a wrong turn in the snowy Himalayas and ended up in the in the northern Nevada desert. My senses heightened as they were, I nestled a cheek against his furry chest and felt comforted, and yeah, excited. A year or so later, a good friend of mine showed up at Folsom Street Fair wearing nothing but a pair of stuffed unicorns he’d fashioned into a sort of fantastical jock strap. “Meet Razzle and Dazzle!” he said, by way of introduction. Among a sea of chaps and nipple clamps, Razzle and Dazzle stood out. A flier for a recent party at a San Francisco bar featured a beefy, hirsute man dancing in a pair of briefs and sporting a grinning, oversized bunny head. As I type this, the daily challenge on the Facebook Group, “Gay Boys with Beards,” has members posting pictures of themselves with stuffed animals. And, as it turns out, the poster for this year’s Folsom Street Fair prominently includes—among the other fetishists—someone wearing a pink, furry pig suit. Plushie sex, it seems, while certainly not mainstream, is making strides in taking its place among long-established kinks like leather and bondage. You know those teddy bears in little leather harness you sometimes see in sex shops and novelty stores? To some they’re anything but novel. Take FoxWolfie Galen, for example. Spend any amount of time Googling about plushophiles, and you’ll undoubtedly run across FoxWolfie’s site. For better or worse, he’s become one of the more visible members of the plushie community by virtue of his candidness. This “King of the Plushies,” as he’s sometimes known, has even been the subject of articles in both Vanity Fair and Salon. FoxWolfie’s site is a veritable treasure trove of information about plushies and plushie sex. There you’ll find surveys and links, artwork and a glossary, as well as an FAQ where he declares, “giving my gift of love to my plushies is a sacramental act.” A point of clarification… There’s a larger community of people, sometimes referred to as the “furry fandom,” “furrydom,” “fur fandom,” or “furdom,” with an affinity for fictional animal characters with human personalities and characteristics. Members of the furry fandom, known as “furries,” may or may not be plushophiles. As you might imagine, animated Disney movies are the stuff that furrydom fantasies are made of. And, in fact, a plushie of Meeko, the raccoon from Pocahontas is generally recognized as one of the most popular stuffed animals among plushophiles. As with any group, furrydom has a language of it’s own. For example, a “fursuit” refers to the type of full-body costume worn by the type of mascots you might see at sporting events. A “fursuiter” is someone who wears a fursuit, and a “furvert” is someone attracted to them. Furries display affection by “skritching” or scratching each other’s backs as if grooming one another. A ”fur pile” is when a group of furries lay on top of one another. “Yiff” is the furry word for sex, “yiffy” means sexy or horny and “yiffing” is full on mating (either with a stuffed animal or a person in plushie garb.) ”Spooge” is, well… spooge probably doesn’t need defining. And then there’s “SPA” (or, strategically placed appendage) and “SPH” (or, strategically placed hole.) These being modifications—sometimes crude, sometimes elaborate—that allow for yiffing as either a top or bottom, depending on your mood or preference. Furries and plushies also have their own literature, including the sexy comic-book series, Genus, as well as Softpaw Magazine. And they gather at conventions like Midwest FurFest, Anthrocon, Further Confusion, Erofurence and Califur, among others. Up to this point, my personal experience with plushie sex had been limited. Aside from observing the aforementioned fucking bunny at Burning Man, they consisted of jerking off in my bed as a teenager with the stuffed animals from my childhood looking on. And while theory is all well and good, online research into online plushiedom left me feeling unfulfilled. The time had come to experiment with an SPH of my own. So, I went in search of my first honest-to-goodness plushie partner. Out of sheer convenience, I first set my sights on an old friend—a stuffed monkey named Virgil my parents had brought home from a vacation. He’d spent his early years in my crib, then my bed and now sits on a shelf in my apartment. But I had a hard time picturing Virgil that way. Just like with flesh and blood sex partners, it seems that I prefer to work out my kinks with strangers, at least initially. After a quick trip to a toy store, I settled on two-foot tall panda bear. I figured its center seam would make for a convenient SPH. So I carefully cut the little guy open, got myself hard (thinking about everything except what I was about to do) and… OUCH! One bit of advice I must have missed on the plushie sex message boards was that synthetic fiberfill can be… irritating. Undeterred, I went searching around the house for a solution. Let’s see… Condom? Too clinical. Cellophane wrap? Too homemade. And then a moment of inspiration. With more excitement than I’d like to admit, I grabbed a Fleshlight from the toy chest, removed the soft inner core and placed it inside the furry little guy’s crotch. And suddenly there was a fleshy little opening right where a fleshy little opening should be. I lubed it up and, holding panda by both hands, lowered him down onto my hard-again dick. Not bad. Not bad at all, to tell the truth. I grinned and he seemed to grin back. I slid him up and down and spun him around a few times until I finished. Yes. I fucked a stuffed panda. And I liked it.

by Matt James

This is the third installment of the popular masked nude guy series. In this issue you will find the Bunny, the Panda and the Pony. Something for everyone we say and you are gonna love the centerfold. If you are already a Handbook subscriber, your new issue is on the way. Thanks for the support and dedicated readership.

The short autobiography you are about to read is a contribution from a guy named Liam. We met on a train to Los Angeles. He had been working in San Francisco for a regular “client” and I was headed to friend’s for some rest and relaxation. This is one of those leave it to fate moments. A seasoned male escort meets a publisher of male erotica …a match made in heaven when one of the two is seeking some editorial content for a good read. He agreed to write a little something about himself for Handbook readers and here is what he had to say.

Okay first of all let me say I am not a writer. Not much one for written words however I did want to share some of my experiences and thoughts about how I pay the bills. I am a 29 year old white male. I am 5’-10” tall, 175 pounds, light brown hair, fairly smooth and carry 8 inches of un-cut meat between my legs. I am not going to say very good looking or handsome but I will say that I am easy on the eyes. My father was Irish and my mother was Dutch. We moved from Ireland to the US when I was three years old. I grew up in Seattle Washington in the Fremont area and lived there until I was old enough to get the hell out. That place was not for me. Too cold and way too sleepy for it’s own good. No offense to all of you from Washington. It just wasn’t for me. My teenage memories of Seattle sexually were of the usual.  I jerked off alot and had a few regular buddies to play with. Class mates and some of the neighborhood boys. At an early age I knew I had something to offer. I was hung large for my age and I loved to show it off whenever I got the chance. I remember walking to the corner store when I was about 17 in a pair of thin worn out sweat pants and no underwear. I got so much pleasure out of all the stares and smiles. It made me feel important. That may sound strange but it really did. People may say that I didn’t receive the love and nurturing I should have received as a child that’s why you are seeking the attention sexually. That’s not the case. I was close to my father or mother and hugs were always the answer to everything. I wasn’t abused or treated badly.  I have no complaints. I just love sharing my dick! End of discussion. I moved to Los Angeles when I was about 22 with a friend who’s family owned a house that needed a little maintenance. So for free rent we would do some light construction and yard work. It was awesome. The weather was the complete opposite of Seattle. I could free-ball (no underwear for those who aren’t familiar with that term) any day or night of the year. We had a great place to live and I was happy. I worked a few jobs here and there until I found something I really enjoyed (aside from sex) was working in the yard at the home we were living in. I answered an add in the paper for titled “Gardner needed for Brentwood home and generous executive.” The long and short of it is I was hired. The only requirement was that I work with my shirt off. There was no funny business and the guy was on the up and up. He was a quite, well educated professional who needed some regular eye candy. I fit that bill. One afternoon I had been working in the front garden when a guy who I had noticed jogging by once before stopped to talk . He wanted to know if I might be interested in coming by his place after I finished my day here so he could show me his yard as he was looking for someone to take care of some things. Okay, this sounds like it’s right out of a porn, but I am telling you this kind of shit happens all the time. When I think back to it I still get a puffy.  Anyway, I stopped by this guys place, talked gardening for about ten minutes and of course there was some sexual tension because I thought this guy was hot. Could it have been my dick growing in my pants as we were talking? I think so because the conversation turned from fertilizer and ground cover to him laying out $300.00 bucks and asking me if he could get a taste of what was in my pants. At that point a light went off. I have to be honest and say that the escort light was there all the time I just didn’t really know who to go about making it happen. Needless to say this guy laid down the cash I dropped my pants and he gave me the most unbelievable blow job I have had up to that point. It lasted for about an hour. He would get me close and then stop. Get me close again and we would share a beer. It went on for about an hour. I was in hog heaven! It was this guy who got me started in the business. He had a friend who liked to have regular relations with male escorts and he would like to pass my number along. Of course I agreed. I thought to myself that if I could manage gardening and escorting, both part time that would be an ideal situation for me. Needless to say, I never worked in that guys yard. Actually I never saw him again even though I am still working for the same man at the same residence as where I met that jogger. I currently have about six regular men I visit at various times of the year. They all pay very well and I have been to some amazing places. Paris, Spain, Thailand and others. My rates vary depending on how much time we spend together and also based upon how often we see each other. My rates, well, I would rather not give out that information but I will say I don’t have to worry about my finances. I don’t just satisfy the needs of men who like to get fucked. One of my regulars likes to service me while I slap his ass. Another guy (a married man) who I see at least once a month at his vacation home in here in Los Angeles likes to make me dinner, shower with me and cuddle all night. No sex at all. Being an escort in some regards is like being an unlicensed therapist. It sounds cliche but its true. These men slowly open up to you and feel as if they can share their most intimate and personal thoughts. It’s pretty amazing if you really think abut that dynamic. It’s taken a while to gather together a reliable and constant source of income that these gentlemen supply. I have been pretty fortunate and I learned early on to always screen or meet with a perspective client before hand. It’s worked for me up to this point so I am not messing with a good system. At the end of the day I go to bed happy with how things have turned out for me. I have some money in the bank, invested some for later, met some very interesting people and the best part is I am my own boss doing what I love to do. Sharing my dick  and tending to gardens.

(From Issue 01/Volume 03 2009)

If I were Old Mac Donald and I had a farm…these three amazing creatures would for sure be a part of my livestock! See and try to tame the wild Pony. The  Bunny on these pages is the one who wants to show you his Easter basket. And, the wild Panda is carrying quite an impressive piece of bamboo for you to wrap your lips around. (uh, if you are into putting bamboo in your mouth that is!)  See these three amazing creatures featured in the upcoming Masked issue #3 due out mid October 2010.

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