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My Magazine > Editors Archive > cat5 > Lost in Lube
Lost in Lube   by Vincent P. Jones

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I've just tested out four different lubes, weehoo -- each with its own particular flair for adventure:

There's: “I lost my heart completely when you slid your Boy Buttered hand up and down my swarthy lava cannon.” (That's the lube called Boy Butter.)

Then there's: “We made luv, baby, at 20,000 feet using Astroglide. Then, still fucking, his hard cock ramming my slick ass, we parachuted down with a lot more than wind beneath our tailfeathers."

And next there's: “I was on a gay cruise and thought I would never get lucky with the Danish cook, Sven. Then I went back into the kitchen, for a mid-night snack. He pulled me into the walk-in and pulled out a sexy black bottle of Pjur Eros. That's when my fantasy cruise adventure made me a captain of love.”

And last but not least, there's: "After bowling, the team came over for drinks; I popped in a few pornos, and Darrel found my half empty bottle of ID Pleasure with its mushroom dispenser top. Everybody had to try it out -- if only you could have seen the team jacking off together with Elvis singing from the computer in the background.”

The order above is how I checked them -- da lubricants in question -- out. Maybe not that creatively, but I did find them all enjoyable. Cause I am a jack-off kinda guy sometimes.

First: "Churn style Boy Butter personal lubricant" comes in a cute conversational tub like Country Crock butter from the grocer. Perhaps going for the upscale Crisco look. I voted it most fun container and just had to try it first in its white, yellow, and blue fat, round container that screamed "apply to buttocks at once." It has the consistency of your mom's favorite face cream blended with Crisco. Melts more swiftly than M&M’s in your hand. The only thing that could make it more tactile fun is if it came in chocolate -- in fact, the only thing missing from the label is edibility.

On the label, they at "BoyButter" recommend using not latex but polyurethane condoms. When I sunk my slatherers into BoyButter, I imagined a leather scene and some Daddy with a cigar banging a college football playing boy pig. Be certain, musky bear sirs! and slave in collar toyboys, to have the plastic down on the bed, carpet, or over the mattress in the basement for the pure pleasure of this product. You just want to grab it by the fistful and get slap happy with it. Good for bang after bang. Home website for this product www.boybutterlubes.com.

Next Astroglide with its sassy purple top and a bottle that has a curvy swish to it. It comes in a delightful “oh I found it in the hotel room” mini bottle, 2.5 oz shampoo size. It looked as if it was just waiting for a bottle of poppers to appear to ask it for a date. I had fun with it. No scent, easy to use bottle, relaxing and sensual to spank the monkey-banana with in your favorite home porno lounge. Home website for this product www.paradiselounge.com -- P.S. Nothing pro or con available on label about edibility.

What to Say about Pjur Eros? It was tiny black chic as far as the container. I kept seeing myself on Czech or French late late nite TV doing a sex commercial with Mathew Broderick or Nathan Lane, all us wearing berets and camouflage pants with red jocks. It got the job done. Comparable in feel to Astroglide or ID pleasure, this lube is all about the bottle. This is the bottle you take when you walk up to the guy you've been eying up half the evening, and you slip it into his back or front pocket, and wink, when starting a conversation that will lead to a sizzling nite in Vegas, Palm Springs, or Key West at the gay bed and breakfast pool. In the background, Barbra Streisand sings "People who Need People." Need I say it's very MTV circuit party? "Lover’s are very special people…" Pjur Eros is made in Germany. Thar you go. Again, can it be eaten? One assumes so, but nothing on the label. www.pjur.com.

ID Pleasure sensual lubricant, last but not least in its say-something bottle every parent in PFlAG ought to buy this for their gay teenager for Christmas. Comes in a red penile mushroom cap bottle with a pee hole for dispensing like an orgasm on the ready. Its texture reminds me of okra juice without the seeds. It was easy to add as I needed more while whacking off to well used porno videos from my second husband Uncle Dave. (He’s gone totally DVD now so I inherited about 10 of them.)

Back to ID pleasure sensual lubricant, to "feel the zing" as the bottle says for ID Glide. (Yes it, too(!), doesn’t give a hint if you can get piggy and slurp a cock with it on, durn it. What's with product labeling these days?) It does say to avoid contact with eyes and ears -- "Hey get that penis out of my ear!!!" (LOL!) Make sure it's on your bedside table at least in time to do the guy you're taking to meet your parents this Thanksgiving. Home website is www.Idlube.com again also available thru the shop at our favorite meet a guy and fall in love website OutPersonals. That, kiddos, and big daddies, is this review by yours truly V.P.Jones.

Boy Butter, Astroglide, Pjur Eros can be found at most online toy stores -- but we found them at [extern url='http://www.Boyzshop.com' target='_blank' text='www.Boyzshop.com'].