Last month, the university in my town hosted a major collegiate wrestling tournament featuring top wrestlers from across Canada. For the $5:00 price of admission, anyone could watch these grunting, sweating testosterone-filled specimens of manhood at close range.
In the permanently horny condition which I'm in right now, I'd probably ejaculate spontaneously in my pants, just watching these hot young men wrestle with their cocks and balls bulging in their singlets, spandex straining over their lovely ass cheeks and thighs. I know I would thrill to see them laying their beefy hands all over each others' bodies and occasionally get a glimpse of an unplanned wrestler's erection. Imagine the fun I would have had, scoping out their bulges to see whether or not they were cut.
But, sadly, I didn't see any of this. I deeply regret not going. I had three reasons for not going. Actually, the first two were excuses and the last was a reason.
#1 Excuse: I was sore and exhausted after a difficult week at work and faced a weekend of working around the house and moving furniture. It would have been difficult with my spinal problem to sit on the wooden benches.
#2 Excuse: I had all the kids with me and somehow, could not come up with an acceptable excuse to be absent for most of the day, "Sorry kids, you'll have to fend for yourselves today ... I'm going to go look at some wrestler's cocks wrapped in spandex."
#3 Reason: I hesitated about going to the wrestling tournament because I'd be seen by dozens of people I know. Although I am out to my wife, kids, family, most friends and many colleagues, I am not out to the wider community in our small town. There would have been no satisfactory answer to the inevitable question, "What are you doing here?" It would be a natural question, especially when everyone knew that I hadn't the slightest interest in wrestling and knew none of the wrestlers. Attending such as event, alone, drooling over the sexy men, would have been the gayest thing I've ever done... er.. except maybe for sucking cock last summer, described here and here.
It would have caused tongues to wag and suddenly, I wasn't in the mood to deal with it. If the wrestling tournment returns next year, I promise, I'll be there in the front row! As a consolation prize, here are some lovely wrestler bulges from http://singlets.tumblr.com.