Thursday, October 14, 2010

Can You Lend a Hand?


My post yesterday omitted what is for many, perhaps, the most important sexual behavior of all: masturbating. I've heard rumor that there are guys out there that don't even participate in this mode of orgasm, but no one has actually ever admitted it to me. When it comes to porn in general and in particular homoerotic wrestling kink (whether we want to characterize our favorite matches as "porn" is still entirely another conversation), I suppose the most common mode of consumption is isolated self-stimulating with just the recorded images, the viewer, and his imagination (and, of course, his hand). There's an element of voyeuristic kink here. To watch, not to directly participate, as an end in and of itself, clearly relieves tension for (nearly?) all of us, and for some of us, it's the exclusive means of carnal delights.



I'm a big fan of taking care of my own business on a routine basis. And 19 times out of 20, homoerotic wrestling is precisely the means for that private end. To watch two beautiful men wrestle hard is entirely arousing to me, even when I'm watching it remotely. I know my own body better than any one else does, so a private session with just me and a DVD can be profoundly satisfying. I know the right pace and pressure, the right amount of friction, to make the pleasure profoundly satisfying. I can anticipate the images, the sounds, the scenarios that will put me over the top, and with that knowledge I can stretch the duration of play much longer than any other partner has ever managed. 



Perhaps it's the act of solitary masturbating, focused on images of male bodies, that is the quintessential "behavior" of gay sex, ironically. But I have to commend diversifying the portfolio for those of you who find yourself sticking to this formula exclusively. First, finding a partner who can enjoy the kink of watching homoerotic wrestling with you is such an intensely erotic joy. So many of us have spent so much time nurturing our kink with the curtains drawn, at least half-ashamed, drawn within ourselves. But clearly there are plenty of others out there, and sharing the joy of watching what gets you off with someone else who gets off that way too is powerful. Some of my most enthusiastic moments with a partner have a grunting, groaning, trash talking BGE soundtrack playing in the background, multiplying what's going right for me in that moment many times over. Getting inspired by the action on screen can also segue into a fantastic translation in real time. Sliding a lover between your legs and squeezing him in a gasp-inspiring body scissors at the same time that your homoerotic wrestling hero does the same thing up on the wall is just all sorts of right. The intimacy is simply unmatched when you've got a partner to share everything that turns you both on.



Even if other items on the menu don't seal the deal for you, I think there's something more fulfilling and lasting about jerking off with (or in the hands of) a partner than by yourself. There's just something centering and grounding in our own humanity about an orgasm witnessed and an orgasm shared. Now, you know what a major fan I am of the erotic imagination, but I'm a little skeptical of the completely inwardly drawn imagination that can end up entirely isolating us as sexual performers. I simply love that physical presence, the adoring stroke, that wonderful moment that never loses its novelty for me when I find myself feeling incredibly awed to be naked and vulnerable and powerful and intimately present with another man. And there's just nothing as intimately personal as seeing another man's cum-face.


So these last two posts make me feel a little like I'm playing Dr. Ruth. It's not my intention to sound like the sexpert or to cast another marginalizing net around what should be considered "normal." I'm all for your sexual satisfaction, at least as far as it comes from an act of mutual, consenting pleasures. I just think it's worth saying that what defines the crowd that tends to read this blog shouldn't be something that removes us from pleasures shared. We don't all have to live up to the physical standards or peak performances of our homoerotic wrestling heroes, by any means. But we can take a cue from them that there's a whole world of erotic pleasures and beautiful men to share them with.

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