Saturday, July 23, 2011

A Feast for the Senses

I'm coated in sweat at this moment. Normally, that might be a signal of something hot and thrilling going on for me. But at this moment, it's just a symptom of my low tolerance for heat and humidity. However, it brings me back to the topic that I've expounded on many times before: my love of sweat-lubricated homoerotic wrestling.

Landon Mycles v Michael Vineland - Can-Am's Pro Sex Fight 1
Yes, please! There's something that much more intimate about two hunks wrestling lathered in sweat. The lubrication is itself part of the association with value-added arousal, I'm sure. Less friction, harder and hotter action. Just an application of lubricant can bring me to full attention, so an entire body coated in lubricating sweat is profoundly arousing.

Sweat-Pig Extraordinaire Bud Orton v Kevin Shea -
BG East's Wrestleshack 6
It's not just the physiology of a penile reflex to lubrication, though. Just the sight of sweat dripping off a wrestler's nose or chin makes me light headed. There's a deep, homoerotic masculinity about a sweat-soaked body engaged in combat. When the hair is plastered to the scalp, wringing with sweat, when beads are dripping off the brow like a leaky faucet, the wrestler becomes even more an object of primal, sexualized strength and domination than he was before. The smell of fresh sweat, still clinging to the body, is like vintage wine, stimulating all the senses at once.

Rio Garza v sweat-soaked Chris Bruce - BG East's Undagear 17
I'm a fan of sweat-soaked gear, as well. The gear that allows you to trace the path of moisture pouring from the pores is extra goodness. Peeling off sweaty gear is even more erotic. The hollow sound of heavy, soaked gear slapping against skin or smacking the mat is over the top arousing for me.

Lickable Denny Cartier v Mikey Vee - BG East's Mat Hunks 8
And, as I've mentioned before, in addition to a visual, tactile, olfactory and auditory arousal associated with sweat, there are some prize homoerotic wrestlers bodies that, when coated in a sheen of sweat, I find myself desperately fantasizing about licking. I'd like to see more licking in my homoerotic wrestling. The primal sensuality of tasting your opponent's body, the pairing of domination and caressing as your tongue slides across the salty surface of a hunk's muscles, is powerfully thrilling.

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