Message from John Carter

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

What it Means to Me to Wrestle

My time alone in the house is coming to an end, and I did not get to wrestle.  I was so hoping that I would be able to get someone to come by, strip down, do a little posing, slather on some oil, and wrestle me until their cock was so hard it was pulsating and ready to blow.  But, that did not happen.  Not exactly, anyway.

I did get together with a friend of mine.  A nice looking guy who is a little older than I am.  He works out a lot and would be fun to wrestle but he finds my interest in wrestling amusing, and not in a good way.  I think he feels it's a little immature.  Perhaps too much of a specific fetish.

Well, maybe it is.  I won't try and defend it too much other than to say, and pardon me for quoting Lady Gaga - I was born this way.  Can't help it.  I like sex.  Find guys a turn on.  But I like to wrestle with them first.  That is my fore-play.  I like to feel their strength, to get them in a hot hold, or to be gotten in a hot hold and to experience something about myself that I just can't experience through regular gay sex.

Honestly, here at the cusp of the twenty-first century I feel that I should not have to explain all that to a potential partner.  But I did on Sunday.  My friend wanted to be with me and I liked his body.  No doubt.  But I just don't want to hook up with a guy and go.  I need something more.

The last time I wrestled a guy - it's been a week or so - I experienced something that stays with me for several days afterward.  I'm not talking about the after-glow of sex.  I'm talking about the realization that I've over-come my self-doubt, my fears, and I've actually stripped down and wrestled a guy.  Chest-to-chest.  Hands inter-locked.  Biceps bulging.  Cock erect and throbbing with the desire to try and dominate.  Afterward, I am covered in sweat, sometimes slightly bruised, sometimes pretty worn out, but I always feel like I've done something extraordinary.  I feel like I've over-come every bad day I had as an adolescent.  I feel like I've proven that I am here.  That I exist.  That I now know the boundaries of my own existence.  I know what I can do, and what I cannot do.  And I feel great.

Those are the kinds of feelings that I want all of you guys to experience.  I want you to walk through your day feeling just a little more cocky, just a little more like a bad-ass.  After you've wrestled a guy, and I mean really wrestled, you feel like nobody can give you any shit.  You start eying other guys and instead of checking out their asses, you're thinking to yourself, "Yeah, I could take him.  I could kick his ass."  You're not a redneck.  You're not a jerk looking for a fight.  But you are confident.  Sure of yourself.  And ready.  For whatever the world has to offer.

So, go out there and wrestle...hard!

1 comment:

  1. Hey bro,

    I couldn't agree more. You nailed it.