Public Exposure: Wrestling Bulges

Poor them, saddled with loving participating in a sport that just happens to involve cheering crowds staring as they roll around on a mat in the tightest singlets and jockstraps. Or sometimes, as evidenced by prominent, angular bulges, no jockstraps or underwear at all.

Now wrestling is a genuine sport and sometimes people who may get friction or adrenaline based erections are feeling zero sexual arousal. This is especially true considering their fight mode is activated and that's pretty darn opposite from a relaxed sexual arousal mode. Though for some folks, they can occur at the same time (I'm talking to you wrestling fetishists).

It's an easy win for me though, as I have no problem if the guy is all riled up and strong and aggressive and I can be the weak one underneath getting tossed around and held down and clutched tight. Because I know it takes the most strength of all to be weak around someone.

So there is obviously a totally prurient element among wrestling onlookers. They are eager to get pictures of that rather non-elusive erection, or a closeup of a singlet-clad sack pressed against muscle ass, or hands placed where the sport demands but in any other context would be slapped away.

I officially know the job I would be the worst at in the world. I'd previously thought it was nuclear waste cleanup crew, because I would not only not show up to my first day on the job. I would move to another planet. Meanwhile I would be incredible as a crabby diner waitress in a beehive with smeared lipstick and smacking bubble gum while I took people's lunch orders and brought them whatever I felt like anyway.

Oh, but what I'd be worst at is wrestling referee because I'd just be masturbating the whole time and nobody would win. Except me.

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