Single and Singlet Obsessed

Gérard is a 67-year-old man who lives in Toronto, Canada. He was born in a French-Canadian Catholic family near the Windsor-Detroit border, and sent to a boarding school in Ottawa, the nation’s capital, for his high school and university degree in philosophy. Even though he was not into sports, he had to play on the baseball, football and hockey teams of the junior seminary. He would have preferred to watch wrestling matches, and admire men grabbing each other’s balls, cock and ass.

This craving for man-to-man pleasure was obviously a pervert behavior, a sin, even a crime in the 1950s and early 1960s. Gérard never mentioned his sexual orientation to his parents, cousins or school mates. When he started to work as a civil servant for the federal government, his salary enabled him to travel in the United States and attend “special wrestling extravaganzas”. New York and San Francisco offered top notch gay wrestling matches that ended in hot scenes of cock sucking and ass pounding.

What aroused Gérard the most was not the oral or anal sex – though he did not frown upon such fringe benefits –, it was the masculine assets wrapped in tight lycra singlets. What you don’t see directly often remains more enticing. You are free to imagine the cut or uncut trouser snake, the hairy or shaven balls, the smell of a sweaty peachy rump roast, and the perky rosebud begging for tongue in cheek fun.

In 1969, when homosexuality became legal in Canada, some gay groups were first created on the university campus in major cities. They were often meeting places for men seeking sexual partners. The law stipulated that same sex acts were legal only when they were performed by two persons in private. No threesome or orgies. Nos sex in the bushes. When the omnibus bill was presented to the House of Commons, the minister of Justice, Pierre Elliott Trudeau, had argued that “there is no place for the state in the bedrooms of the nation”. A few months later, he became Prime Minister.

Men wrestling, even naked, is not a crime. It’s rather a work of art. A third century before Christ Greek statue features “The Two Wrestlers”. It was lost and reproduced as a Roman marble sculpture now exhibited in the Uffizi collection in Florence. The two figures are in a position now know as a “cross-body ride”. The upper wrestler has his left leg entwined with his opponent’s left leg. Their muscular structure is very defined and exaggerated due to their physical and sustained effort.

Closeted Edwardian author E. M. Forster wrote “The Classical Annexe”, a sexual fantasy based short story on these wrestlers. In it, the statue of an athlete comes to life and displays a strong and very obvious sexual appetite. The story ends with the athlete returning to stone, along with a young man with whom he is “wrestling”. For many years, statues of naked men offered an opportunity for closet gay men to fantasize, and even come as close as they could to a homosexual encounter.

 Back to Gérard and his wrestler’s fetish. He attended matches where the front row was often occupied by men in his age range, all on the edge of their seat to admire a close-up of crotch grabbing moves. He discretely approached them and proposed to organize a special Singlet Extravaganza in a private venue. A coach had no problem to identify a few mid-30s gay wrestlers who ask nothing better to expose their pecs and abs, their bulging crotches, their ass curves, all tightly draped in singlets. 

Each one was interviewed by Gérard who explained that his friends wanted to see a lot of worship kisses and heavy frotting. Pounding a wrapped hard-on on the opponent’s ass was a must. Frotting until a creamy load exploded would result in a bonus reward. The rule also stipulated that Gérard and his fetish friends could join in, one at a time, to encourage wrestlers into virile man-to-man pleasures. That meant that they could kiss, caress, pinch, spank, and squeeze the merchandise.

One of Gérard’s pleasures consists in pissing on the dick, balls and ass of the singlet-clad wrestler. Once wet, the sportswear highlights more prominently the homoerotic curves. He loves to lick the elastic material soaked with his urine and to masturbate until he can squirt his nectar in the face of the wrestlers. On other occasions, when the wrestlers take off their singlet, Gérard plunges his face into the intoxicating sweat of the divine jersey. He inhales the manly scent before kneeling down in front of the two opponents to suck them off and to eat their asses.

Singlet Hall of Fame is the name that Gérard has given to the event that brings together the die-hard of true gay wrestling.