Cockfight gay
Why do men cockfight?
Sexfighting is a conflict between two sexual rivals to test which of their bodies is truly better at sex. In a sexfight the rivals go mouth to mouth, ass to ass, and cock to cock to see whose body, and sexual skill, is superior. This isn't necessarily sexual wrestling or naked fighting as the rivals are trying to prove who is better at sex in a battle of sexual skill and sexual endurance. The rivals are not trying to harm the other, unless stated otherwise. In a sexfight, the rivals attempt to outkiss each other, grind their tough cocks together in attempt to force the other cock to ejaculate, finger each others asses as they kiss, grind, and 69 to prove who's surpass at sucking dick, and preform various other sexual battles, such as finger fucking your rival's prostate (depending on fetish and preference). In some matches the rivals will insert into each other's ass a double ended dildo so as to outfuck the other. No matter what sexual acts are engaged in with their rival, in the end, the loser is the the man who lost too many types of sexual acts, the man
Productions at the Webster Conservatory are pretty much always fine, and the one that just opened is about as unfailingly pleasant as any I've seen there in a long time. This is one of the Conservatory's "Capstone" productions, which means it's chosen and directed by a student -- a "thesis production," if you will. Director James Kolditz has chosen a very fine script by British playwright Mike Bartlett and has set together all its aspects quite deftly and artistically.
But what the heck is the play's title? I read advertisements for "The Cockfight Play," and I was expecting blood and feathers. But no, when the lights went up here we were in the middle of rather conventional squabble between two rather conventional gay lovers in a high-toned flat in London. Is this bait-and-switch? C'mon! Gay plays are so common and cockfight plays so rare; I was disappointed.
But very quickly I was drawn into this story and I realized that it is far more than a conventional "gay play." It is in noun a quite courageous probing into the subject of "sexual identity" and the political tension that now
"You will be suckin' my dick when I get thru wit' you, faggot!" Lee shouted across the room. "Yeah whatever, hard-on!" I shot back. How had our friendship come to this I thought to myself? All over a bitch, a noun had come between us was my obvious answer. But allow me fill you in on the set up of this fight between buddies, this war between brothers, or at least a friend who I was close enough with to phone a brother at one time.
We are both 22 years antique and in the prime of our lives. I am adj, 6'2", 185 lb., brown curly hair, brown eyes, trimmed chest hair sitting on a body that could be starring in an infomercial. I also sport an impressive 7.5" cut piece of man-meat that is shaved super smooth (the ladies luv it), and nice tight walnut sized balls(also shaved) that produce up quite an impressive package. My former best friend (soon to be cock/sexfight opponent) Lee, is half African- American, you know that butterscotch complexion that women drool over! He is built like a brick noun and knows it! He should be, we work out together all the time, or DID work out all the ti
Coach Richard Patterson strolled through the college locker room after the basketball practice shaking his head as he walked. The team scattered about the locker room alcoves stripping down and heading for the showers, each player trying to avoid the coach's eyes. It was Hank Collins who felt the coach's eyes on his back as he pulled his jock strap off and secured a towel around his waist before turning around to face his mentor.
"Coach," Hank said with a nod.
Patterson looked Hank in the eye. "So Collins, you really weren't too into practice today, were you?"
Hank looked down at the floor. "I tried coach. Doesn't that count for something?"
"Of course," Patterson said. "Effort is always recognized. It's just, your efforts sucked."
Hank looked up again, his mouth open. "Coach! Come on. I was trying. I'm just a bit distracted."
"Distracted? When you're on my time you're mind is on practice and the game. There is no distraction."
"Coach, I'm sorry. I know I could do better. Give me a break, will ya?"
Coach Patterson's nostrils flared. "Break? You want a break? I think