When I come across a gay sex scene featuring twinks fucking hunks, I have to stop to download and appreciate the wonderful paradox of a little scrawny body ass fucking a strapped and cut muscled stud. There’s something very ‘role-reversal’ about the whole thing, almost like the empowerment of a transsexual in the domination position over a clean dressed gay business man, or the weak kid in gym class fucking the shit out of his dominant jock peers.
Maybe this is an insight into my personal past, when I was the skinny effeminate kid that was always teased as being girly, and even though I knew I was different, I still wanted to be around the cool guys in my class, and secretly hoped one of them would turn out to be hiding a secret as sensual as mine. As an older guy, now I feel a bit nostalgic when it comes to fucking hunks, as my closest partners were always fit and health minded jocks, and despite my attempts to keep up with them by tagging along in the gym, where I actually met several of these stunning guys, I could never seem to put any muscle on my twiggy physique, despite shedding pounds and pounds of sweat. Nothing turned me on more than getting back home from the gym, we’d never bother to shower until we got home, and then fucking hunks in my bathroom with their hands on the sink counter and my red face fervently peering over their strong shoulders as I banged incessantly against their well defined waist lines.
When I look back on it, I guess the true paradox is that a wimpy limp-wristed fruitcake like myself ended up finding most of my lifetime sex partners in a place where athletic prowess and personally fitness are held at a premium.
