every friday night the match of the week comes on tv and nothing gives me greater pleasure than to be seated in front of the tube watching it with a few straight mates (all my queer friends detest the game). they all know my proclivities (one friend even offered to go in2 the change rooms after the game to see if any1 was available for casual sex with me in his car) but i myself do wonder how much of my interest in this silly game is really homoerotic and how much is genuine sporting fanaticism? i mean the sight of one muscly fellow upending another muscly fellow is v appealing to the competitive alpha male in me, and i love a good bit of biff too: when it's on it's much better than the wrestling. and why not? but a parallel interest also abides and part of me wants to take this savage beast and through the powerful healing magic of oral sex tame that beast into a little purring pussy. if u could see them in their tight little shorts and short sleeved tops u might know what i mean.