There is something visceral bit primal about watching two men fucking each other, an act of nature that’s been a part of being human since before recorded history and an act that’s been forbidden since we began writing things down. Seeing such an act evokes different reactions, like disgust and a form of morbid fascination, like watching a bad accident in progress, recognizing the horror of it all, but unable to look away.
Many people watch porn so it isn’t all that unusual to see a man and a woman engaging in sexual congress; seeing owl sex between them is so par for the course that unless something really spectacular is taking place, we see it without really seeing it. Likewise, to see a woman impaling herself upon a large, thick cock taps into the lizard part of our brains, that place where ancient responses reside despite our evolution; the sight excites us, fascinates us, and can even stimulate our imaginations so that we can imagine ourselves in the place of the actors on the screen.
But when the two people on the screen are both obviously male, that gets your attention and, again, can make you look away in disgust or keep your eyes glued to the screen as larger than normal dicks get jerked and sucked… then get inserted into rectums to begin an act that’s been a part of us since our species came to be even though this focus of intercourse is well known for it’s exit-only design and purpose, making it pretty damned obvious that our belief in this is a false one because, yes – and crudely so – if something that big can come out, something that big and bigger can go in.
Even for those of us who have little or no problem watching men do this visceral but primal act can feel that warning touch of our moral imperatives which say that what we are watching shouldn’t be happening and that our only physical response should be nausea and not sexual excitement. We think nothing of watching a man with a nine-inch cock slamming it brutally into a woman’s pussy as his balls slap against her ass cheeks… but when the recipient of that cock has a nine-inch cock as well, that’s just wrong, so totally against the natural order of things or, really and truly, what we want the natural order of things to be.
Some look away from such a scene with perhaps some shame and moral indignation to see two men locked into an embrace that is reserved for men and women only; some can’t stop watching, one part of their mind wondering how the man being fucked can even deal with having his anus and rectum so brutally violated while, in the same instant, another part just instinctively knows the answer to that question even though they wouldn’t ever want to find themselves in that position and situation because it’s just too painful, too inherently nasty in many ways, and just as morally wrong as anything could possibly be.
And then, if watching this wasn’t bad enough, here comes the insemination or, when watching professional actors at work, the famed money shot; the guy doing the fucking and ravaging suddenly and urgently pulls out, rips off the condom he’s wearing – and if he even had one on to begin with – wraps a hand around his swollen member, and strokes it until he issued a torrent of sperm… or whatever he has available. In that moment, even I have shook my head and said, “What a waste…” – and I wonder how many others have thought that exact same thing.
But sometimes on “film” and as in real life, there is no withdrawal, no waste of sperm and seminal fluid and, if you’re lucky and the one doing the fucking stops at the moment of release, you can see insemination taking place, those strong, powerful pulsation that are, in my opinion, oh, so, exciting to see, exciting to do and, yes, exciting to feel taking place within your own body. When you see this happening between a man and a woman, why, it’s just natural for her to be filled to overflowing with sperm, isn’t it, to have her vaginal vault flooded with enough sperm to literally and potentially impregnate every fertile female on the planet and with plenty to spare.
The horror… or, for some, the excitement is to see and know this is happening to another man, once again evoking that visceral but primal feeling as we either think that it’s better that guy than us… or our fertile imaginations making us wonder what it would be like to experience such an immoral defiance of the natural order of things.
Visceral, but primal; the sexual train wreck we don’t want to see but, sometimes, can’t stop watching. The lizard part of our brains knows that despite the morality of this, it’s just what we can do, that such an interaction just isn’t something a man and a woman can do. Most of us wouldn’t blink to see a woman being fucked by another woman in any of her available orifices, would we? But some of us would cringe when the person being fucked is another man, someone who, by mandated role, should be doing the fucking and the imseminating, not the one being on the receiving end…