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SUCKCESSPOOL: How The Horny Rat Became A Horny Otter

Suckcesspool dropped in a while ago to over-share about his fondness for wrestling and self-loathing. Now he’s back to share his bear affairs.

I had no idea how hot other men actually found me until my first year in New York City. That year I began dating Xander (yes, Xander), a rugby player 10 years my senior who had an encyclopedic knowledge of queer writers, great taste in 90s music videos, a fuzzy muscular torso and a thick cock. We’d smoke, make out, get naked, then I’d kiss his biceps then lick down his happy trail, my hands kneading his healthy butt while I swallowed his Coke can cock, priming him for a round of flip-fucking. One night after a session that lasted almost six hours, he told me, “You’re a hot little otter.” “What?” I asked, a bit self-conscious about my thin, hair-covered body. I liked otters — only Communists don’t — but I’d never been called one. Little did I know, I had just entered the bear taxonomy.

In 1991 one man jump-started the sex drive of countless homos everywhere: Marky Mark wearing CK undies in those now iconic ads. In one, he had a boyish smile, tousled hair, and devastatingly sculpted body. In the other he wore a backwards baseball cap and an arrogant sneer while grabbing his nuts as if to say, “Suck my dick, bitch.” It wasn’t an invitation, it was a taunt. He knew you wanted his cock, but you suck. If you even tried, Marky Mark and his Funky Bunch would knock your ass out then he’d go back to working out with cinder blocks and fucking in a do-rag. So tough, so butch — just like in his videos.

At age 14 I wanted a physique like Marky Mark’s; but instead I got an adolescent version of my father’s: a gangly 120-pound frame with a hair rash spreading from my belly to my groin, dark wire spirals making sunflowers out of my nipples. My swim coach made me wear an oversized lime green Speedo during meets and in it I looked like The Drowned Rat Boy of India. I always put my towel and shirt on immediately after the races I regularly lost. I liked swimming but positively sucked at it. In fact, I won my first medal for swimming 25 yards in a dress for a fundraiser — I told my dad I won it for the 200-meter freestyle — he didn’t seem to care.

All the other competitors in the locker room had beautiful upperclassmen bodies with muscles straight out of the Speedo catalog. As they slid their boxers over their hips, revealing a small tuft of pubic hair where their abdominals met their groins I hid my boner behind a wet towel, trying not to ogle too obviously — it was the closest I’d ever get to Marky Mark’s body, I thought. Then I’d go dry off near the showers where I could see them rinsing and scrubbing their slender bodies. At home, I imagined them rubbing their hard curved dicks together while kissing and grabbing each other’s asses. SIGH… it made me so fucking hard that my dick wept entire streams of precum, but I never entered these fantasies. Even if all the entire men’s swim team of Taft High School suddenly broke into a shower orgy, who’d wanna make out with the Wet Rat Boy of Istanbul?

I quit swimming sophomore year, got a beer gut in college and in my sister’s wedding photographs I have pancake face and bleached orange hair — definitely not CK or Speedo material. Only when I became a lifeguard my junior year did I start working out, put on some muscle, and started wearing tighter jeans, t-shirts, and a beard — my evolution from rodenthood to full otterdom.

By:           Suckcesspool, a 30-year-old self-proclaimed sex addict with a penchant for drugs, neurosis, and hooking-up with hot men.
On:           Oct 1, 2010
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  • 5 Comments
    • John
      John

      Every time I read this guy’s stuff, I can totally relate. Also? Very good writer. Love it! Keep it coming! (And let me know if you visit Dallas. You sound hot.)

      Oct 1, 2010 at 11:56 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • AdonisOfFire
      AdonisOfFire

      Holy shit, this is hot!

      Oct 2, 2010 at 12:22 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • alan brickman
      alan brickman

      Great writing..and he’s right….hitting a gym and taking care of yourself makes all the difference…..

      Oct 2, 2010 at 9:20 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • REBELComx
      REBELComx

      Ok. first paragraph, totally didn’t help my morning wood at all. LOL. oh yeah and MMmmmmm Marky Mark. I used to get off to that damn music video all the time. still gets me hot. lol

      Oct 3, 2010 at 8:52 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Taylor Siluwé
      Taylor Siluwé

      An awesome read. And “iconic” couldn’t describe that Marky-Mark ad any better. I’m sure it made an entire generation know they were hopelessly gay, and if not already, they’d soon be out and extremely proud about it.

      Oct 3, 2010 at 10:55 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·

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