My Dad isn’t a bad person, really… he just hates the idea of immigrants coming to our country and stealing our jobs and our women.
He probably wouldn’t know why it twitches like that…ĭad wasn’t too happy when Coach Celik was offered a job at my expensive private boys high school. I could never tell coach though – it’s not like he’s a doctor or anything. By the last lap, my smooth trench is dripping with a thin layer of fresh sweat, coating my pink pucker and making it twitch uncontrollably. He says they help my body breathe when I’m running but they seem to just make me sweat more.
Coach makes me run extra laps in just my jock and these synthetic material shorts. I swear I remember where I put it – I came in from practice, last as usual with coach right behind me.
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To him, it’s all a series of big misunderstandings: “…on second thought, I realised that he must have been thinking of his wife and accidentally got so turned on that his giant dong popped right out of his shorts under the desk.” The joke is that he’s having sex with these men without even really realizing that it’s sex. His over the top mental justifications for the sort of things that are happening are meant to be comically ludicrous, when paired with the fact that he’s got a massive penis spurting into his mouth. Similarly, the punchline of the coercive and often unwanted sex that DHJ encounters (the 180 degree opposite of the YAY-SEX! world that Josman cultivated in his art) is not that he’s being taken advantage of, it’s that he’s too naive to know that these things are happening to him deliberately, and not by accident, the way he imagines. In other words: it’s not titillating because a white boy is having sex with a non-white man, it’s titillating because the boy’s father sees that concept with such great disdain. The punchline here isn’t that immigrants are bad, it’s that the father is a broadly-drawn racist who doesn’t like any sort of ‘otherness ’ a caricature designed to make DHJ’s accidental intimacy with these men more naughty and salacious. For example, in the story we’re discussing today, Dumb Horny Jock – Coach, Coach Celik is drawn as a Turkish brute of a muscle man, replete with “biceps as round as grapefruits” and “thick black curly chest hair spilling out the top,” of his polo shirts.Īrguably the most offensive statement we’re given about the coach is that DHJ’s father “doesn’t like immigrants coming and stealing our jobs and our women.” Which isn’t about the coach specifically, at all. There is so much humor and ironic juxtaposition in the presentation that it’s hard to take even potentially offensive lines with any seriousness. The Jock himself is white and repeatedly described as rich or privileged, and while the characters that take advantage of him tend to be working class men of non-white ethnicity, they are not necessarily race fetishized the way one might expect. It’s an interesting choice that the author focuses on race and ethnicity the way he does. Over the course of the series, DHJ’s dad manages to walk in or view the most inopportune moments of his son’s misadventures, but never has any of his own. He well understands how the male body works, however, and manages to accidentally bring every male adult he comes into contact with to explosive orgasm.Įxcept for his racist, ever-disappointed dad, that is. At just 18 years old, DHJ is presented in first person narrative and with a near child-like naivety about sex and his own sexual appeal. This week, we’re back in high school jock territory but with a series that focuses less on camaraderie and more on the accidentally sexual foibles of a dude known only as the titular Dumb Horny Jock. Offsetting it with illustrations by Matt turned out to be a stellar choice, as lots of you confessed to finding those drawings to be big turn-ons. It’s been months since we did a story time post! Last time I shared a story about high school muscle worship and the fraternity that such masculine tenderness breeds.