If he were five years older (or I was five years younger), I have no doubt Antonio Sabato, Jr. would get major credit for turning me gay. As it is, he just made me very, very happy to be a gay young adult, when I consumed his gorgeous image as an underwear model, aspiring actor, and it-boy in the early 90’s.
Undeniably, Antonio’s body was (and remains) ridiculously hot. He oozes sex, and I have always been eager to lap up what he’s oozing…. wow, that ended up much more graphic than I intended. Nevertheless…
I kid you not when I say it was always his dimples that were the most erotic thing about Antonio, in my mind. There’s something almost obscene about those dimples. They instantly transform him from smoldering sex stud into the shy, hunky, boy-next-door. Somewhere in the middle, he exists in that priceless place of the smoldering, shy, hunky, sex stud, boy-next-door. Of course, if I had a next door neighbor that looked like that, I’d be much, much closer with my neighbors.
So when Superherofan, God bless him, posted some caps from a recent release featuring Antonio in a loin cloth, I was instantly reliving some pleasant memories of young adulthood, stunned and enraptured with the image of a certain hunky, young Italian.
When I scrolled down to find that Antonio is in a shirtless wrestling match in this flick, holy hell… I sent up some prayers of gratitude for the gifts that Superherofan brings. The image of Antonio’s muscles bulging as he slaps on a sleeper hold are a homoerotic fantasy of mine come true. Of course, in my fantasy, Antonio’s opponent isn’t a tusked alien creature. Photoshop out the alien and insert me, and you’ll have a closer facsimile of my fantasy. Don’t forget in your photoshop work to include my raging erection, as I work to press my hips backward to work up some friction on Antonio’s manhood.
Since this is my fantasy, you’ll have to tolerate my stunning counter, as I drop to my ass and bring Antonio’s chiseled chin crashing hard into the top of my head. Yes, gentlemen, I break out of Antonio’s apparent sleeper finisher, and open up a can of whoop-ass on his pecs, dripping with sweat in the hot sunshine. Antonio finds himself screaming out his submission, but I don’t give him even a moment’s rest before I slap on a new, humiliating hold. Exhausted, on his back, with me mounted across his abdomen and clawing savagely at his thick pecs, you’ll understand, I’m sure, when I tell you that Antonio looks up at me and smiles broadly, flashing those big white teeth and those devastating dimples. Because, dear reader, in my fantasy, Antonio is a total masochistic pain slut, and he loves every minute of his torturous humiliation.
But that’s just me.
Sidelineland 
I have watched Antonio in number of good fight scenes. Have you seen The Base 2 and High Voltage? Some good fights in there worth checking out.