Month: February 2012

Stop and Double-Take

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Eli Black, aka Shutdown, aka Primus, aka Amazing
February is a short month to reign as top homoerotic wrestler, but Eli Black certainly hit the ground running with his recent release for Rock Hard Wrestling, delightfully schooling body beautiful Alexi “Drago-lite” Ivanov in the brutal realities of post-Cold War combat. Eli scolded me a bit for covering some of the same ground as in his interview with Joe, when I asked him about what aspects of his rocking rock hard body he’s most proud of.  Technically, Joe asked Eli about how it was to work for Rock Hard Wrestling (this was prior to BG East’s release of Gut Bash 9), during which Eli took the opportunity to appreciate how RHW makes his “picture-perfect eight-pack abs and that amazing and stunning ass” look so incredible. So my question wasn’t exactly old news, but I wasn’t about to try to correct Eli Black! I’ll leave that to much more accomplished hands (like Jake Jenkins, Morgan “the Mastodon” Cruise, etc.). And God help them when they try…
Jake put Eli’s divinely sculpted 8-pack on display.

In any case, Eli once again sang the praises of his astonishingly hard washboard and his luscious ass. So as the days wind down in February, I want to echo, once again, what I said to Eli. His abs and his ass are also at the top of my list of favorite elements to the stunning fight physique that Eli has crafted.
Morgan tried to tenderize Eli’s cement core.
Why worry about sculpting a zero-fat granite sculpture like Eli’s? Of course, Eli answered that question for us as well. The better to take a beating, in the unlikely event, and bounce right back to be ready to climb into the ring and come back swinging. Eli’s body is clearly devoted to one task, and one task alone: to be as hard and strong as physically possible. So sure, Morgan pounded the living shit out of Eli’s washboard until his anatomy chart core was a deep, throbbing red. I have no doubt in the least that Eli was roaring to climb back into the ring the next morning, ready to take what he’d learned from getting caught by a surprise spear from the Mastodon and incorporate it into Eli’s own brutally dangerous game plan.
Eli’s ass is certainly eye-catching!

 And that ass! “Pow,” indeed! I throw around the term “bubble butt” far too freely around here, I’ll be the first to admit. I like a powerful, round, more than a couple handfuls of gluteus maximus any day. But Eli’s divinely sculpted ass has no resemblance at all to a bubble butt. Like every other inch of his physique, it’s hard, without an ounce of wasted mass. There’s nothing bubbly about Eli, from his tunnel vision focus on victory to his rock hard, lean butt. But unlike some endurance athletes who seem to whittle their glutes down to being flat as a board, Eli’s got the genetics to sport both zero bodyfat and a truly gorgeous, aesthetic, curvaceous, meaty ass! These cheeks could crack walnuts and look oh, so good doing it!

Eli looked primed to fuck up (or just fuck) Russian muscleboy Alexi.

I got the impression from my interview with Eli, and from Joe’s interview before that, that Eli Black is ready to do whatever it takes to get the point across: that he’s the best. His description of what he’s prepared to do if Attila Dynasty ever tries to recapture Eli’s face between Attila’s dangerous thighs (in an as yet unreleased match for BGE) was profoundly moving for me. He’s going to drive his elbow up Attila’s lean, mean ass; then he’ll ambush Dynasty whenever he climbs into the ring against another opponent, in order to beat them both senseless and shove the third man’s fist up Attila’s ass. Good fucking God! Eli Black’s playbook sounds like a combination of the movie Caligula and classic indy pro. Now that is an inspired homoerotic wrestling imagination!

Cannot WAIT to see Jake and Eli’s world class asses hit the mat!
And I suspect I hardly need to point out to anyone the provocative suggestion that Eli made when I asked him about seeing the preview pics of him wrestling a rematch with hunk stud Jake Jenkins in jock straps. When Jake decided to strip down to next to nothing, Eli took it as a personal challenge to follow suit. “I’ll wrestle naked,” Eli stated boldly in our interview, “just like they did it in the beginning of wrestling in Greek times.”  I, for one, am not about to question Eli Black’s sincerity or the strength of his convictions, so I believe him 100% when he says he’s willing to wrestle naked. This, of course, begs the question of when a wrestling promotion is going to put Eli in front of a wrestler who will deliver the full monty challenge that we’re all now holding our breath for?! So many hot, naked wrestlers to choose from, I’m not sure who to recommend. How about dangling raw, fresh meat in front of this raging bull like Tyrell Tomsen or Christian Taylor? Or how about put him in the expert hands of Kid Vicious or Cage Thunder? Primus says he’s ready to battle like the Greeks, and someone needs to take him at his word!
Eli’s got plans, don’t doubt it for a second!
Eli Black has depths that have yet to be plumbed. He’s fierce, brash, potentially reckless, even, so I hope he doesn’t burn out prematurely. If he takes his knocks and sticks it out, I can’t help but believe every word of what Eli predicts for himself. He’ll be running the show (with an iron fist, no doubt) before all is said and done!

Primus

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When Eli Black powered into the title of my homoerotic wrestler of the month on the strength of his appearance last month for Rock Hard Wrestling, followed quickly by his debut match release for BG East, I decided to see if I could track him down for a follow-up interview to his barnburner verbal fencing match (or brawl) with Joe at Ringside at Skull Island. Despite his stated reluctance to grant me this interview, Eli actually seemed pretty open to the idea from the start, and let’s face it, Eli Black loves to talk about Eli Black! Since everything was going my way for this little project, I decided to press my luck and approach the boys at BG East to see if they had any cutting room floor shots of Eli’s match with Morgan Cruise. To my shocked delight, in what I think might be a first ever pre-release of shots from as yet unseen BG East matches, Kid Leopard himself sent me some exclusive, never before published photos of Eli in three yet to be released bouts, with permission to share them here! I get the impression that BG East is thrilled to have this ferociously ambitious tiger by the tail. He kept me on my toes during this interview. He makes some extremely bold predictions for his future success in homoerotic wrestling. And combined with seeing the punishment he can dish out and take, my conversation with Eli has made me that much more infatuated with this fierce, rock hard, seriously dangerous hottie!
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Eli Black – ripped, roaring and ready to conquer the world!

Bard: Thanks for agreeing to talk with me, Eli. I read your interview with Joe over at his blog Ringside at Skull Island and I was feeling a little intimidated. Your conversation with Joe seemed to get a little testy. Are you and he still on speaking terms?

Eli: I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to take this interview, but as far as speaking terms, you’ll see if he ever writes anything bad on me again.

Bard: Well, I’m that much more grateful that you did take this interview! I just watched your debut match with BG East against big bruiser Morgan Cruise. Holy shit, Eli! Your body is ripped to shreds! What’s the secret of staying at that level of conditioning?

Eli competes in MMA as well as as his sights
set on RHW and BGE!

Eli: Ugh!! Morgan Cruise, the hamasta pussy. Let me just say first of all that whole match was bull shit! Cheap shots left and right. I can’t wait till I see him again. Oh my God I… hate!!!… losing!!!! He’s got it coming. But I work hard on my body, with various circuit work outs from speed to power to stimulate my muscle, to be primed and ready to take beatings in case I end up taking a b.s. beating like this match was. My recovery that way is rapid and gets me back in the ring ready for more, unlike the rest of the out of shape pussies who are cheap pieces of shit.

Bard: Well your fitness is incredible, and the work you’re doing in the gym is phenomenal to see in the ring! So speaking of your match with Morgan, it certainly looks to me like you’re toying with the big kid in the opening moments. He’s flat-footed, slow, and I get the impression that you could put him on his back in a split second. With your MMA background, do you find it hard not to open up a can of full-contact whoop-ass in the world of pro wrestling?

Eli: [laughing] Yeah, I definitely can’t help myself but go. Whether I’m toying with someone or in a grudge match, I’m really good at finding a weakness in my opponents. And in Morgan’s case I could kick and strike him all day long, but once he speared me, he caught me way off guard, which was unusual for me. But I’m more than positive when it’s me and him again, he’s done! But yeah, I definitely toyed with him in the beginning. I mean there’s no one out there with my skills, so why be scared?

The Mastodon drives Eli into the
corner

Bard: I have no trouble believing that for an instant! I’ve noticed that Morgan has been calling himself “The Mastodon” in his bid to be the next big, bad heel at BG East. Other than him being hairy and, compared with you, slow, I’m not really sure his nickname really says a lot about him. Now that you’ve seen him up close, what nickname would you pick for him?

Eli: Like I said earlier, “masta pussy!” Even so, I wouldn’t even say that he’s huge! He’s not insanely strong. He’s nothing special. I am just gonna say “No Name,” because I don’t have time to waste on giving that cheap ass a nickname. Next time I see his ugly ass, I’ll make sure to cover his face up with his own underwear, with a sign on his back sayin, “Eli Black: I don’t want that!,” because of how horribly I’m going to destroy him! Other than that, his nickname is just plain stupid, and if I were his reflection in the mirror I’d laugh in his face!

Bard: I know a whole army of your fans who would line up to see you do all of that! What’s a good nickname that your fans should call you?

Eli: Hmmm, I like to think I “shutt” down my opponents, so it’s only fair to say Eli “the Shutdown” Black. What ya think about that? Amazing? Yeah, I know. I can be known as that too!

Bard: Both options sound excellent to me! So Eli “the Shutdown” Black, I hope you don’t mind if I ask another question about your body, because it’s quite a favorite topic of mine lately. With a body as amazing as yours, I can imagine it might be hard to decide, but what part of your body are you proudest of?

Eli: Hmmm, well in my other interview I did have a similar question, and since then, other than me getting even tighter and harder than before, it’s still an out of the park easy answer: my picture perfected 8-pack (sculpted by the gods themselves), and my ass that will make anyone stop and double-take more than once. And once again, I give it all to God for giving me this cement block for me to be sculpted the way I am.

Bard: Your 8-pack and your ass top my list of favorite parts of your body as well! I’m also a big fan of body art, so I love your tats. The colorful tat down your ribcage quickly caught my eye. It looks fierce, but I can’t make out what it says. Any special significance to that or any of your other tats?

Number one, the highest ranking, aka the best

Eli: Well, the one on my ribs says “primus,” meaning number one, or the highest ranking, aka the best. The one on my thigh is the outline of the best wrestling state in the world, PA. And the one behind my arm says faith, but if you look closer you’ll see behind it in red is a Chinese reading of the saying “blood, sweat, and tears,” representing what I do and believe in. And on my back, you have my Pitt panther.

Bard: Awesome art, and very cool to see how each piece speaks to your passions and strengths. I think “Primus” could easily be another excellent nickname for you. So when I mentioned to Kid Leopard at BG East that you’d agreed to do this interview, he graciously sent me some exclusive, advanced preview pics of a few matches that you’ve wrestled for BG East that have yet to be released. First, let me say that you look incredible in every shot! Second, I’m immediately drawn to the evidence that BG East gave you a second shot at evening the score with Jake Jenkins after he defeated you over at RHW. What was it like facing Jake for the second time?

In a cage, in the ring, on the mat… Eli “Primus” Black is a triple threat!

Eli: Hmm, I guess Primus would be a good one. You can take credit for that and start it for me, why don’t ya? And yeah, Kid Lep is probably one of the only straight forward wrestlers I’ve met so far. But yes, for all my fans, I got another crack at Jake, and when I say it was once again a match of the year, I left no room for disappointment. You’ll all be out your seats when you see how I do this time around! You ask anyone at BG. I fought everyone to get that rematch with li’l Jake. He tried to get out of the rematch, but like I said, only if you’re lucky! And I mean if you’re lucky enough to beat me, you’ll regret it, because I will get you again, and when you see this match when it’s released you’ll see what I do the 2nd time around.

Down to jocks, Eli is determined to exact revenge
all over Jake’s hot muscled body.
Bard: Cannot wait! The shots Kid Leopard sent look like you’re on the mats, and you start in singlets, but at some point you’re both down to jock straps. Good God, man, that’s a hot set-up!
That ass will command a double-take any day!

Eli: Yeah, he was scared to step in the ring with me again, so I said, “Hey, you have a wrestling back ground like me (just not as successful [laughing]), so let’s get on the mats. While we’re out there, I guess he thought he had a better body than me, and decided to take his singlet down, and I instantly complied by pulling mine down. I’ll wrestle naked, just like they did it in the beginning of wrestling in the Greek times.

Eli’s got the noose tightening around Jake’s neck!

Bard: Pure gold, Primus! And it’s further evidence of what you’ve said about your divinely blessed ass! I cannot wait for that release! I also see that you faced off against a couple of the up-and-coming resident pretty boys of BG East. Attila Dynasty has been squeezing the will to fight out of his opponents between those surprisingly devastating legs of his. Any lasting memories of Attila that you have?

Eli’s got something in mind if Attila ever tries this again!
Eli has Attila all tied up.

Eli: Honestly that whole match is a blur, but if that little pussy Attila ever tries to put my face remotely close to his ass again, I will shove my elbow deep in it next time. Then I’ll jump in the middle of one of his matches and beat the shit out them both, and then shove whoever else was in the ring’s hand up his ass!!!!!

Bard: Personally, I’d love to see some serious shit get thrown down at BG East! First, I’ll send you $10 for elbowing Attila up the ass, and second, I’ll send you another $10 for interfering with his next match to fuck him up some more! Damn, I doubt BG East has any idea quite yet just how high you’re ready to climb!

Eli: I will say that BG East is definitely a whole different world of pro wrestling. Full of cheap ass cheaters and pussies who can only win by taking the easy way out with dirty tricks.  Rock Hard is a little more straightforward, less low blows and dirty shit, and they actually like to battle it out to be a true champion. But I’m not going to make excuses. I will overcome it all and be the champ for all wrestling, and I will go in the history books as the best, because I am the best! I train the best. I will beat the best, and I will show every one how to be the best, and what it takes to be…. Eli……… Black!!!

Bard: Hot damn, Eli! You’ve got me convinced and bursting with anticipation of seeing your master plan play out!  Your take on the differences between RHW and BGE is fascinating. I think I remember from your interview with Joe that you didn’t have a very high estimation of the scene at Rock Hard, either. Both venues have dealt you some hard knocks, but it sounds like you see the need for different strategies to accomplish your goal of conquering them both.

Eli: Yeah, Rock Hard has a bunch of two-faced snobs, but they’re not as dirty as the BG East pussies are. But yes, I will conquer it all, and I’m going to drag every one of my opponents behind me with a noose tied around their necks!

Pretty Chace LaChance does some
chiropractic work on Eli

Bard: Well, no one can say that they weren’t warned about you! I noticed there’s a shot of you wrestling Chace LaChance. I think Chace is probably the most ridiculously pretty wrestler you’ve faced. He’s talked some trash about being a boxer, but I just can’t believe a pretty face like his has ever seriously boxed. Please tell me that you left him significantly less pretty after your ring match!

Eli: No comment on him, but he was nothing that would make me think he ever boxed! Threw a punch at a pillow!!! And I would say he’s not gonna be so pretty on your scale when you see him after this match, regardless of the outcome.

Bard: I’ll take that as a promise, and again, I can’t wait to see that match! So despite having faced a whole lot of guys who did not impress you, if you had to pick one of your former opponents as a tag team partner, who would you pick?

Eli: As much as I hate to say it (and you need to understand I HATE it!), it would have to be Jake Jenkins, only because we both are similar in the way we make shit look good. We both do the work, and he’d be the only one I’d give any type of credit to.

Bard: I can’t say enthusiastically enough how I can certainly see how you and Jake make shit look good! I also have to think that the two of you would be a buzz saw through the unlucky ranks of RHW or BG East. So, you’ve been generous with squeezing this interview in, and I really appreciate it. Before I let you go, I’m wondering if you can talk a bit about what it’s like for you to have a growing group of seriously loyal fans who are tearing up the discussion boards singing your praises. You’ve made a huge impression on a lot of us fans in a pretty short time on the scene!

Eli Black makes shit look good!

Eli: I will say, and this will be the nicest thing you’ll ever here me say, that I love my fans. Believe it or not, as long as you like hardcore matches with great footage and moves and me doing what I do, I will always perform! Don’t doubt it. Keep talking me up. It makes me just wanna push harder!!!! And I have no limits!!!

Bard: That’s a challenge that I and a whole bunch of Eli “Primus” Black fans will be happy to accept! Win, lose or draw, there are a bunch of us crazy for more, and I suspect once we see that jockstrap match with Jake, you’re going to be getting more buzz than you can imagine! We’ll be happy to keep doing our part, as long as you’re keeping up your hot work and working that gorgeous ass of yours! Thanks so much for your time, and I hope we can talk again as you keep tearing up the wrestling scene!

Eli: Thank you. It was a better time than the last one. Just look forward to seeing me push harder and harder! I will never let you down.

Bard: Awesome!

Ring Thug to Beardaddy

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I’ve been working like crazy, and it’s been keeping me from posting lately. I have had half an eye on homoerotic wrestling, however. There’s pretty much always a running commentary in my mind on homoerotic wrestling, which I typically just transcribe here for you to dip your foot into the stream of my consciousness. So I always have lots to say, even if I don’t have the time to get it on the page. With a little time carved out of my work day this morning, I want to register a comment about an event that grabbed my attention a few days ago.

Brendan Cage – 6′, 200 pounds

Brendan Cage is wrestling for Thunder’s Arena! This news is about equally as titillating to me as the news that Cameron Mathews is back in front of the Thunder’s camera. I thought Cameron was getting a little overexposed a few months ago. Absence, it always seems, makes the heart grow fonder, and I’m just now reminded what a hot, hilarious, highly skilled wrestler Cam is, and what a world class ass he has!

Brendan is looking HOT!

But seeing a brunette Brendan show up in Florida caught me a little by surprise for how excited it made me.  I’ve appreciated what I’ve seen of him at Can-Am over the past year or so.  He’s got a look for pro wrestling, I think. He’s beautifully built, with thick, powerful legs and a hot, round bubble butt. There’s something a little hypnotic about his nipples. I wouldn’t describe his face as pretty, but damn he’s handsome. He looks mean, like he’s seen some hard times which have taught him that the winner is the one who does whatever it takes to crush the opposition. He’s wrestled some unconventional matches for Can-Am including two 2-on-1 (in the end) squashes and a Pro Tagteam Sex Battle partnering with former homoerotic wrestler of the month Aryx Quinn in defeating twinky Jake Lyons and ripped babyface and also former homoerotic wrestler of the month, Landon Mycles.  Brendan in trunks, kneepads and pro boots strikes an extremely provocative chord in me!

Beardaddy looking for a cub?

Like a game of Go Fish, the homoerotic wrestling companies switch up their players a lot, often not for the better in my opinion. Occasionally, though, in a different pair of hands, wrestlers deliver something fantastically new and exciting (think Jake Jenkins, Austin Cooper, Z-Man, etc.). I think Brendan is made for the ring, but Thunder’s has done some awfully exciting things in bringing Brendan over to their mats in Florida.

Cub looking for a Beardaddy?

That hairy chest is turning me on!!! In Brendan’s first match with Thunder’s, Cam also looks like he’s a little distracted by those sweet, clawable hairy pecs and those hypnotic nipples.

Cam looks like he’s appreciating what Brendan is packing.

I’m also attracted to Brendan a lot more without the bleach blond hair. In fact, with just a hint of salt-and-pepper sprinkled in, he’s working that budding beardaddy fantasy I mentioned recently. My record is solid when it comes to appreciating youth and beauty, but when beauty is paired with just a little maturity, I’m often helplessly caught in its gravitational pull. When youth and beauty are paired with maturity and beauty, such as perpetual babyface and body beautiful Cam side-by-side with hairy chested, salt-and-pepper muscledaddy Brendan, I’m at full attention!

Brendan sizes up the competition.
It’s hard to keep your hands off Cam’s sexy body!
I haven’t seen the match yet, so my impressions come from only the pics from ThundersTV. But the stills suggest that Thunder’s is letting these two hunks play to their strong suits. Both of them seem to me to have a sharp sense of humor and a total willingness to throw themselves headlong into the homoerotic deep end of the pool. Some of the shots of the match certainly look like Cam is happy to let Brendan give his smooth, ripped (damn, he’s looking more amazing than ever!) body some hands-on appreciation.
Cam checks out Brendan’s poorly concealed weapon.
As I mentioned, Cam looks like he’s almost as fascinated with Brendan’s muscle body as I am.  Still-frames can be deceiving, of course, but there are several shots in which it looks like Cam can’t take his eyes off of Brendan’s bulging, perfectly outlined package.
Brendan pumps out push ups with Cam latched on.
Brendan in position to dominate
It looks to me like neither wrestler is reluctant to enjoy some highly suggestive riding time. With beardaddy Brendan pinning Cam to his stomach, arching his back slightly and looking for the world like he’s ready to plow Cam’s world class ass, my growing infatuation with Brendan is stroked that much harder.
Cam gloats over an early advantage over Brendan
There’s also evidence that there’s plenty of wrestling. Cam has got to have some of the longest credits to his name in the homoerotic wrestling business, and there’s something about his work with Thunder’s that brings out his extremely sexy sense of humor in a way that’s possibly even sexier than his work with more homo-oriented productions. I expect to see skilled storytelling and impressive and entertaining wrestling when Cam takes the mat.
Cam looks like he’s in expert hands.

Even though Brendan isn’t in boots, kneepads, or a ring, he looks like he’s mixing it up quite nicely with Cam on the mat.  My imagination is fired up in a whole new way, and although I don’t expect to see any explicit victory fucks at Thunder’s the way we’ve seen Brendan at Can-Am, this could be every bit, if not even more erotic, for my homoerotic wrestling tastes. I’ll let you know once I’ve seen him in motion.

This is art!

A Dish Best Served Cold

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Tyrell’s handsome face smiles sinisterly as he drags
Z-Man by his perfectly coiffed hair to the ring.

I’ve just started to spend some quality time with Wrestle Revenge, the new release from BG East starring a truly astounding threesome of Z-Man, Tyrell Tomsen, and Dev Michaels.  It’s one story that extends across two match-ups. I love a through-story, so I’m thrilled at the overall narrative. Z-Man is up to his old tricks, trying to ice off his next opponent, Tyrell, by making him wait for Z to complete his pre-match grooming ritual in the bathroom. Whatever effect Z-Man expected his mind games to have, they do nothing other than send Tyrell into a fiercely dangerous rage. Z doesn’t get two inches through the bathroom door before he’s been punched, trampled, face-to-crotch head scissored to submission, and then dragged to the ring by his oh-so pretty head of hair.

Tyrell nearly picks Z-Man off his feet by nothing but his balls!

I count Tyrell among my guilty pleasures. “Guilty,” because he’s got more enthusiasm than he has actual skill in selling a homoerotic wrestling romp. It’s not his wrestling that I really find fault with. He hits his marks and looks nothing short of superheroic every step of the way. But his cocky banter sort of wanders, a little non-sensical and not quite always contributing to pushing the story forward. His dialogue often comes across a little forced to me. Like he knows he’s supposed to be snarling and verbally humiliating, but it’s a skill he hasn’t really mastered yet. However, he’s nothing short of a “pleasure” because when he’s in the shape he’s in for Wrestle Revenge, he’s just about the most beautiful thing on the planet! He repeatedly calls Z-Man “pretty boy,” which is completely on the mark. Z-Man’s mind-blowing fitness and silky smooth, rippled body makes my mouth and eyes water, he’s so over the top pretty. But for me (and I’m not trying to speak for anyone else), standing next to Tyrell, Z-Man fades into the background (I know, some Z fans are already furiously typing rebuttals). Tyrell reminds me of the bodies that I coveted as a teenager as I obsessed over every bulge and crevice of the bodybuilders in the magazines I secretly hoarded. His fluorescent yellow underwear/trunks accentuate his fantastic, hard, round ass and the outline of the head of his cock and huge balls dangle in his pouch hypnotically. His massive shoulders, his huge, veiny arms, his astonishingly separated pecs, his washboard abs, his smooth, powerful, lickable thighs… Good God this man is a stunning specimen of the very best of what turns me on and attracts me most in a hard bodied hunk. And his puppy dog eyes just make me melt.

Z-Man rises to the occasion to make muscle stud Tyrell suffer in a gorgeous
piece of homoerotic wrestling sculpture.

As Z-Man has proven every step of his journey through BG East, although ridiculously pretty and groomed within an inch of his life, he’s not a fucker to be underestimated! He makes big, gorgeous Tyrell pay with sweat and tears for turning his back on Z-Man. If anything can make me tear my eyes away from Tyrell’s magnetic ass, it’s the amazing pairing of both of these wrestler’s packages displayed so revealingly in their gear. Maybe we’ve seen the precise sketch of Z’s cock outlined so perfectly in these trunks before, but it’s a revelation to me. When his package isn’t getting clawed and bashed by Tyrell, it’s bouncing and swinging like a piñata (which explains Tyrell’s reaction to it). When Zack bridges high in an aesthetically perfect leg lock and double arm bar combo indicative of the best that BG East is bringing out of him, his perky cock looks like a flag pole planted at the summit of a truly stunningly muscled physique.

Tyrell shoves every inch of his beautiful body in
Z-Man’s humiliated face.

But there’s just nothing quite so climactic for me as seeing Z-Man at Tyrell’s mercy, his face stuck humiliatingly between his opponent’s luscious legs and the head of Tyrell’s cock pointing like an arrow at Z’s lips. Yes, yes, yes, yes… YES!

Dev defends Z-Man’s honor and decides he needs a bite
of that dish called revenge!

When I can gather myself to push play on the second match, I’m thrilled (THRILLED) to discover that Dev Michaels is seriously pissed off at the nasty bashing Tyrell dished out all over Z-Man’s playgirl body.  I’d heard the rumor that it was Z that brought Dev with him to BG East, and it certainly seems like big, bruiser, hairy chested Dev takes Z-Man’s pounding personally. The back story that beardaddy Dev feels compelled to take it upon himself to exact revenge for smooth, devastatingly prettypretty Z is a fantastically hot, erotic backstory! Fresh off his bagging and tagging poor Z-Man, however, Tyrell is unrepentant and feeling invincible.  He talks every inch as big a game as he did when he was smothering Z-Man’s face between his thighs. Big, nasty Dev, however, is not Z-Man.

Dev ties muscle stud Tyrell up in exquisite knots.

Here’s the “revenge” in this two act play. There’s almost no one I’d rather watch pick apart and exploit Tyrell’s perfectly muscled physique than Dev. Dev inspires big beardaddy fantasies I, quite honestly, didn’t even know I had. But no doubt about it: I have them, and they star Dev’s monster quads, unbelievably huge hairy pecs, and the buckets of sweat that Dev wrings out of his own body when he’s working really really hard (which as far as I can tell is ALWAYS)!

Tyrell tastes humiliation.

Dev manages to dish out the most humiliating punishment that comes straight out of Tyrell’s playbook in his victory over Dev’s boytoy buddy Z.  While personally I think having my face smashed into Dev’s sweaty crotch and my head squeezed until I scream would be a ride I’d pay double for, Tyrell doesn’t seem to enjoy the experience nearly as much.

Dev works every inch of Tyrell’s sculpted body.

As I’ve mentioned when commenting (often) on Joshua Goodman’s package (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!), when you’ve got the heft that Tyrell has swinging between his thighs, you might want to be careful about taking a wrestling match to the level of cock abuse. For the repeated, nasty, often completely unnecessary fixation Tyrell had on punishing Z’s dangling baubles, beardaddy Dev uses those massive paws of his to dig in deep and claw the fuck out of Tyrell in a truly gorgeous work of art that technically would be called a single leg crab, but trust me, that does not begin to describe the exquisite sculpture that this is. Sweat streams off of Dev’s brow. The veins in his arms flair to the surface as he flexes. His hairy body is glistening as he sits mercilessly down across Tyrell’s impossibly narrow lower back. And the black adonis has nowhere to go but down!

Dev OWNS muscle stud Tyrell!

Again, I feel the need to say that this DVD does not contain the height of consistently and technically thrilling pro wrestling. It’s not bad, mind you, but when I’ve got a serious case of wrestle lust that only hot slamming, beautifully told pro/fantasy homoerotic wrestling can deliver, this may or may not satisfy that itch every time. But for three perfectly cast fantasy bodies telling a hot, homoerotic through-story and hitting some sweet marks and showing off each other’s world class bodies and sending my imagination exploding like fireworks as I marvel at the true wonders that are their beautifully, perfectly, uniquely sculpted fantasy physiques, I’ll but delighted to indulge in my guilty pleasures over and over again.

Wrestling Romance – Valentines Day Winners

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Skip Vance & Christian Taylor – Sexy Showdown 6: Sexier

With 57% of the vote, Skip Vance and Christian Taylor spanked the shit out of the competition in the neverland poll to crown a Mr. & Mr. Valentines Day Wrestling Couple! I strongly suspect a couple of contributing factors to this absolute romp in the outcome.

Skip watches the agony he’s inflicting contort his lover’s face.

1) My mention that Skip has acknowledged on his Facebook page that he and Christian have been real life lovers for over 6 years definitely pulled at quite a few heart strings.  Kid Leopard himself participated in the poll, commenting that despite having a front row seat to all of the very worthy nominees and finding them all fantastically hot and inspiring, his heart would permit him to vote for no one but the lean, sultry, sexy combination of Skip and Christian.

Who hasn’t imagined delivering a pile driver on their
boyfriend at one time or another?

2) It has to be said that Skip’s self-promotion on Facebook could have easily contributed to the crushing victory that he and his beau delivered over all of the other nominees. Others may think of this as a little under-the-table manipulation of the voting process. I, however, think that exploiting your social networks to influence homoerotic wrestling polls is nothing short of brilliant! I’ve seen both Skip and Christian stoop to much more nefarious means to gain the upper hand in a wrestling match, and I’ve loved every single nasty short cut along the way. It is fantasy/pro/homoerotic wrestling, after all!

Skip applies the wedgie and a sharp, cracking slap across
Christian’s ass

I wish there was something more tangible that I could award to these two sweethearts, other than the proverbial crowns as Mr. and Mr. Valentines Day Wrestling Couple. Both of these lovely boys have fantastically hot wrestling resumes. Christian has appeared in 11 matches for BG East (including a self-titled twinks fest), and he’s currently starring opposite muscle stud and rising stock Jake Jenkins in Wet and Wild 6.

Christian grabs his opponent/lover’s hair and shoves Skip’s face
into his crotch, with a crotch class thrown in for kicks.

Skip has put that hot, hard body of his on the line in 9 matches to date for BG East, including some matches that frequently recur in my viewing line up like Masked Mayhem 8 and a truly breathtaking battering he took from the professor himself, Jonny Firestorm, in Submissions 8: Lessons from A to Z. And like his beau, Skip is a headliner in the current BG East catalog, grabbing quite a bit more than a handful of the massive bulge of gorgeous rookie Dylon Roberts in Crotch Crushers 2.

Christian likes the feel of Skip in a front face lock.

I have to wonder what it’s like to be such prolific homoerotic wrestlers and maintain a primary relationship with one another. Do they get to watch each other’s matches live? If so, do they find that the hot grinding and pounding and making out with third parties turn up the heat in their own wrestling and love making sessions at home? Is it ever a cause for jealousy to have Angelo Blanco’s tongue down your throat or Mike Martin’s hand squeezing your ass (or cock)? Come to think of it, Mike Martin has made both Skip and Christian seriously hot and horny. Good God, I hope that taping was topped off with a 3-way bedroom battle followed by passionate love making all around.

Christian watches helplessly as his lover is trapped in the ropes and
brutalized by ripped meanie, Tyler Reeves

And finally, this brings me back to another recurring them: the tag team partner lovers. I’ve got this recurring, haunting fantasy of another lovers tag team face off, and Skip and Christian seem like perfect stars. Now we’ve seen these two team up twice for Rock Hard Wrestling (as Jeff Hollister and Chris Cox) against the muscle hunk team of Tyler Reeves & Max Powers, and then double-teaming pec-a-licious Cody Nelson as payback for his beating up of both Christian and Skip in singles competition, but RHW stays this side of explicitly erotic as a rule, referring to the boys as “buddies.”  My fantasy, I’m thinking, would need to be produced by BG East to really get the full-on spirit of the story. Preferably, they should wrestle (in the ring) against another pair of lovers, and the sweatier and nastier the action, the more turned on the teams get. Can’t you picture Christian straddling some poor, lucky bastard who’s just screamed a gasping submission, quickly followed by Skip diving into the ring and stroking his lover’s hot body and planting celebratory kisses on him while the loser has to watch from his back beneath them? Or, let’s face it with Skip’s record, the entirely possible scenario of poor Skip getting crushed (so, so sweetly), as their opponent’s celebrate amorously while Christian cradles his lover’s dazed head in his hands and defends him valiantly from further abuse.

Christian spares nothing in nearly ripping his boyfriend’s
head off!

In any case, I don’t think the readers could have done any better than award a crushing, overwhelming, blow out victory for the homoerotic wrestling couple who totally redeem Valentines Day for me: Skip Vance and Christian Taylor!

Christian Taylor and Skip Vance: Mr. and Mr. Valentines Day Wrestling Couple

Wrestling Romance

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Valentines Day typically leaves me cold.  Rampant, conspicuous displays of heterosexual romance get on my nerves. But I feel like reclaiming the day for myself this year. One of my fondest devices in homoerotic wrestling is the tender turn after a seriously nasty, bitter battle. When the winner claims his prize and both wrestlers are as enthusiastic about carnal delights as corporal punishment, I’m seriously sold.  Thumbing through the file cabinet in my head (augmented by the search function in my favorite homoerotic wrestling sites), I’m coming up with a sadly short list of my top tender moments in homoerotic wrestling. It’s a satisfying jaunt down memory lane, however. So for this month’s reader’s poll, let me just ask you: which romantic wrestling pair should be crowned Mr. and Mr. Valentines Day Wrestling Couple of 2012?

Art Imitating Life: Christian Taylor and Skip Vance

Skip Vance and Christian Taylor get the pole position in this race to the climax, because Skip has let it be known through his Facebook page that he and Christian are, in real life, long-time lovers. This sent me (and at least one reader I’ve heard from) scurrying back to their ferocious mat room battle in Sexy Showdown 6: Sexier to reconsider the nasty humiliation and pain that these two hot, hard, lean grapplers pour out onto each other before settling in for some naked, sweaty, tender tongue wrestling. These boys get more hot and bothered the meaner the action turns, making me picture infinite homoerotic wrestling scenarios in the Taylor/Vance household. These two sweat soaked boys with their crotches grinding and their lips hovering over each other could totally redeem Valentines Day for me. How about you?

Teasing Done: Rafael Valmor and Blaine Janus

I have no idea what Rafael Valmor and Blaine Janus’ relationship is off the mat, but on the mat in Undagear 18, it was mind-blowing. Other things blew for me as well, and in no small part it was due to the gorgeous tension that Rafael builds by adamantly refusing to let Blaine kiss him throughout their increasingly amorous mat battle. You can just about see Blaine’s balls turn blue inside his tight red trunks as he wrings another sweat-soaked submission out of the Latin lover and leans in to taste victory, only to be shoved away as the brown-eyed boy refuses to give it away for free. Butts get squeezed with rising passion. The submissions get uglier. And once Blaine is just finally wasted with sexy Rafael stretched out on top of him, the curly haired adonis slaps on that priceless kiss on nobody’s but his own terms. Now that’s a love story worthy of Shakespeare! And it’s also an entirely convincing option for Rafael and Blaine to be the 2012 Mr. and Mr. Valentines Day Wrestling Couple.

Sure Thing: Marc Rion and Mitch Colby

On a completely different end of the spectrum (at least when it comes to bodies), I’m also strongly drawn to the outrageously hot sexual tension that rages like a wildfire from the first second Mitch Colby  steps onto the mat with one-hit-wonder Marc Rion as the climax (and I mean climax!) of Mitch’s Wrestler Spotlight.  Holy shit, their bodies are both off the charts, and I don’t care how good of actors they are, there’s some genuine lust slapped down all over their naked bodies! They’re so hot for one another, in fact, that the wrestling is nearly tossed out the window, which would be a cardinal sin in my book. Happily, they manage to get some hot, dominating wrestling in on top of other cardinal sins, earning my profound pleasure and a competitive bid to be poster boys for my Valentines Day redux.

Just can’t hide it: Jared Curzon and Gabriel Ross
Boy toy Gabriel Ross also sometimes dances just this side of forgetting the wrestling in my wrestling fare. But he and Jared Curzon strike such a heart-melting scene in their Motel Madness UK 5 tussle! Again, they’re raging hot for one another from go, and they’re so fucking adorable as to be nearly too sweet to swallow. Get a load of Jared’s luscious ass and monster cock, however, and you’ll reconsider any reluctance to swallow that you might have had. The back and forth between passionate embrace and bearhug makes my heart (and other parts of my anatomy) pound, and I would have no trouble seeing them as the redeeming Valentine’s Day for homoerotic wrestling fans.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered: Sean Patrick and Bud Orton
It’s hard to make a list of wrestling matches with over the top sexual tension turned tender without seeing Sean Patrick show up at least once. The infamous “Kisser” of classic BG East days, Sean slapped his lips on his opponents’ time after time, clearly turned on by the intimacy of domination wrestling. Pretty much anything on Sean’s wrestling resume could qualify, but I think this shot of him from Sexy Showdown 4 making out with always amorous Bud Orton while simultaneously locking him up tight in an ass-up, body contorting, completely humiliating spladle seems like it could be the iconic image of the erotic component of homoerotic wrestling. Oh yeah, sweat pours off of them like Niagra falls and the wrestling is fucking fierce! How do you feel about Sean and Bud being Mr. and Mr. Valentine around here?
Three’s Company: Shane McCall, Brooklyn Bodywrecker
and Liam Ryan
Another image that I’ve remarked on many times on this blog is the victory celebration with tag team partners Shane McCall and Brooklyn Bodywrecker sucking face in Tag Team Torture 2 while one half of the losing team, sexy little Liam Ryan, sucks on Shane’s cock through his trunks. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times, this story has GOT to be repeated, because there’s just nothing sexier than tag team partners/lovers battling for domination and getting more and more aroused as they pick to pieces and utterly humiliate their losing opponents (who are also lovers)! And eroticism in the ring is at least 20 times hotter than it is anywhere else, as far as I’m concerned! Maybe it’s not fair, but this pic proves the delightful possibility that the hottest homoerotic wrestling couple could easily be a threesome (or more)!  Shane, BBW and Liam get my nod as connecting all the dots between tender loving and hard slamming homoerotic wrestling.

Masks and Melting: The Enforcer and Blueboy

Again in the ring, the stunning image from Masked Mayhem 4 of Blueboy making big, bad bruiser Enforcer melt in the corner as he nibbles on his lips and prominent chin turns… me… ON! Two gorgeous bodies, masked in mystery and coated in sweat are a formula for arousing wrestling. But with Blueboy toying with the big heel’s nipple and leaning in close, crotch to crotch and tasting the hunky heel’s mouth, I’m totally turned into a blubbering romantic fool. Maybe Mr. and Mr. Valentines Day Wrestling Couple 2012 are hot, horny masked men?
Hurt So Good: Cruze/Jose and Patrick/Sean

Like I said, it’s hard not to have at least one Sean Patrick match on a list like this, and so here’s a second (with another recurring nominee).  I think of this as another iconic image in homoerotic wrestling from Tag Team Torture 1, with Jose and Cruze heaping agony and humiliation onto Sean and Patrick Donovan in the closing moments of their incredibly sexy victory. Stripped naked, locked into mirror image camel clutches and forced to kiss in the middle of the ring, Patrick and Sean prove that the erotic heat doesn’t have to come from opposite sides of the confrontation. Perhaps this is the most iconic image of homoerotic wrestling passion, and the winning “couple” is, in this case, a foursome of hot, horny, hung hunks with bodies locked together in gorgeous symmetry and power and complete domination.

So who do you think should get the nod? You only get one vote. Of course, these are only the nominees that came to my mind. You may have another set of favorites to suggest. So vote in the right margin, and if you select “other,” then name your wrestling picks for who should be Mr. and Mr. Valentines Day Wrestling Couple 2012.

Mac’s Best Side

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Mac Matthias, 6’0″, 202 pounds
I’m enjoying the new release Pros in Private 9 from BG East, in no small part to a new-to-me discovery of Mac Matthias.  His gorgeous blond curls and hot, lightly hairy body have caught my attention before, but I haven’t taken the Mac plunge before now. He’s 6’0, 202 pounds of mischievous, powerful, fully committed pro wrestler that seriously entertained me in his ring face-off with equally (but differently) beautiful Exavier.  I love the premise for this match, that there’s nothing more suspenseful than when two equally matched muscle hunks with nearly identical dirty-playbooks meet one another with egos hanging out in the ring.

Mac’s stunning ass fills the foreground!
I swear I’ve bookmarked it before, but I was completely unprepared for how awestruck I’d be at the sight of Mac’s luscious ass squeezed so improbably inside his at-least-2-sizes-too-small shiny red trunks!  The whole match is a feast for muscle hunk lovers. Exavier bulges in all the right places, and would any night of the week make drool involuntarily escape from my gaping mouth were I to catch sight of him out at a club. However even Exavier’s tall dark and handsome hotness somehow fades into the background whenever the camera pans around to Mac Matthias’ breathtaking backside!

Happily for me,
Mac’s trunks never had a chance of covering those glutes!
I feel like I need to apologize to both Mac and Exavier for how completely distracted I kept getting from their otherwise extremely entertaining pro match. They both work every inch of the ring, as well as floor space in the BG East ring room I don’t ever recall seeing before, with hot, sweaty intensity. They’re both so unselfconscious I almost instantly find myself forgetting that there must have been a cameraman in the ring room with them capturing this hot, hot action. But all Mac had to do was just turn his back to the camera, and I lost track of time just a bit, enthralled and a little light-headed at the sight of those sculpted glutes.
Even Mac’s side-glute makes my jaw drop!

Both Mac and Exavier have a roguish, almost clownishness about them that take me back to very fond memories of over the top personalities climbing into the ring and filling up my imagination as I watched pro wrestling as a kid 30 years ago.  They tell a story. They mug for the camera (oh, right, somebody had to be holding that camera that Mac delights so in monologuing for!). They both sell nearly equal parts of dangerous short cutter and every inch likable muscle jock. They make me laugh, gasp, and wince as the down and dirty action unfolds, and then… I catch sight of those gorgeous globes not nearly contained inside Mac’s trunks. From every angle, this is one astonishingly pleasing ass!

This position seems hard to explain, but then my eyes rest
on Mac’s ass and…

Mac sweats, making the shiny sheen of his trunks blend in with the soaked muscles of his otherwise naked body. I know I’m repeating myself when I say it, but there are always new neverland readers who may not have heard my ode to the eroticism of a hunky, sweaty wrestler. Sweat brings such a tactile experience to the visual stimulation of watching a powerful body like Mac’s flex and strut and pound and preen. And speaking of tactilely arousing, if Mac’s ass cheeks weren’t made for squeezing long and deep, nothing in this world ever was!

Even spread-eagled with a bulging crotch, it’s the base of his ass cheeks
making my heart pound harder.

There’s geography that Mac’s trunks fail to cover that I never saw from my fondest fantasy pro wrestlers from the 80’s. Between the two of them, Exavier and Mac show one another’s bulges off with a generosity of spirit that brings a tear to my eye. But even when Mac’s bulging crotch nearly pokes me in my tear-filled eye, it’s the beauty of even the barest bottom of those butt cheeks that holds me riveted in place.

There’s no reason on God’s green earth that a man can’t
appreciate his own, hot ass, Mac!

Near the end of this fantastically entertaining match, Mac is dripping with sweat; his exquisitely inadequate trunks are wedged high up his hot round cheeks; he’s in sole possession of the mirror, and completely understandably, he nearly breaks his neck posing with his back to the mirror in order to take in the sight that I’ve been so entranced by for the past 20 minutes. “Why can’t a man appreciate his own butt? That’s all I can say,” Mac mutters to himself, proving there is (and should be) no impediment to his appreciating such a fine, fine specimen of manly beauty. Now, I’m feeling a need to rediscover Mac’s back catalog to stare at his backside for many more matches!

A Handful or Two

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Gino Liota kicks off his match with Joshua Goodman
I’m just now starting to have time to reflect on parts of the amazing Catalog 91 from BG East. These new releases demonstrate that BGE’s bench is astonishingly deep and thick with talent! Having seen some of the matches now, I feel like I have to pace myself. Too much hotness is overloading and dehydrating me! Even trying to decide where to begin created a nearly paralyzing dilemma for me. But I decided when in doubt, go with a sure bet to turn me on: Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!!!).

Gino is like a pit bull latched onto Mr. J’s dangling participles
Mr. Joshua is back on the mats against a lightweight personal trainer and humorless ex-military bundle of equal portions bark and bite who goes by the name of Gino Liotta. Gino is a powerful little package of domineering, snarling, condescending macho attitude that belies his relatively petite frame. One might be left wondering within the first few minutes of this match how, outweighed 30 pounds and staring up at least 4 inches of height difference at Mr. Joshua’s chiseled chin, Gino can be so completely dismissive of Mr. J and so entirely self-confident in his own destiny to dominate. That question was answered for me once Gino strips down to his underwear. I’m not surprised in the least that a man packing that much meat between his legs thinks of himself as nothing less than the most virile top before which otherwise bigger men should quake.

Joshua’s body is built for 2 things: dominating and being adored.
Mr. Joshua rates himself as bigger and thicker than he’s ever been before, which are two adjectives that never fail to pop into my head when Joshua comes to mind. As a crotch-crushing themed match, there’s more than abundant attention paid to both wrestler’s packages, and Mr. J’s package is nothing if not the stuff of legend (Ken Canada will back me up on that assessment). But I want to give credit to everything else about Mr. Joshua, because it too often gets overshadowed by that riveting bulge in his trunks. Mr. J is incredibly fit, incredibly toned, and proportioned like a Greek god.  Whether bigger than ever or not, he maintains an astonishing level of fitness that suggests that he most certainly does not count on his pendulous package to do all the impressing. He’s a muscle stud, and his gorgeously sculpted legs, perpetual six-pack abs, broad powerful chest and bulging shoulders and arms are nothing short of phenomenal. He’s also a handsome, cocky bastard as well, with a beautiful, expressive face and gorgeous, dark brown eyes and a mouth someone, SOMEONE has got to plant a kiss on someday once Mr. J and his python are conquered.
Gino is determined to conquer Mr. J’s legendary python.
The wrestling (which is, after all, what really drives my erotic tastes) is deeply satisfying, in no small part because Gino zeroes in on precisely what I can’t take my eyes off of whenever Mr. J is in front of me: his massive pride and joy. Even in matches where Mr. J’s crotch takes a beating, there’s often some excruciating foreplay as opponents only belatedly go for the gold when Mr. J’s strength, fitness, and (let’s face it) fuzzy grasp of good sportsmanship drive them to it. Gino is not a foreplay sort of guy (which can be a problem, but in this case, it’s fucking hot!). Mr. J doesn’t even know he’s about to get dragged by his hair into the mat room when Gino is already crushing his balls underfoot as Joshua sits at the chest press. The newbie personal trainer is clearly not a man for subtlety. And I, for one, seriously appreciate his initiative when coming face to face with Mr. Joshua and his bulging, oversized, swollen… ego.

Two astonishingly massive handfuls!
Let it not be said that Joshua Goodman cannot rise to the challenge when an opponent takes his biggest strength and, arguably, most tempting vulnerability in hand. He’s nothing short of shocked by the seemingly unprovoked assault by the drill sergeant, which costs him precious, exquisitely suffered agony for quite a while once he’s been tossed unceremoniously on his face into the mat room. But Mr. J is unquestionably stronger than Gino. He’s got a height advantage, a reach advantage, and although Gino is clearly coming with some no-holds-barred hand-to-hand combat experience under his belt, Mr. J knows the BG East mat room and the lengths that it requires of a wrestler, with what has to be one of the longest, if not the longest, wrestling resumes in the business. Even while showing his own crushed balls the loving attention they’re accustomed to, Mr. J grabs a second handful of Gino’s super sized handle and makes his forearms flex beautifully as he tortures the personal trainers testicles in sweet revenge.
Mr. J isn’t shy about taking his fate into his own hands

Frankly, I think of Joshua as someone who’s warmed up to really milking cock and ball torture only lately in his long career. Sure, some nasty low blows have long been in his repertoire. He’s not been shy about grinding his elbow into a vulnerable crotch when he’s got an opponent draped across his thigh in a completely exposing over the knee backbreaker (which he treats petite Gino to in this match as well). But with so many opponents lately targeting his mountainous package with such complete disrespect and brutality, Mr. J is now giving ever bit as cruelly as he gets. There are moments in this match when I swear I think he’s about to rip Gino’s balls off, after which I fully expect him to shove them down Gino’s throat for the vicious indignities which the rookie has inflicted upon him. With a match record as long as Mr. J’s, fans might expect to see less and less new from the battle hardened veteran. But Mr. Joshua is nothing if not more dangerous, more vicious, more willing to dig down deep into the depths of his bag of dirty tricks (not to mention digging into his overstuffed trunks), and that’s paired with awesome feats of strength and a constantly growing talent for executing holds that maximize the humiliation and treat us all to the delights of fantsyman homoerotic wrestling beauty.

Mr. J is always packing heat!

Some things, of course, never change. Mr. Joshua is entranced by his own image in the mirror. His estimation of his strength and beauty lack any humility or self-deprecation, to say the least. He is a stunning sight to see, maintaining his physique with what must be obsessive devotion. And always, always, always, his pride and joy and most prominent feature enters a room several seconds before the rest of him.  Crotch Crushers 2 dishes up everything I depend on Mr. Joshua to do to keep me aroused and entertained, and more than a handful more!

Lingering

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Speaking of coverboys, did you catch who’s the current Randy Blue coverboy and feature model these days? A very helpful reader (thanks, Jeff!) pointed out to me that it’s none other than last month’s homoerotic wrestler of the month, Rex Braddock (aka, Rex).

For RandyB, he’s stripping and stroking as Jaxton Wheeler. His bio is a curious ode to his skill at manscaping. I’m all for Rex/Jaxton’s personal grooming, but I don’t know if that’s where I really begin with being turned on by him. “There’s something about his impeccable manscaping that drives us wild,” RandyB gushes about Jaxton/Rex almost from the start. Eventually, the description mentions his massive chest, his nipples, his “meaty paw” gliding up and down his “beautifully erect cock” before squeezing the “round globes of his perfect bubble butt” and then playing with his hole.

Moments like this bring into sharper focus for me how my erotic tastes differ from mainstream gay porn. It’s not that I disagree with any particular point of the text about my recent homoerotic wrestler of the month. It’s just that the literary eye lingers in all the “wrong” places (read: not where my eye lingers, no condemnation implied). No mention of his tree trunk thighs which could squeeze the consciousness out of some lucky punks head in an eternal head scissors. No mention is his sculpted arms, built for milking a side headlock like juicing an orange. And sure, that’s one “beautifully erect cock,” but it’s just meat if it isn’t slapping an opponent’s face in a humiliating schoolboy pin or poised and lubed for a post-match victory celebration.

Rex’s gorgeous body is for dominating in the ring!

Actually, I’m not trying to run down RandyB. I subscribed there for a while, sucked in by the allure of Chris Rockway and Reese Rideout’s full-fuck pro wrestling fantasy send-up. I think of it as great quality porn that manages to sell some personality along with the standard gay porn fare (which I tend to assess as lacking in any personality). But I didn’t linger long, despite RandyB sending me pleas to sign back up again, ad nausea. What RandyB didn’t do for me, other than a good portion of Chris Rockway and Reese Rideout’s one-off, was tweak my particular kink for wrestling.

Marc Merino won’t soon forget Rex’s crushing thighs.

I’m no expert, but there’s just something about where the eye lingers, where my fantasy anticipates and fills in the gaps in what plays out in front of me when I’m watching erotic content, that diverges along different paths with gay mainstream porn. The drama, the gear, the ring, the aggressiveness, the suspense, the sweat, the domination and humiliation… erotic material that isn’t wrestling oriented still often turns me on, but it typically doesn’t satisfy me for long. Lots of my friends are infatuated with a close up of a big, hard cock pounding an ass, usually filmed from some dizzying perspective with the camera on the floor, straddled by the actors legs hovering overhead. That, in and of itself, is the height of eroticism for some. Or the contextless cum shot. Or the sound of a groan with one gorgeous guy deep throating another. Again, in and of themselves these elements are all just fine with me. But they aren’t “it” for me.

Rex shows muscle hunk Marc what all those muscles are for.

More power to Rex/Jaxton for making a living and hopefully getting paid handsomely for his stunningly handsome face (those eyes! how can a lustful description of this man not eventually mention those eyes!?) and hot as hell hunky body. Now, get him back in the ring, body slamming an opponent naked, and expertly applying a sleeper just long enough for the poor loser to pump out a submission shot of cum before getting knocked out cold. Then, and only then, do I want to start waxing poetic about his expert skills with a razor.

Exquisite manscaping, Rex!

Hotter Than I Can Imagine

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Yesterday something momentous happened. This is something that just doesn’t happen often. It played out like this… I posted yesterday on Kid Karisma’s report back to me that Austin Cooper was not the sore loser whose ego just couldn’t tolerate getting owned by Kid K. Apparently, there’s still some as yet unreleased match between Kid K and an opponent who walks away seriously pissed. Most of the time, Kid K assures us, once he’s dominated a lucky hunk in the ring, there are no hard feelings. Typically, roughed up egos are soothed with Kid’s classic concoction of karisma and commitment to bacchanalian delights. They all go out partying together once club gear replaces boots, kneepads and trunks. As is the norm, Kid Karisma revealed yesterday, Austin was out partying with Kid K soon enough after their recently released ring match for Austin’s Wrestler Spotlight DVD.
Kid Karisma can read my mind
As is my way, this sent my imagination into overdrive, picturing these two ripped, gorgeous, hot as hell young hunks tearing up the dance floor side-by-side.  With hatchets buried, Kid Karisma and Austin Cooper hitting the clubs and shaking their respective world class asses together was instantly an image that possessed my imagination with an iron grip.  Then, as if reading my mind, I received this pic from Kid K:
Kid and Coop on the dance floor before the party begins

Turns out, Kid K and Austin beat my imagination to the punch. This is apparently a shot of the two of them early on in an evening out clubbing, studying themselves in a wall of mirrors. It doesn’t look like there are many fellow-partyers yet there, but ohmygod what lucky, lucky (luckyluckylucky) bastards were those who walked onto the dance floor that night to see the sculpted physiques of Kid Karisma and Austin Cooper doing my 3rd most favorite thing to do with hard, hot bodies like theirs!

In my imagination yesterday, I had suggested that the only thing that could make that scene any hotter was to throw Jake Jenkins into the mix to form a perfect storm of blond, red-headed, and brunette hunkiness that would surely bring fellow partiers to their knees.  A short time later, I received this little treasure guaranteed to drive me insane:

Now the party can really begin!!!

I do believe in a god, because the karismatic one answered a prayer that I hadn’t even dared to voice out loud. I suppose that may make this threesome the holy trinity, but I’m going to stop the religious analogies there before I get complaints from the devout fringe who may read this blog. I may be too old and not nearly pretty enough to get in the door of any club that might be the setting to see this truly awe-inspiring scene of gorgeous bodies, but having one prayer answered already, my next prayer is to see something like this in person before I die. The smiles on their glassy-eyed faces are making me melt as I see superimposed overtop of them the picture of Austin pounding the shit out of Jake in their jockstrap BGE debut Ripped Rookies… and Kid Karisma tying Jake’s spine like a bow around the ring post in their No Mercy Hunkbash… and what I can only imagine will be a feast for the eyes to watch Kid K and Austin’s new release for Austin’s Wrestler Spotlight (which I’ll be enjoying soon!).

Crowning a New Champion: Kid Karisma

The answer to prayers (or the reading of my mind) by Kid Karisma and his camera isn’t actually the momentous event that I mentioned to start this post. Following up on a fantastically hot, candid, provocative interview to start 2012, the stunning beauty of Kid K and Austin’s match in still frame, and these behind the scenes shots of three of the most gorgeous young homoerotic wrestlers in action today, something even more momentous happened: Kid Karisma knocked Lon Dumont out of the spot of my favorite homoerotic wrestler (non-pornboy)! Lon has absolutely owned that title for ages, and I’m still awfully devoted to him as he remains top contender to retake the title, but without a Lon release in Catalog 91 and with Kid K fulfilling my fantasies before I even have them, there’s just no doubt about it. There’s a fiery, no shit, hardbodied, blue-eyed, freckle-faced, red-headed rugby player turned homoerotic wrestler in undisputed ownership of the title of my favorite homoerotic wrestler (non-pornboy division): Kid Karisma.