I recently mentioned BG’s Fantasy Oil Wrestling 4 to a friend. When he hadn’t heard of it, I searched for my review of the match here on the blog, and to my genuine shock, I didn’t find anything. I still half-expect that there is a post buried somewhere in the past 16 years of blogging, because, honestly, Fantasy Oil Wrestling 4 features pretty high up there on my list of all-time favorites. If I’m stuck on a dessert island with only a handful of videos to watch forever, I think it might even be on that short list. In case I have actually managed to somehow never review the scorching hot contest between Talvin Demachio and Rocky, here are a few of my thoughts about why I continually circle back to Fantasy Oil Wrestling 4 these 24 years after it was originally produced.

First of all, Talvin and Rocky are perfection. After the match is over, in one of the hottest, casual, unscripted shower scenes ever, the two of them confess that they both maintain their stunning physical fitness on a steady diet of Burger King and McDonalds, which I believe only goes to show how winning the genetic lottery and being young and active can overcome a whole shitload of poor choices (for a while). This is one of those cases where both wrestlers absolutely enthrall me in equal measure. Rocky is taller and leaner by a fraction, but they’re both gorgeously muscled babyfaces. Interestingly, in that post-match shower scene, the conversation reveals that Rocky is as infatuated with Talvin as I am, begging to be Talvin’s boyfriend. “We’d have such great sex, and I’d let you be on top the whole time!” This comment will not surprise you after you’ve seen what Talvin’s packing.

You wouldn’t necessarily know how ready Rocky is to settle down from the super sexy and intense wrestling match that just had, though. You might guess that both guys are down with just how sexy this is going to get based on the slow, comprehensive oil down they give each other before the action starts. Honestly, it’s 20 minutes of the hour and eight minute video, and there’s not a wasted second to the intensely intimate application of baby oil across both bodies. Rocky is already hard well before Talvin finally spares a little baby oil for Rocky’s cock. And holy hell, Talvin’s white briefs turn totally transparent after Rocky pours practically an entire bottle of baby oil all over him, and Talvin’s huge, thick cock is trying it’s best to slither right out of those briefs as Rocky slicks up absolutely every inch of him. It’s been years since I watched this for the first time, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t make it past the oiling scene on my first pass before needing to take a break and re-hydrate.

It looks like it could be a mismatch when the boys get on their knees and start to wrestle. Rocky’s reach and size advantage seem like they could button up Talvin’s thick, sculpted, compactly muscled body. There’s about half a minute of testing each other where Rocky sports a shit-eating grin like this is all going to be a walk in the park. And then Talvin tackles him to his back, takes a side headlock, and makes him hurt just enough to wipe that shit-eating grin off. I don’t know what sort of wrestling backgrounds these two had, but in under a minute, Talvin’s got Rocky spladled and choked, and suddenly Rocky just doesn’t look so big.

The recipe of competitive and erotic elements approaches perfection for my tastes. The boys are groping and grinding, giving each other wedgies in order to get their hands on those magnificently sculpted glutes. But then one of them will suddenly get serious and overcome the challenge of being overly lubricated to lock on a punishing hold that makes his opponent whimper and writhe. Talvin milks the fuck out of magnificent face-to-crotch headscissors, and while, sure, I don’t think Rocky is entirely hating it, Talvin fucking CRANKS on the lucky fucker’s skull hard. Rocky’s body scissors manage to suck the momentum right out of Talvin, though, flexing Rocky’s gorgeously thick thighs and rubbing in the domination in with some cocky alligator rolls.

The most seriously suspenseful battle is all happening inside Rocky’s head, though. All scrappy Talvin has to do is slide his oil slicked body onto Rocky’s back and grind his cock against Rocky’s crack, and Rocky just loses it. At one point, when the briefs are still on, Rocky has been fucking fiercely holding off Talvin’s offense, until the moment Talvin mounts his ass, wraps a huge bicep across Rocky’s throat, and nibbles on Rocky’s ear. Holy shit, you can pretty much just watch Rocky melt into a pool of baby oil and body fluids.

Rocky is forcibly separated from this gray briefs about 36 minutes in, and holy shit, see all my comments above about physical perfection. Less than 2 minutes later, Rocky returns the favor, and what was already a sensationally erotic battle for top turns that much more sensual. The wrestling turns meaner once they’re naked, until about 15 minutes after they’ve both lost their briefs, one hungry but frustrated hunk taps out with a mouthful of delicious cock and his left arm about to get ripped out of his shoulder joint in a viciously brutal hammerlock.

This match is just absolute alchemy as far as I’m concerned. Someone should do a forensic analysis on the exact doses of competitive wrestling and erotic passion, the beautifully paced back and forth battle to dominate, and the precise proportions of foreplay, frenzied wrestling action, and stunningly endearing unscripted chatter in the post-match shower.

For those counting, before all is said and done, there’s a lot of dick whipping and forced cock sucking, passionate humping and grinding that I completely buy, before the winner claims his prize and fucks his opponent’s gorgeous ass 4 different ways. I’m less about their fucking, but I am all about their fuck stakes firing them both up to battle past the impediments of baby oil and a camera and work their gorgeous bodies in a bid to dominant one another for right around 35 minutes of wrestling action.

Can-Am has been selling BG Enterprise matches for a while now, but I can’t find Fantasy Oil Wrestling 4 in their catalog, sadly. A web search pulls up other places purporting to sell all or clips from this classic match, but I seriously recommend enjoying the whole thing if you can find it. This makes me wonder who is keeping an archive of this sensational canon of homoerotic wrestling, where 24 years after filming, a gem like Fantasy Oil Wrestling 4 is considered a rare gem to lay your hands on. And don’t get me started on reactionary politics trying their best to make dystopian Margaret Atwood fiction into a blueprint of repressed sexuality and hypocritical “modesty.” Talvin Demachio and Rocky are fucking beautiful in this one hour and 8 minute capture of them in the prime of their youth, reveling in their bodies, reveling in each other’s bodies, riding the perfect wave of homoerotic wrestling tension into mutual sexual gratification in which everyone is a winner. It’s gorgeous and provocative and something to be celebrated.