Everybody is somebody’s crush, right? The longer I live and the longer I write about homoerotic wrestling, the more I’m convinced of this. Whoever you are, whatever you’re into, whatever insecurities you carry around about yourself, someone thinks your fucking hot. Sometimes, the attraction might be unilateral. Like, maybe, somebody is way into you, but you aren’t into them. Which is nobody’s fault, and doesn’t have to be a a thing as long as no one needs to make it a thing. Ideally, the attraction is mutual, of course. I think I was raised to think that there are two types: attractive people and unattractive people. But I honestly just don’t believe that at all now. Attraction is subjective and serendipitous. It’s firing all the time, and, while true, sometimes we’re so fixated on one object of lust that we don’t notice who’s fixated on us, there’s an inexplicable alchemy perpetually brewing about who’s into whom.
For example, on the one hand, Dio Characi was openly in lust with Ricky Clayton’s gorgeous muscles in Muscle Worship 1. The attraction was, apparently, not mutual. Ricky was totally infatuated solely with himself, which, honestly, I sort of get. I met this guy at Wrestlefest NYC this year, and holy fuck, the guy is a fucking specimen! But Dio was way into Ricky’s smoking hot bod, and bless him, Dio didn’t bother playing coy about it. And that imbalance, the contrast between Dio’s open lust and Ricky’s oblivious self-obsession is super rich and sexy drama.
In Wrestleshack 36, Dio is in the shack working out, working up a sexy sheen of sweat by himself, when Sean Chen strolls in, instantly eye fucking Dio like a starving man sighting steak (or, in my case, sauteed seitan). “I heard from the guys that you know jiu-jitsu,” Sean says. “You want to show me what you can do?” That, right there, is Sean shooting his shot. It’s a fucking adorably clumsy pick-up line that Dio sees through pretty much immediately. The Brazilian It-Boy sizes sexy Sean up like trying to decide whether to try a tasty appetizer. “You’re not strong, though your body looks like it’s well-built,” Dio announces, a couple of seconds after he’s scored an immediate take down and is riding his admirer in a grapevine. Dio strokes Sean appraisingly, that sexy as fuck, impish smile on his making me swoon. And speaking of swoon, Dio gropes Sean’s meaty pecs and sizes up his admirer’s swelling pouch and announces, “Nice bulge.”
Fuck yes, the attraction is mutual! The chemistry here is just totally different than the vibe when Dio was lusting after Ricky’s muscles. Dio and Sean are into each other, and I fucking love this conquer-and-possess dynamic! It’s a lopsided battle, to be sure. Dio is just bigger, stronger, and demonstrates a lot more in terms of grappling skill. But this is Dio hungry. So, while he’s choking Sean out, he’s also sucking on the boy’s nipples. He makes Sean lick his sweaty pits and biceps, though, honestly, it doesn’t take a ton of coercion. In the past, BGE has gotten a ton of mileage out of Dio jobbing, but I’m officially on the record as saying Dio hungry, dominating, and mean is the sexiest Dio of all, as far as I’m concerned.
This isn’t exactly a squash, though. Sean is a scrappy wrestler who, despite Dio’s earlier taunt, is fucking strong and determined. He takes advantage of the lust that Dio has been telegraphing for Sean’s massive, meaty pecs and makes the Brazilian dizzy with a super-intimate side-headlock cradle. Honestly, I think Dio forgets to fight back, which gives Sean the opening to rip Dio’s trunks off. And talk about swoon, Dio getting dominated in a white thong might be the second sexiest Dio of all.
But turnabout is fair play… or is “all is fair in love and war” a better idiom? Because Dio starts flexing his biceps, putting on a show for Sean, and it’s Sean’s turn to forget that this is a wrestling match. Sweet fuck, Sean dives into sucking Dio’s gorgeous face like Greg Louganis nailing a reverse two-and-a-half somersault pike. Dio feeds the hungry beast by massaging Sean’s ass, shoving his tongue down the boy’s throat, absolutely going for broke seducing the adorable little spitfire muscle boy. And suddenly, Sean’s got a Brazilian hunk on his back, completely at Dio’s mercy in a rear naked choke.
“Flex for me,” Dio demands. He doesn’t have to tell Sean twice. Fuck, just the voice control Dio has over his slack jawed admirer is a fucking kick. He sits on Sean’s face sliding forward and backward, grinding on Sean’s gasping mouth, and it’s not exactly like Sean’s hating every moment of it. He demands that Sean worship him, and he manhandles the hungry boy from one submission hold to the next to demand obedience.
Just by themselves, these two pairs of gorgeous pecs make both of these boys absolute fantasymen. And the grind for domination is about as intoxicating for me as it looks like it is for both Dio and Sean. Dio absolutely does it for Sean, and, as it turns out, conquering and possessing stubborn Sean does it for Dio. And I, in turn, am completely seduced by the both of them mixing this combustible chemistry set for our pleasure.
Sidelineland 
Love the sweaty man bodies in the wrestle shack and both have outstanding looking barefeet. Very interested in the scent of the barefeet and mats.