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I'm a gay man with an active imagination.

A Real Gem

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Astute readers (or even not-so-astute) will have picked up on the fact that I’ve developed somewhat of a crush on BG East battler, Denny Cartier. I have a fondness for 5’5″, 155 pound grapplers with smooth moves, dimpled chins, and tats (indeed, he’s not the first).

He has seriously filled out since his debut with BGE against Jonny Firestorm. But even in that debut, a little smaller, less defined and less meticulously groomed, Denny caught my eye. There’s something “real” about his appearance and presentation that makes me imagine that I could run into him at the grocery store someday.
On that note, I swear (swear, swear, swear) I sat across from Denny’s little brother on the bus today. I have no idea if Denny has a little brother, much less if he lives in this part of the world and rides public transportation. But this dramatically dimple-chinned, curly dark-haired, irrepressible 5-o’clock shadow at 8 in the morning, early 20’s-something kid was absolutely dipped out of the same gene pool as the lovely gem, Denny.
Back to my imagining of the “real men of BGE” (there’s a product in there somewhere, and when they produce it, I should absolutely get a mention in the credits… and a free copy). Denny has a realness about him that makes him fundamentally believable and that much sexier for it. Not that I think he’s always selling at 100% (though I do think he’s a superb salesman). But I can’t help but believe that he’s a real joe with some wrestling legits who’s making some supplemental income (not to mention fans) by learning the ropes in the world of homoerotic pro of various genres. I could totally see myself running into him in the produce section of the grocery store, buying a head of lettuce right next to me dressed in sweats and trainers. Of course, in my mind’s eye, Denny gives me an appraising nod, checking me out. He strikes up an innocent, yet all the more flirtatious for its innocence, conversation. We end up at his place, furniture cleared to the walls, and he ties me up in knots… repeatedly, because regardless of his less than stellar record in BGE, on his turf in the real world, he’s a savvy, lightning fast bundle of dominating muscle. Finally we’re exhausted, entirely aroused, and 100% in sync.

Oh, and he cooks me dinner afterward.

Bodies Over Time

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I’m seeing another Chris Bruce match in the newest pre-release teasers from BG East Arena. Chris appears to be facing off next with sweat soaked stunner Alexi Adamov. Before someone asks, it’s only up in the Arena at this time, so if you don’t subscribe, you’ll have to wait a little longer to see what I’m talking about. Chris is a classic study in bodies over time, I think. His face remains square-jawed and handsome, and his body has grown into multiple new delights with maturity.

The first match I saw of Chris’ was his Hard Pros bout with Flyboy. It’s not the most entertaining match, and Chris doesn’t quite pull of the prerequisite for the genre (at least not convincingly). He does, however, get an unlikely and unusual victory over Flyboy, stripping his hard opponent and posing overtop of him.
There’s something a little demure about hugely muscled Chris, throughout his career. Unlike his bout with Flyboy, Chris is by far most frequently a solid jobber. He’s a punching bag and object of humiliation for a roster of eager punks who best the by-the-book boytoy.
He made a “comeback” of sorts against Cole Cassidy in Demolition 10. Cole’s atomic wedgie on Chris is worth the price of this entire DVD for my money. A classic heel like Cole opening up an arsenal of humiliation on the bigger, bulkier, more mature muscles of Chris is a classic contest.
My recent purchase of Backyard Brawls 6 illustrates the storyline that bodies over time seem to track if they last long enough. Young stud, Denny Cartier, shows up and essentially pokes Chris with a stick while the elder statesman of the mats is trying to mediate. Words are exchanged. The phrase, “old man” is batted about. And an eager, outdoor battle of youth and muscle vs. experience and muscle is had.
Chris isn’t always the most creative or skilled in his wrestling prowess. He doesn’t always quite hold his own in the battle of banter. But with age, he’s learned to leverage his massive muscles and sheer bulk, squeezing and overpowering many of the young bucks who think he’s easy pickings. As for me, I’ll take experience and muscle or youth and muscle and be equally satisfied at the end of the day. Given a shot a young Denny or mature Chris, I’d be hard pressed to say which one I’d prefer to pound on. Chris scores for that astonishingly round ass, but Denny’s ink is a major turn on for this kinkster. I say it’s a win-win, regardless.

Au Natural

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Here’s something I haven’t really thought a lot about until now. Furry butts.

I’ve met plenty of furry butts, mind you. I’ve appreciated all the furry butts I’ve met. But when I turn to the professional displayers of bare butts in my porn, I’m hard pressed to think of even one of them with some natural fuzz left on their cheeks.
British actor Danny Young is proudly showing off his hirsute hind-end and the rest of his hot little body in the UK gay rag, Attitude. I know not all men are blessed with attractively distributed body hair, and seriously, that’s just fine with me. But the standard that asses should be smooth as… well, babies’ bottoms is unfortunate, I think. When they are, that’s great. When they aren’t, that should be great as well.
Sweet, sweet Danny illustrates the abundant joys of hot, well-groomed body hair all over. Like Squarehippies, I do love darkly hairy forearms and a carpet from clavicle to crotch. Danny’s hairy, muscled torso pictured ready for a fight in the ring is fantastically erotic for every kink that tweaks me.
But back to butts… this all makes me think about an old standard from Can-Am that I own. I purchased California Muscleboy Oil Wrestling way, way back when, in no small part due to an intense attraction for curly haired Roman god, Antonio Silva. The bodies are beautiful throughout this little piece, though the wrestling seems more like a practice session in selling: little convincing action but the boys grimace and groan like they’re passing a stone. Any-hoo, Antonio appears twice in the collection, sporting a blessedly brief speedo over his astonishingly round muscle butt. Invariably and quickly, his trunks get wedgied. And clear as day we’re treated to the display of a strip of Antonio’s darkly furry behind. Thing is, most of his body, including his cheeks, have been waxed. It’s only a narrow line of abundant fur right around his crack that’s been spared, perhaps presuming that the non-naked action would never reveal where the waxing ends. It still makes me laugh and scratch my head a little. One way or the other, smooth or hairy, I’m all on board. But conspicuous and incomplete grooming looks just a little silly.
So my tastes do span a range. One doesn’t have to be a Mr. America contestant to float my boat. One certainly doesn’t need to be waxed from chin to anklebone, by any means. In fact, I think the more variety, the better. All the furry butts and smooth butts and brown butts and white butts and tight butts and bubble butts… I’m in favor of them all, proudly and generously displayed for our edification and appreciation.

To Worship or Not to Worship?

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I’m coming up for air after a whirlwind weekend. It was good and exhausting. Of course, now the work week begins. So I have the stamina only for a brief posting to ponder.

Truitt Fields. What’s his story? I know that there are readers that can and hopefully will tell me. I get a conservative Christian hit off off him that makes me wary. In which case, I’m not always clear what’s the ethical thing to do. Do you worship a worship-worthy musclegod if he’s a hater?
Not that I know that Truitt is. Of course, in my imagination he’s at the very least bi-curious with a kink for getting covered in honey and having me lick it off every inch of his stunning body. So perhaps I don’t want to know what and who he is in real life. It’ll never measure up to the pleasures I can imagine for him.

Re-Subscribing

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I subscribed to Naked Kombat when they had just a handful of matches up. It was definitely entertaining, but the limited library left me feeling like my porn budget might be better spent elsewhere. Now that Rusty Stevens is riding high as my champion favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, I decided to re-up with NK to take a look at Rusty’s body…. of work there.

Their library is a lot deeper these days, and so I’m endlessly entertained with touring through the pages of matches. Rusty appears in four NK matches. His most recent appears to be from last November 18, in which Rusty destroys Tommy Defendi in body, mind and spirit.
Rusty spends a whole lot of this match sitting on Tommy’s face and chest, and I don’t get tired of it from start to finish. Rusty plays Tommy’s body like a church organist, using his hands and feet to pump, stroke and pound every vulnerable inch. The final “sex” round works for me in a way that surprises me just a little. It’s over the top. It sticks to the script. But it really, really works for me. Rusty riding Tommy on all fours like a horse is captivating. But the moment that Rusty rips off his condom and wraps his sweat soaked legs around Tommy’s neck while both of them stroke themselves to the point of exhaustion (Rusty barking instructions the entire time)… that moment is sweet, sweet wrestling kink.

Down (Under) with Padding

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I literally have my hands full today, so this will have to be short and, hopefully sweet. Here’s apparently the first still from the upcoming movie, Thor.

I’m not sure if I’d have chosen this particular picture as the first teaser. Chris Hemsworth looks about 20 years older than he is from this angle. And the suit is… underwhelming me so far. I know that comic-heads get radically agitated about which costumes and styles are authentic to what artist and rendition of comic book heroes. But as for me, my criteria are simple. Show me the Norse god in muscle-hugging tights and bare, superhumanly muscled arms or don’t bother.
You know and I know (and I know you know) that I’ll be watching this flick. But compared to the teaser stills of Prince of Persia, Thor is looking a little doubtful to me so far. No wonder that in my fantasy world where all casting decisions rely on homoerotic wrestling competitions, Chris Hemsworth had to be severely punished and humiliated by Alexander Skarsgård, who he beat out for this part. If Chris is all hair extensions and padded suits, the scandic children of Thor should be majorly offended.

More Prince of Pecs

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This works for me on so many levels. Jake Gyllenhaal’s massively pumped pecs with a fantastic carpet of hair, the rippled abs, the vascularity in the arms, the long hair to yank him around the ring by (yes, Jake shows up in my wrestling fantasies)… This movie could turn out to be crap on a stick, and you know what? I predict I’d still own it the same day it comes out on DVD.
Have I mentioned that got sucked into Prince of Persia, the videogame, for a while? It’s not something I’m proud of. Obsessing over a video game is so junior high. Still, as the main character in the video game gets increasingly stripped of his clothes and more muscularly defined over the course of the story line, it all has an erotic subtext/text that I’m helpless against. That’s exactly how I feel seeing the drool-worthy teaser stills of Jake playing this role. Now, if I could only grab him by the joystick and make him do whatever I want him to do, just like the video game…

Golden Boy

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I’m not sure how this could have happened. How could I blog for nearly a year on all things homoerotic and wrestling, and not have mentioned Steve Shannon?

It was obsessing about asses that made me think of Steve. He’s a blond muscleboy with a devastating musclebutt that was always surefire entertainment for me.
Can-Am worked him into a few productions around 2002 and 2005, including the fantastic line-up of Czech Tag Team 2. Jarda Kolar’s hand planted on Steve’s oiled, naked ass is a cherished image burned into my favorite stills of all time.
Steve’s work with On Top Productions was more satisfying wrestling, though. I think On Top was a little ahead of their time. Their format was more than a little like what Naked Kombat has turned into a profitable franchise more recently, with less reliance on a script and more genuinely hard working bodies slamming and tossing one another around. Where Naked Kombat’s pre-fight interviews are always snarling and contemptuous, On Top’s pre-fight confessionals were usually more gentlemanly. It had more of a feel of an amateur wrestler coming out of the locker room on his way to the mats, than that of an over the top pro ticking off his polished banter.
I’m sticking to my commitment to not overthink posts for the next couple of days, so you’ll forgive me if I don’t have a citation when I say that Steve’s non-wrestling porn has earned more than a little of my cash as well. I cannot stay enthused when a naked woman enters the shot, so I never sampled his bisexual-themed porn. Personally, I think it’s a crying shame that studly Steve wasn’t more prolific in the industry. I’d pay money to see him make a comeback on the mats or in the ring (if he’s still around). As long as he still works up a sweat and he’s in shape enough to go the distance, he’d still be pure gold.

True Anticipation

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Work is a buzz saw for the next few days, so I’m going to try to pace myself on my posts. Small bites. Less phenomenology. More sane time for me. With that in mind, I want to concisely marvel in anticipation at a new promo shot for the third season of True Blood, which will premiere in a couple of months.

I’m still bitter about the completely unnecessary execution of Mehcad Brook’s character at the end of season 2. The promise of new hotties to come is sweet, though. Sweeter still is Alexander Skarsgård looking hotter than ever.
Thank God for Swedes. Thank God for a little less bleach in Alexander’s hair, also. And while we’re at it, thank God for his gorgeous, giant, muscled body, and in particular those rippled, mile-wide shoulders. As if True Blood requires any more fantasizing, I have been unable to resist writing in several of its stars into my celebrity wrestling fiction. Alexander, of course, has made two appearances, showcasing himself as even stronger and more merciless and sadistic than Eric Northman. Stephen Moyer and Sam Trammell tag teamed for a sweet match that garnered little attention from the fans, but it’s one that I actually enjoy quite a lot. Ryan Kwanten required some personal tutelage in the demanding world of homoerotic wrestling in the Producer’s Ring. What can I say? Alan Ball keeps picking the beef that I’ve got a hankering for. Can…. not… wait… until June 13.
Enough for now.

Long Live the King

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The title as my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy has changed hands exactly three times in the past 6 months (call me fickle). First, Mitch Colby lost the title to Derek da Silva. Then in a fierce fought battle, Mitch snatched the title back out of the stunned hands of Derek. Then out of nowhere, Rusty Stevens made a play, overtaking Derek as the top contender, and in short order turned and spanked Mitch’s ass, kicking him to the curb.

I’ve spilled relatively little ink on my reigning champion, so I thought I’d linger a little longer today on marveling at the wonders that are Rusty Stevens. He’s a 6’1″ mass of a man. His body is powerful, aesthetically gorgeous, and deliciously proportioned. He suffers sweetly, and when his opponent’s are on their game, Rusty’s suffering body is jaw dropping to behold. The lip-marks tattooed around his crotch and ass suggest a nice sense of humor, and perhaps Rusty doesn’t take himself too seriously in real life.
But on the mats, Rusty is fierce, fully committed to the moment, and wields his razor sharp wit as ruthlessly as he tortures his opponents’ bodies. Rusty systematically demoralizes his opponents, humiliating them both in word and action. He slaps and claws at cocks and balls. He spanks and squeezes and grinds his opponents from all angles. He’s a big boy who generally outmuscles most of the men I’ve seen him go up against. And he grunts. I absolutely love Rusty’s gutteral, neanderthal grunting. The grunts signal when Rusty is setting aside the razor-wire banter and moving on to head-on physical intimidation. He sounds like he’s tapping into something deep and animal inside of him, and his opponents invariably take notice that they’re dealing with something savagely primal.
Frankly, Rusty isn’t as pretty as Mitch. Between you and me, I find Mitch’s body a shade hotter than the champion. When it comes right down to it, Mitch has the edge when it comes to rounding out the story of domination, where Mitch commands, humiliates, and owns his man, and having decisively proven who’s on top, he can afford to be tender and paternal with his new plaything. But Rusty remains on top of the dais due to his unbeatable mental domination of his opponents. He’s a master chessman on the mats, and his mental quickness and unflinching commitment make him my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy. Long live the king.