Scottish Arse


He hasn’t wrestled recently for BG East, but I just found a couple clips under Iain Scott’s name on YouTube that look fairly recent, with some accompanying photos from one of his opponents. BG East’s profile puts Scott at 5’10” and 168 pounds when he wrestled for them, but British Bulldog Wrestling has him at a much more likely 195. He’s still has one massively solid, muscle-bod. In the underground clips, he looks like he may have some gray hairs, but he’s still sporting that major league, bigger-than-your-average-white boy ass that’s really a sight to behold. His BGE matches frequently seemed to end up with various appendages in assorted orifices. His big vs. little squash of Simon Forrester in BritBouts 5 has him with an evil looking goatee and tight red trunks that make him look like he’s smuggling an orange up front. But that butt… that’s the moneymaker. A lot of the homoerotic wrestling boys are either prettier or “uglier” (in that hot way) these days, but Iain was always just one massive hunk of hot with a thrilling sadistic side that nearly always took him from grappling to groping seamlessly. I love me the classics!

These days, it appears that Iain is operating a wrestle shack near London and doing some coaching near Edinburgh (that’s a commute). His Speedo-Wrestlers group has more about what Iain’s up to these days. Clearly, he’s a serious devotee and promoter of gay men wrestling!

So You Married a Porn Star


I haven’t mentioned my fanaticism for Mitch Colby lately, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t been on my mind. He has some recent shots up on his
MySpace page with his “hubby.” The idea of the porn star coming home from a hard day at work to curl up with the partner seems on the surface to be a mood-killer. But the more I sit with that image, the more I like it. Of course, Mitch could crochet doilies and I’d pay cash to watch, but seriously, I hope that the objects of my objectifying gaze have a warm, loving home to be happy in. I sympathize with the critiques of porn as de-humanizing, so it’s a nice corrective to know that the boys of porn have homes, go on vacations, and enjoy time with loved ones. Imagining arguments over who forgot to take out the trash… now that’s a mood-killer. But the happy faces of a porn star and his hubby… that’s hot.

Similarly, I was happy to find a MySpace page for David Taylor, who I’ve mentioned before for his fantastically stunning ink. His eyes are hypnotic, though I confess that it isn’t his eyes that hold my fascination in his match in Can-Am’s Wrestle Bait… it’s his tats (that’s my story… I’m sticking to it). In any case, bi-boy David’s MySpace page features prominently his adoration for his girlfriend. I can’t bring myself to picture David coming home to his girlfriend at the end of a long day of screwing and getting screwed at work, but I’m happy that David has someone, nonetheless.
Ultimately, don’t we all end up wanting someone that we can depend on to love us when we walk in the door each evening? I like knowing that even the porn boys, with their rock hard bods starring in my favorite erotic wrestling fantasies, look forward to coming home to the warm embrace of a loved one.

True Pump


Thank God that
Andy Towle has his eyes peeled for gratuitous photos of Mehcad Brooks shirtless and soaked in sweat. These shots reportedly come from Mehcad’s participation in a celebrity triathalon. So THAT’S what one does to craft a mind-boggling body like that! The profile pic of his pecs just about can’t be believed. Can man meat that massive cause back injuries? Does he need any help showering off, or perhaps a full-body massage to work out the lactic acid from those pumped muscles (or any other bodily fluids)? I’m just here to help…

Maskedheads – Revisited


I’m presently working on a new masked/unmasking match in my
celebrity wrestling fiction. So masks are, once again, on my mind. To get us all in the mood, here’s a whole masked hunks production company cleverly called Maskurbate. Here’s a peek-a-boo site with galleries of 5 of their masked men – very generous clips! The mask-motif seems to be built around the idea that hot guys will show off much more “anonymously” behind a mask than they would unmasked. Personally, I’d just like to see some of these guys wrestling. My vote is for a match in a pro-wrestling ring between their ebony god “Lantis,” and the ABS-olutely smoking farm-boy-looking Patrick. There, that put me in the mood to get back to writing. See you in the ring!

Believing the Promise


I stumbled across the MySpace page for Rock Hard Wrestling announcing an August ’09 launch of this new internet wrestling company featuring A&F looking young models with rock hard bodies and wrestling skills. Omnipresent hottie Zack Jonathan/Vazquez looks like the headliner. A couple of recent BG East wrestlers also look like they’ve signed up. Brody Hancock (who you can see as Reese Wells – naked, hard, and ball-bashed in BG East’s Ball Bash 2), must be a magician, because he has that skinny little frame, but when he flexes his biceps, out of no where, they’re huge!

Ray Martinez is also pictured for RHW (also in BG East’s just published Undagear 15 as Rio Garza, with legs for days, hot and sweaty… you know how much I love that!).

The only action I can find from RHW is this
short clip of Brock squeezing out a submission from a nicely suffering Zack with a figure-four leg lock. Brock’s face looks like he’s 13 years old, but he still manages to sell the fierce victor looking with disgust at the defeated muscle-stud at his feet. And again, he lifts his (what look like) skinny little arms and pow, out pop these massive guns! Perhaps that’s his charm: he looks like an outclassed, skinny kid then – boom – out come the bulging biceps and – pow – he slaps down a vicious finisher. I’d buy that!
I can’t find much else about Rock Hard Wrestling, and August is nearly over with the rockhardwrestling.com link remaining dead. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

What Turned Me Gay (again, not really)


It was a couple of years after
Tarzan the Ape Man came out that I finally saw it. I was a teenager, and I almost couldn’t quite believe that Miles O’Keeffe was real. I thought his face wasn’t well suited to Tarzan. He looked more like a fashion model than the king of the jungle. But that body… the loin cloth… and the scene where he gets bearhugged by the African warrior… what a source of ecstasy! Seeing his nearly naked body getting tossed around like a ragdoll still makes me light-headed. Those incredibly long, muscled legs were entrancing, with the peek-a-boo loin cloth offering an occasional glimpse of bare, beautiful butt cheeks.

It wasn’t until much later I saw the Ator movies, but I was all over the Sword of the Valiant as soon as it came out. What a disappointment… the pageboy haircut and the dumbfounded look on his face throughout the movie was pretty much the opposite of sexy. However, the scene of Miles shirtless, tortured on the rack, surely sowed the seeds of my recessive S&M traits. His acting career never really took off, but those skin shots of Miles O’Keeffe from my early adolescence taught me the vivid lesson of what joy there was to be found in seeing such a strikingly beautiful male form.

Good Grooming


My fixation on pecs is fading, but one last post on the topic that has captured my attention lately. While I don’t support cosmetic surgery, implants, or other artificial means to enforce only one standard of beauty, I am a big supporter of good personal grooming. It doesn’t take a big effort to keep hairy chests tamed. I’m not suggesting that any hair makes for ugly pecs. In fact there are excellent examples of beautifully hairy-chested men. I’ve been contemplating a reality-TV host battle royal in my wrestling fiction, the
Producer’s Ring, to pull Mike Rowe into the story. Hirsute Aussie Hugh Jackman is already a fan favorite in the Ring. My hunch is that both of these hotties groom extensively, yet maintain beautifully hairy chests.

But when all one can see is hair, it’s time to get out the trimmer. Alec Baldwin in his younger days was so handsome, but the only thing visible below the neck was that carpet of hair. You could lose an earring in there if you’re not careful.
Justin Theroux has a fantastic body, and different shots of him show that he sometimes shaves his chest, sometimes not. As long as it doesn’t get in the way of the view of that anatomy-chart of a body, he can do ANYTHING he’d like. Justin has made one appearance in my wrestling fiction, the Producer’s Ring, mostly as an excuse to write up some body worship.
Then again, sometimes an entirely bare chest is a little creepy. It could be that he’s naturally blond and his body hair just isn’t so visible (or he’s still waiting for puberty to finish), but Hunter Parrish’s hairless bod creeps me out just a bit. Hunter shows up as a jobber a few times in the Producer’s Ring. There’s something about him getting worked over that’s very satisfying.
Finally, I want to mention my deep appreciation of the beautiful rack on Tahmoh Penikett. I suspect his First Nation heritage might account for his minimal body hair, but from some angles, you can catch just an ever-so-light patch of hair just between his gorgeous pecs, right above his sternum. Tahmoh figured in one of the first matches I wrote up for the Producer’s Ring, and as I think he’ll be making a follow up appearance soon.

Mullets and Missing Links


I feel like an archaeologist stumbling across the missing link. Obviously others have known about the
Union of Wrestling Forces International (UWF) long before I ran across some of their matches on YouTube. But as an armchair enthusiast, I just discovered it. UWF, as far as I can tell, looks to be about two-thirds WWF, one-third Ultimate Fighter from the early 90’s. The action is fast and sweaty, with strikes and grappling, clearly scripted but with a lot of genuine contact mixed in. It looks Japanese, but at least a few of the clips I find have Russian(?) subtitles and commentating, perhaps from a rebroadcast.

The boys in this America vs. Japan tag-team match are handsome, though the Americans have mullets and a few too many Big Macs packed on, particularly compared to the long, lean Japanese competitors/performers. Gene Lydick had a face made for Hollywood, though.
I love the Russian commentator’s continual reference to the American, “Billy Squat.” The moves are damn sexy, including a barrage of “Mortal Kombat-esque” suplexes. The boys sell the product nicely, with believable ferocity and anguish playing themselves out throughout most of the match. Kudos to ALUSyraGERAI from Lithuania for popping these up for us to see. This tends to be more the style of matches I write, mixing strikes and more classical pro-wrestling. When you author fiction, though, you enjoy the privilege of getting to include backstory, sell the suffering, and not have to depend on performers to make the script come to life.

Nips (no Tucks)


As I continue to be in the thrall of pecs, my attention is drawn to nipples. Generally, nipples aren’t particularly erotic for me. The size and shape of pecs are the point of attraction, the grab-ability, the pound-ability. Nipple-torture in
gay wrestling doesn’t really send me over the moon. Nipples that have grown deformed from too much torture are a major turn-off. But despite not really turning my crank, male nipples are pretty fascinating.

Aesthetically speaking, I think that male nipples can be “too big.” It’s entirely genetic, so no fault. I’m NOT an advocate for cosmetic surgery to create a uniform standard of attractive nipple-size. In fact, some large areolas are quite beautiful.
Male Model Jeremy Jesensky is sporting some major league nips, and, like squarehippies, I find them entrancing. I think someone turned down the temperature for the photo shoot of Jeremy in a wrestling singlet and jock strap, though, because the nips are noticeably more petite. The tats, the tits, the pecs, the half-removed wrestling gear… mmmm, this is a very, very nice photo, in deed…
Again, aesthetically speaking, niples can be too small, too. Disproportionately tiny nipples make me wonder if there was some external factor stunting their growth at some point in their development. But small nipples are not, in and of themselves, a problem. Small nips and the right bod are quite beautiful as well. Paul Rudd’s nipples are nearly too small to be beautiful, but I cut him slack because of the adorable gay guy he played in “Object of My Affection.”
Thomas Jane from “Hung” looks like he’s sporting some micro-nips in this pic, but I think the water in his shower scene must have just been cold, because they look pretty average in other scenes.
Sometimes small nipples just make nice pecs look even bigger. At the end of the day, variety is the spice of life, and big or small, nipples are simply an essential part of the beautiful male form.

Barefoot Warriors


I saw “Conan”
Chris Walker wrestling in the Southeast briefly almost 20 years ago. He stands out in my memory both for his obviously stunning body, but also because he wrestled barefoot. Barefoot wrestling in a pro-ring is so incredibly sexy, I think. It’s not that I’m into feet all that much (though feet can certainly be sexy in their own right), but there’s something vulnerable, cocky, perhaps primal about wrestling barefoot. That was Walker’s schtick for a while: the primitive barbarian warrior (around the time of Arnold’s Conan movies)

Of course Kevin Von Erich was the prototypical barefoot hunk in the ring. Kevin’s incredibly muscular legs and bare feet made him look both more graceful and menacing, I think. His bare feet accentuated his stunning legs, and I have to believe they enhanced his moves of walking the ropes, scissoring his opponents, and launching himself into the stratosphere to deliver standing drop kicks. Wrestling Arsenal, who seems to be a bit contemptuous of the Von Erichs, suggests that bare feet make jobbers look more vulnerable and ripe for a beating. But I think Kevin always looked fiercer and cockier, not to mention sexier, when wrestling barefoot.
I once found a Von Erich family website with loads of photos from their various wrestling careers and youth. There was one B&W photo of a teenage Kevin lying on his side on the ground, already ripped to shreds. He was shirtless, and he wore athletic shorts with the legs pulled up to show off his flexed thighs. His bare feet were laced together, and between his knees was a crushed watermelon. I’m SO bummed that I didn’t save that pic. I also don’t have a food fetish, but between the bare feet, the crushed watermelon, and young Kevin’s rocking bod, I could just about reach an ecstatic state just thinking about it. Most of the matches in my wrestling fiction are fought barefoot both due to the fact that I don’t find complicated gear sexy at all, but also because bare feet in the wrestling ring are a major turn on. If anyone still has that photo of Kevin and the watermelon, I’d shed a tear of joy to get a copy.