BG East’s catalog 113 has landed, and I’m tucking in to feast for days. Fan Fantasy 4 immediately caught my attention because… Kid Karisma. I decided to watch the first match on the DVD first, though, to whet my appetite, to just get my engine running so that I’m all tuned up for Kid K’s match. Instead, I got completely derailed and delightfully charmed by seductively sexy muscle fan Rafael Verga living the dream with his hands all over bulging beefcake Kieran Dunne.
Rafael was a standout in his debut mat match against Blaine Janus a couple of years ago. There was a sensational playful sensuality about the Latin beauty that turned my crank with both hands. Finally back on the mats, Rafael is one of the most compelling characters in homoerotic wrestling I’ve seen in quite a while as the slack jawed, grinning ear to ear, stammering, wide-eyed muscle freak fanatic dropping a massive wad of cash in order to experience the fantasy come true of not just meeting, not just admiring, but getting to wrestle bulging bro Kieran.
Kieran dishes up some surprising sexy twists and turns in this match, too. It was supposed to just be a private posing session, but that thick, pulsing mass of cash in Rafael’s pocket convinces Kieran to treat his fan to some wrestling fantasy, too. But Kieran doesn’t just throw down. He insists that Rafael slip into something more apropos. Rafael quickly drops his baggy shorts to reveal sexy black square cuts with red racing stripes underneath (he came prepared). But Kieran refuses to let his fan wear black (“I’m the bad ass!”), so he sends Rafael out to raid the BG East trunk closet. He comes back in crazy sexy red square cuts that are super low rise. Kieran takes a long, appraising look but sends him back again, because Kieran wants to see more skin (uh, fuck, yes!?). Rafael keeps coming back in tighter, trimmer, sexier trunks painted onto his gorgeous bronzed body. Kieran has the kid turn around slowly for him to check them out from every angle. He gets on his knees and slides his fingertips underneath the fabric, stretching and straightening the swatches to show off Rafael’s magnificent thighs, flat as a pancake abdomen, and one of the most sensationally juicy asses on a skinny boy I’ve ever seen. I had no idea Kieran was such a connoisseur! The hands-on fashion show has me gagging for full contact confrontation.
Kieran finally agrees to the obvious. Rafael’s baby blue trunks with white side panels are perfection. “So, what’s your favorite hold?” he asks his fan. Without skipping a beat, with that earnest-as-fuck smile across his beautiful face, Rafael gushes, “I love your headscissors, man!” Generous to a fault, Kieran offers to let his eager fan skip the foreplay and slide right into place. Rafael clearly wants to be nowhere else in the world, but after a few minutes of feeling Kieran’s massive quads bearing down on his skull, Rafael pleads, “But, I want to see you!” Kieran doesn’t quite get it for a second, but with a wry grin, he lightens up the vice and lets his fan spin around to settle into a super sexy, downright gagging for it, face-to-crotch headscissors.
The plot of this encounter turns on the tension between Rafael’s pent up, fan-crazed desire to soak in every last second of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Kieran’s growing frustration that his #1 fan refuses to submit. Kieran keeps doubling down, keeps taunting and testing. “You can’t be enjoying this!?” he insists, he questions disbelievingly. But quite obviously, Rafael is having he time of his life!
The other compelling twist in this narrative is the reveal that Rafael’s fantasy isn’t only to suffer at the mercy of his top muscleman infatuation. Apparently, Rafael knows Kieran’s resume intimately, and he seems to know ahead of time how sensationally sexy it is to watch Kieran’s bulging, powerful muscles squirm and squeal at the mercy of an opponent (check Kieran’s early career, and his face in the dictionary under “Muscle Jobber”). I thought Rafael’s face was downright beaming when on the receiving end, but damn, he’s glowing with erotic pleasure watching all of Kieran’s muscles made impotent when he’s stuck in the beartrap of Rafael’s thighs.
The other narrative device in this match that tickles me no end is that just like Kieran doesn’t quite “get it” that Rafael is aching to suck down every ounce of offense the muscle boy can manage, Rafael doesn’t really “get it” that his irrepressible enthusiasm and lust are seriously pissing Kieran off. Kieran’s bulges glisten with sweat as he works so much harder than he’d expected to make the sultry middleweight submit. He’s raging when Rafael steals some lustful strokes of Kieran’s trapped body, the muscle boy grunting furiously. “Not bad?” Rafael smirks, honest to the wrestling gods, taunting his infatuation. The Latin heartthrob flexes his biceps and actually laughs out loud. “Is this how you do it?,” he asks, making Kieran submit, and then submit again humiliatingly before he lets him go.
“You son of a bitch!” Kieran rages. This is not going the way he’d expected this to go! But this is going exactly the way Rafael’s fondest, barely acknowledgeable secret fantasies have always wanted. “Sorry about that man,” the #1 fan apologizes sincerely. “I just got too much into it. It just looked so good!”
So, it’s true, Rafael is not the typical #1 homoerotic wrestling fan. He doesn’t just hold his own, he grabs Kieran’s and manages to throttle the muscleboy with abandon. Kieran doesn’t get how much he wants it, and Rafael doesn’t get how much he is bruising his infatuation’s surprisingly delicate ego. This match begs the question of how far do you take it, how far do you push it, when the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to wrestle your fondest fantasyman presents itself?
I’m such a huge fan of Rafael Verga’s right now. This narrative could have come across as incredibly hokey. It could’ve been canned ham, if it weren’t for the full throttle sell of every inch and second by Rafael. He’s got a big personality and a deep respect for the homoeroticism of wrestling, and that, paired with one of the sexiest, most fuckable lean bodies in the business, makes this opening match of Fan Fantasy 4 a major league, headliner quality hit.
A little while later I woke up, groaning, bound once again in the ropes, my mouth stuffed with the soiled and sweaty trunks of both myself and Bard. Tears of shame filled my face as I writhed in the darkened arena, trying to spit out the gear only to realize the ring tape wrapped around my head, keeping them in.
I stripped down and pulled my gear selection from the locker, the singlet 
damn good. The bright yellow of his selected singlet complemented his Socal goldenboy tan quite well. But still…I don’t see what they see in him. I patted my throbbing cock as Trey pulled his singlet straps up and threw me a wink as he bounded out the door as we heard the Boss emceeing our announcements despite not knowing (or more likely, caring) if we were even close to being ready.
If you’re a follower of all things BGEast you’ll undoubtedly have seen the posts about pictures leaking from within its hallowed walls from, who Bard has coined Omi: 
Kid Leopard, as you could imagine, was not happy.
Sidelineland 