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Drake Marcos: The Cheshire Cat
About halfway through my interview with BG East new kid Drake Marcos, I sat back and told him that he had a lot to say that needed to be said.  I still harbor a seriously raunchy wrestling fantasy in which Drake and his doppelgänger, John Fugelsang, rip and strip one another to pieces until one is riding the other like a Funny or Die video starring Dave Franco.  Drake’s got that persistent, perpetual smile on his face every time the camera rolls, unable to disguise (if he wanted to… not that he does) that there’s nothing in life he likes more than to square off against another wrestler and see what crazy shit happens next.  He’s well read, well spoken, and he connects the dots between a lot of topics that I intuitively recognize as closely tied, but have never, myself, managed to articulate as clearly as Drake does how all of the pieces fit together.  Gay culture, wrestling fans, homoerotic wrestlers, body image, gear, pain, domination… all of these elements are part of what moves me most about the subject of this blog, but there’s a proportionality and aesthetic about the precise concoction of each element.  Too much body worship without wrestling, or body worship that bleeds into body fascism, or aggro wrestling that buys too much wholesale a hetero male macho construct, and the whole hot genre starts to crack and peel away.  What I like about Drake, both in my interview that I posted and in several private conversations since, is that he’s got both an all-in enthusiasm for homoerotic wrestling and a critical eye for what works, what doesn’t, and why some things that seem to work perhaps shouldn’t.
Ray Naylor rides Drake in Mat Scraps 2

So I started early and continued often to tell Drake he should open up his own corner of the interwebs and get his words out there unfiltered.  A couple of weeks ago, I got a cryptic message from him: “Shhh… he’s writing.”  A few days later, I got this link: Drake Marcos: The Cheshire Cat of Homoerotic Wrestling.

Ray squeezes the smile off Drakes face

You want to check it out.  Like a few before him, Drake tells a bit about his early days of discovering the erotic satisfaction of wrestling.  Unlike anyone I’ve ever read, he writes with the voice of both of his personalities (diagnosable, to be sure, but somehow that much sexier!).  D2 is apparently a highly calculated, cautious, deliberate planner who thinks the hell out of everything.  I’m guessing it’s D2 that brings the critical lens that catches me off guard when I’m chatting with him/them.  D2 is not impetuous or impulsive.  I picture D2 as an aspiring chess grand master, which makes total sense to me how he could both find his way onto a wrestling mat and execute a studied, dispassionate game plan to topple and conquer a hardbodied hunk with plans of his own.

Drake gets himself into the sweetest of tight spots!

Then Drake interrupts him, at times a little unkindly (“Shut up you sappy windbag!”).  Drake is raw, running on red bull and a hard on.  I’m guessing it’s Drake whose grin stretches from ear to ear when he stares down an opponent, picturing, perhaps tasting the carnal delights he’s about to sample in hard, sweaty, vicious wrestling.  Drake fires all cylinders on intuition and lust.  Drake gets himself into precisely the tight spots that all of D2’s planning is intended to avoid.  Drake loves to hurt an opponent. He loves to be pushed to the edge of endurance and have his impressive tolerance for pain tested to its limit.  It’s Drake that fearlessly faces down an opponent, whether it be a muscle stud in a singlet or D2’s own self-doubt, and I strongly suspect that it’ll be Drake that gets into more enviably tight spots (aka, face buried deep up Gabriel Ross or Ray Naylor’s ass).

D2 may be wondering what Drake got him into

Looking forward to hearing more from him/them!

Don’t forget, you’re buying the popcorn!

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Eli Black faces Cameron Matthews in BG East’s Mat Hunks 9
I haven’t thought of Eli Black as a flirt before.  A sexy, dangerous, vicious grappling machine, yes.  A flirt?  No.  But BG East, in their wisdom, brought out some awesome new sides of my first (and so far only) 3-time homoerotic wrestler of the month by pairing him with one of the most engaging, flirtatious, wittiest grapplers on anyone and everyone’s payroll, Cameron Matthews, in new release Mat Hunks 9.

An ass-lovers feast for the eyes!

First let me just get the most obvious out of the way and say connoisseurs of fine, athletic, aesthetic wrestling asses will be in heaven.  Cameron was barely edged out of the title of best ass of 2013, and no one, including Eli Black, has failed to notice that Eli’s lean, lean, lean rump is simply phenomenal.  In many ways, this is a study in contrasts, with Cameron’s meaty, round bubble butt juxtaposed next to Eli’s anatomy chart muscle glutes.  On the surface, this just begins to describe the apparent contrasts in this bout.  Cameron is much better known for his extensive indy pro wrestling credentials, compared with Eli’s high performing amateur wrestling and cage fighting MMA resume.  Cameron is a champion smart-ass, slapping down both trash talk and flirtatious double entendre in an intoxicating mixture that no one I’ve ever seen before can quite duplicate.  Eli, on the other hand, seems to approach his matches with a more upright, straightforward mental approach, testing himself and his opponent until he finally finds 5th gear and goes ape shit all over whatever slice of beef gets trapped in his arsenal of holds.  I can’t remember Cameron ever failing to speak directly to the homoeroticism of his wrestling, while I can’t remember if I’ve ever seen Eli name the homoerotic tension in his work out loud.

Cameron brings out something new in Eli
That’s the last time I can write those words, because well before these two mat hunks get their hands on one another, Eli has more than risen to the occasion of Cameron’s flirtation-laced psych-up/out pre-match trash talk.  As they snarl back and forth at one another about talk being cheap and whether it was worth Cameron’s wait for tardy Eli to show up, Eli smirks, “I can more than pay for something!”  Like a lightening strike, Cameron makes his move to knock Eli on his heels with a pick-up line. “Good! You’d be a pretty good date, you know?”  Lesser men have been caught flat-footed in the line of fire of Cameron’s double entendre offense, but Eli just cracks the slightest smile and tosses it right back in his face. “Don’t forget, you’re buying the popcorn.”  
Voluntarily and forcibly compromised positions abound
In a different context, this could be a train wreck about to happen.  If either one of these beauties uttered the phrase, “No homo,” I swear I’d have turned off the DVD player in an instant.  But not only do they not back down or apologize, the sexual tension and double entendre grow more explicitly peppered throughout some incredibly beautiful mat wrestling.  Eli offers to start the second fall with Cameron in his guard, meaning all of the sudden Eli drops to his back, lifts his knees, and invites the indy pro veteran to climb on board.  “I don’t know if I know you that well!” Cameron protests half-heartedly, his gaze lingering at his opponent’s waiting crotch.  It’s only about 2 seconds of apparent indecision, but holy shit, I think somebody just out-eroticized Cameron Matthews!  A smart-ass retort, either verbal or physical, isn’t on the tip of Cameron’s tongue.  He has to think about it, ever so briefly.  Oh my god, Eli Black just out-flirted Cameron Matthews!
Saddle up!
It’s a rare, possibly unique moment to see in a Cameron Matthews match: he’s ever so briefly the one caught flat footed by an overtly homoerotic offense.  Again, the wrestling action that ensues is intense, powerful, and incredibly gorgeous.  But not long after Cameron brings the pinfalls back to even, it’s the indy pro veteran who grabs the bull by the balls, so to speak, and ratchets up the sexual tension much, much more than I’ve ever seen in an Eli Black match.  Dropping to his hands and knees and shaking that stunningly hot bubble butt, Cameron muses that Eli looks like a man who likes to be on top, so he’ll offer to start the next fall in referee’s position.  “Saddle up!” Cameron chuckles, spreading his legs and arching his back just a bit.  It’s Eli’s turn to raise his eyebrows and have to think for a second.  And perhaps we find the edge of the envelope, as far as Eli can go.  Rather than hold the erotic tension, he finally just shakes his head and marvels at the technical mistake Cameron is making by starting the fall off in such a vulnerable position for someone as skilled and proven-dangerous as Eli is.  The upright, straight-spined Eli kicks it into high gear, as the flurry of holds and counters gets nastier, more vicious, and stretches both boys to their limits.

Eli wrings the sweat out of Cameron’s gorgeous muscles
Bodies and experience like these two bring to the mat guarantees that this is astonishingly entertaining wrestling.  While I love, love, love the smart, whip-cracking homoerotic banter, and I’m always a fan of the explicitly homoerotic side of homoerotic wrestling, when push comes to shove, it’s wrestling that tops me off.  And the wrestling in this match is a delight, with notorious sweat-stud Cameron glistening starting at about the halfway point.  There are wrestling products in the universe that leave me unconvinced that either pain or hard work were actually involved as the suspension of doubt wears thin for me, but this is the opposite of one of those matches.  I buy every second, as big, beautiful egos and powerful bodies pound and crush and rip and wrench each other with such force that it hurts just a little to even watch.
Cameron teaches the new kid a little humility (just a little).
The explicit storyline is that Cameron is here to teach relative newbie Eli a lesson in humility.  So much love, so much attention has been heaped on Eli, and not just by me!  It’s been, what, a year and a half since the stud puppy first climbed into the Rock Hard Wrestling ring and introduced the homoerotic wrestling world to the fatal mistake of underestimating the damage this brutally lean gladiator can inflict?  A year and a half, and he’s been my homoerotic wrestler of the month 3 times, mentioned in 24 posts (this makes 25) here at neverland and elsewhere interviewed and broadly admired.  Which perhaps puts Cameron’s initial response to me when he won my homoerotic wrestler of the month title into perspective.  “It’s about time,” he said simply.
Flirtatious banter and play turn joint-cracking serious

Their match in Mat Hunks 9 is a barnburner to the very end.  The power moves and muscle-against-muscle holds stubbornly persist until the very last moment of this match, when one truly astonished hunk takes a bruising blow to his ego by being forced to utter the final and decisive 3rd-in-a-row submission.  This is extremely high quality mat wrestling, entertaining glimpses into both the intellectual and kinetic smarts of both boys, and chart-topping sexy, sexy, sexy viewing.

Shrines

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“…a complete stranger’s secret masturbation shrine.”

A link to this post from Thought Catalog was forwarded to several of us with an overlapping interest in blogging and BG East.  It’s a clever, well-written post from some straightboy in California who stumbled across a particularly indicting… well, let’s just say indicative… scene on a recent walk in the woods in SoCal.  The author, I’m sure correctly, surmises that this is what is left of a remote jackoff session, with the remains of black-and-white computer printouts of “semi-nude male wrestlers.”  Referring to this as “a masturbation shrine,” the author marvels at the untold story of these artifacts.  Why, for example, did the owner of these images travel to such a remote spot in the woods to settle in for a moment of private ecstasy?  With the obvious availability of these images from the internet, why leave the color computer screen behind and surreptitiously carry black and whites 4 miles up a hiking trail and into the bushes to possess them for gratification?

The stuff of fantasies: Kid Karisma wrings the sweat out of Jake Jenkins in Hunkbash 12.

The reason this perhaps tongue-in-cheek blog post was forwarded to several of us was not so much for the words, but the images attached.  Take a look, and you’ll see that these are not simply printouts of “semi-nude male wrestlers.”  These are shots of some of the finest, sexiest BG East boys (with copyright intact, no less) going at it in the ring!  The close-up photo from the blog post is easiest to identify.  It’s quite clearly my top contender for the status of my favorite homoerotic wrestler, Kid Karisma, bearhugging achingly pretty, barefoot beauty, Jake Jenkins and showing absolutely no mercy in Hunkbash 12.

Barefoot beauty Jake Jenkins looks achingly vulnerable under Kid Karisma’s control

Studying the more wide angle on the scene, I’ve managed to identify 2 of the other 3 images.  Both also come from Kid K and JJ’s smokin’ hot match in Hunkbash 12.  One shows Jake looking for the world like a reincarnation of barefoot gladiator babyface Kevin Von Erich from the 80’s, getting his arms stretched out behind him as Kid K takes advantage of JJ being flat on his fine, fine ass.

Kid Karisma feels Jake’s hot body melt in a sweat soaked Boston Crab

The other image I can make out (anyone else decipher the badly “soiled” image on the bottom?) is an exquisite shot of Jake sweaty and slapping the mat in agony as Kid K torques the living shit out of JJ’s gorgeous lower back in a spine-snapping, ass-bonanza Boston Crab. Readers of neverland may remember that this is the match that, at the time, Kid Karisma identified as easily his favorite. In my interview with Kid K, he marvels at the memory of “getting a hold of that body!… I mean, I truly got to work him over completely!,” Kid Karisma enthused. “But when I had him in the Boston or bent over my knee…God, you can just feel his body melting and weakening…pretty epic.”

Pretty epic.
Epic indeed! This is quite clearly the stuff of fantasies, clearly a fantasy match for Kid K, absolutely a fantasy match for me (it’s one I come back to again and again!), and obviously a fantasy match for the creator of this masturbation shrine in the woods. I don’t know if necessity is what drove this person to find such a remote site to let the fantasy take him, or if he has a particular thing about black and white homoerotic wrestling images enjoyed in the woods. Or perhaps, as the Thought Catalog author suggests, perhaps this is making an ironic artistic statement on the disposability of culture and passion.

Fueling fantasies near and far.
Whatever it is that explains or describes the person who left these images behind, I know one thing for sure: he’s a homoerotic wrestling fan like you and I are.  And perhaps like the Gideons and like me, he’s just spreading the word about what he’s passionate about, leaving behind some provocative images that, while lost on a straightboy remembering sorting himself out as a kid to National Geographic boobies, may yet inspire another hiker to catch a glimpse of what turns him, and me, and you on: hot, hardbodied hunks wrestling for our enjoyment.
Worth a 4-mile hike.
If the kindred spirit who left these images in the woods happens to read neverland, let me know you’re out there, buddy.  Let’s strategize a better way for you to access the beauty of Kid Karisma making Jake Jenkin’s muscles melt under his control in a Boston Crab.  And I’ll personally do my best to get you an autographed, color photo from at least one of these fantasymen.  A 4-mile hike to spend time with them?  You deserve at least that!

Heel = Jobber [Guest Blogger: Alex]

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In trying to help Bard with content, I have discovered that writing for a blog is difficult. Maybe I just don’t have that much to say. One of my limitations is that I don’t watch nearly as much wrestling as others. So today, I’m going to flip the script and ask you a question. I’ll seek your advice and perspective.

I admit it. I liked Barry Horowitz, with his pulled-too-high trunks and back patting antics. Barry, Reno Riggins, Brooklyn Brawler … these are just some of the guys who I don’t think I ever saw win a match, but I found their arrogance and optimism oddly appealing.
Sure, Brawler, you’re going to be the one to defeat Tatanka. Good luck with that.
While face jobbers are required to look scared, weak and may not even mount any offense, heel jobbers start out with unearned confidence, a bag of dirty tricks (that are doomed to fail) and manage to get in a few licks before the inevitable ending.
So, are there any really good heel jobbers right now?

It’s a real question. Maybe there are and I don’t know it. As I said, I don’t watch a ton of wrestling these days, so there could be. There are definitely heels who lose occasionally, especially against other heels, but I’m wondering about a strong guy who walks in wearing black, talking tough then gets beat down by the talented face. Are there any who lose with Darius-level consistency? Are there any who maintain, rather than suppress, their inherent heel-ness while losing? Is there a heel equivalent of Braden Charron?

What if Darius wore black instead of pastel blue?

What if Braden wrapped his muscles in leather instead of the flag?

These guys could still job, but they’d job with an attitude. They’d go down to the man in white and pink, still mouthing off until they lost consciousness. I have to say that I have seen this from Aryx Quinn, but not sure if there are others.

Does it happen? Is the idea even appealing? I’d love to hear thoughts.

TMI

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As a lover of expressive language, I tend to hold contempt for text-talk (smh), but this tidbit I recently ran across leaves me with nothing to say except for “TMI.”  It was the headline “MMA fighter sues sex shop over burnt penis” that sucked me in, along with an arousing photo of said MMA fighter, Michael Waylon Lowe.

Michael Waylon Lowe: 32 y/o, 5’7″, 145 lbs., 14-4
So the gist of this story as best I can tell from reading it multiple times on different sites (because it’s a little unbelievable and hilariously/tragically salacious) is that this hard-bodied fight machine was playing the part of the hard-bodied sex machine with his fiance’ (who has no penis, sadly), when during an intermission, his cock began to burn and swell up to alarming proportions.
Just let me be clear.  This sounds like serious shit.  There’s a bit of tongue in cheek to a lot of the online coverage of Lowe’s lawsuit (I mean, his cock swelled to alarming proportions during sex… please), but if even half of his injuries are real, he deserves a healthy dose of sympathy and some serious respect for publicizing these details in his bid for a monetary settlement for his pain and suffering.
But there’s just something too provocative about the alluring concoction of details that compose this story.  Juxtapose a ripped, handsome MMA fighter and the details of his application of sex gel and my one-track mind leaves behind the potential merits of Michael Waylon Lowe’s claims against Kama Sutra Pleasure Balm Prolonging Gel.  Instead, I’m helplessly left to imagine what a far, far better world it would be if MMA competition always involved “pleasure balm” (not the kind that leaves you permanently scarred and dysfunctional, though).
I like the intensity of MMA competition.  I don’t watch it often, but when I do, I’m stoked hard and breathless right quick.  There’s a powerful eroticism to the element of danger, of two ripped, conditioned, highly trained combatants using their bodies to hammer, choke, or rip each other apart.  It’s an element that I miss when homoerotic wrestling is too playful, silly, or slapstick.  I like stakes, tension, and competitive aggression.
Lorenzo Lowe (no known relation to Michael Waylon Lowe) gets tortured by MMA fighter Eli Black
Davie Lowe (no known relation to Michael Waylon Lowe or Lorenzo Lowe) suffers in oil beneath the muscles of Terry Reed.
I also like explicitly homoerotic content, with two wrestlers above-the-table turned on by one another.  I think the sweet spot for me typically resides when these two elements (competitive intensity and explicit homoeroticism) are perfectly balanced.  If the intensity and competitive spirit are lacking, the hottest bodies in the most explicitly erotic circumstances can sort me out, but they don’t hit me where I really live.  And as I said, I don’t often watch MMA for the same reason (along with frequent homophobic ventures of prominent MMA personalities).  All physical aggression and combat can sort me out, but I’m typically providing some erotic backstory in my own imagination to connect all the dots that truly entertain me.
Hope you’re back to full function soon, Mr. Lowe
Back to Mr. Lowe’s burnt and disfigured penis, though.  Fuck, that sucks.  If you’ve had similar results from using Kama Sutra Pleasure Balm Prolonging Gel, let us know.  Play safe, fight hard, and keep fucking!

Summer’s Back!

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I was pulling weeds in my front yard yesterday and caught my first sighting of the season of a truly stunning specimen of a hunk jogging in front of my house shirtless.  I mean, this boy was gasp-worthy. Amazingly broad shoulders, lightly hairy and powerful pecs, defined six-pack, lean & defined quads.  Handsome face with a square jaw, short-cropped near-buzz-cut.  But as he passed me and I stared openly, the view going was more incredible than the view coming.  Incredibly gorgeous, muscled back tapering down to a narrow waist, with those hot, thin nylon running shorts slit up the side encasing incredibly powerful glutes bulging so beautifully I could’ve set my Mai Tai on top of that shelf.  As I watched the specimen for two blocks before he turned up a street, I could help but smile to myself and mutter, “Summer’s back.”  Here are a few more backs that make me sit back, admire, and imagine….
One of the most gorgeous shots of my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler: Lon Dumont in Tag Team Torture 15.
Current top contender for the favorite title showing off his award winning backside: Kid Karisma in Matmen 23.
Alexi Adamov’s beautiful back muscles and bulging butt in Ring Revenge 1.
The stunningly pretty shelf of Pretty Pete Sharp from Gazebo Grapplers 14.
Paul Perris’ vintage backside beauty.
Multiple HWOTM winner Denny Cartier’s beautiful back in trouble in  Ring Revenge 1.
Chace LaChance’s stunningly built back displayed to perfection in Braden Charron’s bear hug in newly released bonus to Summer Sizzlers.
Tyrell Tomsen’s physical perfection from trapezius muscles to calves in Strip Stakes 1.
Another vintage babyface bodybuilder back belonging to Can-Am’s Jonny Olson
Cameron Matthew’s sweaty back glistens in new release Mat Hunks 9.
Brad Barnes bulges everywhere. Everywhere. As he surveys demolished Chace in Pec Bash 2. 
Incredibly broad wingspan on long, strong Paladin facing Stage 2 of Jonny.
Rio Garza showing off his Can-Am credentials along with his professional physique model body.

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

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Last month I skipped crowning a homoerotic wrestler of the month based on my fundamental lack of arousal at the overall offerings available in the new release homoerotic wrestling section in April.  Happily, I found several sweet treats in among new releases in May to give me some legitimate choices to elevate one wrestling hunk to the pantheon of my new release favorites.  There are several honorable mentions I want to note, including the phenomenal Marcus Ruhl who I went dizzy for in a review of his May 15 Naked Kombat match against Jeremy Stevens; Thunder’s Arena’s new most-phenomenal-ass-debut of Kid Titan going pec-to-pec with muscle monster Specimen in Rough and Ready 40; fratboy compact powerhouse Atom showing how mouthwatering a catch-weight crushing can be when he’s owned by the massive muscles of massive Muscles in Battle Space 41; Brodie Fisher at Rock Hard Wrestling initiating a long, lean rook by the name of Colton Palmer in Boxing Gone Bad; as well as RHW’s Josh Steel stealing my attention with that insanely tempting ass as he works over new kid Alex Waters in Out Muscled.  That’s a seriously satisfying back bench of second-stringers, so I’m not saying a bad word about the state of the industry these days.  I am, however, saying some good words about a wrestler not among these also rans, who has tantalized and tempted me repeatedly over the past month to keep checking out his body and body of work.  My new reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month is…

… Naked Kombat’s Will Parks.
5’11”, 180 pounds, hot, handsome hunk Will “still waiting to punish” Parks

Will is one of the reasons I’ve resigned for yet another re-subscription to Naked Kombat after they lost my business when they, for all intents and purposes, went out of business a while back.  They’re back, and now I’m back, and there’s something a little surprising to me about the way that the image of young, handsome Will Parks keeps playing in my mind hours after I watch him wrestling his pick-up opponent John Jammen on May 8.  Clearly the kid is a hot hunk of meat, don’t get me wrong.  He’s 5’11”, 180 lbs., and handsome as shit.  Of course I like the look of Will, particularly with a liberal dousing of sweat.  But there’s something more that he brings to the table that I haven’t entirely put my finger on.

A lot I’d like to put my finger on…

NK’s new thing is to give all of their wrestlers sometimes forced also-known-as names, and for my new HWOTM, it’s Will “the Punisher” Parks.  Ironically, with his loss to everyman opponent John “Jizz on Your Face” Jammen (see what I mean?) on May 8, “the Punisher” is running an 0-3 record at NK, proving that he’s more likely to be punished than do the punishing.  Perhaps that something unfingered has to do with this combination of earnestness/Clark Kent sincerity along with his twice-fucked-and-back-to-fight-another-day vulnerability.

Will’s muscle back and hot ass are in a league of their own on this mat.

That said, it’s not exactly hard to imagine an opponent giving it a second thought when the day comes to actually face this beautiful hunk in a fuck-stakes mat tussle.  180 pounds doesn’t convey the weight he carries as his sweaty chest heaves and the veins rise across his bulging forearms. On pluck and attitude, I don’t doubt for a second the story that Will showed up for the NK taping to find his scheduled opponent didn’t have the balls after all to risk the damage that “the Punisher” is determined to hand out to some lucky bastard destined to be his first get-out-of-jobberhood-free card.  They supposedly start the taping with Will ready to just lift his fist in victory with a smirk and a snide comment about the cowardly no-show, when off camera someone (two someone’s actually) chime in to say that they’ll take a crack at Will’s gorgeous ass.  It’s John Jammen who peels off his t-shirt first to take the mat, an untested, unknown quantity (like seriously, where did this dude come from?).

Beauty and the beast, and that’s just what Will brings to the mat!

John is nowhere near the level of physical conditioning that porn athlete Will Parks is.  I mean, not a chance in hell.  I’d say there’s a beauty and the beast aspect to this juxtaposition, but Will is both beauty and beast to John’s much more run-of-the-mill body.  The drama has captured me by this point, as contrived as it may be.  I’m thinking to myself that the Punisher has finally met his first loser.  Jammen is 2 inches shorter and a reported 25 pounds lighter, though I’m skeptical because the boy carries a bit of a half-inflated tire around his midsection that’s got to weigh him down more than the reported 155 pounds.

Will’s hot body dominates the man off the street in round 1.

After round 1, my excitement to see hunky Will Parks get down to punishing is seriously stoked as he leads bench warmer John by 5 points.  Experience and strength seem to be showing. The kid’s muscles pumped and glistening are just incredibly beautiful.

John knocks the Punisher on his ass to pull up to even.
Round 2 seems to start to turn the tide, in part aided by a sharp elbow strike to Will’s forehead that leaves the wunderkind reeling.  John’s strongest offense comes in racking up gratuitous NK points by sitting his ass down on Will’s chest and molesting his tasty body.  Talk about drama.  He’s pulled back to even to end the 2nd round with both kombatants tied at 32 a piece.
Will’s over the top erotic suffering in round 3 seals the deal.
Round 3 is looking worse for the mysteriously alluring Will, at least at times.  I often think that NK points are a little like Olympic figure skating scores.  Honestly, this hardbodied porn athlete was owned by luckiest bastard on the planet John!?   I am a surprised as Will obviously is to learn that John outpaced him to take the entire match with a score of 52 to 46.  I suspect Will loses points he’s legitimately earned by just looking so damn HOT when he suffers.  All that gorgeous, powerful, pumped muscle getting ground into the mat is such a hunkbash feast! I’d still seriously enjoy watching the punisher unleashed in round 4, but I could understand why an NK judge could be swayed by the promise of watching how sweetly Will gets crushed and owned in the sex round.
Will suddenly looks like the hot high school chump getting erotically bullied in the bathroom.
And, indeed, he’s a goddamned artist on the receiving end of sexual domination!  Again, I’m getting close to fingering what it is about him that grabs me so hard here.  He goes from a young, hot hunk with a heaping helping of mature beef on his bones to looking like a barely legal muscle kid in way, way over his head, which is a compelling journey!  I am NOT a fan of bathroom sex.  I’ve got way too many OCD features (short of a diagnosis) to be fully engaged with a public restroom sex romp fantasy.  So I’m only lukewarm on rookie John’s ownership of Will’s hot, hot ass.  The hairpulling is definitely nice, no doubt…
Will gasps.
…as are the fishhooks.  Stretched out over the urinal, however, makes me think of nothing by a need for a can of lysol.  But fuck, fuck, fuck, Will crumbles and whimpers so damn hot!  There’s a little taste of fear mixed with excitement along with a chaser of awe at his own physical response to his everyman conqueror.  This is a sweet elixir the Punisher mixes.
0 and 3 with NK, but #1 in my book: HWOTM Will Parks
John’s post-match interview solidifies my impression that this guy just can’t quite believe his luck in getting a crack at this match.  “I mean, he’s a beautiful guy!,” the goofy, overenthusiastic rookie gushes, looking over his shoulder at the porn athlete standing stone-faced behind him.  “And an amazing ass!,” John adds, his eyes wide with sincerity.  When it’s Will’s turn, the interviewer tells him he did a hell of a job, and “you can’t win them all.”  “Yeah,” Will grins, “but it would be nice to win one.”  When the interviewer almost apologizes that they keep punishing the Punisher, Will shrugs like a classy dude and says, “It’s okay. I think that I secretly really like it!”  Yes, Will?  Do tell!  When asked about the bathroom sex round, Will struggles to find the words.  “The bathroom, well, yeah,” he says, looking around at the facilities. “It wasn’t my favorite place to go, you know.”  And perhaps in this post-match testimonial there are the elements the less than obvious allure of Will Parks for me.  He’s got the heart of a jobber, but he’s got standards.  He promises that he’ll come back to NK, and I for one am waiting with baited breath.  In the mean time, he can sit that “AMAZING ass” down on the neverland throne (which is nowhere near the bathroom), because he may be 3 and 0 on the mat, but he’s unquestionably on top of my list of wrestler’s slapping down a favorite new release in May!

Summertime and the Livin’ Is Easy

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Like fresh picked berries and crotch watching at the beach, BG East’s Summer Sizzler’s releases have become a seasonal treat for me.  I’m a little dizzy from the initial overdose I just subjected myself to, scoping out the preview pics that are part of catalog 99.1, just released.

Boyfriend jobbers Skip and Christian make me think it’s not all bad getting crushed by Morgan Cruise.

Making my eyes water the hardest are the initial shots of Tag Team Torture 16: Boyfriend Beatdown, featuring the combo I’ve been bitching and moaning in anticipation of for years.  Skip Vance and his  real life boyfriend (and former HWOTM) Christian Taylor climb into the ring together for a 2-on-1 battle against heel-risen Morgan Cruise.  Holy shit, this looks insanely hot.  This looks like it’s heading in all the right directions, and I’m a little breathless in anticipation.

Chace LaChance and Braden Charron are RIPPED! 

Speaking of breathless, shocking me just a little are the preview pics of the “Bonus Match” (for ordering all of the Summer Sizzlers) featuring Braden Charron and Chace LaChance both appearing to have physically peaked for the season at precisely the same moment that they climbed into the ring together.  I may have seen Braden this ripped… possibly, but holy hell, I have never seen Chace as put together as this. Fuck. Me. Please.

Who’s Got Whom? Eli Black or Cameron Matthews? 

Mat Hunks 9 is a stand-alone compilation that delivers a pretty perfect 8-pack selection of thirst-quenching hunks such as I’m not sure I’ve seen all on one DVD before.  3-time HWOTM Eli Black looks like he’s got his hands full with former HWOTM Cameron Matthews.  This is a fascinating pairing, I think, and Cameron’s showmanship combined with Eli’s intensity seems like a formula for either disaster or perfection.  I’m voting for perfection.

Rafe Sanchez takes the ride of MY life!

And speaking of perfection, former HWOTM and former and long-running overall favorite homoerotic wrestler of mine, Mitch Colby, snaps those tanned, rock hard thighs around the smooth, sexy head of long, long running infatuation of mine (though never a HWOTM), Rafe Sanchez (mmmmmmmm… Rafe).  These two have appeared in some of the over the top sexiest wrestling I’ve ever enjoyed, so combined, I’m feeling dehydrated just thinking about it.  And I’m not even going to mention the perfection of asses featured in the other two matches on Mat Hunks 9… yet.

Hot, hard muscles turned to jelly.
I will mention that my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler (non-pornboy) Lon Dumont is also out in a new product, Knock Outs 2 , appearing back in the day when his head was smoother than Rafe Sanchez’.  The match promises both Lon and his opponent, veteran pro Paul Hudson, get sleepered repeatedly, and the image of lovely, powerful Lon so vulnerable, out cold, is giving me hot flashes!
Mr. Joshua had better watch his back (I’ll keep an eye on his front for him)

Finally, Ring Hunks 1 (how is this only the first of that title!?) throws former overall favorite homoerotic wrestler Mr. Joshua’s massive package headlong into the dangerous machinations of former HWOTM and recent interviewee here, Aryx Quinn.  If anyone can unleash the beast, surely it’s diabolical Aryx!   Right?!  Please!?

Another who’s got whom from Summer Sizzlers: Wrestle Shack 17… my money is on Dylon Robert’s thighs.

So these releases technically fall in the month of May, but there’s no way I can assess them in time for tomorrow’s crowning of a new HWOTM, so they’re officially delayed to join the June releases.  In the mean time, pass me a protein drink.  I’m going in….

Another Rose By Any Other Name

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5’10”, 156 lbs, Thunder’s Arena’s resident bad ass twink: TAK

I haven’t yet sparked one of those slightly panicky messages from a young hunk who’d really, really prefer that I take down references to their more explicit porn career in response to yesterday’s post.  Cool!  Celebrate what you got, boys! Adam did contact me though to let me know that 1) Blogger wouldn’t permit him to post a comment, and 2) Thunder’s Arena’s TAK can also be seen doing his thang at SeanCody.

First of all, sorry for those who frequently let me know that Blogger isn’t allowing them to comment.  Our Google overlords have moved on to their next big innovative roll-out, I’m sure, so kinks and bugs like this seem to pop up with increasing frequency around here.  Second of all, as I’ve mentioned recently, I occasionally get a major twink-lust, and damn it all if “The All-American Kid” TAK doesn’t scratch it good!  There’s something visually vulnerable about him, particularly when juxtaposed with the seriously massive mountains of beef that Thunder’s has tended toward in recent years.  More than just sheer size, though, TAK’s blond, blue-eyed, long, lean beauty is almost “delicate,” I’d say.  He looks like he’d burn in the sun without SPF 5,000.  I’d guess he could’ve been a sickly kid.  So when he slaps down a sweetly intense mat offense and makes an opponent squeal a little, and then flexes his ectomorph muscles cockily, the drama is hot and compelling.

SeanCody’s Sheldon (and his power washer)

Eagle-eyed Adam put 2 and 2 together and passed along the conclusion that Thunder’s Arena’s “The All-American Kid” is also SeanCody’s Sheldon.  Nice, nice, nice!  Somehow TAK looks considerably less vulnerable to me with his semi-erect cock swinging free.  That’s a choice piece of meat to go with the boy-next-door beauty and deceptively shy grin.  SeanCody’s page mentions that Sheldon is a heavy artillery shooter, and Adam confirmed this when he contacted me to put me on this trail.  Our boy boasts that he can launch a load that will hit the ceiling, and Adam says “the guy shoots the biggest, farthest load you’ll ever see this side of Shane Erickson.”

All the right elements to a seriously, explicitly erotic chart topper!

Which makes his match against fellow SeanCody alum and bareback rodeo star Mogly seem like so much potential unrealized.  Can you just imagine the chart topper this would have been had Mogly used that free left hand of his when he had TAK at his mercy in this backbreaker, to yank down his trunks and work that hose until TAK doused a bonfire!?

5’9″, 212 lbs, Thunder’s Arena’s Xavier

My second sleuth today is again another find from my own foraging. And, again, it’s another Thunder’s Arena wrestler, namely Xavier.  Xavier’s a typical Thunder’s Arena powerhouse. Thunder’s says he’s 5’9″ and 212 pounds.  He wrestles with a dark coat of hair on those massive pecs, and he sports some aggressive ink that I really like the look of.

Xavier takes a good look at what his muscle domination does to studpuppy Hoop.

Xavier is sweetly satisfying as an overpowering bully who delights in exploiting an outmuscled opponent.  Like serious crushes of mine before him, he works his magic all over luscious bon bon Hooper who responds in the way that Hoop seems unable to resist when dominated by superior firepower.  Xavier-the-wrestler strikes me as a brute force bull, like the tat on his right arm, plowing through the china shop of lesser men.

Vegas boy and RentMen’s XavierMuscle

Following the trail of breadcrumbs he leaves on Twitter, Instagram, RentMen and Facebook, when he’s not crushing a turned-on little hunk like Hoop, Xavier is available by the hour via RentMen or for public consumption as a muscle dancer at a gay club in Las Vegas.  Here’s a prime example of how different contexts shed such a different light on a hot piece of meat like Xavier.  I’d never really noticed his gorgeous eyes, and in his case, I’m all over those massive, meaty pecs shaved over au naturel.  Far less a brute than a beauty, Xavier as muscle god is a work of art. Seeing how he can handle the jackhammer he’s equipped with, again I have to say I think it’s a crying shame he didn’t do more than just raise an eyebrow at Hoop’s swollen package propped up so perfectly in that OTK.

I could feast for days on those shaved pecs!

Again, as always, if this post suddenly becomes populated with pictures of puppies, you’ll know that someone prefers that his G-rated non-explicit homoerotic wrestling persona overlap with his X-rated porn star alter-ego.  Fair enough.  I’m always more than ready to fulfill a request from a wrestler to craft his wrestling presence in precisely the way he wants it.  But my point is really that there’s sometimes more homoerotic potential in our homoerotic wrestling fare, and I’m a booster for exploiting potential to its fullest.

A Rose By Any Other Name

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I always, always, always get in trouble with these types of posts, and yet I’m irresistibly drawn to keep posting them.  As I’ve said in the past, should photos of the implicated parties suddenly be changed to adorable puppies, you can assume that the wrestlers implicated have kindly requested that I unlink their different personas.  In the meantime, I always feel a little thrill to discover a homoerotic wrestling hottie pop up in a different context, especially a porn (even softcore) setting.

Thunder’s Arena’s Mogly flashes biceps and Blue Steel

To start with, a frequent commenter and friend of this blog a while back pointed out to me a tasty little nugget he discovered while panning for gold over at SeanCody. I, like many of you, was first introduced to this doe-eyed mouthful of sweetness via Thunder’s Arena’s strictly trunks-on format, billed as 5’10”, 160 pound stud puppy Mogly.

Mogly keeps his trunks on as he suffers a major Impact

I’ve seen only one of his matches, in which his lean, athletic body gets pummeled relentlessly.  He has an adorably, cheesy grin and a fun attitude in the fun-n-games format of Thunder’s.

SeanCody’s Tanner is known for his massive, pendulous balls

It turns out Mogly has also pulled the trunks off for SeanCody, appearing as big-balled beauty, 20-year-old Tanner who doesn’t appear shy at all about his cock-n-ball close-ups, or his barebacking adventures slapping those balls down as he pounds Jayden’s ass. In other words, he’s game for wrestling and full-contact naked eroticism, so only half of his raw, pendulous talents are truly getting exploited to their fullest at Thunder’s.  Get this boy suited up for a rip ‘n’ strip full-on erotic combat match pronto.  And many thanks, Jose, for connecting these eye-catching dots!

Brit bombshell Connor Cross has major league assets.

My second catch isn’t nearly as salacious (no porn connection that I know of), but I reeled this one in all on my own.  A few months ago, a gorgeous Brit by the name of Connor Cross made his BG East debut against arguably equally as gorgeous (in a different way) Serbian pec star, Arn Nedic.  Personally, if I had to choose an hour in a motel room with mattresses thrown on the floor with only one of them, I think I’d have to take the Serbian stunner.  However, if it’s a mouthwatering muscled ass I’m in the mood for (which happens not infrequently), lovely Arn would get a kick to the curb for me to get my hands (and other body parts) all over Connor’s gorgeous glutes.

Connor Cross and Arn Nedic debuted in BG East’s Motel Madness 12

Following my frequent crush SteelMuscleGod, I came across (so to speak) his recent YouTube posting calling out a certain Brit trash talker by the name of Josh Williams who he claims he bested on the wrestling mats during a UK trip a year or so ago.  Following the links to Josh Williams, I came (so to speak) to discover that Josh is none other that asstastic muscle boy extraordinaire, BG East’s Connor Cross… or, I suppose, BG East’s Connor Cross is none other than YouTube’s (and more importantly SMG’s) Josh Williams.

Josh Williams flexes and has fun as TheMusclePerformance.

As I get lost in which is the superhero and which the mild mannered alter ego, let me just say that more of muscleboy Josh/Connor is most definitely not a bad thing, even if his YouTube channel is currently populated entirely by muscle worship fare.  He has a sweet sense of humor, such as when some catty bitch commented on an underwear post of Josh’s that his package looked undersized.  Josh laughed it off, proudly announcing he’s a grower, not a show-er.  Josh does this fucking adorable little bow at the end of his muscle worship posts that melts my heart.  He also has a sweet trash talking retort to SMG (trash talk in an English accent is somehow sexier, no?), in which he appears to confirm that he did not own SMG during their wrestling foray, but predicts he will if the rematch is ever booked.  Can I pay someone in the UK to tape a copy of this thing?  HD will be required, as well as lots of close-ups of asses.  I’ll add a bonus for footage of the bare naked muscle worship that simply has to happen once one of these internet muscle stars is conquered.

There’ll never be enough close-ups of that ass!

If you’ve got other small world moments with our favorite homoerotic wrestling stars, let me know.  And you’re Mogly/Tanner or Connor/Josh and prefer me to rewrite this post without your names, replacing your photos with puppies to keep your alter egos secret, just send me the request… and an autographed photo.