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I'm a gay man with an active imagination.

On the Eighth Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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On the first day of Christmas, Santa brought me the work of art that is Kid Karisma’s ass.  On the second day, he brought me Ben Monaco’s beautiful, meaty pecs.  On the third day of Christmas, Santa brought me Steel Muscle God’s bone crushing legs.  The fourth day was the occasion for Santa to bring me a little of the romance between the reigning royal couple of homoerotic wrestling, Skip Vance and Christian Taylor.  On the fifth day of Christmas, he brought me a knee-buckling montage of every bulge that Darius attempts to squeeze into his trunks.  On the sixth day of Christmas, Santa hooked me up with the sexy sneer and a little inside scoop from the patron saint of homoerotic heels, Kid Vicious.  And yesterday, for the seventh day of Christmas, Santa brought me the aesthetically perfect superhuman back of competitive bodybuilder and pro wrestling fixture of my homoerotic wrestling fantasies, Lon Dumont.  Last night, for New Year’s Eve, things got crazy around Chez Bard as they do every year, but I’ll save that story for later. Because although my Christmas tree is now a major fire hazard, Santa came through once again with yet another homoerotic wrestling gift this morning!
“On the eighth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
My introduction to a certain sexy, Southern grappler has been like some of the sweetest, teasing foreplay ever.  First, I heard oblique reference to him from my 2nd day of Christmas gift.  Ben Monaco mentioned some newbie “with nipples to die for.”  Then I saw pics of him in advance of his debut release this fall, and I found myself already aroused at the sight of this delicious fresh meat for the BG East boys.  Then I saw him wrestle in Gazebo Grapplers 14, and while “meat” was still on my mind, the seriously sexy, ball bashing delight this newbie took in dishing out every inch of dominating humiliation as his opponent, Blaine Janus, made me completely reevaluate the erotic allure of this surprisingly eager young stud as more than just fodder for heels.  Then I had the distinct pleasure of interviewing him, and his incredibly quick wit, his relish for erotic wrestling, and his eagerness to suck the marrow out of his breakout opportunities at BG East were an incredible turn on!  Oh, and those nipples… Santa, I said, those nipples keep appearing in my dreams.  I’d love some personal, up close mementos of those tasty nips!  And for the eighth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me none other than some accommodating iPhone pics of the delectable lean bod and especially the sexy pecs and nips of one of BG East’s newest erotic combatants, Mason Brooks. 
Is this a weird request, Mason?
“Frankly, I think it’d be weirder if you didn’t want a close up of my nipples,” he replied.

Mason Brooks looks so, so sexy in his winter pajamas… mattress wrestling, anyone?!

Mason slaps the goods down on the countertop and snaps a pic of the nipples that drive opponents (and me) to distraction.

My personal favorite in the collection, Mason’s bulging shoulders and those meaty pecs insulated for the winter’s cold. Santa rocks, and Mason Brooks continues to rise in my erotic fascination as both a hot bodied hunk and a sexy stud who seems game for just about anything.  Thanks in advance for the wrestling fantasies to come in 2013, Mason!

On the Seventh Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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Honestly, I was not expecting my tenure on a big, bear daddy’s lap to be so productive (and I’m not talking about Santa’s unmistakable boner that he grew as I whispered my Christmas wish list in his ear).  For the first day of Christmas, big papa Nick brought me a photo shoot of Kid Karisma’s ass that still makes my knees buckle.  On the second day of Christmas, Santa brought me the big, furry pecs of Canuck rookie Ben Monaco flexing especially for me.  On the third day, he brought me the steel muscled legs of Steel Muscle God to enshrine and worship.  On the fourth day of Christmas, Santa brought me a little wrestling romance in the form of some tender moments shared between the lovely royal couple of homoerotic wrestling, Skip Vance and Christian Taylor.  On the fifth day of Christmas, he brought me a very mouthwatering bulge of muscles that Darius can’t quite squeeze into his gear.  And on the sixth day, Santa shocked the pants off of me (literally) by not only finally getting me in touch with Kid Vicious, who’s been in my sights for an interview for over 6 months, but also sending some late breaking insider news of upcoming KV releases as well as some of the choicest shots of that outstanding cum-inducing sneer on the Vicious One’s face! Clearly, I’ve been a very, very good boy, and if this sort of haul is what I get for just sitting on the big man’s lap, next year I’ll offer to polish his North Pole!  What else could make these 12 days of Christmas as titillating as the first 7?
“On the seventh day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
I had an instant and non-stop crush on a certain Nor’easter pro wrestler turned homoerotic ring god from the moment I saw the camera fade in on the sight of him flexing in the BG East ring in preparation for his first match with the company.  There’s not an inch on this man that fails to turn me on, and not an inch I wouldn’t like to see a whole lot more of!  But I have to admit, that afternoon at the mall that I sat on Santa’s lap, I had just seen Tag Team Torture 15 and drooled all over myself when I saw this certain competitive bodybuilder turn his back to the camera and flex his insanely shredded back as he nearly ripped the head off of his completely outmatched musclebunny face opponent.  With that toasty image fresh on my mind, I included on my wish list a little pro wrestling bodybuilder fix, and on the seventh day of Christmas, I found under my quickly shedding tree none other than the current top contender to spank my first day of Christmas present, showing off the anatomy chart of back that could belong to no one other than Lon Dumont!
First, a shot of Lon’s brutally striated back muscles on stage, tanned and oiled, and making the judges gasp.
Then an up close pic of of the superhuman proportions and conditioning that leave me quivering in a pool of body fluids.  These wings can fly, my friends, and this testament to fierce perseverance and a singular focus on physical perfection, when paired with the snarling, trash talking mouth and unparalleled sell of a seasoned pro wrestler, is what makes me president of the Lon Dumont fan club and devotedly grateful to Santa and Lon for making this particular wish come true!
And just because Lon is a outrageously generous as he is scorchingly hot, he also sent along this jaw dropping shot of his serratus and obliques to drain me that much drier.  Damn, I need a job as this man’s pro-tan applicator!
And in case you haven’t seen those luscious latissimus dorsi doing what they do best, here they are making musclebunny Jake Jenkins scream like a bitch in Tag Team Torture 15 (a MUST own, LD fans)!  POW!

On the Sixth Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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The bear daddy in red and white has been hooking me up like never before in my life!  On the first day of Christmas, he brought me Kid Karisma’s picture perfect ass.  On the second day of the season, he brought me Ben Monaco’s flexed pecs.  On the third day, he brought Steel Muscle God’s mammoth legs.  On the fourth day, I had adorable Christian Taylor and Skip Vance under my tree.  And yesterday, it was every imaginable angle of Darius’ muscle-stuffed trunks!  But I had so much on my list this year…  So Santa, I said, I’ve been working for half a year to coax Kid Vicious into getting on the line with me and giving me an interview.  Good god, just one of his sneers in my general direction would make me pop my cork! 

“On the sixth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
I’m officially a devotee of St. Nick now that I received both a couple of choice Kid Vicious sneers and a personal message from the Vicious One promising me that he’ll consider an interview in ’13… if it suits him.  And since I’m jonesin’ so hard for that magic that Kid Vicious does like absolutely no one else, he dangled the teaser that he’s about to appear in a brand new match in the upcoming BG East catalog.  Oh, and by the way, his message added, there are about to be 6 of his favorite matches featuring the Vicious One doing what he does best, including that orgasm-inducing sneer of those sexy lips, released as part of the massive New Year’s 50% off limited-time only sale!  Oh, holy night, so much world class wrestling heel!
Kid Vicious assures me that this lingering, humiliating head scissors on Steve Ranger is one of his favorites.  Fuck me, that sneer as he smothers another chump in his crotch is a gift that just keeps giving!

Kid Vicious also relishes this shot of Matt Thorne choking on KV’s balls as the Vicious One watches him whither with his gorgeous lips curled. Thanks so much Kid Vicious, and please, please, please let’s do an interview in 2013!

And just to give a sneak peak at some of KV’s classic beatdowns available for a song…
The smile on KV’s face means gorgeous Derek da Silva is wailing in Ball Bash 1, part of the New Year’s sale.

KV coated in sweat and puckering up in anticipation of getting serviced by another  victim: available for half off as Gloved Gladiator’s 3: Buddy’s Workout

When the lips just start to curl, the humiliation has only begun. Just ask Steven Thomas who took all KV can dish out in Gut Bash 5, part of the New Year’s sale.
When KV cracks that smile, somebody’s guaranteed to be in agony, like Zach Zilver in Bootboy Brawl 3: Punk Punishment (available for a limited time for 50% off!)
The New Year’s Sale includes Squared Circle 5: Heel Initiation.  Look at the satisfaction on those lips!

On Sale Now: X-Fights 27: The Rookie and the Heel, featuring KV’s lips mastering the situation from every angle.

On the Fifth Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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To recap, on the first four days of Christmas a surprisingly game bear daddy of a Santa checked off 4 of my fondest Christmas wishes by bringing me crotch-warming candid pics of my very favorite assets of homoerotic wrestling favorites, namely Kid Karisma’s world class ass, Ben Monaco’s flexed, furry pecs, Steel Muscle God’s bone crushing legs, and a little wrestling romance shared between real life partners Christian Taylor and Skip Vance.  Santa’s readiness to fill my most lustful desires is turning me steadily into a hardcore mature bear daddy fan (at least seasonally)!  I was already adjusting my morning wood as I sprinted down the stairs this morning to find what Santa brought me for the fifth day of Christmas.  Oh, holy night of homoerotic wrestling wonders…!
“On the fifth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
Frankly, I had struggled to nail down precisely which assets to ask for when I was whispering in Santa’s ear my hearts desire for some personalized pic fantasies of a certain “Magnificent Black Muscle God” who’s had his sights set on testing the mettle of my third day of Christmas gift.  What’s not to obsessively lust over!?  Finally, I just stammered, “Everything that he stuffs in his trunks.”  Santa nodded and winked like the knowing horndog he is, and this morning I discovered the big man set me up on this fifth day of Christmas with a montage of pretty much every angle of the most mouthwatering muscles of all stuffed inside a lovely variety of gear squeezed onto the pounding physique of BG East’s muscle star, Darius!
Tie a bow on that gorgeous purple-wrapped package!

Next Christmas I’m asking for the trunks!
The wrapping may change color, but that Yule Log remains stunningly gorgeous!
Holy fucking Christmas miracle!  Please, oh please Santa, next deliver those glutes sitting on the face of a wrestling opponent!!!
I have to think that should Darius show up in the BG East ring wearing this gear, he’ll bring opponents to their knees!

There is no angle from which Darius’ tastiest muscles fail to make me swoon!

The proportions on Darius bring a tear to my eye!
What a wondrous sight: Darius’ muscles laid out so vulnerably once an opponent has sleepered him out cold!

A special Christmas wish granted: a private wrestling pic of Darius massive bulge helplessly on display.
Darius is another new friend of this blog in 2012 who loves pleasing his fans nearly as much as he loves testing all of those massive muscles against a wrestling opponent.  And like Santa, Darius’ generosity blows me away with both lust and gratitude!  Hope to see much more of you in 2013, Darius!
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On the Fourth Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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One of the sexiest fantasies come true for me in 2012 was the revelation that two of BG East’s wrestlers were, in real life, long-time lovers and partners.  Skip Vance and Christian Taylor won the reader’s poll as Mr. and Mr. Valentine’s Day Wrestling Couple of 2012 and really, was there any competition?  When I had the opportunity to interview Skip, he filled in additional dizzyingly hot details, including the fact that it was Christian who introduced Skip to homoerotic wrestling after they’d been dating a while.  The end of 2012 has been a rough one on these reigning royal couple of homoerotic wrestling, however, with a nasty flare up of Skip’s Crohn’s disease putting the champion jobber in the hospital for a serious surgery.  Today’s a banner day, however, both here at neverland and in the Taylor/Vance household.  It’s a banner today here at neverland because that horny toad bear daddy Santa came through with another wish on my Christmas list: some sweet pics from the lives of the hottest wrestling couple reigning.  It’s a good day in the Taylor/Vance household because Skip got to finally head home from his extended stay in the hospital, to be nursed back to health by what has to be just about the sexiest, tall drink of water to nurse a homoerotic wrestling lover back to health ever!
“On the fourth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
So it seems like there are a lot of Christmas wishes getting fulfilled today.  Fans of the reigning royal couple of homoerotic wrestling who want to help retire Skip and Christian’s medical debt can make even more wishes come true by donating here.  And I’m incredibly happy for both Skip and Christian today, but I have to admit that I’m also very selfishly self-satisfied that on the fourth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me a few sweet glimpses into the off-the-mats world of the sexiest couple in homoerotic wrestling, Skip Vance and Christian Taylor.
You can fulfill your own Christmas wish by pre-booking with either or both of these boys for a wrestling match later in 2013!
Skip reports that he’d  much, much rather be getting tortured mercilessly by Jonny Firestorm than coping with the pain of another Crohn’s flare up.
Adorable Skip is ready to get back into his peak physical conditioning in order to return to the mats soon.
What a Christmas treat!  The reigning sexiest homoerotic wrestling couple ready to face down any challenge and all comers!  Santa, you rock, and Skip and Christian, I cannot wait to see the two of you work up a sweaty lather on the mats again in 2013!

On the Third Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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Just how good is this big, bearded bear-daddy in a red suit who promises me treats for being his good boy?  On the first day of Christmas, Santa brought me a truly jaw dropping wish come true in the form of an entire photo shoot of Kid Karisma’s glorious glutes shot especially for me!  On the second day of Christmas, Santa brought me another wish come true: Ben Monaco’s furry pecs flexed specifically to warm me up this festive season!  Okay, so I’m not ashamed to admit I high-tailed it downstairs to check under my tree this morning to see if the old elf was still checking my fondest fantasies off of my wish list.  Holy hell, yes indeed!  Another shot of ecstasy was waiting for me there pulled straight off the list I whispered in Santa’s ear as the horny bear-daddy popped wood with me on his lap.
“On the third day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
My friends, Santa’s got reach, because wrapped up with a bow under my tree this morning was a slice of heaven itself from Eastern Europe.  On the third day of Christmas, Santa brought to me not just a photo feature, but a whole profoundly arousing series of pics of knee-bucklingly sexy legs sent to me personally from recurring wrestling fantasyman and divinely sculpted muscle worship object of lust, Steel Muscle God!
SMG’s tree trunks encased in spandex… never has so little visible skin topped me off so satisfyingly!

SMG has been pounding the hell out of his legs lately, and watching their mass and definition grow steadily has made these beauties stars of my wet dreams lately!
These steel muscles wrapped around a wrestling opponent are erotic wrestling perfection!
Heads, torsos, stray limbs of any sort… there’s nothing that won’t instantly make me hard once it’s trapped in this divine steel trap.

Just a little fur and mountains of layered quad muscles make these legs one of the sweetest Christmas gifts I’ve ever received.  Santa, you’re an angel, and SMG, you are an infinitely generous muscle god!

On the Second Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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My gift from Santa in celebration of the first day of Christmas thawed my cynical heart and, more importantly, set my lust afire with the wonder of not one but several private photos from Kid Karisma, featuring his perfect ass posed especially for my enjoyment.   What a wonder to behold!  And yet, I have to confess, I had to question that from my long list of lustful desires, I had only received one, albeit miraculously hot, item under my tree.  Despite the jaw dropping beauty of that last shot of Kid K’s naked gorgeousness, I found myself doubting efficaciousness of whispering my secret longings into the ear of a white-haired bear-daddy with a slight smell of onion about him.  Still, I kept the tree up, and good thing, too.  Because Santa’s not yet done with me this season!

“On the second day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…” 
Santa got word to a new friend to neverland in 2012, a certain hotsprings Canadian by the name of Ben Monaco, who, to celebrate the second day of Christmas, sent me not just the one that I asked for, but two crotch-warming pics of his beautifully hairy pecs to cuddle up with on a cold winter’s night.
Ben’s beefy, furry pecs certainly chase the chill away! 

Claw them or get smothered in them?  Either way, Bard is one very happy boy! Thanks again, Santa, and thanks to his furry helper from the great white North!

On the First Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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About a third of the world is of the variety to celebrate Christmas, which seems neither here nor there with regard to this blog.  However, I’m never one to pass up the opportunity to sit on a big, burly, mature bear’s lap and ask for goodies that I’ve done absolutely nothing to deserve.  So I found the nearest mall Santa about a week ago.  He had a real beard, but his breath smelled like onions, so the illusion was a little ruined for me.  However, when he asked if I’d been a good boy, I crossed my fingers and swore up and down that I was an angel all year.  Thus assured, he went for the money shot: “So what would you like for Christmas this year, little boy?”  At precisely the moment that the mall photographer snapped a shot of the two of us, I proceeded to describe in specific detail my list of lustful obsessions.  Santa got awful quiet.  His face turned a little rosier than usual.  I have no idea how often he gets requests for candid shots of homoerotic wrestlers showing off their best (and my favorite) assets especially for me.  I thought the old guy might have been a little scandalized, but I swear  to Jack Frost that Santa sprouted wood (and sitting on his lap, I should know!).  Santa patted my balding head gently with a bit of a dazed and befuddled look in his eyes.  He didn’t even say goodbye!  I walked away with no promises made and perhaps just a little anxiety that I was about to be chased off the property.  However, I was not led away in handcuffs by a big, burly mall cop (perhaps that’ll be on next year’s wish list).  Like so many fantasies of magical thinking, I woke up this morning prepared for my dreams to be shattered.  And then, to what did my wondering eyes should appear, but possibly the sexiest Christmas gift… ever!  Santa came through, and BIG time!  On the first day of Christmas I got the very first item on my wish list!

“On the first day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”

From Santa to me, via my long-reigning #1 favorite homoerotic wrestler (who is as generous as he is dizzingly sexy!), the first day of Christmas brought me a photo shoot starring one of the (or just the?) sexiest asses on the planet which belongs to, of course, perfectly naughty erotic wrestler Kid Karisma.

I must have been a very, very good boy!

Santa, BABY! 

Clearly Santa and Kid Karisma know exactly what’s on my list of favorite things!
Sexiest sight on the planet: Singlet straps off the shoulders and sliding down Kid Karisma’s world class ass! 
Seriously, I asked for “a candid pic of Kid K showing his ass just for me,” but Santa brought me an entire Kid K ass montage!
And gravy on top: Kid K sharing a gratuitous shot of his 8-pack and tree trunks!  I’m feeling extremely warm and toasty right now!
Oh… my… god!  Yes, without a doubt, I believe in Santa… and I just had an extremely messy Christmas  morning wank! Thank you (a thousand times) Santa and his #1 sexy helper, Kid Karisma!

Living the Dream

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For my final installment reflecting on Drake Marcos’ recent trip BG East’s south compound, let me start by reporting that Drake responded to my last post by pointing out that his brutal humiliation at the hands of the Boss was not what it took to “try to break into the ranks of BG East,” since he’s already broken into those ranks.  Duly noted, and I’m also noting young Drake is sounding more and more like a cocky stud with something to prove… aka, a homoerotic wrestler on the rise!  The last set of pics Drake sent capture a sense of the recurring story I’ve been picking up from BG East wrestlers through several interviews I’ve had the opportunity to conduct over the past couple of years.  As hot and bothered the action gets on camera, these boys have a wonderful time together as they make this magic happen.  I think it may have been in my interview with extraordinary classic jobber, Ken Canada, the the phrase esprit de corps was used to describe the camaraderie and sincere delight the boys of BG East share with one another as part of the creative process.  From that now-familiar ear-to-ear grin on the Cheshire Cat of homoerotic wrestling, young Drake found the behind-the-scenes moments in Florida incredibly enjoyable.  Again, thanks Drake for documenting this dream-come-true and letting us vicariously join you for this incredibly sexy journey!
Drake & Jonny Firestorm both look simply adorable
Kid Vicious looks like he’s deciding whether or not to eat Drake whole (I vote yes)
Ripped rookie hunk Ray Naylor and Drake in a sweet embrace

Drake and pro stud puppy Tim Messina look cozy!
Was it handsome Lobolito that put those bruises on Drake’s pecs!

Is being a BG East wrestler a blast?  Austin Cooper gives a thumbs up.

Living the Dream

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Drake Marcos sent a bevy of pics from his recent trip to Florida to tape more matches for BG East.  The Boss himself commented on the pages of this blog, alerting us that he took some of the photos himself, including the naked sunbathing shots of Drake from my recent post, as well as the Boss alluding to some shots he took when he and Drake “found themselves alone.”  What does the Boss and a lovely, eager newbie trying to build his skills in homoerotic wrestling get up to when they find themselves alone?

KL documents Drake’s humiliation from on top (where else?)
Wrestling!  I had to go back to Drake and just clarify.  Yes, indeed, Kid Leopard not only kicked the kid’s ass forward, backward, sideways and upside down.  In KL fashion, he also contemptuously demonstrated his complete mastery of Drake by reaching over, grabbing the kid’s camera out of his bag, and shooting these shots while they wrestled!
KL’s souvenir from his private tutoring session: photographic proof of Drake’s destruction
I’m not sure exactly why it is that fact turns me on so hard, but it does.  The domination is so incredibly hot!  The Cheshire Cat’s smile that seems permanently planted across Drake’s face when conscious fades to nothing as the master puts him down for the count.  Not only can KL bash him senseless and sleeper him out cold with his heel grinding mercilessly into Drake’s crotch.  He also leisurely snaps a shot looking down at Drake’s sublime humiliation.
KL demonstrates for Drake how far he has yet to go in mastering the art of homoerotic wrestling domination
So this is what constitutes “training” for newbies at BG East!  Learning submission holds the hard way and documenting their abject humiliation?  Sounds about right to me!  Now my next question is what did young Drake learn from this private tutoring session that will inform his next outings in front of the BG East cameras?  Damn, damn, damn this is hot!  The only thing missing is a shot of KL planting his ass across the newbie’s face in total victory!
Once again, Drake proves his devotion to both homoerotic wrestling and his fans by sharing the painful, thrilling, humiliating journey of trying to break into the ranks of BG East.