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I'm a gay man with an active imagination.

Chasing Rio

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JoshH gave me a heads up that Rio Garza, who competes in fitness competitions as Alan Valdez, won the Model Universe 2012 Overall title last week! Our little boy is all grown up, and just like legions of homoerotic wrestling fans, the fitness model world can’t take their eyes off of Rio’s ripped, gorgeous body. 

Reports are that Rio/Alan longs to be the most successful Mexican fitness model in history. While I’m no expert, I have to guess that he can check that box as he hoists his Model Universe trophy overhead. His proportions and fitness, particularly when he’s ripped, are superhuman! I’d expect to see a physique like this in the Louvre, or reclining in a toga on Mr. Olympus, so a Model Universe competition victory for this smoldering beauty seems somehow anti-climactic.

JoshH has mentioned to me often what an epic score it was for homoerotic wrestling fans when lovely Rio dipped his suckable toes into our corner of the pool. If you’ve lived under a rock for the past 3 or 4 years, you may not know that he’s wrestled for Rock Hard Wrestling (as Ray Martinez), for BG East, and for Can-Am. He’s featured in the just-past BG East catalog getting caught up in between some tough daddy-cub conflict in his self-titled Rio’s Bad Day. Rio’s Revenge is still on the list of “most popular titles” for Can-Am. Mr. Model Universe 2012 at the mercy of sadistic underground wrestlers putting on the show for gay eyes is, without a doubt, quite a score for homoerotic wrestling fans!

Cameron and Paul make Rio reconsider if he really wants to be a pro wrestler!

While Rio is living large on the stage of his fitness competition life, his journey through homoerotic wrestling products has been a tougher row to hoe.  It’s no wonder that every sadistic bastard in wrestling can’t wait to get their hands on his award winning physique. “Pretty” can be like a giant red target on the lickable ass of a fitness model, and muscleman lovely Rio is dripping with pretty.  Put him in the room with a couple of high flying indy pro veterans like Cameron Mathews and Paul Hudson, and just sit back and wait for the double team pec claw and neck breaker combo to bring godlike Rio to screaming, humiliated submission.

Rio shoves his lust for revenge in Jobe Zander’s face.

I’ve complained about Rio often not quite striking a selling combo of erotic and wrestling to fully satisfy my homoerotic wrestling fetish. However, his more recent appearances are scratching an itch that I’ve long longed for an ambitious Mexican fitness model to scratch. Exacting revenge on frequent tormentor Jobe Zander, the Latino adonis’ schoolboy pin, slapping down his junk on the throat of the notorious heel, is poignant homoerotic character development for an innocent, naive poser like Rio.  It seems like Jobe has finally, finally, finally awakened the beast, and whether Rio ends up on top or not, a fitness model flex with his balls dangling in his opponent’s face can feed my hunger for quite a while!

Sweaty Rio opens wide for dominating muscle god, Kid Karisma.

There’s probably nothing tastier for my taste buds than the first sight I caught of Rio wrestling, on the receiving end of a schoolboy pin this time, with the battering ram of my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler, ripped red-headed musclegod Kid Karisma resting on his chin, in BG East’s Undagear 15. Rio’s wrestling “prowess” back then wasn’t what was yanking my chain, and the confrontation earned nothing but dripping contempt from the Karismatic one, whose tastes and opinions I tend to follow with somewhat worshipful adoration.  But the visual contrast of these two fantasy men, with rippling Rio coated in sweat and flat on his back with his jock-strapped ass cheeks vulnerably spread at the mercy of Kid K’s flexing physique does all sorts of wonderful things for me. With “legitimate” mainstream fame under his belt, I have to wonder if new release Rio’s days are numbered. Likely, they already were, I imagine, as the producers of new content dip into their unreleased catalog to keep muscle-in-trouble fans sated with suffering Rio. While his homoerotic wrestling career left me flipping through other pages at points, I whole heartedly agree with JoshH on two points: homoerotic wrestling fans were lucky to see his likes performing our fantasies, and he deserves a hearty congratulations and best wishes for more modeling successes to continue. Keep flexing, Rio!

Family Drama… the Most Brutal Drama of All!

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I’ve recently put pen to page for the first time in months, writing new homoerotic wrestling fiction. The break in this long dry spell feels like a fresh spring shower. It’ll probably be a while before I have something in shape to publish, but in the mean time, Alex has written a piece especially for the Producer’s Ring that has me dizzy with delight.  For those who don’t know, the Producer’s Ring is a creation of mine, comprised of a universe in which geopolitical power has been subsumed under the elites of the entertainment-industrial complex.  The most powerful man on earth is Eli Brody, who makes all of the most important decisions in casting the hunks of entertainment by relying on homoerotic wrestling competitions. It’s a quirky universe formed out of my own kinks and fantasies, pitting celebrity muscles against one another in ranging degrees of explicit erotic competition. One of the more explicit venues in the Producer’s Ring is the series of “Focus Group” matches, set in a Seattle bathhouse. With an all-gay, sexed up audience looking on, celebrities desperate to demonstrate that they’ve got what it takes to win fans battle in nothing but a terrycloth towel (though I don’t think anyone has managed to keep their towel on through an entire match). “Winning” is as much about inspiring the sexual fantasies of the Focus Group as it is about coming out on top in the bare naked physical confrontation.  It’s been a while since I’ve posted a new story to Producer’s Ring, but yesterday I had the pleasure of publishing a Focus Group match written by Alex.

Chris Hemworth dripping wet.

Alex has done a fantastic job of capturing the quirks and idiosyncrasies of the Producer’s Ring, and he’s written a stunningly sexy brother-on-brother Focus Group confrontation between Chris and Liam Hemsworth.  As if in reply, the Chris Hemsworth PR machine (in the real-life universe) just allowed Thor to be captured soaking wet and ripped to shreds wrapped in terrycloth at the beach.

Chris makes terrycloth look so good!

Chris made me a believer in packing on the beef for his divinely hot superhero performances. That  body!  6’3″ and stacked like a comic book superhero, this blond bombshell inspires an infinite supply of homoerotic wrestling fantasies in my imagination. But when I heard that Chris has an aspiring actor “little” brother who’s also 6’3″ and a tasty side of beef, my brother-on-brother fetish was absolutely tweaked. “Little” Liam is nowhere near the muscle boy that his big (BIG) brother is, but hell yeah! I’d lick him from head to toe and make him forget Billy Ray’s daughter with an over-the-knee backbreaker blow job any day of the week!

“Little” Liam Hemsworth looks to follow in his brother’s footsteps?

Thor, the Huntsman… Chris is clearly a rising stock in Hollywood. But so is Liam. The little Hemsworth got oiled up and eroticized in his breakout role opposite now-fiance’ Miley, and he’s riding a PR bulldozer in the franchise of Hunger Games. Hollywood could very well be big enough for two sexy-beast Aussie brothers, of course. But in the Producer’s Ring? Highly unlikely!

Liam glows with a sheen of sweat and perky nips.

Alex’ Focus Group match tells a story that my homoerotic wrestling imagination is aching for: Hemsworth v Hemsworth. Terrycloth towels (only briefly) wrapped around their waists… stimulated bathhouse gayboys watching on and working up a wave of passion… big, beautiful muscle on big, beautiful muscle! A backstory of hard feelings that always arise from the bullying of big brothers makes this a fantastic drama and a outrageously sexy combat.

Liam prepares for the mind games of the Producer’s Ring.

Love, love, love this match! Alex has permission to write for Producer’s Ring anytime! As for me, having watched Hunger Games and only read the first book, I just have to scratch my head and wonder what magic Liam is smuggling in his trunks to make his character in Games the leading man choice over gorgeously and adorably nerdilicious hunk with a superhero square jaw, Josh Hutcherson.

I’d kick a Hemsworth to the curb for a shot at this alpha dog!

I smell a grudge match shaping up!

Victory is Mine!

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Regular readers have heard me bitching and whining about my work life for years now. I’ve been wrestling with a bear of a job that leaves me underpaid and my labor generally exploited by others. However, I’m ecstatic to report that the mammoth project that has been weighing me down and distracting me from the great fun of posting more here and writing more homoerotic wrestling fiction has come to a thrilling conclusion. I took some vicious attacks along the way, but as of today, I have wrestled the mother fucker to his back, pinned his chin beneath my crotch, and slapped down a crowing, lingering, humiliating 3-count pin in the middle of the ring.

Shoulders pinned, leg hooked, crotch hovering at chin-level…

The size and scope of this exhausting victory cannot be overstated. I’m poised to start a new job in a few weeks, which will include an epic promotion and huge jump in compensation. I will be moving across the country in the mean time, so my availability to post around here will likely continue to be spotty. But life is good, gentlemen!

“One!…
…two!…
…three, you son of a bitch! You’re ass is mine!”

Superhero Sisyphus

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Alex Adamov as Sisyphus gets a purchase on Cole Cassidy’s ass in his struggle to rise to his feet in Old School Meets New

Yesterday, I waxed philosophical about the existential implications of a homoerotic wrestler struggling to climb up to his feet, dragging himself up inch by inch holding onto his opponent’s muscles. In a happy coincidence, I just posted a new story on behalf of Alex that features just this fantastic element, as a superhero in trouble struggles on his knees in front of his villainous opponent.

Drew Russell strains to climb Mt. Cole in Florida Fights 4

This 3rd chapter in The Cave series by Alex is climactic in every sense of the word! Holy crap, I needed IV fluids to make it through the end of the match, in which pornstar wrestler Cody, whose wrestling alter-ego is The Bat, is shocked to his core to face his arch-nemesis, Bane.

I’ve heaped praise on Alex’s writing in the past, so I won’t belabor the obvious. Alex’s writing is beautifully artful, his storytelling is compelling, and his homoerotic wrestling imagination is mindblowingly hot! If you’ve read the first 2 chapters of The Cave, get yourself to the Sidelineland collection and find yourself some private time to enjoy the culmination of this erotic trilogy. If you haven’t read the first 2 chapters, do that first before you head to chapter 3… but pace yourself. This is potent, sexy, truly homoerotic fantasy fantastic!

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Sisyphus

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In Greek mythology, Sisyphus was cursed to eternally push a boulder up a mountain, only to see it roll back down the mountain each time he reached the top. Drawing from the myth of Sisyphus, existentialist philosopher Camus wrote about the absurdity of the search for meaning in an essentially meaningless world. Like Sisyphus, Camus argued, we are trapped within the futile task of seeking divinity and eternal truths, only to have our convictions tumble down over and over.  We are destined to repeatedly learn that what seems so important to us at any given moment is, ultimately, hollow and pointless.
Battered Coop climbs inch by inch up Diego’s long, luscious body.
As I wrestle a boulder up my own mountain, wondering if there’s any point to it all, it reminds me of the potently erotic moment in some of my favorite homoerotic wrestling matches when a bashed hunk peels himself up off the mat to look up at the dominating beast staring down at him impassively. This drama shows up in most Cole Cassidy matches and several Kid Vicious crushings.  Most recently, my heart nearly beat out of my chest when I watched cocky goldenboy Austin Cooper crawl, inch by inch, up the infinitely long legs of 6’3″ giant Diego Diaz, climbing up the Latino sex-bomb’s legs as Diego leers down at him, just waiting for him to reach his feet only to slam him back down to the mat once again.  Of course, there’s the homoeroticism of the catcher’s face suggestively traversing his opponent’s crotch. And undoubtedly, there’s the drama of whether the beaten man is battered sufficiently to prevent him from launching a vicious attack on the standing hunk’s vulnerability wagging in his face. But I’m captured by this moment for the melodrama, as well, the mythological scope of the scene as a once-invulnerable muscleman keeps climbing in the face of futility. As the pitcher watches impassively from above, allowing his crushee to use his frame as a handhold, to hang from him in his weakness, to lean on him, clutching his muscles for borrowed strength, I’m most moved when the fates are irresistible, and the struggling climber is destined to just barely reach the apex of his journey up his opponent’s body only to be slammed back down to start the futile journey all over again.  Sure, it may be a bleak assessment of the human condition, but it’s one seriously hot scene in homoerotic wrestling, as hunky Sisyphus sweats his way up the mountain, inch by exhausted inch, destined to go tumbling down over and over again.
Cole is uncharacteristically Sisyphus to Chris Bruce’s mountainous muscles
in Demolition 10.
Cole squeezes Chris’s powerful thighs as he climbs up the
classic muscleman’s waiting, glistening body.
Just as Cole reaches the summit, Chris scoops him up…
…parades him helplessly and hopelessly around the ring…
…and flings him back to the mat from where he started. 
Then Cole starts the long journey up the mountain once again….

Big Ben

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It’s not like I’m subtle. I practically beg for interviews with homoerotic wrestling hunks! I’ve got favorite classics who I’ve long harbored a crazy longing to chat up, but I’m nothing short of tickled (in that hot, pinned down and tortured way) to have a sexy, fresh rookie agree to go on the record as well. When I discovered that BG East new hottie, Ben Monaco, reads the pages of this blog, it took me about a quarter of a second to get my interview request out. Big Ben amiably agreed, and he charmingly calls me “Mr. Bard” (which makes me think for just a moment that he’s talking to my dad), so I’ve quickly settled firmly down on the side of being a Ben Monaco fan! Getting a little back story does nothing but make me eager to see more of what this sexy, sweaty slammer has in store for his BG East career!
5’10”, 175 lbs., Ben Monaco

Bard: So Ben, I’m excited to learn that you’re a neverland reader! Welcome to neverland and to homoerotic wrestling.

Ben: Why thank you Mr. Bard, always liked your writing style and enjoy your analysis of the matches and wrestlers you write about.

Bard: Hey, thanks! I’m honored! So I have to start where you left off at the end of your debut match with BG East. That kiss planted on fellow rookie Alex Arias is dizzyingly hot! Alex seems to want to fight it off, but I swear we watch him melt underneath you as you hold the back of his head firmly in your hand and plant your mouth across his. Damn that’s a hot finish! What was going through your mind as you celebrated your first match victory so passionately?

Alex Arias melts from the press of Ben’s offense.

Ben: Of course, yes, lots of things were going through my mind at the time. This was my first match released on BG East’s website and also, chronologically speaking, the first match I filmed for them! Naturally, there was a bunch of nervousness at first, but in the end, I was focused on having a bit of fun with my little opponent…figured the BG East fans would like it…after they knew who I was of course.

Bard: You certainly made a big impression on me! What a way to introduce yourself to BG East fans, not to mention the disarming treat it clearly is for your opponent. What’s your wrestling background? Your first match appeared in a product called “Mat Rookies,” but already you seem awfully confident on the BG East mats.

Ben: My background is actually very, very limited! Unlike a lot of the roster there, I have no formal training in submission wrestling, pro or otherwise. I actually only began wrestling my very first matches back in August 2011! Of course, before that I was already an avid fan of BG East and gay-wrestling in general. So a lot of what I know to do I owe to the various guys who I’ve wrestled as well BG East’s talented coaches Jonny Firestorm, Kid Vicious and Kid Leopard of course.

Bard: So you were already a homoerotic wrestling fan before you wrestled for BG East?

Ben: Yes, I was a big fan of BG East and still am to this day. Wrestling has always been a big turn on for me so the homoeroticism comes quite naturally when you’ve got a hot opponent in front of you!

Bard: Where did BG East find you?

Ben: My “day job” makes me travel around a lot between four cities: Toronto, Ottawa, Quebec City and Montreal (my home). I ended up wrestling a guy in Toronto that I met on globalfight on one of my frequent layovers. We had tried on several occasions to meet, but there was always a scheduling thing that went wrong. After a good solid month of back-and-forth “I’m not available that day but are you free on that day?” messages, we finally met at the start of 2012. As we finished our first match he asked me if I knew about BG East. “Of course!” was my answer. He then told me that he personally knew the guys in charge (Vicious and Leopard) and thought that I should meet/talk with them about filming.

At first, I thought he must be joking! How could I, a new kid on the wrestling block, be considered BG East material? I had only been wrestling for 4 months or so! Nevertheless, I agreed to let him send some of our match pictures to the BG East bosses. Within a week I was chatting with Kid Leopard about potentially flying down to Florida to film, by the end of January it was all confirmed and by the second week of February I was down south shooting my first matches.

Bard: Sounds like a fantastic adventure! Being so new to the game, what is it that motivates you to step onto the mats in your underwear, cameras rolling, and work up a bucket of sexy sweat as you put your ass on the line?

All that sweat requires Ben to squeeze tighter!

Ben: Well first off, it isn’t always underwear [laughing]. There’s actually a lot of different gear BG East fans will get to see me in when my future matches are released. What motivates me? Have you seen the BG East roster lately? That’s all the motivation I need! I practically passed out when Kid Leopard told me who was going to be in Florida with me for the shoot! And as for the buckets of sweat, that just comes naturally. One of my well-known opponents even commented “Finally! Someone who sweats as much as I do!” It does make some holds a bit tricky to apply though…

Bard: Count me among the fans of dripping sweat on a wrestler! I also adore the sound of Alex whimpering as you control him in the long, agonizing series of scissors you squeeze him in. There’s an almost inaudible gasp and withering whine that you milk right out of him that I find astonishingly sexy. I also remember you telling Alex that you wanted to hear him scream, which you proceeded to make him do. What’s it like for you to play an opponent like that?

Ben: Oh well that’s just a lot of fun! When I beat a guy down, I love making him beg and plead for me to release the hold or end the match. I can be a pretty nasty little heel when I want. But don’t be fooled by my first match, I’ve gotten my ass handed to me many times in the past by bigger AND smaller opponents. Little guys, I’ve found out, can pack quite the punch too.

Bard: Before I saw Mat Rookies, I was first attracted to your hot, hairy pecs from your pictures on the BG East website. But after watching your match, I have to say it’s a toss up between your powerful legs and that lovely mouth of yours that are at the top of my list. When it comes to your body, what part is your pride and joy?

Pumped for action!

Ben: Honestly, that’s a tough one. I used to be fairly out of shape in my younger years. I’m 27 and have only been working out regularly since I was 22. Back then I was a shapeless mass of flabby flesh. Thanks to hard work and good personal trainers, I finally have a bit of a shape to show off in wrestling gear! My pecs actually, if I have to name one part, are probably what I’m most proud of since they’re a fairly recent addition to my frame. I used to have a flat chest until I discovered the magic of a decline bench press. Within a few weeks I was bouncing my pecs proudly! The next challenge training-wise is to get bigger arms! I love arms on a guy and am dying to get mine growing even more than they have!

Bard: You’re clearly a long way down the path to pounding out a powerful, very sexy body! Who else at BG East would you like to pin to the mat with your lips? From the current roster of wrestlers, who would you like to dominate next?

Ben: Hmmmm…that would be a long, long list! Can’t I just have them line up and just try each one until I’m satisfied?

Bard: Absolutely! That sounds like golden concept for a BG East series! I certainly understand where you’re coming from. But if you had to choose where to start…?

Ben: Well, if I have to pick some guys from the current roster that I would gladly pin down and dominate with my lips…Kieran Dunne, Braden Charron, Darius, Eddie Rey, Patrick Donovan all make the short list among many, many others…next question! I’m getting horny [laughing].

Kieran Dunne is first on Ben’s list to pin with a lip lock.

Bard: You and me both! If you had to lose, and with the caliber of wrestlers at BG East that seems like it’s always a possibility for even the most experienced veterans, who wouldn’t you mind losing to? From the current roster or the from the classics, who would you pick to be the one to dominate you and what would they do with you once they’d beaten you?

Brad Rochelle can turn Ben into his
“little wrestling slave”

Ben: Given my limited experience, I’m sure a lot of the BG Boys will be having their way with me in future matches! But if I had to pick just one from current or classics, hands down it has to be the ever-gorgeous Brad Rochelle. That guy can dominate me any time any place! He can turn me into his little wrestling slave if he wants! I don’t care! Brad Rochelle….yummy.

Bard: Brad Rochelle is the right answer to just about any question, I think! Yummy, indeed! So, back to sexy little Alex Arias. He looked seriously pissed to be dominated by you, but once you locked your lips on him there at the end of taping, he seemed to finally, reluctantly, despite himself concede that he was yours. Were there any hard feelings off camera afterward? Anything else “hard” off camera that you’d be willing to talk about?

Ben: Nah! No hard feelings between us! Alex is a great guy as are all the BG Boys that I met down in Florida. There are no hard feelings after the matches because we know that we’re all part of the same little family and we’re doing these matches because we LOVE wrestling! As for other…hard things off camera. Well, we’ll leave that to the imagination of the viewers.

After some sweaty pain and suffering, there are no hard feelings.

Bard: My imagination is definitely up to that challenge! The boys at BG East seem to really pride themselves on recruiting the best and treating their wrestlers well. Would you recommend other aspiring wrestlers check them out?

Ben: Absolutely! After having fought for them in February I’ve come to one conclusion: when BG East calls you down for a match, you go. Period. Forget whatever hang-ups you have, you only live once! They are amazing, friendly, kind generous guys who go out of their way to make you feel at ease and welcome among their ranks. On top of that, you get to meet and fight with all kinds of hot guys you only ever dreamed of meeting!

Soaked in sweat, Ben looks stunning reveling in victory!

Bard: Well, you’re now officially in that cadre of hunks appearing in the personal fantasies of many a homoerotic wrestling fan! Your work on the mat against Alex Arias and your obvious enthusiasm for homoerotic wrestling are truly a delight! Anything else you’d like to say to neverland readers who were impressed with your Mat Rookies introduction to BG East fans?

Ben: Stay tuned for some more matches and feel free to let me know what you’d like to see in the future! I’m always happy to hear what fans have to say! Look me up on GF or GnG under the profile Namarian!

The Plot Thickens

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While I’ve been on hiatus, Alex has been diligently continuing to produce some of the best written homoerotic wrestling fiction I’ve ever read! Earlier today I posted his latest chapter in The Cave series, in which we catch a glimpse of the complex mind and hidden motivations of The Bat’s version of Alfred, aka Ryan.

Chapter 1 left us all curious as to Ryan’s backstory and, potentially, his “front” story as the drama in The Cave continues to unfold. First, we get a first hand account of a behind doors scene from chapter 1, in we discover just what went down between Ryan and ripped Riddler nasty boy, Josh.

Chapter 2, however, not only gives us the highly provocative details of the altercation between Ryan and Josh, but a full-on wrestling fantasy match starring one of the hottest torsos I think I’ve ever seen (attached to a terribly pretty hunk who goes by Max). Max is one tough son of a bitch, and the combination of vicious heel and painfully pretty muscleman is one guaranteed to get my heart pumping!

Cody, aka “The Bat,” appears to have a blind date with destiny. He seems to have no idea what’s waiting for him around the corner, but thanks to Alex, we can start to guess just how villainous the drama is about to turn for one cloaked superhero with a super-sized cock. I’m aching with anticipation!

For this series and others written by an assortment of talented homoerotic wrestling fiction contributors, and to contribute your own, sign up for the Sidelineland group.

Still-Frame Fantasies

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I’ve been working my ass off so hard that the month of May is pretty much a wash when it comes to my favorite past-time: checking out new homoerotic wrestling releases. I’m just throwing in the towel and putting an asterisk in the homoerotic wrestler of the month competition for May 2012. The throne will remain empty for the month.  I have a strong suspicion that there will be a new title holder once June has played out, however. BG East has released Catalog 93, and it’s packed with some of my long time fantasyman crushes as well as more recent infatuations, any one of which could (and most of them have) easily bitchslapped the competition and claim the title. I’m also entranced with the hotness of new Rock Hard wrestler Britboy Will Stanley landing just in time for the queen’s diamond jubilee. Only 5 days into the month and based solely on still-frame fantasies, here are the immediate front runners for June’s title.
Denny Cartier crotch pins Joah Bindao

Denny’s back! Just the photos alone of hot Denny Cartier can tide me over, and in his Gazebo Grapplers 13 appearance he’s looking tastier than ever. Those eyes, that smile, the dimpled chin, wide strong shoulders, gorgeous chest, luscious ass, strong legs, and look at those forearms… all of that and some of the highest quality grappling I love, and Denny could easily be a 2-time homoerotic wrestler of the month. And hot little muscleman Joah Bindao is definitely a rising stock.

Jake Jenkins threatens to dismember Jayden Mayne
Gazebo Grapplers 13 is catching me eye from start to finish, including Jake Jenkins looking possibly hotter than I’ve ever seen. Is it the trunks? Is it that hot, “monkey boy” body? Is it that his eyes looking like he’s about to carve into Thanksgiving turkey as he stares down handsome scrapper, Jayden?  Jake’s done it once and could easily do it again, wrestling his way into another homoerotic wrestler of the month title.
Joshua Goodman’s crotch might choke out Christopher Bruce!

And yet another Gazebo Grapplers 13 match is turning my crank in still-frame! Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!) could read the phone book and I’d be off before he got to Aanerud (as long as he’s in nothing but those skimpy white trunks)! I’ve never seen a Mr. Joshua match that fails to make me weak in the knees, and pitting him against perennial powerhouse and sexy thinker Christopher Bruce could easily propel either of these men into the lead.  It seems impossible that Mr. Joshua has not yet owned the title of homoerotic wrestler of the month. Could his Susan Lucci moment arrive in June?

Stinger in trouble from every angle!

My, oh my, Masked Mayhem 7 could be a superhero homoerotic wrestling fantasy for the record books! Lean, sexy Stinger’s partner doesn’t show up, and the brave masked man agrees to face both legendary heel Cage Thunder and his new tag partner, unmistakably menacing long, hard hottie Lightning Rod. Cage Thunder has yet to own the title of homoerotic wrestler of the month on these pages, but could this be the month on the strength of what looks like an astonishingly sexy, brutal double-team?

Skip Vance in agony under the control of Kid Karisma

Speaking of astonishingly sexy, the pairing of incredibly hot champion jobber, Skip Vance and my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler (non-pornboy division), Kid Karisma, has the potential to be epic! I’ve lobbied the boys at BG East for a long-overdue Wrestler Spotlight starring Kid K’s world class muscle ass! Skip hasn’t held the title, but Kid K was living large and in charge as homoerotic wrestler of the month 11 months ago. Either of these stunners could easily own it this month.

Fiercely hot newbie Diego Diaz launches Morgan Cruise
Neither Morgan Cruise nor newbie heartthrob Diego Diaz have held the homoerotic wrestler of the month title yet, but I could easily see their face-off for Morgan’s Spotlight earning one of them the distinction for June. Hurricane Morgan is like a force of nature lately, leveling every hot, hunky face placed in his way. And ripped, snarling, Latino powerhouse Diego has captured my imagination like no current newcomer. It’s a rare feat to be homoerotic wrestler of the month on the strength of just 2 matches, but the Latino giant could definitely make that happen.

Mitch Colby makes batboy Aryx Qinn pucker up
Mitch Colby has owned every title I could ever dream up. If Mitch and Diego Diaz were to ever tag team,   my life could very well be complete. In the mean time, his hairy chested, sweat soaked ring pounding with Aryx Quinn makes Mitch an instant contender for a 2nd trip to the winner’s circle.
Austin sweats through his jock while he shows off Patrick Donovan’s best side.

Austin Cooper is everywhere lately! For sheer ironman hotness (not to mention Goldenboy beauty and a top notch bubble butt) Austin is a contender for the title he has yet to possess. And Patrick Donovan is an instant contender, and I strongly suspect that Patrick has made a pact with Satan, because he’s done nothing but get sexier and more gorgeous with each and every match he’s wrestled in his long and lustrous career! That ass alone deserves a title, and he could absolutely deserve the homoerotic wrestler of the month title for his Matmen 23 face-off with the Goldenboy.

Austin does chiropractic work on Britboy rookie Will Stanley.

And my last instant infatuation for the first 5 days of June is Rock Hard Wrestling’s rookie lovely, Will Stanley. See, Austin’s back (making for 2 nominations for the title this month), but like Joe, I’m immediately craving a closer look at handsome, ripped hunk Will Stanley. That body, that ink, that face, AND an accent? Nostalgia alone could tip the scales to Will Stanley, Esquire, in honor of the queen’s diamond jubilee.

Hot, hot, hot start to summer, homoerotic wrestling fans!

Where My Mind Is

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The insanity in my life continues, so I’ll keep the text brief around here for a while. What’s on my mind right now, however, is inspired by the rising mercury and the sun worshippers crawling onto the grass at the local parks in my normally sun-starved corner of the world. Yes, it’s all about legs, my friends. Bit, tasty, bulging, thick, defined, powerful legs are turning me on at every turn these days.
So here are just a few of the most notable legs firing up my homoerotic wrestling imagination. First, start with this mouthwatering image from BG East’s Wrestle Revenge.  Typically, I think of Z-Man’s opponents as the luckiest sons of bitches on the planet. The opportunity to pound and squeeze his painfully pretty muscle body, beating the living shit out of him and bringing the grinning prettyboy to his knees has fantasy material written all over it. But in this case, it’s a humiliated, suffering, completely helpless Z-Man who I’m thinking is the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. Because if you’re going to get nearly suffocated, trapped high between an opponent’s thighs and choking on the monster cock and balls shoved in your face, there’s just nobody I think I’d rather take that ride with than chiseled, gorgeous Tyrell Tomsen and his sculpted tree trunks.  But there are some runner ups who might give my fantasy a run for its money.  I’d love to see Z-Man lined up and shoved in a deeply intimate face-to-crotch head scissors just like this from a lovely receiving line of massively muscled legs, just so I could make a direct comparison.

For example, Can-Am’s recent rookie Tyler Saint James. From what I’ve seen of him so far, he can’t wrestle for shit. But I’d pay an added surcharge to watch him lean back against a corner turnbuckle with Z-Man’s head pretty much disappearing between those mountainous thighs of Tyler’s.

Give me a time machine and an extra bottle of baby oil, and I’d hand over a testicle to watch iconic babyface muscle boy Johnny Olson clamp those bodybuilder legs of his around Z-Man’s head and yank on Z’s hair until he’s slid the playgirl model’s nose right between his balls.
Again, it’d take a time machine (unless he’s still lifting those weights and swinging that pipe), but one-hit fantasyman who inspired countless explosive climaxes in me, Philippe Nicolas, would threaten my grip on sanity to squeeze those picture-perfect heads of his quads with Z’s face trapped between them. Just a couple minutes of dick whipping and I’d be hopelessly certifiable.

Underwear and swimwear models are populating my typical surf sites these days. Male models, even fitness boys, can tend to have relatively skinny legs. While there’s nothing wrong with lean, powerful, slender legs, I’ve got a hard spot for thick, powerful, beefy thighs. Happily, there are a few fitness models selling minuscule quantities of highly stretchable fabric who also show of gorgeous, bulging legs.  Slide Z’s face between these quads and lets hear this Brazilian fitness boy muffle the playgirl model’s screams with his sweetly bulging crotch.

Again, better yet, let’s see Matt Schiermeier (who could’ve competed for a shot at the Producer’s Ring Secretarial Pool a couple of years ago) with his veiny, granite carved tree trunks locked around Z’s head with Matt’s uncovered cock resting across Z’s forehead!

This shot of Todd Sanfield inspires in me the image of Z’s noggin’ trapped between Todd’s shiny, naked hamstrings, with Todd driving Z’s forehead into the floor, repeatedly, poundingly, until the Z-Man goes limp.  Follow that up with Todd pinning Z-Man’s face with Todd’s mouthful of a cock, and I’m driven insane once again.

Finally, I don’t know who the hell this Greek god actually is, but this pretty much sums up my attitude about the arrival of warmth and sunshine these days. This is what Z-Man should be seeing, as he rouses from getting choked out cold with this superhuman’s cock stuffed down his throat and his thighs crushing Z’s temples. Fantasies ignited by late spring sunshine… carry on.

Still Kicking

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Does absence make the heart grow fonder? The rest of my life is leaving little room for posting here, but I I wanted to assure folks concerned about my silence that I’m still kicking.

I’m in a major push to complete a project, pack up my life, and move across the country. All great stuff. All crazy-making stuff.

In the interest of full disclosure (and let’s face it, I’ve been known to disclose more than you really wanted to know), in my hierarchy of needs, blogging about my wrestling fetish is a more expendable step on the ladder to my wrestling kink self-actualization than actually watching and enjoying homoerotic wrestling.

In other words, although I don’t always find time to write about it, I somehow never fail to find time to enjoy watching homoerotic wrestling. I’ve even got some exciting things brewing, including one or two interviews in the works as well as at leads a couple of reviews.

It’s all percolating out there. But in the mean time, I’m metaphorically in mid-launch, putting every effort into landing the soles of my boots right on the kisser of my next opponent. I’m taking inspiration from one of the most beautiful high flyers of all time, lovely, levitating Tommy Zenk.

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