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Bard’s Pilgrim Way – Journey’s End (Final Chapter)

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My physical journey to the BG East compound was, as I’ve noted, a metaphysical experience. I was seeing each corner, each venue of quintessentially BG East wrestling through both my physical eyes as well as my mind’s eye, in which my favorite homoerotic wrestlers perpetually strip down, square off, and stroke my wrestling kink so satisfyingly. But even more rewarding than paying homage to the BG East wrestling ring was the opportunity I had to meet “the boys.”

Inspiration hanging in the workspace of some of the back-office BG East boys.
When the Boss told me that “some of the boys” often stop by for lunch in the summer, I didn’t really know who he was referring to. Turns out, the local boys who treat the BG East compound as a second home include some of the most prolific and talented wrestlers that I admire and lust after.

Heel Extraordinaire: Kid Vicious
When Kid Vicious strolled in, I think my jaw dropped (not sure… I was a little numb). I’ve mentioned before on this blog how KV has a knack for serving as my avatar in a wrestling match. He addresses precisely the punishment that his hot opponents simply must experience, as far as I’m concerned. He moves, he touches, he pounds and strokes to a rhythm that my own wrestling kink core is perfectly in sync with. He embodies a lust for domination that is as irrepressible as it is powerfully arousing to watch. And there he stood, grabbing lunch and chatting about the weather.

Kid Vicious looking precisely like Kid Vicious
For some reason, I was surprised that Kid Vicious looked like… well, Kid Vicious! He was fit, tall, and every bit as intensely handsome as he is in trunks and boots (or out of them!) and climbing into the ring. I guess I’d expected that my relationship with the on-camera character of my favorite homoerotic wrestlers would be inherently distorting… that if I just met KV on the street (or sitting down over lunch), I might not even recognize him without some poor jobber’s noggin’ trapped in his headlock or without him delivering his signature brand of humiliation like a nasty face-beating with his impressive cock. But when it came right down to it, I’d have picked him out any crowd. And I was completely star-struck.

Lean and Ripped Jonny Firestorm
When Jonny Firestorm slipped in and grabbed some lunch a few moments later, I was similarly struck. My homoerotic wrestler of month for this past June, Jonny’s attitude and wrestling chops are powerfully entertaining. And again, he looked astonishingly like I’d expect Jonny Firestorm to look! Hot as hell with a thick Boston accent. The one thing about Jonny that took me by surprise, however, was his forearms. Have you ever noticed Jonny’s forearms? Good god, man, they’d make Popeye’s arms look like beanpoles! I had to consciously force myself not to stare, because damn… those arms!…

Big and Beefy and Perfectly Jonny
“So tell us, Bard,” the Boss said in a lull in the conversation over lunch, “which Jonny do you prefer? Big and beefy Jonny, or lean and ripped Jonny?” Everyone chuckled. It’s a topic I’ve seen belabored at length in the BG East yahoo group, with passionate loyalties expressed for different opinions. I pointed out that when I chose Jonny to be homoerotic wrestler of the month a couple of months ago, I’d gone on the record as selecting all of the above as entirely appreciable. My ego inflated a bit as a result of my deft skill in either dodging the question or just flattering Jonny (let’s face it, both, but I’m entirely serious that he’s perfectly Jonny at any size). Then my ego deflated a bit when Jonny indicated that he had no idea that he’d enjoyed a month’s reign as this blog’s homoerotic wrestler of the month.  Then I stared as his forearms in awe some more, and lost track of the conversation for a while.

Kid Leopard, Kid Vicious & Jonny Firestorm pose ringside for me…
best…. day… EVER!
In addition to my brushes with fame meeting Jonny, KV, and the Boss himself, I have to report that it was a thorough delight to meet some of the behind-the-scenes BG East boys. The cameramen, the video techs, the customer service reps… everyone impressed me as not just hospitable (they were that), but every last one of them genuinely seemed to live and breathe wrestling. “They” are “us,” for lack of a better way to put it, and for some reason, this was an epiphany for me. They boys editing tape, burning CD’s, filling orders and dropping off envelopes of wrestling kink gold at the post office are guys who get it. They respect their audience. They enjoy their work. And they’ve all been there, wrestling, watching, critiquing and appreciating the very same things that you and I love to let turn us on. Just like I’d recognize KV and Jonny Firestorm anywhere, I had a strong impression that I recognized in all of the boys of BG East the heart and soul of guys seriously into wrestling.

Wrestling inspiration fills every inch of wall space over the desk of one of the BG East boys
In the end, what I took home with me from my pilgrim’s journey to all things BG East this summer was just that: what makes BG East so authentically BG East isn’t the venues. It’s not even that holy of holies: the BG East wrestling ring. The decades of BG East entertainment that never fails to grab my kink with both hands isn’t about a particular place or device or story. It’s BG East because there are a whole cadre of wrestlers who take pride in producing high quality wrestling for a gay wrestling audience. There’s an authenticity about them from the ground up, and I was moved by the sincerity and humor and generosity of the boys well beyond how exciting it was to see the venues.

The Library of Congress of Homoerotic Wrestling Treasures!
It’s not smoke and mirrors. The boys of BG East aren’t talking out of both sides of their mouths. They aren’t secretly contemptuous of the very audience that they market to, and frankly, I’m not always sure I can say that about all of the homoerotic wrestling productions out there. As impressed as I was by the titillating thrill of seeing “the” gazebo, walking in “the” backyard, standing right next to “the” ring, what impressed me most in my journey this summer was meeting some good natured, hardworking, intensely sincere guys who seriously appreciate wrestling every bit as much as you and I do.

Pushed Too Far

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Jonny Firestorm adds insult to injury – BG East’s The Contract 6
Have you ever been pushed too far? I’ve been there. And I recognize that moment when I see someone else who’s suffered one too many indignities, one too many injustices. I’m familiar with that moment when we realize that playing by the rules, following the script, and knowing our “place” are guaranteed to get us nothing more than another boot to the teeth. It’s a desperate moment, forged out of an existential crisis. It’s a dangerous moment, when the normal boundaries and consequences that typically operate to establish order unravel right before us. When the scales fall from our eyes and we see how we’ve been complicit in our own oppression, when our eyes seem to open for the very first time to recognize that how we choose to act in this very moment is entirely and unalterably no one’s call but our own, there’s something primal that can rise to the surface that can envelope us and those around us with something deeply unsettling, tapping into the brutal, dark corners of our collective unconscious. Have you ever been pushed just too far, and decided then and there that you weren’t going to take it anymore?

Brad Rochelle snaps – BG East’s The Contract 6

I’m sitting from thousands of miles away combing through scarce news coverage of the riots in London. I say scarce, not because there aren’t headlines on every news outlet I can find. They’re just scarce because the stories that accompany the headlines are absurdly superficial. There’s nearly no context. The media are clearly at a loss to make any attempt to explain (not justify, just explain), how a fatal police shooting could spark three nights running of rioting and looting that have left Scotland Yard slack jawed and impotent. I was just in London last month, and the notion of buildings being burned and shops being looted in the face of an ineffectual police is hard to reconcile with my memory of that busy, bustling, extremely efficiently ordered urban landscape. As a result of the bizarrely vapid news coverage, I have no idea what’s really going on. But I recognize that moment… when people have had enough and the rules of a well-ordered society are kicked to the gutter because of one too many indignities, one too many injustices. When people seem to emerge from the woodwork to participate in seemingly senseless acts of rage, bullying, and lawless pilfering, effectively calling the bluff of a police force that was never meant to be equipped to corral an out of control guerilla mob that’s given up on all pretense of “civility,” that moment speaks to me of deep seated injustice that’s pushed a whole lot of people one step too far to contain any longer.

All hell breaks loose in BG East’s Wrestlefest 1

The concept of a “market correction” is a commonly understood phenomenon these days. So when the trading markets around the world witness the evaporation of untold trillions of dollars worth of equity (read: people’s pensions, livelihoods, scholarships, resources to conduct live-saving research, etc.) over the course of a single day, as happened on Monday, there isn’t quite an existential crisis. We make sense of the senseless catastrophic implications by calling it “a correction.” It’s cast as a mere adjustment to the over-reaching greed of undeserving market speculators. Rather than a means of destroying the lives and livelihoods of millions, it’s repackaged as an act of justice, the delivery of equity, a “correction.” While I’m not a student of economics, I am a student of the history of the modern social welfare state, and we have a parallel phenomenon there. Once or twice in a generation, elitist political environments tout austerity and market liberalism as inviolable social values, resulting in a massive pullback of social involvement in providing a baseline level of material goods necessary for human dignity and survival among the most impoverished and oppressed among us. As a result, the desperately poor get that much poorer. The institutionally oppressed are ground down into the dirt that much more humiliatingly. And then one thing happens… it can be just about anything really. It can be something that seems almost tolerable in comparison with the mass of injustice being heaped upon the underclasses relentlessly. But there’s an event… a group of veterans protesting the denial of their pensions are roughed up and violently routed by an overaggressive police force… a courageous leader is shot dead by an unbalanced ideologue… students protesting an unjust war are mown down by the police ostensibly there to “keep the peace”… and it’s just one thing too many to tolerate. Often in the already oppressive heat of the summer, a spark ignites already raging tempers. One event spreads like a wildfire, and fuck-’em-all violence breaks out in pockets. Pockets of fuck-’em-all violence push still more people to question why they hell they’re putting up with the indignities that they bear, and still more violence erupts and spreads.

Francis Piven co-authored the seminal work on this whole theory of the cycle of austerity, violent social upheaval, and the subsequent social correction in welfare policy (and has since been demonized by Glenn Beck to the point that ultra-right nutjobs have forced Piven into hiding from the flood of death threats against her) that happens when societies readjust their welfare systems to alleviate the very worst of the poverty and indignity. The argument is that welfare states are like a steam valve, holding in systemic injustice and degradation of the underclasses until violence threatens to envelope all of society, at which point the valve is released, welfare is doled out a little more generously, until the underclasses don’t feel so desperate, until they feel that there could be something worth giving “the rules” another chance for, that better days might be ahead of them if they just color within the lines once again. Once the rich start to skim more and more off the top, eventually austerity is reimposed on the poorest once again, until the whole steam valve scenario comes to a head once more.

Football turns into free-for-all – Can-Am’s Football Fracas

Is this what’s going on in London? In Syria? In Egypt? In Iran? Is this ahead of us in the United States, because it’s certainly woven through our past. It wouldn’t be the first time that all hell broke loose and the frightening vision of a world of supposedly senseless chaos seemed to threaten to swallow up everyone and everything. I feel profoundly sad for the loss of life and property that accompany riots and massive social unrest. But don’t we recognize that moment when we see it, from the perspective of the battered and beaten underdog who’s been pushed one step too far? It doesn’t justify anything, but while the BBC seems to be able to categorize the riots as nothing but senseless, there’s something in me that says that although I don’t know what the hell is really going on over there, I know what it’s like to say fuck the rules. I’ve had enough of this shit.

Brad Rochelle isn’t going take this shit any longer – BG East’s The Contract 6

I’m a Pussy

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Brad Rochelle: BG East’s Backyard Brawls 1
This has come as a bit of a shock to me, but I have to admit it: I am a pussy. Now, I mean that in the most non-misogynistic (and pro-feline) way possible, but frankly, there’s just no way to sugar coat it. I’m a pussy. A few unkind hearts reading this are nodding their heads and snarkily mumbling that it’s about time that I admitted it. Well… fuck you, that’s not what I’m talking about. I don’t back down from a fight, and I’ve been told by several independent sources that when I’m in a particularly serious mood, I remind them of an angry grammar school gym teacher (which, perhaps oddly, I find really flattering). What I am a pussy about, however, is this heat.
Ryon Long & Greg Michaels: BG East’s Backyard Brawls 2

I’d heard that Boston in late July was hot, but somehow I still wasn’t mentally prepared. I catch myself continually bitching and moaning about the heat throughout the day, and I’m not proud of it. I sleep on top of the covers with a fan blowing directly in my face, and still I’m hot. And now a local colleague has mentioned to me that it’s going to “start heating up around here” over the next few days. I almost started to cry. I can’t deny it. I’m a pussy.

Shannon Embry & Jonny Firestorm:
BG East’s The Contract 9

On the other hand, this sort of heat brings out an abundance of bare flesh. And I’ve been very delighted with the hot and bothered eye candy that Boston has to offer. I keep looking for some BG East wrestling hunk strolling down the street (preferably in his skimpiest wrestling trunks). But despite not catching any BG East fanstymen sightings yet, I have to say, I’ve seen some prime beef that very well might be able to give the BG East boys a run for their money (at least in hunky looks… toss them into the ring and I’m sure our BGE battlers would beat the shit out of these downtown posers).

Reigning Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month:
The sweat-soaked gorgeousness o Jake Jenkins
Regular readers also know what a sucker I am for a thick sheen of sweat on a muscled hunk, so just imagine my constant titillation in a city baking their beefy boys with a side of nasty humidity.
Brad Rochelle: The Contract 6

Back to the self-revelation that I’m a pussy, though… as for me, I just don’t have the body chemistry to enjoy baking my own body. Sun bathing is not on my list of enjoyable pass-times. Watching the fine physiques of hot guys sun bathing is an enjoyable pass-time, but even then, it turns out that I’m such a pussy that my own discomfort is distracting me from that most excellent byproduct of a steamy, summer day.

Kid Karisma & Christian Taylor: BG East’s Wet & Wild 5

And frankly, the notion of a wrestling match is almost too much for me to bear. The last thing I feel like doing in this heat is swapping body heat with anyone else in close quarters. This pussiness is profoundly, existentially unsettling the very core of my wrestling kink identity that I typically find as constant as magnetic north. But a whole lot of aggressive, physical exertion at this moment is almost nauseating to think about.

A homoerotic wrestler I’d wrestle in any weather:
BG East’s Mitch Colby
Then again, the right body, perhaps lubricated with some tanning oil, could probably lure me out of my bitchy, whiny buzzkill. I hope you don’t judge me too harshly for this vulnerable confession. However, if you do, wait till September and I’m back in a more familiar climate, and I’ll kick your ass and make you enjoy every second of it.

Bodies Over Time – Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month Edition

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It feels like Jonny Firestorm, my reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month, has been a fixture in BG East since well before his 2005 debut in The Contract 6. Indeed, I’m hard pressed to think of a more productive homoerotic wrestling fixture. Out of 26 catalog releases since his debut, Jonny has wrestled in 25 DVDs, totaling an astonishing 30 matches, not counting his tournament highlights from the World Outgames in Montreal! He’s wrestled icons, pros, dancers, twinks and bears. It’s no wonder he’s starred in two products entitled “Iron Men,” because Jonny is one tenacious wrestler who’s pumped out an astonishing string of high quality wrestling products.

Jonny took just a fraction more than he was able to give in his debut against icon Brad Rochelle (seriously, how many stunning fixtures in homoerotic wrestling have debuted against that gorgeous hunk!?). What was abundantly clear within about 7.46 seconds of the start of this fantastic heel-turn story for Brad was that Jonny possessed both a ripped-to-shreds muscle body built for nothing other than wrestling AND that Jonny was already an extremely accomplished wrestling tactician.

What suffering he eventually soaked in as Brad Rochelle tapped into his inner bad boy bastard, Jonny turned right back around and dished out extra helpings on poor twink punk Zach Zilver in Demolition 10. To tell the truth, I bought Demo10 to enjoy Cole Cassidy “welcoming” Christopher Bruce (and that gorgeous ass of his) back to the world of BG East. But the relish with which Jonny obliterates Zach, and Jonny’s stunning antomy-chart fitness (and in particular, those shredded, rock hard, vascular thighs), made me do some re-evaulating. Jonny was no longer just that smart-ass punk who pushed the long-awaited buttons to turn Brad Rochelle into a raging sadist. Jonny was definitely someone who could entertain me all on his own.

Somebody else must have been as impressed with Jonny, since only three releases into his BG East career and his third catalog appearance in a row, he starred in his own Wrestler Spotlight. Jonny wrestling Devil Devitt’s pecs (well, the rest of him too, but I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from the pecs) is a pro body-beautiful bonanza.

Jonny and Alexi Adamov both debuted in The Contract 6, giving Brad Rochelle two rookies to serve as fodder for his heel turn. So there was some symmetry that Jonny and Alexi should end up needing to sort some of their own place-in-the-pack shit out between them in Backyard Brawls 4. Taking turns with faces trapped high up between each others crotches makes me bitterly jealous of both of them in turn. A Bard-sandwich trapped between them, however, would instantly release any hard feelings I had. Other areas of hardness and moments of release would also occur. Sadly, that story lives only in my imagination.

I won’t attempt to chronicle every inch of Jonny’s low-hanging resume, but I have to make a mention of his matroom sweat-fest against former homoerotic wrestler of the month and ongoing crush of mine, Denny Cartier, in the title-character role for Jonny: Jonny Firestorm in Montreal. This seems like Jonny’s application DVD to the gay wrestling hall of fame. He can sell in close quarters, soaked in sweat in the BG East matroom. He’s ferocious on the world stage, medaling in amateur competition. And he can hold his own in bruising pro work in the ring. This man not only can do it all, he does it all!

I’m fast-forwarding through quite a bit of Jonny’s career thus far, but I do want to push the pause button and linger just a little over the appearance of an entirely new Jonny in Ball Bash 2. There was only about a month and a half between his work in Hunkbash 10 and his appearance in Ball Bash 2, but Jonny went from 0 bodyfat to beefy bruiser somewhere there in the middle. Clearly the taping of the matches wasn’t proportional to the time it took to put out the back-to-back Jonny releases. In the intervening time, Jonny put on pounds, stopped shaving every inch of his body, and learned to take even more sadistic joy in throwing around his new weight. Ball Bash 2 is as much an epiphany for me as it is a re-launch of Jonny in new packaging. Watching him crush the living shit out of Reese Wells’ balls (what the HELL happened to that short-lived phenom!?) gave me a whole new appreciation for ball torture.

Releases of Jonny’s matches have teetered back and forth between these two levels of conditioning.  His Pros in Private 7 match shows him incredibly sexy sans belly but with chest hair.

I think this is my favorite Jonny look!

But for his next release taking on Kid Karisma for BG’s Bad Boys 1, it’s back to Jonny in bruiser form. Dialing Kid K’s nipples like searching for that remote radio station is just damn inspired!

Perhaps it was Jonny’s suffering at the hands of Marauder in Masked Mayhem 6 that sent him packing on pounds to have something more to throw around in the ring. The DVD came later in the chronology of his resume, but we went back to Jonny in svelt-‘n’-hard conditioning to learn that Jonny’s notoriety gave the firecracker a big head, and even the Boss started to find his cocky swagger a bit too much to stomach. Enter Jonny’s command performance taking a beatdown from big bruiser Marauder, in which Jonny gets cracked in half like a wishbone.

Skip Vance recently commented on his Facebook page that seeing pictures of his manhandling by Jonny in Submissions 8 from last summer still makes his body ache.  The contrast between Jonny’s pale beef and Skip’s all over tan whipcord musculature is both aesthetically gorgeous and tooled perfectly for Jonny’s masterful induction of Skip into the depth of the wrestling arsenal that Jonny has at his disposal from working his ass off for so many years. Skip’s screams and the agony written on his face are both cringeworthy and totally kink-inspiring!

For Hunkbash 11, it’s Jonny’s beaty-and-the-beast-beatdown of antithesis Rio Garza. Again, Jonny’s in the ring (where I like him best), and again he’s powerfully thick and sporting his arch-villain beard. Rio is smooth as a baby’s Naired bottom, with mocha skin and coverboy handsomeness.

It’s retro Jonny again in Pros in Private 8 this past winter, which reintroduced me to the arousing wonders that are Jonny’s gorgeously veined granite thighs as well as Rudy Cortez’ incredibly spankable ass. This DVD could easily have earned Jonny homoerotic wrestler of the month if it weren’t for the bad luck that his exhausting, all-in work for Pros8 showed up in the same catalog with Brook Stetson and Mitch Colby coated in gallons of sweat and wrestling in jock-straps in a Florida sunroom (not to mention the earth-shattering introduction of Z-Man to the BG East universe and the barnburner release of Ringwars 19… what a month!).

What put Jonny over the top this month, however, was his back-to-basics retro appearance and his incredibly entertaining work, working over another former homoerotic wrestler of the month, Bobby Horton, for BG’s Bad Boys 2. Jonny and Bobby are a match made in wrestling-kink heaven. Watching Jonny in this give-and-take titanic struggle for true badness was powerfully arousing for me. The look of delight and agony juxtaposed at nearly every moment is fantastically compelling. The wedgies on both of these sliced-and-diced young men make me gasp. And perhaps the tale of the tape is really Jonny making me laugh one moment and then grab my cock in both hands the next. A totally compelling character, fucking fantastic pro wrestling, rockingly entertaining bodies, and enthusiastic salesmanship of quality that I’ve seen extremely rarely… I’m very pleased with my choice this month.

Many of you have contacted me in backchannels to let me know it’s about time that I gave Jonny his due. The exhausting work of vetting his homoerotic wrestling resume probably bears out your exasperation with how long this has been in coming. But with BG’s Bad Boys 2, he’s grabbed hold of my attention and affections on the strength of nothing other than one pristine, thrilling, provocative performance that needs nothing else to justify it as worthy of top honors. Jonny Firestorm deserves a homoerotic wrestler of the month title, and I’m happy to give him mine!

This man deserves a raise!

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

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Once again I face that delightful dilemma of too many top tier contenders for who, in my opinion, is homoerotic wrestler of the month. Seriously, you can’t swing a dead cat without smacking a half dozen gorgeous, grunting, fully committed homoerotic wrestling gods in their sweat soaked faces. BG East’s new catalog came out, so inevitably they are packing the contenders list, considering my tastes. I’m completely captured by muscle gods Dev Michaels and Marco Carlow from Motel Madness 11, and I admit to being caught off guard by how irrepressibly turned-on I am by Torvik Tirva’s beatdown on Brad Flash. Both Aqua and Angelo Blanco from Masked Mayhem 8 are instant contenders, with a special note of appreciation for the extra helping of the homoerotic in this homoerotic flesh fest.  I’m putting Mitch Colby on alert that a fantastically sexy lightweight by the name of Skrapper has his sights set on knocking Mitch out of the top contender spot for my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy title, as well as easily claiming top contention for homoerotic wrestler of the month for his work in Undagear 17.  Rio Garza and Christopher Bruce from match 2 of that same DVD are both getting nods from me as well, and I can’t help but note that Rio is in absolutely jaw dropping physical form. I’m deeply moved by performances from BG’s Bad Boys 2, including Dick Rick, as well as the dynamic twosome of Jonny Firestorm and Bobby Horton from match 3. It’ll be no surprise to regular readers that both Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!) and Lon Dumont are in the pool of contention for their respective matches in Gut Bash 8.  Trent Diesel, my reigning homoerotic wrestling pornboy, worked his gorgeous ass off this month for Naked Kombat, delivering a humiliating beatdown on hardbody rookie Gavin Waters two (count them, two!) times, first in singles competition and then partnering with astonishingly doe-eyed Matt Singer in crushing and humiliating Gavin and sexy thug Nikko Alexander, who I’m also giving a nod for also doing double-time, earning a pony ride underneath babyface Singer a couple of weeks after he spanked and fucked twink Noah Brooks. Tyler Reeves and Max Powers grab my attention in the RockHardWrestling ring this month, and from Thunder’s Arena, I’m nominating Cody Nelson for clawing the fuck out of Bam Bam’s pecs in Bodybuilder Battle 29 as well as for tweaking my brother-on-brother erotic fantasies against his “little” bro, Troy Nelson, in Mat Wars 29.

May set the table for a truly phenomenal homoerotic wrestling feast. To pick just one is, as always, just a little torturous. Never one to shy away from a little punishment, I’ve thought about this long and hard. I nearly copped out and pronounced another tie, but by a hairs breadth, I’ve settled on one homoerotic wrestler who claims the title of my reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month.

Meet my new homoerotic wrestler of the month…
BG East’s Jonny Firestorm.

Several readers had thoughts and comments about the difference of opinions that Joe and I expressed over BG East’s last catalog release. Somehow, the world feels back on its axis now that we’ve returned to the 97.3% of agreement that Joe and I share in our homoerotic wrestling tastes and preferences. I couldn’t agree with him more, in fact, when he announced a few weeks ago that Jonny and Bobby Horton’s match in BG Bad Boys 2 is destined to be a classic. I love this match, and I’m crazy for both Jonny and Bobby from start to finish.

The success of this match for me is comprised of dozens of small, potent moments. The opening posedown has me laughing and adjusting my crotch at the same time, as “little” Jonny works extra hard to measure up next to an opponent of equal fitness and an additional 7″ in height. These delightful, small potent moments also include Jonny’s brutal wedgie on Bobby early on, baring Bobby’s beautiful buttocks for an over the knee spanking. Equally potent and provocative, Bobby nearly shreds Jonny’s silver trunks in a retribution wedgie later on.

I’m delighted and completely turned on by the bright, bright red palm prints that rage for minutes across Bobby’s beautiful pecs as a result of Jonny’s go-to chest smack.

It’s a small thing, I know, but I’m thrilled by the spine busting hip toss that whips big Bobby out of the corner with such velocity that it knocks his vanity mask sideways.

Someone else may not give a damn, but both of these boys catch air, and the brutal ballet that is 6’2″ Bobby soaring for miles on this way to splashing down brutally, crushing 5’5″ Jonny helplessly in the corner is incredibly satisfying. This is such a hot battle of fresh young heels that, truthfully, I nearly relented and named both Bobby and Jonny co-homoerotic wrestlers of the month (which would have pushed Bobby into the extremely elite category of being a 2-time title holder). But as entertainingly as both of these bad boys tell a story and sell their sadistic characters, Jonny has the razor’s edge for my affections here. It may be his head butt into Bobby’s abs as the big boy was still trying to recover, flat on his back, from a barrage of stomps. Perhaps it’s Jonny’s softball-size biceps, which are likely no bigger than Bobby’s but on his smaller frame simply look gargantuan. Maybe it’s my secret fetish for the little guy who overcomes the first-glance odds to power back and prevail over a much bigger opponent.

For all these and so many more truly outstanding elements in a start-to-finish thrilling pro wrestling match with precisely enough kink to make my ears buzz, and for Jonny’s undeniable athleticism, shredded fitness, incredible salesmanship and sweet-n-bitter delivery that leaves me laughing one minute and 100% aroused the next, I’m very satisfied that I’ve selected the right man for the job. My reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month could be no one other than BG Bad Boy Jonny Firestorm.

Tats Named

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So pull out your quiz and let’s review your answers:
Tat #1 belongs to…
…none other than BG East bread-n-butter himself, Brad Rochelle.
Brad Rochelle v Alexi Adamov & Bodie – BG Eat’s The Contract 7: Revenge of the Jobber

Specifically, Brad is shown here displaying that messed up psycho clown tattoo of his as he finishes off both Alexi Adamov and Bodie (both rookies here) at the same time for The Contract 7: Revenge of the Jobber. Brad is simply a classic homoerotic wrestling icon. If you don’t know him, click away from this site instantly and place your order for a Brad Rochelle feature at BG East. Seriously, if you don’t know Brad, you’re banned from finishing this post until you have ordered up some of what no one but Brad can deliver. Start with Brad’s epic introduction of Joshua Goodman (this was before you were required to address him as Mr. Joshua), when Josh was a green rookie. Or to fully understand the “revenge of the rookie” concept, check him out when he was writing the book on muscle jobbing, such as against Dom the Dominator in Demolition 3.

Don’t know this homoerotic wrestler? Stop here and go directly to BG East – Brad Rochelle.
Now on to tat #2…
… which appears on on the rippled, hairy abs of Can-Am’s Jimmy Dean.

Jimmy Dean – Can-Am’s Border Thugz

Showing off his tummy tat, his smoking hot body with precisely the right amount of body hair, and classic Jimmy Dean ferocity, here he’s completely out wrestling Chris Cumberland (I believe) in Border Thugz. Jimmy started off his homoerotic wrestling career a lot smaller. Much more recently, he’s grown a whole lot bigger. But like Goldilocks, I’m partial to Jimmy right here in the middle, tatted up, thick and hairy, but still life-size and maneuverable. If you tell me that you have no recognition of Jimmy Dean, we need to enroll you in an intensive course of Homoerotic Wrestling 101: Icons of Homoerotic Wrestling. Your first assignment will be to sample the goods of Brad Rochelle and Jimmy Dean, and be able to identify every body part from any angle.

Then there’s tat #3, which belongs to…
…BG East’s Jonny Firestorm.
Specifically, in this case, it’s Jonny proudly flexing his tight, hard muscles as he squeezes the kidneys of Rico Rave in Demolition 12, a compilation which also stars the #1 contender for the title of my favorite homoerotic wrestler – non-pornboy division, Joshua Goodman. Jonny has a personality that fills the ring, which I credit with distracting me away from his fine tats. The back tat, the left shoulder, the left bicep all look like the fine and intricate work of an accomplished artist… like Jonny himself.

Tat #4 stumped everyone I heard from, which surprises me, because it belongs to…
…Thunder’s Arena’s STL.
STL v Big Sexy – Thunder’s Arena’s Bodybuilder Battle 20
So I don’t toss STL in the category of homoerotic wrestling icon, though I’d pay money to have a go at tossing him somewhere. He is, however, delightful to watch work up a sweat, and he’s liberally covered in tats, including several in particularly painful places to get tats (I’m talking about his inner bicep and lower arms!). Specifically, this pic of STL comes from a brief breather in his Bodybuilder Battle 20 against asstastic (and beautifully tatted, as well), Big Sexy. All that muscle… all that sweat… and not a bare ass in sight… something so wrong, something so right (okay, you do get to see some of Big Sexy’s ass as he ridiculously/delightfully attempts to wear way to small of trunks).
Tat #5 belongs to…
…BG East brute and muscle daddy, Joe Mazetti.
Joe Mazetti v Ricky Martin – BG East’s Demolition 7
In particular, Joe is here pictured pummeling the living crap out of the sweet pecs of beautiful jobber Ricky Martinez for Demolition 7. The juxtaposition of massively, thickly muscled Joe, born to bully and absolutely thrilled to dominate, with doe-in-the-headlights Ricky, all relatively slender, aesthetic lines and movie star good looks, is stunning casting. Joe is more the muscle beast in this match than possibly any other, with biceps bigger that Ricky’s neck. I wasn’t not looking for Joe when I first stumbled across him in Fantasymen 18, but he rocked me hard in his match against Derek D’Amore and made me an instant fan.

No one scored a perfect score on the quiz, so a pic of one of my tats once again goes unclaimed. There are some prime examples here, however, of staple homoerotic wrestling fare, so if you don’t recognize the tats, I recommend you study up on more of the beautiful work of these gorgeous wrestlers.

The Money, the Car, the Fame

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I’m always in awe of the serendipity in my ongoing delightful stroll through the libraries of homoerotic wrestling. Case in point: I had a hankering to see Reese Wells naked and suffering cock and ball battering in Ball Bash 2. That highly entertaining match reintroduced me to the particular joys of watching Jonny Firestorm relentlessly on the attack. So I was pleased to enjoy Jonny’s latest release, starring in both matches in Pros in Private 8.

Both of these matches appear to be from a few years back, when Johnny was ripped to shreds and awesomely veiny. In the recurring debate over body types, Jonny often pops up in discussion as having fierce fans of him looking smooth, hard, and sporting zero bodyfat, or, conversely, looking hairy, big and beefy. As with many things, I consider myself blessed to be versatile. I’ll enjoy him either way, and there’s nothing at all wrong with Jonny with veiny, shredded thighs and six pack abs.  I’m also a pushover for a thick, tough guy accent, which Jonny brings with him regardless of his BMI.
Again, serendipity strikes, as I’m loving my introduction to Rudy Cortez. I’ve stumbled across pics of Rudy before, but his pics just don’t capture his sexiness-in-motion. In particular, Rudy possesses an incredible ass that absolutely hypnotizes me as he wrestles. When I can tear my eyes away from his glutes, I’m also appreciative of Rudy’s handsome face and, most of all, his awesome athleticism. Like Jonny, Rudy is clearly an accomplished amateur wrestler who does a fantastic job of translating his skills into a pro ring.
Both Rudy and Jonny are pretty understated characters, by my estimation. They’re both eerily cool and confident, of few words, and emotionally ranging primarily between fierce and suffering. This is Jonny’s match from start to finish, though. Not that this isn’t a fantastically competitive confrontation, but the moment that Jonny strolls in, looking like a souped up version of a 17 year-old skater boy, explaining that he came to BG East for the money, the car, and the fame… from that point on, this story just seems to me to be all about Jonny.
Watching two highly skilled, hot young hardbodies throw, slam, squeeze and fly like this is awesomely entertaining and, what’s more, a major, major turn on for me. This match is one of those that has me frequently gasping in appreciation and wonder and breathless, over and over again. This is also one of those products lawyers should require come with the caution, “Don’t try this at home,” because these boys are nothing if not professional drivers on a closed course.

They both bend and bounce like rubber, putting each other’s bodies on beautiful display. These are classically gorgeous bodies locked in class pro wrestling. Jonny turns on the gas about two-thirds of the way through, relentlessly climbing back on top over and over to beat Rudy further and further into the mat. It reaches that point where I have to ask myself if Jonny will be satisfied with anything less than Rudy’s broken neck. In the end, watching Jonny work so hard for every single inch against Rudy, it leaves me wondering how Jonny feels about “the dream” these days, now that he’s tasted “the money, the car, the fame.”

Wrestling Ink

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I think it’s been a while since last I took the time to marvel at the particular pleasures of wrestling ink. While I’m awfully entertained by many of my favorite wrestlers who manage to be a work of art and a blank canvas simultaneouslyl, I continue to nurse a visceral infatuation with tattooed wrestlers.
True, it isn’t Thunder’s Arena wrestler Big Sexy’s tattoos that make me marvel the most. It takes a lot for his extensive and colorful body art to fail to be the most eye catching feature on his fantastic physique. But there’s pretty much nothing that could beat that ass of his, though I, for one, would like to get in line for just that task. As his ass is true to his name, his expansive and gorgeous ink is also both big and sexy. His most recent scrap after calling out devasting muscle hunk, Ace Hanson, is just about the sexiest pairing of wrestling bodies I’ve ever seen.

Another recent Thunder’s match, Mat Wars 22, also has me appreciating some more wrestling ink. Perennial battler Angel is simply stunning for both his beautiful body and the delightful artwork. I’m also intrigued by the sizable crucifix tattooed on the ribcage of new wrestler, fratboy-deluxe, Jackson. Is it sacrilegious of me to note that the crucifix makes me hot to see Jackson suffer even more? Probably. Nevertheless…

Recent BG East matches have also been well-populated with ink lately. Newcomer Hoyt Riley already has a massive quantity  of body art, and it looks like he’s in the middle of getting more. Some outlines ready for shading make me wonder if his beatdown at the hands of Mitch Colby may have provided the down payment for another trip to his artist.

Far less expansive, but still sexy as hell are Jonny Firestorm’s armband and shoulder characters. I’d love to see Jonny both continue to heel and take more ink. Send the pretty, pretty boy rookies to Jonny and the legitimate wrestler rookies to Denny to break in. Denny and Jonny can fight over who gets to welcome the pretty, pretty boy legitimate wrestlers to BGE.

Last, but certainly not least, I’ve appreciated the gorgeous art on Can-Am’s Michael Vineland lately. I’m still a little giddy over his fantastic performance with rookie homoerotic wrestling pornboy, Landon Mycles in Pro Sex Fight 1. I’ve gone heavy on the appreciation of Landon’s performance, including making the pornboy turned “pro wrestler” last October’s homoerotic wrestler of the month for the effort. But credit where credit’s due, Michael accounts for at least 50% of the excellent salesmanship in this match, and he’s bigger and harder than I’ve ever seen him. He’s also got a lot of ink adorning those incredibly sexy, massive muscles of his.

Never Knew What I Missed…

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Christmas came a little early for me this year, and I was treated to some presents directly off of my wish list of matches-to-own. Personally, I would’ve thought I’d have fallen into the “naughty” category. But I’m not asking any questions.

Thumbing through the catalog for things that might show up under my tree, I’ve lately been aching for Ball Bash 2. Truth be told, I’ve got a little crush on Reese Wells aka Brody Hancock. Well, more accurately, I fantasize about crushing him. He’d put up a good fight, mind you, and he’s got some sweet sell. But in the end he’d be screaming a submission wracked across my shoulders, before I rubbed salt in the wound by dropping his back across my knee. When all is said and done and his spirit is broken, I’d walk away with his boots to hang them up as a trophy of good times.

Fortunately for me, Jonny Firestorm has handed Reese precisely the type of treatment I think Reese desperately needs. I wasn’t expecting Ball Bash 2 to be quite so competitive. However, there’s plenty of pretty salesmanship going in all directions for most of this match before it turns into a full-on ball bash squash. Jonny always impresses, and this match is no different. He’s got instincts for delivering exactly the content, pacing, and humiliation that makes ring action my cup of tea.

I have to remind myself that this release came out before anything else that I’ve seen Reese in. This is significant for me because although I’ve seen him flirt with full-on homoeroticism, never since have I seen Reese wrestle naked. And that’s a shame, because he’s got a really beautiful cock, and there’s something about the optical illusion that is Reese’s body that somehow makes perfect sense when he’s in the ring in nothing but those boots (that’d I’d rip off of him and take home with me). I’ve seen the career trajectory that starts out with some stud just translating straight-up wrestling for a homoerotic company, and then eventually evolves into a balls out, naked, full-on homoerotic fantasy fighter. But someone who goes the other direction seems like a novelty (and a little bit of a waste, as far as I’m concerned).

The moment in this match that completely captures me, though, comes when Reese still has his speedos on. Things have been relatively traditional up to this point, with Jonny and Reese taking and giving in approximately equal measure. But when Jonny snaps his legs around Reese’s waist, presses wide the pretty boy’s legs, and grabs hold and squeezes Reese’s balls, this match instantly careens off the straight-up tracks and deep into homoerotic territory. But it’s this moment in particular, and specifically, it’s Reese’s sell of this moment, that captures my imagination. Reese has nowhere to go. Jonny is showing all his cards, including the fantastic revelation that he’s out for nothing short of blood curdling screams. And Reese is writhing in pain, stunningly vulnerable, and totally humiliated. And with his jaws open wide in agony, Reese kisses the mat.

Good god, that kiss just sends me. It’s such an excellent moment of helpless agony. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a BIG fan of Reese’s destruction without trunks, and I’m nearly as enthusiastic about the target-thong that Jonny makes him wear, which is delightfully inadequate to contain Reese’s impressive member that simply can’t be described as entirely flaccid throughout the remainder of the bull busting. All the moving parts to this match line up perfectly, I think. Jonny is impeccable. Reese is astonishing for a “rookie.” The bodies, the wrestling, the setting, the gear (and lack thereof), are all brilliant. But it’s Reese’s lips planted on the floor in agony that makes this match one of my favorites. Thanks, Santa.

Gratitude

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This is my second Thanksgiving Holiday since starting this blog a year and a half ago. I have so much to be thankful for these days. I have a home, a job, people who love me, animals who are excited to see me when I come home. More pertinent to this blog, I’m thankful for a lot of delicious, delightful, homoerotic wrestling inspiration, and for so many of you who share in that delight.
Joe is always at or very near the top of my list of most excellent things about the virtual wrestling kink community we share. If at any point you’re feeling bitter toward me for taking a day or two away from posting new material here, just remember to pop over to Ringside at Skull Island and get your dose of fine wrestling kink commentary there. I generally agree with Joe’s tastes 97.48 percent of the time (I’m a stats person), and his blog feeds my imagination and brings a smile to my face (and a pleasing pressure to my crotch) consistently.

I’ve had a wonderful time over this past year working some new collaborations. I’ve worked with several readers/writers, including two projects right now that the ball is in my court on (I promise, compatriots, I’m working on them!). In addition to co-authors, I’m grateful for the opportunity to chat sidebar with so many fine gentlemen with something to share, complain about, and recommend.

My last note of gratitude for the blog today is to Kid Leopard for his generosity and encouragement of my toils here. He’s been extremely generous with my frequent reposts of BG East material. He’s given me more than I deserve this year, including some thoughtful feedback when I’ve strayed into topics that I talk about much more than I really know about. He’s been understanding and tolerant of my not only writing BG East-based fiction, but even writing him in as a recurring character (my own version of him, of course). For KL, as well as for all of the creative minds keeping the homoerotic wrestling industry turning out new delights, I’m grateful for their ability to find the right formula to stay fresh and creative in the face of consumer criticism and, let’s face it, back seat driving (I fully admit to being a prime offender in that category).

My hope is for nothing but the best for all of you who read my words, for all of the hard workers in production in the homoerotic wrestling industry, and for the beautiful and inspired wrestlers and performers who give our little corner of gay kink a go. Play hard! Play safe.