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Name That Gear
It was warm enough for short sleeves and shorts yesterday, so I was delayed in my weekly Name That post. The clouds have set in again, so I have renewed focus (and a sunburn). In cashing in his prizes as winner of last week’s Name That Cock quiz, Topher came up with an excellent suggestion for the theme for this week’s quiz: Name that Gear. Of course, there’s iconic gear that seems indelibly linked to one particular homoerotic wrestler. Think Brad Rochelle looking over his shoulder at the camera, his gorgeous glutes packed into trunks with the word “SPEEDO” stitched across the ass. So now that Brad’s off the table as a possible answer to this week’s quiz, here are some close ups of some other, perhaps less iconic, gear that I associate with one particular homoerotic wrestler or another. Just by way of hints, all of this gear shows up more than once, helping to build the association between the wrestler and the gear. So none of this week’s answers will be one-hit-wonders. Again, with all credit to Topher for the concept, let’s get down to business and play Name That Gear.
Name That Cock
Ah, I’m a big, big fan of this cock and the gorgeous, hairy hardbody of which it is a perfectly proportioned piece. I follow this wrestlers tweets with great delight, and if I ever had an opportunity to go on a date with him, we’d sit down over a delicious dinner and discuss Michel Foucault and Jacques Derrida before heading back to his place for an energetic wrestling match culminating in multiple orgasms and messy, though fastidiously safe, sex. He’s been a feature of one quiz already, and I have previously described his “gorgeous tool at full staff” in reference to this very wrestling match. In other words, unless you’re new around here, I think you should know this one without any further hints.
This beautiful cock belongs to a wrestler I’ve mentioned only twice before on this blog, but he’s a go-to classic homoerotic wrestling pornboy for my tastes. He was 5’8″ and 170 pounds when he wrestled in 6 entertaining matches, 5 of which featured his trunks around his ankles and his cock taking an enthusiastic pounding, usually from his own hand. In this match, he faced an incredibly aptly named opponent whose own cock was also front and center in the action before all was said and done. With furry, incredibly hot pecs and just a slight self-consciousness that made me feel like I was right there in the room with him making him nervous, he’s got a place almost as high in my affections as his “cousin” who also wrestled, but wasn’t sporting quite the tool that this hunk had. Still, it’s not about how big it is… well, it’s not ONLY about how big it is…
Okay, this probably belongs earlier in the quiz, because you can see most of this homoerotic wrestler’s opponent’s face, hovering ominously open with his chin resting on the hunk’s testicles. Classic doesn’t quite cover the hardbodied homoerotic wrestler to whom this oiled up cock belongs. Prototypical? Pioneering? I always forget this wrestler had a first name, because like so many iconic entertainers, it really only takes his last name to be clear who we’re talking about (though an entirely correct answer here will require both names!). He reportedly wrestled at 204 pounds of sliced to the joint muscle on his 6’0 frame in around 15 matches (give or take), and was said to also have worked behind he camera as well on many more. I’d tell you more, but this wouldn’t be so much of a quiz, then, would it?
Simply beautiful. I’ve spilt a lot of virtual ink on this homoerotic wrestler and his cock… and his ass… and his ink… Interestingly, I don’t hear from a lot of others equally as enthusiastic as I am about him, which I find perplexing. Still, considering my oppositional-defiant personality disorder, being on my own in my infatuations is oddly reinforcing. Reportedly 6’0″ and 185 pounds, he was way too much for his opponents to handle in the match pictured here. He’s also a prior “Name That” feature, and he’s a multiple title holder, and the difficulty parameter on this question is supposed to be the highest, so that’s all you’ll get by way of clues from me.
So good luck. Study those cocks long and hard. Take your time. Enjoy the intellectual stimulation of the quiz. And do let me know what you come up with.
I’ll Buy That
However, I’m convinced that this is not simply a quiet little fetish that you and I and a few thousand of our closest, anonymous internet friends embrace. My primary evidence for this theory of the mainstream homoeroticism of combat? The mainstream male model.
Sure, whatever. Roll your eyes if you must. But the male model squeezed into underwear to sell the name on a label is big business because the market is much, much broader that you and me. So when we see these aforementioned male models posed in explicitly fight and wrestling scenarios, I argue that this is evidence that combat between sweaty, muscled, gorgeous men is explicitly homoerotic. This is about sex. They don’t pick these guys because they appeal to anyone’s intellect, my friends (of course, they might be intellectually stimulating, but most of us would never know).
This latest batch of pics of models-as-wrestlers/fighters comes from my grazing in the fields of Homotrophy. The only model identified by name there is this jaw dropping specimen barely fitting into that white wrestling singlet, whose name is Harijs Broza.
Wrestling… sex… a little bondage thrown in with that singlet strap provocatively wrapped around Harijs’ wrist. This isn’t my imagination. This is evidence of Timoteo spending a whole lot of cash to sell some gear, and while I suspect that the gays may comprise a large portion of the Timoteo clientele, this is hardly marketed just for the wrestling fetishists among us.
Name That Ass
Name That Tat
I think this ink may be a little tougher to identify for novices, but the match from which it comes has been frequently mentioned on this blog. Look at those thick, veiny pecs! Sweet. Also sweet is the fantastic chemistry between this homoerotic wrestler and his opponent in this match. Every hold is simply a tool for lustful exploration and adoration of their bodies. This big, muscle stud homoerotic wrestler is pictured here in control of his opponent who was both a former “Name That Ass” answer as well as a pervious homoerotic wrestler of the month. I can’t put my finger on his height/weight stats, but he’s big and beautiful.
Returning to the theme of “commitment” exemplified by body art, this portrait of Jesus being crucified, inked across the rib cage of a homoerotic wrestler is full of delightful contradictions and irony. A believer this devout who pops up repeatedly in wrestling matches marketed (let’s face it) primarily to the gay wrestling kinkster just makes me smile. And then there’s the iconic image of abject suffering sketched across the hot body of a rookie who, let’s face it, suffers a whole lot in one humiliating wrestling match after another. Well, to be honest, he’s been in one published product, in sort of a daisy chain of wrestling scenarios, roughly sketched out as two “matches.” In the pay-site, you can just recently also find him getting a wrestling tutorial from another awesomely tatted wrestler who was a former “Name That Tat” answer. And for that matter, the muscle opponent crushing this homoerotic wrestler in the pic above was also a “Name That Tat” answer. The crucifix stud above is 5’8″, 170 pounds, with a frat boy face that turns me on when it’s twisted in agony.
Back Again
Name That Ass
A Knockout
Photographer Joe Oppedisano simply connects all the dots between wrestling/fighting and homoerotic kink. In addition to some sweet, tasty pics (look under photos/artistic/Knockout), you can also appreciate a “making of” the Knockout photo shoot, via Greenwood Cooper and downloadable via Queer Channels On Demand (QUOD), if you live somewhere quite a ways east of where I live. I can’t attest to the reliability of QUOD, so this isn’t me telling you lucky, lucky boys in the UK to unload some pounds with them (you probably know better than I do). I am, however, quite certain that Joe’s eye peering through the viewer of his camera is seeing exactly what I’m seeing.
The intensity and intimacy of combat is erotic. Period. Straighten it up all you want, but I just can’t bring myself to believe that the homoerotic kink is a late-comer to male combat sports. Joe’s art may shorten the distance between HBO pay per view fights and Naked Kombat, but I refuse to accept that anyone alive today suddenly invented the notion that hot, hard, sweaty men pounding, squeezing, and climbing on top of each other until one of them is flat on his back and begging for mercy is sexy. As. Hell.
Full contact, I’m on the record, is not as arousing and engaging as wrestling for my tastes. It’s not that the moment a big, blond hunk’s eyes roll into the top of his head, as the tatted bad ass cracks his shin across the side of his face, doesn’t make my blood pump in all the right places. It’s just over so quickly. I need a little time to savor it, to milk the moment (so to speak), to be moved by the suspense of pressure and leverage and endurance and domination. When one hunk can turn the lights out on the other in a split second, I have to worry that it’ll all be over and done with way, way too soon.
QUOD tells me that I live in the wrong part of the world to check out Knockout. This is just one more reason I need to move to the UK (along with Russell Tovey, the real Being Human, Ashley Ryder and Grapple 101).
Name That Tat
This tat resides on an incredibly meaty left pec. “Honor” it says, with a heart, which should be distinctive enough for you. It’s not the only ink this tanned homoerotic wrestling side of beef owns, but it makes me obsess about licking the sweat off his pec whenever I see it. His body of work isn’t so extensive that I feel like I need to give you a ton of clues, but I’ll just say that his opponent in this indoor bout was an answer to a former “Name That Ass” quiz. If I say more, I might as well just tell you the answer, so that’s it.















































