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Another Side of Wrestling

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I can’t attest to really anything about JuicyLads.com other than the previews and non-member site. It appears to be, primarily, a jack-off site with a lot of straight British boys pleasuring themselves or having help from a woman. Trying to capitalize on our little corner of the gay porn kink world, they have previews of two wrestling matches out.

Apparent headliner, Britboy aka Steve, looks familiar to me. I’m thinking I’ve seen him, perhaps as one of the endless line of go-go boys featured by Chris Geary. When I have time I will likely dig some more to see if I can find him elsewhere. He’s stunning, and he’s featured in the two wrestling matches available for preview. He’s hotter by a factor of 20 with a hairy torso than smooth, but I’ll take what I can get.
The clip from his tussle against a tattooed boy in the briefest of speedos looks entertaining. I get the impression we’re watching two testosterone-charged pretty boys genuinely testing their muscles, speed and endurance against one another. Some occasional gimmicks pop up, like a little less than convincing test of strength, and the final victory pose is transparently scripted. Other than that, some nice grunting, tossing, and dominating.
The setting is a little reminiscent of BG East’s early Private Bouts rompus room. Very little geography to work with, and some exercise equipment must be carefully avoided. I’d generally give it a weak score for set up, except that this sort of tells a hot story. These are two muscle studs at the gym late one night, clearing away the equipment, laying down some mats, and stripping to their speedos to see who can come out on top.
Although Britboy is the headliner and muscle face, the boy in green wins me over (as he does Britboy). At first, his haircut is distracting me. He looks like he just rolled out of bed and took some scissors haphazardly to his own head. But once he mounts Britboy and handily controls the muscle stud underneath him, I find myself warming up to him. Once he climbs on top to snarl and growl while flexing out a double bicep victory pose post-match, I definitely want to see more of him owning Britboy. The rest of the products at JuicyLads don’t really speak to me (straight guys jerking or getting sucked by women just doesn’t do it). So I don’t imagine this wrestling as a side dish is enough to get me to pull out my credit card. But the side of wrestling is tantalizing, and I’ll keep my eye on the menu in the future.

I Will Not Hate, I Will Not Hate, I Will Not Hate…

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Clearly, I’m not a Cosmo girl. The unveiling of Cosmo’s hottest bachelors from across the country seems like it’s tailor made for gayboy consumption. But not so much. I really don’t think of myself as a hater. I love the look of all sorts of bodies, really I do. But seeing the wall of Cosmo’s bachelors on this clip from the Today Show makes me think that I am simply not the demographic Cosmo had in mind. Vanilla, vanilla, vanilla… no heat, little color, and some of them just haven’t quite finished up with puberty. Mr. Mississippi makes me feel like a felon, and that the time is not worth the crime!


Okay, that sounded harsh. I’m really working on not hating here. Let me just take Mama’s advice and focus on the positives:
In this clip, keep your eyes out for Mr. Oregon. I’m jonesin’ on him for three reasons: 1) he’s setting off my ‘dar with his answer to the question of what he looks for in a “girl,” 2) his body is ripped to shreds, and 3) he’s got to be high, probably to work himself up to answer questions about “girls” (see #1). Read his profile on Cosmo, and tell me that Mr. Oregon doesn’t play for our team. He finds it stressful to date (women) because he never knows how long to wait before it’s safe to make a move. Trust me, darling, we’ve all tried playing that stressful game at one time or another. He wants to remind women that some men are sensitive, and his roommate’s girlfriend says he’s the type that every girl wants to take home to her parents (e.g., non-threatening). Yep, my ‘dar is working just fine.
I’ll skip my catty comments about Mr. Georgia, and I’m summoning superhuman self-restraint not to do a discourse analysis on Mr. Maine’s characterization of a woman’s anatomy. Returning to Mama’s advice, let me continue…
I’m guessing Mr. Washington’s been smokin’ weed with his neighbor to the south, so he’s also tripping my ‘dar. If all he wants a woman for is to incubate progeny, we can hire out, and he and Mr. Oregon came come over to my place for naked Fritos.
Finally, Mr. Ohio is even more shredded that Mr. Oregon, but unlike Mr. Oregon, he doesn’t appear to be stoned (i.e., could be a bit uptight), so I’m sticking with my three-way naked Frito-fest fantasy in the Pacific Northwest. Still, that clip from the Today Show featuring Mr. Ohio in his adorable glasses, revealing that he’s a 3rd grade teacher, and… ding, ding, ding, ding!!!. Wait, he’s a gym bunny, third grade teacher who doesn’t have a girlfriend, and his idea of a sexy date (with a woman) is a bike ride in the country and ice cream? All right. He can grab some Ben & Jerry’s Hubby Hubby and bike over to join me, Mr. Washington, Mr. Oregon, and the Fritos. He needs a toke.

So, as I said, clearly I’m not a Cosmo girl. And this hottest bachelor bit is grating on my nerves and making me have to work extra, extra hard not to go hatin’. Now I need to clean the house and pour the Fritos in a bowl.

My Favorite Deadly Sin

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A friend in Italy just sent me an email confirming she saw the legendary “sexy priest” calendar on sale in Rome. Clearly this must be art, because it makes me feel guilty, pisses me off, and turns me on all at the same time. It’s the height of hypocrisy to make these strapping young hunks the objects of our lust, when they themselves have been sworn to celibacy in an institution that condemns lust, including man-crushes. Ah, forbidden fruit (yes, I said fruit). In honor of my favorite Italian, I wanted to share this head-scratching, yet provocative product that is making me deeply embrace at least one of the deadly sins.
Mr. Father August, 2010 looks like he’s into corporal punishment, if you ask me. Is it wrong to want to yank off his dog collar and throw him around by that floppy head of hair? I’m imagining that he’s into high-impact moves, and frankly I’d be okay with getting body slammed by him.
Here’s a pic from a few years ago featuring Mr. Father July, 2007. He’s making me feel all conflicted inside. Do I give him a lecture on the oppressive policies of the church, or do I get lost in those dreamy eyes and adorable dimples?
This studly man of the cloth was the coverboy for the 2007 calendar. Just try to tell me that he doesn’t know he’s gorgeous (still another deadly sin!). The slightly parted, full lips… the piercing, pale eyes… that Roman nose… this is about sex, and there’s no way that they don’t know that gay men are buying this crap up. “Lead me not into temptation,” indeed. We know that they know that these guys inspire lustful thoughts, and when I start thinking lustful thoughts, I’m inevitably going to imagine some sweaty wrestling scene with a hunky young cleric getting ripped out of his frock [I think I need a minute to myself before I can finish this thought]. Okay, if this had only been in print in my adolescence, I’d have loved to say that the sexy priests calendar turned me gay. As it is, I’m just happy to stumble across these men of the cloth with their come-hither stares, and let my imagination do the rest.

Another Side of Wrestling

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FetishHunks had several free clips from their wrestling vids up on YouTube until just a few days ago. Their account was cancelled all together, so I’m suspecting Big Brother may be involved. You can still see some clips on their webpage (click on some of the matches in the store and you’ll see a free preview – same as were up on YouTube). This is wrestling as a side dish, without a doubt. A little story and a lot of commitment give these guys some sweet credibility, I think.

Pornboy Nick Harmon seems to be the muscle dude behind the madness on FetishHunks. He’s also the most frequent protagonist showing up in their wrestling sides. He’s a sincere little studpuppy with a hot muclebod. He also makes several appearance in their Muscle Worship department (and Shaving, and Ass Play, and…), and that very round ass of his is a tasty morsel (decent ink, too).
In their wrestling sides, there’s a lot of script showing, but there also frequently appears to be a bit of legitimately throwing each other around. Even in the public pics there are some hard cocks on display, so at least some of these guys get down to business.
My number one turn off with FetishHunks (apart from the snuff-film crap) is the occasional site of XX chromosomes. The view between the legs of a spread-eagled woman is NOT what I want to see when I’m browsing for some turn-on material. Oy. Talk about buzzkill. Frankly, though, that’s what you get with homoerotic wrestling as a side dish: our wrestling side by side with someone else’s kink. So no harm, no foul. Just be forewarned.

Workout Ink

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Yesterday was another wonderful day of beautiful men crossing my path left and right. This video (which I found thanks to Tattoo Hunks… more from inked beauty Billy) inspires me to celebrate the beauty of some of the very fine men I saw at the gym…

While I did not catch sight of as much stunning ink on such hot, round biceps as Billy’s, there was the 5’10” pale stud with long curly blond hair. I’m sure he caught my double take when he walked by me in the locker room. I’m guessing he played football in high school, but he’s too small for the college team, so he just does bodybuilding now. His massively mounded shoulders and beautifully round, full pecs made me smile. But he didn’t see my jaw drop when he walked by, with that towel wrapped around his narrow waist and bubble butt, and I caught sight of the letter “B” tattooed on his right shoulder blade. Truly fantastic. I don’t know if it was his high school logo, but it only goes to show that he’s got a fantastic canvas crying out for more ink.

Sadly I didn’t see this hot swimmer stud, but very happily I did take a long gander at the 5’5″ young Latino guy with dark, hairy legs in the pool . He has a sweet, slender bod with thick legs and a strong (not huge) chest, but watching that stroke, it was clear he didn’t hone that body as a competitive swimmer. Soccer, perhaps? In any case, the large red and orange phoenix tattooed completely across his right pec is truly a work of art. I hope he didn’t mind me staring at his chest. If so, well… why did he get that fantastic tat there?
Although I didn’t get to see this very serious looking lifter, I did enjoy the even more stunning view of a 6′ or so dark Italian hovering around the locker room in black boxer briefs. I had to make several laps around the locker room to have an excuse to examine both the hard bod and the gorgeous ink climbing up his hip to his rib cage, then continued on the outside of his arm, up to his shoulder. It was one, long, abstract vine. Simply beautiful. I forgive him in advance for probably referring to it as a “tribal” design despite almost certainly belonging to no tribe in particular. Let’s just say it’s art, and his already beautiful body is that much more a fantastic work of art for it.
I actually do swim and work out at the gym. Really, I do. I don’t spend the whole time stalking the body beautifuls. But when stunningly fit men walk around me half naked sporting inspired ink, swimming, flexing, strutting… well, let’s just say that I enjoy all the perks of my gym membership.

Another Side of Wrestling

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Gaymentube at Youtube has posted another short clip from a Musclehunks.com video with massive bodybuilders wrestling (sort of). At $30 a month, I’m still not convinced of the cost/benefit ratio of a membership with Musclehunks, but like the last clip, this one certainly grabs my attention.

Dude in black shorts is a brick…. house. His abs are cut like crystal, and that bubble butt, narrow waist, and thickly muscled back is blowing my mind. Those thighs look like they could bend steel… and if they can, I’d definitely pay to see that. His stunning opponent is nothing less than a musclegod in his own right, but in this match even his bod is astonishingly outclassed.
Like the last Musclehunk wrestling vid I commented about, one of the charms of this clip is that these guys seem to be actually enjoying themselves. Lot’s of laughter and smiles make me think that rolling around and grabbing each other’s ass is not an arduous task for either of these beautiful young men.
Unlike the last clip, these guys don’t really seem to be throwing each other around. More rolling and mock strikes than actually seeing their gorgeous muscles being seriously engaged. I don’t mind a playful, frat room-style romp at all. Even without aggro, a couple of stunning bodies tossing one another around and enjoying themselves is totally worthwhile. In this short clip, it doesn’t look like they’re actually tossing, though.

One of you homoerotic wrestling connoissers with more disposable income than I have need to give me heads up. Does Musclehunks have enough wrestling as a side dish to make it worth my pennies? What video does this match up come from?

Astride the Soapbox

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A recent comment on this blog sent my mind circling around the question of the role of homoerotic products and gay liberation. The classic critique of porn is that it objectifies – complex, three-dimensional people are transformed into 2-dimensional objects of lust. Personally I don’t buy this argument at all. Short of a Vulcan mind-meld, any gaze is an objectifying gaze to one extent or another. We are all, at all times, existing entirely within our subjective interpretations (and fantasies… especially fantasies!) of who we see each other and ourselves to be. We’re always filling in each other’s backstories, objectifying, demonizing, valorizing, sensualizing…

These days, gay liberation seems to be circling the drain of heterosexualized partnering. Our thought-leaders feed us the notion that our self-actualization will only come once monogamous, dyadic partnerships of boys with boys (and girls with girls) is subsumed underneath the mountainous weight of state sanctioned marriage. I know that I’m swimming upstream here, but “gay marriage” does not look like liberation to me. Sorry to offend… but moving on…
Which brings me back to my original question. Does gay porn and, in particular, homoerotic wrestling have anything to do with gay liberation. At the risk of being scorned as biased (did I mention I’ve invested considerably in the industry?), I propose that what we’re about in the producer/performer/consumer partnership in homoerotic wrestling is more than just a paycheck and an orgasm. I think we’re about something liberating. Just a few points in my evolving thesis:

1. Erotica and porn have always snuck across the lines that divide (urban, rural, black, white, out, in, etc.) and shown up wrapped in anonymous packaging (or more recently with the click of the mouse), at which point all of us have had that moment of realization that we’re not alone.
2. In a bodyphobic society bent on making us all hate the shape, size, proportions, complexion, and impermanence of our bodies, erotica and porn hold the potential of helping to right that imbalance. When it’s done right, when bodies are unflinchingly celebrated, when bodies are adored for the naked beauty they possess, then erotica/porn is a flip of the middle finger to the puritanical oppression of bodies as inherently dangerous, dirty, vile and corrupting.

3. Erotica and porn (and here I think homoerotic wrestling in particular) has the potential to demonstrate an enacted alternative to the straight-jacket world most of us live in. The way things are is NOT the way things have to be, and if we couldn’t imagine an alternative vision of masculinity and male bodies and gay male attraction and gay male lust, then what would we be left with? We’d be left with the lies that we’ve all been taught: that gay men are predatory, despicable, immoral, incapable of love, selfish and self-hating. Some gay porn, sadly, borders on perpetuating those lies, but when I see two powerful, confident, strong, mutually attracted men throwing one another around and pounding on one another, I catch another vision of who we all might be. When I see the fantastically erotic story of domination and submission, power and vulnerability, worship and lust… then I think we’ve got something crucial (and hot!) to teach this world about the fabulous depths of the human condition. If it not only gets us off (and that SHOULD be a priority… see point #2), but also makes us think differently, then that seems like a glimpse of liberation to me.

I guess I’m going on and on today just to say that none of us are alone, we are all beautiful, and however stuck the world may seem at times, the way things are isn’t the way things will always be. Whatever else it does, homo-erotica should remind us that we are powerful and beautiful and possessors of vital insights into the potential of human passion. [Dismounting soapbox.]

Another Side of Wrestling

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The homoerotic companies that don’t specialize in wrestling clearly see that there’s a market here. Another clip on YouTube catches a few minutes of a match between two hulking, massively muscled bodybuilders produced by MuscleHunks. Despite combing the online store, I can’t find this match, so I suspect it may be a members only clip (I’m not a member).


What I particularly enjoy about this clip is that despite the boys clearly being just “messing around,” they appear to really be throwing one another around. And these guys are big enough to really throw one another! It reminds me more of a frat house romp in the chapter room than a typical homoerotic script (not to say that frat house romps aren’t homoerotic… give me a break!).

The hunk in white trunks is a hoot. He’s got a very handsome face, and he clearly really enjoys straddling his opponent’s backside (who the hell wouldn’t!?). He also can’t help but let his narcissist-freak-flag fly, getting totally distracting from his mount gazing at his own reflection in the mirror (02:26). What a hot kick: the musclehunk watching himself dominating another muscle hunk in the mirror… domination, voyeurism, narcissism, probably more than a little worship. Fantastic!
But I think the tanned stud in black trunks is the hotter of the two. He also can’t seem to stay off his back. Even when he has his man down, he seems more than ready to roll over and grapple from his back. The final view of the clip shows this bodybeautiful checking himself out in the mirror, hinting that he’s liking what he sees (again, who the hell wouldn’t!?).
The final hotness that I identify in this clip are the two nearly naked muscleboys at the margins, shouting encouragement. More voyeurism, perhaps some warriors just waiting their turn to jump into the fray.
Nice work, MuscleHunks! If you produced more like this, I’d be a more regular admirer and consumer! And if you had this in your online store, I bet you’d discover a significant demand for more of these muscleboys throwing one around. If anyone knows exactly where to find this little gem, I’d love to hear from you!

A Labor of Lust

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In honor of Labor Day, my thoughts turn to the inspiring (in so many ways) working men. Today of all days, I’m inspired not so much by the hotties in suits and ties, though white collar strip-wrestling is a joy. No, I’m thinking more about the dirty, hardworking, grunt and grind laborers who keep the real engine of society running.

Firefighter hunks have gotten a lot more attention in the past 10 years or so. From NYC to Seattle (and lot’s of places in between), firefighters are stripping down, oiling up, and eagerly presenting themselves for body worship. While I do NOT advocate setting fire to anything just to see if the firefighters who respond are calendar men, I do confess that I fantasize about being trapped by a fire, and having a sweaty, sooty, fireman crash through the door, sweep me up in his arms, and carry me to safety. Oddly enough, he always gives me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation even though I don’t need it, and he’s always bare-chested, which seems like it probably is not regulation uniform.
Police officers also deserve respect, and more than a few deserve much, much more (a pec claw, head scissors, worship…). Hottie cops also have calendars to support their good causes (though not as many… are firefighters sexier than cops?). Firefighters vs. cops seems to be a recurring theme. This clip from the Gordon Elliot talk show features a hunk-competition of firefighters against police officers. Firefighter Sal at 01:37 (worshipped at 4:48) and officer Don at 02:56 ought to battle to submission in a pro-ring to determine the winner. I’m betting on Sal.
And finally, all the credit in the world to the men who put their beautiful bodies in the line of fire. It’s nice to see that our fighting men squeeze in time for wrestling. The sailor on top in this clip has a nice butt packed into those coveralls! The way the smaller soldier in this vid completely dominates the much larger man is totally impressive. And these marines have some nice trash talk (“fuck me! fuck me!”), a ball grab, tight body scissors, and even tickling (someone’s been watching the same sort of videos I watch!). While I do love me a man in uniform, I’d gladly forgo that fetish for a little more peace in the world.
To all the hardworking men, beautiful inside and out – and to all the homoerotic scenarios based on blue collar studs – thanks for what you do, and happy Labor Day!

The Substance of Wrestling

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I’m not sure of what sick puppy thought of oil wrestling… but I like his thinking. Of course there’s the Turkish Oil wrestling that suddenly appeared everywhere on the internet a few years back. I still have no idea what the cultural meaning is behind these boys coating themselves in olive oil and shoving their hands down each other’s pants, but I’ve been assured that it’s not sexual. I am willing to concede that it very well may not be sexual at all… to them.
The more explicitly homoerotic version of oil wrestling, or its spawn, lube wrestling, is everywhere. Most of the time its a novelty grope-fest, so it doesn’t satisfy a fetish for hot, aggressive pounding. But it certainly has its own charm. Brit go-go boy Chris Geary has been filming himself and his go-go boy friends wrestling for years now, including several oil matches.
BG East did a few early “filmed on location” oil tapes at a gay club called Paradise. Some of my favorite classic boys show up, including the prototypical bodybuilder-jobber, Wade Cutler. BG East didn’t do much else in the medium until recently having Rafe Sanchez and Sebastian Rios oil each other down (mmmm…. Rafe….).

Can-Am has done over 100 matches taking place, at least in part, in oil. Their recurring script for almost every match used to be: 1) studs wrestle in gear in a ring, 2) studs wrestle in gear in oil pit, 3) studs wrestle naked in oil. I haven’t sampled all the goods, but in case anyone’s looking for recommendations, my first Can-Am purchase ever was Canadian Musclehunk Oil Wrestling 3, with the incomparable ass of Jimmy Royce. Another classic I recently discovered is Can-Am’s early workhorse “Flex” squeezing a totally dominating headlock while erect and nude and straddling the legs of twisted-like-a-pretzel Tom MacKenzie in Hard Nude Oil Wrestling 2. Sometimes it’s nice to see muscleboys get owned… sometimes it’s nice to see them do the owning.
Newer company Naked Kombat has done a few matches in oil (and water, and mud). I like the shiny bodies in Tyler Saint vs. Patrick Rouge, and the audience adds a nice voyeur-performance aspect. But one of my very favorite all-time homoerotic wrestling vids is from BG Wrestling. They’re online store appears to be down, but you can find a lot of their titles at the Can-Am Store. Fantasty Oil Wrestling 4, with Rocky and Talvin Demachio is a prized possession. When Demachio wraps up Rocky in a tight little package and strokes himself at the same time… it brings a little tear to my eye.
Seriously, oil doesn’t make for hard-fought dominating action (unless you’re a Turk), but the tactile look and sounds of muscled bodies slapping and sliding make for an entirely enjoyable sub-genre.