Wrestling Romance

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Valentines Day typically leaves me cold.  Rampant, conspicuous displays of heterosexual romance get on my nerves. But I feel like reclaiming the day for myself this year. One of my fondest devices in homoerotic wrestling is the tender turn after a seriously nasty, bitter battle. When the winner claims his prize and both wrestlers are as enthusiastic about carnal delights as corporal punishment, I’m seriously sold.  Thumbing through the file cabinet in my head (augmented by the search function in my favorite homoerotic wrestling sites), I’m coming up with a sadly short list of my top tender moments in homoerotic wrestling. It’s a satisfying jaunt down memory lane, however. So for this month’s reader’s poll, let me just ask you: which romantic wrestling pair should be crowned Mr. and Mr. Valentines Day Wrestling Couple of 2012?

Art Imitating Life: Christian Taylor and Skip Vance

Skip Vance and Christian Taylor get the pole position in this race to the climax, because Skip has let it be known through his Facebook page that he and Christian are, in real life, long-time lovers. This sent me (and at least one reader I’ve heard from) scurrying back to their ferocious mat room battle in Sexy Showdown 6: Sexier to reconsider the nasty humiliation and pain that these two hot, hard, lean grapplers pour out onto each other before settling in for some naked, sweaty, tender tongue wrestling. These boys get more hot and bothered the meaner the action turns, making me picture infinite homoerotic wrestling scenarios in the Taylor/Vance household. These two sweat soaked boys with their crotches grinding and their lips hovering over each other could totally redeem Valentines Day for me. How about you?

Teasing Done: Rafael Valmor and Blaine Janus

I have no idea what Rafael Valmor and Blaine Janus’ relationship is off the mat, but on the mat in Undagear 18, it was mind-blowing. Other things blew for me as well, and in no small part it was due to the gorgeous tension that Rafael builds by adamantly refusing to let Blaine kiss him throughout their increasingly amorous mat battle. You can just about see Blaine’s balls turn blue inside his tight red trunks as he wrings another sweat-soaked submission out of the Latin lover and leans in to taste victory, only to be shoved away as the brown-eyed boy refuses to give it away for free. Butts get squeezed with rising passion. The submissions get uglier. And once Blaine is just finally wasted with sexy Rafael stretched out on top of him, the curly haired adonis slaps on that priceless kiss on nobody’s but his own terms. Now that’s a love story worthy of Shakespeare! And it’s also an entirely convincing option for Rafael and Blaine to be the 2012 Mr. and Mr. Valentines Day Wrestling Couple.

Sure Thing: Marc Rion and Mitch Colby

On a completely different end of the spectrum (at least when it comes to bodies), I’m also strongly drawn to the outrageously hot sexual tension that rages like a wildfire from the first second Mitch Colby  steps onto the mat with one-hit-wonder Marc Rion as the climax (and I mean climax!) of Mitch’s Wrestler Spotlight.  Holy shit, their bodies are both off the charts, and I don’t care how good of actors they are, there’s some genuine lust slapped down all over their naked bodies! They’re so hot for one another, in fact, that the wrestling is nearly tossed out the window, which would be a cardinal sin in my book. Happily, they manage to get some hot, dominating wrestling in on top of other cardinal sins, earning my profound pleasure and a competitive bid to be poster boys for my Valentines Day redux.

Just can’t hide it: Jared Curzon and Gabriel Ross
Boy toy Gabriel Ross also sometimes dances just this side of forgetting the wrestling in my wrestling fare. But he and Jared Curzon strike such a heart-melting scene in their Motel Madness UK 5 tussle! Again, they’re raging hot for one another from go, and they’re so fucking adorable as to be nearly too sweet to swallow. Get a load of Jared’s luscious ass and monster cock, however, and you’ll reconsider any reluctance to swallow that you might have had. The back and forth between passionate embrace and bearhug makes my heart (and other parts of my anatomy) pound, and I would have no trouble seeing them as the redeeming Valentine’s Day for homoerotic wrestling fans.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered: Sean Patrick and Bud Orton
It’s hard to make a list of wrestling matches with over the top sexual tension turned tender without seeing Sean Patrick show up at least once. The infamous “Kisser” of classic BG East days, Sean slapped his lips on his opponents’ time after time, clearly turned on by the intimacy of domination wrestling. Pretty much anything on Sean’s wrestling resume could qualify, but I think this shot of him from Sexy Showdown 4 making out with always amorous Bud Orton while simultaneously locking him up tight in an ass-up, body contorting, completely humiliating spladle seems like it could be the iconic image of the erotic component of homoerotic wrestling. Oh yeah, sweat pours off of them like Niagra falls and the wrestling is fucking fierce! How do you feel about Sean and Bud being Mr. and Mr. Valentine around here?
Three’s Company: Shane McCall, Brooklyn Bodywrecker
and Liam Ryan
Another image that I’ve remarked on many times on this blog is the victory celebration with tag team partners Shane McCall and Brooklyn Bodywrecker sucking face in Tag Team Torture 2 while one half of the losing team, sexy little Liam Ryan, sucks on Shane’s cock through his trunks. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times, this story has GOT to be repeated, because there’s just nothing sexier than tag team partners/lovers battling for domination and getting more and more aroused as they pick to pieces and utterly humiliate their losing opponents (who are also lovers)! And eroticism in the ring is at least 20 times hotter than it is anywhere else, as far as I’m concerned! Maybe it’s not fair, but this pic proves the delightful possibility that the hottest homoerotic wrestling couple could easily be a threesome (or more)!  Shane, BBW and Liam get my nod as connecting all the dots between tender loving and hard slamming homoerotic wrestling.

Masks and Melting: The Enforcer and Blueboy

Again in the ring, the stunning image from Masked Mayhem 4 of Blueboy making big, bad bruiser Enforcer melt in the corner as he nibbles on his lips and prominent chin turns… me… ON! Two gorgeous bodies, masked in mystery and coated in sweat are a formula for arousing wrestling. But with Blueboy toying with the big heel’s nipple and leaning in close, crotch to crotch and tasting the hunky heel’s mouth, I’m totally turned into a blubbering romantic fool. Maybe Mr. and Mr. Valentines Day Wrestling Couple 2012 are hot, horny masked men?
Hurt So Good: Cruze/Jose and Patrick/Sean

Like I said, it’s hard not to have at least one Sean Patrick match on a list like this, and so here’s a second (with another recurring nominee).  I think of this as another iconic image in homoerotic wrestling from Tag Team Torture 1, with Jose and Cruze heaping agony and humiliation onto Sean and Patrick Donovan in the closing moments of their incredibly sexy victory. Stripped naked, locked into mirror image camel clutches and forced to kiss in the middle of the ring, Patrick and Sean prove that the erotic heat doesn’t have to come from opposite sides of the confrontation. Perhaps this is the most iconic image of homoerotic wrestling passion, and the winning “couple” is, in this case, a foursome of hot, horny, hung hunks with bodies locked together in gorgeous symmetry and power and complete domination.

So who do you think should get the nod? You only get one vote. Of course, these are only the nominees that came to my mind. You may have another set of favorites to suggest. So vote in the right margin, and if you select “other,” then name your wrestling picks for who should be Mr. and Mr. Valentines Day Wrestling Couple 2012.

Mac’s Best Side

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Mac Matthias, 6’0″, 202 pounds
I’m enjoying the new release Pros in Private 9 from BG East, in no small part to a new-to-me discovery of Mac Matthias.  His gorgeous blond curls and hot, lightly hairy body have caught my attention before, but I haven’t taken the Mac plunge before now. He’s 6’0, 202 pounds of mischievous, powerful, fully committed pro wrestler that seriously entertained me in his ring face-off with equally (but differently) beautiful Exavier.  I love the premise for this match, that there’s nothing more suspenseful than when two equally matched muscle hunks with nearly identical dirty-playbooks meet one another with egos hanging out in the ring.

Mac’s stunning ass fills the foreground!
I swear I’ve bookmarked it before, but I was completely unprepared for how awestruck I’d be at the sight of Mac’s luscious ass squeezed so improbably inside his at-least-2-sizes-too-small shiny red trunks!  The whole match is a feast for muscle hunk lovers. Exavier bulges in all the right places, and would any night of the week make drool involuntarily escape from my gaping mouth were I to catch sight of him out at a club. However even Exavier’s tall dark and handsome hotness somehow fades into the background whenever the camera pans around to Mac Matthias’ breathtaking backside!

Happily for me,
Mac’s trunks never had a chance of covering those glutes!
I feel like I need to apologize to both Mac and Exavier for how completely distracted I kept getting from their otherwise extremely entertaining pro match. They both work every inch of the ring, as well as floor space in the BG East ring room I don’t ever recall seeing before, with hot, sweaty intensity. They’re both so unselfconscious I almost instantly find myself forgetting that there must have been a cameraman in the ring room with them capturing this hot, hot action. But all Mac had to do was just turn his back to the camera, and I lost track of time just a bit, enthralled and a little light-headed at the sight of those sculpted glutes.
Even Mac’s side-glute makes my jaw drop!

Both Mac and Exavier have a roguish, almost clownishness about them that take me back to very fond memories of over the top personalities climbing into the ring and filling up my imagination as I watched pro wrestling as a kid 30 years ago.  They tell a story. They mug for the camera (oh, right, somebody had to be holding that camera that Mac delights so in monologuing for!). They both sell nearly equal parts of dangerous short cutter and every inch likable muscle jock. They make me laugh, gasp, and wince as the down and dirty action unfolds, and then… I catch sight of those gorgeous globes not nearly contained inside Mac’s trunks. From every angle, this is one astonishingly pleasing ass!

This position seems hard to explain, but then my eyes rest
on Mac’s ass and…

Mac sweats, making the shiny sheen of his trunks blend in with the soaked muscles of his otherwise naked body. I know I’m repeating myself when I say it, but there are always new neverland readers who may not have heard my ode to the eroticism of a hunky, sweaty wrestler. Sweat brings such a tactile experience to the visual stimulation of watching a powerful body like Mac’s flex and strut and pound and preen. And speaking of tactilely arousing, if Mac’s ass cheeks weren’t made for squeezing long and deep, nothing in this world ever was!

Even spread-eagled with a bulging crotch, it’s the base of his ass cheeks
making my heart pound harder.

There’s geography that Mac’s trunks fail to cover that I never saw from my fondest fantasy pro wrestlers from the 80’s. Between the two of them, Exavier and Mac show one another’s bulges off with a generosity of spirit that brings a tear to my eye. But even when Mac’s bulging crotch nearly pokes me in my tear-filled eye, it’s the beauty of even the barest bottom of those butt cheeks that holds me riveted in place.

There’s no reason on God’s green earth that a man can’t
appreciate his own, hot ass, Mac!

Near the end of this fantastically entertaining match, Mac is dripping with sweat; his exquisitely inadequate trunks are wedged high up his hot round cheeks; he’s in sole possession of the mirror, and completely understandably, he nearly breaks his neck posing with his back to the mirror in order to take in the sight that I’ve been so entranced by for the past 20 minutes. “Why can’t a man appreciate his own butt? That’s all I can say,” Mac mutters to himself, proving there is (and should be) no impediment to his appreciating such a fine, fine specimen of manly beauty. Now, I’m feeling a need to rediscover Mac’s back catalog to stare at his backside for many more matches!

A Handful or Two

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Gino Liota kicks off his match with Joshua Goodman
I’m just now starting to have time to reflect on parts of the amazing Catalog 91 from BG East. These new releases demonstrate that BGE’s bench is astonishingly deep and thick with talent! Having seen some of the matches now, I feel like I have to pace myself. Too much hotness is overloading and dehydrating me! Even trying to decide where to begin created a nearly paralyzing dilemma for me. But I decided when in doubt, go with a sure bet to turn me on: Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!!!).

Gino is like a pit bull latched onto Mr. J’s dangling participles
Mr. Joshua is back on the mats against a lightweight personal trainer and humorless ex-military bundle of equal portions bark and bite who goes by the name of Gino Liotta. Gino is a powerful little package of domineering, snarling, condescending macho attitude that belies his relatively petite frame. One might be left wondering within the first few minutes of this match how, outweighed 30 pounds and staring up at least 4 inches of height difference at Mr. Joshua’s chiseled chin, Gino can be so completely dismissive of Mr. J and so entirely self-confident in his own destiny to dominate. That question was answered for me once Gino strips down to his underwear. I’m not surprised in the least that a man packing that much meat between his legs thinks of himself as nothing less than the most virile top before which otherwise bigger men should quake.

Joshua’s body is built for 2 things: dominating and being adored.
Mr. Joshua rates himself as bigger and thicker than he’s ever been before, which are two adjectives that never fail to pop into my head when Joshua comes to mind. As a crotch-crushing themed match, there’s more than abundant attention paid to both wrestler’s packages, and Mr. J’s package is nothing if not the stuff of legend (Ken Canada will back me up on that assessment). But I want to give credit to everything else about Mr. Joshua, because it too often gets overshadowed by that riveting bulge in his trunks. Mr. J is incredibly fit, incredibly toned, and proportioned like a Greek god.  Whether bigger than ever or not, he maintains an astonishing level of fitness that suggests that he most certainly does not count on his pendulous package to do all the impressing. He’s a muscle stud, and his gorgeously sculpted legs, perpetual six-pack abs, broad powerful chest and bulging shoulders and arms are nothing short of phenomenal. He’s also a handsome, cocky bastard as well, with a beautiful, expressive face and gorgeous, dark brown eyes and a mouth someone, SOMEONE has got to plant a kiss on someday once Mr. J and his python are conquered.
Gino is determined to conquer Mr. J’s legendary python.
The wrestling (which is, after all, what really drives my erotic tastes) is deeply satisfying, in no small part because Gino zeroes in on precisely what I can’t take my eyes off of whenever Mr. J is in front of me: his massive pride and joy. Even in matches where Mr. J’s crotch takes a beating, there’s often some excruciating foreplay as opponents only belatedly go for the gold when Mr. J’s strength, fitness, and (let’s face it) fuzzy grasp of good sportsmanship drive them to it. Gino is not a foreplay sort of guy (which can be a problem, but in this case, it’s fucking hot!). Mr. J doesn’t even know he’s about to get dragged by his hair into the mat room when Gino is already crushing his balls underfoot as Joshua sits at the chest press. The newbie personal trainer is clearly not a man for subtlety. And I, for one, seriously appreciate his initiative when coming face to face with Mr. Joshua and his bulging, oversized, swollen… ego.

Two astonishingly massive handfuls!
Let it not be said that Joshua Goodman cannot rise to the challenge when an opponent takes his biggest strength and, arguably, most tempting vulnerability in hand. He’s nothing short of shocked by the seemingly unprovoked assault by the drill sergeant, which costs him precious, exquisitely suffered agony for quite a while once he’s been tossed unceremoniously on his face into the mat room. But Mr. J is unquestionably stronger than Gino. He’s got a height advantage, a reach advantage, and although Gino is clearly coming with some no-holds-barred hand-to-hand combat experience under his belt, Mr. J knows the BG East mat room and the lengths that it requires of a wrestler, with what has to be one of the longest, if not the longest, wrestling resumes in the business. Even while showing his own crushed balls the loving attention they’re accustomed to, Mr. J grabs a second handful of Gino’s super sized handle and makes his forearms flex beautifully as he tortures the personal trainers testicles in sweet revenge.
Mr. J isn’t shy about taking his fate into his own hands

Frankly, I think of Joshua as someone who’s warmed up to really milking cock and ball torture only lately in his long career. Sure, some nasty low blows have long been in his repertoire. He’s not been shy about grinding his elbow into a vulnerable crotch when he’s got an opponent draped across his thigh in a completely exposing over the knee backbreaker (which he treats petite Gino to in this match as well). But with so many opponents lately targeting his mountainous package with such complete disrespect and brutality, Mr. J is now giving ever bit as cruelly as he gets. There are moments in this match when I swear I think he’s about to rip Gino’s balls off, after which I fully expect him to shove them down Gino’s throat for the vicious indignities which the rookie has inflicted upon him. With a match record as long as Mr. J’s, fans might expect to see less and less new from the battle hardened veteran. But Mr. Joshua is nothing if not more dangerous, more vicious, more willing to dig down deep into the depths of his bag of dirty tricks (not to mention digging into his overstuffed trunks), and that’s paired with awesome feats of strength and a constantly growing talent for executing holds that maximize the humiliation and treat us all to the delights of fantsyman homoerotic wrestling beauty.

Mr. J is always packing heat!

Some things, of course, never change. Mr. Joshua is entranced by his own image in the mirror. His estimation of his strength and beauty lack any humility or self-deprecation, to say the least. He is a stunning sight to see, maintaining his physique with what must be obsessive devotion. And always, always, always, his pride and joy and most prominent feature enters a room several seconds before the rest of him.  Crotch Crushers 2 dishes up everything I depend on Mr. Joshua to do to keep me aroused and entertained, and more than a handful more!

Lingering

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Speaking of coverboys, did you catch who’s the current Randy Blue coverboy and feature model these days? A very helpful reader (thanks, Jeff!) pointed out to me that it’s none other than last month’s homoerotic wrestler of the month, Rex Braddock (aka, Rex).

For RandyB, he’s stripping and stroking as Jaxton Wheeler. His bio is a curious ode to his skill at manscaping. I’m all for Rex/Jaxton’s personal grooming, but I don’t know if that’s where I really begin with being turned on by him. “There’s something about his impeccable manscaping that drives us wild,” RandyB gushes about Jaxton/Rex almost from the start. Eventually, the description mentions his massive chest, his nipples, his “meaty paw” gliding up and down his “beautifully erect cock” before squeezing the “round globes of his perfect bubble butt” and then playing with his hole.

Moments like this bring into sharper focus for me how my erotic tastes differ from mainstream gay porn. It’s not that I disagree with any particular point of the text about my recent homoerotic wrestler of the month. It’s just that the literary eye lingers in all the “wrong” places (read: not where my eye lingers, no condemnation implied). No mention of his tree trunk thighs which could squeeze the consciousness out of some lucky punks head in an eternal head scissors. No mention is his sculpted arms, built for milking a side headlock like juicing an orange. And sure, that’s one “beautifully erect cock,” but it’s just meat if it isn’t slapping an opponent’s face in a humiliating schoolboy pin or poised and lubed for a post-match victory celebration.

Rex’s gorgeous body is for dominating in the ring!

Actually, I’m not trying to run down RandyB. I subscribed there for a while, sucked in by the allure of Chris Rockway and Reese Rideout’s full-fuck pro wrestling fantasy send-up. I think of it as great quality porn that manages to sell some personality along with the standard gay porn fare (which I tend to assess as lacking in any personality). But I didn’t linger long, despite RandyB sending me pleas to sign back up again, ad nausea. What RandyB didn’t do for me, other than a good portion of Chris Rockway and Reese Rideout’s one-off, was tweak my particular kink for wrestling.

Marc Merino won’t soon forget Rex’s crushing thighs.

I’m no expert, but there’s just something about where the eye lingers, where my fantasy anticipates and fills in the gaps in what plays out in front of me when I’m watching erotic content, that diverges along different paths with gay mainstream porn. The drama, the gear, the ring, the aggressiveness, the suspense, the sweat, the domination and humiliation… erotic material that isn’t wrestling oriented still often turns me on, but it typically doesn’t satisfy me for long. Lots of my friends are infatuated with a close up of a big, hard cock pounding an ass, usually filmed from some dizzying perspective with the camera on the floor, straddled by the actors legs hovering overhead. That, in and of itself, is the height of eroticism for some. Or the contextless cum shot. Or the sound of a groan with one gorgeous guy deep throating another. Again, in and of themselves these elements are all just fine with me. But they aren’t “it” for me.

Rex shows muscle hunk Marc what all those muscles are for.

More power to Rex/Jaxton for making a living and hopefully getting paid handsomely for his stunningly handsome face (those eyes! how can a lustful description of this man not eventually mention those eyes!?) and hot as hell hunky body. Now, get him back in the ring, body slamming an opponent naked, and expertly applying a sleeper just long enough for the poor loser to pump out a submission shot of cum before getting knocked out cold. Then, and only then, do I want to start waxing poetic about his expert skills with a razor.

Exquisite manscaping, Rex!

Hotter Than I Can Imagine

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Yesterday something momentous happened. This is something that just doesn’t happen often. It played out like this… I posted yesterday on Kid Karisma’s report back to me that Austin Cooper was not the sore loser whose ego just couldn’t tolerate getting owned by Kid K. Apparently, there’s still some as yet unreleased match between Kid K and an opponent who walks away seriously pissed. Most of the time, Kid K assures us, once he’s dominated a lucky hunk in the ring, there are no hard feelings. Typically, roughed up egos are soothed with Kid’s classic concoction of karisma and commitment to bacchanalian delights. They all go out partying together once club gear replaces boots, kneepads and trunks. As is the norm, Kid Karisma revealed yesterday, Austin was out partying with Kid K soon enough after their recently released ring match for Austin’s Wrestler Spotlight DVD.
Kid Karisma can read my mind
As is my way, this sent my imagination into overdrive, picturing these two ripped, gorgeous, hot as hell young hunks tearing up the dance floor side-by-side.  With hatchets buried, Kid Karisma and Austin Cooper hitting the clubs and shaking their respective world class asses together was instantly an image that possessed my imagination with an iron grip.  Then, as if reading my mind, I received this pic from Kid K:
Kid and Coop on the dance floor before the party begins

Turns out, Kid K and Austin beat my imagination to the punch. This is apparently a shot of the two of them early on in an evening out clubbing, studying themselves in a wall of mirrors. It doesn’t look like there are many fellow-partyers yet there, but ohmygod what lucky, lucky (luckyluckylucky) bastards were those who walked onto the dance floor that night to see the sculpted physiques of Kid Karisma and Austin Cooper doing my 3rd most favorite thing to do with hard, hot bodies like theirs!

In my imagination yesterday, I had suggested that the only thing that could make that scene any hotter was to throw Jake Jenkins into the mix to form a perfect storm of blond, red-headed, and brunette hunkiness that would surely bring fellow partiers to their knees.  A short time later, I received this little treasure guaranteed to drive me insane:

Now the party can really begin!!!

I do believe in a god, because the karismatic one answered a prayer that I hadn’t even dared to voice out loud. I suppose that may make this threesome the holy trinity, but I’m going to stop the religious analogies there before I get complaints from the devout fringe who may read this blog. I may be too old and not nearly pretty enough to get in the door of any club that might be the setting to see this truly awe-inspiring scene of gorgeous bodies, but having one prayer answered already, my next prayer is to see something like this in person before I die. The smiles on their glassy-eyed faces are making me melt as I see superimposed overtop of them the picture of Austin pounding the shit out of Jake in their jockstrap BGE debut Ripped Rookies… and Kid Karisma tying Jake’s spine like a bow around the ring post in their No Mercy Hunkbash… and what I can only imagine will be a feast for the eyes to watch Kid K and Austin’s new release for Austin’s Wrestler Spotlight (which I’ll be enjoying soon!).

Crowning a New Champion: Kid Karisma

The answer to prayers (or the reading of my mind) by Kid Karisma and his camera isn’t actually the momentous event that I mentioned to start this post. Following up on a fantastically hot, candid, provocative interview to start 2012, the stunning beauty of Kid K and Austin’s match in still frame, and these behind the scenes shots of three of the most gorgeous young homoerotic wrestlers in action today, something even more momentous happened: Kid Karisma knocked Lon Dumont out of the spot of my favorite homoerotic wrestler (non-pornboy)! Lon has absolutely owned that title for ages, and I’m still awfully devoted to him as he remains top contender to retake the title, but without a Lon release in Catalog 91 and with Kid K fulfilling my fantasies before I even have them, there’s just no doubt about it. There’s a fiery, no shit, hardbodied, blue-eyed, freckle-faced, red-headed rugby player turned homoerotic wrestler in undisputed ownership of the title of my favorite homoerotic wrestler (non-pornboy division): Kid Karisma.

Begging the Question

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I’ve fielded several emails in the past three days about BG East’s brand new releases in Catalog 91. Damnation! So far, everyone seems to agree that this is an astonishingly hot batch of mouthwatering wrestling potential! To be blunt, there are typically at least a couple products in any given BG East catalog that leave me lukewarm. It’s not an indictment of BGE, but just a nod to the fact that BGE caters to a relatively broad swath of tastes and kinks. However, this catalog is not at all typical. In trying to decide what I can live without, I’m hard pressed to vote any of these DVDs off the island. And it’s not just that there’s maybe one match on a DVD that seems like it’s a must-see while the others are negligible. It’s pretty much every single match!  All but one DVD has at least one former or current homoerotic wrestler of the month or overall favorite wrestler title holder. Pros in Private 9 is the only product without a former or current favorite, however the shots of a Charlie Panther are blowing my mind (did that drill sergeant personal trainer Gino Liotta get a hold of Charlie’s workout routine!?). And the image of Mac Matthias’ butt keeps intruding into my thoughts over the course of my days (in a really, really great way).  So DVD after DVD, this catalog is one long, gorgeous, titillating parade of hot, hunky, hung homoerotic wrestlers!

Kid Karisma continues to perfect the art of using the ropes
to punish his opponents.

Joe has waxed nothing short of eloquent and, dare I say, almost giddy about Austin Cooper’s Wrestler Spotlight DVD and, in particular, the ring bout between Austin and Kid Karisma. I tend to think of Joe as more measured in his praise than I often am. I tend to fall into passionate love (okay, lust) with matches relatively easily, whereas I credit Joe with a more intentional approach to doling out praise in precise proportion to a match’s merits. So reading his unrestrained infatuation with Austin and Kid K’s confrontation makes me think: hot damn, I’ve got to see that!

Two epic asses should make for one extremely hot match!

Joe and I are clearly not the only ones drawn to the whole BG East catalog this go round, nor are we alone in zeroing in on the match between Austin and Kid Karisma. Three separate readers have mentioned to me that they already have orders placed for Austin’s Wrestler Spotlight with his Kid K match at front and center of their attention and anticipation. And 2 of those readers have asked me whether it’s possible that Austin could be the bitter loser who defied Kid Karisma’s charm and walked away seriously put out and resentful of getting owned by the karismatic one.

A heaping dose of the full Kid K treatment

In my interview with him last month, Kid Karisma described one particular, as yet unreleased match where his opponent walked away nursing a persistent grudge against BG East’s irrepressible partyboy.  “Well, there is one guy,” Kid K explained, “but the match hasn’t been released. It was easily the most intense match I have ever done. He hated my guts, and he hated the fact that I was much stronger and boisterous.” Rather than shaking hands and jumping onto the Kid K party train once all the dust was settled (as apparently happens with most of the lucky, lucky boys who face Kid K), a certain unnamed wrestler just walked away pissed. So the same thought occurred to me even before 2 readers separately asked me the question: is Austin Cooper said sore loser?

Austin is humiliatingly ass-upward as Kid K leans back and takes a breather

I know nothing more about it than you do, if you read the interview, so I decided to go straight to the source. Putting the question to Kid Karisma directly, I asked him this morning if Austin Cooper was the bitter nelly whose pride couldn’t cope with getting the full Kid K treatment.  He replied unambiguously, “No Austin is def not it! He’s pretty amazing, and I had a great time with him in the ring as well as out partying!!!”

Austin makes his presence felt from behind Kid Karisma
Happily, I’m just letting the image of these two asstastic body-beautifuls hitting the dance floor linger for a while. Just for aesthetics, I’m throwing into the picture Jake Jenkins, so that there’d be a devastatingly beautiful brunette to round out the hunky blond and ripped red-head trifecta. Before my imagination runs away with me entirely, let me just note that I strongly suspect that every Kid Karisma new release will be accompanied by speculation as to whether each new opponent might be the sore loser in question. Until Kid K spills the beans, we’ll just be left with the awesome delights of seeing him work his magic against the likes of sweaty muscle hunks like Austin Cooper. That will certainly tide me over in the mean time!

Kid K looks leathered up and ready to party down

Serendipity

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Eli Black is bulging in all the right places.

Serendipity: : the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for (according to Miriam-Webster). For example, what delightful serendipity, having just selected lean mean wrestling machine Eli Black as homoerotic wrestler of the month and then to find him the new coverboy for BG East’s new catalog 91!

It’s not that I expected or had even hoped to see the stunning likes of Eli on the pages of BG East at all, much less as the ripped to shreds model for the cover of the BGE website. It was just delightful serendipity.

I have not yet seen the brand spanking new release of Gutbash 9, but I’m hoping to soon. The promise of hairy side of beef Morgan Cruise and marble sculpted Eli taking it to one another’s abs with a vengeance is an arousing proposition, to say the least!

I can’t always tell from the photos or the match description who gives better than he takes, but it certainly looks like Morgan pushes his weight around and gives Eli a ferocious welcome to the ranks of BG East that he won’t soon forget. As I raved not two days ago, Eli is hot as hell, and for BG East it certainly looks like he’s even more ripped and beaten raw than I’ve seen him yet.

Morgan is looking every bit as tasty as in his debut wrecking at the hands of my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler (non-pornboy) Lon Dumont. I’m thinking that Morgan was taking notes when Lon dished out the exquisitely gorgeous and hard lessons of what it takes to be a serious BG East  heel, because he looks like he pulls out all the stops all over Eli’s beautiful body. There’s some sadistic, cheating, vile and merciless punishment captured in the preview pics for this match, and 95% of it appears to be heaped all over Eli’s tortured body. Just like Lon explained, tying your opponent up helplessly in the ropes opens up the door for all sorts of beautiful battering! I swear I can put my hand up to the screen and feel the heat rising off of those beaten beet red abs of Eli’s.

Whoever picked Eli’s gear gets a major shout out from me, as well. His RHW gear has not been entirely complimentary, but this sparse fabric with a bit “POW” plastered across his ass is simply gorgeous! His ass in the air, in a rear mount working on sleepering Morgan out cold is making me want to go back and crown him as homoerotic wrestler of the month twice this month! Since Gutbash 8 technically hit the airwaves in February, I can guarantee that Eli is a serious threat to be the first ever back-to-back winner of two homoerotic wrestler of the month titles!

And I’m just saying, I never got quite the same impression of Eli’s package that these stills from Gutbash 9 clearly give. This is nothing short of beautiful art, my friends. I’m seriously smitten!

Shane’s Big Break continues

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A little over a year ago, reader and contributor Bearhugs sent me a challenge. He started writing a fictional piece about professional wrestling. It starred a couple of high school buddies a few years out of high school. The “main” character is Shane. After learning that it’s all downhill after being the star quarterback in high school, he’s back in town. He’s not exactly long on brains, but he’s got balls to spare.  When he sees his old high school chum Neil at the gym, he hits him up for a little career starter.
Shane thinks he’s ready for action.
Seems that Neil had made quite a name for himself in the local professional wrestling operation since graduation. He’d always been on the wrestling team in school, but he’d committed himself like a maniac to making the transition to the pros. He’s a massive muscle beast. He’s sculpted and smart. And he’s an occasional headliner on the local card. Unfortunately for Neil, he’s a headliner as the local face-chump who’s endlessly featured in one storyline after another in which nasty heels use all their dirty tricks to overcome his physical superiority and humiliate him for the rubes in the seats. Shane has seen Neil on the local TV broadcast of the wrestling show, getting his big, muscle ass kicked back and forth across the ring. It doesn’t look so tough to Shane. Maybe his old high school buddy will pull some strings for him to get him a shot in the ring? Who knows, with Shane’s past as the local hero star quarterback, maybe he could generate a little income for himself to live on.
Neil’s got brains, brawn, and tons of ambition
Little did Shane know that Neil was about 3 steps ahead of him. He arranges to introduce Shane to the wrestling audience the next weekly broadcast. They plan a friendly romp, with big Neil showing Shane the ropes and giving him the welcome that a rookie deserves. But Neil’s got much, much bigger plans in store for Shane. He beats the living shit of his “old buddy.” Neil uses the opportunity to make a monumental heel turn, absolutely crushing Shane brutally as the crowds in the stands turn on the big bully.
Mikey: Shane’s Savior?
That’s where Bearhugs handed the bit over to me. It was a challenge I just couldn’t resist. I wrote “part 2” of Shane’s Big Break, in which Neil introduces Shane to the after-party, where High Rollers with deep pockets get their own show after the masses have left the building. What happens when the High Rollers start laying down cash is completely up to them. Neil’s heel turn has ignited their imaginations, and they pay good money to see Shane fucked up, both figuratively and literally, in a made-to-order, full contact, full frontal assault.  I’d intended the story to stop there, but the characters sort of stayed with me, and before I knew it, there was a part 3 of Shane’s Big Break, in which he decides the allure of a paycheck is worth the risk of a repeat of his nasty humiliations the week before. He shows up for a second week and faces off with savvy lightweight hottie and former champion, Mikey. As per arrangement, Shane cements himself as the sympathetic, heroic fan favorite by besting Mikey. However, Neil interrupts his celebration, charging the ring and laying a beat down on the both of them. 
Just a couple days ago, I posted part 4 of Shane’s Big Break, in which the High Rollers put in an order for a heaping helping of all three studs. Shane is terrified that he’s about to get fucked raw again, but Mikey, the savvy veteran, may be Shane’s saving grace. It’s all up to the High Rollers, of course, but between the force of will of big, muscle freak Neil and lean, mean lightweight Mikey, who would you prefer to see climb on top and pound out some back room homoerotic domination?
These and many more stories penned by me and others can be found at the Sidelineland group site. I’m always pleading for more of the hundreds of group members to submit a little of their own original work, so get off your asses and send me some hot wrestling fantasy fresh from your kinked imagination!

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

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I owe Rex Braddock a favor, because my travel schedule this month completely distracted me from celebrating Rex as homoerotic wrestler of the month like he deserved. The calendar has dictated that it’s time for a new wrestler of the month, however, and I’m ready to get down to business. The big splash in January over at Thunder’s Arena was the arrival of Impact, who just might be able to steal Big Sexy’s name. Matched up against his purported brother, “the All American Kid” Tak, and then against former homoerotic wrestler of the month Z-Man, Impact is looking awfully stunning, especially when he tugs down the front of his trunks provocatively. Neither Can-Am nor BG East posted any January new releases, as far as I can tell.  I’m bending the rules a bit to include three matches from Rock Hard Wrestling, because I failed to include the December 29 release of tasty Travis Storm getting worked on by lean, mean muscle machine Tyler Reeves. Since then, Rock Hard also released jock fantasyman Trent Novak going pec to pec with aspiring male model, Blue Steel Cliff Johnson, as well Eli Black following up his own Rock Hard debut with a muscle bashing demonstration of iron fist diplomacy against the Russian Dream, Alexi Ivanov.
While this is a relatively narrow field compared with some other months, I’m happy to report that the bench is satisfyingly deep. Absolutely any of the above mentioned boys would be welcome to work up a lather of sweat on top of me any day (or underneath, your call). This line up features major league beauty, personality, and salesmanship, but if I’ve got to take home only one of these wrestlers, my decision is pretty damn clear…

Give me Eli Black!

A certain someone who owes me a favor (and I am keeping track!) pointed out to me that during my December Reader’s Choice poll, in which I asked readers to select the current rookie with the brightest potential for a hot homoerotic wrestling future, I made a major oversight in not including young Eli on the ballot. At that point, the only match we’d seen Eli in was in his stunning barnburner debut, matched surprisingly well against another former homoerotic wrestler of the month, Jake Jenkins. It was the sort of rookie debut that leaves me muttering at the screen, “Where’s this kid been wrestling!?” There’s no way in hell Eli Black stepped foot into the ring with hunky Jake as a literal rookie. It’s absolutely, 100% impossible, because despite eventually succumbing repeatedly to Jake’s spine snapping backbreakers, Eli has smooth skills and a hot, aggressive presence in the ring that true rookies are hard pressed to pull off.

The match that makes me anoint Eli reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month is January’s hot, hot, HOT feature in which Eli says “Pryvet” and “Dasvidania” to the baby Drago import named Alexi (aren’t they all?) Ivanov.  Alexi is a post-iron curtain version of Drago, though. The Russian grins like the Cheshire cat when Eli starts things off with a smirk. “Let’s put those Russian muscles to the test then, newboy.”

Eli unleashes an All American can of whoop ass on the tanned, toned Russian Dream. After 5 minutes of failing to launch a shred of offense, Alexi has got to seriously be reconsidering his designs on conquering America. Eli works the big boy like pumping the pedals of a player piano. He maintains the pressure and the pace like he’s been swatting down Russian muscle boys for decades. Slams and suplexes, leg drops, elbow drops, and splashes off the rope… and speaking of ropes, Eli plants his boot right in the Russian’s luscious ass and uses the top rope to add that much more leverage on a shoulder-snapping standing surfboard that displays Alexi’s gorgeous, ripped body to perfection. Either Eli’s got some extensive wrestling background to explain this exquisite workmanship, or he’s nothing short of a child prodigy!

For my tastes, what transforms an arousing wrestling match into a homoerotic wrestling gem is the storytelling. Sliced beef Eli slams down the cocky banter every bit as satisfyingly as he slams down the big Russian stud. Hopping up from yet another splash down on Alexi, Eli takes a quick lap around his opponent with his hands on his hips to catch his breath. “Ah man! The only reason I’m getting tired right now is because I’m whooping your ass! Where’s the fight!? Come on, Russian boy!!!”  When Alexi’s long, strong body is twisted in an agonizing bow and arrow, Eli growls, “Yeah, all your muscles and there ain’t nothing special about you, man!”  “Lucky your girlfriend’s not here,” Eli taunts him, “you’d be ashamed to have her see this!”

Alexi eventually makes Eli pay up just a bit. All that hard, lean conditioning of Eli’s comes in handy as he takes some pounding and manhandling from the Russian Dream. It’s relatively short-lived, however, as Eli demonstrates that speed and cunning can be an awesome antidote to a 30 pound weight advantage and a nearly half a foot height advantage.  Eli covers every inch of the ring, taking his outmatched bigger opponent from corner to corner to corner to corner.

And it’s most certainly not as if Alexi is “the muscles” in this match. Eli drags Alexi’s sorry, sweet ass up off the mat over and over, muscling him around, scooping him up and slamming him down like a machine. Eli may not sport the biggest muscles in the business, but he’s all solid muscle from head to toe, and he deploys them with an awesomely arousing awareness of all the uses a hot, hard body like his can be put to.

In action, it’s Eli’s relentless aggression and his pounding, juggernaut pacing that tweaks my kink and makes him a favorite. In still frame, it’s Eli’s hot, hot athletic ass (I love it when he wipes his sweaty palms on his butt), and his eyebrows that send me into homoerotic fantasyland. Eyebrows!? Yes, eyebrows. When he’s ripping the Russian apart in a muscle feast bow and arrow, Eli’s eyebrows arch in concentrated fury. He looks like every evil genius from classic spy dramas, but this evil genius is a ripped, hard, gorgeous young homoerotic wrestling prodigy who makes me more than pleased to crown him my reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month!

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month – Eli Black

Real Friends

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I’ve got deadlines coming out my ears, so things have been pretty quiet around here lately. That isn’t to suggest that I’m not thoroughly immersed in the world of homoerotic wrestling still. Somehow, there always seems to be time for that in my life, in one form or another.

BG East Boss, Kid Leopard, makes Sailor Rob his bitch
I was exchanging emails with a long-time online contact and writing collaborator a couple of days ago. We know each other primarily through the venue of homoerotic wrestling fiction.  I mentioned in my last email something about BG East. He replied that he’d never heard of them.
Kid Vicious meditates on the connection between pain and pleasure

Wha-ha-huh?! I studied his reply closer to figure out where I was misreading it. But no. Never heard of BG East. Was he joking? It doesn’t look like it. He apparently loves some hot, erotic, beautifully bodied wrestling but is unaware of BG East, which by their own account have been producing exactly that (hot, erotic, beautifully bodied wrestling) since 1980! I became aware of them about 14 or 15 years ago, and I’ve been pretty much obsessed ever since. So imagine my shock to learn that a fellow kinkster who totally gets off on the same sort of wrestling action that I do (as far as I can tell from comparing wrestling fiction notes), has absolutely no idea who BG East is.

Badboy Joe Mazetti folds hunky Brad Rochelle up like gift wrap
Simply amazing! This disclosure reveals a few things to me. For one, this online collaborator clearly does not frequently read this blog. It’s simply impossible that someone could even occasionally read neverland and come away having never heard of BG East (or any of the other companies I finance with my homoerotic wrestling purchases, but especially BG East). Most of the feedback and ongoing conversations I’m involved in start with something I’ve said on the blog, so it catches me off guard that someone who knows my wrestling kink rather well doesn’t linger much around these parts. No shame, mind you. I’m not suggesting there’s anything wrong with not reading my frequently convoluted, often self-contradictory musings about what turns me on about homoerotic wrestling. Just surprised that someone who’s read a lot of my writing doesn’t read it here much.
Jonny Firestorm is out to destroy prettyboy Alexi Adamov
More interestingly for me, this revelation surprises me because I figure everyone who’s into homoerotic wrestling fiction online is also part of the fan base of homoerotic wrestling videos. I wasn’t conscious of it, but I was assuming that the gay wrestling video tent entirely contained within it the gay wrestling fiction audience. Homoerotic wrestling videos came before wrestling writing for me, so I’ve been under the assumption that everyone who I interact with around homoerotic wrestling fiction has also come by the same path. Assumption checked.
Mr. Joshua shows Darius that he’s got the right tool for the job
That anyone with a love for homoerotic wrestling in any genre or format should just not recognize the name BG East, however, seems like a missed opportunity for some hot pounding wrestling delights. I’m fully transparent in admitting often that my own fiction is frequently drawn from the best and most inspiring of what turns me on in the videos I watch. I certainly seem to recognize many of the same angles, perspectives, body types and holds in gay wrestling graphics/visual art that are, at least, “in keeping” with some of the gorgeous wrestling that good folks like BG East produce so well.

Brooklyn Bodywrecker taunts us with Mr. Joshua’s naked ass

So anyone who happens to read this post, perhaps surfing through following a search link for wrestling fiction or some particular celebrity wrestling fetish that you and I share, if you’re gay and hot for wrestling and haven’t extensively explored the world of BG East, go there now. If the names Kid Leopard, Kid Vicious, Jonny Firestorm, Brad Rochelle, Alexi Adamov and Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!!!) don’t ring a bell, and if anything that rings my bell rings your bell, then you should avail yourself of some awesome wrestlers and action. And if you and I exchange emails and you report being completely unaware of BG East, or Can-Am, or Thunder’s Arena, or Rock Hard Wrestling, then don’t be surprised if, after I get over being gobsmacked, I immediately tell you to walk, not run, to any and all of these find purveyors of fine wrestling kink.

Jose and his jackhammer pound hunky Greg Leary into the mat

As far as I’m concerned, real friends don’t let friends remain unaware of hot, homoerotic wrestling action!