Those who know me know I have a peculiar infatuation for newsmen. I subscribe to the school of thought that the news-entertainment industry has long ago been veering steadily toward requiring their headliners to be hot hunks. The jump from beefcake eye candy behind the news desk to homoerotic wrestling hunks in my imagination is a short one. My first homoerotic wrestling fiction charted the narrative of 8 network news studs in a beach wrestling reality television bonanza. In fact, THE first match I wrote starred my constant newsboy infatuation #1, Chris Cuomo, doing battle with his bromantic weatherman colleague, Sam Champion. This was before Sam was out of the public closet, but that didn’t stop me from writing with certainty Sam’s undisguised workplace crush on the big , muscled, beautiful Italian. In that match, Sam stuns Chris by going vicious and dirty first, but the bulging newsreader battled back, furiously crushing Sam’s chest in a breath stealing body scissors that left the Champ unable to submit until the Italian Stallion finally tired enough to let an ounce of air back into the weatherman’s lungs. With no love left between the colleagues, Sam tried to double cross Chris in the team wrestle free-for-all. The weatherman successfully sleepered Richard Engel out of the competition, and nearly did the same to big, too beautiful to stay in news Rob Marciano. But big, bad Rob had other plans in mind, knocking the Champ out cold with one bare fisted punch to the face.
Anyway, Sam Champion’s real life narrative started to turn almost as hot as I imagined him in my wrestling fiction. He came out, married his swelteringly hot Brazilian bon-bon, and honeymooned on the beach, in speedos, lingering long for the cameras to snap just hoe hot and beefy we always knew Sam to be. And with that slice of heaven in his corner, I have to wonder of the Champ might need a resurgence in the News Division in my homoerotic wrestling imagination!
And two years after his workplace crush, Chris Cuomo, flexed his guns in Sam’s face and then left GMA for good, Sam has announced that he’s also out the door to headline The Weather Channel. The eye candy left at GMA is getting pretty sparse. Unless the quickly promote Gio Benitez and Matt Gutman to shirtless anchors pronto, I predict a precipitous fall in GMAs ratings. Cause the only thing that let’s me digest 2 full hours of mot pruning newsishness is hot hunks serving it up.
Honestly, British Olympic diver and nearly universal masturbation fantasy Tom Daley’s coming out as a guy dating a guy will not in any substantial way influence my life. It’s not like I, or any of hundreds of thousands of gay men, were refraining from having Tom star in our lusty, speedo clad, speedo stripped, soaking wet erotic imaginations. I appreciate his explicit interest in this not being a big deal. Of course, there are a couple ways to read that. 1) He’s such a postmodern child of the millennium that honestly and intuitively rejects both gender and sexuality binaries as fundamentally patriarchal and of disintegrating salience, or 2) He’d rather skip the social consequences of being publicly known as a guy who likes (among other things, apparently), cock. Whatever.
During the London Olympics, I imagined that not only did Tom like cock, but he also got off on hot, horny homoerotic wrestling. His opening round erotic wrestling match in my imagination pitted him against the awesome (also real life mo) Aussie Matt Mitchum. Cute as a a button, Tom’s minuscule speedos tented impressively as he tried to snap the Aussie’s neck in a long, sweet, crowd pleasing standing headscissors. Tom “the Bomb’s” pouch was stained darkly and liberally as he swiveled his hips, flexed his rippled abs, and flashed that adorable babyface grin at the hometown fans. It was all looking so great for the boy wonder, until Mattie turned the tables, ripped off Tom’s speedo, and wrapped both hands around the British pinup boy’s lovely shaft. Already worked up to a favors pitch by his enjoyment of owning the advantage over his opponent moments earlier, the achingly young pretty boy almost instantly erupted all over his chest. The subsequent ball claw was just icing on the cake. Tom was over and done for, screaming his submission and disappointing the horrified hometown fans. He did redeem himself just a bit when the Aussie kept working his rod post victory, until the boy wonder pumped out a rapid fire second emission. Seriously now, who could stay upset in that rockin’ bod, double barreled cock, and puppy dog eyes for long?
Tom’s fate as a homoerotic wrestler in my imagination took a turn for the better when he partnered with fellow teen babyface Brit diver, Chris Mears. The hometown heroes stayed above the fray in the four way tag team competion until most of the other competitors had already done damage to one another. Tom took drool-worthy Chinese diver Kai Qin out of the match with his patented power bomb. When Matt Mitchum tagged into the action again, hungry for beating more corporal satisfaction from Tom, he once again ripped Daley’s speedo off (damn, the Aussie had Tom’s number!). Matt brutalized the wonder boy with a vicious clothesline. It was looking like an adolescent mugging again, until Tom’s partner couldn’t stand it any longer, and they delivered a mouthwatering double team. Tom earned jack off vengeance, before sleepering the Aussie out cold and then driving home the point with his rod shoved into Matt’s slack mouth as Tom counted out a 3 count on the sleeping beauty. Unfortunately for the Brit boys, they forgot there was one final opponent left in this 4-way tag team match. Before they realized what was happening, Mexican hunk Yahel Castillo Huerta sleepered out Chris with a figure-4 and, at the same time, Tom with a traditional sleeper. It was just so close for the prettiest pair of teenage wet dreams in the Olympics!
So, long story to say that the sexuality of real life Tom Daley won’t have much impact on me at all, unless he wants a date. Short of that, he can love, fuck, or marry whoever he wants as far as I’m concerned. But if he’s got any luck at all, his boyfriend is a hardbodied homoerotic wrestling fanatic who will make my dreams come true for Tom, preferably replaying that homoerotic wrestling competition from my imagination. And if not…whatever. He’s got a permanent place on my podium of homoerotic wrestling fantasy men.
Lon Dumont doesn’t just look devastatingly pretty, he uses that all natural physique to devastate his competition in the ring, as well!
My reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler, Lon Dumont, has perfectly combined the artistry and science of physique training. Seriously, look at his gorgeous body and you know what I’m talking about. He’s been stunning the judges on stage over the past three years of bodybuilding competitions, just as he’s been using that phenomenal physique to crush the competition in the ring at BG East. Not only was he starring in a new BG East release this month, Last Man Standing, he was also bringing home a sexy, big-assed trophy from his latest bodybuilding competition as well.
Lon shocked and awed in his most recent bodybuilding competition this month. Holy serratus anterior, Batman! This is the definition of definition!
As for me, I’m at least as turned on by Lon’s sell and personality as I am his physical perfection. But I can see why his physique alone generates accolades and trophies. Other BG East wrestlers have also noticed, and happily signed on for some personal training from Lon, transforming their hot muscled bodies into even hotter, harder, and hunkier physical specimens (all the better to dominate!).
Now, you can also benefit from the hardcore training lessons Lon has learned from breaking down and building back up his beautiful body into the work of art it is today. Lon self-publishes “The Natural Physique,” a full color magazine focusing on natural bodybuilding, natural fitness training, and just plain natural health. Of course, I subscribe for the articles (a-hem), but I can imagine that aficionados of sexy bodies would find plenty of eye candy to enjoy. And if you’re interested in healthy eating, exercising, and networking with other natural physique devotees, TNP is a must for your coffee table. Check it out, “like” TNP on FB, and subscribe today!
Looking for that certain something to buy for a homoerotic wrestling fan (like you… or me?!). In honor of our full-contact, to-the-death annual holiday tradition, you can pick up some sweet deals at some of your favorite erotic wrestling suppliers. So unzip, pull out your wallet, and do your part to spread some holiday cheer.
Still hungry after Thanksgiving? Settle in on a 48-hour VOD of Damien Rush working to make LJL his muscle worshipper in Backyard Brawls 8 (for 25% off for Arena Members!).
BG East is giving you an extended 48 hours to enjoy it any of their VOD matches. Arena members also get 25% off VODs, and of course, there are more VOD’s for Arena members, but even non-members can pick up choice entertainment, such as watching Damien Rush force feed LJL his hot, hairy pec and put in his bid to make the little guy his muscle worshipper in Backyard Brawls 8. Sale ends December 2, so get on it!
Nothing says “holiday season” like naked muscle icon Billy Herrington bashing homoerotic wrestling god Mark Wolff’s face into the lockers in Lords of the Lockerroom, available while the overstock sale lasts.
Can-Am is currently running a $15 overstock sale on dozens of DVDs as they clear out some storage (hopefully meaning they’ve got a lot of new releases they need to stock up on!). There are some classics in the overstock selection, including watching massive Billy Herrington smash muscleman Mark Wolff’s face into the lockers in Lords of the Lockerroom.
20% of downloads from Rock Hard Wrestling seasons 1-14 include hot fitness star, Will Stanley, taking everything that Ethan Andrews can dish out, and then bearing down on the smart ass with a vengeance. Sale lasts until December 2!
Rock Hard Wrestling has 30%off any download from catalog’s 1-14 for you to snag through December 2. There are dozens of matches you have access to for the discounted price, including such favorites of mine as stunningly hot Brit Will Stanley taking a boatload of punishment from always dangerous Ethan Andrews, before turning the tables and shutting up the smart ass scrapper but good!
Squeeze some savings out of Thunder’s Arena with a seasonal Bearhug Challenge between Archer and Big Shawn, and 20% off downloads and 40% off DVDs.
Thunder’s Arena has a “Black Friday” salestill up as of today, including a Bearhug Challenge with one of my infatuations, Archer, trying to out-bearhug massively Big Shawn (with bonus footage of Specimen showering and posing poolside!). Also, with coupon code BFRY2, you can get 20% of downloads and 40% of DVDs purchased. I don’t know how long the sale runs, but it looks like you can still get in on the Black Friday deals at Thunders as of now.
It was a relatively close contest between Attila Dynasty and Lou Terassi with regard to who you thought wore those pastel pink undies best. Polls here at neverland are frequently blow outs, but Attila took the popular vote with about 60%. Now let’s see Lou and Attila in the ring in a finish-to-start match, with the boys starting out naked and wrestling to see who gets to walk out of the ring room wearing the aforementioned gear. Who’s with me?!
Attila Dynasty’s trunks always have to work overtime.
Today’s Friday Fashion poll is a rare cross-production contest. N2N has been making eye catching undergear that’s been a favorite choice at Can-Am. However, a few of the BG East boys have sported N2N gear as well. Take, for example, These biker shorts from N2N. Blue, orange, and muscle sucking sexiness all over, they look like they’re painted on Rusty Stevens. But damn it all, if they don’t look like they’re painted on and aching to get ripped off UK motel battler Darren Madison, as well! It’s another veteran heel going head-to-head with a achingly fresh faced rookie. I think they both wear the fuck out of these trunks, but who do you think wore it best? You know the drill: check out your options and then vote below.
Rusty Stevens squared off in these N2N biker shorts against Aryx Quinn in Can-Am’s Arena 2.Darren Madison squeezed so many gorgeous bulges inside the very same biker shorts in BG East’s Motel Madness UK: New Breed?
It’s the day designated for expressing thanks. I certainly have a boatload of things, people, and moments to be thankful for. But as a departure from always talking about what I like, I think today I’ll just share some choice pics of homoerotic wrestlers who give every impression of being caught right at the moment of thanking their lucky stars. Happy day, y’all.
Randy Stanton was the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet when Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!) gave him the chance to wrestle for the greatly coveted secret look at what Mr. J is packing in his trunks! BG East’s Matmen 21.Sebastian Rios worships at the feet, the cock, the ass… well, everything of oiled and insanely luscious Rafe Sanchez (mmmmm…. Rafe….). BG East’s X-Fights 32: Caribbean Oil.Peter Stallion similarly looks like he may be thanking a higher power for his all access pass to Rafe (mmmmm…. Rafe….). BG East’s Wrestle Worship 1.Two musclemen battle for the adoration of muscle worshipper Randy Dowell, who cannot believe his luck! Wrestle Worship 2: Triple Emission.When is Canadian Thanksgiving? I think it’s right around the moment that Ben Monaco gets his hands on the furry, massive pecs of newbie Alain LeClair. BG East’s Mat Scraps 2.Rookie Frank Daly is in for a marathon of brutality and viscousness, and you can tell from the look on his face that he wouldn’t have it any other way! BG East’s X-Fights 27.What’s LJL to do when he finds himself commanded to worship Damien Rush’s muscles? Thank his lucky stars! BG East’s Backyard Brawls 8.Paul Lasalle gets to freeze frame the ring action in real life, so he gets down on his knees, strips frozen Buck Wyld of his trunks, squeezes that incredible ass, and thanks the homoerotic wrestling gods! Can-Am’s Fantasy Pro Wrestling.Win? Lose? What the fuck ever! Landon Mycles drops to one knee and silently prays a word of thanks for the chance to get his hands all over Michael Vineland. Can-Am’s Pro Sex Fight 1.On his knees and worshiping the physique of Kevin Crowes, Rusty Stevens is one thankful homoerotic wrestler! Can-Am’s Pro Sex Fight 4.Buck
Jake Jenkins is supremely equipped to wreck rookies.
Personally, I’m entirely supportive of Jake Jenkins developing a specialty in rookie wrecking. Sure, it seems like only yesterday the gorgeous quadruple threat (dazzling beauty, devastating mat skills, dangerous ring skills, and demolishing MMA moves) was starring in his own Ripped Rookies sweat bath match against friendly rival golden boy Austin Cooper. But there’s always been something seasoned and grounded about Jake’s confidence. It’s not as if Jake can’t compete with (hell, dominate!) in the deep end of the pool, but he sure looks like he’s never having more fun than when breaking in, breaking down, and humiliating a baby faced rookie. Now that it seems like he’s developed a taste for humbling and hurting beautiful newbies, I think Jake is really coming into his own. Take, for example, his total mastery of beautiful muscleboy Kip Sorell in BG East’s new release, Backyard Brawls 8.
Kip Sorell could well be the prettiest thing to come along since Rio Garza.
First, a word about said rookie, Kip. Actually, I have a strong feeling that this will just be the first of many, many words to be said about Kip, because this heavenly body has an instant and irresistible gravitational pull. Let me start with the face, because if I start elsewhere, I’m likely to get too distracted to remember to mention that this kid has made-for-tv-movies Hollywood handsomeness that makes me count my lucky stars that he showed up on the doorstep of BG East. The leading man jawline, the button nose, the full eyebrows to compliment the shaggy mane of hair… it all adds up to Kip being an intoxicating mix of boy-next-door meets Chippendale dancer. I’ve got $10 for the first BG East wrestler to tongue wrestle this virginal slut (metaphorically speaking… about the “virginal slut,” not the $10!).
“You know, I feel like this just doesn’t hurt you enough,” Jake muses.
It’s Kip’s picture perfect physique that plays the starring role in the narrative of his Backyard Brawls 8 match. Even Jake gives the sculpted rookie credit as they approach the mats. “You look pretty big there,” the veteran acknowledges. “I have to admit, I’m a little scared to wrestle you.” There are two possible explanations for this stunningly self-deprecating maneuver from Jake. First, he’s genuinely scared. If I saw a specimen of muscle and conditioning like Kip coming at me aggressively, I’d probably be scared (oh, fuck that, I’d be full aroused and ready to grab hold with every appendage I’ve got). But the second possibility, the one I’m more inclined to believe, is that Jake is fucking with the kid’s head. If that’s the case, it works. Kip grins, a little embarrassed, struggling with a comeback, trying to gauge what an appropriate game face looks like when your opponent, who has the reputation for demolishing opponents, pays you an instant compliment. Not 20 seconds later, and Jake has the rookie pounded into the mat and screaming in agony. Yeah, right. Jake was really scared.
“Oh, haven’t had enough yet?” Jake asks. “Of course I haven’t!” Kip spits back angrily. “You seem awfully confident for someone getting your ass kicked,” the veteran smirks back.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jake smile as much during a match as he does picking apart Kip’s mouthwatering carcass. “Yeah, you got all those muscles. Well, so do I. And mine look better!” Jake boasts. There are wrestling fans who would quibble with this proclamation. As for me, I’d worship Jake’s body morning, noon and night, but arguably, Kip Sorrel’s conditioning, size and raw strength are probably, objectively, superior. But when Kip is tied up like a pretzel, every joint getting ripped apart, screaming in agony, and his opponent is grinning from ear to ear, barely breathing hard, and flexing for the camera with his free arm (because it doesn’t even take him two hands), Kip is in no position to argue.
“Hey, bro, why even work out? Just stay at home!”
Sweet mother of god, Jake tortures the rookie with a command and expertise that’s like crack cocaine to a wrestling fanatic like me. Every lickable inch of the physique-star rookie is displayed by his tormentor for our delight. Kip spends an eternity, multiple times, getting his crotch ripped open wide, his taut hamstrings quivering, his trunks threatening to either rip apart at the seams or simply stretch past the point of fully covering up what they’re designed to cover. I think there’s got to be a market for a voyeur’s choice match, where a randy fan/blogger gets to step in at a moment like this and get his hands and lips all over the captured, helpless body being owned (write your favorite wrestling producer and recommend this!).
“Those legs are stronger than I thought,” Jake concedes. Kip crows right back, “I’ve been saving them up for you!”
Jake gets cocky. Hell, Jake is cocky and backing it up from 3 seconds out of the starting gate, but there’s a particular moment when he’s leaning in a little too close, pausing just a little too long as he licks his lips trying to decide what method of corporal punishment to deliver to Kip next, when like a bear trap, the rookie’s thighs snap shut around the veteran’s head. Holy shit, watching Kip’s handsome face grow a sideways smirk in self-congratulations as he makes Jake suffer extremely long, and extremely hard, is astonishingly arousing! “Now I’m having all the fun,” Kip coos, flexing, stretching, doing push ups, and being an all around taunting bully. Those legs of his, taut, ripped, flexed like a bundle of steel cables, are unbelievable. Can you imagine how dangerous this kid could be with some training and experience!?
“Now I’m having all the fun!”
However, Kip Sorell lacks training and experience. And after milking out a humiliating submission with those phenomenal thighs, he makes the mistake of trying to rub it in with a crotch-in-your-face schoolboy pin 3-count. Now, I’d pay this stunner a healthy day’s wages to sit right there on my chest for hours on end, but Jake is not me. Like the monkey boy Kid Karisma knows that he is, Jake hooks the rook’s underarms with his feet and absolutely launches the kid flying several feet into the air and off of Jake’s chest. Kip is laughing, still slapping himself on that perfect v-shaped back for the submission, and either not noticing or not taking seriously just how pissed Jake is at the gratuitous post-submission humiliation. Rookies… (smh).
“Come on, scream just a little bit louder. I’ll make you, dude!”
The banter in this bout is top notch, best I’ve ever heard from Jake. “Come on, scream just a little bit louder,” he demands, grinning ear to ear as he instantly has the rookie compromised again. “I’ll make you, dude! Come on, just two words, and it’s all over. You know the words!” Kip is a tough son of a bitch, and all of those fantastic muscles soak up a truly incredible quantity of punishment before he submits again. But he submits again, don’t doubt it for a second. “This is a lot easier than I thought it would be,” Jake snarls with contempt. “Hey, bro, why do you even work out? Just stay home!” Um… shut up Jake. The rook is entirely, vulnerably, pristinely perfect, just the way he is (trapped there, screaming between your lightly hairy thighs).
“That’s the last thing you’re going to see before you go to sleep!”
The initial playful respect and give and take give way to Jake unveiling a seriously sadistic side. He pins the ripped rookie again. He forces another submission. He drags him to his feet by that mop of pretty hair and then slams him back down at will, beating the air out of his lungs and last ounce of strength from those lovely muscles. “And to top it off, I don’t really like you too much!” Jake spits, sliding his dangerous legs around the rookie’s throat and slowly sliding them into place for an intimate, crotch-pillowed figure-4 sleeper. The smiling rookie leans over and shoves his tattooed right bicep in front of Kip’s dazed face. “That’s right. Struggle,” Jake taunts. “See that? That’s the last thing you’re going to see before you go to sleep.”
Jake Jenkins, C.R.W. (certified rookie wrecker)
Jake Jenkins is a certified rookie wrecker, and he loves his job with a passion. The delight he takes in force-feeding the bulging pretty boy rookie the turf is simply awesome. The contortions he puts Kip Sorell through do the double duty of making the newbie scream and submit AND forcing Kip’s magnificent, muscled ass to repeatedly struggle free from being entirely contained by his sexy trunks. Jake does not win the $10 I’m offering for the first wrestler to apply a lip lock to Kip Sorell, but short of that, this is a picture perfect match. And Kip may not have won Jake’s respect, but holy hell, no one else is going to mistake the obvious truth that this kid can swallow mass quantities of punishment and keep coming back for more.
Jake Jenkins appears to me to be working on cornering the market when it comes to wrecking rookies. His most recent appearance at Rock Hard Wrestling, returning to that arena after a notable absence, pits him against Ryan Gosling’s little brother, teenage bodybuilder Matt Engel, in a match aptly named, Jake’s Surprise.
Jake is leaner, less bulging and pumped than we’ve seen him in the past, but that does nothing to dent just how damn sexy this stud is! “So you’re the new guy,” he grins, facing the ripped rookie across the ring. “I’ve been waiting to get my chance to take a shot at you. I’ve heard a little bit about you,” Jake grins.
What has Jake heard? We never hear that part of the backstory. My hunch, though, is that everyone who’s ever laid eyes on Matt Engel is talking about that baby, baby face, incredibly hot, meaty ass, and AMAZING legs. His calves are phenomenal. “Phenom” could easily be this kid’s moniker, if he manages to do more than just look pretty.
Early going, however, that looks unlikely. Jake fucking owns this kid outright. A side headlock makes the blond boy’s pretty face flush dark red. The follow up bulldog leaves the teen bodybuilder already wobbly, and not a minute and half have gone by yet. A suplex, shoulder blocks into his gut while trapped in the corner, stomped to high heaven… Matt Engel looks an awful lot like a Ken Doll training dummy for a while there.
There’s an intensely hot moment when Matt is obviously seeing stars. He’s flat on his back, with Jake pacing around, landing an occasional stomp, but mostly just enjoying the view in the mirror of himself, flexing over top of the battered muscleboy. I swear to God, there are at least 10 seconds of Matt just staring up, a little awed, hardly minding the gun show exploding above him. Jake drags the kid up by a handful of hair (over and over and over), and then slowly positions all of those beautiful, golden, muscled limbs, cinching him right up in preparation for a suplex. “Say, ‘I’m ready, daddy!'” Jake demands the slack jawed hunk. “Say, ‘I’m ready!'”
You get the impression that Jake could take this muscle kid any day of the week, twice on Sunday. He lands nothing short of a graceful swan dive head butt to the kid’s battered abs that make me gasp. He locks the kid’s knee up nice and tight, wrenching it the wrong way, and then leans back on one elbow, striking a classic Playboy centerfold pose and soaking in the sight of his showboating domination in the mirror on the wall. Letting the bodybuilder go, Jake slaps that damn fine hot ass of Matt’s, adding insult to injury.
“There’s this song I really like,” Jake mutters as he goes to work prying the kid up and slowly wrapping his sweaty muscles around the blond bombshell like a python. “You know what it’s called?” Jake asks. “It’s called,” Jake starts singing… singing, I fucking swear to you… “This is the end.” True enough, the bashed muscleboy is at the end of his rope, and he gives away the first fall submission in a luscious, indulgent abdominal stretch feast for the eyes. Nice work, Jake.
Jake’s got a taste for rookie wrecking, and it’s incredibly hot to watch him take a bite. “Let me hear you scream in pain!” he barks at the muscleboy in the very moment of spinning the stud into a spine snapping Boston crab. The dangerous veteran locks Ryan Gosling’s little brother up in a sweaty, tight head scissors and then does push-ups, humiliating Matt by smashing that pretty face into the mat with each pump of Jake’s shiny pecs.
Okay, Matt has some offense that makes Jake suffer. His wrestling repertoire looks to me to be significantly limited, but what he lacks in ring skill, he makes up for abundantly in delightfully provocative charisma and trash talk. When lovely Matt smiles real big and wide, thrilled by his dominating control of his smaller opponent, he’s got the raw material for a serious star there! Threatening to snap Jake apart at the knee, he slowly nudges the storied star closer and closer to the edge of despair. “I’d let you stand up,” the rookie smirks, landing vicious rabbit punches into the side of Jake’s captured knee, “but you probably can’t right now.”
But there’s one story here, and the promise of a bulging, teenage bodybuilder with limited experience is not it. The real story here is Jake Jenkins fucking loving every minute of torture he inflicts, every decibel of screaming agony he milks out of Matt, every inch of joint wrenching control he works all over those mouthwatering, bulging, beautiful bronzed muscles of Matt Engel. He relishes this match. He cannot get enough of watching the sight of his mastery of this rookie in the mirror. “Watch yourself,” he commands the kid, choking that ripped bod all twisted up in the ropes. “Watch yourself choke!” he barks, forcing Matt to stare at himself being dominated in the mirror.
“I got a special treat for you,” Jake promises, straddling the prone, devastated teen bodybuilder and flexing his sweaty, hunky bod over top of him. “No, it’s not my body,” Jake quips [yes, yes it is, Jake]. No, it’s shockingly decisive, sweetly suffering over-the-knee backbreaker, in which Jake lays muscled Matt out like the Thanksgiving turkey, ready for carving.
I’m a vegetarian, but damn it all if that’s not making my mouth water! But despite Jake crooning like a champ, this is so not the end of Jake’s new release rookie wrecking rampage…
The Sears Christmas catalog would arrive, and I’d spend countless hours combing through the pages of the toys (and underwear) advertisements, my imagination filled with anticipated delights. I’d make a list for Santa, then comb over the pages again and revise my priorities, guess at the optimal constellation of gifts to produce the maximum pleasure. There was something intoxicating about coveting toys and then coveting the underwear models, back and forth.
That’s the next closest thing to a new BG East catalog. Like Friday’s release of 101. Every page makes my blood pump harder, so much anticipated pleasure. Just the anticipation, the tease of a handful of words and accompanying provocative photos, is such a delight! After the mouthwatering taste, but before the full on consummation, there’s such a sweet spot right here, right now. I cannot wait to consume the promises, but then again, the wait is so, so sweet!
Hunky Muscle Mask gets the Aryx treatment in Masked Mayhem 11.My reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler, Lon Dumont, catches my (and Donnie Drake’s) eye in Last Man Standing.Lorenzo “Jake” Lowe obediently worships the ripped body of Damien Rush in Backyard Brawls 8.My mind is blown, and I suspect my crotch is not far behind, by Jonny’s customizable demolition of Drake Marcos in Custom Combat: Drake’s Drubbing.So many world class bulges between Kid Karisma and Pretty Pete Sharp in Kid Karisma’s Wrestler Spotlight.Lane Hartley makes me gasp just seeing his stills as he picks apart body beautiful Z-Man in Pros in Private 10.KIp Sorell and Jake Jenkins. That’s pretty much all that needed to be said to make me dizzy, much less just a glimpse of the preview pics from Backyard Brawls 8.
Yowza! 2-time homoerotic wrestler of the month Denny Cartier spanked Brad Foster’s ass in the last Friday Fashion poll! with over 81% of the vote, Denny obliterated 1-hit wonder Brad as the one who wore trunks best. I’ve long been infatuated with Denny, so you don’t have to convince me, mind you.
The sweatier Denny gets, the sexier those trunks look!
Today you’ve got what I think will be a tougher Friday Fashion choice to make. Two extremely tasty hunks wore the same pair of pink briefs with brown trim, and both boys rocked the look hard. Attila Dynasty or Lou Terassi. Who wore it best? Check out the nominees and then vote below.
Attila Dynasty rocked the powder pink hard in Mat Hunks 9.Lou Terassi grabbed a ton of attention wearing the same pair of trunks out in Undagear 15. But did he wear it best?
Sidelineland 