On the Tenth Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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On the first day of Christmas, Santa brought me a whole collection of treats to satisfy my obsession with Kid Karisma’s ass. On the second day of Christmas, he delivered Ben Monaco flexing his beautiful pecs. On the third day, Santa brought me Steel Muscle God flexing his rib crushing legs . On the fourth day I found underneath my tree ice melting romance between Skip Vance and Christian Taylor. On the fifth day of Christmas, Santa sent me Darius displaying an assortment of gorgeous gear stuffed with his muscles. On the sixth day of Christmas, Santa delivered Kid Vicious, sneering and punishing and promising more to come (and possibly my long awaited interview!). On the seventh day of Christmas, Santa brought me the insanely shredded back belonging to long-time infatuation of mine, Lon Dumont. On the eighth day of Christmas, Santa sent the eye-catching nipples of seductive new mat man, Mason Brooks. And yesterday, on the ninth day of Christmas, Santa dropped an entire storyboard worship-session devoted to the jaw dropping coup de grace of masked erotic wrestler Cage Thunder.  Santa’s got my homoerotic wrestling fantasies by the shorthairs, and never before have I had such an impulse to oil down a big, furry, bear daddy belly and shoot all over a white-haired saint.

“On the tenth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”

As regular readers know, my turn ons span a range of wrestlers, wrestling genres, body parts and builds.  It hardly needs explaining that the moment my ninth day of Christmas present whips out his power tool for an explosive victory finale that I’m nine tenths of the way there myself.  But just the impressive flex of a striated latissimu dorsi can give me a knee buckling surge, not to mention razor sharp trash talk or even a knowing wink at the camera.  But another newbie to the homoerotic wrestling scene this year reminded me that I’ve got a special hard spot reserved for wrestlers who clearly communicate that ripping off their clothes and going toe to toe with another barely clad battler turns them on!  I’ve seen more than my fair share of “homoerotic” wrestling that requires those quotation marks around the word “homoerotic” because the boys in question look a little bored and/or repulsed by the task at hand.  I’m not talking about the narcissist who can’t take his eyes off his own lovely image, or the snarling heel who looks infuriated by the mere sight of his prey daring to step into the ring, but rather the awkwardly flat footed combatant who looks embarrassed for himself, bored with his opponent at best and actively fighting his own impulse to run away from the open eroticism at worst.  On the flip side of that continuum is someone like who Santa brought to me this morning, and that irrepressible smile that has earned him the moniker of Cheshire Cat from me because that gorgeous teethy grin grows from ear to ear when he steps on the mat and sees a mountain of muscle flexing back at him.  He obviously loves homoerotic wrestling from the inside out, and that smile paired with the instant bulge in his trunks leaves no mistaking that this kid wants it every bit as much as I do.  That smile alone says it all, and straight from my whispered fantasies, on the tenth day of Christmas Santa brought to me that gorgeously kinked grin of charming newbie Drake Marcos.

From the first glimpse I got, I referenced Drake as “that handsome young man”

There’s a doe-eyed quality there, accentuated by the dimples, that disguise the lustful delight Drake demonstrated when he got his hands all over lovely Gabriel Ross.
I still say he and John Fugelsang need to rip ‘n’ strip wrestle as an erotic brother battle (then tag team).

Flat on his back, totally compromised, about to be humiliated, and you know by that irrepressible smile that he wouldn’t trade the moment for anything! 

Gorgeous, handsome, joyful, instantly aroused… Drake Marcos’ smile speaks directly to the wrestling kinkster inside of me.  He adorably indulged my wish list fantasy, and for that, he and Santa made this tenth day of Christmas extra hot!

On the Ninth Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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I’m getting seriously worn out this Christmas season by the shocking generosity of a certain mature bear daddy in red and a whole lot of his sexy, homoerotic wrestling helpers who keep sliding erotic fantasies underneath my tree.  On the first day of Christmas, Santa brought me the aesthetic perfection of Kid Karisma’s ass. On the second day, he brought me Ben Monaco’s furry pecs flexing for me. On the third day of Christmas, Santa brought me Steel Muscle God showing off his new quad development . On the fourth day I found underneath my tree  some heart and crotch warming romance shared between the reigning royal couple of homoerotic wrestling, Skip Vance and Christian Taylor. On the fifth day of Christmas, Santa delivered Darius’ most beautiful bulges. On the sixth day of Christmas, Santa got me on the line with Kid Vicious, who delivered his patented sneer that never fails to make me pop.  On the seventh day of Christmas, Santa brought me the glorious, shredded V that is Lon Dumont’s beautifully muscled back. And yesterday, for the eighth day of Christmas, I received a series of shots of the magical nipples of seductive rookie and surprisingly nasty Southern boy, Mason Brooks.  I’ve got a knee to the groin for anyone who suggests there is no such thing as Santa, because that bearded belly boy has demonstrated without a doubt that he can produce!

“On the ninth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
There are now more needles under my tree than on it, but I’ll be damned if it’s coming down for at least another 3 days.  Good thing, too, because to what did my wondering eye appear this morning beneath the mostly bare branches, but a heart-stopping erotic wish come true in the form of my #1 favorite masked wrestler sharing his most impressive muscle of all.  So sure, telling Santa I want an eyeful of the monster dick of a certain sexy veteran heel for Christmas felt like a risk.  But by the pressure rising from his lap as I sat there, I shouldn’t have been surprised at all to discover that for the ninth day of Christmas, Santa brought me a whole storyboard featuring the rising bulge and climactic unleashing of the legendary cock of none other than Cage Thunder.

Cage Thunder’s square cuts start to feel the strain

Speedos can barely contain him

A jock strap gorgeously frames him 

Cage Thunder poised for domination

CK briefs filled to capacity by a muscle straining for liberation
These bikini briefs are nearly bursting at the seams!
Cage Thunder’s cock emerges like it has in so many of my dreams!
Yes, Santa, yes, yes, yes!!!

Cage Thunder has pointed that gorgeous cock at the faces of so many lucky opponents, and for Christmas this year he pointed it right at me.  Once again, Santa comes through with stellar success, and once again I’m infinitely grateful for the generosity and bare naked beauty of Cage Thunder!

On the Eighth Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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On the first day of Christmas, Santa brought me the work of art that is Kid Karisma’s ass.  On the second day, he brought me Ben Monaco’s beautiful, meaty pecs.  On the third day of Christmas, Santa brought me Steel Muscle God’s bone crushing legs.  The fourth day was the occasion for Santa to bring me a little of the romance between the reigning royal couple of homoerotic wrestling, Skip Vance and Christian Taylor.  On the fifth day of Christmas, he brought me a knee-buckling montage of every bulge that Darius attempts to squeeze into his trunks.  On the sixth day of Christmas, Santa hooked me up with the sexy sneer and a little inside scoop from the patron saint of homoerotic heels, Kid Vicious.  And yesterday, for the seventh day of Christmas, Santa brought me the aesthetically perfect superhuman back of competitive bodybuilder and pro wrestling fixture of my homoerotic wrestling fantasies, Lon Dumont.  Last night, for New Year’s Eve, things got crazy around Chez Bard as they do every year, but I’ll save that story for later. Because although my Christmas tree is now a major fire hazard, Santa came through once again with yet another homoerotic wrestling gift this morning!
“On the eighth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
My introduction to a certain sexy, Southern grappler has been like some of the sweetest, teasing foreplay ever.  First, I heard oblique reference to him from my 2nd day of Christmas gift.  Ben Monaco mentioned some newbie “with nipples to die for.”  Then I saw pics of him in advance of his debut release this fall, and I found myself already aroused at the sight of this delicious fresh meat for the BG East boys.  Then I saw him wrestle in Gazebo Grapplers 14, and while “meat” was still on my mind, the seriously sexy, ball bashing delight this newbie took in dishing out every inch of dominating humiliation as his opponent, Blaine Janus, made me completely reevaluate the erotic allure of this surprisingly eager young stud as more than just fodder for heels.  Then I had the distinct pleasure of interviewing him, and his incredibly quick wit, his relish for erotic wrestling, and his eagerness to suck the marrow out of his breakout opportunities at BG East were an incredible turn on!  Oh, and those nipples… Santa, I said, those nipples keep appearing in my dreams.  I’d love some personal, up close mementos of those tasty nips!  And for the eighth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me none other than some accommodating iPhone pics of the delectable lean bod and especially the sexy pecs and nips of one of BG East’s newest erotic combatants, Mason Brooks. 
Is this a weird request, Mason?
“Frankly, I think it’d be weirder if you didn’t want a close up of my nipples,” he replied.

Mason Brooks looks so, so sexy in his winter pajamas… mattress wrestling, anyone?!

Mason slaps the goods down on the countertop and snaps a pic of the nipples that drive opponents (and me) to distraction.

My personal favorite in the collection, Mason’s bulging shoulders and those meaty pecs insulated for the winter’s cold. Santa rocks, and Mason Brooks continues to rise in my erotic fascination as both a hot bodied hunk and a sexy stud who seems game for just about anything.  Thanks in advance for the wrestling fantasies to come in 2013, Mason!

On the Seventh Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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Honestly, I was not expecting my tenure on a big, bear daddy’s lap to be so productive (and I’m not talking about Santa’s unmistakable boner that he grew as I whispered my Christmas wish list in his ear).  For the first day of Christmas, big papa Nick brought me a photo shoot of Kid Karisma’s ass that still makes my knees buckle.  On the second day of Christmas, Santa brought me the big, furry pecs of Canuck rookie Ben Monaco flexing especially for me.  On the third day, he brought me the steel muscled legs of Steel Muscle God to enshrine and worship.  On the fourth day of Christmas, Santa brought me a little wrestling romance in the form of some tender moments shared between the lovely royal couple of homoerotic wrestling, Skip Vance and Christian Taylor.  On the fifth day of Christmas, he brought me a very mouthwatering bulge of muscles that Darius can’t quite squeeze into his gear.  And on the sixth day, Santa shocked the pants off of me (literally) by not only finally getting me in touch with Kid Vicious, who’s been in my sights for an interview for over 6 months, but also sending some late breaking insider news of upcoming KV releases as well as some of the choicest shots of that outstanding cum-inducing sneer on the Vicious One’s face! Clearly, I’ve been a very, very good boy, and if this sort of haul is what I get for just sitting on the big man’s lap, next year I’ll offer to polish his North Pole!  What else could make these 12 days of Christmas as titillating as the first 7?
“On the seventh day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
I had an instant and non-stop crush on a certain Nor’easter pro wrestler turned homoerotic ring god from the moment I saw the camera fade in on the sight of him flexing in the BG East ring in preparation for his first match with the company.  There’s not an inch on this man that fails to turn me on, and not an inch I wouldn’t like to see a whole lot more of!  But I have to admit, that afternoon at the mall that I sat on Santa’s lap, I had just seen Tag Team Torture 15 and drooled all over myself when I saw this certain competitive bodybuilder turn his back to the camera and flex his insanely shredded back as he nearly ripped the head off of his completely outmatched musclebunny face opponent.  With that toasty image fresh on my mind, I included on my wish list a little pro wrestling bodybuilder fix, and on the seventh day of Christmas, I found under my quickly shedding tree none other than the current top contender to spank my first day of Christmas present, showing off the anatomy chart of back that could belong to no one other than Lon Dumont!
First, a shot of Lon’s brutally striated back muscles on stage, tanned and oiled, and making the judges gasp.
Then an up close pic of of the superhuman proportions and conditioning that leave me quivering in a pool of body fluids.  These wings can fly, my friends, and this testament to fierce perseverance and a singular focus on physical perfection, when paired with the snarling, trash talking mouth and unparalleled sell of a seasoned pro wrestler, is what makes me president of the Lon Dumont fan club and devotedly grateful to Santa and Lon for making this particular wish come true!
And just because Lon is a outrageously generous as he is scorchingly hot, he also sent along this jaw dropping shot of his serratus and obliques to drain me that much drier.  Damn, I need a job as this man’s pro-tan applicator!
And in case you haven’t seen those luscious latissimus dorsi doing what they do best, here they are making musclebunny Jake Jenkins scream like a bitch in Tag Team Torture 15 (a MUST own, LD fans)!  POW!

On the Sixth Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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The bear daddy in red and white has been hooking me up like never before in my life!  On the first day of Christmas, he brought me Kid Karisma’s picture perfect ass.  On the second day of the season, he brought me Ben Monaco’s flexed pecs.  On the third day, he brought Steel Muscle God’s mammoth legs.  On the fourth day, I had adorable Christian Taylor and Skip Vance under my tree.  And yesterday, it was every imaginable angle of Darius’ muscle-stuffed trunks!  But I had so much on my list this year…  So Santa, I said, I’ve been working for half a year to coax Kid Vicious into getting on the line with me and giving me an interview.  Good god, just one of his sneers in my general direction would make me pop my cork! 

“On the sixth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
I’m officially a devotee of St. Nick now that I received both a couple of choice Kid Vicious sneers and a personal message from the Vicious One promising me that he’ll consider an interview in ’13… if it suits him.  And since I’m jonesin’ so hard for that magic that Kid Vicious does like absolutely no one else, he dangled the teaser that he’s about to appear in a brand new match in the upcoming BG East catalog.  Oh, and by the way, his message added, there are about to be 6 of his favorite matches featuring the Vicious One doing what he does best, including that orgasm-inducing sneer of those sexy lips, released as part of the massive New Year’s 50% off limited-time only sale!  Oh, holy night, so much world class wrestling heel!
Kid Vicious assures me that this lingering, humiliating head scissors on Steve Ranger is one of his favorites.  Fuck me, that sneer as he smothers another chump in his crotch is a gift that just keeps giving!

Kid Vicious also relishes this shot of Matt Thorne choking on KV’s balls as the Vicious One watches him whither with his gorgeous lips curled. Thanks so much Kid Vicious, and please, please, please let’s do an interview in 2013!

And just to give a sneak peak at some of KV’s classic beatdowns available for a song…
The smile on KV’s face means gorgeous Derek da Silva is wailing in Ball Bash 1, part of the New Year’s sale.

KV coated in sweat and puckering up in anticipation of getting serviced by another  victim: available for half off as Gloved Gladiator’s 3: Buddy’s Workout

When the lips just start to curl, the humiliation has only begun. Just ask Steven Thomas who took all KV can dish out in Gut Bash 5, part of the New Year’s sale.
When KV cracks that smile, somebody’s guaranteed to be in agony, like Zach Zilver in Bootboy Brawl 3: Punk Punishment (available for a limited time for 50% off!)
The New Year’s Sale includes Squared Circle 5: Heel Initiation.  Look at the satisfaction on those lips!

On Sale Now: X-Fights 27: The Rookie and the Heel, featuring KV’s lips mastering the situation from every angle.

On the Fifth Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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To recap, on the first four days of Christmas a surprisingly game bear daddy of a Santa checked off 4 of my fondest Christmas wishes by bringing me crotch-warming candid pics of my very favorite assets of homoerotic wrestling favorites, namely Kid Karisma’s world class ass, Ben Monaco’s flexed, furry pecs, Steel Muscle God’s bone crushing legs, and a little wrestling romance shared between real life partners Christian Taylor and Skip Vance.  Santa’s readiness to fill my most lustful desires is turning me steadily into a hardcore mature bear daddy fan (at least seasonally)!  I was already adjusting my morning wood as I sprinted down the stairs this morning to find what Santa brought me for the fifth day of Christmas.  Oh, holy night of homoerotic wrestling wonders…!
“On the fifth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
Frankly, I had struggled to nail down precisely which assets to ask for when I was whispering in Santa’s ear my hearts desire for some personalized pic fantasies of a certain “Magnificent Black Muscle God” who’s had his sights set on testing the mettle of my third day of Christmas gift.  What’s not to obsessively lust over!?  Finally, I just stammered, “Everything that he stuffs in his trunks.”  Santa nodded and winked like the knowing horndog he is, and this morning I discovered the big man set me up on this fifth day of Christmas with a montage of pretty much every angle of the most mouthwatering muscles of all stuffed inside a lovely variety of gear squeezed onto the pounding physique of BG East’s muscle star, Darius!
Tie a bow on that gorgeous purple-wrapped package!

Next Christmas I’m asking for the trunks!
The wrapping may change color, but that Yule Log remains stunningly gorgeous!
Holy fucking Christmas miracle!  Please, oh please Santa, next deliver those glutes sitting on the face of a wrestling opponent!!!
I have to think that should Darius show up in the BG East ring wearing this gear, he’ll bring opponents to their knees!

There is no angle from which Darius’ tastiest muscles fail to make me swoon!

The proportions on Darius bring a tear to my eye!
What a wondrous sight: Darius’ muscles laid out so vulnerably once an opponent has sleepered him out cold!

A special Christmas wish granted: a private wrestling pic of Darius massive bulge helplessly on display.
Darius is another new friend of this blog in 2012 who loves pleasing his fans nearly as much as he loves testing all of those massive muscles against a wrestling opponent.  And like Santa, Darius’ generosity blows me away with both lust and gratitude!  Hope to see much more of you in 2013, Darius!
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On the Fourth Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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One of the sexiest fantasies come true for me in 2012 was the revelation that two of BG East’s wrestlers were, in real life, long-time lovers and partners.  Skip Vance and Christian Taylor won the reader’s poll as Mr. and Mr. Valentine’s Day Wrestling Couple of 2012 and really, was there any competition?  When I had the opportunity to interview Skip, he filled in additional dizzyingly hot details, including the fact that it was Christian who introduced Skip to homoerotic wrestling after they’d been dating a while.  The end of 2012 has been a rough one on these reigning royal couple of homoerotic wrestling, however, with a nasty flare up of Skip’s Crohn’s disease putting the champion jobber in the hospital for a serious surgery.  Today’s a banner day, however, both here at neverland and in the Taylor/Vance household.  It’s a banner today here at neverland because that horny toad bear daddy Santa came through with another wish on my Christmas list: some sweet pics from the lives of the hottest wrestling couple reigning.  It’s a good day in the Taylor/Vance household because Skip got to finally head home from his extended stay in the hospital, to be nursed back to health by what has to be just about the sexiest, tall drink of water to nurse a homoerotic wrestling lover back to health ever!
“On the fourth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
So it seems like there are a lot of Christmas wishes getting fulfilled today.  Fans of the reigning royal couple of homoerotic wrestling who want to help retire Skip and Christian’s medical debt can make even more wishes come true by donating here.  And I’m incredibly happy for both Skip and Christian today, but I have to admit that I’m also very selfishly self-satisfied that on the fourth day of Christmas, Santa brought to me a few sweet glimpses into the off-the-mats world of the sexiest couple in homoerotic wrestling, Skip Vance and Christian Taylor.
You can fulfill your own Christmas wish by pre-booking with either or both of these boys for a wrestling match later in 2013!
Skip reports that he’d  much, much rather be getting tortured mercilessly by Jonny Firestorm than coping with the pain of another Crohn’s flare up.
Adorable Skip is ready to get back into his peak physical conditioning in order to return to the mats soon.
What a Christmas treat!  The reigning sexiest homoerotic wrestling couple ready to face down any challenge and all comers!  Santa, you rock, and Skip and Christian, I cannot wait to see the two of you work up a sweaty lather on the mats again in 2013!

On the Third Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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Just how good is this big, bearded bear-daddy in a red suit who promises me treats for being his good boy?  On the first day of Christmas, Santa brought me a truly jaw dropping wish come true in the form of an entire photo shoot of Kid Karisma’s glorious glutes shot especially for me!  On the second day of Christmas, Santa brought me another wish come true: Ben Monaco’s furry pecs flexed specifically to warm me up this festive season!  Okay, so I’m not ashamed to admit I high-tailed it downstairs to check under my tree this morning to see if the old elf was still checking my fondest fantasies off of my wish list.  Holy hell, yes indeed!  Another shot of ecstasy was waiting for me there pulled straight off the list I whispered in Santa’s ear as the horny bear-daddy popped wood with me on his lap.
“On the third day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”
My friends, Santa’s got reach, because wrapped up with a bow under my tree this morning was a slice of heaven itself from Eastern Europe.  On the third day of Christmas, Santa brought to me not just a photo feature, but a whole profoundly arousing series of pics of knee-bucklingly sexy legs sent to me personally from recurring wrestling fantasyman and divinely sculpted muscle worship object of lust, Steel Muscle God!
SMG’s tree trunks encased in spandex… never has so little visible skin topped me off so satisfyingly!

SMG has been pounding the hell out of his legs lately, and watching their mass and definition grow steadily has made these beauties stars of my wet dreams lately!
These steel muscles wrapped around a wrestling opponent are erotic wrestling perfection!
Heads, torsos, stray limbs of any sort… there’s nothing that won’t instantly make me hard once it’s trapped in this divine steel trap.

Just a little fur and mountains of layered quad muscles make these legs one of the sweetest Christmas gifts I’ve ever received.  Santa, you’re an angel, and SMG, you are an infinitely generous muscle god!

On the Second Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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My gift from Santa in celebration of the first day of Christmas thawed my cynical heart and, more importantly, set my lust afire with the wonder of not one but several private photos from Kid Karisma, featuring his perfect ass posed especially for my enjoyment.   What a wonder to behold!  And yet, I have to confess, I had to question that from my long list of lustful desires, I had only received one, albeit miraculously hot, item under my tree.  Despite the jaw dropping beauty of that last shot of Kid K’s naked gorgeousness, I found myself doubting efficaciousness of whispering my secret longings into the ear of a white-haired bear-daddy with a slight smell of onion about him.  Still, I kept the tree up, and good thing, too.  Because Santa’s not yet done with me this season!

“On the second day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…” 
Santa got word to a new friend to neverland in 2012, a certain hotsprings Canadian by the name of Ben Monaco, who, to celebrate the second day of Christmas, sent me not just the one that I asked for, but two crotch-warming pics of his beautifully hairy pecs to cuddle up with on a cold winter’s night.
Ben’s beefy, furry pecs certainly chase the chill away! 

Claw them or get smothered in them?  Either way, Bard is one very happy boy! Thanks again, Santa, and thanks to his furry helper from the great white North!

On the First Day of Christmas, Santa Brought to Me…

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About a third of the world is of the variety to celebrate Christmas, which seems neither here nor there with regard to this blog.  However, I’m never one to pass up the opportunity to sit on a big, burly, mature bear’s lap and ask for goodies that I’ve done absolutely nothing to deserve.  So I found the nearest mall Santa about a week ago.  He had a real beard, but his breath smelled like onions, so the illusion was a little ruined for me.  However, when he asked if I’d been a good boy, I crossed my fingers and swore up and down that I was an angel all year.  Thus assured, he went for the money shot: “So what would you like for Christmas this year, little boy?”  At precisely the moment that the mall photographer snapped a shot of the two of us, I proceeded to describe in specific detail my list of lustful obsessions.  Santa got awful quiet.  His face turned a little rosier than usual.  I have no idea how often he gets requests for candid shots of homoerotic wrestlers showing off their best (and my favorite) assets especially for me.  I thought the old guy might have been a little scandalized, but I swear  to Jack Frost that Santa sprouted wood (and sitting on his lap, I should know!).  Santa patted my balding head gently with a bit of a dazed and befuddled look in his eyes.  He didn’t even say goodbye!  I walked away with no promises made and perhaps just a little anxiety that I was about to be chased off the property.  However, I was not led away in handcuffs by a big, burly mall cop (perhaps that’ll be on next year’s wish list).  Like so many fantasies of magical thinking, I woke up this morning prepared for my dreams to be shattered.  And then, to what did my wondering eyes should appear, but possibly the sexiest Christmas gift… ever!  Santa came through, and BIG time!  On the first day of Christmas I got the very first item on my wish list!

“On the first day of Christmas, Santa brought to me…”

From Santa to me, via my long-reigning #1 favorite homoerotic wrestler (who is as generous as he is dizzingly sexy!), the first day of Christmas brought me a photo shoot starring one of the (or just the?) sexiest asses on the planet which belongs to, of course, perfectly naughty erotic wrestler Kid Karisma.

I must have been a very, very good boy!

Santa, BABY! 

Clearly Santa and Kid Karisma know exactly what’s on my list of favorite things!
Sexiest sight on the planet: Singlet straps off the shoulders and sliding down Kid Karisma’s world class ass! 
Seriously, I asked for “a candid pic of Kid K showing his ass just for me,” but Santa brought me an entire Kid K ass montage!
And gravy on top: Kid K sharing a gratuitous shot of his 8-pack and tree trunks!  I’m feeling extremely warm and toasty right now!
Oh… my… god!  Yes, without a doubt, I believe in Santa… and I just had an extremely messy Christmas  morning wank! Thank you (a thousand times) Santa and his #1 sexy helper, Kid Karisma!