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Reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month and people’s choice:
Aryx Quinn
Reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month, Aryx Quinn, came about his title in a completely unique fashion. Aryx is the first wrestler to claim the crown by a popular vote. It was a dog fight between Aryx and one of his opponents in Can-Am’s Pro Tagteam Sex Battle 1, Landon Mycles (aka Marcus Mojo), but Aryx fans pounded out a victory for him, much like Aryx so often pounds a doggie-style victory fuck over his homoerotic wrestling opponents. 
Aryx yanks Brad Rochelle up by the hair, following orders in
BG East’s Contract 3.
I believe that my first introduction to Aryx Quinn was his Contract bout with the recently resurrected muscle jobber extraordinaire, Brad Rochelle. Kid Leopard himself gave Aryx his marching orders via a checklist of humiliating abuse to heap on sweetly suffering Brad. Aryx wakes the sleeping dragon, foreshadowing the eventual heel turn Brad is destined to make once he’s been beaten low enough. However, with some in-person tutorial, Aryx climbs back to his feet and double-teams the pale boy in white, learning at the feet of The Boss himself.
Aryx inspecting his prey in BG East’s Demolition 7.

Aryx has been bringing the erotic in homoerotic wrestling for a long time. Even when his matches don’t conclude with a literal victory fuck, Aryx leaves no doubt that he’s here to prove himself as a sexual gladiator, a practitioner in the arts of wrestling domination turned erotic foreplay. He’s put on muscle mass over time. He may not be quite the lovely, lean twink package harboring a larger than life bruiser heel that he once was, but he has consistently been a sculpted, smooth, high-topped work of art that makes the revelation that he also has an extensive career as porn-star Tristan Baldwin completely unsurprising.

Aryx’ head looks like it’s ready to pop off in BBW’s hands in
BG East’s Catch Weight 1.

Aryx has wrestled an extremely impressive 26 matches so far for BG East.  In addition to Brad Rochelle, Aryx has faced some BG East wrestlers that I count among the pantheon of timeless homoerotic wrestling greats. He’s been brutalized by Brooklyn Bodywrecker. Joe Mazetti nearly ripped Aryx sweet, tight pecs right off his rib cage. In a fantasy match made in heaven, he ran into the highly technically proficient buzzsaw of rockin’ gorgeous former tag team partner, Nick Archer.

Beefy Joe Mazetti rips Aryx apart in BG East’s Hunkbash 9.

In perhaps a case of art imitating life (or vice versa… I honestly can’t tell), something appeared to go terribly, terribly wrong in Aryx astonishingly prolific relationship with BG East. One moment, he appeared to be The Boss’ it-boy, showing up in every other catalog like daddy’s favorite son, and the next moment, he found himself getting a nasty beatdown at the hands of his former mentor and wrestling tutor.

The Boss applies a Kiss of Death on Aryx before annointing
Eddy Rey his replacement boytoy in Leopard’s Lair 3.

When Aryx faced off against the bass-voiced, muscled beauty of Eddy Rey, he apparently didn’t realize that The Boss was ready to trade up for a new it-boy who can speak Portuguese. Aryx finally conquers sweet, sexy Eddy only to find himself face to face with Kid Leopard who, with a smile, claws Aryx balls and opens up an astonishing can of whoop ass on Aryx with Eddy’s assistance. Putting Aryx out with that “Kiss of Death” that Aryx has made such hay with over the years, The Boss passes the torch with a literal kiss on the mouth and stroke of the crotch of hardbodied hottie, Eddy.

Turncoat Aryx assess the state of the competition at
Can-Am.

Kayfabe, right? The typical, delightful, arousing melodrama of professional wrestling with a homoerotic twist that keeps you and me tuning in over and over, right? Well shortly thereafter, Aryx busts into the end of Rusty Stevens‘ victory fuck over twice-lucky Brian Bodine to call out Rusty as a Can-Am convert. I’ve commented on this scene at least a couple of times before, but the image of Rusty and Aryx pacing like predators around the fallen prey of Brian’s motionless, naked body is possibly the most erotic homoerotic wrestling morsel to not include any actual wrestling I’ve ever seen. They trade verbal barbs. Aryx sports all Can-Am gear as he trash-talks BG East and says he’s set his sights on the big leagues of Can-Am. Rusty’s sculpted, naked body is pumped and primed from defeating and fucking Brian, his veiny, gorgeous cock still standing at attention and seemingly reinvigorated by the scent of Aryx arrival and schoolyard challenge.

When Aryx and Rusty consummated this courtship in Arena 2, the opening banter once again made me explosively happy before either hot, hard stud had even laid a finger on one another. East Coast swagger Aryx, however, is hands-down the indisputable loser of the opening salvo of insults, as razor-witted Rusty literally leaves Aryx stammering. The mat action, however, is not nearly so one-sided. Aryx gets every ounce as down and dirty as Can-Am & Naked Kombat veteran Rusty, and he eventually secures a decisive final fall victory before putting Rusty out cold with that very same “Kiss of Death.” Rusty awakens even as Aryx is sliding his lubricated cock pre-emptively between the muscled beauty of Rusty’s glutes, moments before he’s fucking his astonished opponent. In what may be the most innovative maneuver I’ve ever seen, Rusty finds himself on top, bouncing on Aryx rod. Slowly, with expert skill, Rusty spins around to face his fucker, leans forward to drape his body over top of Aryx, and slowly, before Aryx realizes what’s happening, Rusty slaps on a “Kiss of Death” of his own, knocking Aryx out cold while still squeezing Aryx cock tightly inside! Rusty returns the favor of initiating a post-knockout fuck before Aryx has quite returned to his senses, and equilibrium is eventually returned to the universe.

Aryx surfboards sweetly suffering Rio Garza for BG East’s
Bad Boys 1.

Aryx, now a “Can-Am exclusive,” apparently still had an extensive body of work already in the can and as yet unreleased back in Boston, however. BG East has continued to drop new matches with Aryx in them, even while Aryx was trash-talking his former employers on camera. This is where I found myself feeling the drama a little personally (which, I suppose, is evidence of the skill of the performer). I’ve criticized the odd insistence of competing wrestling companies pairing Aryx with some of the very same wrestlers. He’s hot beatdown of Rio Garza in BG Bad Boys 1 came out in October 2009. Six months later, Can-Am released Aryx facing off with, you guessed it, beautiful Rio Garza in Arena 3. Bad Boys has the two meeting in the ring, where Arena is on the mat, but the repetition of some of the very same holds applied between the very same wrestlers just leaves me questioning what the purpose of all of this is.

Aryx surfboards sweetly suffering Rio Garza for Can-Am’s Arena 3.

Happily, it seems that Can-Am is putting Aryx and most of the former BG East wrestlers to more novel use recently.  I’ve always associated Can-Am with being as much about wrestling porn as about homoerotic wrestling (fine distinction, I know), and Aryx/Tristan bringing both a long wrestling resume and a readiness to fuck and be fucked on camera makes such good sense at Can-Am.

Aryx loves owning a hard jobber, as in Can-Am’s
Pro Tagteam Sex Battle 1
I’ve been a big, big fan of the Pro Sex Fight series that Can-Am has been producing lately, bringing hot, explicitly erotic wrestling into the ring. The post victory fucks that are part of every script don’t exactly speak to me as a wrestling fetishist, but I suppose that they are powerfully inspiring to folks who are more equal parts porn and wrestling connoisseurs. But I do very much enjoy the explicitly sexual part of the Pro Sex Fight story lines, such as when Aryx cannot help himself but stroke the rippled muscles of Landon Mycles’ torso on his way to a tag team crushing of Landon and his jobber partner. This seems to me to be where Aryx shines brightest, and why he earned my nomination for you, dear readers, to eventually select him as this month’s homoerotic wrestler of the month. Aryx continues to be a nasty, proficient, innovative, sexy-as-hell homoerotic wrestler making me believe that pro ring arena that Can-Am has built is worth the cost of construction.  Aryx continues to snarl and snap, crush and devour, possess his opponents psychologically and physically, and draw a straight/gay line between the athleticism and artistry of wrestling and explicit homoeroticism.

Brendan Cage sets him up, and Aryx knocks him back in Can-Am’s Brutal Battle.
I’ve long had fantasies of pro wrestling turned explicitly sexual as a component of the wrestling drama itself, and Aryx has been living out that fantasy in his recent Can-Am work. His double team work with eventual tag team partner, hunky muscle stud Brendan Cage, is a prime example. Lucky, lucky, lucky loser Max Munoz is racked helplessly across Brendan’s back, and Aryx steps in to yank down Max’s trunks, stroke him hard and suck on his cock as he’s captured. Yes. Yes. Yes. As long as the wrestling doesn’t get lost in the sex (at which point, I rewind), wrestling as sex as wrestling as sex is awesomely entertaining and provocative for me. And Aryx is, unquestionably, one of the pillars who makes this finer blend of sex and wrestling work at Can-Am.
Aryx “wins” Can-Am’s Hollywood Fight Club 3

I’m still a little turned off by the BG East bashing that Aryx and his handlers chose to include in his introduction to Can-Am. I’m sure it’s all about the bottom line, deciding where to leverage the pathos, where to “compete” at the meta level, how much porn, wrestling, eroticism, athleticism, and drama to include in each company’s recipe. Aryx’ work in Pro Sex Fights, even though he’s obviously employing many of the tricks he learned on the East Coast, seems to me to be bringing something new, creative, and powerfully provocative of my homoerotic wrestling kink tastes. And for that, I’m happy to have Aryx Quinn as our reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month.

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

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What a response to my offer to let you all choose the new homoerotic wrestler of the month!  116 of you registered your votes, and like homoerotic wrestling itself, there were some delightful squashes as well as hard fought, close competitions. Naked Kombat fans did not rally behind their NK pornboy entries (at least not the ones that I decided to nominate for their new releases last month). Sexy, smoldering Alexander Garrett and brickhouse terminator Tyler Saint got their asses pummeled in the polls.  The nominees from Thunder’s Arena posted only slightly better showings, with Lance Romance wooing 6 of you to vote for him and Thunder’s incredible utility player, Big Sexy, drawing 11% of the vote. But it was the Can-Am boys in a runaway squash over the rest of the field. Aryx Quinn and Landon Mycles were neck and neck for most of the polling, repeatedly leap frogging over one another to outdistance the rest by a mile. The suspense was killing me as votes kept coming up to the very last minute, but in the end, there was one definitive winner of the readers’ choice homoerotic wrestler of the month….

… Aryx Quinn.
I’ve been accused of not giving Aryx his due as a homoerotic wrestling icon with a resume a mile deep. I’m not sure where the concept of “justice” entered the conversation, considering this blog has always been about my personal tastes and biases, but I was completely sincere in nominating him as completely worthy of being at the top of the heap for his work in Pro Tag Team Sex Battle 1.  In preparation for this post, I’ve watched more of the tag team throw down between Aryx and his hunky partner Brendan Cage taking on former homoerotic wrestler of the month, Landon Mycles and his partner Jake Lyons. Aryx is a snarling, snapping, cheating, sexually and psychologically dominating, relentless pro wrestling heel. In other words, he’s our new homoerotic wrestler of the month!
Aryx and Brendan are clearly the heels in this brutality. The match takes its turns ebbing back and forth, but the badboys are never more than a couple holds and a dirty trick away from climbing back on top and beating the babyfaces into the mat.
I love the way that Aryx and his partner Brendan utilize their advantages over their pretty boy opponents to “practice” their sexual domination. Double-teaming blue-eyed Landon in their own corner, Aryx pounds Landon’s face into his crotch while Brendan dry humps Landon’s stunning ass. Shortly thereafter, Aryx choreographs the scenario of his partner perched on the ropes on the ring apron, with Aryx throwing Landon to his knees in a hammerlock and shoving the blond bombshell’s face into Brendan’s waiting, eager crotch. Landon’s suffering is just so fucking sweet (perhaps accounting for his close 2nd in the voting), but beautiful Aryx’s relish in stroking and squeezing his suffering opponent’s stone carved muscles is circling very, very close to the very heart of what moves me most about homoerotic wrestling.
With Aryx clearly alpha dog in this dog pack, it’s no wonder that he has dibs on the Landon’s rocking ass once he and Brendan have conquered their opponents in a sweat-soaked free for all. Once Jake is out cold, Landon is running on fumes even as Aryx is living large and in charge. He gives his gasping opponent an “open shot,” which he easily dodges before slapping on a rear choke. Before Landon manages to lose consciousness entirely, Aryx slips around to his front and smacks on his signature finisher at Can-Am, “the kiss of death” (where did he learn that one?). The kiss of death puts Landon out just as cold and beautifully vulnerable as his partner.
The victors divide the spoils, with Brendan owning and plowing twink Jake before the camera turns to study the artistry of Aryx’s victory celebration over Landon.  Landon and Aryx replace their partners in the ring for some mutual admiration. I’ve been crazy lately for wrestling hunks kissing (I know not everyone is into that, but I am), and the pre-sex make out between these two is very satisfying. Aryx adores Landon’s incredible body, taking his turn first at sucking long and hard on Landon’s cock before having Landon return the favor. Aryx eventually puts his spoils of war on his hands and knees for Aryx to examine and then plow his ass. And then…
… well, I haven’t seen what happens then. I’ve been watching this match in serial format on Can-Am Max, and they haven’t released what I assume to be the final clip since the last clip posted almost 5 months ago. From the preview pics on the main page, however, I’m intrigued by the possibility that Landon lures his conqueror into a false sense of security, only to slap on a buck naked “kiss of death” of his own to lay tanned and gorgeous Aryx out cold and set him up for getting fucked in return (see Arena 2 for the same plot device).
I don’t know if the turned tables are just an effort to give every corner of the audience what they want (want to see Aryx fuck? want to see him fucked? it’s all there). But I do like the drama (you know me), and I enjoy the idea of physically and psychologically dominant Aryx getting lulled into vulnerability right in the middle of sexual intimacy by the muscle stud he just conquered and owned, to be laid out and revenge fucked in return. There’s something profoundly satisfying and thrilling about watching Aryx’s loud, cocky, bullying mouth turned into a twisted groan of humiliation in the end.
Hot stuff, gentlemen! You have an excellent eye for talent. And considering the remarkably good turnout at the polls, I’m considering whether to add a “readers’ choice” award on a regular basis (feel free to weigh in with your opinions about the possibility). Considering this blog has always been primarily about my own tastes and biases (I’ve mentioned that before, right?), I’ll probably take back the reins of crowning future homoerotic wrestlers of the month, but since you seem to have had some enthusiasm about getting your opinions registered, we may see about more opportunities for a more “fair” and democratic element to reoccur.  In the mean time, all hail reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month, Aryx Quinn!

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month – You Decide!

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My thanks to all of you who expressed concern about my absence from posting for several days. It’s nice to be missed! Same old story… work, travel, crappy internet access, paying bills… It’s past time for Z-Man to pass the homoerotic wrestler-of-the-month title on to the hottest wrestling hunk to turn my crank in a new release in October. But frankly, to be entirely honest, I feel a little stumped this month because I simply haven’t had much opportunity to sample new releases lately. What with all this work and travel, most of my homoerotic wrestling fare has been relatively old school products that I trust as staple fare. So for the first time, I’m asking you to help me sort through the field and figure out who deserves to be homoerotic wrestler-of-the-month for a new release performance in October.

Here are my nominees. As I mentioned I’ve only looked longingly at most of the marketing for these matches. But based on my tastes and biases, I’m narrowing the field to these fine studs. Consider the options thoughtfully and then vote in the poll at the top right of the screen. You don’t need to have seen a wrestler’s October release to vote for him. Just vote once, and feel free to lobby for your favorite hunk in the comments below.  Here are your options:
Alexander Garrett
Alexander Garrett – Naked Kombat October 26 – This is one of the few new releases I did watch this month, and I was delighted by the rookie debut of tall, dark and handsome Alexander taking it personally when he grapples long and hard (and in oil!) against is boyfriend. His boyfriend wins the match, but my eyes were riveted on Alexander, making him my first nominee for wrestler-of-the-month.
Aryx Quinn
Aryx Quinn – Pro Tag Team Sex Battle 1 – Release dates of Can-Am always confuse me, because I enjoy most of my Can-Am fare on their subscription site, which sometimes releases videos earlier than when they show up on the open access site. Anyhow, I don’t think I’ve nominated anyone from Pro Tag Team Sex Battle 1 yet, and it’s completely worthy of a nomination (or two). From the snips I’ve seen of this match, Aryx Quinn is mean and in charge as usual. Frankly, I love him barking instructions domineeringly at his own partner the most, but the wrestling, the concept, and the execution are hot.
Landon Mycles
Landon Mycles – Pro Tag Team Sex Battle 1 – My other nominee from this match is Landon Mycles, who you might decide deserves a second homoerotic wrestler-of-the-month title on his mantle.  Landon (aka Marcus Mojo) is gorgeous, enthusiastic, and he does a wonderful job of crossing the line back and forth between aggressive wrestling action and erotic body worship.
Tyler Saint
Tyler Saint – Naked Kombat Occtober 5 – Tyler is a wrestling veteran musclegod cyborg who inspires pure terror in his NK opponents. The concept of Tyler teaming up with Blake Daniels to obliterate a couple of dumbfounded twinks in front of a live audience has all the ingredients of a Bard-favorite… but I haven’t had an opportunity to actually appreciate this match yet.
Lex
Lex – Thunder’s Arena No Holds Barred 14 – This is another match I did see, and as much as I appreciate Z-Man as a crafty veteran initiator, I was completely captured by Lex’s smoking hot gorgeous-as-hell ass. All those teeth, all that muscle, some sweet wrestling including flying scissors, and I’m a fan of Lex! You?
Lance Romance
Lance Romance – Thunder’s Arena Bearhug Challenge 1 – Speaking of jaw-droppingly gorgeous asses! I haven’t seen this yet, but I’m powerfully moved by the pics in Thunder TV of Lance’s muscle-on-muscle squeeze fest. I have no idea if this muscleboy can wrestle, but I’m desperately hoping so.
Big Sexy
Big Sexy – Thunder Arena Bearhug Challenge 1– From the A-side of the same product as above, Big Sexy always, always, always grabs my attention. I think Big Sexy has never owned the title of homoerotic wrestler of the month around here, which begs the question, is this his month?
So vote for who deserves the laurel leaves this month, and let me know why I ought to laud the wrestler of your choice. If your favorite who appeared in an October new release didn’t make the list, feel free to let me know how I missed the boat. I’ll leave the poll up for a couple of days to give you an opportunity to consider your choices carefully.

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Can-Am’s Pro Sex Fight 4 
Reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month, Rusty Stevens, is no stranger to the pages of this blog. He’s the third most cited wrestler here at neverland, and now that he’s back in the business, I wouldn’t be surprised to see him growl, flex, and dominate his way past my second most frequently cited wrestler, Brad Rochelle. Then again, with the news that Brad isn’t done with his contributions to homoerotic wrestling, it could be a dog fight. Let’s just sit with that image for a moment… Brad, Rusty, in the ring, brutalizing one another for their places in the pantheon of homoerotic wrestling iconography. Holy hell, now that would be a fantasy match that would make my head explode…
Can-Am’s Pro Sex Fight 4
Rusty is nothing if not provocative. At least, he never fails to provoke me. Perhaps the move the provoked me most was Rusty’s announcement that he was retiring from porn. I was instantly somewhere around both the 1st and 3rd stages of grief, desperately denying that Rusty’s retirement could include his work in homoerotic wrestling, and bargaining, pleading for his wrestling prowess to be exempted from his move away from the industry. Rusty went silent for nearly a year. I documented the existential crisis that this provoked within me, as I had to decide what to do when my very long-running favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy walks away with the title still belted around his waist. I felt toyed with, betrayed, angry, sad. So it should come as no wonder that I was profoundly moved yet again when Rusty showed up this summer in Can-Am’s Pro Sex Fight Series. He isn’t in quite the muscle-brute shape he once was, but he has precisely that same snarling, slicing, crushing mouth on him that has made one adonis after another wither. Regular readers here should have experienced no surprise at all to see Rusty crowned homoerotic wrestler of the month a few weeks ago.

Can-Am’s Wrestle Bait

What Rusty does best, and what really provokes me most, hasn’t changed at all over the course of his homoerotic wrestling career. He delivers a cocky, contemptuous, ferocious character with smarts to match his beautiful body. I believe the first sight I had of Rusty was his Can-Am appearance against gorgeous tattooed porn god, David Taylor in Wrestle Bait. Rusty was lean and mean, and though the “prisoners forced to wrestle and fuck at gunpoint” gimmick was a little distracting for me, I already detected that Rusty was a hunk who hated to be dominated nearly as much as he loved dishing out humiliation. If David ever showed up on Naked Kombat (which seems entirely possible) to face Rusty, I’d put a whole lot of money on Rusty crushing David like a grape. In Wrestle Bait, the action was more scripted, and both boys took their turns on top.

Naked Kombat – Rusty Stevens v Tommy Defendi

I think the next notice I took of Rusty was discovering his back-catalog for Naked Kombat. Holy fuck! Rusty was made for Naked Kombat, and vice versa. In fact, every Naked Kombat match I watch now I automatically compare with Rusty’s performances. Arguably the most stunning physical and sexual domination I’ve seen from Rusty was his oil match against doe-eyed Tommy Defendi. This match is not close by any stretch of the imagination (7-58). However, unlike many squashes, Rusty has no problem maintaining intensity, pushing the pace, innovating and ad libbing, and making every single second pure joy for any homoerotic wrestling fan. I still think that his leg scissors choke on Tommy after everything else is said and done, barking at the loser, making Tommy stroke himself almost to climax and then denying the loser the right to cum, over and over, until Tommy is nearly ready to explode from the sound of Rusty’s voice alone… that’s got to be one of the most pristine, purest, unadulterated moments of thrilling wrestling kink I’ve ever seen.

Can-Am’s Arena Part 1

Rusty’s meteoric rise in the rankings of my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboys, however, really dates to his return to Can-Am, sporting his Naked Kombat physical conditioning, in the Arena series. Again there’s this incredible moment that frequently replays in my mind of Rusty having obliterated Brian Bodine in Arena Part 1, leaving the gorgeous hunk ass-up and unconscious in the middle of the mat. Aryx Quinn strolls in and insults Rusty’s handiwork, questioning his manhood, laying down a challenge of wit and skill. What the fuck was Aryx Quinn thinking? With his huge, beautiful cock erect and bobbing up and down as he strolled around Bodine’s unconscious body, Rusty unleashes a trash-talking assault on Aryx that twines together humor, domination, and humiliation in a way that I’ve never seen the likes of since. Aryx tries to keep up, tries to parry and counter. He’s no match, no how, for Rusty’s smart-ass mouth. The two never lay a hand on each other (until Arena 2), and yet that exchange ranks awfully high on my list of most erotic moments in wrestling.

Can-Am’s Arena Part 2
When Rusty and Aryx finally consummate this marriage of trashtalking and wrestling, yet again I give the verbal domination win, unquestionably, to Rusty. Aryx seems to think that’s keeping up, but he’s just not. Honestly, I get the impression that Aryx may be smarter than the average porn star, but trying to trade barbs with Rusty makes him look like a slobbering fool. The wrestling in Arena 2 is highly enjoyable. As is Can-Am’s way, both boys trade riding time. Rusty looks utterly defeated and humiliated with Aryx fucking him hard. But emblematic of Rusty’s homoerotic wrestling skill set in total, Rusty sneaks up from behind and snatches a crushing victory over Aryx from the jaws of defeat, with Rusty’s furious verbal assault always twice as erotically stimulating as his very hot sexual domination. My #1 criticism of the Arena series is the indulgent need for the whole scenario to be framed as a “Can-Am conquers BG East” backstory. It’s as if Can-Am was taking the opportunity of hiring the likes of Aryx (and Rio and Jobe and Cameron and…), all around that same time, to co-opt BG East fans. For me, that’s never going to fly. The two companies offer entirely different twists to my homoerotic wrestling kink, and every BG East boy that Can-Am touches seems to me to deliver a decidedly Can-Am performance for the west coasters. That’s fine, as far as I’m concerned. But I’ve never found anyone else turning my wrestling kink crank in the manner that BG East does, regardless of the performers involved.

BG East’s The Breaking Point: Sexiest

Ironically, after I went on my original rant calling foul on Can-Am’s attempt to co-opt BG East fans along with BG East wrestlers, BG East turned around and delivered my fondest fantasy. Never would I have imagined it as even a possibility, but just at the moment when Rusty was my #1 favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy and Mitch Colby (the prior #1) was running a close #2, BG East released the two of them in a sweat-soaked mat match in Florida. I hardly need to point out that Mitch (who is by far the most cited wrestler in the pages of this blog), will perpetually own favorite-emeritus status, and I was ready to witness Mitch deliver a wrestling performance that would decisively snatch the title away from Rusty. And it’s damn, damn close! The gallons of sweat make that match hard for me to watch more than about 2 minutes of at a time. Rusty is in the most attractive physical conditioning of his career (for my tastes… I know that others will disagree on that point). But it’s that mouth of his, as always, that made me confirm that Rusty remained at the top of the heap. Mitch took the match victory by jacking off Rusty in the end, but it was Rusty’s mouth that owned my homoerotic wrestling lust. “I’m thinking you may want to say you give… but then again my ass in your face.”

The Once and Future King?

So Rusty’s back. He sounds like he’s been smoking a lot, as he coughs and sputters in his suffering in the Pro Sex Fights (5 features Rusty against Michael Vineland, already available in Can-Am Max). He’s not as hard or big as he’s been in the past. And the stories seem to be built around the concept that the “returning veteran” needs to get schooled by the young new breed of homoerotic wrestling pornboys at Can-Am. He tops and bottoms (as is Can-Am’s way), and he strokes and gets stroked in the midst of entertaining pro-ring wrestling (which is a formula that I wholeheartedly endorse). But there’s no mistaking it. This is Rusty: beautiful, nasty, cocky, selling every second, and trash talking in a league all his own. Keep it coming, Rusty! Mitch may be ripe to get knocked out of the contender spot for my current favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy!

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This morning I watched the live broadcast of the presidential signing of the repeal of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell,” the U.S. military policy that has insisted that military personnel remain closeted about their sexual orientation (if they’re gay, of course). The ceremony this morning gave me chills and brought a tear to my eye. Integrating the military was a major precursor to mainstreaming civil rights discourse and laying the foundation for civil rights legislation with regard to race in this country more than 60 years ago. It was hard to argue that our citizens should fight and die  in the trenches of war, side by side regardless of race, but then return home to legalized discrimination and inequality. Perhaps, hopefully, the same mechanisms will operate with the dismantling of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.”



As is my way, I feel like pushing the rock uphill just a little on this historic moment. I bought it, of course: the argument that the repeal of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” is a seminal and necessary achievement in the unfolding of full citizenship for gays. But I’m not exactly thrilled with what we’re left with now that “the battle” is basically over. Because what we’re left with isn’t a metaphorical battle for votes in Washington, but a literal battle, or more precisely, a raging war in one country and an ongoing occupation in another.



I find myself on the radical fringe of gay debates frequently. I’m entirely unconvinced that obtaining “equal marriage rights,” for example, is a step forward for gays or for society. Personally, I advocate for the government to get out of the marriage business entirely.  Consistently, I think that we, “the gays,” too easily buy into the arguments that things will be better when we get what the straights now have. If what the straights now have is broken and carcinogenic, why should we be so desperate to worm our way into a share of that legacy?



In this day and age, it’s even more politically incorrect to bash the military than I’m willing to be (and that’s saying a lot!). I honestly do have deep respect for the military and the function is serves in stabilizing civilian law and order and international peace. But I find it cold comfort that gays and lesbians will soon transition from dying in Iraq and Afghanistan while closeted, to dying in Afghanistan (and still, potentially, Iraq) while openly gay. I’m glad that so many servicemen and women feel that serving openly in the military permits them dignity and wholeness. From my perspective, though, I think we would show much more dignity toward all our military if we used them only as a last resort, and if we didn’t rely on them to achieve with bullets and bombs what only the elimination of abject poverty and disenfranchisement could ever legitimately achieve.

I’m eager for the day when we critique our arrogant, bullying approach to the use of military force all together. I think the queerest thing we could do would be to demand that any war worth invading another country (or two) over should be a war that demands a draft of the populace and a full mobilization of our wartime economy. Anything less, anything more palatable and politically expedient, just cheapens the lives of the soldiers and airmen and seamen who face down the guns and bombs that we act so astonished to discover when we’ve invaded another nation. If it’s not worth mobilizing our whole nation over, then it shouldn’t be worth the lives of our standing military force, gay or straight, either.

I’m eager for the day when the gay and straight soldiers in our standing military have nothing to do but sit at home and guard the borders, clean their weapons, and remain at the ready for a day that will never come because we’ve gone truly revolutionary and waged peace with the ferocity and determination with which we wage war today.

I’m eager for the day when the only combat our boys in uniform see is wrestling with their buddies. If fatigues should be forcibly stripped in the process, so be it. If underwear should be ripped to shreds as they continue to battle naked, the pseudo-pacifist that I am, I could still live with that amount of violence in the world. If losers should be required to suck cock, I could probably cope, and frankly, truth be told, the world would be a better place for absolutely everyone if that’s the amount of mischief required of our military might.

So, thanks, elected officials, for repealing “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.” You are truly brave and prophetic leaders to tackle this thorny, politically volatile subject. Now, how about doing something about alleviating misery, squalor, famine, oppression, racism, and the many other sources of suffering in the world that continue to feed the fires of extremism and bloodshed and “justify” the presence of our military around the globe? Bring our boys (especially the gay boys) home, give them absolutely nothing to fight about, and let them work out their aggression with some hot and sweaty homoerotic wrestling. Trust me. We’ll all be better off.

Unmentionables

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I’ve been out of town for work for several days, but now I’m very happy to be back at home. Of course, leaving town requires that I work twice as hard before I go to prepare to be away, and then twice as hard when I get back to catch up on everything that’s piled up in my absence. On my list are several emails regarding the blog and wrestling fiction sites to reply to. Since I get some repeat questions, I thought I’d give a couple responses en masse…


First, the wrestling fiction groups are still up and operating. Anyone who signs up (and gets approved) for either the Producer’s Ring or Sidelineland wrestling fiction groups will (I think) get automatic approval to view the websites that have all the archives of wrestling fiction stories I (and some of you) have written and shared.


Some of you clever people have found the sites directly and then asked for 1:1 permission to access them. That seems to work as well, though if you aren’t signed up for the gateway group lists, you won’t get email notices of new stories posted or be able to participate in discussions that arise from them.  So if you’re interested, I’d recommend you to the sign-up pages for each group, and you’ll get full access to the whole sha-bang. Links to the websites are on the home pages for each group. And one last note on the groups, I’ve seen some very clever “reasons you’d like to join” submissions lately. To the new member who simply wrote, in all lower case letters, “please let me in,” I just have to say that’s just adorable. I had a vision of Oliver Twist standing in line for a second helping of gruel. Made me laugh (and I like to laugh).


My other administrative message is, I believe, a repeat. Some of you can’t get enough, and you’ve discovered that I actually administrate a third group called “On Deck.” This “group” is actually just a little workshop area I created to keep track of works-in-progress and try to tame the beast that is Google formatting. I think of it a little like my underwear drawer. I don’t generally show it off to guests. Some of its contents are a little ragged and would be embarrassing for others to be poking around in, frankly. Once I’ve assembled the pieces and finished them off, I promise I’ll post final products in one of the two homoerotic wrestling websites.


I have a lot of other homoerotic wrestling business to catch up on as well, with more to say (hopefully soon) about some new stories in development as well as some new products I have in hand and can’t wait to view and review. You who follow and comment on the blog and fiction continue to be a generous, entertaining, and enjoyable group of folks with which to exercise my imagination. Thanks for the support and encouragement and contribution of your ideas!
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Here we go again. A month and a half after BGE releases a Donnie Drake 1 on 2 squash, Can-Am is pre releasing pics from a Donnie Drake 1 on 2 bout.  I think there could be a place for this type of copycat production (see Rio v Jobe and Rio v Aryx for more examples), really I do. I think that Can-Am’s specialty in pornboy porn wrestling could make a hot Rio v Jobe ring battle resurrect into a very nice trunks off, hands on mat tussle that I’d pay double for. Other than the translation to mats, that’s not the formula that Can-Am appears to be applying to their second place finishes.

Still, I am liking the hint that I’m getting from the Can-Am boss’s Twitter pics, though. Donnie’s 1 on 2 battle for Can-Am is a scrap with Chris Bruce and Rio. While true, this is yet another reunion of BG East boys, Sexton has a provocative pic of Donnie double teamed with his face in Chris’ crotch while Rio applies a boston crab to the bad boy. I’m not going to hold my breath to finally, finally, finally see Chris (or either of the others) really sex it up, but I am a fan of some of these straight up homoerotic wrestling boys working a little more of the homoerotic side of the coin with faces to crotch. I still think that a loser-cums scenario (one way or another) would make this seem less like a BGE re-run and more like something I’ve come to appreciate Can-Am for.

Another sneak peak pic from Sexton shows what appears to be a tag team line up for an in-the-ring match starring still another combination of BG East alums, Aryx & Donnie teaming up against Rio and Cameron Matthews. I tend to prefer ring matches. I like tag teams. Frankly, I’m still taking cold showers waiting for a another seriously hot lovers on lovers tag team match. Something tells me the Aryx/Donnie Rio/Cameron combinations won’t be sparing me another cold shower, though. But otherwise, this is pretty solidly in my wrestling kink niche, and I’m anxious to see it.

I’m going to hammer on my old saw, now, though (note that despite the mixed metaphor, everything stays in the tool shed). You simply can’t tell me that there are only a dozen or so quality performers out there who can sell homoerotic wrestling. I don’t believe it for a second. Now, I don’t begrudge the boys themselves their dues. Someone offering a paycheck isn’t to be taken for granted, particular in the present economic environment. Wrestle for whomever treats you right and gives you checks that clear. But higher up the food chain, I just want to say again, don’t phone it in. Spot the smokin’ hot new talent and blow me away with something I’ve never seen before. Or even take the tried and true golden boys and make them tell me an entirely new story. Keep the homo and the erotic up front, even though I understand that you’re often going to work with straight boys. But one way or another, keep it fresh, make my blood pump faster, and introduce me to a new obsession, a new story, a new spark to make me believe that there’s something more out there to be had that I haven’t already bought and paid for.

Value Added

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Several recent comments here have sent me thinking more deeply about what it is that a wrestling kinkster gets in explicitly homoerotic wrestling that he doesn’t in basic cable pro. “The gay” has had a longstanding presence in straight-up pro wrestling for… well, forever, hasn’t it? The classic flaming pro-wrestler with his feather boa, dancing on the balls of his feet, have been a not-so latent element in the scene for at least as long as pro wrestling has been televised, it seems to me. I made a break with regularly following straight-up pro scenes about a decade ago, but when I’m flipping through the channels, I get the impression that “the gay” continues to creep more and more into that scene. Hasn’t there been and openly gay wrestler or two? Isn’t the erotic sub-text getting more and more main-text, as the modern audience is catching on to what so many of us have understood for a long time… that two hardbodied, barely clothed hunks grinding and squeezing their bodies together can’t help but be about sexual prowess, if not outright sex.


But I’m so far out of the straight-up pro loop, I’ll have to rely on those many of you who keep up with it to correct me. Feel free, in fact. I’m blindly wandering into a subject that I know, at most, only 50% about: what is it that we gay wrestling kinksters get in our homoerotic wrestling that we don’t get in straight-up basic cable pro? (Indie fanatics can tell me if this applies to that scene as well)…. In no particular order:
Tear-away crotch gear. And for that matter, full-on centering of the gorgeous male erection. If these elements were popping up in straight-up pro, it would seriously make me consider diving back into that scene. As it is, I’m thinking that, despite a diversity of gear and gear-related stories in straight-up pro, the tear-away crotch and the aroused cock are entirely in the domain of the homoerotic side of wrestling. Please, tell me I’m wrong.
Hand-to-bare-crotch ball abuse. Before I washed my hands of straight-up pro entirely, crotch abuse was on the rise. But as far as I know (and you will correct me), wrestlers actually stuffing their hands down each other’s trunks and clawing each other’s balls for all it’s worth (or even better, entirely naked, prolonged cock and ball bashing), marks a dividing line between wrestling packaged for us as opposed to wrestling packaged for them.
Passionate, full on, tongues-down-throats kissing. I can remember at least a couple of instances where a straight-up pro story used a man-on-man kiss as the excuse for violence (not hard to read the homosexual panic storyline here), but never as the mutual climax of the physical competition. Hard fought, sweaty, pounding, tooth-and-nail wrestling should lead to some intense respect and mutual gratification, I think. If the buff bigboys on basic cable occasionally lost themselves in passion at the end of a particularly close fought match, again, I’d absolutely have to tune back in.
Naked bearhugs. Well, naked everything, really. So we’ve been led to believe that the ancient Greeks battled it out this way, but as far as I know, other than the occasional bare-ass moment (treated as a moment of ego-crushing humiliation), the straight-up pros keep their gear on their bodies. A bearhug or a boston crab or a head scissors may be technically identical between the two genres, but the innovation of losing the gear first completely retranslates everything into a language I’m much more fluent in, and whose tones I find much more pleasing.
Oil wrestling. Especially naked oil wrestling, but seriously, any kind of oil wrestling seems like it’s this side of the neutral zone between straight-up pro and full-on homoerotic wrestling. Lubricating bodies can’t help but make everything more arousing, both in the action and on this side of my television screen. I suspect I could be on thin ice on this one, and I’ll be very pleased to be corrected to learn that the straight-up pros are breaking out the babyoil for one another… but I’m doubtful.
Toe-sucking. Okay, I can’t remember seeing this in a wrestling match before my current favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, Rusty Stevens, pulled it out as a defensive move against Mitch Colby this summer. So it isn’t exactly a staple of homoerotic wrestling. But somehow, I can’t see this innovation showing up in prime-time. Both genres have overlapping standard toolkits for distraction and diversion in a match, but I, for one, am really pleased when I see some erotic worship as a strategic move.
The naked pony ride. Or, really, the loser-gets-used scenario in general, involving any element of nakedness. The pony ride itself seems to be a signature primarily at Naked Kombat, though I’d love to see this gimmick show-up elsewhere. Somehow, I could imagine seeing it cross-pollinate through other homoerotic wrestling companies about a century before it would show up in straight-up pro… though Joe at Ringside at Skull Island continues to feature some fantastic indie boys I’d pay good money to see ride or get ridden… naked, of course.
The jack-off. Either post-match or, as Aryx Quinn illustrates here with Braden Charron (and KL on Chris from yesterday’s post), locked in a classic wrestling move, a forced to cum show of domination/voyeurism/humiliation. This falls under the same theme as the any-straight-up-pro hold that turns naked idea, but add to that some masturbation, and, well, this just isn’t going to show up on basic cable anytime soon… or a pay-per-view extravaganza… or, well, anywhere other than the homoerotic specialists.
Oral. The spoils of victory never tasted so sweet on any, any, any straight-up pro match as it does when a homoerotic wrestler lays his loser out and sucks his cock like there’s no tomorrow. Depending on the angle, the loser-gets-forced-to-suck story (see every Naked Kombat match, for example), also works only on this side of the line. Just as an aside, I’m more a fan of the taste of victory than I am of the loser-gets-face-fucked plot. Ironically, there’s something almost “straight” feeling about the latter to me…
Anal. Most of the same comments apply here. This just isn’t going to show up for the straight-up pro boys, though how sweet would that be to see some of those fine, muscle-asses on the line and plowed in the center of the ring when they lose? But that’s precisely what leads me (and many of us, I’m sure) to homoerotic wrestling products. Straight-up pro only takes us so far. Our imaginations can complete the scene, but there’s something awfully satisfying and, in some ways, validating about seeing the scenario play out exactly the way you and I would imagine. I don’t think that a match needs to end in a forced-fuck to be homoerotic, by any means. In fact, I get a little tired when it seems to be obligatory, and I get the impression that the creativity and competition of a wrestling match sometimes turn into clock-punching routine as the boys go through the familiar motions. But a victory fuck closes the circuit in my mind. From the anticipation, promise, and implications of straight-up pro, homoerotic wrestling fills in the silences and opens up the possibilities that turn me on like no baggy-shorts prime-timer has ever done.

I know I’ve missed a lot. I’m sure I’ve overstated my case… because that’s just what happens when I have a whole blog to myself to rant and ramble. But seriously… sincerely… I’ll be pleased no end to hear what I’ve managed to get completely wrong here.

Crowning a New Champion

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Rusty Stevens capped off his meteoric rise in my wrestling fantasy rankings with the final segment of his battle with Aryx Quinn in Can-Am’s Arena 2. The plot of the match is described explicitly enough on the website, so I don’t think I’m giving too much away. Aryx finishes off Rusty with his “Kiss of Death,” knocking out the bigger man cold. He wakes Rusty up with his erect cock sliding between Rusty’s magnificent ass cheeks, and proceeds to force feed him orally and then plow him from behind.

No offense meant to Aryx, but he’s furniture to me as I watch this. My eyes are for Rusty alone. He’s simply gorgeous, with a body I just want to reach out and grab from every angle. The scene fades to Aryx on his back with Rusty sitting on his cock and power bottoming, facing Aryx’ feet. Rusty is fierce even with his opponent’s cock up his ass. The magic happens, though, when he skillfully spins around on Aryx’ cock to face his head. Still planted on top of him, Rusty leans forward, kisses Aryx’ neck, and then slaps on the same “Kiss of Death,” knocking Aryx out cold.
Rusty drives home the point that he didn’t take kindly to Aryx’ beginning the screw him while he was still unconscious by returning the favor. Rusty’s stunning ass is hypnotic as he pumps his helpless opponent into submission. Somehow, they finish everything off with respectful, mutual appreciation, eagerly suggesting that they’re both ready to face off and do it all over again.

It was the moment that Rusty spun around on his opponent’s cock in order to take charge from “the bottom,”… that’s the precise moment when Rusty ripped the crown from Mitch Colby’s head and claimed the title as my new favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy. Rusty’s fierceness in transforming his humiliating defeat into a final reversal, all the while owning Aryx even with Aryx’ cock up his ass, earns him the undisputed title.
Mitch’s MySpace page recently suggested that he was hitting the gym for his next wrestling match. So while Mitch is now the #1 contender (step aside, Derek), I’m hoping that the competition will be heating up soon. Mitch managed a pretty rapid reversal of fortunes when Derek da Silva spanked his ass and claimed the crown for a couple of months last Autumn. I’m eager to see if Mitch kicks it into overdrive in order to kick Rusty’s ass to the curb, and back into second place.
The king is dead. Long live the king.

Users Behaving Badly

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The internet is quite a forum for letting it all hang out. I certainly don’t share the depth of intimate details with perfect strangers that I encounter face-to-face, that I’m willing to share with personal strangers who remain faceless on the other end of an internet connection. The medium is a remarkable venue for confession, community, and self-disclosure. Clearly, it’s also a medium ripe with opportunities to behave poorly.

I’ve noticed an uptick in the number of people attempting to comment on this blog using non-Latin-based characters and embedded with multiple links. While I sincerely appreciate the international following that the blog might attract, just be forewarned that any comments with embeds will be rejected, and the only non-English comments permitted will be those written in Swedish (ask Swito). I do my best to be a generous host, so I expect my guests to behave themselves appropriately. Embeds with potentially dangerous links are bad manners. To those of you who might want to comment with embeds linked to spyware or other noxious tricks, I think someone needs to sit you down and teach you a thing or two about manners.
Similarly, the large number of notes I get each day notifying me that I’ve won Britain’s national lottery are just bad form. No I will not give you my bank account number so that you can deposit the millions of pounds to which I have miraculously become entitled. I won’t give you my bank account number so that you can give me your dead husband’s millions in oil revenue from Africa. I won’t give you my bank account number in order to assist you in a most profitable business venture. I could not, would not in a house. I could not, would not with a mouse.
I’m just talking about good manners. Don’t try to steal what doesn’t belong to you. Don’t prey on the naive. Don’t bilk the simple-minded or gullible. It’s just bad form. And to those of you who persist in angling to cheat and steal, trick and betray, I can only hope that someday someone will powerslam your ass so hard your teeth rattle, climb on top of your chest, pin your throat to the floor and spit in your face until you submit, relent, and think better of your bad behavior in the future.
Manners, gentlemen. Manners.