Tag: Ashley Ryder
Happy Birthday, Ashley!
Ashley has extended a standing invitation and encouragement for neverland readers to join him for a wrestling romp at Grapple 101. Being cursed with not living within 5,000 miles of London, I’m bitter that I can’t take him up on the invitation (at least not yet!). If other neverland readers can get there for Grapple 101 or for Ashley’s monster birthday party tomorrow, give him a big kiss from Bard and let me know how much fun you have!
I’m hoping that Ashley shows up in more for-purchase homoerotic wrestling products, like his BG East debut in Motel Madness UK: The New Breed. While I can’t help but be fascinated by Ashley’s other porn skills, they don’t turn me on nearly as much as watching him go toe-to-toe in a wrestling match.
As for turning 30, I wish him many, many more years of hot, body-celebrating, homo-positive, erotic wrestling fun to come. I suddenly feel the need to be patronizing and say that 30 was an absolutely fantastic year in my life, and I hope the same for Ashley. Until the day when he franchises out Grapple 101 to a gay club near me, I’ll look forward to the day when I can afford a UK excursion to do a little public stripping and a lot of wrestling with a handsome, hot, generous and friendly guy like Ashley.
On Safari
Scooter’s comment to my last post sent me scurrying around trying to get some more inspiration regarding the wrestling scene at a London gay club and hottie Ashley Ryder, featured in BG East’s newest release of Motel Madness UK 7. I’ve found a few pleasing paper trails, including a Facebook page and a YouTube channel.
So if I saw this out at a club, I’d take notice. Ashley Ryder’s hot club bod makes me feel all predatory. This specimen needs hunted, tagged and bagged, and I’m itching to go on safari.
But if I saw this, I’d set up a tent and never leave. A wrestling club set up in the middle of a gay club is a stroke of genius. Pure genius. I feel all tingly inside, and at the same time bitter that I don’t live near anything like this.
I’m quickly developing quite a little crush on Ashley Ryder. The square jaw, the ears, that lean bod in need of taming… yes, crush is the precisely the word that comes to mind.
This seems like such a promising sign for the mainstreaming of homoerotic wrestling kink. Of course, mainstreaming also sounds a little perilous. As much as Grapple 101 is an innovation and introduction of wrestling kink to more of the club-going masses, too much mainstreaming could very well take the innovation right out of the scene. I like my homoerotic wrestling cooked a bit rare. Hell, I like a little gamey taste to it. If it were to get too mainstreamed, if it were to get turned into a franchise and marketed as fast food, if it were beaten into consumer submission and served in identical wax paper wrappers by the billions, then it would be a sad day indeed for me.
Happily, we appear nowhere near that point, and I’m eagerly cheering on Ashley and all the boys at Grapple 101 (from a tragically great distance). I’ve got to get myself to London and hunt me down some homoerotic club wrestling… soon!
Folks’ Strokes
The first glimpse I ever got of Eddy Rey was in Lon Dumont’s debut match. That was a little unfair to Eddy, as I can’t take my eyes off of Lon. I haven’t seen much of Lon lately, which seriously damages his strength in the standings of my favorites, but seeing more of Eddy is making me take note of the fine, fine specimen that he is. First of all, he’s a huge beast of a man. I know that in BGE-land, 6’1″ and 210 pounds isn’t necessarily monstrous, but there’s just something about Eddy’s look that seems ponderously massive beyond his stats. He also appears to continue to be ripped to shreds and incredibly arousing when doused in dripping sweat, which is most of the time. In his new match against omnipresent Donnie Drake in Hunkbash 11, Eddy’s trunks accentuate the lead pipe he’s smuggling. None of this, so far, leaves me uninspired.
And my last marvel for the moment is at the first match from Motel Madness UK 7, pitting smooth, tight white bread named Darren Madison against the “gypsy hunk” Sasha. Sasha, Sasha, Sasha…. wow. I didn’t even know I was missing this piece of gorgeousness in shiny orange trunks until I saw these pics. I’m pretty versatile on many counts, including my tastes in body hair. But I must say that the fantastic coat of fur on Sasha’s muscled body is as arousing as it is unusual in the biz these days. If I had the dough, I’d offer to buy this piece of hairy gold a ticket to Boston in order for us to get to see him climb into a ring with the likes of, let’s say, Denny. Since I’m so inspired to buy more of these delightful new releases these days, however, I don’t have the dough…. just the dream. I know that there are different strokes for different folks. BGE’s new releases are offering me plenty of strokes.