Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

I’m still making amends for neglecting the top shelf homoerotic wrestlers who worked their muscled asses off so far this year while I neglected to award anyone the title of Homoerotic Wrestler of the Months.  April saw the BGE release of catalog 108, so it’s little wonder its another BG East boy taking the crown for that month. What a mouthwatering selection to pick from in that catalog!  After an unconventional pick for the month of March, I know I’m back to my predictable self when I turn my full on, slack jawed, weak kneed, fawning adoration on April’s HWOTM winner…


Lon Dumont.

Lon breaks big buff Biff with brains, brawn, and awesome attitude!

A Lon Dumont wrestler spotlight DVD was long overdue, and perhaps it was my breathless anticipation of a full course meal of my favorite wrestler turned bodybuilder turned wrestler that accentuated how prominently he was featured in my fondest moments of enjoying wrestling in April. But honestly, from start to finish, that spotlight DVD is fantastically all about Lon Dumont doing everything he does best, which includes looking phenomenal, talking trash like the champ he is, and executing an expertly told, technically superior pro wrestling story not just once, not just twice, but three spine tingly times on one DVD!

Lon makes my spine (among other things) tingle as he rides the rookie into the ground.

To start the first match, he takes a seat to enjoy the gun show as his pumped, powerful rookie opponent poses. Lon knows how to serve up rookie beef perfectly, tenderizing big, bulging Biff Farrell and forcing the humbled hunk to flex for Lon’s (and our) pleasures.

Pretty Pete Sharp gets a major spinal readjustment.

He tames the beast that is the Best Bulge winner for 2015, schooling a surprisingly competitive upstart, pretty Pete Sharp, and settling a simmering score between them.

Like a champion power bottom, Lon dominates and puts Charlie Panther out cold while flat on his back.

And he overcomes bodybuilding contest prep carb starving to defend his honor and retrieve his stolen bodybuilding trophy from clearly jealous Charlie Panther.  Lon is such a compelling, engaging, and provocative character, he’s always going to contend for awards I’m handing out.  Claiming the crown a second time after last being awarded HWOTM in November 2011, and of course possessing the title as my favorite homoerotic wrestler for extended periods of time, Lon Dumont is hands down winner of the title of Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month for April, 2015 here at neverland.

Lon Dumont – Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month – April 2015

Baby Oil & a Big Night

I hope I get to celebrate Cameron Matthews birthday every year, because this year, for his birthday, he sent me a present. Knowing full well of my infatuation with Lon Dumont, Cameron dropped me a sneak preview of Lon’s first ever oil wrestling match, and asked, in exchange, if he could use some of my words about the match to help promote it on his website.  Pretty much everything after he said “Lon oil wrestling” was mostly just noisy static in my ears, but nevertheless, I did spend some delightfully intimate time appreciating Lon and his opponent, rocking Charlie Panther, wrestling in baby oil. I agreed to let Cameron use whatever part of my write up he found useful to help promote the sales of the match.  You can, and should, check out his website to see which part of the following he decided to use…

Hot, hard muscles always look better with a slowly, deeply applied coat of baby oil!


“Smells good, feels good,” Lon murmurs rubbing his ripped, smooth bodybuilder physique all over with baby oil. Looks fucking amazing, too, I’d like to add. Dressed in just a towel after stepping out of the steam room, the wrestler-turned bodybuilder (and back again) treats his phenomenal anatomy with the love and admiration it so well deserves. That’s right, fans of glistening, hardbodied muscle hunks, pull out your own bottles of baby oil and prepare to lather up, because there’s nothing quite so provocative as a competition bodybuilder in stunning condition luxuriating in applying a deep, thick coat of baby oil.

Well, perhaps one thing more provocative is a second hardbodied wrestler with an expansive ego and a sudden, jealous need for skin care that only a bottle of baby oil can provide. Charlie Panther steps out of the sauna and asks Lon to share. Teasingly, Lon rubs some oil into Charlie’s bulging right pec. “I like the way you get deep into the crevices,” Charlies groans, his eyes fluttering under Lon’s touch. Lon concedes to thoroughly apply a fresh coat to Charlie’s right arm as well. But no more, Lon insists. He’s got way too many mouthwatering muscles of his own to lubricate. “And I’ve got big night planned for this baby oil,” Lon discloses with a wink.

“If you don’t share that baby oil with me now, those big plans you have are going to change!” Charlie demands, grabbing for Lon’s cylinder and chasing the taunting bodybuilder into the nearby ring. Suddenly, Lon nestles the bottle against his crotch and squeezes, squirting Charlie in the face. “Sometimes that happens to me,” the bodybuilder smirks, “I get a little too excited and it comes out early.”

Lon strokes his cylinder hard before exploding all over Charlie’s pecs.


The towels comes off to reveal beautiful speedos suctioned to the phenomenal asses of these two seasoned wrestlers. Quickly, playground shoving turns into full contact combat to subdue and take possession of the coveted bottle of lubricant. But despite long resumes of pro wrestling experience, there’s nothing quite like trying to apply a hold to a powerful body slathered in oil. They swarm all over each other, quickly slipping and crashing to the mat, sliding and slithering across each other’s struggling bodies to figure out how secure a hold and, even more difficult, maintain it.

Charlie grabs hold of the bodybuilder and shows off that glistening, phenomenal physique.


When Charlie manages to nearly choke his selfish opponent out entirely, he grabs the bottle, strokes it furiously pressed against his crotch and explodes all over his opponent who’s just beginning to clear his head. “Oh yeah, all over your back,” the black hunk groans ecstatically, rubbing the fresh coat of lubricant into Lon’s muscles. But a seasoned heel like Lon is almost never too dazed to know precisely how to suck the momentum out of a rising opponent by delivering a swift, hard strike to his balls.

Oil wrestling requires a whole lot of intimacy!


The balance of power in this battle of the bottle of baby oil teeters back and forth, and both determined hunks unquestionably enjoy the feel of well-lubricated, intimate combat. They steal secret strokes of their own and each other’s glistening muscles. As they both insinuate that the bottle is a proxy for their own ample endowments, it can hardly be described as “innuendo” that coming out on top is on both of their minds. Blown holds sabotaged by too little friction keep the coveted cylinder passed back and forth as every inch of skin and modest fabric is entirely and liberally dripping with oil. But there’s just one shiny, muscled hunk who manages to put his competition out for good in order to stroll from the ring with baby oil in hand, promising to dedicate his abundantly lubricated “big night” to his vanquished foe.

Lon two-fists the muscled appendage between his thighs.


Deeply provocative, relentlessly tempting and taunting, lubricated muscles and raging egos make this gorgeous oil wrestling match sensationally sexy. I highly recommend you take a long shower, relax in the sauna a while, and then pull out your own supply of lubricant as you settle in to enjoy this new release from the sizzling hot mind of the most prolific personality in homoerotic wrestler, Cameron Matthews!

Excitedly, Charlie tugs at Lon’s oil soaked trunks, giving just a glimpse of those muscled glutes.


Hot off the presses!

The weekend I leave home for vacation, BG East goes live with Catalog 104.1!  Damn!  There’s a lot of eye candy I’m already enjoying on the website.  I’ve had a chance to enjoy a couple of the new releases already, but  I’m not sure if I’ll be able to give any of these fine offerings a fuller treatment before I get back.  Damn, damn, damn! There’s some fine temptations here!

Muscle sandwich! Mr. Joshua Goodman takes it from the front and the back going 2-on-1 against Braden Charron and Brad Barnes in Tag Team Torture 18.
Cameron Matthews glistens with a bashed Lorenzo “Jake” Lowe draped across his shoulders in Submissions 9.
Instant top tier entry into the Fantasymen category, Big Barry Burke brings the muscle in Ring Rookies 4.
Guido Genatto appears to completely humiliate cocky stud Jake Jenkins in Demolition 17.
Jonny Firestorm appears to be about to rip the head off of Nick Rush in Demolition 17.
Jayden Mayne is in a world of hurt against Charlier Panther in Demolition 17.
Drake Marcos, who has yet to deliver on the Christmas present he supposedly has picked out for me from last year, looks like he’s getting owned by one of the most babyfaced babyface rookies, Ty Alexander, in Babyface Brawl X.
Thing appear to get delightfully wet and wild with a bevy of babyface beauties in Wet ‘N’ Wild 7.

Throwback Thursday

Never one to fail to jump on a bandwagon, my thoughts this Thursday are turned backward for a “Throwback Thursday” life review. As I approach the 5th anniversary (!!!?) of neverland, it strikes me often how time can be warped in my memory as I reflect on what I’ve posted here over the years. Some things I swear that I’ve harped on over and over, but when I do a systematic search, I discover I’ve perhaps mentioned just once in passing. Some things I think I’ve never, ever said, I discover (not infrequently pointed out by a reader) I’ve most definitely put into print.  So today is a trip down memory lane, digging like a geologist into the strata of the years to consider what March 20 has meant in the life of neverland.

RHW came along less than a year after neverland.

My first March 20th post was 4 years ago today, and I was remarking on the still nascent offerings of Rock Hard Wrestling.  Specifically, I reviewed RHW’s double match release of Brody Hancock v Cameron Davis as a double-header along with Brody & Shawn Lawson double-teaming (does that make it a quadruple-header?) imminently deserving Zack Johnathan. Back than I was full of critique and advice, probably a little too heavy handed with the wisdom. Time has taught me a little more humility, I think. I hope. In any case, I still say Brody’s double-layered trunks (does that make it an octuple-header?) was a buzz kill and wrestling for gay eyes should use at least 1/3 less fabric in constructing ring gear than straight-up mainstream pro.  I haven’t posted on RHW in a while, after covering their releases pretty extensively years ago.  Not sure why.

I could stare at Tyrell Tomsen’s ass for weeks at a time!

A year leader, in 2011 I was playing Name That Ass, a game that I probably found a lot more fun that readers did. Then again, some of you played along, and even Queer Me Now covered the genre.  And seriously now, what’s not to love about studying in exquisite detail finely crafted homoerotic wrestling asses?  The asses teased in that March 20th post were, in order, Tyrell Tomsen, multiple best butt award winner Kid Karisma, Mark Wolff, John Magnum, and Coupe. No one posted a perfect score in that round.  Perhaps I need to pull Name That Ass out of mothballs to give you more practice.

The metamorphosed Charlie Panther.

March 20, 2012 was a Bodies-Over-Time focus on the stunningly evolving body of BG East’s Charlie Panther. I’d just seen his newest release at the time, absolutely defining a squash against Tim Messina in Pros in Private 9 and earning the homoerotic wrestler of the month title around these parts. Homoerotic wrestlers of the month have continued to be a theme since I started handing them out, and Charlie was a most excellent entry into the HWOTM hall of fame. At some point, I should do some soul searching about what subsequent HWOTM say about me and my evolving/stagnating tastes.

These could easily become the most trusted, not to mention gargantuan biceps in news!

Interestingly, last year on this date, I didn’t post at all. This was in the middle of a several-week drought, which happens not too infrequently around these parts.  The nearest post was the day before, when I was resurrecting a theme that has possessed these pages since THE VERY BEGINNING, namely, Chris Cuomo and the need for more hotly muscled skin in the news. Specifically, I was extremely excited by the prospect of massively muscled Latino pretty boy Gio Benitez joining the reporting pool at GMA. GMA has yet to truly capitalize on the sheer magnetism of Gio’s mammoth pecs, but I still get a little giddy when I see him on air.  I’m quite certain you will continue to read more about my ongoing obsession with new hunks.

It’s an interesting core sampling of what has made neverland hold my attention over the years, looking back at this date in history. Some things change. Some things stay the same (including periods of radio silence as life distracts me from what’s really important, homoerotic wrestling). And, as always, I just follow my fanaticism for the homoeroticism of wrestling where it takes me.

Bodies Over Time: Wrestler-of-the-Month Edition

Reigning homoerotic wrestler of the monthCharlie Panther, grabbed my attention every bit as commandingly as he grabbed poor rookie, Tim Messina, and crushed him like a grape between his steel cabled thighs.  Charlie is relentless, battering Tim in wave after wave of withering physical and psychological domination. The squash is breathtaking (for me… for Tim, it’s also dignity-stealing). Charlie’s non-stop verbal assault is every bit as humiliating as the non-stop physical assault, and that much more erotic for it.  Charlie earned his status as my reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month for all of that, but also for his incredibly hot, hard, sexy body. Perhaps what grabs me most is the change itself. Between three years ago and now, Charlie Panther went from looking like this…
…to looking like this…
Holy shit! Charlie’s mighty, meaty pecs and tight, narrow waist rock me hard. Losing the bleach increases his handsomeness by a multiple of at least 10, I think. But the physical transformation runs far deeper than a bottle of peroxide.
Irish Muscle God Devil Devitt targets where Charlie Panther used to be most vulnerable.
The last we saw of Charlie, he teamed up with the brutalizer Matt Stryker (and his dubious manscaping) to face off against the high flying, high quality indy pro team of Paul Hudson and Irish muscle god Devil Devitt.  Charlie was big and beefy, no doubt, but next to the stunningly ripped physique of Devitt, Charlie looks ready to show up in a Wrestling Arsenal feature on doughboys
Charlie gets a kick out of watching his opponent’s suffer.
That tag match was a rare re-match after Charlie’s nasty mauling of hardcore pro boy Paul Hudson in singles competition. I’m not sure if lovely, lithe Paul ever looked sweeter getting worked over by the heavyweight Panther. The contrast between them is a work of art.  Charlie’s gorgeous, dark brown complexion wrapped around Paul’s blindingly lily white skin only skims the surface of the visual contrast between these two “blonds.” Paul is whittled down to the lean loveliness of a professional athlete who trains relentlessly and probably has the genetic gift of burning calories effortlessly. The snarling Panther is a full half a foot taller, fifty or so pounds heavier, and bursting at the seams to bully his lightweight indy pro opponent. 
Cameron Mathews tries to turn the tide of fate and
start a winning streak by tackling the Panther.
In the Big Cat’s only other match released to date, he was still sporting the unfortunate effects of bleach, but this time facing off against an indy pro a little closer to his own size, Cameron Mathews. Cameron was achingly young and pretty, not yet having quite blossomed into the muscle stud he is today. But despite having the reputation as “the company punching bag,” Cameron twist-ties Panther like a loaf of bread and pushes the Big Cat to reconsider whether all that talk he’s so good at may have just been digging him deeper and deeper into a hole. However, with the wind at his back, Charlie makes Cameron pay, crushing and slamming Cameron’s beautiful bubble-butt into whimpering submission.

Tim Messina doesn’t have enough hands to check all
the bruises that muscle stud Charlie Panther pounds into him.
I have to wonder if that’s the Charlie Panther that Tim Messina thought he was going to face when he signed up for Pros in Private 9. Perhaps Tim thought he might catch the Big Cat flat-footed, counting on Charlie to lumber into the ring and underestimate him as just another in that long line of lean white boys who eventually succumb to the Panther-pounding.  It’s easy to miss it, but Tim’s clearly an accomplished wrestler, and you just have to wonder if perhaps he was counting on exploiting Charlie’s soft-around-the-middle conditioning and outlast the Big Cat to a stunning career-establishing upset.
Charlie Panther displays his stunningly beautiful butt while threatening
to pop Tim Messina’s head off of his neck.
If Tim was expecting to see the Charlie Panther of 3 years ago, imagine the shock to watch Charlie Panther 2.0 climb into the ring! Charlie must have dropped about 30 pounds of padding and then added another 15 back on in gorgeously seasoned, thick, powerful muscle mass. It’s not like Charlie’s ring record was suffering from having to work a little harder than any of his opponents to move his beefy body around the ring. He was already devastating. He took some licks, but let’s face it, carrying some extra ballast and all, he’d proven again and again that he wasn’t going to be satisfied until he’d beaten the will to fight out of his opponents.
The Panther roars with his prey captured helplessly and humiliatingly.
Now add to that tried and true formula for success a newly sculpted physique. Add to that concoction even more power, twice the endurance, and, unbelievably, even more self-possession that leaves no doubt that Charlie knows what a rocking stud and dominating ring master he is. He’s every ounce the same crushing, slamming, pounding presence he’s always been, but with that mouth-watering new body of his, the Big Cat is nothing short of a juggernaut. The second most astonishing thing about this match (after the unveiling of Charlie’s luscious new physique) is that poor Tim has still managed to resist the temptation to running screaming from the ring a full 30 minutes after he arrived.
Time and training have done Charlie Panther good!
Charlie Panther has all the moving parts that define a homoerotic wrestler of the month here at neverland. He’s got a mouth that never tires out. He’s got muscles just crying out for some slow, lingering, hands-on worship. He’s a seriously handsome mother-fucker, particularly without the extra weight and that unfortunate encounter he had with a bleach bottle a few years back. It’s amazing to me that I’ve managed to make it this far without mentioning his astoundingly lovely ass and the concealed handgun he’s got stashed in the pouch of his perfectly proportioned trunks. And, as always, most importantly, Charlie Panther tells an excellent story, both in word and in action, grabbing my attention, twisting my crank with both hands, and leaving me breathless and deeply satisfied.

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

Selecting a homoerotic wrestler of the month for the new release wrestling that turned me on the hardest in February is a herculean task. Like a kid in a candy store, strolling through the new releases that dropped last month dizzies me with delight. I think to myself, that one is definitely my favorite, and then the next one comes along that captures my imagination and sends me over the top all over again.  The field is astonishingly dense. I’m almost loathe to begin listing them because I just can’t stand leaving out any of the dozens of hunks who tweaked my kink so satisfyingly. But they don’t pay me because this shit is easy (in fact, nobody pays me for anything on this blog). So let me just rattle off who vied for my affections the most in February: from BG East, Eli BlackSkip Vance, Dylon Roberts, Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!), Austin Cooper, Kid Karisma, Jonny Firestorm, Jayden Mayne, Attila Dynasty, Skrapper, Tyrell Tomsen, Z-Man, Dev Michaels, Charlie Panther, Jake Jenkins, Christian Taylor, Reese Wells, Mac Matthias and Exavier; from Thunder’s Arena, Z-Man (again!), Cameron Mathews, Brendan Cage, Lex, Big Sexy; from Can-Am, Jobe Zander, Tyler St. James, Jimmy Clay and Tyler Ford; from Rock Hard Wrestling, Jake Jenkins (again!), Austin Cooper (again!), Ethan Andrews, Jason Kane, Lucas Payne and Gunner Bayani.
I’m exhausted (in the fantastic way)! There are so many former homoerotic wrestlers of the month in this pool, it’s no wonder I’m almost stymied when trying to make this decision. Austin Cooper alone showed up in 4 nomination-worthy matches in February! Several of these hard working hotties were published in two different promotions last month. So much quality… and I’ve set for myself the task of choosing just one!? Clearly, I’m a masochist (well, okay, at least some of the time).  There are a dozen sure bets in this list, so perhaps it’s no surprise that it’s the surprise performance that catches my eye and rises to the top. I’m sure there are fierce fans who’ll take issue with my pick (already bracing against all of those ferocious Eli Black fans out there), but just keep in mind that this is all about me. With a deep sigh, letting go of so many could-be nominees, my decision is made. The new reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month here at neverland is…
6’1, 201 pound Charlie Panther.

Charlie nearly pops Tim’s head off his neck!

Charlie’s body rocks me hard in this match! When I first saw him climb into the ring against rookie (I doubt it!) Tim Messina in Pros in Private 9, I was completely stunned. His physical transformation from his 3 prior appearances with BG East is nothing short of phenomenal! Seriously, BG East needs to update his profile pic, because there’s a whole new Charlie Panther in town, and he’s a rock solid hunk of gorgeousness!  Whatever he’s been doing to get so hard and hot, he needs to keep doing it. In particular, his pecs and abs are gorgeous, but it’s everything below the waist that captures me like crazy. Speaking of capturing, his legs are insanely hot, particularly with Tim’s head trapped between them. His ass fills my head with obsessive images of me grabbing his hips from behind. With that gear and that physique, Charlie is a composite vision of fantasy men wrestlers that rocked me so hard from pro wrestling in the early 80’s.

Charlie’s ass and Tim’s screams: Two Great Tastes
that Taste Great Together

Charlie in still frame is awesome, but it’s Charlie in motion that earns him the title this month. This man does not stop. He does not wane in intensity. He is exhaustingly relentless.  I hope Tim Messina was paid up on his catastrophic injury coverage for his health insurance, because Charlie is nothing short of a force of nature crashing into him time after time after time. My hunch is that no one in front of or behind the camera was planning on this being such a squash… no one, that is, other than Charlie Panther. Tim makes a go of sucking up some punishment and putting on his game face to start a few rallies here and there. But Charlie knocks that rally cap off time after time and rubs that game face off of Tim’s face with totally over the top 80’s pro bad guy invincibility and complete disregard for everything but Charlie’s date with destiny.

The Big Cat milks long, lean Tim beautifully in an OTK backbreaker.

Tim clearly has chops. I can easily picture him in the running for an -of-the-month title himself someday. But there’s just nobody to look at in that ring other than Charlie’s flexing muscles and raging hard-on of an ego.  It’s a little astonishing to me that Tim could stay in the ring with the size of Charlie’s personality taking up so much space. Of course, just being a muscle stud heel isn’t by itself a formula for success for my affections. These two dance divinely, punctuated climactically (and I mean that literally) by repeated body slams that make poor Tim catch major air on the rebound. Charlie’s OTK backbreaker (always a move that thrills me to my core) is like Charlie setting a Thanksgiving feast for me. Repeatedly, the Panther does push ups with one hand planted squarely across Tim’s throat, showing off Charlie’s dominating power, gorgeous ass, and vicious sadism to perfection.

Charlie whispers in Tim’s ear: “… and don’t you ever forget it!”

Regular readers know that I love some dialogue in a hot ring pounding. Unfortunately for Tim, he can’t get a word in edgewise because Charlie is an unstoppable torrent of trash talk that, paired with his smoking hot body, exponentiates the eroticism of this otherwise straight-up pro squash obliteration. Charlie makes it clear that he is nothing short of a god, and the BG East boys are doing nothing but wasting his time by putting this lean, green rookie in his way.  With Tim screaming like a dog caught in a bear trap (aka, Charlie’s nasty standing backbreaker), Charlie laughs as his crushed opponent pounds the mat in submission and cries (cries!!!) “I quit!!!” The final fall stuffed in his trunks and Tim essentially dead to the world and flat on his back, Charlie does push ups with his face hovering just overtop of Tim’s slack face. He dips low, alternating placing his mouth to each side of Tim’s head to whisper almost intimately in his ear, “You see that’s how The Big Cat does it, and don’t you ever forget it….”

Charlie Panther 2.0 – Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

I was just not expecting to get captured and commanded so powerfully by a completely new version of Charlie Panther. I, for one, am desperately hoping that this was not a fluke. I’m aching to see the evidence that Charlie 2.0 is here to stay. Because if he is, God help the ranks of BG East who might find themselves in his path! And in the mean time, I won’t soon forget how “The Big Cat” did it: earning the title as reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month.