It’s Like a Heatwave Burning in My Heart

The oppressive summer heat has arrived across almost all of the United States, including my normally moderate little corner. I’m not a fan of serious summer heat. I much prefer to generate my own.
My workplace is not air conditioned, which accounts for some of my unhappiness with the heat. Still, working inside, there are options that aren’t available to the fine folks whose labors require them to be outside. In their honor, I’ll resist the temptation to whine… too much.
But what to do when the heat sucks the energy out of you and you find yourself sweating while sitting absolutely still? Like Cristiano Ronaldo, you can always just grab a hose and wet down your massively muscled legs and the side of beef you’re smuggling in your trunks.

Or like Aussie Hugh Jackman, soak your glistening, hairy, hard muscles from head to toe by frolicking in the ocean.
Admittedly, finding the nearest muscle hunk and offering to lather him up with sunscreen may not cool things off, but it’s certainly a way to turn lemons into lemonade, now, isn’t it?
Lathering up your own sweet pecs and mounded arms is always a good idea, as well. I’m all about skin health. If you do it real slow, pinching your nipples a little as you go, the sun screen covers better (I swear… just try it, you’ll see).

Like rugby musclegod, Ben Cohen (appearing in a wrestling fantasy near you), you could let your inner child (encased in your hairy, hunky, brick house of a body) bust out on a water slide.
Did I mention frolicking in the ocean making sure every inch of your rippled muscles get good and wet? It’s worth mentioning again.
Finally, perhaps the best way to beat the heat is with some naked sword play in a cool, dark space. However you cope, I hope that you regulate your temperature effectively… cool when you need to be cool, and hot when you’re in the mood to get hot.

A Tie Is Not a Win


I’ve gushed about Portuguese footballer bodybeautiful Cristiano Ronaldo before. His thick, vascular legs are built for nothing if not for an oil wrestling match up featuring some doomed hopeful getting his skull crushed between them. Now Nike has an interesting behind the scenes montage featuring Cristiano in the locker room. It’s not nearly as salacious as it might sound, but his swagger as he makes his way through his world is sweetly cocky. This looks like a man who believes every worshipful word written about him. Which reminds me: Cristiano Ronaldo will truly become a superstar only once he shows up for a wrestling match with me in my backyard (there, it’s written… he must believe it).

Since I believe everything in writing, also, I must believe the report from the New York Post that Cristiano was fuming at Vanity Fair for forcing him to share his underwear-only cover with Ivory Coast rival football hottie, Didier Drogba. Considering the Ivory Coast/Portugal World Cup opener ended in a 0-0 tie, I smell an All-Star hardbody fued that will surely only be settled in a private jock strap match in my homoerotic wrestling imagination.

Crushworthy, Captivating Calves

I’m getting fixated again. Sorry. Sometimes, in some seasons, body parts just call to me. Sometimes it’s pecs. I’ve had infatuations with asses. These days it’s legs, and in particular, calves.

I could feel the calf obsession rising when I wrote a fantasy BG East wrestling match, in which bodybuilder Tyrell Tomsen worships his own flexing hardbody in the mirror, culminating in rolling up to the ball of one foot and flexing out his defined calf muscle. Mmmm…
So now, of course, everywhere I turn I’m captured (if only) by gorgeous legs and stunning calves. These off season pics of footballer Cristiano Ronaldo, in all his stunningly vascular glory, explain why he’s due to make an appearance in my wrestling fiction. Sweet God, just the idea of those legs scissoring someone makes me a little light headed. I’d insure those works of art for $130 million, too!
I haven’t seen the match yet, but BG East’s new release of BG’s Bad Boys looks like it starts with a pose off between Aryx Quinn and stunning newcomer, Rio Garza. If it’s a competition, Aryx’s look bigger and Rio’s look more beautiful. But it’s a win-win for me, any way you look at it.
I think well-muscled calves are particularly hot because it takes someone who really loves their body (or who naturally does a lot of sprints) to really pump out rock hard, massive calves. A lot of posers, even some bodybuilders, are huge all over, but still have skinny calves. Clearly genetics plays a big role, but someone with big, round, angular calves bears the evidence of more than a little narcissism. It takes cockiness, intense self-consciousness, and above all, focused effort to craft beautifully muscled calves. And these days, I’m smitten.