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Birthday Suits

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Neverland is a year old! The anniversary of when I started this extended wrestling kink conversation sort of snuck up on me. At times, this past year has been challenging, particularly at the point that I committed to post something new each day. But all in all, this has been a lot of fun, and it’s been very rewarding making a lot of enjoyable connections with plenty of other kinksters across the globe.
As regular readers realize, I’m actually pretty demure. I tend to shy away from full frontal nudity on this blog. It’s not that I’m trying to spare those of you who are searching for your wrestling kink hit at work. Personally, I think you get what you deserve when you browse for porn at work (such as inopportune erections, pre-cum stains on your suit pants, etc.). But in keeping with the whole theme of promoting the homoerotic imagination, I tend to like to leave a little to the imagination with the graphics that accompany my ramblings. But in honor of the auspicious occasion of the 1 year anniversary of neverland, I’m treating myself (and you) to some of my favorite boys celebrating in their birthday suits.
At the head of the line has to be my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, Rusty Stevens. Rusty has “only” appeared 9 times over the past 12 months in this blog, but his snarling, humiliatingly domineering possession of the title as reigning champion is sure to boost his numbers quickly. Rusty tugging at his own handsome cock is fantastically hot. Rusty’s naked body gets credit for quite a lot of my homoerotic fantasies as of late, particularly since his capture of the championship in my own little imaginary competition.
Next in line, appropriately enough, is the top contender to unseat Rusty, Mitch Colby. Since Mitch had a commanding headlock on the title of my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy for most of the past 12 months, it’s no wonder he appeared, by far, the most often in this blog (a total of 30 of my posts include Mitch!). Mitch’s entry into full on nude, hard action over the past couple of years has been an incredible treat. I’m seriously jonesin’ to see him back on the mats/in the ring, putting that stunningly gorgeous body on the line in muscle-on-muscle competition. And ANY match that ends in a passionate, soapy shower scene with Mitch and his opponent is guaranteed to be in my library (I promise!).
Derek da Silva and his gorgeous, round muscle butt have to make an appearance in the parade of birthday suit homoerotic wrestling pornboys, as I celebrate the anniversary of this blog. Derek has shown up in no fewer than 14 different posts over the past year. Derek looks ready to put that stunning body to good use, clawing his way back up the rankings.
The naked form of Tyrell Tomsen is the stuff of classical sculpture. Tyrell’s growing body of appearances in the BGE roster, extremely proudly displaying his incredible muscles, has definitely been a source of joy for me this past year, ending him up in 8 posts in neverland. His striated muscle butt and his massive, yet beautifully proportioned cock make Tyrell paydirt from any angle. This simply can’t just be considered “porn.” This is art on par with the masters of absolutely any medium.
My final favorite wrestler in his birthday suit is the underrated Rafe Sanchez. Rafe has only shown up in 3 posts over the past 12 months, which is a little misleading, considering he stars regularly in my personal erotic fantasies. Rafe is certainly not as massively constructed as, say, Tyrell, but Rafe absolutely loves every inch of his body not one iota less (which is saying a lot, if you’ve seen how much Tyrell appropriately worships his own muscles). When Rafe is rode hard and put away wet before losing his gear, he leaves me breathless. When he’s irrepressibly erect, his passionate pleasure for his work (and himself) makes me ache just a little to join in the fun with him.

I still get messages every so often from homoerotic wrestling kinksters who are just discovering, “I’m not the only one!” Good God, no! You aren’t. And fortunately there are enough of us to comprise a market for accomplished artists like these to be financially rewarded for the incredible, hard work that clearly goes into crafting every inch of their beautiful bodies and then displaying those precious treasures in body-on-body erotic competition. Not only is there a market, but there are also plenty of us with the time on our hands to ramble on, reflect, deconstruct and reconstruct the wrestling kink fantasies that turn us on and inspire a growing body of blogs. By no means are you the only one. By no stretch of the imagination are any of us alone. Thanks for your support, everyone!
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Despite Joe’s certainly wise counsel that I should stop masturbating and make sure I get plenty of fluids and rest as I recuperate from the crud, I have all this time on my hands… Seriously, no masturbating? I think that cure may be worse than the disease. As I contemplate the bitter medicine that Joe prescribes, I find myself drawn by a familiar infatuation with beautiful butts.

Perhaps it was spending so much intimate time (in my imagination) with Alan Ritchson as I wrote a fictional wrestling match with him competing against model Jared Prudoff in the first round of the tournament to determine who will be hired as Brody Productions’ newest executive assistant. Alan has one beautiful, round ass that he displays so generously.

With nothing to do but wipe my nose and ponder, it’s the image of beautiful, round cheeks that keep intruding on my thoughts. A sweetly muscled ass is truly a thing of beauty.
My two favorite wrestling asses these days have to belong to Derek da Silva and Tyrell Tomsen (particularly when Tyrell is in competition shape). I’m not entirely sure how Derek’s opponents are able to restrain themselves from constantly grabbing his massive glutes. The fact that Derek is also so stunningly flexible makes his body an infinite wonder of both power and grace.
When Tyrell is in his shredded shape, his butt is hypnotic. When he works up a layer of sweat, and then snaps his brutal biceps around his opponent and lifts him in the air in an overpowering bearhug, it’s Tyrell’s striated, rock hard, flexed ass that I can’t take my eyes off of.

One of the most beautiful, classic displays of an ass put to good use has to be Jay Austin’s thonged derrière as he squeezed Max Dare in Hard Pros 1. That stunning muscle working hard and dominating Jay’s screaming opponent tells the whole story, from start to finish.

Other folks probably see other things in a fevered delirium. As Joe tells me, I should probably be conserving my bodily fluids for more important tasks as my body fights off whatever crud has invaded it. But I can’t help myself. More importantly, I don’t really want to help myself. In the ache of illness, the joys elicited by the images of gorgeous muscled asses make my misery endurable.

Bard’s Ass Get’s Kicked

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This day is kicking my ass! Holy hell, I’m in danger of losing my hard-fought momentum to post something new each day. That would suck at this point, since I’m closing in on less than three months to go of a full year of daily posts.

But as I say, this day is beating the crap out of me as I run from meeting to meeting, and I’ll I can do is stand here and take it. If I’m going to get the crap beat out of me, I can think of so many more satisfying scenarios. They pretty much all involve Mitch Colby (no surprise).
So wish me luck that I can stumble across the finish line today, and forgive me if this is a little bit of a half-assed post for your reading enjoyment.

Fighting Back

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The newest BG East releases include another ball-torture-themed product. The first match on Ball Busters 1 features pendulous Jobe Zander and boy-man Reese Wells crushing each other’s testicles and suffering mightily. The second match stars the anxiously awaited return to action of recently unseated contender for my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy title: Derek da Silva.
I still don’t quite “get” ball abuse products. I own a couple of them, but the specific focus on testicle torture doesn’t quite carry a whole storyline in my mind. And what’s with the indecisive titling? Ball Bash, Crotch Crushers, Ball Busters… these are essentially variations on a theme… without the “variation” bit. Despite my ambivalence about the format, though, I’m helpless when faced with the opportunity to see more of fabulously tattooed, bubble butt extraordinaire, sweat soaked, hairy muscle stud Derek, who seems to show up in these particular products regularly. It’s an added treat to see more of Tyrell Tomsen, though the difference between Tyrell’s competition-ready body and his softer-middle is really remarkable. This match appears to be shot around the same time that Tyrell battled Mitch. I prefer the shredded to the bone Tyrell, but he’s a pleasure regardless.

I haven’t seen the tape yet. I’m saving up for it, though. In the mean time, the text and teaser pics are enough to get my motor running. Derek always does some impressive yoga posing prior to his matches. Tyrell clearly does what I’m always thinking someone should do to Derek when he’s so stunningly, vulnerably on display. He drives his fist into Derek’s crotch just as Derek is in a full bridge.

The look on Tyrell’s face is fantastic here. He’s so pleased with himself! He’s clearly relishing the sight of Derek’s suffering. Get in line, Tyrell. Get in line…

I suspect that Derek’s performance could boost him enough in the standings to give Rusty Stevens a run for the #1 contender spot. I’ve been watching the unfolding chapters of Can-Am’s Arena 2 match-up between Rusty and Aryx Quinn, and despite Rusty’s continued fantastic verbal and physical dominance, I don’t know if Rusty’s performance will enable him to hold onto his spot in my personal favorites. Rusty continues to bash BGE, and the story is a little flat so far. Depending on how much pleasure comes from Derek’s latest performance in comparison with Rusty’s tussle with Aryx, the #1 contender spot is distinctly in play right now. Mitch is still sitting pretty on top of the heap, but there’s a lively scrap just beneath him.

A Stunning Upset

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There’s a shake up happening in the pecking order of my homoerotic wrestling favorites. Mitch Colby still has his championship belt around his waist, but shockingly, Derek da Silva has been toppled out of his #1 contender position.

Just to recap, Derek stunningly wrested the championship from Mitch’s hands last Fall when he posted on Twitter commending this blog. Since I’m the sole arbiter in this competition, Derek was playing to the judge. And that’s always a winning strategy. It doesn’t hurt that Derek is also a gorgeously tattooed, sweat-prone muscle stud into yoga and post-structuralism. Mitch was soundly defeated, and Derek was my #1 object of wrestling kink lustful worship.
Mitch’s Wrestler Spotlight tape, and in particular his smoking hot match with Patrick Donovan turned the tables. In a closely fought reversal of fortunes, Derek was demoted to #1 contender, as Mitch mounted his pedastal and pumped his double bicep in victory once more.
It seem that Derek was so focused up the ladder, that he failed to notice that he was in someone’s sights from below. Frankly, I’m a little astonished by this turn of events myself. Derek’s sadomasochistic delights wrapped up in such a hot package seem pretty unassailable by anyone who isn’t Mitch.
Derek’s been off the wrestling kink radar for too many months, though, and Rusty Stevens has climbed in the ring, walked up on Derek from behind, and suplexed his furry body to the canvas. It was Rusty’s playground banter with Aryx Quinn in Can-Am’s new release Arena series that lifted him so dramatically in the standings, I think. The moment he pumped his hips and mimed spanking Aryx ass, Derek should have recognized that he was a threat.
Derek’s tats continue to blow my mind, but the “lip prints” tattooed around Rusty’s crotch and ass reinforce the image of Rusty as both sexy and possessing a sense of humor. The massive GABRIEL tattooed across his upper back isn’t quite as stunning as Derek’s art, but it’s beautiful. It also demands that I guess that Rusty’s “real” name is Gabriel (or that his boyfriend’s name is Gabriel… for his sake, I hope it’s his own name, because getting your boyfriend’s name tattooed on you never ends well).
Winning the competition for #1 contender homoerotic wrestling pornboy of my heart isn’t necessarily always about “winning.” Frankly, Derek’s begging of Mitch to slap his balls harder in Crotch Crushers was a stunning powerbottom move that earned Derek major points for both the kink value and the impressive performance itself. To not only stay hard, but to be brought to ejaculation while your sweat soaked opponent tortures your balls is seriously twisted and outrageously hot.
But Rusty has a nasty side to him that makes me think that even pain-slut Derek couldn’t keep up. Whereas Derek had Mitch obeying his command to beat his balls, I’d have to imagine Rusty cruelly withholding the torture that Derek is so desperately hot to experience. Rusty would have Derek twisted into the pretzel that only a yogi could achieve, but he’d keep Derek begging until Derek was his bitch.
If you’re like me, you did not see this upset coming. I think Mitch had better be looking over his shoulder, because Rusty is looking hungry and fierce. Still, I’m not about to count out Derek entirely from the competition. In fact, I’m hoping this little upset lights a fire under that unbelievably round, poundable ass of his to get back in the ring with renewed focus. In the mean time, though, it’s Rusty knocking at the door, determined to ride his momentum all the way to the top.

Year in Review – Favorite Moment #1

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The highlight of my 2009 blogging journey had to be that moment on Monday evening, October 19, when Derek Da Silva twitted the link to this blog and commended it for the nice description of some of his wrestling work. I was star struck. A gorgeous pornboy with an incredible back tattoo commended my blog.

The brush with fame was enough to unseat my prior pornboy wrestling favorite, Mitch Colby, from his throne atop my lustful adoration. I’ve been entranced by Mitch for the past couple of years, but his work lately has grown more explicitly homoerotic and pornographic, and I’ve been totally along for the ride. His first full frontal and liplocks for BG East made me take a double take. His spread eagle pics via Muscle Adonis once again caught my full attention (despite the poor photography), and his head-to-head (claw-to-ball) mat action with Derek in Crotch Crushers 1 sealed the deal in my mind. Just as Mitch conquered Derek in a sweat soaked embrace, so he laid claim to my loyalties and my fan-favorite status.
But then Derek went and twitted, and he grabbed the crown from Mitch’s head. The mention of Derek’s interest in post structuralism in one of his bios put it over the top for me, really. A masochistic, tattooed, muscle-head, pornboy into both sweaty ball abuse and post structuralism? Clearly this was meant to be: me and Derek exchanging bearhugs before I capture him in my body scissors, propped up on one elbow, reading Foucault to him as he groans in pain (a boy can dream!).
As regular readers know, Mitch’s Wrestler Spotlight release from BG East just last month heated up the competition for my fan favorite status once more. Mitch’s match against Peter Stallion was not my cup of tea. His emission-submission from Marc Rion was a delight that definitely earned him serious points. But his sweat soaked grunt-fest with BG East veteran Patrick Donovan was the kicker that made Mitch leap frog over Derek and back into the number one spot in my lustful affections.
Just within the past couple of weeks, Derek’s Christmas video has made me laugh my ass off (he lights his tree using the crank electrodes that have been attached to his testicles), meaning he’s pushing hard at overcoming Mitch once more. A sick sense of humor is an incredible turn on! I’ve written a couple of fantasy matches with Mitch and Derek teamed together to deliver some humiliating abuse to unsuspecting pretty boys. I realize that BG East really doesn’t do re-matches (as far as I can tell), but I’m aching deep, deep down for another bout between Mitch and Derek, in order to give Derek another shot at claiming the title of my favorite homoerotic pornboy wrestler. I’m picturing something in the ring this time, with lots of work in the ropes (like I said, I can dream!).
So here’s my New Year’s toast to Mitch and Derek, grappling together in a sweat-soaked embrace, and here’s to hoping to get another chance to see the two of them battle it out to decide who will end up on top in 2010. More importantly here’s a New Year’s toast to you: may the stroke of midnight find you locked in a sweaty, full contact erotic combat, perhaps having the breath squeezed out of you (or you doing the squeezing, whichever you’re in the mood for), and may all your wrestling fantasies come true in 2010! Happy New Year!

The Title Changes Hands

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BG East Catalog 80 has been posted, and I’ve had my first look at Mitch Colby’s Wrestler Spotlight and Fantasymen 32. I’m blown away by new fantasyman Lon Dumont: gorgeous body, fantastic ring presence, and captivating persona that tells me this guy is no rookie. But the performances I’ve been most anticipating come from the newly re-crowned homoerotic wrestling pornboy champion: Mitch Colby.
Yes, Mitch has narrowly unseated Derek da Silva for my “affections.” It was not Mitch’s match with pornboy-pornboy Peter Stallion that made him recapture my loyalties. That match was, as I was concerned it might be, a little disappointing. It’s primarily a series of leg scissors and preening schoolboy pins. Mitch ups the heat with some nice ass grabs and some decent intensity, but Peter lacks ferocity. I think the director realizes that this just isn’t quite selling, because the match is over very quickly.
Mitch’s match with newcomer Marc Rion definitely did contribute to Mitch’s successful challenge of Derek da Silva for the title of my favorite homoerotic wrestler. BG East’s description of this product is right on the money. Marc looks star struck and gives every impression that he’s just stunned by his luck in having a chance to worship Mitch. I feel like I’ve been peeping in the window, catching Mitch bringing a date home. Marc shows up ready to worship, but Mitch demands some mat action first. The wrestling only fires up these boys more, with stolen kisses and stroked cocks showing up from go. The wrestling isn’t much more creative than Mitch’s match with Peter Stallion, frankly, but unlike Peter, Marc is intensely present and committed to adoring Mitch’s body. Marc and Mitch and Mitch on Marc are pleasing.
But honestly, it’s Mitch’s match with BG East veteran, Patrick Donovan, that forced me to remove the crown from Derek’s head and replace it atop Mitch’s 6’2″ frame. Patrick is clearly in league with Satan, since he does not age. He sells himself and Mitch throughout this match. He suffers. He snarls with contempt. The boys sell this match as a closely fought competition: competition of bodies, competition of wrestling, competition of bearhugs. Sweat pours off both of them in streams, and the longer the competition goes, the fiercer and nastier they get. This match offers even portions of the homoerotic and the wrestling, and I’m thrilled with that recipe.
Derek remains the top contender for another chance at the crown that goes to my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy. But it needs to be said, Lon Dumont could get a title shot very early in his career if he’s ready to take that humiliating domination a little more to the homo side of things.

Confession and Kink

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It’s not like I go around discussing my wrestling kink with everyone I meet. I consider myself pretty blunt, but I certainly disclose much more to all of you perfect strangers than I do among the people I see every day. The public confession of sexual desire has been made commonplace by the shrinking world in which we live, facilitated by instantly gratifying technology like the internet. But why do I write what I write in this blog, and why do you read it?

Someone who recently signed up to read my homoerotic wrestling fiction explained his interest by simply writing, “I thought I was the only one!” First, that’s an excellent answer. Second, I think the public confession of sexual desire has that function of allowing people to recognize common interests (and kinks) and discover a sense of community that perhaps they weren’t aware of before. Perhaps you read a blog about someone’s personal gay wrestling fetish because you catch a glimpse of yourself.

But why do I write it? Have you ever just had something that you needed to tell someone? Have you ever found yourself feeling more genuinely yourself for saying out loud (or writing publicly) something that gives you joy? I also write this blog because the process of writing each day teaches me new insights about who I am and what I’m passionate about.
In honor of my favorite poststructuralist pornboy and homoerotic wrestler, Derek da Silva, I feel compelled to also mention the insights of Michel Foucault. Foucault argued that the confession of sexual desire not only illustrates for people their shared sexual desires and identities. Foucault argued that it’s titillating to confess and to hear someone’s confession. The act of talking about what turns you on and gets you off becomes its own form of sexual fetish. And the act of witnessing someone’s confession of sexual desire can also become its own kink.
I tend to think all of the above are at play in why I write and why you read my ramblings about my wrestling kink and musings about the beautiful men I lust after. In the end, whatever else it all means, it’s nice to discover that you’re not alone. It’s nice to know that whatever silences may fill up your daily life, there’s still a place where the words you want to say are spoken and heard.

Gratitude

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On a day set aside for giving thanks, I’m counting my blessings. I’m thankful for this bizarre discipline I accepted for myself to write this blog and publish some of my fiction online. It’s a vulnerable, annoying, enriching and rewarding endeavor.

I’m thankful for ring rookies David Taylor, Tyrell Tomsen, Kid Karisma and Rio Garza who’ve climbed into the ring in the past several months and laid claim to my imagination. For their poundable pecs and astounding asses, for their breathtaking biceps and crushing quads (and BG East’s generous permission to post their photos), I’m truly grateful. And for David and Tyrell’s phenomenal phalluses, I can’t say how happy they make me.
I’m thankful this year that Mitch Colby likes, and likes to pound, men. For all his sweat-soaked suffering and his growing accomplishment at putting younger punks in their place, I’m filled with gratitude.
I’m thankful that Derek Da Silva read and got a kick out of my treatment of his wrestling performances. For his shout out, for the mindblowing tolerances of his fantastic body, and for the amazingly beautiful artistry of all those tatoos, I’m thankful.
I’m thankful that Chris Cuomo went fishing this summer and shared with his twitter fans the beauty of his shirtless body.
For Mehcad Brooks, a resident of Bon Temps for such a short time, baring his irresistible ass and being so generous with displaying his round, luscious pecs, I’m thankful. And for Alexander Skarsgård’s six foot, four inch Swedish gorgeousness, I’m grateful that his eternal character will be with us for more seasons to come.
Finally, for all the kind friends and gentle critics I’ve met online through this blog and my wrestling fiction, I’m thankful. I hope you all are surrounded by friendship and love today.

A Little More of This, A Little Less of That

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Mitch Colby seems to have been laying low lately. I hope it isn’t because I promoted Derek Da Silva ahead of him the line of my pornboy crushes. Perhaps his comments on his page at BigMuscle shed some light. In addition to some sweet photos of Mitch I haven’t seen elsewhere (including some naked and hard pics), Mitch shares some thoughts about his history and recent dabbling in the world of porn.

Mitch’s autobiographical narrative, including his mid-life commitment to get in shape (coinciding with his entry into homoerotic wrestling) is very, very sweet. I suspect he was a hot piece of meat before he lost thirty pounds, but his new body is thoroughly worship-worthy and deserving of all the credit in the world.
Mitch gives us some true confessions, including his decision to dip into hard core and his more recent decision that that scene isn’t for him. I’m thrilled that he’s still willing to fuel my kink though, and he’s leaving open the possibility of more homoerotic wrestling products (nice to see some new wrestling work from him on NakedKombat). I’m hoping that Mitch’s boundaries still include the opportunity to see his physical dominance of opponents that melts into post-victory worship and lust (a la Crotch Crushers and Motel Madness 8). Make them suffer, Mitch! Then make them yours. My credit card is in hand, in anticipation.
Mitch’s autobiographical confessions on BigMuscle are just so adorable and vulnerable. He’s making a resurgence in the competition for my lustful affections. Derek’s citation of this blog from Twitter still gives him a narrow advantage, but Mitch is coming on strong (and gorgeous, and sweet, and hot as hell).