Best of Just as Best at BG East

Despite the scandalous failure of technology that forced a second round of voting, I’m thrilled to report decisive winners of my recent polls!

Best Legs

  1. Calvin Haynes (38%)
  2. Chase LaChance
    • Brad Barnes
    • Kayden Keller
    • Austin Cooper

Calvin Haynes scored the clear victory for best legs with those gargantuan, thickly draped quads and beautifully bulging, veiny calves. I feel like it’s time for us to see Calvin in a seriously sexy Wrestle Worship match, with Calvin earning the the kneeling, gasping, awestruck, licking adoration those tree trunks so richly deserve .

Best Pecs

  1. Brad Barnes (49%)
  2. Lon Dumont
    • Kenny Starr
    • Marc Merino
    • Devil Devitt

Brad Barnes huge pec pillows came just shy of getting the outright majority of voters in a seriously beautiful field of contenders. I think the pec claw was invented for the comic book superhero proportions of Brad’s chest. I’d give a kidney for the chance to see runner-up Lon Dumont (my choice, of course) climb into the ring with Brad and tear him to shreds!

Best Arms

  1. Dev Michaels (36%)
  2. Calvin Haynes
    • Brad Barnes
    • Devil Devitt
    • Cole Cassidy

Dev Michaels pulled out the victory in the seriously competitive category of Best Arms. This category had me struggling to settle on just one of these magnificent, mountainous set of biceps, but I have to admit I went for Dev’s stunning, thickly veined, aesthetically gorgeous, and functionally devastating arms. Have we seen an opponent openly acknowledge just how fucking SEXY Dev’s muscleman bod is?

Best Back

  1. Austin Cooper (34%)
  2. (Tie) Van Skyler & Dev Michaels
    • Kip Sorell
    • Brute Baynard

The Best Back category was another super competitive battle. Van and Dev scored an exact tie (as of my counting this morning) for second place, but it was Dr. Cooper who pulled the victory out. There’s so much about Austin to love, and I bet his beautiful tapered-V isn’t always the first thing that comes to mind to admire, but fuck, yes, his back is a work of art! I actually voted for Van, because Dark Skyler has been haunting my waking dreams since I had the pleasure of watching his Muscle Showcase last year. But I have no problems at all with crowning Coop as sporting the best back at BG East in 2020.

Best Ink

  1. Zip Zarella (28%)
  2. Elite Eliot
    • Ash DeLeon
    • Braden Charron
    • Ace Aarons

The Best Ink category always brings out the haters. I used to feel defensive when I’d get comments about how tattoos universally suck, and it’s a waste of a hot body to ink it up. Some of you know I sport my own ink that I actually adore, so I feel pretty swept up in the sweeping generalizations. But there are clearly plenty of us who appreciate fine body art, and by a razor-thin margin, Zip Zarella came out on top by a fraction over his indy pro buddy Elite Eliot. My vote actually went to Ash, but Eliot and Zip are perennial favorites of mine for so many reasons, not least of which is their fine, bold, in-your-face ink. The two of them burned the house down in Wrestling with Pride 1 a couple of years ago, but I ache to see them show even more pride in a rematch, strip stakes, loser kisses the winner’s ass (lovingly). And if that idea were to materialize, I hope that Eliot knows I’m ready to be his corner man.

Prettiest Face

  1. Kip Sorell (52%)
  2. Richie Douglas
    • Nino Leone
    • Jax Atwell
    • Cai Li

The Prettiest Face category was the only one to turn into a total route in the polls, with Kip Sorell leaving all 4 of his competitors in the dust and taking an actual majority of votes. I’ve never been as huge a fan of Kip’s as I know most BGE fans are, not because I wouldn’t love to strip him naked and fuck him for days on end, but because he’s such a fucking jobber. Not that I don’t love jobbers, mind you, but Kip just doesn’t quite suck me in to the wrestling drama. But that’s me. He’s ridiculously pretty, nonetheless. My vote went full-heartedly for Nino, who I feel like is way under-appreciated relative to his wrestling skills, passion, and raw sexiness. But that face of his is so boy-band pretty it makes me dizzy sometimes.

Sexiest Nipples

  1. Chase Addams (26%)
  2. (Tie) Mason Brooks & Dev Michaels
    • Jason Anders
    • Dimitri

It was such a nail biter to the finish for the Sexiest Nipples vote! I started crushing on Chase’s nips from about 2 seconds after I first saw him in action a few years ago, so I have no complaints about him bringing home the gold. I also started crushing on Mason’s nips about 2 seconds after I first saw him in action a couple years before I first saw Chase, so I love that their sexiest nipples rivalry that played out in Gazebo Grapplers 20 played out in the voting, as well. I didn’t expect Dev to bring home the tie with Mason for second place though, which is an awesome surprise. I think this now deserves a 3-way contest, in the ring, climaxing with Mason and Chase cooperating just enough to tie Dev in the ropes and each of them work over one of the big man’s nips until he cums hands-free.

My hearty congratulations to all the winners, and I hope that the also-rans know that you are adored by an army of devoted fans, even if you didn’t get the votes in a totally useless poll like this one (or any of them). I think every wrestler who put in an appearance in a 2020 BG East release deserves a medal for making lock-down bearable, and I would personally be more than happy to demonstrate to any one (or all) of you just how much fans worship your beauty, strength, and skill!

Ode to OTK

Zip Zarella wrings the Z out of Z-Man

It’s been a long time since I composed a post devoted solely to admiring a particular wrestling hold. I’ve been recently obsessing once again over my favorite wrestling hold, the over-the-knee backbreaker.

Even the set up for this hold is sexy, as Grant Connors digs his fingers into Carson Crawford’s hot ass.

It’s such a massively dominating move. The pitcher often literally cradles the catcher like a child in his arms, clutching him across his chest, and then drops to one knee, pounding his opponent’s back across his thigh. I love the geography of this hold. The victim splayed out, his vulnerable core stretched wide, legs and upper body pressed backward such that he can’t assume the instinctive duck and cover defensive position to protect his internal organs.

Kelly King busts Kirk’s back like a boss.

I catch myself gasping in awe at high impact OTKs. There’s a raw, primal, intensely arousing aspect to watching a dominant hunk seriously pound his opponent down with authority, his knee driving viciously into the helpless stud’s spine. It’s magnificent drama when he scoops him directly back up across his chest, standing tall and hoisting the victim high to repeat the move again. And again. Total domination.

Ty’s helplessness make’s Coop’s muscle seem that much more massive.

I also also love an OTK punisher with big, bulging pecs flexing powerfully, his face hovering so close to his opponent’s muscled torso and quivering crotch. Stretched out on his back, the victim of an OTK is flattened, the topography of his physique stretched out and impotent, in contrast to the flaring shoulders and pumped pecs of his tormentor.

Mr. Joshua digs deep into Chace LaChance.

Then there are the subtle variations and innovations that dial up the inherent eroticism of this hold in a homoerotic context. The stolen moments to take advantage of the victim’s helplessness, sadistically brutalizing muscled abs and pecs. Not content to just torture his spine, the man in charge pounds fists, drives in elbows, perhaps digs his finger tips into defenseless muscle and wear him out from every angle.

An OTK seems paradigmatically gay (or at least bicurious) when the dominant hunk pays serious attention to that tempting bulge at the apex of his opponent’s bridge. Frankly it doesn’t often go there even in homoerotic wrestling, but every OTK seems like a head nod to those sensational moments when a wrestler leans forward and sucks his opponent’s nipple, seductively slides the palm of his hand possessively across his lower abs, and appreciatively throttles and fondles his arching cock. That’s the heart of homoerotic wrestling for me, with the purpose of the battle to determine who gets to take possession of whose body.

I’m fascinated watching muscled hunks sell this hold. Clearly some wrestlers are built a lot more for strength than flexibility. A stiff, tabletop OTK actually works for me because it looks like it hurts just that much more. When a muscle laden stud doesn’t really have much of a lower back arch to bend across his opponent’s thigh, it also just seems that much more humiliating. But there’s nothing quite as arousing as watching a flexible hunk melt into the hold, bridging dramatically, as if his muscles are draped across a hanger. The submissiveness, the giving himself over blindly to man who’s claimed his body, is golden.

My gratitude to all of the homoerotic wrestlers who have recently fed my craving for OTK hotness. For those moments when you’ve reached through your opponents legs and cupped his beefy ass in the palm of your hand, I salute you. For your graceful bridge and packed, quivering bulge gasping in anticipation of whatever is to come at the mercy of your opponent, I applaud you. I realize this hold is not exactly intuitive to pull off, and for many of you it’s downright awkward as fuck to sell, so I appreciate the gorgeous erotic art of your human sculpture just that much more.

Our Man Inside

Sharp eyes noted that there were some unreleased BG East photos embedded in my interview with Drake Marcos and Mason Brooks a couple of days ago. True enough, I recently received another super-secret parcel of behind-the-scenes and as-yet unreleased photos from an anonymous source who I will continue to refer to as “our man inside” BG East. The identity of this fan pleaser is unknown to me. I am under the impression that it is not Drake nor Mason, for example, however the way these photos are being passed to me makes it impossible for me to know where they actually came from.  Some of them appear to be HD photos of yet-to-be released matches, looking like they were peeled off of the cutting room floor. Others are clearly candid photos that look like they’ve been taken with a camera phone.  I keep expecting to hear about some BG East back office boy who was found at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico wearing cement galoshes, but apparently so far even the Boss has not sussed out the source or does not feel sufficiently compromised by the corporate espionage to take retribution. Either way, whoever you are, our man inside is my personal hero and still has a standing offer to be taken to dinner someday, should he dare reveal his identity to me. In the mean time, keep ’em coming, buddy!

Now, let’s pick through the latest scavenged treasures and lift a toast to our man inside!  First, there was some hot smuggled swag that looks like it comes from a camera phone, capturing two of the sizzling young rookies I’ve been smitten by lately, Kayden Keller and Ty Alexander. Ty mentioned to me that he’s a gear-horse, and it looks like both he and Kayden enjoy hanging out in sexy, sexy, sexy gear between wrestling shoots.

The glimpse of facial hair and that hot ass convince me that this is Kayden “Hungry Like the Wolf” Keller.

Same gear, same hot ass, so I’m pretty sure this is what Kayden Keller looks like on a Saturday morning when he’s hanging out watching his cartoons.

Rookie Ty Alexander looks adorable despite the tough guy shades and stare over his shoulder. Hope we see that gear in the ring (on and off his body) soon.

This one is particularly mysterious for lack of clues to the identity of this silky smooth body. Because of the context in which the photos appeared, and because of the aforementioned fascination Ty tells me he has with gear, I’m thinking that sweet ass belongs to him.

That handsome face and those chiseled abs could belong to no one other than the hardest working hunk in wrestling, Cameron Matthews, apparently taking a break just long enough to soak in some sunshine.

And here is Cameron back at work again, possibly on the set of Tag Team Torture 17, with the camera trained on his hot, athletic body as someone, behind the camera, snaps this shot.

Jonny, Wolf, Drake
This looks like a shot from just before taping a match, with rookie Kayden Keller in the background, Jonny Firestorm looking board, and Drake Marcos daydreaming about finding someone he can beat.

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I haven’t yet seen Tag Team Torture 17, but I’m dying to see perennial favorite Lon Dumont in action again partnered with the humungous beast of a man here, Brute Baynard. I’m also making a mental note to ask Lon why he’s so enthusiastically pointing at Brute’s crotch.

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This looks like a between-takes snapshot from the taping of (my reigning favorite wrestler) Kid Karisma‘s Wrestler Spotlight match against Dev Michaels. How do I apply for the job of rubbing down these two sweat soaked muscle boys to aid in their post-match recuperation?

Skrapper’s ass. Let me repeat: Skrapper’s ass. No more words need be said.

Holy fuck, Skrapper is looking beefier and sexier by the minute! No wonder he had Trey Dixon quite literally begging for it by the end of their inferno-of-a-mat-match in Passion and Punishment!

Who is taking these photos, and HOW CAN I TRADE LIVES WITH YOU!? This is now my screensaver. Skrapper just tapped on Kid Karisma’s shoulder to let him know that he’s in line to potentially knock the karismatic one off of the throne as my favorite homoerotic wrestler. Now let me unbutton those jeans with my teeth!

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month (PLUS!)

November was another blisteringly hot month for homoerotic wrestling. You can’t swing a cat without smacking into yet another extremely entertaining new entry into the catalog of heart pumping homoerotic wrestling gems. So many of my longtime favorite infatuations showed up in November to vie for our attention and adoration! The sheer number of former homoerotic wrestlers of the month and overall favorite homoerotic wrestlers that I’ve lauded in the past that are back in new action in November is astounding! It’s an auspicious month for new releases, and I feel like I’m being disloyal to so many perennial favorites in order to just pick out one new homoerotic wrestler of the month. But I can’t deny it. There’s one wrestler who’s work last month held me down, smothered me with sexiness, and knocked me out like a light with the very top notch of homoerotic wrestling talent.  Not only did this dreamboat of a wrestling hunk own the competition in November new releases, he managed to unseat long-standing favorite homoerotic wrestler Lon Dumont for to claim the crown as reigning wrestling stud overall.  Sit back and get ready for an avalanche of superlatives, because there’s no exaggerating how entirely I was owned by new homoerotic wrestler of the month and brand new overall favorite homoerotic wrestler…


Kid Karisma.

Kid Karisma decimates every dimple and bulge of painfully pretty Pete Sharp.

Kid Karisma’s Wrestler Spotlight at BG East is like the most romantic homoerotic wrestling date imaginable. It starts playfully, as he smirks and taunts one of the prettiest pieces of wrestling meat in competition today, Pete Sharp. Pretty Pete is far too big and strong for this to be a cake walk, and you can tell KK would have it no other way. Every jab, every clinch, every breath-stealing squeeze that Pete works in on the red-headed stud puppy merely exponentiates Kid Karisma’s glee in battling back, beating him down, and making that drop dead gorgeous face on the goldenboy screw up into humiliated agony. Pete’s humungous, gargantuan, titanic (I warned you about superlatives!) package nearly steals the show, but Kid Karisma will not be upstaged. His victory is sweet as honey (which I wouldn’t mind licking off of either/both of these stud’s bodies, BTW), and KK offers a sportsmanly hand up and slap on the hotly muscled back of the blue-eyed rookie as they stroll from the gazebo, full of mutual respect.

Two of the hottest, muscled asses locked in a wrestling embrace, coated in sweat, turning the heat way, way up!

Our fantastically sexy homoerotic wrestling date with Kid Karisma retires from the great outdoors to the more private surroundings of the BG East ring room in Florida, where he meets what has to be one of the top 2 most devastatingly dangerous challenges of his wrestling career: Dev Michaels. The erotic tension in this match has me dizzy within about 2.8 seconds as these two notorious heels stare one another down in the middle of the ring. KK looks momentarily taken aback by the sheer size of his mountain of an opponent (not to mention the disconcerting leopard print trunks on him), but Kid Karisma is never short on an ego jabbing taunt. In this case, he implies that Dev is too old to hang with the new generation of muscle and power at BG East.

Dev Michaels tortures Kid Karisma, displaying KK’s perfectly muscled vulnerability to perfection.

Kid Karisma’s ring match with Dev Michael’s is one of the juiciest, tastiest, most aesthetically pleasing matches I’ve ever seen (see my aforementioned caution regarding superlatives). I have to confess that I expected Kid Karisma to get handily outmuscled and tossed around by his much, much bigger beast of an opponent. And, sure, Dev does that, but Kid Karisma blows my mind by dishing out a giant helping of the same dish that Dev serves up.  Holy shit, watching KK lift and toss this genetic freak of a physical specimen makes me gasp, hit rewind, and watch it over and over again. You can see a most excellent breakdown of this particular match from Joe at Ringside at Skull Island, but let me just say that although Kid Karisma is not up to the challenge of going toe to toe with the outrageously oversized muscleman in this match, he looks astonishingly sexy as he withers in Dev’s embrace, and most impressively he wrings out more suffering from Dev than just about anyone I think I’ve ever seen. Whereas KK’s match with Pete Sharp was playful, sportsmanly, and undeniably beautiful in an out-in-the-open and under the blue skies sort of way, this ring match with Dev is noticeably hotter, sweatier, and erotically charged as the musclemen brutalize one another, rip each other’s trunks off, and feature a smorgasbord of meaty muscle to savor.

Kid Karisma’s intimate mat match with Gabriel Ross makes me downright feverish.

Honestly, I think that the moment in Kid Karisma’s ring match with Dev where he hoists massive Dev up in a suspended bearhug (that’s right, I said suspended!) and then flings all 200 pounds of the behemoth across the ring like a sack of flour would have easily earned KK the homoerotic wrestler of the month title. Well, that and his world class, award winning ass hanging in Dev’s suspended bearhug, barely thonged and as perfect as an ass can be.  But it’s the final match in Kid Karisma’s Wrestler Spotlight collection that puts me way, way over the top, and not only clinches the monthly title for KK, but catapults him into my reigning overall favorite homoerotic wrestler. If KK’s ring match with Dev is the more private, erotically charged moment in our date with the red-headed phenom, his mat match with Gabriel Ross is succulently sensuous, intensely intimate, and erotically explosive.

Kid Karisma pins Gabriel Ross in the best way possible.

These two fucking want each other like crazy from the moment they stroll into the intimate quarters of the BG East mat room. They cannot keep their hands off each other, alternating back and forth between manhandling each other in intensely painful wrestling holds and then lustfully stroking, squeezing, and tasting one another’s fantastically matched physiques. Gabrial Ross is unbelievably rebuilt since his early days in the business, and he makes Kid Karisma suffer long and hard whenever the karismatic one falls into the trap of having anything and everything stuck in the beartrap of Gabriel’s thighs. Where KK’s ring match with Dev was punctuated with exclamation points and body slams and high impact brutality, this mat match is incredibly methodical, sensual, every hold milking their muscled bodies for every ounce of agony and sweat. The pace quickens and then slows like two lovers delighting in one another’s bodies as they hurtle headlong toward inevitable climax. They compete for domination, true, but the hungry lust they share keeps sneaking to the surface, a hard won submission followed by a slow, sexy, muscle worshipping schoolboy pin.

This is heading in one, and only one direction!

This is one of those matches that it occurs to me about halfway through that my suspense is not for who will “win” (though these two are surprisingly evenly matched in strength and mat skill). But it’s incredibly suspenseful, nonetheless, because I’m waiting in breathless anticipation for when their lust will overcome their ability to keep wrestling. They draw out the foreplay like yogi masters, nearly making me hate them before then end, but all is forgiven when one of them squeezes out the final victory with a fistful of testicles and the two sweat soaked, beautiful, incredibly sexy battlers go at nothing but sucking face and stroking bodies. This is one of the most erotic homoerotic wrestling matches I’ve seen in a long time, and Kid Karisma has me locked up nice and tight as undeniably and fanatically adoring him more than all others these days.

My new Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month AND newly crowned reigning Favorite Homoerotic Wrestler: Kid Karisma.

In a field of extremely stiff (and bulging) competition, Kid Karisma held my attention with a vice grip. He’s delivering something that I just don’t think anyone else in the business is serving these days, turning the heat way, way up and turning me into an unabashed fanatic for the karismatic one.

Thursday Thighs

The weather is turning chilly here, so sightings of bare thighs are getting harder to come by. Happily, there are homoerotic wrestling archives showing off both the sexiest thighs engaged in their sexiest purpose: homoerotic wrestling.  I hope these blogger choice pics warm you up as effectively as they do me!

The sexiest thighs are for face-to-crotch head scissors – BG East’s Wrestler Spotlight: Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!)

The sexiest thighs are for snapping arms – Can-Am’s Wrestler for Hire.







The sexiest thighs are for (more) crotch-to-face head scissors. BG East’s Gazebo Grapplers 3.


The sexiest thighs are for crushing skulls – BG East’s Wrestle Shack 17.

The sexiest thighs are for milking a trapped-in-the-ropes standing head scissors – BG East’s Hunkbash 14.

The sexiest thighs are for showing off – BG East’s Bad Dog.

The sexiest thighs are for worshipping – Can-Am’s Muscle Match.

The sexiest thighs are for comparing whose are bigger – BG East’s Wrestler Spotlight: Aryx Quinn.

By the Numbers

I feel like I’m just about to lose my shit in anticipation of BG East’s release of catalog 100. 100 catalogs packed with some of the sexiest, most iconic moments in homoerotic wrestling history!? You’ve got to expect that reaching the centennial mark will mean something big. The Arena preview pics so far are dizzyingly hot. Just check out Joe’s assessment of just one of the matches from the upcoming Fantasymen 35. This match features perpetual top tier fantasyman Kid Karisma getting his hands all over unbelievably pretty newbie, Kip Sorrell,, and in Joe’s words, “Karisma does a genius job of showing off Sorell’s fine points while breaking the picture-perfect physique down for spare parts.” Prepare yourself to be dazzled before you click over to Joe’s, though.  Sweet Gaia, the vascularity on Kip (who is, I predict, an immediate frontrunner for both babyface and rookie of the year awards) is blowing my mind! So far the boys at BG East have released preview shots for 4 new collections (Fantasymen 35, Matmen 24, Undagear 20, and Wrestlefest 3), but a typical catalog could have as many as 2 or 3 more products, so I’m holding my breath for what more mind/wad-blowing treasure they may still unveil for the 100th (what is that, like, the platinum-plated-gold anniversary?) Since I’m obsessing about this anyway, I thought I’d take time today to handicap one of the matches that’s previewed in the Arena and already haunting my dreams, Undagear 20’s yet-to-be-released match pitting Jake Jenkins against Marco Carlow.

Jake Jenkins: 5’7″, 155 lbs

Marco Carlow: 5’6″, 170 lbs

The tale of the tape is already compelling. Jake consistently weighs in at 155 lbs on his 5’7″ frame. Marco is an inch shorter and weighed in 15 pounds heavier in his one released BG East match. In other words, beautiful little muscle stud Jake is faced with, potentially, his biggest (pound-per-inch) competitor so far in his BG East tenure. Taking a look at Marco’s pics, it’s hard to ignore that the boy has slabs of beef hanging off of his ridiculously conditioned frame. I’d be willing to make a side bet that his right upper arm is measurably thicker than Jake’s neck (but I won’t pay up unless I’m the one holding the measuring tape to them!). In a side-by-side, the lusciously beautiful, proven powerful Jake Jenkins is instantly giving away serious advantage to the unquestionably superior size and, almost certainly, strength of muscle man Marco. On a scale of 0 to 10, with 0 being “absolutely impossible” and 10 being “a complete certainty,” I give the likelihood that Marco will repeatedly outmuscle Jake (tests-of-strength, powering out of full nelsons, squeezing submissions out of rib crushing bearhugs) at an 8.

Marco nearly tamed muscle beast Dev Michaels in Motel Madness 11.

Experience, on the other hand, is an entirely different story. Marco Carlow has exactly one prior appearance in a BG East release, in which he faced the muscle beast Dev Michaels in a New Orleans motel room for Motel Madness 11. Marco made a surprisingly good showing, as far as I was concerned, despite a good deal of flat-footedness, lack of speed, and limited repertoire. In this case, he was giving away 30 pounds to the mountain of muscle Michaels, and still Marco successfully put the hurt on the giant and quite nearly secured the final fall submission.

Marco got buried beneath raging bull Dev!

However impressive was Marco’s rookie debut, however, being flat-footed, slow, and technically limited in wrestling skill does not bode well for facing Jake Jenkins. Jake has wrestled 9 times for BG East and 12 times for Rock Hard Wrestling. Match descriptions indicate that Jake is both a highly accomplished amateur wrestler as well as a novice MMA boy, and he’s certainly taken to the special demands of homoerotic wrestling like white on rice. At RHW, Jake tends to be more of a bad ass than he is at BG East, where he generally wrestles clean, at least starts out amiable, and has a healthy (but not overinflated) sense of his extensive assets, especially on the mats.

Jake breaks Christian Taylor in half in Wet ‘n’ Wild 6

The heaviest opponent Jake has faced at BGE was Christian Taylor in Wet ‘n’ Wild 6, but that seems a poor comparison to judge his promise against the likes of Marco Carlow. Christian’s 175 lbs are stretched across 6’2″ of height, which averages out to about 2.36 pounds per inch of height. In other words, Christian is one stunningly beautiful, long, tall drink of water, but he’s no muscle man. Inch-for-pound, although over half a foot shorter, Jake was almost exactly the same proportionally (2.35 pounds per inch), and with a boatload more mat experience, it’s not surprisingly he tied the tallboy into knots and left him whimpering in a pile. Rating the likelihood that Jake will spin his nearly naked, sweat-lubricated body all over a stunned Marco and lock the muscle boy up tight repeatedly like a twist-tie, I give it another 8 out of 10. The likelihood that Marco will be knocked on his ass when he pushes amiable Jake one step too far: 9 out of 10. The likelihood that Marco will, like half of Jake’s opponents before him, comment on Jake’s ferocious intensity that makes pit bulls cower: 4 out of 10.The likelihood that Marco squashes Jake and gets out without suffering multiple, expertly administered, joint-snapping submission holds that Marco’s never even heard of, much less suffered in: 1 out of 10.

Sweat-soaked buddy Austin Cooper proved too much for “little” Jake to handle!

Perhaps a more realistic comp would be to look at a couple other of Jake’s opponents who, although technically not as heavy as Christian, are closer to the weight/power ratio of Marco. First, Jake’s long-time tag partner Austin Cooper faced Jake in their simultaneous BGE debut in Ripped Rookie’s 1. Austin’s weight-height ratio is 2.39 pounds per inch of height, which makes for a pretty noticeable size advantage over little Jake (4/100ths in this case is not a negligible difference).  Also, the two are pretty damn equally matched in mat experience, and they’ve wrestled each other and together as a tag team multiple times, essentially zeroing out any experience advantage. Against equal experience and a not-insignificant size disadvantage, how did Jake do? It was incredibly competitive (as in, please bottle those gallons of sweat, because I’m buying!), but slowly, but surely, goldenboy Austin absolutely owned Jake’s lovely ass! I believe Ripped Rookies was filmed in the very same mat room as Jake’s match with Marco Carlow, and in both matches, the boys start in singlets and end in jock straps. So if Jake’s performance against the dominating power of Coop is any measure, he could be in for a world of hurt against Marco whose weight-height ratio is a jaw-dropping 2.58 pounds per inch of height. I put the likelihood that Jake is hoisted off his feet and completely at Marco’s mercy at one point or another at around a 7 out of 10.

Kid Karisma owned “monkey boy’s” smoking hot ass!

One other comp I think needs to be addressed, and that’s Jake’s ring match against 165 pound Kid Karisma in Hunkbash 12. Kid K’s weight-height ratio is, before now, the most dominating that Jake has faced, with a 2.42 pounds per inch of height measured. Again, Kid K has a boatload more experience than Marco Carlow, and for my tastes, Kid Karisma is never more dangerous than he is in the ring, which is arguably Jake’s weakest genre. So how did Jake, 2012’s top babyface, do against 2012’s best ass winner? Holy fuck, it was a massacre! Karisma trounced the babyface before Jake even left the locker room! JJ battled back to claim one submission, but that was his one bright spot in an unremitting train wreck of a match for poor Jake. Kid K destroys him, tying his spine in knots around the ring post, crushing his face into the apron, trampling, pounding, squeezing, and delectably dominating Jake into yet another quivering pool of sweat and humiliation. So again, although he’s been highly competitive and dominant even, against boys his size, including extremely pedigreed mat wrestlers and MMA fighters, when Jake’s been faced with serious muscle boys not even close to Marco’s concentrated muscle mass, he’s gone down brutally hard. The likelihood that still-green muscle man Marco will enjoy serious riding time on Jake’s ass, bullying the babyface and rendering Jake’s hot bod a limp rag at various points in this match: 6 out of 10.  The likelihood he’ll make Jake cry: 4 out of 10. The likelihood he’ll make Jake beg like a bitch for mercy: 3 out of 10.

A few more numbers that I’m estimating based on nothing more than my personal tastes and adoring study of countless hours of homoerotic wrestling (remember, 0 means “absolutely impossible” and 10 means “a complete certainty”):

Likelihood that either of these boys loose their jockstraps: 2.

Likelihood that they both lose their jock straps: 1 (I’m an eternal optimist).

Likelihood that we catch a glimpse of either of their balls spilling out of their jockstraps: 4.

Likelihood that we catch a glimpse of either of their assholes: 6.

Likelihood that I decide before this match is over that I’d tap Jake’s ass over Marco’s: 3.

Likelihood that Marco’s mountainous pecs get clawed: 7 (though that doesn’t seem to be Jake’s style).

Likelihood that Jake gets stretched over Marco’s knee and spanked like a naughty boy: 3.

Likelihood that Marco shoves Jake’s face in his crotch and makes him smell his sweaty crotch: 3.

Likelihood that both boys give a bare-assed muscle posing session towering over top of their prone opponent: 10 (because the Arena documents both!).

Likelihood that Jake takes the final fall: 8.

Likelihood that one of these boys claims my homoerotic wrestler of the month title off this match: 3.

Likelihood that have to push pause and clean up a bit within the first 5 minutes: 6.

Likelihood I’ll be obsessing about catalog 100 all day long: 10.

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Back Again

Chace LaChance is mesmerized by the feel of Braden’s Charron awesomely muscled back in BG East’s Summer Sizzler bonus match.

Those who connected with me on FB are aware that I’ve been traveling “abroad” for the past couple of weeks, which accounts for my complete absence from posting new material here at neverland. My time away was excellent, full of both rest and rejuvenation, but I have to admit, I missed home. Good news is, however, that I’m back!

Kevin Crowes illustrated back is a stunning work of art, and his erotic wrestling certainly stunned wrestling pornboy veteran Rusty Stevens in Can-Am’s Pro Sex Fight 4

I have some match reviews to post in the next couple of weeks, along with a final installment of my virtual pilgrimage to BG East’s south campus, and there will be, as always, more random thoughts and musings that are the meat the potatoes of neverland.

That’s one incredibly big, sexy back in Thunder’s Arena’s Bearhug Challenge 9.

Those into homoerotic wrestling fiction can also look forward to some more stories from Alex at our sidelineland site, as well as a new feature from me there that was a special request from a smokin’ hot wrestler and friend of this blog. So much wrestling eroticism to talk about, pick apart, put back together and, as always, being ecstatically inspired by!

Oiled, exhausted, incredibly beautiful backs wait for the final score in Naked Kombat’s June 19th battle between Landon Conrad and Alex Adams.

Damn, it’s good to be back.

Dev Michael’s gladiator back bulges beautifully as he breaks apart Austin Cooper piece by piece in BG East’s Hunkbash 14.

A Dish Best Served Cold

Tyrell’s handsome face smiles sinisterly as he drags
Z-Man by his perfectly coiffed hair to the ring.

I’ve just started to spend some quality time with Wrestle Revenge, the new release from BG East starring a truly astounding threesome of Z-Man, Tyrell Tomsen, and Dev Michaels.  It’s one story that extends across two match-ups. I love a through-story, so I’m thrilled at the overall narrative. Z-Man is up to his old tricks, trying to ice off his next opponent, Tyrell, by making him wait for Z to complete his pre-match grooming ritual in the bathroom. Whatever effect Z-Man expected his mind games to have, they do nothing other than send Tyrell into a fiercely dangerous rage. Z doesn’t get two inches through the bathroom door before he’s been punched, trampled, face-to-crotch head scissored to submission, and then dragged to the ring by his oh-so pretty head of hair.

Tyrell nearly picks Z-Man off his feet by nothing but his balls!

I count Tyrell among my guilty pleasures. “Guilty,” because he’s got more enthusiasm than he has actual skill in selling a homoerotic wrestling romp. It’s not his wrestling that I really find fault with. He hits his marks and looks nothing short of superheroic every step of the way. But his cocky banter sort of wanders, a little non-sensical and not quite always contributing to pushing the story forward. His dialogue often comes across a little forced to me. Like he knows he’s supposed to be snarling and verbally humiliating, but it’s a skill he hasn’t really mastered yet. However, he’s nothing short of a “pleasure” because when he’s in the shape he’s in for Wrestle Revenge, he’s just about the most beautiful thing on the planet! He repeatedly calls Z-Man “pretty boy,” which is completely on the mark. Z-Man’s mind-blowing fitness and silky smooth, rippled body makes my mouth and eyes water, he’s so over the top pretty. But for me (and I’m not trying to speak for anyone else), standing next to Tyrell, Z-Man fades into the background (I know, some Z fans are already furiously typing rebuttals). Tyrell reminds me of the bodies that I coveted as a teenager as I obsessed over every bulge and crevice of the bodybuilders in the magazines I secretly hoarded. His fluorescent yellow underwear/trunks accentuate his fantastic, hard, round ass and the outline of the head of his cock and huge balls dangle in his pouch hypnotically. His massive shoulders, his huge, veiny arms, his astonishingly separated pecs, his washboard abs, his smooth, powerful, lickable thighs… Good God this man is a stunning specimen of the very best of what turns me on and attracts me most in a hard bodied hunk. And his puppy dog eyes just make me melt.

Z-Man rises to the occasion to make muscle stud Tyrell suffer in a gorgeous
piece of homoerotic wrestling sculpture.

As Z-Man has proven every step of his journey through BG East, although ridiculously pretty and groomed within an inch of his life, he’s not a fucker to be underestimated! He makes big, gorgeous Tyrell pay with sweat and tears for turning his back on Z-Man. If anything can make me tear my eyes away from Tyrell’s magnetic ass, it’s the amazing pairing of both of these wrestler’s packages displayed so revealingly in their gear. Maybe we’ve seen the precise sketch of Z’s cock outlined so perfectly in these trunks before, but it’s a revelation to me. When his package isn’t getting clawed and bashed by Tyrell, it’s bouncing and swinging like a piñata (which explains Tyrell’s reaction to it). When Zack bridges high in an aesthetically perfect leg lock and double arm bar combo indicative of the best that BG East is bringing out of him, his perky cock looks like a flag pole planted at the summit of a truly stunningly muscled physique.

Tyrell shoves every inch of his beautiful body in
Z-Man’s humiliated face.

But there’s just nothing quite so climactic for me as seeing Z-Man at Tyrell’s mercy, his face stuck humiliatingly between his opponent’s luscious legs and the head of Tyrell’s cock pointing like an arrow at Z’s lips. Yes, yes, yes, yes… YES!

Dev defends Z-Man’s honor and decides he needs a bite
of that dish called revenge!

When I can gather myself to push play on the second match, I’m thrilled (THRILLED) to discover that Dev Michaels is seriously pissed off at the nasty bashing Tyrell dished out all over Z-Man’s playgirl body.  I’d heard the rumor that it was Z that brought Dev with him to BG East, and it certainly seems like big, bruiser, hairy chested Dev takes Z-Man’s pounding personally. The back story that beardaddy Dev feels compelled to take it upon himself to exact revenge for smooth, devastatingly prettypretty Z is a fantastically hot, erotic backstory! Fresh off his bagging and tagging poor Z-Man, however, Tyrell is unrepentant and feeling invincible.  He talks every inch as big a game as he did when he was smothering Z-Man’s face between his thighs. Big, nasty Dev, however, is not Z-Man.

Dev ties muscle stud Tyrell up in exquisite knots.

Here’s the “revenge” in this two act play. There’s almost no one I’d rather watch pick apart and exploit Tyrell’s perfectly muscled physique than Dev. Dev inspires big beardaddy fantasies I, quite honestly, didn’t even know I had. But no doubt about it: I have them, and they star Dev’s monster quads, unbelievably huge hairy pecs, and the buckets of sweat that Dev wrings out of his own body when he’s working really really hard (which as far as I can tell is ALWAYS)!

Tyrell tastes humiliation.

Dev manages to dish out the most humiliating punishment that comes straight out of Tyrell’s playbook in his victory over Dev’s boytoy buddy Z.  While personally I think having my face smashed into Dev’s sweaty crotch and my head squeezed until I scream would be a ride I’d pay double for, Tyrell doesn’t seem to enjoy the experience nearly as much.

Dev works every inch of Tyrell’s sculpted body.

As I’ve mentioned when commenting (often) on Joshua Goodman’s package (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!), when you’ve got the heft that Tyrell has swinging between his thighs, you might want to be careful about taking a wrestling match to the level of cock abuse. For the repeated, nasty, often completely unnecessary fixation Tyrell had on punishing Z’s dangling baubles, beardaddy Dev uses those massive paws of his to dig in deep and claw the fuck out of Tyrell in a truly gorgeous work of art that technically would be called a single leg crab, but trust me, that does not begin to describe the exquisite sculpture that this is. Sweat streams off of Dev’s brow. The veins in his arms flair to the surface as he flexes. His hairy body is glistening as he sits mercilessly down across Tyrell’s impossibly narrow lower back. And the black adonis has nowhere to go but down!

Dev OWNS muscle stud Tyrell!

Again, I feel the need to say that this DVD does not contain the height of consistently and technically thrilling pro wrestling. It’s not bad, mind you, but when I’ve got a serious case of wrestle lust that only hot slamming, beautifully told pro/fantasy homoerotic wrestling can deliver, this may or may not satisfy that itch every time. But for three perfectly cast fantasy bodies telling a hot, homoerotic through-story and hitting some sweet marks and showing off each other’s world class bodies and sending my imagination exploding like fireworks as I marvel at the true wonders that are their beautifully, perfectly, uniquely sculpted fantasy physiques, I’ll but delighted to indulge in my guilty pleasures over and over again.

What’s Been Unsaid

After nearly about a month and a half, I can finally spit out the metallic taste of blood from my mouth! When I made my pilgrimage to BG East in August, I was treated to the privilege of seeing photos from all of the catalog 89 new releases. It was a profound thrill, like being told that I, and I alone, could open all of my Christmas presents a week early. But then I couldn’t talk about it! I couldn’t write about it! I couldn’t obsess on the pages of this blog about each and every tantalizing, confidential morsel from catalog 89 that made my mouth water. I’ve been biting my tongue non-stop since August 5th, and I’m overjoyed that BG East has released catalog 89 for purchase. Let the obsessive reviewing begin (and the healing of my bitten tongue)!!!

I’m just hitting a few highlights for today, because there’s just too much that I’ve had bottled up that I’ve got to say about so many of the new releases. So in addition to nearly making want to cry to see Mitch Colby barefoot in the ring in Florida Fights 3, I’ve been aching to comment on match #1 from that same DVD. Hell and damnation! Kirby Stone can WEAR a pair of skintight shiny pink trunks! That ass has most certainly caught my attention!
Pretty much precisely the same thing has to be said about Cain McDonald in his appearance (taking fall #1!!!) against Mikey Vee. The legs and ass on this grappler make me gasp! That face looks just about too juvenile to feel entirely guilt-free about, but that lower body is 100% guilt-free adult male entertainment.
Next up on the comments burning a whole in my belly: Dev Michaels looks like a fucking monster in the ring against slender, unclassically but undeniably handsome newbie, Lucky Loko. Man alive the two of them make for an astonishingly arousing picture! The fact that Lucky didn’t run screaming from the building on sight of Dev makes him a hot commodity in my book.
And speaking of monsters in the ring (I’ve been DYING to use that line!), has it escaped anyone’s attention that Attila Dynasty appears to be smuggling major meat in his trunks in his scissor fest against Trent Blaze?!!! If the summer Olympics have taught me anything, they’ve taught me that gymnasts are sexy as hell, and the pics of Attila’s acrobatics in the ring have caught me completely off guard. I had no idea from his debut to expect either all that Attila can accomplish without his feet on the ground, or the massive ballast in the pouch of those powder blues (I’m heading back to Backyard Brawls 7 right now for another look).
Next up, it simply must be said that the sight of Z-Man clawing Skrapper’s chest and swinging for the rafters makes me just about ready to pop right here and now. If I know Skrapper, however, Z-Man better not count him out a moment too soon!
And I’ve been anticipating the hating for a while, but I call it like I see it. And as much as the sight of Rio Garza’s body getting worked over (and that face crushed between his opponent’s legs) is like icing on the cake, the pics of Jimmy Gee’s slabs of beef that are his muscled ass has got the be the most delicious main course in this match for me.
I’ve also been aching to say that it’s about time for another installment of Wrestle Worship. I love this concept. I need more of this concept. And newbies Magnus and Surge appear to dish up an extraordinary amount of eroticism with delightful proportions of both wrestling and body worship. Does anyone else wonder if Magnus requires his own zip code? And speaking of numbers, does anyone have Surge’s telephone #!?
Again, I’ve been dying to celebrate the return of ripped, rock hard Tyrell Tomsen. I can’t think of a better opponent to pick apart a bodybuilder adonis than the likes of sexy-assed veteran Patrick Donovan.

And finally, Mr. Joshua, Patrick, barefoot, in the ring, with Patrick’s testicles getting crushed in Mr. J’s fist… You’ll have to excuse me now. I need to rehydrate after writing those words. I’m sure you’ll be hearing much, much more from me about all of this in the future.

Bard’s Pilgrim Way – Post Script

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My time at the BG East compound will go down as my favorite afternoon playing hooky from work… ever. I enjoyed several hours hanging out with Kid Leopard and the boys who came and went.  In fact, I heard more than I’m allowed to tell you about. I was sworn to secrecy about much of what I heard, and when I promise Kid Leopard, Kid Vicious, and Jonny Firestorm that I won’t talk, damn well better believe my lips are sealed (though it might be worth it to be punished by any/all of them!).
If these guys swore you to secrecy, what would you do?
However, there are a couple of scoops that I was expressly given permission to divulge. One scoop is already out of the bag, really. The next catalog is just about ready to be released. Since there are already some preview pics up in the Arena for two DVDs, this won’t be earth shattering news for many. I did have an opportunity to look at preview photos for all of the matches for the upcoming catalog, and all I can say (under pain of a three-way beating), is that it’s an incredibly hot line up!
One of my perennial favorites Mitch Colby climbs back in the ring,
pitting muscle against muscle in soon-to-be released Florida Fights 3.
Muscle beast Dev Michaels digs deep in his ring debut
against long-haired rookie, lightweight Lucky(!?) Loko – BG East Catch Weight 4.
The second scoop I was expressly given permission to divulge is perhaps more satisfying: we’ve not seen the last of Brad Rochelle! Yes, I was promised that the saga of Brad Rochelle’s “Contract” with BG East has continued to unfold on camera, and we will see what has become of the babyface-turned-heel in due time.  I got no hints as to how things shook out for Brad. No idea if he’s made peace and joined the pantheon of BG East’s undisputed bad boys, or if the Boss managed to give Brad just enough rope to finally hang himself with it. But Brad’s fans can get their hearts a-pumpin’ with the assurance that they’ll see and hear more from the jobber-turned-heel hunk who so many of us have followed with a singular, fanatical passion for the past 18 years!
We haven’t seen the last of Brad!