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Friday Fashion

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Flavio wore it best.

I believe last week’s Friday Fashion poll was the closest yet! Several times that I checked in on the voting, it was a dead heat between hot ginger hunk Steven Ponce and bronzed fitness model Flavio. But Flavio poured on the heat in the last 24 hours to pull out 54% of the vote and determine, conclusively, that he wore those insanely tight baby blue trunks best!

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Flavio’s massive muscles abuse those trunks about as brutally as he abuses lightweight Lorenzo Lowe!

This week, we have two long-time infatuations here at neverland going head-to-head, or, more precisely, trunk-to-trunk.  The first 3-time homoerotic wrestler of the month around these parts, Eli Black, showed up for his first match at BG East wearing adorkable white briefs with an ominous comic-book “POW!” screen printed across his gorgeous ass. Talk about POW! The beating Eli took from Morgan Cruise was more a mugging than a match. Little wonder Eli retired those trunks, but none other than long-time overall favorite homoerotic wrestler around here (and only recently deposed) Lon Dumont showed up in Tag Team Torture 15 wearing the very same trunks, with that very same “POW!” printed across his bodybuilder sculpted glutes.  I’m infatuations with both Eli and Lon are well-documented, despite them representing starkly contrasting wrestling styles, personas, and physiques. But the question isn’t which of the two do I like best.  The question is which of the two wore IT best?  Check them out and vote below.

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Eli didn’t know just what was about to hit him in his Gut Bash 9 BG East debut, but all eyes were on that astounding ass of his, nestled snugly in those white trunks. He wore the hell out of them, but did he wear them best?
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Lon Dumont dug up a newbie to partner with in Tag Team 15, but I think he’d of had his babyface opponent’s reading the writing on his ass singlehandedly if need be. Lon’s outing in those same “POW!” trunks was significantly more successful than Eli’s, but the issue isn’t their win-loss record. The issue is who wore it best?

 

Wednesday’s Woes

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Sure, “hump day” has a nice ring to it, but I know I’m not alone in enjoying taking time out in the middle of the week to appreciate the fine art that is a Tree of Woe. The ToW portrays such vulnerability, such anticipation, capturing so much back story and foreshadowing impending doom on the horizon…. just like most Wednesdays in my life.  Here are a few choice ToW’s to put the torture of Wednesday into homoerotic wrestling perspective.

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New Pro Wrestling’s hunky Viper gets hung out to dry in a ToW in Irish Lads of the Ring 4.
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BG East’s Cole Cassidy digs that elbow deep into the throbbing, massive bulge of sweaty, suffering stud Derek Da Silva in Cole’s Wrestler Spotlight.
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Cocky goldenboy Austin Cooper strings lean fighting machine Eli Black up and uses him as a punching bag at Rock Hard Wrestling.
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Austin seems to have a taste for making an opponent suffer in a ToW, because he does it yet again to bodybuilder beauty Lucas (aptly named) Payne at Rock Hard Wrestling.
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But Austin learns that Karma’s a bitch when new hardbodied hottie Trent Novak dishes out a heaping helping of what Austin’s been serving to everyone else at Rock Hard Wrestling.
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Ken Mason learns what’s worse than being stuck between a rock (Kid Leopard) and a hard place (Kid Vicious): being stuck there in a ToW in BG East’s Tag Team Torture 1.
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BG East’s Kid Vicious has absolutely everything singlehandedly in hand when it comes to exploiting the vulnerable muscles of Jeff Jordan in a ToW in Demolition 2.
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Rio Garza forcibly puts the breaks on the vicious heel tactics of Jobe Zander with an unapologetic crotch crushing ToW in Can-Am’s Rio’s Revenge.
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Perhaps the very definition of a babyface beatdown, BG East’s Joe Mazetti kicks the crap out of an achingly young and beautiful Brad Rochelle in Hunkbash 6.
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Did a Tree of Woe ever turn out so right as when painfully pretty Troy Baker defied the law and snapped those golden thighs around the head of The Sheriff in BG East’s Ringwars 8?!

Thursday Thighs

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While a massive slice of beef hanging like drapes on the thick, tree trunk thighs of hot homoerotic wrestlers is guaranteed to drive me insane, it’s not just massive telephone poles for legs that stroke me hard. This edition of Thursday thighs highlights that often it’s not how big they are, but what you do with them that makes wrestling legs so damn sexy!

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Attila Dynasty’s thighs are lean, but packed with breathtaking power!
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Eli Black is another slice of 0% bodyfat fight stud, but what his legs may lack in girth, the make up for in nearly popping the heads off of opponents.
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Classic kisser Sean Patrick was long, lanky even, but always knew exactly what to do with those sexy thighs (and mouth).
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Christian Taylor is a tall drink of water on a hot day, but nobody gets out without a whimper of agony once he snaps those scissors shut.
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Ethan Andrews has been packing on some luscious muscle lately, but even without bodybuilder thighs, he milks such sublime suffering out of a trapped opponent.
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Flash in the pan but seared in my lustful memory, Kaya Rydell had the look of someone who could and should own a homoerotic wrestling wring as relentlessly and he owned muscle boys with those crushing, downright skinny (and not a shade less than insanely sexy) thighs.
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Kid Leopard demonstrates what years of dance training do when translated to the homoerotic wrestling mat (i.e., drive me insane with desire!).

Wednesday’s Woes

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I’m entirely on board with the erotic power of a tree of woe. The ToW is an example of how some homoerotic wrestling gems simply require a professional wrestling ring.  Hang a hammered hunk upside down in the corner, his knees draped over the top ropes and his feet locked in place beneath the cable connecting the turnbuckle to the post, and there’s all sorts of a hot wrestling gold that’s suddenly ripe for picking. It’s a maneuver that signals total control over a mastered man. The subject of woe is laid out so vulnerably, his body not just on display, but trussed up beautifully for easy access to innovative methods of torture.  There’s a little crossover here between bondage kink and wrestling kink, with enough of both to show due respect to all parties involved, as far as I’m concerned.  In honor of those of you who harbor a special place in your hearts and crotches for an agonizing, dominating, body manipulating tree of woe (and I hear from you often), this post is for you.  Here are 10 ideas for what to do with an opponent once you’ve trapped him in a tree of woe.

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Climb on top, knee crushing his balls, and celebrate like Brooklyn Bodywrecker.
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When finding yourself out-boxed, hang the fucker upside down and peel off his gloves to make this all about homoerotic wrestling, like Brodie Fisher.
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Grab a dumbbell and bash your opponent’s six-pack abs, like Eli Black.
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Duck outside the ring and wrench the trapped fucker’s head backward, like Cameron Matthews.
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Stop on his flowing locks and dare the muscleboy to squirm, like Ethan Andrews.
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Stand outside the ring and threaten to rip his arms out at the shoulder, like Alex Waters.
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Make sure his trunks are hooked on the turnbuckle and slipping off, then land a soaring drop kick to the helpless stud’s gut, like Jonny Firestorm.
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Sit on his face, like the Brooklyn Bodywrecker.
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Pause and appreciate the view – and feel – like Jarret Cole.
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That’s right, a Tree of Woe/Bearhug/Headscissors combination, nice and snug in the crushing embrace of Cole Cassidy!

Monday, Monday…

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Mr. Joshua Goodman in such anguish he’s momentarily forgotten about his immense self-satisfaction with the massive muscle in the front of his trunks.

 

I woke up this morning and my first conscious thought was, what the fuck did I do to deserve this?  I mean, seriously, what the fuck just happened here?! I was coasting along on such an awesome weekend, feeling no worries, and then suddenly it hits me. It’s Monday morning, and I’ve got so much shit to do!  With the dawn of a new work week knocking me way back on my heels, I’m feeling a little spiritual commiseration with these fine specimens of homoerotic wrestling angst pictured here, captured in the moment of trying to shake the cobwebs from their rattled brains and take mental stock of just how fucked up they feel after being manhandled by an opponent.

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Eli Black puts palm to face in disbelieving horror at the humiliation this usually devastating young hunk has just suffered!
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Rusty Stevens hurts too much to pry open his eyelids as he checks the root cause of his agony.

 

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Thiago Diaz tries to see through the stars circling his head, attempting to piece together the sequence of events that put this stunning muscle stud flat on his gorgeous back.

 

 

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Sweaty, sexy Derek Da Silva hangs from the ropes, struggling to decide whether to scream, weep, or vomit from the vicious assault on his gut.
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Tyler Reeves’ eyes are open, but the shocked agony gripping his hot body still has him blinded as the slack-jawed, hardbodied hunk attempts to take up the slack in his jaw.

 

Freshly Inked

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I think it’s been a while since I mused over my infatuation with tattooed wrestlers.  It’s true that my own ink likely biases me toward my appreciation of illustrated hunks, but then again, my appreciation of illustrated hunks definitely influenced my own body art choices.  Not everyone looks good inked.  Definitely not all ink looks good, as far as I’m concerned.  But there are many tattooed wrestlers who instantly own my allegiance when the step onto the mat or into the ring, in large part because they’ve got incredibly sexy ink that I crave to see wrapped up all over their suffering opponent.
Here’s some of my choice pics from the recent crops of new release homoerotic wrestling products, featuring ink that grabs my attention and makes me pull for one hardbodied hottie over the other based in large part on the artistry they embody even before they sculpt their bodies into that most provocative aesthetic form: homoerotic wrestling.
Illustrated Eli: BG East’s Mat Hunks 9
Okay, I love me some Cameron Matthews.  His attitude, his wit, his relatively recently redefined incredibly conditioned physique, that ASS(!!!)… it’s hard not to find myself wanting to identify with the babyface brawler turned muscle daddy for a heel bid.  But fuck!  Eli Black works his magic in my shorts once again in Mat Hunks 9, solidly holding my gaze and making me acknowledge he’s my boy in this match, and I have to think it’s his ever growing collection of tattoos. 
Kevin Crowes’ crows: Can-Am’s Pro Sex Fight 4
A relatively recent release in what I think is Can-Am’s best genre contribution to homoerotic wrestling pits epically long-time favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy of mine, Rusty Stevens, against almost painfully beautiful pretty boy, Kevin Crowes in Pro Sex Fight 4.  I have a documented record years-long that proves that there’s almost nobody to compete with Rusty Stevens in delighting, entrancing and infatuating me, starting well before he lays a finger on an opponent.  And Rusty’s got some sweet ink, albeit he could use some touch ups, if you ask me.  But Kevin Crowes’ combination of imminently fuckable classically proportioned beauty along with his bold, massive, gorgeous ink does what perhaps only one man before has been able to do: hold my attention and settle my ass securely and convincingly in the opposite corner from Rusty Stevens.
Paul Hudson’s tatted bicep makes Lon Dumont just a little less pretty.

Lon Dumont’s skin is smooth, clear and entirely absent of foreign pigment.  It’s not the art tatted onto Lon’s body that has propelled him into the top echelons of my favorite homoerotic wrestlers, but the incredible beauty of his competition physique paired with a smart, vicious persona and high quality pro wrestling execution.  What could make me root against my reigning favorite!?  I think it’s two things, really.  One, there’s something deeply stirring watching a whittled to an anatomy chart physique star go slack over and over in a knock outs match, and (more to the point of this post), his opponent Paul Hudson surprises me by smacking me firmly into the Hudson camp with his bulging trunks and upper arm ink.  Lon’s face slack and smashed into the black band inked across Paul’s right bicep is simply gorgeous.

Illustrated MJ rides Attila’s ass

The 3rd match in Mat Hunks 9 catches me by surprise by how compelled I am by it.  Attila Dynasty (and in particular, his ass) has long been an infatuation of mine.  But MJ Vergara is visually astonishing the moment he walks into the BG East mat room and shoves Attila stumbling ahead of him.  The mohawked muscle man is amazingly built, veins popping, muscles bulging, 25 inch waist (my guess, I haven’t measure him myself… but I’d be very happy to).  His bold, beautiful tattoo stretched across the whole of his left pec and massive deltoid and trapezius muscles is simply beautiful! Attila is such a smart ass, such a cocky, swaggering, proven-dangerous son of a bitch, of course, and there are plenty of matches in which that character is exactly the one I can’t wait to watch work up a head of sadistic steam all over his crushed opponent’s body.  Not this time, however.  Fuck, I’m all on board with compact muscle stud MJ going ape shit all over Attila’s fine, fine ass, and I’m thinking that he’s got me sucked in to identifying with his plans for bully revenge thanks in large part to that gorgeous ink that absolutely swallows up Attila whole.

Beauty and power you just have to touch.

Chace LaChance and Braden Charron in BG East’s Summer Sizzler’s bonus are both in the best shape I’ve ever seen either of them, and sporting more ink than I think we’ve ever seen on either phenomenal muscle men.  All of that inked muscle wrapped around each other, squeezing, stretching, and flexing is breathtaking.  Who to root for when both stunning physique stars are in the best condition and most extensive ink ever?  It’s a toss up for me, but I’m not complaining.  There’s no way this can miss!

 Big Sexy’s big, sexy ink on display.

Less surprising is Thunder’s Arena’s Big Sexy owning my lustful allegiance in Battle Space 45.  If there’s a “total package” in homoerotic wrestling these days (by the way I estimate packages, at least), Big Sexy probably has the best claim.  He’s smart and funny, highly skilled on the mats, handsome as hell, beautifully built, one of the most fuckable asses on the planet, and all of that beautiful artwork!  Both an artist and a work of art, I’m entirely a Big Sexy fanatic when he steps onto the mats with the entirely tattooless muscles of a muscle star, Muscles.

Oiled ink on ridiculously hot Landon Conrad.
Naked Kombat’s newest release makes me gasp.  Even if Landon Conrad didn’t have a few, modest tats  on that insanely hot muscle bod, he’d definitely be my man in his match against amazingly hot, yet somehow unavoidably diminished in comparison, Alex Law.  However, ridiculously handsome muscle hunk Landon does, indeed, have tats that drive home the point that this porn gladiator is suddenly my #1 Naked Kombat kombatant in any match for the foreseeable future.
Specimen illustrates total domination.

Thunder’s Arena has long been the place for the battles of the big men, and Battle Space 46 is a prime example.  Looking for everything like Superman’s alternate universe arch enemy Bizzaro, bad boy and mighty meat head Vinny was never going to be my man after the tiff he dusted up around his “gay taunt” earlier in his Thunder’s career.  But then again, with beautiful, branded beef like Specimen is serving up, it wasn’t like Vinny had a chance anyway.  Beat his ass, make him cry, and give him an up-close examination of every tat, Specimen!

My final tat shout out is for another a BG East newcomer, bad ass Vic Madone.  Vic is a perfect example of the difference between still frame homoerotic wrestling images and homoerotic wrestling in action.  In still frame, this gorgeous stud is GORGEOUS!  I mean, crystal blue eyes to swim in.  A face  that should be hocking ultra-expensive men’s cologne. A lickable body that appears to be the perfect intersection of form and function.  Even with all of those very, very nice tats, I could picture still-frame Vic easily donning a tuxedo and walking a red carpet (and then climbing into a wrestling ring for a rip-n-strip extravaganza).  But when I watched his debut match on Mat Hunks 9, there was nothing “pretty” about Vic.  He mumbles non-stop, and I’d pay money for a translator, because I’m sure that incessant trash talk is sexy as shit.  But Vic is an object of my lust like Michael Imperioli is in the Sopranos.  He’s rough, mean as hell, machismo oozing out of his pours, and absolutely BRUTAL!  Personally, I’m likely to root for anyone going up against Ray Naylor simply because I’m dying to see someone seriously ride that epic ass of his.  But Vic is honestly phenomenal in this match, slowly warming me up from an initial tingling in my crotch to a full-on raging fever over the course of the first 5 minutes.  I pity anyone who faces this hot, inked hunk, but I fully expect that if anyone does, you can count on me standing right behind Vic in anticipation of him doing serious damage.

So ink seems to be adding up to my allegiance lately.  Of course, just because I’m rooting for one wrestler to win doesn’t mean I don’t thoroughly enjoy being surprised, having my boy bested, watching the power I’m invested and identified with tamed and conquered.  But tattooed muscles wrapping up and locking down an outmatched opponent is a particular brand of hot for me.

Don’t forget, you’re buying the popcorn!

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Eli Black faces Cameron Matthews in BG East’s Mat Hunks 9
I haven’t thought of Eli Black as a flirt before.  A sexy, dangerous, vicious grappling machine, yes.  A flirt?  No.  But BG East, in their wisdom, brought out some awesome new sides of my first (and so far only) 3-time homoerotic wrestler of the month by pairing him with one of the most engaging, flirtatious, wittiest grapplers on anyone and everyone’s payroll, Cameron Matthews, in new release Mat Hunks 9.

An ass-lovers feast for the eyes!

First let me just get the most obvious out of the way and say connoisseurs of fine, athletic, aesthetic wrestling asses will be in heaven.  Cameron was barely edged out of the title of best ass of 2013, and no one, including Eli Black, has failed to notice that Eli’s lean, lean, lean rump is simply phenomenal.  In many ways, this is a study in contrasts, with Cameron’s meaty, round bubble butt juxtaposed next to Eli’s anatomy chart muscle glutes.  On the surface, this just begins to describe the apparent contrasts in this bout.  Cameron is much better known for his extensive indy pro wrestling credentials, compared with Eli’s high performing amateur wrestling and cage fighting MMA resume.  Cameron is a champion smart-ass, slapping down both trash talk and flirtatious double entendre in an intoxicating mixture that no one I’ve ever seen before can quite duplicate.  Eli, on the other hand, seems to approach his matches with a more upright, straightforward mental approach, testing himself and his opponent until he finally finds 5th gear and goes ape shit all over whatever slice of beef gets trapped in his arsenal of holds.  I can’t remember Cameron ever failing to speak directly to the homoeroticism of his wrestling, while I can’t remember if I’ve ever seen Eli name the homoerotic tension in his work out loud.

Cameron brings out something new in Eli
That’s the last time I can write those words, because well before these two mat hunks get their hands on one another, Eli has more than risen to the occasion of Cameron’s flirtation-laced psych-up/out pre-match trash talk.  As they snarl back and forth at one another about talk being cheap and whether it was worth Cameron’s wait for tardy Eli to show up, Eli smirks, “I can more than pay for something!”  Like a lightening strike, Cameron makes his move to knock Eli on his heels with a pick-up line. “Good! You’d be a pretty good date, you know?”  Lesser men have been caught flat-footed in the line of fire of Cameron’s double entendre offense, but Eli just cracks the slightest smile and tosses it right back in his face. “Don’t forget, you’re buying the popcorn.”  
Voluntarily and forcibly compromised positions abound
In a different context, this could be a train wreck about to happen.  If either one of these beauties uttered the phrase, “No homo,” I swear I’d have turned off the DVD player in an instant.  But not only do they not back down or apologize, the sexual tension and double entendre grow more explicitly peppered throughout some incredibly beautiful mat wrestling.  Eli offers to start the second fall with Cameron in his guard, meaning all of the sudden Eli drops to his back, lifts his knees, and invites the indy pro veteran to climb on board.  “I don’t know if I know you that well!” Cameron protests half-heartedly, his gaze lingering at his opponent’s waiting crotch.  It’s only about 2 seconds of apparent indecision, but holy shit, I think somebody just out-eroticized Cameron Matthews!  A smart-ass retort, either verbal or physical, isn’t on the tip of Cameron’s tongue.  He has to think about it, ever so briefly.  Oh my god, Eli Black just out-flirted Cameron Matthews!
Saddle up!
It’s a rare, possibly unique moment to see in a Cameron Matthews match: he’s ever so briefly the one caught flat footed by an overtly homoerotic offense.  Again, the wrestling action that ensues is intense, powerful, and incredibly gorgeous.  But not long after Cameron brings the pinfalls back to even, it’s the indy pro veteran who grabs the bull by the balls, so to speak, and ratchets up the sexual tension much, much more than I’ve ever seen in an Eli Black match.  Dropping to his hands and knees and shaking that stunningly hot bubble butt, Cameron muses that Eli looks like a man who likes to be on top, so he’ll offer to start the next fall in referee’s position.  “Saddle up!” Cameron chuckles, spreading his legs and arching his back just a bit.  It’s Eli’s turn to raise his eyebrows and have to think for a second.  And perhaps we find the edge of the envelope, as far as Eli can go.  Rather than hold the erotic tension, he finally just shakes his head and marvels at the technical mistake Cameron is making by starting the fall off in such a vulnerable position for someone as skilled and proven-dangerous as Eli is.  The upright, straight-spined Eli kicks it into high gear, as the flurry of holds and counters gets nastier, more vicious, and stretches both boys to their limits.

Eli wrings the sweat out of Cameron’s gorgeous muscles
Bodies and experience like these two bring to the mat guarantees that this is astonishingly entertaining wrestling.  While I love, love, love the smart, whip-cracking homoerotic banter, and I’m always a fan of the explicitly homoerotic side of homoerotic wrestling, when push comes to shove, it’s wrestling that tops me off.  And the wrestling in this match is a delight, with notorious sweat-stud Cameron glistening starting at about the halfway point.  There are wrestling products in the universe that leave me unconvinced that either pain or hard work were actually involved as the suspension of doubt wears thin for me, but this is the opposite of one of those matches.  I buy every second, as big, beautiful egos and powerful bodies pound and crush and rip and wrench each other with such force that it hurts just a little to even watch.
Cameron teaches the new kid a little humility (just a little).
The explicit storyline is that Cameron is here to teach relative newbie Eli a lesson in humility.  So much love, so much attention has been heaped on Eli, and not just by me!  It’s been, what, a year and a half since the stud puppy first climbed into the Rock Hard Wrestling ring and introduced the homoerotic wrestling world to the fatal mistake of underestimating the damage this brutally lean gladiator can inflict?  A year and a half, and he’s been my homoerotic wrestler of the month 3 times, mentioned in 24 posts (this makes 25) here at neverland and elsewhere interviewed and broadly admired.  Which perhaps puts Cameron’s initial response to me when he won my homoerotic wrestler of the month title into perspective.  “It’s about time,” he said simply.
Flirtatious banter and play turn joint-cracking serious

Their match in Mat Hunks 9 is a barnburner to the very end.  The power moves and muscle-against-muscle holds stubbornly persist until the very last moment of this match, when one truly astonished hunk takes a bruising blow to his ego by being forced to utter the final and decisive 3rd-in-a-row submission.  This is extremely high quality mat wrestling, entertaining glimpses into both the intellectual and kinetic smarts of both boys, and chart-topping sexy, sexy, sexy viewing.

TMI

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As a lover of expressive language, I tend to hold contempt for text-talk (smh), but this tidbit I recently ran across leaves me with nothing to say except for “TMI.”  It was the headline “MMA fighter sues sex shop over burnt penis” that sucked me in, along with an arousing photo of said MMA fighter, Michael Waylon Lowe.

Michael Waylon Lowe: 32 y/o, 5’7″, 145 lbs., 14-4
So the gist of this story as best I can tell from reading it multiple times on different sites (because it’s a little unbelievable and hilariously/tragically salacious) is that this hard-bodied fight machine was playing the part of the hard-bodied sex machine with his fiance’ (who has no penis, sadly), when during an intermission, his cock began to burn and swell up to alarming proportions.
Just let me be clear.  This sounds like serious shit.  There’s a bit of tongue in cheek to a lot of the online coverage of Lowe’s lawsuit (I mean, his cock swelled to alarming proportions during sex… please), but if even half of his injuries are real, he deserves a healthy dose of sympathy and some serious respect for publicizing these details in his bid for a monetary settlement for his pain and suffering.
But there’s just something too provocative about the alluring concoction of details that compose this story.  Juxtapose a ripped, handsome MMA fighter and the details of his application of sex gel and my one-track mind leaves behind the potential merits of Michael Waylon Lowe’s claims against Kama Sutra Pleasure Balm Prolonging Gel.  Instead, I’m helplessly left to imagine what a far, far better world it would be if MMA competition always involved “pleasure balm” (not the kind that leaves you permanently scarred and dysfunctional, though).
I like the intensity of MMA competition.  I don’t watch it often, but when I do, I’m stoked hard and breathless right quick.  There’s a powerful eroticism to the element of danger, of two ripped, conditioned, highly trained combatants using their bodies to hammer, choke, or rip each other apart.  It’s an element that I miss when homoerotic wrestling is too playful, silly, or slapstick.  I like stakes, tension, and competitive aggression.
Lorenzo Lowe (no known relation to Michael Waylon Lowe) gets tortured by MMA fighter Eli Black
Davie Lowe (no known relation to Michael Waylon Lowe or Lorenzo Lowe) suffers in oil beneath the muscles of Terry Reed.
I also like explicitly homoerotic content, with two wrestlers above-the-table turned on by one another.  I think the sweet spot for me typically resides when these two elements (competitive intensity and explicit homoeroticism) are perfectly balanced.  If the intensity and competitive spirit are lacking, the hottest bodies in the most explicitly erotic circumstances can sort me out, but they don’t hit me where I really live.  And as I said, I don’t often watch MMA for the same reason (along with frequent homophobic ventures of prominent MMA personalities).  All physical aggression and combat can sort me out, but I’m typically providing some erotic backstory in my own imagination to connect all the dots that truly entertain me.
Hope you’re back to full function soon, Mr. Lowe
Back to Mr. Lowe’s burnt and disfigured penis, though.  Fuck, that sucks.  If you’ve had similar results from using Kama Sutra Pleasure Balm Prolonging Gel, let us know.  Play safe, fight hard, and keep fucking!

Summertime and the Livin’ Is Easy

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Like fresh picked berries and crotch watching at the beach, BG East’s Summer Sizzler’s releases have become a seasonal treat for me.  I’m a little dizzy from the initial overdose I just subjected myself to, scoping out the preview pics that are part of catalog 99.1, just released.

Boyfriend jobbers Skip and Christian make me think it’s not all bad getting crushed by Morgan Cruise.

Making my eyes water the hardest are the initial shots of Tag Team Torture 16: Boyfriend Beatdown, featuring the combo I’ve been bitching and moaning in anticipation of for years.  Skip Vance and his  real life boyfriend (and former HWOTM) Christian Taylor climb into the ring together for a 2-on-1 battle against heel-risen Morgan Cruise.  Holy shit, this looks insanely hot.  This looks like it’s heading in all the right directions, and I’m a little breathless in anticipation.

Chace LaChance and Braden Charron are RIPPED! 

Speaking of breathless, shocking me just a little are the preview pics of the “Bonus Match” (for ordering all of the Summer Sizzlers) featuring Braden Charron and Chace LaChance both appearing to have physically peaked for the season at precisely the same moment that they climbed into the ring together.  I may have seen Braden this ripped… possibly, but holy hell, I have never seen Chace as put together as this. Fuck. Me. Please.

Who’s Got Whom? Eli Black or Cameron Matthews? 

Mat Hunks 9 is a stand-alone compilation that delivers a pretty perfect 8-pack selection of thirst-quenching hunks such as I’m not sure I’ve seen all on one DVD before.  3-time HWOTM Eli Black looks like he’s got his hands full with former HWOTM Cameron Matthews.  This is a fascinating pairing, I think, and Cameron’s showmanship combined with Eli’s intensity seems like a formula for either disaster or perfection.  I’m voting for perfection.

Rafe Sanchez takes the ride of MY life!

And speaking of perfection, former HWOTM and former and long-running overall favorite homoerotic wrestler of mine, Mitch Colby, snaps those tanned, rock hard thighs around the smooth, sexy head of long, long running infatuation of mine (though never a HWOTM), Rafe Sanchez (mmmmmmmm… Rafe).  These two have appeared in some of the over the top sexiest wrestling I’ve ever enjoyed, so combined, I’m feeling dehydrated just thinking about it.  And I’m not even going to mention the perfection of asses featured in the other two matches on Mat Hunks 9… yet.

Hot, hard muscles turned to jelly.
I will mention that my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler (non-pornboy) Lon Dumont is also out in a new product, Knock Outs 2 , appearing back in the day when his head was smoother than Rafe Sanchez’.  The match promises both Lon and his opponent, veteran pro Paul Hudson, get sleepered repeatedly, and the image of lovely, powerful Lon so vulnerable, out cold, is giving me hot flashes!
Mr. Joshua had better watch his back (I’ll keep an eye on his front for him)

Finally, Ring Hunks 1 (how is this only the first of that title!?) throws former overall favorite homoerotic wrestler Mr. Joshua’s massive package headlong into the dangerous machinations of former HWOTM and recent interviewee here, Aryx Quinn.  If anyone can unleash the beast, surely it’s diabolical Aryx!   Right?!  Please!?

Another who’s got whom from Summer Sizzlers: Wrestle Shack 17… my money is on Dylon Robert’s thighs.

So these releases technically fall in the month of May, but there’s no way I can assess them in time for tomorrow’s crowning of a new HWOTM, so they’re officially delayed to join the June releases.  In the mean time, pass me a protein drink.  I’m going in….

Love Putting on a Show!

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First 3-time winner of my homoerotic wrestler of the month title: Eli Black

There’s at least one person who was entirely unsurprised by my choice of Eli Black as the first 3-peat homoerotic wrestler of the month here at neverland: Eli Black.  In response to my post announcing his ascendancy to the HWOTM title for the record third time, I received this private message from him:

“And your… three time… HWOTM… Eli Black!!!!!!!!!!! All I can say is it’s about damn time, and trust me, I’m damn sure there is a lot more to come. I’m going to be the unbreakable record holder of championships!!!!! Because this is my world, and it’s what I do. Yins lucky to live in it and witness my glory!”

“… witness my glory!”

Eli’s supreme self-confidence doesn’t stoke everyone’s fire the way it does mine, but I’m completely sold on his laser-beam focused intensity and ferocity.  Oh, and his ass is astonishingly hot.  And his abs are fucking granite.  I replied to Eli:

“You’ve clearly convinced me (and Diego Diaz!)! Not like I need to tell you this, but the praise for your work is very well deserved. You are definitely the stud to beat!”

Eli convinces big Diego Diaz that he’s more than man enough for a “big man’s fight”

While you may not care for Eli’s style, you shouldn’t mistake his absolute certainty in his destiny as contempt.  He’s devastatingly brutal on the mat, in the ring, and in the cage, true.  He sports the conditioning of a stark raving, possibly diagnosable physique fanatic, sure.  But he also loves the drama, the suspense, and the spectacle.  He replied back to me:

“Thanks man. Love putting on a show!”

And perhaps that, more than anything, is what earned Eli his record 3 HWOTM titles (all in less than 12 months time, no less!).  He’s a showman as much as he’s an athlete, as much as he’s a badass, as much as he’s a fighter.  And he loves it.  And on the scene just over a year, he’s been a great addition and a high impact player in the world of homoerotic wrestling.

Keep ’em coming, Eli!  I’ve learned not to bet on the other guy!

“Love putting on a show!”