Olympic Spirit Newsbreak

Gold medalist wrestling gymnast, Great Britain’s Louis Smith

The final rounds of my homoerotic wrestling fantasy from the Olympics are still to come, but for today let’s recap the standings and review some related news.  First, the medal count as it stands today:

German team wrestling gymnasts are still gloating over their smoking hot gold medal performance.
Italian Fabio Scozzoli owns 1/2 of the gold medal for tag team wrestling swimmers.

Tied for the lead are the hometown boys, Great Britain, sharing the top spot with the Germans.  Since it’s my imagination, I can award half-golds to Italy and Brazil, because I tossed Fabio and Marcelo into the ring together despite being from different countries. It’s my imagination, after all.

Gold medal wrestling swimmer, Michael Phelps, showers off after owning punk ass Ryan Lochte!

Yesterday was also a gold medal day for neverland.  QueerMeNow included the Olympic Spirit series in their list of the softcore pornification of the Olympics (woo-hoo!).  Thanks largely to that upstanding referral source, this blog had more than 4,700 hits yesterday! Thanks, QMN for introducing homoerotic wrestling kink to more of the main stream gays.

German cyclist Robert Forstemann is looking for more hunks to crush with his monster quads after winning wrestling gold.

The Olympic Spirit series has generated a lot of positive feedback. Thanks for that! I was just discussing with another author how the default with homoerotic wrestling writing (and other writing, for all I know) is no feedback, good or bad, which is hard not to interpret as bad.  I assure you that a little praise goes a long way, especially with my woefully weak ego strength!

This is Henrik Rummel not excited… just imagine…

In addition to the excitement of our very own homoerotic wrestling Olympics, some of the Olympians have been making mainstream news for all the right reasons. Take this extremely entertaining tid bit (or should I say, tid monster) from the rowing mens-4 podium, in which American Henrik Rummel has been seen (over, and over, and over again thanks to YouTube), packing a spare oar in the front of his skin tight trunks.  Hilariously, Henrik (who seems to have an extremely hot sense of humor), has publicly assured the world of two key facts: 1) he didn’t stuff his trunks AND 2) that’s not an erection. The boy assures us that he’s just that fucking big even when flaccid. Rock on, Henrik! If I’d known the tools you bring with you, there’s a good chance you’d have been a semi-finalist in my homoerotic wrestling imagination!

Danell Leyva consoles himself after losing the gymnastics wrestling gold medal by publishing pics of his world class physique.

Further news that has delighted me is seeing American gymnast Daniel Leyva  everywhere on the net and in most instances shirtless.  It seems that Danell gets his kicks by sending pics of himself naked/nearly so to people (okay, reportedly he sends them to women… whatever) that he doesn’t know.  Call me Brenda and put me in your cue, Danell!  An over-the-shoulder mirror shot of your naked ass could easily earn you a rematch with Louis Smith!

Matthew Mitcham enjoys taking an intimate shot at/with Danell.

Clearly, you and I aren’t the only gay men with a crush on (or a desire to crush and/or be crushed by) exhibitionist hunk Danell.  The only openly gay male athlete competing in London (if you don’t count equestrians… which I don’t… someone can convince me that equestrians are athletes if I see evidence of their athletic bodies naked), Australian diver Matthew Mitcham seems to have been very pleased to cuddle close with Danell for a pic in the Olympic village.  Mattie tweeted this shot with the status “Boom! Just bumped into Danell Leyva in the dining hall!”  Keep booming and bumping, Mattie!  Somehow, I’m guessing Matthew would like me to forward the ass shot that Danell texts me.

Out, sculpted, powerful, flexible… Matthew Mitcham is an instant contender for gold.

Speaking of Matthew Mitcham, I’ve had a couple of requests for specific divers to show up in an all-divers homoerotic wrestling fantasy round robin.  Initially, I’ve resisted this because I’m helplessly writing more and more detail with each competition, and diving just wasn’t in my top tier of sports to feature.  But between ogling Matthew and having a reader strongly recommend a close up feature of Troy Dumais’ massive package, I’m working them into circulation.  When it comes to homoerotic anything, however, I’m just putting the field on notice: it doesn’t require much imagination at all to figure that adorable Mattie is inherently world class.

American hunk and Greco Roman wrestler Ellis Coleman (r) makes Matt Lauer beg.

The final news in this wrap up is a fluff piece (so to speak) from this morning’s Today Show.  Newboy hunk Matt Lauer and weatherman Al Roker have made quite a schtick out of having Olympic athletes demonstrate their expertise at the expense of Lauer and Roker’s dignity.  Today, the Today Show boys hit the mats to learn about Greco-Roman wrestling (yes, my homoerotic wrestling radar just alarmed!).  This spot introduced me to one of the most adorable faces I’ve seen in London, American wrestler Ellis Coleman and his heart-melting dimples.  The schtick plays stripper music as Coleman and his heavyweight teammate peel out of their warm-ups and adjust their junk in their skin-tight singlets.  Ellis is paired up with Lauer to show him some moves.

Matt Lauer a few years back, showing off a hairy, hunky beach bod.

Lauer asks why Ellis is known as “the flying squirrel,” and in response, without a word, the world class wrestler leaps over the newsboy’s back, slides down to his feet, hooks his arms around Lauer’s waist and hoists him off his feet in an inverted reverse bearhug, looking for everything like he’s inches away from piledriving the anchor.  Lauer screams like… a… bitch, begging for Ellis to let him down.  Holy fuck!  Ellis’ rocking, lean body is every inch matched by a fantastic pro-ready personality.  Near the end of the bit, he effortlessly hoists Lauer off his feet and drapes the newsboy across his shoulders. When Lauer doesn’t seem to be feeling it enough, the Olympic hottie bounces up and down and yanks down on the big anchor’s trapped body until Lauer is, yet again, begging in humiliation for Ellis to let him go.  A newsboy and an Olympian wrestling fantasy?!  This piece has “Bard” written all over it!

Gorgeously handsome Ellis surrounds himself with shirtless hotness.

The piece also immediately propels adorable Greco Roman wrestling hunk Ellis into the lead to compete in a homoerotic wrestling wrestler fantasy in the near future.  It took just about 30 seconds of screen time to convince me that Ellis is ready for the big time. I haven’t yet scoped out his competition, but I have to think a wink and a flash of those dimples could make the difference between gold and also-ran in my homoerotic wrestling imagination.  Look for more from gorgeous Ellis soon.

Ellis grabs the homoerotic wrestling world’s attention!

The Olympic Spirit

Another quadrennium has passed, and it’s time to ogle the world class physiques of the young and gorgeous athletes who have descended upon the seat of hormones and sexual tension that is the 30th (that’s XXX!) games of the modern Olympics.  The concentration of fitness and hotness is nearly too much to handle at one sitting. As per the particular bent of this blog, of course, we’ll concentrate on the boys who inspire homoerotic wrestling fantasies in my mind.  To start with, you might guess we’d go directly to the wrestlers, but I’ll save them. Bigger hype around the U.S. by far is for dueling coverboys Michael Phelps and Ryan Lochte. You can’t take a piss at a checkout stand without hitting one of them in the chiseled abs (try it!). 

The morning “news” reports it as an epic competition of sportsmanly friends, the only question remaining being who will come in #1 and who will come in #2. Other competitors? Apparently non-existent. Other swimming events than the head-to-heads these two will race? Irrelevant.
Michael’s game face is fierce!
I’m hardly a competitive swimming expert, so I have nothing to back up a critique of this fixation on Phelps and Lochte. And speaking of fixation, fuck! The bodies on these two Olympians are entrancing! 27 year old Michael is an incredibly long torsoed 6’4″ and 185 lbs.   Also at 27 years young, Ryan packs on a little more muscle, at the same 185 lbs but only 6’2″ tall. Stay Puft at Inner Jobber has already started the conversation about what sort of pro wrestler Ryan Lochte would be. My contribution was to suggest that rather than strictly a jobber, a baby face hero, or a heel, he might be simply a douchebag.
Douchebag? Perhaps. Hot as hell? Definitely!
An obvious homoerotic wrestling fantasy is having these two hyped beyond belief young hunks climb into the pro wrestling ring in the skimpiest of speedos to punish each other’s world class bodies until somebody screams out a weeping submission… naked.  Lochte seems to have the momentum of popular attention on his side, but I’m picturing Michael stripping this tanned stud of his speedo and then using it first to aid in choking the punk out in a hot camel clutch finisher, and then wrapping the trunks around Ryan’s neck and dragging his flailing muscle body across the ring before tying him to the ropes and making him suck Michael’s Olympic cock. Gold medal: Phelps.
Micheal screams, “Suck this!”
But really. Anyone could see that scenario through! A Michael v Ryan homoerotic wrestling match seems so… obvious. I think the real drama is the team match-up that happens after singles competition is over. Michael tags up with his tamed teammate to face the really pissed off world class competition who are sick as shit of all the camera flashes pointing at the two of them.  Maybe Michael and Ryan are the shit when it comes to the pool, but I’m seeing some serious beef who just might have other plans in mind for the two pretty boys in the ring.
Team: Coverboys
There are two impromptu teams that I’m proposing for a 3-way tag team mash up in which the world opens up a can of humiliating whoop ass on the Coverboys, Michael and Ryan.  First up, let me introduce you to team Young Guns. Hailing first from South Africa, climbing into the ring at 6′ even and 190 pounds soaking wet: 24 year old Cameron Van Der Burgh.
South African muscle man Cameron Van der Burgh
Cameron may not have the height of Michael or Ryan, but his pride and joy are clearly his biceps. Damn, the boy can’t stop flexing those gorgeous guns!  Muscle stud Cameron has plans to lock those puppies around Michael’s boulder shoulders from behind and lace his fingers together behind the albatross’ neck, back his way into a corner, and climb the turnbuckle in order to shake 6’4″ Mr. Invincible in a neck-wrenching suspended full nelson. Take a look at those guns again and just picture Michael screaming and flailing with those monsters locked on like a vice!
Cameron cannot stop himself from flexing those monsters!
Cameron’s Young Guns tag team partner is 21 year old Australian James “The Missile” Magnussen.
Australian swimming god: James “The Missile” Magnussen
So sure, I could’ve made that nickname up as an ideal homoerotic wrestling handle, but I didn’t need to. James was already dubbed “The Missile” long ago. He can look down his nose at even Michael from his 6’5″ height, and he’s shredded like cabbage at 190 pounds of long, lean, aesthetically ideal muscle. And like all of the field of world class swimming hunks, including Cameron, James likes to flex his blazing guns in victory.
James’ is carrying not-so-concealed weapons of dominating destruction
Ryan Lochte a heart throb? The Missile has plans to pile drive Ryan into semi-oblivion, parade the coverboy from turnbuckle to turnbuckle for a series of septum busting face smashes, and then schoolboy pin the punk and explode his missile all over Ryan’s ruined face… well-before pounding out a 3-count pin or submission.
The Missile is ready to explode!
Cameron requires two hands to handle
I wouldn’t give Michael and Ryan a snowball’s chance in hell of making it past the Young Guns of Cameron and James. But unfortunately for them, they’d have a third team of indignant muscle hunks in yet another corner, with eyes for nothing but humiliating the overhyped Americans. Sure, technically all 3 teams are competing against each other, but nobody’s taking their eyes off of the Coverboys until they’re both beaten all to shit, humiliated miserably, counted out or submitted, AND tossed out of the ring. Team #3, the Sexy Beasts, steps into the ring with a score to settle for getting passed over for the beefcake covers of muscle mags in favor of the Coverboys.
Brazilian muscleboy bad ass: Marcelo Chierighini
First to leap into the ring for the Sexy Beasts is 21 year old Brazilian Marcelo Chierighini.  He’s a baby face muscleboy bad ass with an ego nearly as big as his thunderous delts. That wasp-thin waist, the long, lean 6-pack, his kick-sand-in-the-face of some 98-pound weakling sneer… sure he’s only 21, but he’s raging mad that it’s not been his smoldering, classic good looks on the covers of the magazines. 
Sexy Beast #1 is out to fuck somebody up!
When he’s tagged into the action, he’s got his eye on a crotch assault never before witnessed in international competition, backing Ryan into the corner and pounding his package with a flurry of knees, kicks, punches, and a couple of headbutts that will turn handsome Ryan green.
Sexy Beast #2: Italian pec master, Fabio Scozzoli
Marcelo’s fellow Sexy Beast is 23 year old Italian sexpot, Fabio Scozzoli. He’s 6’2″ and 190 pounds, a whole lot of which comes in juicy, olive oiled breast meat.
Fabio is all business.
Fabio is out for nothing less than knocking Michael’s ugly mug out of competition forever, first crippling the veteran with a tendon snapping figure-4 leg lock, followed by smothering the legend by trapping his face deep in the crevice of the Italian stallion’s massive chest.
Young Gun James: Pow, pow!
Young Gun Cameron: Fist pump for kicking the Coverboys to the curb
So Michael and Ryan have nothing to look forward to other than being crushed and crippled, humiliated and humbled by the world class hunks hot on their tails. Once they’ve taken out the trash, however, which team stands alone? Young Guns are determined to be flexing their double barreled assault weapons with their knees planted on the ample chests of the Sexy Beasts. I strongly suspect that there’s a new generation of homoerotic wrestling Olympic swimmer badboys to be reckoned with, however, and if the Sexy Beasts can bend the rules, isolate one of the big boys with strategically vicious double teams, and bring the big men to their knees, then The Missile may be worshipping a Brazilian ballistic and Cameron could easily be on his back and sucking a mouthwatering nipple on a sultry Italian stud draped overtop of him in final victory. Now that would be a gold medal finish for the XXX games!

Sexy Beast Marcelo raises his hands in victory?
Sexy Beast Fabio gives a thumbs up to more modeling contracts.