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!

I’m Devastated… and You Should Be, Too

It’s not right. IT’S NOT RIGHT! I don’t ask so much. Some gorgeous Italian hotness with my morning cup of tea, and I can face my day. But after a couple of weeks of
vile, nasty speculation that George Stephanopoulos is replacing Diane Sawyer at Good Morning America (ahead of also-ran, my morning ray of sunshine, Chris Cuomo), now I get this devastating news: Chris is, indeed, leaving Good Morning America. Perez Hilton reports that it isn’t true, which is almost certain evidence that it is, in fact, true.

As I’ve mentioned, I don’t swear lightly. But, what the fuck. This profanity is a statement rather than a question, because I am resigned and bitter. Chris has twitted the implied confirmation that he’s leaving the show. Rumors still swirl that he may land on the anchorless ship that is 20/20 (airing at 10 pm on Fridays? seriously?). To pour salt in my wound, the corollary rumor is that JuJu Chang will take Chris’ place. I do not want to see JuJu Chang’s shirtless fishing pics.
Up is down. Good is bad. I’m adrift in the fog of confusion and disappointment that makes me question if my morning tea will ever taste as sweet. One thing is for sure: on the day that Chris is no longer playfully teasing his love-struck weatherman on my morning television, that’s the day I return to the Today Show to take solace in the furry chest of Matt Lauer. But it’s just not the same.


As I’ve mentioned, adoring Chris Cuomo is a morning ritual for me. Last Monday, he bragged about catching a 25 pound fish over the weekend. This image from his Twit shows his shirtless moment of glory. Oh my God. Again, I say, Good Morning America, indeed!!!

Tracking news hunks is a hobby of mine. There are the obviously stunning newsboys, like Cuomo, Lauer, Cooper. There are the slightly less exposed objects of lust, like Marciano, & Engel. One of my wild card favorites is Carter Evans, who appears to be on the payroll at CNN, but also does remote coverage of Wall Street for local affiliates. The emphasis on making newsboys into hunks (vice versa, really), is probably bad news for journalism, but fantastic news for shallow gay men like me that tune in for the beefcake. Since we NEVER see enough of these fine looking men, I’ve written a whole wrestling division devoted just to them in my wrestling fiction.