Tag: Sean Chen

It’s Mutual

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Everybody is somebody’s crush, right? The longer I live and the longer I write about homoerotic wrestling, the more I’m convinced of this. Whoever you are, whatever you’re into, whatever insecurities you carry around about yourself, someone thinks your fucking hot. Sometimes, the attraction might be unilateral. Like, maybe, somebody is way into you, but you aren’t into them. Which is nobody’s fault, and doesn’t have to be a a thing as long as no one needs to make it a thing. Ideally, the attraction is mutual, of course. I think I was raised to think that there are two types: attractive people and unattractive people. But I honestly just don’t believe that at all now. Attraction is subjective and serendipitous. It’s firing all the time, and, while true, sometimes we’re so fixated on one object of lust that we don’t notice who’s fixated on us, there’s an inexplicable alchemy perpetually brewing about who’s into whom.

For example, on the one hand, Dio Characi was openly in lust with Ricky Clayton’s gorgeous muscles in Muscle Worship 1. The attraction was, apparently, not mutual. Ricky was totally infatuated solely with himself, which, honestly, I sort of get. I met this guy at Wrestlefest NYC this year, and holy fuck, the guy is a fucking specimen! But Dio was way into Ricky’s smoking hot bod, and bless him, Dio didn’t bother playing coy about it. And that imbalance, the contrast between Dio’s open lust and Ricky’s oblivious self-obsession is super rich and sexy drama.

In Wrestleshack 36, Dio is in the shack working out, working up a sexy sheen of sweat by himself, when Sean Chen strolls in, instantly eye fucking Dio like a starving man sighting steak (or, in my case, sauteed seitan). “I heard from the guys that you know jiu-jitsu,” Sean says. “You want to show me what you can do?” That, right there, is Sean shooting his shot. It’s a fucking adorably clumsy pick-up line that Dio sees through pretty much immediately. The Brazilian It-Boy sizes sexy Sean up like trying to decide whether to try a tasty appetizer. “You’re not strong, though your body looks like it’s well-built,” Dio announces, a couple of seconds after he’s scored an immediate take down and is riding his admirer in a grapevine. Dio strokes Sean appraisingly, that sexy as fuck, impish smile on his making me swoon. And speaking of swoon, Dio gropes Sean’s meaty pecs and sizes up his admirer’s swelling pouch and announces, “Nice bulge.”

Fuck yes, the attraction is mutual! The chemistry here is just totally different than the vibe when Dio was lusting after Ricky’s muscles. Dio and Sean are into each other, and I fucking love this conquer-and-possess dynamic! It’s a lopsided battle, to be sure. Dio is just bigger, stronger, and demonstrates a lot more in terms of grappling skill. But this is Dio hungry. So, while he’s choking Sean out, he’s also sucking on the boy’s nipples. He makes Sean lick his sweaty pits and biceps, though, honestly, it doesn’t take a ton of coercion. In the past, BGE has gotten a ton of mileage out of Dio jobbing, but I’m officially on the record as saying Dio hungry, dominating, and mean is the sexiest Dio of all, as far as I’m concerned.

This isn’t exactly a squash, though. Sean is a scrappy wrestler who, despite Dio’s earlier taunt, is fucking strong and determined. He takes advantage of the lust that Dio has been telegraphing for Sean’s massive, meaty pecs and makes the Brazilian dizzy with a super-intimate side-headlock cradle. Honestly, I think Dio forgets to fight back, which gives Sean the opening to rip Dio’s trunks off. And talk about swoon, Dio getting dominated in a white thong might be the second sexiest Dio of all.

But turnabout is fair play… or is “all is fair in love and war” a better idiom? Because Dio starts flexing his biceps, putting on a show for Sean, and it’s Sean’s turn to forget that this is a wrestling match. Sweet fuck, Sean dives into sucking Dio’s gorgeous face like Greg Louganis nailing a reverse two-and-a-half somersault pike. Dio feeds the hungry beast by massaging Sean’s ass, shoving his tongue down the boy’s throat, absolutely going for broke seducing the adorable little spitfire muscle boy. And suddenly, Sean’s got a Brazilian hunk on his back, completely at Dio’s mercy in a rear naked choke.

“Flex for me,” Dio demands. He doesn’t have to tell Sean twice. Fuck, just the voice control Dio has over his slack jawed admirer is a fucking kick. He sits on Sean’s face sliding forward and backward, grinding on Sean’s gasping mouth, and it’s not exactly like Sean’s hating every moment of it. He demands that Sean worship him, and he manhandles the hungry boy from one submission hold to the next to demand obedience.

Just by themselves, these two pairs of gorgeous pecs make both of these boys absolute fantasymen. And the grind for domination is about as intoxicating for me as it looks like it is for both Dio and Sean. Dio absolutely does it for Sean, and, as it turns out, conquering and possessing stubborn Sean does it for Dio. And I, in turn, am completely seduced by the both of them mixing this combustible chemistry set for our pleasure.

Accidental Comeback

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I feel like I see Austin Cooper everywhere. So, seeing him star in the BG East Comeback series (have I mentioned how THRILLED I am this is a series now?) was a head-tilt moment for me. Not that he wasn’t missed, but his presence is just so fucking huge in wrestling-for-gay-eyes that it feels like he’s just always been there and always will be. Which, of course, isn’t the case. I remember catching sight of him for the first time at Rock Hard Wrestling 14 years ago. Then, when about a year later he and his buddy Jake Jenkins double-debuted at BGE against one another in Ripped Rookies 1, Austin just seemed to become an immediate fixture. He’s wrestled across pretty much every platform I’ve tracked in the intervening years. His footprint on the industry is just fucking huge. He’s gotta be one of the most recorded homoerotic wrestlers ever, right? Maybe that’s just me being obsessed about him.

He’s clearly stepped away for a couple of beats, at least, though, because this is not the same old Coop showing up in the BG East Gazebo for The Comeback 4. BG East says he’s 175 pounds, just 10 pounds heavier than what he was listed when his was a ripped rookie back in that day. He looks bigger than that to me, by a lot. He’s a total muscle beast now. Like, even when he used to heel viciously, he was indisputably pretty. Now, pretty just doesn’t cut it. He looks like those significantly thicker muscles have got their own gravitational pull. He’s so fucking big, in the right way. Like, he’s got a muscle belly now, abs when flexing, and solid-as-fuck muscle gut when he’s not. I throw around the metaphor “tree trunk thighs” too often, I realize, but no shit… like Douglas Firs. I feel a little sorry for hunky little Sean Chen when this new iteration of Coop steps into the Gazebo. Sean’s a beefy kid himself, with juicy hot pecs, but fuck… Coop just looks like an avalanche about to crash down on him.

The story is pretty hilarious-turned brutal. Sean’s supposedly a total newbie. Coop sounds suspiciously un-Coop-like when he offers to go easy on the new kid, teach him a few things, ease him into the scene like only someone with the unprecedented credentials of Austin Cooper can do. And, no shit, it has a friendly vibe to it at the start. Sean’s fucking solid enough to sort of hold his ground, but Coop’s got the speed, agility, and move set of a seasoned veteran. Coop brings the kid along, clearly letting Sean try out some holds, plays catch and release with this new kid, just a little warm up of Coop’s new muscle beast bod, I suppose. Clearly, if push comes to shove, Coop is going to roll all over adorable Sean, but it’s just a friendly training session, right?

Then “accidents” start happening. Coop is charging in to snag Sean into those gargantuan arms of his when the kid sort of stumbles out of the way at the last second, sending Coop face-first into the gazebo post. Coop’s a bit suspicious that the newbie did it on purpose, but gives him a pass. A couple of minutes later when Coop clearly is letting Sean see what he can do with the veteran in a rear naked choke, Sean accidentally slams a heel into Coop’s balls. Coop’s more suspicious now, gives him a very reluctant pass this time as Sean’s falling over himself to apologize. Then from a standing position, Coop swoops in with that decisive speed of his and sweeps one of Sean’s legs out from underneath the kid. Sean’s other leg flails as he’s going down, and that foot slams solidly into Coop’s balls. Again. Hard. The veteran’s jaw is just dangling there, as he chokes on the shocked pain. And plucky little Sean just shrugs and says to no one, “Fuck it. Whatever! I’ll just use these accidents to my advantage!”

And with that, this shit gets real, fast. Hunky Sean has the audacity to schoolboy Coop (Austin Cooper!), balls resting on Austin’s bearded chin. The kid literally does push-ups with his crotch grinding into the veteran’s face. And fuck, Sean’s enjoying himself! There could totally be a little baby heel lurking inside those big beefy pecs on the kid.

I hope it was worth it, because an even bigger Austin Cooper opens up a can of whoop ass on the rookie that’s classic-Coop, dialed up to 11. Any doubts I had that Coop mellowed on sabbatical are quickly put to rest. “Five accidents!?” Coop spits. He isn’t buying the rookie’s pleading contrition anymore. He absolutely manhandles hunky little Sean. The plummeting OTK, flung down across Coop’s thigh looks like it will absolutely require chiropractic intervention, if not surgery. He doesn’t give the “accidental rookie” a break, throwing him down and instantly lifting the kid’s beefy legs by the ankles. A savage knee to the balls makes Sean bounce and writhe in horror. “That was an accident,” Coop snarls insincerely, “just so you know.”

Great to make hunky Sean’s acquaintance in his BG East debut, and hope to see more of him and those meaty pecs. We may all owe Sean a debt of gratitude, because if there was any chance Austin Cooper might have mellowed with age, that he might be a gentler, giant-er muscle beast upon his return to wrestle in front of the camera, Sean’s clumsy (or calculated?) accidents most definitely relighted the fire in Coop. It’s Austin Cooper every bit as talented, with every last hold and maneuver, all that lightning fast speed and his boiling, contemptuous rage ready to spill over, just bigger, badder, and even more unstoppable than before!