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Accepting Help

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At BG East, Dio Characi has jobbed pretty hard. He always struts in with hot attitude dripping with erotic tension. There’s always a strong hit of just how much Dio gets off on intense wrestling. Like, there’s no doubt in my mind at all he’s totally one of us, not some casual traveler solely here for a paycheck. I always think he looks like he’s enjoying being on offense more than he’s enjoying getting buried under (his WrestleFest 4 match when he’s rolling on Jonny for a while being perhaps the best example). But he definitely suffers beautifully. In fact, his suffering just gets more and more intense and full throttle. I’m still having recurring intrusive daydreams of Dio’s shocked face as Manny Mendez rips him in half in Babyface Bash 3. I noted that Dio snagged runner-up for Top Jobber this last year in the BG East Besties, even, though it was Top Babyface he won for the third year in a row. But there’s something pretty intoxicating about watching this 6-foot, curly-haired Adonis with that boy-next-door innocent baby face getting thrashed on and owned. Still, though, his social media persona and glimpses of his WatchFighters content keep me hungry to see his lip-curling, sneering sadist show up at BGE. The cherub-Adonis getting nasty is an angle I’m here for. And happily for me, that’s who shows up to generously give perennially unlucky lightweight Sunny DeLeon some coaching in Undagear 40.

Sunny ties me up in similar knots as Dio does, frankly. He’s wicked hot, and he regularly leans in to the erotic end of the pool in this effortless and unselfconcious way that I love watching. I know for a fact Sunny’s no traveler here, having enjoyed the rare privilege of being on the mat with him once, then seeing him wrestle live at WrestleFest NYC last year, not to mention his quickly growing catalog of matches at BGE and on Watchfighters. Sunny’s got flashes of badassness that send me places, like the bro-battering domination he gets in on Nathan FX in Undagear 38. But there’s something that speaks to vulnerability about Sunny that keeps upending him in match after match. His coiled, hot body worked over and worn out is just too hot. Those flashes of BJJ fierceness are just too tempting for opponents to skip out on smacking him around and luxuriating in bullying the lightweight hottie. He regularly ends up on the wrong side of the stick, and I totally get why fans keep tuning in for it.

Dio has noticed how much Sunny gets bullied, as well. I suppose it’s in Dio’s babyface DNA to show up and offer to give the lightweight hottie some tips. “I was watching your last match, and I have some stuff to talk to you about,” Dio says, finding Sunny stretching on the mat. “I can show you some moves to make you better. And, as I am more skilled and more practiced, I’m here. What do you think?” I honestly can’t tell if Dio is intentionally being insulting, or if it’s some subtlety lost in translation, as the typically fluent Brazilian heartthrob occasionally stumbles over his English. Sunny, quite clearly, just hears the insult. “Well, I don’t think I need your help,” Sunny claps back indignantly. “I’m doing pretty good on my own!”

While Sunny’s boast is debatable, no shit, he’s doing more than just “pretty good” once this would-be-coaching session breaks out. True, true, Dio scores a lightning quick submission in under 10 seconds with an aggressive arm bar, but Sunny strikes back almost as quickly, submitting Dio with bodyscissors and a shoulder-threatening hammerlock. “I told you, I don’t need your help,” Sunny sneers.

Seriously, though, Sunny is giving away a reported 50-pounds to the mighty Brazilian It-Boy. And Dio doesn’t look like he’s happy to give away a second quick submission to his ripped little lightweight opponent’s revenge arm bar. Did I mention each submission earns the loss of an item of clothing? Oh, yeah, that deserves mentioning, as they are both is down to just jock straps about 5 minutes into this match. And then here’s where Dio kicks it into high gear. Sunny just cannot handle the avalanche of nearly-naked muscle crashing down on him again and again. He spends days at a time trapped between Dio’s thick, hairy legs, that the Brazilian is so appropriately proud of. “Once you’re trapped between my legs, you can never leave!” And, no shit, Sunny twists and writhes and shoves, and gets absolutely nothing but an even bigger sneer of contempt out of Dio in return. Dio wrings more agonized taps out of Sunny, but the Top Babyface is done being generous. “So cute, your suffering,” he taunts as Sunny clenches everything trying to survive the onslaught. “Now, OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AT ME!”

Fuck, Dio starts seriously bullying, and the erotic tension (already high) goes through the roof. Burying Sunny under all that gorgeous muscle, he smothers the overwhelmed lightweight between his legendarily juicy pecs. He can (and does) get taps anytime he wants in the final 15 minutes or so, but taps aren’t what Dio is hungry for. “Suck my nipples,” he demands. When Sunny isn’t enthusiastic enough about it, he barks down, “Use your tongue! Harder!” By the look of bliss washing across Dio’s cherubic face, he gets what he asks for. He chuckles like a comic book villain as he makes Sunny nearly pass out, buried in his sweaty pit. He pounds the hot jobber’s washboard abs, perched on top of Sunny’s face deep up the Brazilian’s ass crack. He may be a champion at suffering hard, but holy fuck, I’m way into the way Dio clearly relishes possessing Sunny every which way he wants to.

The smothering schoolboy pins, the face sitting, the slow, lush stroking and savoring of Sunny’s tight body… of all the things that Dio can be, and that Dio is, our boy enjoys being in control. Whether he’s a heel on-the-down-low, or whether he’s genuinely just trying to be a helpful babyface and toughen hot little Sunny up, watching Dio unstoppable and voracious is incredibly hot and sexy!

Sunny Side Up

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“They’ve been putting me on the mats lately,” Nathan FX muses out loud as he walks into the mat room to square off against Sunny DeLeon. “Not my forte,” he confesses. “But I’m here to play.” Fuck, NFX irritates me. He provokes me. It’s the tall boy’s need of a haircut. And his lazy cockiness. It’s the way he walks up and intentionally stands mere inches in front of Sunny so that he can stare down his nose and tauntingly point out that he’s literally head and shoulders taller. “We’ve got a fun little David and Goliath situation,” he says with a sneer. “I’ll try not to hurt you too much.” Fuck, that fratboy bully vibe instantly makes me want to see him punished hard. And his effortlessly sexy, long body poured into that breathtakingly tight white singlet… fuck, I just immediately want to see that sneer rubbed off his face with nothing but agony, fear, and a few tears left behind.

So, I’m taking the long odds at the start of Undagear 38 and putting my wishful-thinking bet on stunningly pretty Sunny. Sure, I know that Sunny’s taken some spectacularly brutal beatings in his tenure at BG East, especially in the ring. But NFX is facing him on the mats, which is, most definitely, Sunny’s forte. The blond bro seems to be aware that Sunny has Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu training, but I’m not sure he realizes just how dangerous “little David” can be. I had the immense pleasure of watching Sunny work his craft on the mats at Wrestlefest Canada last summer, and holy hell, he’s fucking fierce. I literally have rechecked his stats on the BGE site several times since then, because my memory of him in-person is just a whole lot bigger and immensely more solid than his reported 5’6 height and 140 pounds. I saw Sunny honestly manhandle a muscle hunk at least 40 pounds heavier and also MMA trained. He was a fucking BOSS! So, sure, sure, maybe this is “a David vs. Goliath situation,” but… um, does NFX not know how it went down when David fought Goliath?

Sunny is cool and unimpressed. “Don’t underestimate me,” he warns Nathan. “I’ve got some skills,” he boasts in a spectacular understatement. NFX rolls his eyes and waves him forward with a smirk. “All I can do is underestimate you,” the tallboy sneers, “you’re so far below me.” Fuck, it’s on. Size and reach are indisputably in Nathan’s favor. He thinks strength is in his favor, but I honestly call that a draw, because Sunny is pound-for-pound insanely powerful. And mat skills and experience are unquestionably in Sunny’s favor. It’s a classic story, and I’m all in on NFX getting his perky, lean ass handed to him.

Nathan keeps up his contempt for the ground game, even as Sunny swarms him and snaps on submission holds at will. Sexy Sunny is playing chess while NFX is struggling with tic-tac-toe. The power-packed petite grappler traps him repeatedly, immobilizing the shaggy bro, piece by piece, and then piling on a second, third (fuck sometimes fourth) joint-compromising hold that paints NFX into one corner after another. In under two minutes, Sunny has the player struggling to breathe in bodyscissors and trying not to get his arm ripped out of the shoulder socket with a hammerlock. And still… STILL NFX manages to sound like the chapter room bully after he taps, rubbing out his aching shoulder and conceding “I’ll give you this, you know your stuff.” There’s almost this chuckle in Nathan’s voice, like he knows something that Sunny doesn’t know. Like, Sunny’s obviously superior and ice-cold dangerous skills are still laughable compared to what NFX has secreted up his sleeve.

Okay, okay, what NFX has up his sleeve/under his singlet is a fucking sensational reveal. It’s a power move that gets him back in the game. Just when Sunny is rolling over him, locking on an elbow-jeopardizing arm lock, the tall boy muscles him off the mat and slams him down hard. Quickly, NFX pins Sunny’s crotch underfoot. And then out of nowhere, the blond bro strips his own singlet off. Woah. Woah. He’s just wearing a g-string under there, and fuck, all 6’1 of him is nice to look at. Somehow, in next to nothing, NFX is suddenly uninhibited, now nasty enough and hungry enough to ride rough shod over the little guy. And damn it all, he looks good bullying! I sort of resent myself for being quite so turned on by watching him rack Sunny across his shoulders and parade him around the room. He does squats that show off that sweet ass and make his pouch shimmy hypnotically. He doesn’t need to do it, but he crushes Sunny’s balls in the rack, just because it makes him smile.

But bros are going to bro, right? The really delightful suspense in this match is all about Sunny. He manages to go from the “little David” underdog to the unstoppable BJJ badass to finding himself stripped to his own g-string, with his gorgeous bod displayed like a trophy kill stretched across the blond bro’s shoulders 6 feet in air. Holy SHIT does he suffer!!! And fuck, he’s gorgeous every second of it. In this stunning reversal of expectations, it’s little Sunny, who was the badass moments early totally bullying NFX, suddenly slapped down, scooped up, and screaming in helpless panic. Fuck, I’m kissing my long shot bet goodbye, but not entirely hating it as the tall boy stretches Sunny’s hot, squirming body out suspended completely off his feet in a gorgeous full nelson. How fucking humiliating, that the ice cold BJJ badass is getting thrashed, and damn it all if Sunny sucking on humiliation isn’t even tastier, now we know about the deep arsenal of submission holds he’s got in his quiver that are just out of his petite little reach.

Do NOT count out Sunny DeLeon, though, my friends. On behalf of all of us short kings, and determined not to let an untrained, disrespectful fratboy bully wipe the floor with him, Sunny sucks down the panicked screams, taps back into the icy cold depths of his BJJ badassness, and makes NFX regret the liberties he took when he had Sunny at his mercy. Fuck, the 16 minutes of this 25 minute match that they spend going at each other in nothing but their g-strings is intensely beautiful. Almost every inch of their gorgeous bodies is visible and glistening with sweat. The holds are mean and vicious. The taunts are raw and bitter. They’ve both made runs at proving whether it’s size and reach or skill and experience that’s the formula for success, but it’s the intense intimacy of their hot-as-fuck bodies locked together, flexing and grinding and punishing that’s suddenly the point of it all.

You get the sense that they’ve both learned a little bit more respect for one another’s assets than they started with. But there’s no love lost by the end of this runaway train, and so the climactic knock out finisher is just sweetly satisfying and sexy as hell. I still don’t think I’m likely to grow tired of wanting to see Nathan FX get thrashed and humiliated, but the total reveal of Undagear 38 is that untrained bros better take note. Sunny DeLeon may be half your size, but he just well may be twice the man you are!

WrestleFest Groups

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In my life prior to going to Wrestlefest Canada, I had watched thousands of hours of homoerotic wrestling videos (not even an exaggeration) and written more than 1,670 posts here, pouring over every detail of what turns me on about wrestling, but had really only wrestled 3 times. Well, there were a few sessions in my early teen years, wrestling a friend, trying to pull off that this is seriously competitive, all the while attempting to hide my erection. And, then yeah, there were frat house scraps in college, 80% fun and lightly competitive, 20% attempting to hide my erection. But scheduling multiple matches to happen over 4 days in Toronto felt like kicking this experiential side of wrestling for me into overdrive. I set some intentions for myself, mainly to focus on learning more about how to wrestle and exploring what I liked and didn’t like with an open mind. I know other WF participants who had different intentions, like wrestling as many matches as possible, or recording matches for WatchFighters, or wrestling particular types of matches (group, tag teams, oil, etc.). As my buddy Scooter is fond of pointing out, WF can be what you make it. I was aiming to focus more on the journey than any particular destination.

One of the first tests of “explore with an open mind” came in the form of invitations to group matches. I don’t know that I’d given a lot of thought to group matches before this past week, but I had a couple of invitations to groups by the time I arrived in Toronto. My initial thinking was that I very well might be too self-conscious for groups. Stripping down and laying bare my insecurities and inexperience to wrestle is a lot, and doing that with others watching on is that much more. But almost right off the plane, I had my first WF match, which was a group of four of us hosted by an incredibly generous, hospitable, and fucking fierce local hottie. This was my first time wrestling more than just one opponent, and it was new, overwhelming, fun, and intense. My three local hosts knew each other well, and the chemistry they shared the instant everyone was in the room together was palpable. Since “Hey, I’m new to this” is still printed on my business cards, we paired off, with two of them demonstrating some holds, and then the third letting me try them out on him. There was a lot of anticipation on the mats for letting loose, and pretty quickly we paired off and started rolling. Having two stories happening side by side on the mats was wild. Long-time voyeur that I am, I kept getting distracted watching the other pair, which frequently contributed to me getting locked down and worked over worse (better?). Just when I was settling in to this parallel play vibe, seamlessly and organically, partners traded around. And then playfully vicious double-teaming broke out. And then, finally catching on, I joined in on some sweet triple teaming (these guys were way, way tough enough to handle it). And by the end, I was the one on the receiving end of a triple team by these three sweaty, sexy, fierce studs. It was all super collaborative and negotiated, and, at the same time, unexpected. Afterward, I told them that I felt like Dorothy in Oz, having learned valuable lessons from each of them. I left it up to them to decide who was the Scarecrow (wrestle smart, Bard!), the Tin Woodsman (wrestle with passion, Bard!), and the Cowardly Lion (wrestle fucking fierce, Bard!). Additional lessons I learned from this awesome threesome included BRING WATER (fuck, I sweat a lot). And bring towels. Lots of towels came in handy by the end of this match. Really, really handy.

I was on the mats with Sunny DeLeon!?!?

Not long after I arrived, I scored an invitation to another group a couple of days later, thanks to connections through my buddy Scooter and the Tin Woodsman from that first group. Whatever self-consciousness I felt from a group of 4, I was now facing 9! The extremely generous local host, MadeinCanada, welcomed us to an incredible set up with tons of mat-covered floor space. MadeinCanada also offered a systematic way for everyone to pair off and take turns rolling with different opponents over the course of a few hours. Well, that plan lasted about 2 minutes. Pretty spontaneously, everyone was on the mats going at it in groups of two, three, or four (or occasionally more). There were wrestlers of different sizes (I wasn’t the smallest!) and levels of experience (I wasn’t the rookiest!), which created a lot of interesting dynamics. One particularly fun moment included me locking a crotch ripper onto my cousin, Scooter, so that my fellow lightweight rookie, David DeLeon, could climb on top and mess with him. Karma came back to bite me in the butt when I was double-teamed not long afterward, but it was all good, ferocious, sweaty, safe fun. As irrepressibly interactive as it was with all of us on the mats, I had a hard time resisting the urge to sit back and watch the wrestlers bigger and more skilled than I am do their thing. I was so turned on watching fiercely skilled Sunny DeLeon (WTF? I was on the mats with Sunny DeLeon!) and a fucking hot hunk who goes by the handle SeattleFight (who has more than 450 confirmed opponents on MF, I later discovered), tear into each other. SeattleFight caught me watching (more than once), and waved me over to take my turn. Somewhere in the middle of it all, I found myself feeling more confident, less inhibited, and just riding the wave of being locked together with another wrestler (or 8).

My third group meet-up experience had been planned ahead of time. This group was referred to by some as the “Veterans.” Being a rookie, I couldn’t bring myself to say that I was part of a group of veterans, so I called it the “Upperclassmen” (though that name didn’t stick with anyone else). In practice, it was a select group of finely aged wrestling hunks (I think I was the youngest allowed in the door). Despite having such amazing group experiences already, I still walked in not sure if I’d actually wrestle, or just get to know guys on the sidelines. One of the awesome 1:1 opponents I’d had earlier in the week (Txwresl, tons of experience and incredibly generous coach) was there, and he talked me into stripping down to my compression shorts (because I DID come prepared), and getting some practice in. This setting probably should have felt more conspicuous, because mat space was limited, and for any one or two pairs wrestling, there were that many or more on the sidelines chatting and watching. But maybe my confidence was growing, or, with experience, my inhibitions were just lowering, because it was the most fun group experience yet. SeattleFight was there again, and, holy hell, all he had to do was lock eyes with me and crook his index finger to call me over, and I was irresistibly drawn back on the mat, getting bearhugged relentlessly, trying to employ just a few tricks I’d been picking up from earlier in the week.

My last group experience (three of us) was the hottest and most spontaneous yet, bringing together at the last minute a sensationally hot hunk I’ve been getting to know online for several months and someone I’d grappled with already. I don’t know if it’s because all of us had some prior personal connection, or if it’s because it happened so spontaneously (from possible idea to reality in about 15 minutes), or if I was just riding this learning curve right up and over the top, but this was the most wildly intense group of all. That element that I mentioned in my last post about WF, of managing to get out of my head and just be present, sort of fell into place in this final three-way match.

I had to unlearn some things in order to really learn some things at Wrestlefest. Like, I needed to unlearn my preconceived anxiousness about the idea of group matches. I needed to unlearn my default of watching, and instead, lean into wrestling. In the spirit of learning more about how to wrestle and exploring what I liked and didn’t like with an open mind, I had an amazing set of experiences with about two dozen awesome wrestlers that I met in super hot batches. Group matches, even more than 1:1 matches, take a lot trust and chemistry, clear expectations and generous, collaborative, creative wrestlers. And it’s worth the extra choreography and planning!

And that doesn’t even begin to really discuss my one-on-one wrestling experiences at Wrestlefest Canada… (to be continued…)