Tag: Taylor Lautner

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Do not let it be said that I don’t follow through on my promises. Okay, well, so I’m sure there are promises that, it could be said that I’ve not followed through on. But I’m happy to point to this latest evidence that I do have the capacity to follow through. It was the middle of December when I posted the Werewolf Rumble in the Producer’s Ring, detailing the fictional three-way homoerotic wrestling match between werewolf heart throbs Joe Manganiello, Russell Tovey, and Taylor Lautner. Almost instantly there were calls from several regular readers registering their desire (to put it diplomatically) for Taylor to appear in a 1-on-1 match. Oh, and yeah, they were also pretty unanimous that Taylor’ hot, tight ass ought to be on the line.
So it took me quite a while, but I’ve just posted what I’ve referred to in the Producer’s Ring group as Taylor’s first big boy match. I’ve mentioned to the chorus pulling for another Taylor match that, curiously I’ll admit, I’m not a huge fan of his. I can clearly see the appeal, of course. He bulked up to a freakish level while still jailbait. A washboard 8-pack, defined pecs, broad shoulders and veiny biceps are typically a formula for capturing my homoerotic wrestling imagination. All that said, there’s just something that doesn’t entirely inspire me. So the concept of me writing a homoerotic wrestling match for him was destined for two things: 1) it was going to take me a long time to complete as my attention wandered over the intervening months, and 2) Taylor’s sweet ass was most certainly going to be in serious jeopardy. A major stumbling block to getting off the dime on this text was deciding what opponent could carry my lustful attention and pose the precise challenge that Mr. Lautner needed to face.
After considering several potential opponents, even having a false start with one of them, I settled upon a return to the Producer’s Ring Focus Group for a man who has never failed to inspire my homoerotic wrestling imagination: Hugh Jackman. The muscle mass he put on for the last X-Men movie was absolutely jaw dropping. He also provides nice contrasts to Taylor when it comes to several angles that I have a particular fondness for… youth versus maturity, smooth versus hairy, small versus big, rookie versus veteran…
As always, my homoerotic wrestling fiction is available to those who sign onto the Producer’s Ring group. There are no fees or costs associated with signing on – just your attestation that you enjoy homoerotic wrestling (and by implication, aren’t a spammer/hater). I don’t want to spoil anything for those who want to sit down with an admittedly long short story detailing how Taylor’s determination to take the entertainment industrial complex by storm ends up putting him pec-to-pec with the likes of big, bad, beautiful Hugh. As with all of the Focus Group matches in the Producer’s Ring, it should come as no surprise that this one features nude wrestling pretty much from start to finish. The stakes are higher in this match than most, however, so those who were pleading to read a fuck-or-get-fucked match starring barely legal Taylor, I’m hoping your lustful desires will be satisfied.

I’ve got an angle that I’m eager to write for the superhero series in the Sidelineland group next, along with the part 2 of the latest chapter in the Wrestle Club series, not to mention another story that’s already sketched out between me and Metellus for the Producer’s Ring Secretarial Pool. No promises on when they’ll get written. But I’m feeling confident in saying that they will get written. Thanks for you patience, inspiration, and feedback, everyone!

Holiday Spirit

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Is it the holiday spirit? Whatever it is, suddenly I have an abundance of wrestling fiction to post. This past week Bearhugs and I finished off a short story over at Sidelineland featuring four hunks, a playroom, and plenty of morally questionable wrestling-sex play. In light of my comments on simulated rape in gay porn last Friday, this particular piece of fiction may seem a little… inconsistent. The less charitable among us might even call it hypocritical. I remind you of a point I’ve made consistently and repeatedly throughout the year and a half that I’ve been building neverland: I see no moral virtue in consistency, and I happily and regretlessly permit myself to contradict myself at will… and I copyright the word “regretlessly.”



Next up, from out of the blue, robeboy dropped in my lap his write up of a sweetly sexy boxing match between pro-football heart throbs, Brady Quinn and Tim Tebow. I mentioned over at the discussion list for Sidelineland that this story takes me by surprise. I don’t follow football, and boxing seems somehow… demure to me. Yet, robeboy’s set up and description of the fight are a complete turn on for me. This is another reminder that reading other people’s fight/wrestling fiction is invariably a major turn on for me. I’m hoping for more generosity from the imaginations over at Sidelineland.



Yesterday, I managed to post, at long last, the Werewolf Rumble. I started working on that project forever ago. I received a lot of encouragement, prodding, and poking to get it done. Most of the anticipation seemed to come from those looking to see Taylor Lautner’s debut in the Producer’s Ring. Coming in a close second in the pre-match hype, Joe Manganiello’s Producer’s Ring debut also had several readers holding their breaths. As I mentioned on the Producer’s Ring discussion list, I actually find beautiful Britboy Russell Tovey probably the most motivating character for me in this threesome. With so many competing interests, I suspect that the match was doomed to disappoint many from the start (since one can never please everyone). Still, finally wrapping up the match and polishing it off, the Werewolf Rumble managed to sort itself (and me) out just fine for my own tastes. Two submissions and one decisive victor claiming the spoils of battle equals a happy Bard.



So I’m already halfway through another collaboration in the BGE Fantasy genre, and as soon as I’m done with that piece, I think I’ve got the missing piece of the plot that’s been holding up my chapter 3 in the superheroes saga over at Sidelineland. I also finally found my visual inspiration for a key character I want to write up for chapter 3, modeled on the stunning beauty of Jay Byars. Lot’s of juices are flowing, including the creative ones, and I for one am eagerly anticipating a happily erotic SolsticeChristmasKwanzaHappyNewYear! Here’s hoping the same for you!

What’s Wrong With This Picture?

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I don’t quite get Twilight. I’m not proud of it. I’m not trying to convince anyone how cool I am because I’m more evolved than the mass of fans (including more than a few gay ones) wetting themselves in anticipation of the next movie.

The meat selection is entirely decent. Robert Pattinson (painted on abs or not), is a looker. Someone needs to either give him a serious haircut or throw him around by a couple fistfuls of those locks before power slamming him to a wrestling mat (frankly, either option is okay with me), but still, he’s clearly got the hot-if-perhaps-overexposed factor.
Taylor Lautner tips the scales in at gorgeous. His eagerness to display his ever-increasing bulges is sexy, in that way that screams for someone to lay a beat down on him and torture him in the ropes until he screams “I give.”
Kellan Lutz also clearly has all the pieces lined up nicely. Pretty, round pecs and full lips can’t steer you too wrong. And it’s a vampire and werewolf storyline, for God’s sake! I get weak in the knees when I see Alexander Skarsgård’s fangs pop out in True Blood, and Russell Tovey stripping off his shirt just before he does it doggy-style quite literally makes me salivate.

But I just can’t get myself to be seriously into Twilight. John Savage has the Twilight boys mixing it up in the ring in his Arena Island Celebrity Wrestling group, and those matches are hands down hot. But I just can’t generate any genuine passion for the boys of Twilight.

I’m happy to have more shirtless, hottie hunks coming up the ranks as media darlings. Perhaps someday I’ll catch the Twilight bug and awake from this malaise. But for now, for me, I’m leaving the dudes of Forks to the pre-teen girls (and to you). You can enjoy my share.