Where My Mind Is

The insanity in my life continues, so I’ll keep the text brief around here for a while. What’s on my mind right now, however, is inspired by the rising mercury and the sun worshippers crawling onto the grass at the local parks in my normally sun-starved corner of the world. Yes, it’s all about legs, my friends. Bit, tasty, bulging, thick, defined, powerful legs are turning me on at every turn these days.
So here are just a few of the most notable legs firing up my homoerotic wrestling imagination. First, start with this mouthwatering image from BG East’s Wrestle Revenge.  Typically, I think of Z-Man’s opponents as the luckiest sons of bitches on the planet. The opportunity to pound and squeeze his painfully pretty muscle body, beating the living shit out of him and bringing the grinning prettyboy to his knees has fantasy material written all over it. But in this case, it’s a humiliated, suffering, completely helpless Z-Man who I’m thinking is the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. Because if you’re going to get nearly suffocated, trapped high between an opponent’s thighs and choking on the monster cock and balls shoved in your face, there’s just nobody I think I’d rather take that ride with than chiseled, gorgeous Tyrell Tomsen and his sculpted tree trunks.  But there are some runner ups who might give my fantasy a run for its money.  I’d love to see Z-Man lined up and shoved in a deeply intimate face-to-crotch head scissors just like this from a lovely receiving line of massively muscled legs, just so I could make a direct comparison.

For example, Can-Am’s recent rookie Tyler Saint James. From what I’ve seen of him so far, he can’t wrestle for shit. But I’d pay an added surcharge to watch him lean back against a corner turnbuckle with Z-Man’s head pretty much disappearing between those mountainous thighs of Tyler’s.

Give me a time machine and an extra bottle of baby oil, and I’d hand over a testicle to watch iconic babyface muscle boy Johnny Olson clamp those bodybuilder legs of his around Z-Man’s head and yank on Z’s hair until he’s slid the playgirl model’s nose right between his balls.
Again, it’d take a time machine (unless he’s still lifting those weights and swinging that pipe), but one-hit fantasyman who inspired countless explosive climaxes in me, Philippe Nicolas, would threaten my grip on sanity to squeeze those picture-perfect heads of his quads with Z’s face trapped between them. Just a couple minutes of dick whipping and I’d be hopelessly certifiable.

Underwear and swimwear models are populating my typical surf sites these days. Male models, even fitness boys, can tend to have relatively skinny legs. While there’s nothing wrong with lean, powerful, slender legs, I’ve got a hard spot for thick, powerful, beefy thighs. Happily, there are a few fitness models selling minuscule quantities of highly stretchable fabric who also show of gorgeous, bulging legs.  Slide Z’s face between these quads and lets hear this Brazilian fitness boy muffle the playgirl model’s screams with his sweetly bulging crotch.

Again, better yet, let’s see Matt Schiermeier (who could’ve competed for a shot at the Producer’s Ring Secretarial Pool a couple of years ago) with his veiny, granite carved tree trunks locked around Z’s head with Matt’s uncovered cock resting across Z’s forehead!

This shot of Todd Sanfield inspires in me the image of Z’s noggin’ trapped between Todd’s shiny, naked hamstrings, with Todd driving Z’s forehead into the floor, repeatedly, poundingly, until the Z-Man goes limp.  Follow that up with Todd pinning Z-Man’s face with Todd’s mouthful of a cock, and I’m driven insane once again.

Finally, I don’t know who the hell this Greek god actually is, but this pretty much sums up my attitude about the arrival of warmth and sunshine these days. This is what Z-Man should be seeing, as he rouses from getting choked out cold with this superhuman’s cock stuffed down his throat and his thighs crushing Z’s temples. Fantasies ignited by late spring sunshine… carry on.

Just a Little Dickish

I feel a little guilty about basking in the backyard sunshine with a good book this morning, after having watched the national news reports of the crippling “monster blizzard” encasing a third of the U.S. in ice and snow. I don’t think of where I live as a particularly weather-enviable location most of the time. But relatively speaking, today is awfully sweet for me and sucky for so many of you.

Rob Riches – for ES Swimwear

Of course there are a variety of strategies for dealing with winter weather blues. Some of us hunker down by the fire, crank up the heat, and do our best to appreciate the cozy intimacy of being trapped indoors. On the other hand, dreaming of warmer days and sun drenched bodies can help to take some of our minds off of the bitter chill of winter’s wrath.

David Costa – for ES Swimwear

You know full well that I’m not above being dickish or a punk, but in all sincerity, these images are intended as entertaining distraction from the icy grip of winter. I’m not trying to make anyone feel jealous or resentful by showing these fine, fine, fine specimens soaking in the summer sun.

Todd Sanfield – for DNA Magazine

Making note of my sunbathing in the backyard with a book this morning was, however, probably intentionally a little dickish. It’s just so rare that I have anything to brag about when it comes to weather.

Stay warm, everybody.


*Gasp!* AllHotMen drew my attention to the cover of DNA, and coverboy extraordinaire, Todd Sanfield. It’s moments like this that I just have to sit back in awe that there is something this beautiful in the world.

This almost hurts, he’s so hot. Frankly, I’m finding some prior work of Todd’s that illustrates that he has been quite hot for a while, but these DNA pics are just from another planet! Everything about him is just a little bigger, harder, rounder, more defined. Hell, I’d even say there’s something even more handsome about his face, which just doesn’t make any sense to me (I am looking at the same guy, aren’t I?).

And then, there’s that ass! Good grief! A hot, huge, gorgeously muscled hardbody who’s this generous on camera is making it hard for me to keep my mind on my work today. In this upward dog pic, he’s illustrating just how much he’s aching to get tortured in a camel clutch wearing only his tube socks.

Oh………. mygod. I’ve got to get back to writing in the Secretarial Pool. I think Todd could give Luke Guldan a run for his money in my fitness model muscleboy wrestling imagination.