Okay, den!

Hmmm. Kayden Keller.

As someone who was a long-time fan of BGEast before going to work for them, both in front of the cameras and behind the scenes, one of the things I’ve always found interesting is generational change of wrestling talent; the kind of thing that can be described as, for example, “waves” (as one would call it in publishing) or “ages” (comic books: Golden Age, Silver Age, etc.). I was in the same wave with Alexi Adamov and Mitch Colby and Jobe Zander and Rafe Sanchez, to merely name a few; we came after the Josh Goodman/Cole Cassidy/Kieran Dunn/Aryx Quinn/Justin Pierce wave. There is sometimes crossover between waves, and it is difficult sometimes to classify which wave of new wrestlers someone belongs to, since the videos aren’t released in order of filming and sometimes, as is the case with my own match with Mitch Colby, are held back in the vaults for years. This makes the only way to do it by release; the only people who can truly define each wave are the Boss and everyone in the office, since they know when the wrestler first worked and when the matches were taped.

I’m always interested to see the new talent; to see how they match up against the wrestlers of the past and those who are still active but have been around for awhile. I am always curious which ones will be more at home on mats or in the gazebo or in the ring; which ones look best in which kind of gear, and which ones will go how far with nudity and eroticism and so forth. I often wonder where they came from, what they do in their day to day life, what drew them to wrestling on camera for the erotic enjoyment of fans whose names and faces they will never know. (The release of my match with Powergunz recently has made me philosophize about all of this.)

I’ve not really thought much about when the most recent wave debuted, and they’ve probably been around longer than I am thinking…but included in this wave (in my mind) were Ty Alexander, Drake Marcos, Colton Haynes and numerous others…and a young heel with gorgeous eyes who took the ring name Kayden Keller.

That is my favorite portrait shot of young Kayden; those are also my all-time favorite trunks I ever wore for the cameras myself–and I still am pissed at myself for not stealing them. Remember this?

Kayden even has the kind of facial hair I find most attractive.

Great smile, too. I also like that he doesn’t remove his body hair. Granted, he’s also not a yeti like I can be if I don’t at least trim on occasion, but I do like some body hair.

And that devilish smile! The twinkle in his eyes as he looks at the camera! Like he knows what he’s about to do to his foe and relishes it.

One has to love a heel who loves what he does.

Probably the only regrets I have about BGEast and my time there was missing certain wrestlers I would have liked to have worked with because, of course, they were before my time or after.

Methinks Kayden and I would have had a great time in the ring together.

And it would have been a classic.

Oh Daddy

Powergunz.

It’s all there in the name, really. Big powerful strong arms. A sexy black pelt of fur on his torso and his legs. Thickly muscled legs.

Yeah, daddy.

I mean, seriously. How fucking hot is he? He’s like the definition of what I call a hot daddy.

I mean, woof.

The erotic aspects of wrestling have always been apparent to me, even as a callow youth unsure what the stirrings in his loins whenever he came across a professional wrestling broadcast actually meant; I didn’t understand the appeal of wrestling to me other than that somehow it was hard-wired into a gay sexuality that I wasn’t completely aware of–but those stirrings of lust and desire activated by seeing men like Bruno Sammartino or Mr. Olympia in the ring with their sweaty hairy muscles and high-waisted trunks as they punished their opponents and were punished in turn eventually, as puberty arrived, began to make more sense to me.

I have often been accused, throughout my adult life as an out gay man and as an out gay wrestler, of being a body fascist, of only being interested in men with lean muscular bodies. Nothing could be further than the truth, because the bears always reminded me of the professional wrestlers of my youth–and that is both sexy and arousing to me. And Powergunz has that look, you know, of the brutal heels of the 70’s–not ripped and defined, but thickly muscled and hairy and the facial hair and…you get the idea.

I’m a fan.

And I wasn’t in such bad shape myself, either, when the Boss finally scheduled the match I’d been wanting for so long.

I like wearing white; I’ve also always thought it was kind of hot when heels wore gear in colors other than your standard heel fare. This is the only time I ever wore all white for the cameras; there was another match where I wore white squares with blue stripes on the sides–that’s the only unreleased match of mine left, I believe–but neither one of us was really in standard heel gear…which made it all the more fun, you know?

But what a fucking brute. Brute strength, animal magnetism, and the kind of charisma that makes my dick pay attention. I wanted to wrestle him, but more than anything else I wanted to feel out bodies against each other as we fought for control.

Yeah, it’s a bit frustrating to be pinned down by someone bigger and stronger than you are, even if it’s hot.

And I got some shots of my own in, as you can see.

What was even more fun is both of us pushed the other to extremes–kind of getting off on being slammed around or punched or forearm smashed.

I think we both like to give and receive pain.

Oh, yeah, it was a fucking great time.

And there’s nothing like a bearhug from a big strong motherfucker, is there?

That was a lot of fun, seriously.

Who’s Your Daddy

One of the things I like the most about BGEast is there’s not, really, a generic BGEast wrestler look; the Boss signs a broad spectrum of wrestlers, from the twink to the muscle boy to the muscle god to the athlete to the daddy-type. I never saw myself as a daddy-type, really; it was a surprise when my first match was released and I saw a lot of talk about me on-line about me as a ‘masked daddy.’

I just assumed it was the hairy body. There weren’t many of us at BGEast who were hairy, and the Boss always got annoyed with me whenever I showed up for a taping and had shaved my body hair off. I’ve always been hairy; I started growing body hair when I was eleven and it’s never stopped. From about age thirty-three to almost fifty at least once a month I shed my body hair, which was an enormous pain in the ass and was quite a relief when I finally stopped doing it once and for all. I still trim it down from time to time, but I can’t remember the last time I shaved my legs or torso. I was always told that the smoother you were the better and more distinct, more defined, your muscles looked; which was why bodybuilders are always hairless at competitions. I never really gave it a lot of thought. I thought smooth guys were sexy and I thought hairy guys were sexy.

Me in varying degrees of hirsuteness in past matches.

I’ve already commented on how gear, lighting and camera angles can make you look completely different in pictures taken on the same day.

Case in point:

I guess I don’t look that much different…other than the mask. But I always felt the higher on me the waistband of the trunks, the less lean I looked; it has to do with where my pelvic bones are and so forth and yes, I know I am really hard on myself.

Anyway, I always had a thing for the Brooklyn Bodywrecker; I regret to this day we never went in front of the cameras in the ring.

Seriously, what isn’t there to like there?

I wanted to do a really nasty Dark Knights-type match with him, and let him take my mask. It never happened, but we did at least have a really hot private match.

(In an interesting aside, Bard’s blog has been doing a tournament of sorts to determine the top heel of gay-interest wrestling; yesterday was me and BBW, based on a fan vote. No surprise, I got clobbered…)

And of course, Powergunz is also one hot daddy.

I don’t remember exactly when he landed on my radar; but I do know his match with Cole Cassidy was the first BGEast match of his I’d seen–it’s exceptional, by the way; definitely give it a look–and after that I knew I wanted to wrestle him. We’re about the same height, but his muscles were/are a lot thicker than mine (those arms!) and that chest hair…fuck me.

I was pretty jazzed when the Boss set up a match for us. I mean, fuck me.

And away we went… (to be continued)