Go Your Own Way

Truth be told, Justin and Nick are so fucking hot, does the match itself even matter?

I mean, fuck me.

And as I said before, the match started out friendly enough; two new guys to the Arena, helping each other stretch and warm up for the match to come.

LOOK AT THOSE LEGS.

And they’re not just beautiful boys, either. They actually can wrestle! While that can be choreographed somewhat, you still have to know what you’re doing when you’re on the mats. Nick and Justin put each other through some great holds and reversals as they worked up a sweat, still feeling friendly.

But even the nicest of guys can get a little carried away. After wringing a submission or two out of Nick–who wasn’t pleased at being trapped and forced to give in–Justin, not reading the situation right, chose to go for a little friendly taunting.

Nick didn’t care for this. Not one little bit, and the future superstar heel started coming out.

A little painful humiliation here, a little embarrassing and hurtful submission there…Nick knows how to wrestle, and also knew how to tear up an opponent–all the while never stooping to any low blows and cheap shots.

Impressive.

And soon Justin was beaten down, exhausted, and down for the count.

And not opposed to showing off his own physical pulchritude when it’s all over.

“We could have been friends,” he sneers as he walks off the mats.

A classic match in more ways than one.

Simply Irresistible

So, where was I?

Sorry there, Constant Reader; I am trying to be better at making at least weekly posts, but real life has been a bit of a heel to me lately, trapping me in the corner and taking cheap shots. I am surfacing briefly today because, for one, I need a break and for two, because I fucking can.

Oh yes, I’d started talking about the match between these two, which was the first time I encountered either of them on the BGEast site.

Fuck me, right?

One thing BGEast has consistently done over the decades has showcased ridiculously good-looking men. If you have a preference or a type, chances are you’ll find a whole vast expansive catalogue of guys who press your buttons.

Lucky me, I don’t have a type. I pretty much can find something attractive in almost every man, so BGEast is a smorgasbord for me.

Both Justin and Nick had great runs at BGEast, and their bodies were always in top condition. At first, Nick seemed to have a preference for wrestling in square cuts or those football-style shorts (see above), but he eventually moved on to more traditionally cut ring trunks. I always had a thing for Nick, from this first match (Fantasymen 22) on. I liked that he was shorter and stockier; muscular and thick and in great shape, but not, perhaps, as ripped up or cut as others. His pecs and legs were nice and thick, and that ass.

Oh my God, that ass. It was a work of art.

He also had the most amazing pouty lips, gorgeous eyes, and that New England/Boston-ish accent that’s always gotten my attention.

Justin, of course, was no slouch either. Beautiful beautiful face, startling blue eyes, and the body was of course perfectly proportioned, defined, and just big.

The match started off friendly enough as the two new guys help each other go through their warm-ups and help each other stretch. Even the wrestling, once it gets started, is friendly enough.

But matches that start out friendly rarely end up that way….

To be continued…

All the Pretty Wrestlers

How have I never yet blogged about Justin Pierce?

I mean, Christ on the cross, look up perfect in the dictionary and there he is.

Those eyes! Those abs! Those legs! Those pecs! Those arms!

That ass! Those pouty lips! He’s just, for want of a better superlative, fucking gorgeous.

I first discovered him on Fantasymen 22, a tape I’ve already discussed (I think) because I was enamored of the Sean Ribeiro/Antonio match, which opened the tape in the ring. The match that introduced me to Justin also included another wrestler who drove me wild with his looks and skills and attitude: Nick Archer.

 

FUCK me.

(to be continued)

I Will Remember You

I’ve been a fan of BGEast for nearly thirty years…which is pretty remarkable.

One of the great things about BGEast is the history there. They’ve been producing amazing wrestling videos of all kinds of matches with all different body types and match-styles from the very beginning; there is literally something there for everyone. Oh, sure, I occasionally commit adultery and buy a match from another company–but overall the quality isn’t as consistent.

And periodically, there’s a sale on the Arena that reminds me of a match I loved and haven’t watched in an eternity.

Case in point: Fantasymen 22, with the ring battle between Antonio and Sean Ribeiro.

Antonio:

Sean Ribeiro:

Fucking hot bodies, amirite?

Professional wrestling–and to a lesser degree, boxing–was like porn to me when I was a kid trying to come to grips with my sexuality. Wrestling was always a major turn-on for me; so much so that I was afraid to actually go out for the wrestling team (when I was in a high school that had one) because I was always afraid I’d pop a massive boner in my singlet. ( I am now aware that’s a common occurrence; young men and body contact, of course it’s going to happen) It stands to reason that professional wrestling produced for the gay eye would, therefore, be the best thing that ever happened for me.

Alas, while sometimes ring matches for BGEast involve nudity and some erotic content, they don’t always…but even when they don’t, the song-and-dance of the match usually pushes every button I have and I have the desired physical reaction.

Initially, I purchased Fantasymen 22 for long-haired wrestler Rolando, who has a fantastic underwear match with Tommy Tara on Undagear 7 (a match I also need to revisit), and as always discovered some incredibly hot wrestlers that were new to me–including Justin Pierce and Nick Archer.

But the first match on this tape, the Antonio-Sean Ribeiro match, really caught my dick’s attention.

The minute Antonio came into camera range I was sold. There’s something about him that’s just ruggedly masculine; the thing that turns my crank. He was also wearing leather chaps and a cowboy hat; he was working that cowboy gimmick like nobody’s business…and I’ve always had a thing for cowboys.

It was also a ring match…and all he had on was a thong that emphasized just how perfectly shaped his hot ass was.

(Aside: I vote for more ring matches in thongs, jocks, underwear….pro gear is fine, I love it and its also a turn-on trigger for me, but other gear in the ring gives it a more, I don’t know, underground just two guys getting together for a good time feel….I loved the Hard Pros series, but that’s a subject for another time.)

Sean was no slouch in the body department, either–but in his peach square cuts (which I assumed correctly would come off during the match, also revealing a thong) his trash talk didn’t seem as meant; more like kidding around, but when Antonio yelled WHOO and said “Im going to kick your ass” I absolutely, positively believed it.

And Sean–and his equally fine ass–had some great moments in the match; it wasn’t even remotely as one-sided as I thought it would be. But Antonio’s holds were just a bit nastier, meaner, more vicious and designed to wear a foe down to defeat…whereas Sean, while inflicting pain and seeming to enjoy it, didn’t go that extra inch or so to make it even more nasty and brutal.

I mean…

Both men, when on the receiving end, suffer beautifully, believably, and sell the hell out of this match.

And there’s even a brief while where it looks as though Antonio’s taunting words from the start of the match might wind up biting him in the ass.

There are so many stellar moments in this fight that it’s hard to pick highlights.

Yeah, this one is definitely a classic.

Sean, alas, never appeared again in a match for BGEast; Antonio only made one other match (in release, anyway), Hunkbash 8, which I’ve not seen.

It’s a pity. He was one hell of a hot cowboy heel.