Saturday, November 16, 2013
Hitting the gym?
Naw. Those are easy.
Finding someone to wrestle?
Surprisingly easy these days.
No, it's the writing that isn't coming like it has in the past. I find it really difficult to sit down and bang out a few paragraphs.
I blame work, because, well, I always blame work. It's that big ugly thing that gets in the way of my fantasy life. I gotta work. Gotta produce. But I really just want to work out and wrestle and play.
On another note: there is a guy here in town named PSKBOB that I have been trying to meet up with for the longest time. We planned a meeting a few months back, and then things just did not work out. But, finally, we met last Saturday.
It was a lot of fun. PSKBOB is taller than me and weighs more, but we make a great match. There was a ton of give-and-take and the issue was always in doubt--which is exactly the way I like it.
And, he's a nice guy, too. Very personable and easy to talk to.
Next Saturday, he and I are going over to Joran's - a guy I met on Meetfighters - who has his own place. The three of us are going to (hopefully) wrestle.
I say hopefully, because you never know if guys are going to hit it off. Joran and PSKBOB have not met before. So there is the possibility that they may not like each other. But I hope they do. I really can't think of any reason why either of them shouldn't become best friends.
And it would be really cool to have a place to wrestle and multiple guys to wrestle. That would be like fucking great!
But I'm not getting my hopes up too high about all this. Every time in the past guys around here have attempted to organize a wrestling club, it has not worked out. There always seems to be an issue between two of the guys. Someone doesn't like someone else - and they won't show unless that person isn't there.
Arrrgg!! Drives me crazy.
Wrestlers, you gotta stop that behavior. Wrestle, damn you!
Anyway, so things look promising just now. I'll let you guys know how the meet goes next week. And, if anyone is interested in joining the group - even if it's just a one time thing - contact me. Let's go wrestle!!!
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
So, it’s been awhile hasn’t it?
Yeah, I’ve been off the circuit for a while. Not wrestling. Still working out and still running, though. I will never give that up until I’m in my grave.
Okay, no matches to report. I hurt my back in September and it took me some time to recover. I had a match set up with a friend here in town a few weeks ago. It was a sweet set-up. Oil wrestling at his house. Plenty of room. But I just could not do it yet.
Now, though, I’m ready.
I think I am going to be doing some wrestling the weekend of the ninth of November. Again, this promises to be naked oil wrestling. I don’t know if there will be any pictures from that match (if it takes place). I have never wrestled this guy before and I’m not sure he’d be cool with us taking pictures. Still, even though he’s a little bigger than me, I think this could be fun.
A friend is supposed to be coming to town in December, and I am hoping to spend some quality time with him. He is quite a bit stronger than me, but a really nice guy. We will be wrestling, I hope.
I am also thinking seriously about taking a trip to the DC area. There are several friends up there I need to strip down and pin. I always seem to have a good time in the DC area – although one of my absolutely favorite wrestlers has moved to the west coast (a damned crying shame) and another very close friend has passed away. Still, DC ranks up there with Chicago for wrestling fun.
I am back to working on Middleboro – I promise – and I will post a new chapter very soon. So, stay with me guys. I’m back in my singlet. I’ve got my wrestling shoes strapped on and I am hard as a fucking rock.
Who wants to wrestle?
Sunday, September 8, 2013
So, how am I going to celebrate? I'm going to wrestle. What else would I do?
I've been running. I've been lifting weights. Now it's time to come to grips with the reality of life.
You should do the same. Go find someone to wrestle.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Well, no one has commissioned me, but I want to try and urge you to define, for yourself, why you want to wrestle. Why you want to strip off your shirt and come to grips--literally--with your fellow man.
The pic at the top of this post is as good an advertisement for wrestling as anything I can think of. It captures a lot of the basic aspects of our fetish--our sport. Granted, the clean-cut young guy above may not be everyone's perfect wrestling date. I know some guys prefer a hairy chest or a larger guy. Maybe you think only pro wrestlers are really hot. But, that is not the point. The point is that we can use a pic like that above to start a conversation about why we want to do what we do.
There is something primal about the male form. Something that draws our eyes and makes us get hard. On some basic level, it's actually hard to see why a guy turns us on as opposed to a girl. They both have the same flesh. The same eyes. But with guys, it is the promise of strength, of masculinity, of fellowship and friendship. It is an arm around your shoulder. A big hand on your ass. It is a bicep flexed until it wants to pop and two rounded pecs just aching to be worked over.
It is a round, bubble butt. Two thick, hairy legs. It is childhood re-lived and adolescence re-awakened.
Wrestling is about getting to know someone. Really getting to understand a person. There is a reason why guys on wrestling teams hang on each other. They are used to the feel of another man's body, and they are unafraid of the touch. They understand that it means something more than just sexual desire. It means friendship. It means maleness.
We, as adults. Especially, gay male adults, want that in our lives. We seek out other men like ourselves who want to bond on some level. We are not necessarily looking for boyfriends. We are instead searching for the companionship that the ancient Greeks took for granted. The closeness that comes with physical exertion. The bonding that follows a well fought battle.
We fight. We box. We wrestle. We get each other in holds and taunt each other.
We fight. Not because we hate. Not because we are angry. But because we are seeking a better form of friendship. A more pure form of male bonding.
So we fight.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
My output has fallen off quite a bit, hasn’t it? That was not intentional. My real life just seems to get in the way of my wrestling life, sometimes. It’s annoying, really, but also somewhat unavoidable.
This has been one of the most unbelievably beautiful summers we’ve had done south in quite a while. I know some of the country has gotten too much rain, but down here we’ve gotten just enough and we’ve had several cool days. Not exactly typical August weather.
Man, it would have been great to get out in the backyard and wrestle. You know, strip off your shirt and wrestle with your buddy on the cool grass. Maybe under a full moon. I’d howl.
But, I have not done any wrestling in a while. I’ve had a few people contact me and ask to wrestle, but unfortunately they’ve contacted me on the day they’ve shown up in town. You guys know how that is. You can’t always shake loose and run off to wrestle. It takes at least a little planning.
Lately I’ve been re-evaluating this blog. I think I might have hurt a few feelings with some of my recent posts. That was not my intention. I’ve never meant to offend anyone.
That may be the reason I have not written much lately. I’d forgotten that I can’t write just anything in these posts. I have to keep in mind that people I’ve wrestled read them. The bad thing it that several of the matches I’ve had over the last few months have not been that much fun. I’ve talked about those—for the most part—so I won’t re-hash all that.
[Note: No every match I’ve had recently was unpleasant. The weekend in Memphis was fun.]
But my point is that it has made me a bit gun-shy about writing.
I am not giving up on wrestling. A friend of mine called me the other day. He’s had a rough time of it the last half year or so, but he wound up consoling me more than I consoled him. He mentioned that he was worried I’d lost my enthusiasm for wrestling.
I haven’t. Not yet. Although it has been dented a bit.
I still want to strip down and wrestle guys. I still want to feel their strength against mine. I still want to oil up and feel our bodies pressed up against each other as we roll and turn and try to control each other. I want my hard cock working against a firm set of abs. I want to flex my biceps and attempt to intimidate my opponent.
And I will. It will happen again.
I’ll just have to wait out this lean time until it does.
And I will watch what I write. I’m going to be truthful. I have to be that. Otherwise, why keep this blog at all? If I can’t express myself here, in these posts, then I’m back to where I was originally. Locked inside my mind. Unable to talk about my experiences. Unable to try and work out my desires. My likes and dislikes. Unable to express my unbridled joy at getting to wrestle a hot guy. Unable to speak about what moves me the deepest.
So, I will keep wrestling. And I will keep writing.
But I’ll edit myself at least enough not to hurt anyone’s feelings.
Monday, July 29, 2013
So, I went to see Pacific Rim. It was not very good. In fact, it was sort of terrible. For some reason, no matter where the robots were in the Pacific Ocean, the water always only came up to their waists. The monsters were always filmed at night in the rain, so you could rarely get a good view of them, and for some reason they seemed to favor day-glow colors. And the ending was stolen from Independence Day.
But, putting all that aside, Charlie Hunnam was worth the price of admission. I’m not sure what it is with me and blonde guys, but I really do like them. Give me a blonde guy, about five-foot eight and one hundred-and-fifty pounds and I am in heaven. I’m sure Charlie is much taller than 5’8” and weighs more than one fifty, but in my mind he’s my size and wants to wrestle.
I wrestled today. I had sort of sworn off wrestling lately but this is a guy who lives here in town and has his own place. The logistics were too easy to pass up. Too, he’s about my height and certainly no stronger than me. So, I like that too.
He’s not that great looking – body-wise. He does not work out and he’s hairy in a chaotic sort of way. But, he’s fun to wrestle with. In fact, he represents the sort of wrestling I prefer these days. Wrestling a guy about my size who is comparable in strength to me.
To be honest, I got into wrestling – real, honest-to-God wrestling—because I wanted to meet someone my size who was fun to wrestle. After wrestling about sixty different guys in the last five years, I can tell you that I never did find that guy. I did not find my ideal man. I met a guy who approximated the size/blonde hair thing – but we just did not hit it off.
So, instead of finding my ideal, I met…a bunch of normal guys. Yeah, normal, not always perfectly shaped guys who were, all-in-all, pretty fun to wrestle. Granted, I have hit a spell of duds lately. Guys that I just did not enjoy. But looking back over the last few years of wrestling, on the whole, I’ve had a pretty good time.
One thing I’ve found about my fellow guys is that generally speaking they are quite hairy. There are a lot of guys who have plenty of chest hair and, yes, even back hair. I don’t really mind that, although I think I prefer someone who is smooth. In fact, that is a fact. I do like smooth guys better. But, if I had excluded all the hairy guys over the last few years, I would have missed out on some fun wrestling and some really nice guys.
Another thing I’ve found is that there aren’t many guys who are blonde. Most people are dark-headed – or given my age—gray. I don’t mind gray. It can be pretty attractive, actually. And I don’t really mind dark hair. I do prefer a guy with a short, athletic cut, but, again, if I’d stuck to that as a prerequisite, I would have missed some great times. One of my favorite people to wrestle has dreds. That is about as far from short and blonde as hair can get. And he’s extremely sexy.
What I have not liked is that recently I have strayed a bit too much into the world of bondage. The psychologist I told you guys about a while back continues to email me. His emails are extremely detailed, and quite honestly, hot. He has even modified his fantasies to include more wrestling. But, he is also into restraints and even having a woman present. I’m not willing to do that. And I have begun to withdraw somewhat from the whole I-wonder-what-it-would-be-like-to-be-bound thing. I found out and I’ve decided I don’t really like it.
Side note: Mr. X in Texarkana – this does not apply to you.
So, here I sit on a Monday at the end of July. I have just returned from wrestling and it was good. We did not wrestle as much as I wanted, although he was much more aggressive with me than he has been in the past. I’m about to go to the gym and lift for a while, then I’ll return home and grill chicken breasts for the week’s lunches and make a big pot of brown rice and veggies.
And I will continue to look at pictures of guys like Charlie Hunnam and wonder what it might be like to meet and wrestle with a guy who looks like that. I might even jack off. I’ve got the house to myself. Why not?
Thursday, July 25, 2013
It's nothing physical. The hernia I thought I had turned out to be nothing. The pic above shows me today--I'm okay. Still working out. Still running.
The problem is in my personal life - for one thing, and in the way my wrestling has been playing out lately, for another.
My family has asked me not to do any wrestling for a while. Or, more specifically, not to travel to wrestle for a while. I guess I've neglected the homefront quite a bit over the last few years and it's time to settle down and mend some fences.
Also, aside from a wrestling weekend that I had in Memphis a few weeks ago - which was fun - the last several wrestling matches I've had have not been much fun. I have not enjoyed myself. This is primarily my fault. I had been willing to wrestle anyone. Basically if someone contacted me, I would wrestle them.
That is not a good idea. I've preached and preached in this blog that we need to use some common sense in choosing our opponents. I did not do that. Please, guys. Don't make the same mistake I have made. Think hard before you say yes. Look at the pics you are sent. Think about the size difference. Really think about whether you will be compatible sexually and physically with the guy. When you are a smaller guy like me, maybe you should think twice about wrestling someone twice your size.
Also, I've been getting a lot of invitations from guys who are into some pretty extreme forms of bondage. At first, I was curious. I am not now. Had enough, thanks. I think I will stick to wrestling for the most part.
I will get back to writing on Middleboro, but it will probably be another week before I get an episode on the blog. Please don't give up on me.