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Saturday, December 31, 2011

Out With 2011

The picture above is from a video that can be found at www.rockhardwrestling.com.  I think that web site has some of the best looking guys in their videos.  I especially like Trent Novak, a guy who is really cut and just looks like someone who would be a blast to wrestle.  Here's a picture of Trent.

Anyway, here we are in the final moments of the old year.  I was pretty lucky this morning.  I got to wrestle a guy who lives here in town.  I haven't had a match in quite a few weeks, so when I got the email from Mr. I asking me to come over, I was up and ready to go. 

He's about 210 pounds, 5'7", 15 inch arms (maybe bigger) - so he's a little big for me, but my God he's fun to wrestle.  What a stud and I crawl all over him in every match we have.  He made me tap out twice, but I got him once.

I think I'm pretty fortunate to have him here in town.  He lives relatively close by.  He has his own house with a room that is convertible into a wrestling room.  And he's a nice guy.  I would like to take some pictures of the two of us wrestling some day, but he's under the impression that he's a little over weight right now (he looks great) - so maybe some day.

I hope you guys are getting to wrestle.  I live for it, and every time I come home from a match, I feel so alive.

Here's wishing you a happy, safe, and wrestle-ful New Year.  I hope all your wrestling dreams come true.  See ya in 2012.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Plans for the Coming Year

So, it's almost a new year.  And, I guess it's time to settle on some resolutions, right? 

Wrong.

This year resolve to have no resolutions.  What good does it do you to plan on getting more exercise?  On running twenty miles a week?  On joining a gym?  You've been down that road before and where has it gotten you? 

Making resolutions.  Again.

Instead of marking the new year by deciding to change, instead, decide that today you will do something.  Get out of the house, walk, run, ride a bike.  Too cold?  Do crunches, sit-up, push-ups.  Can't do more than three push-ups?  Do three push-ups.  Rest an hour.  Do three more.  Rest an hour.  Do three more.

This year, we work.  Not just at the job, but everywhere in our lives.  Dan Gable, the great college wrestler, once said that there is no problem that can't be fixed through hard work, and he's right.  There is nothing in your life that cannot be turned around.  All you need to do is work.  Clean your house.  Take out the garbage.  Shovel the snow.  Get your car serviced.  Pay your bills.  Work, dude.  That's what made America great and that's what will solve ALL of your problems. 

Are you over-weight?  Then work.  Work to get it off.  Throw away the food that is bad for you and only buy food that is good for you.  Run. Walk.  Ride a bike.  Run in place.  Work, dude.  Now.

Are you wasting whole days in front of the TV or PC?  Turn it off.  Mop the floor.  Dust your belongings.  Just get up and move. 

Are you depressed?  Stand up.  Force yourself to stand up, right now.  Now, walk from one end of your apartment or home to the other.  Again.  Do it again.  Now once more.  Keep moving.  Work.  It won't solve your depression (I know, I've been there) but it will help. 

So, 2012?  Not the year of the rat or the dog, but the year of WORK.  Hard work.  Work that makes you sweat like a man, like a whole person.  Work that will change your life and make you - well, you. 

Thursday, December 22, 2011

December 22nd

I don't know how the weather is where you guys are, but where I live it's dark and cold and rainy. 

I'm off work today, and I really don't have anything in particular I need to do.  The Christmas presents are bought and wrapped.  The tree is up.  The house is reasonably clean.

So, what should I do to fill up my day?

Well, I suppose I could jerk off all day, but that is NOT what I'm going to do.  Instead, I am going to work out.  But, before I get started I need a little inspiration. I need some jock dude to serve as an example, a guiding light, a shining star by which I will navigate my sweaty self to a higher plain of physical consciousness.

I choose Frank Molinaro of Penn State's wrestling team.  Frank was runner up last year at the NCAAs.  He lost to Kyle Dake of Cornell, but that does not blunt my unweavering admiration for Frank.  Not in the least.  Here's a look at Frank - the Gorilla-Hulk (that's what they call him).

He looks huge doesn't he?  Well, he's not.  I doubt Frank is any taller than 5'6".  He weighs 157 pounds.  So this is no monster linebacker type fella.  Instead, this is a sawed-off stud who looks pretty damned hot in a singlet.  And, here's Frank without a shirt.

Okay, there's the inspiration.  Now, what do I do with it?  Well, I'm stuck in the house so here is what I plan to accomplish:

Run on the treadmill for 30 minutes.

100 Push-ups

100 Pull-ups (I have a pull-up bar in a door frame)

100 crunches with a thirty-pound weight on my chest

Three sets of over-head presses with 30-pound weights

Three sets of front raises (twenty-pound weights)

Three sets of lateral raises (twenty-pond weights)

My point in all this is NOT to brag about my work-out.  It is, instead, to demonstrate to you that even if you are stuck in the house, you can work out.  Okay, you don't have a pull-up bar, so - do push-ups.  You don't have a treadmill?  Run in place with knees up high.  You can do it, dudes.  Don't wait until New Year's Day to begin a new routine.  Do it, NOW.

And if you lack inspiration, just think about Frank. 

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

2011 - An Overview of the Best...and the Worst

2011 is coming to a close and in spite of the fact that the end of the year has been a bit over-shadowed by work, it has been a great year for wrestling.  I mean, for me, personally, getting to wrestle.  Sitting here on this cold, gray morning, I decided that it would be a good time to look back on all the guys I've wrestled this past year and mark the highs, and the lows of those encounters.  Amazingly, I've had very few lows. 

Starting way back in January when a "Green Hornet" movie still seemed like it might be a good idea, I got my first taste of wrestling in the second week of the year wrestling with my good friend Mr. A in Chicago.  It was a cold trip up north, but I was kept warm on his mats and in the gym, working out, flexing, and wrestling.  That, my friends, was a definite high. 

About a week later I wrestled Mr. J here in my hometown.  He's a really nice guy.  Much younger than me, but sort of heavy.  He looks like Harry Potter.  Wrestling is maybe a bit of a stretch here.  He was actually far more interested in sex - and sort of bondage sex at that.  I tried to be a good sport, but in the words of Margaret Cho - "This is just not me."

February came along, bleak and cold.  I did not wrestle anyone the whole month, but I watched a lot of wrestling on TV - and by wrestling, I mean college wrestling.  Big Ten Network.  I was especially interested in watching David Taylor from Penn State.  He made it all the way to the end of February without a loss.   Here's David:

 In March I got to wrestle my friend in Chicago again and went on a long trip to Philly to watch the NCAA's.  I had an outrageously great time.  I wrestled several guys in Philly - me wrestling every evening while every day I watched college wrestling live with my good buddy and wrestling friend the Grizz from St. Louis.  At one point I got to wrestle two guys at one time - both of them were very close to my size and build - and I had such a great time.  That was a wonderful trip.  I'm headed to St. Louis in March of 2012 to watch the NCAA championships again.  The only bad thing about Philly was watching David Taylor get pinned in the finals by Bubba Jenkins.  That was a shock, let me tell you.

In April I wrestled one time, again with Mr. J from here in town.  May was sort of barren as well.  Although I did wrestle Mr. T (not the Mr. T) - a guy from the southern part of my state.  Although he professed to be straight, we had a good match.  He was quite a bit bigger than me, but I still gave him a hard time.

June was another great month.  I flew to Washington DC and wrestled guys every day.  Probably the best thing about that trip was meeting M, a now-close friend of mine.  We wrestled and then had dinner.  Since then we've stayed in touch.  I also  got to wrestle some of the guys from the DC area and that was great, too.  They had a friend who let us borrow his basement and mats - and we wrestled all morning one day. 

July introduced me to Mr. G, a guy from Texas who drove up and wrestled me.  He is my size and extremely hot.  We had the best time wrestling.  I want to wrestle him over and over again, but distance and time make it difficult.  Below is a picture of the two of us going at it. 


August I wrestled Mr. G again and, later in the month, a guy whom I'd wrestled years before.  We spent one Saturday morning wrestling and taking pictures.

The rest of the year saw my wrestling sort of fall off.  I did wrestle a guy here in town a month ago - Mr. I - who was really hot and fun to wrestle.  Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to be available very often.  Too bad.

The new year coming up has some promise, but I expect work to be very intense and for me to have to work a lot of overtime hours.  I'm off right now, but oddly have not been able to scare up a match.  So, I'm running and working out and preparing for the holiday.  I hope you guys have a great Christmas and New Years, and I hope to see you sometime in 2012! 

Saturday, December 3, 2011

The Holidays

Work, work, work.  That's all I do is work.

Well, not exactly.  I got a chance to wrestle this morning - sort of out-of-the-blue.  A guy who has been on global for years but who has not responded to messages suddenly showed up and wanted to wrestle.  I had never wrestled the guy before, so I wasn't exactly sure what I was getting into.  But I wound up having a great time.

This fella, let's call him Mr. I - lives by himself and has a room that he can dedicate to wrestling.  He's built.  Stocky and muscular (the way I like 'em) and really a nice guy.  Although he's heavier than me, we wrestled for quite a while this morning and had a great time at it.  He really knows how to keep a match going, applying holds and releasing, and letting me do the same.

Even better, he wants to try and arrange a monthly or even weekly get-together for guys who want to wrestle.  He is in the process of buying some mats for his garage, and he says he knows a few other guys who he says will want to come over and wrestle.  Where in the world he has found some other guys in my area, I have no idea.  I can't hardly find anyone!  So, this all looks pretty hopeful.  Of course, as you well know, it may all fall through.

Meanwhile I continue running, working out (as much as possible) and wrestling when ever I get the chance.  I'm planning on a trip to DC next Spring just to wrestle.  There are several guys in the DC area that I love to get naked and grapple with (you know who you are) so I hope they will be available.

Until then, I will lift and run and sweat as much as time allows.   Wrestle hard, dudes!

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving

Hi guys. Wow, how long has it been since I posted?  It seems like forever!  Work has been a bear lately.  Sometimes it takes over my life to the point that NOTHING else matters - and that has been the case in he last few weeks.  Hopefully, things will settle down some going forward, but I'm not sure. 

The guy in the picture above?  I have no idea who he he.  I just thought he looked cute and I would love to wrestle him.  He looks like he might enjoy a little scrambling on the mats.  And I get the impression that he's not too tall.  Maybe my height?  Who knows.

I am really wanting to do some wrestling.  I've done some over the the last - but mainly just in wrestling practice.  A lot of fireman's carries.  I had a 285 pound kid land on me.  And I threw a few myself.  It was fun.  In fact, it was the most fun I've had in weeks.  Since my trip to Chicago. 

There is a chance I will be returning to Chicago in a few weeks.  Unfortunately, if I do, it will be for only about four days and with several co-workers, so I'm not sure how much wrestling I'll get to do.  Still, utapout2 from Chicago is at the top of my list and if I get any time, I will definitely wrestle with him. Great guy.  A stud. 

Meanwhile, back here, I need to wrestle my buddy from Texas!  I haven't seen him in months!  Hope he reads this and tries to free up some time. 

Oh well, gotta go.  Hope you guys had a great thanksgiving!  We'll talk - soon. 

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Recap of the Past Week

Did anyone see that picture of Jonathon Lipnicki, the little round-headed kid from Jerry McGuire, on the internet this past week?  He's all grown up and all bowed up, looking tough with his shirt off.  He does jui jitsu, which means he's into getting down on the mats with another dude. 

The picture above is not Jonathon.  Instead, that's me last Monday night just before I wrestled a guy from Chicago.  Could I take Jonathon?  I say, yes.  But then who knows?

Here's that picture of Lipnicki:



I wrestled three times in Chicago--Sunday afternoon, Monday night, and then again Tuesday.  Sunday's match was tough.  Real competitive.  I had some bruises and scrapes from that one, and I lost all three of the matches I had that afternoon.  I was doing okay during one of them, but I still wound up getting pinned.    Still, the guy I wrestled is such a nice guy.  He's an old friend, and let me tell you, he looks mighty hot.  Hairy chest.  Muscular.  Just a real stud.  But I want to beat him.  I did once last summer but I need to do it again.  Oh well.

Then on Monday night I wrestled another guy.  He was amazing also.  When he walked in the door I noted that he had califlower ears - he'd been doing a lot of wrestling over the years.  He looked tough.  Dark complexioned.  Muscular.  Really short hair.  We wrestled for quite a while.  It was not quite so competitive.  More give and take - which I really enjoyed.  Tough but very sexual.  Unfortunately, at one point my ear took a direct hit and I bled like crazy.  Didn't hurt but wow what a lot of blood.  Still, we sopped it up and continued. 

I really want to wrestle that guy again, and if I return to Chicago, I hope I will.

Then on Tuesday I wrestled another guy.  He was much smaller than me.  5'4"  11 pounds.  I wasn't sure how much I should throw into the match.   He was so much smaller than me and he appeared to have very little experience.  Still, we rolled around for a while and then had dinner together.  He was a nice guy.  A student.  So, all-in-all, not a bad experience.

So, now I'm back home and it appears that I will be back in Chicago before Christmas.  I hope I get to do some more wrestling when I go.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Chicago Trip Day One

Sorry no pictures but I'm working off my iPad. Well, I arrived in Chicago yesterday and promptly got to wrestle an old friend of mine named Northsider. Some of you guys may know him. I think he is a really nice, handsome guy. In fact, Ive always had a hard on for this guy because of his build which is very muscular and his personality, which is very mild mannered and kind.

Unfortunately, I did not do real well against him. Northsider is very competitive and strong and I have beaten him only once.That was last summer.I lost all three matches yesterday.A bit of a drag, but likeI said,he's a cool guy and loads of fun the wrestle.

Tonight Iam supposed to wrestle another guy from here in town.He's roughly my size but Northsider tells me he's really tough. I hope I can at least hold my own. More tomorrow!

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Sorry I've Been Away!

Wow, how long has it been since I posted?  Wa-a-a-y too long.

Unfortunately, I don't have much to report.  I've been working like crazy and that has taken a lot of my time.  But I've also been coaching, and that has been the saving grace of my life.  The picture above I took this morning so as you can see, I've been keeping in shape.  In fact, I think I've been working out more than usual lately.  Of course wrestling practice three times a week adds a lot of physical activity to the mix!

I may be wrestling this weekend with a guy from Oklahoma, but he weighs like 235 so I doubt that will be much of a fair match.  As always, I want to wrestle, but potential opponents are few and far between. 

Well, back to work.  I hope you guys are doing well and getting to wrestle.  I will write again, soon!

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Wrestling

I've never been a huge fan of Taylor Lautner, but I post his image here because he plays a wrestler in his latest movie, "Abduction."  From what I understand, his opponent in the movie is a real high school/prep wrestler.  I think Lautner may have taken part in quite a bit of martial arts when he was younger, so I guess wrestling wasn't too big a deal for him.  Plus he's in super shape. 

Anyway, just thought I'd take a few minutes and talk about what's been on my mind.  I have not wrestled since I had the oil match with my buddy from Texas.  There have been a few bites, but nobody has actually come through.  Meanwhile, I'm staying busy.  Working out, working (quite a bit actually) and enjoying the fall weather.

Sometimes I wonder why I wrestle.  I understand that it dovetails with my sexual desires, but I think there's more to it than just that.  Wrestling satisfies me in ways that just sex cannot do.  I've had sex - just straight vanilla sex - with guys and I hate to admit it, but I don't really enjoy it that much.  Even when the guy is good looking, I need that extra element that wrestling provides.

I think that what I'm talking about is the rush that comes from knowing that I've put myself out there, that I've laid it all out on the line and gone for it.  I love the feeling of contending with another guy, of coming to grips with his masculinity, his strength, and his skill - as opposed to my own.  I love the awesome feel of two toned bodies colliding in combat.  Of arms and legs intertwined.  Of sweat and exertion.

Those days when I have wrestled with a guy, and I mean, really tried hard to beat him or to keep from being beat--those are the best days of my life.  I feel alive; like I've been awakened from some long, troubled sleep.  Like I've arrived in a new land, a new world, a new reality where I am capable and strong, and able to take care of myself.  Where sex is about strength and muscle tone and trickles of sweat running down into my eyes.  Where my muscles glisten with oil and blood courses through my veins.

Yeah, those are the best days.  And they occur too infrequently.  At least for my taste. 

So, here's to October and the coming winter.  May we all indulge in being men.  And let's wrestle...hard!

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Perfect Fall Weekend - Weather-wise anyway

I've been working all weekend, and am still working, but I had to take a moment and post a recent photo I got from my buddy in Texas.  This is from our match week or so ago.  It looks like I've got a pretty strong body-lock on the stud here. 

Sorry this post is short today, but I gotta get back to work.  Hope you enjoy the pic!

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Pic from this Weekend's Match

Here is a photo of me and my bud from Texas doing a little flexing.  I think this photo demonstrates what I was saying about our relative size.  He and I are so perfectly matched when it comes to height and weight that it makes a match with him incredibly exciting.

Here is an action shot with the two of us on the mats going at it. 

I've had a few emails from friends saying that they thought my description of the match was a little effusive - that I sounded like I like this guy.  And, I do.  I admit it.  I understand that he lives in another state, and that he has a life, but I have to admit that I enjoyed wrestling with him.  So I was excited.  I can't help it.  I hope I get to wrestle him again.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

The Weekend Comes to a Close

The art work above is from a blog I found out about from reading Rants Roids and Rasslin' - another blog that I dearly love.  The drawing is by a guy named Kalabro (or I assume that's his name) and I have added a link to his blog here on my website.  You should check it out.  The art work is great although it does have a strong S&M bent.

Anyway, what a great weekend it was.  My buddy from Texas came up and he and I wrestled on Saturday afternoon.  It was an absolute blast.  We oil wrestled, and let me tell you, this friend of mine is built.  Seeing him gleaming with oil was such an enormous turn on that I was hard for like two hours before we finally got around to finishing things off.  We are so evenly matched in terms of size (I think he's stronger than me) that it was a real turn on.  I wish it did not have to end.

I mean, we all have those fantasies about who we'd really like to wrestle and how those matches might go.  I got to live one of my fantasies out.  We put a tarp down and oiled each other up.  Just feeling each others' bodies was a real high, but then we got down to the tarp and started wrestling.  My God, it was great. 

That is how I wish my life was - all the time!  I know, we all have to work.  We have to engage in the world.  We cannot just ensconce ourselves in some hyper-sexual world where we're constantly on the edge of cumming.  But it sure it fun to try!

Hopefully I'll have some pictures to share from the match.  We took a lot.  If it's okay with him, I will post a few of them here.

 

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Still Alive

Sorry it took me a bit to post.  It's been a busy week.  And, I would like to thank everyone who wrote in and expressed their concern for my safety.  Thank you, but I've still in one piece. 

This week in wrestling has been extremely up and down.  At one point, it looked like I might get to wrestle twice on Wednesday--once in the morning and once at night.  But as usually happens, everything pretty much fell apart.  There was a guy who was coming to town who had contacted me and asked that I meet him Wednesday morning before work.  I agreed, cleared my schedule, and got ready.  But then Tuesday afternoon, he sent me a text saying he was not coming.  Like a dope, I threw my phone in my backpack and went to wrestling practice - and never took the phone back out.  So, when he texted me later that evening to say that he COULD meet me, it was too late.  So, I missed out on that.

But I did get to wrestle Wednesday night.  An old friend of mine came to town and we got together for a while last night.  Maybe some of you know him: Grizz from St. Louis.  He is such a nice guy - I've traveled with him to Philadelphia and wrestled with him for a few years.  He's quite a bit bigger than me (around seventy pounds heavier) but he knows how to dial it down for a smaller guy.  We had a great time.

Now, what about the guy I was going to wrestle who I was worried about?  I've spoken to him several times, set up a couple of meetings, but he's apparently got a lot going on right now, so we have not met yet.  I am assuming that we will at some point, but I have no idea when, just now.  So, stay tuned.

I hope you guys are wrestling.  I'm working out, running and drilling just about every day and I'm ready to take some hot guy on.  Texas: you know who I mean. 

So, everyone, wrestle hard!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Classic Conundrum

So, I got this email a while back from a guy who lives back east.  He tells me that he's getting ready to relocate back to my state.  He loves to wrestle (like me) and he'll have his own place with mats.  It sounds great, doesn't it?  I think I may have mentioned this guy in an earlier post. 

Well, he arrived in town and he sent me his phone number, so I called him.  As soon as we spoke I realized that this was a guy I wrestled many years ago.  He used to live in my area, had mats.  In fact, he was the absolutely first guy I ever wrestled off of Globalfight.com.  The bad news is that when I wrestled him oh-so-many years ago, he actually hurt me pretty bad.

I have only rarely been hurt wrestling a guy.  Sometimes I've gotten an elbow to the eye or a knee to the head.  Once or twice I've come close to spraining a finger, a toe, or a thumb.  But that guy got me in a body scissors and just did not know when to stop.  Even as I tapped out. 

So, here I am, years later and he wants to wrestle me again.  Should I wrestle him? 

I can't decide.

I've spoken on this blog several times about having a spider-sense about whether you should wrestle a guy or not, and I have to admit my spider-sense is tingling (Marvel Comics, 'nuff said).  But I feel like I'm a far better wrestler than I was then, and I also feel that if I speak to him, plainly, about my misgivings before we wrestle, I can figure out if he's a danger or not. 

So, essentially, I'm saying that I'm going to violate my own rule. 

Why?  That's a good question.  I guess I really want to wrestle, and I want to see if I am better able to handle this guy this time around.  I just hope I'm not making some awful mistake. 

I guess I'll let you know.  And if I never post again, you'll know that he killed me.  (Kidding!)

Sunday, September 11, 2011

September 11, 2011

I realize that this is a somber anniversary, and I am well aware of the significance of the ten-year anniversary, but I think I will leave each of you to commemorate the day in your own way and with your own emotions.  So, turning to far more hedonistic pursuits, let's talk about me and what's going on.

I did not go see Warrior, the Tom Hardy MMA movie that opened this weekend.  It has gotten good reviews, so there was no particular reason for me not to go.  But I didn't and here is the reason I did not.  I think it would have just made me really horny and I was not interested in emerging from the dark womb of a theater and having no one to wrestle.  I thought it would be too much. So I decided to  wait and see the movie later in the privacy of my own home when I can give it my undivided attention.  And yes, that is a euphemism. 

I did not get to wrestle with my extremely hot friend from Texas.  More's the pity.  But I did get to see him on Friday and we ate lunch together.  He is such a cool guy.  I really like him -  I mean, I like being around him.  Not only is he great to just look at, he's a good conversationalist.  Of course, having lunch with him was sort of a mistake.  It took up much of my lunch hour so we had to have speed-sex in my kitchen before he headed home and I scurried to make a meeting with a client.  Still, it was nice to be able to re-purpose my kitchen space.

I got an email from the guy who told me a while back that he was moving to my town.  He is the guy who told me he was moving here and had mats.  He said he'd be here either today or tomorrow, so I am wondering if that will actually happen and he will actually have a place to wrestle and have mats.  I remain hopeful, as always. 

So, anyway, I need to sign off and get back to work (yes, I'm working on Sunday).  I hope you guys have a great rest of the weekend and if you wrestle, do it like I do it...wrestle hard.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

The Weekend Approaches

Well, another week has just about come and gone, and I'm hoping that I have a wrestling match set up tomorrow night with a guy I know from Texas.  He's super hot and I've wrestled him before, so I really can't wait.  I hope it works out.  I plan on bringing my camera along this time so there should be some photos to share (discrete photos of course) not like the one above! 

That was taken by a friend of mine during a match a week or so ago.  The time stamp on the pic is not correct.  It was a fun match.  I suppose the pose you see above is my pensive pose.  I didn't really know that I had one!

Friday, September 2, 2011

Friday Before Labor Day Weekend

That's me in the photo above, flexing my guns (such as they are) and putting the hurt on scissormenow, a friend of mine who came up from Florida and wrestled me last week.  He's a really cool guy and a lot of fun to wrestle.  He has about forty pounds on me, but I'm in pretty good shape these days and ready to wrestle.

I've been really hitting the gym a lot this summer.  Most weeks I work out at least four times, and I run two miles each morning before work, and do two hundred weighted crunches (with a thirty pound ball on my chest).  I'm actually a little shocked at the amount of definition I show in the picture above.  But, then I'd been wrestling for about an hour when this photo was taken, and that is a lot like any work-out - it really pumps you up.

The weekend promises to be sort of iffy.  I have a funeral to attend tomorrow.  Sunday my relatives are coming over and I will be grilling out for them.  Otherwise, I intend to do a lot of writing.  I'm in the middle of writing the first draft of my second novel.  I'm hoping to have it completed by next summer.  But there are a lot of things that might get in the way: work will be very intense over the next year, and I'm volunteering to help coach my old high school's wrestling team.  Now you know why it takes me a day or two to post sometimes!

Anyway, have a great weekend everyone!  I hope you get to spend time with loved ones and friends, and I hope you get to wrestle.  And if you do, wrestle...hard! 

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

I Do Not Wrestle (today)

Man, those two guys in the picture above are going at it, aren't they?  Part wrestling, part fucking. 

I was scheduled to wrestle a guy this morning, but things did not work out.  And, I've agonized about how I'd approach explaining this to you guys.  You see, I was not able to get together with the guy - let's call him Mr. B - because he could not fly into my town on account of the fact that he had lost power at his home to Hurricane Irene and his mother lives with him and she's on oxygen which requires electricity to generate, and he needs to keep the generator running.  Obviously, in the equation of Mother's Life vs. Wrestling, Mother's Life wins. 

But it's not exactly that simple.  Mr. B and I have been trying to meet up for years.  I think I first heard from him maybe five years ago.  He has work that brings him to my town on occasion and we've set up maybe six meetings over the years to get together.  Every single time something has come up.  Usually it involves his work - he has to travel with his boss or a co-worker and he can't get away.  Earlier this year, I flew to his home town, and we set up a meeting.  At last, right?  But no.  Unbelievably, his father died.  Yeah, died. 

Let me say that based on the photos I've seen of this guy, he's good looking. Not too big (around 165 pounds) and pretty cut.  He doesn't want to wrestle so much as flex and trade holds.  That's cool.  But I swear I'm beginning to think that there is some sort of curse on us.  Really, I did not expect to get with him this morning.  I set up my plans to do so - cleared my schedule at work, took off half a day - but I knew that there was a really good chance that we would not get together.  And I was right.

All of this is a really good example of how it is to communicate with someone over the internet.  I've never met Mr. B.  Never spoken to him on the phone.  For all I know, he could be some fourteen-year-old jerk in Ohio who's fucking with me.  The pictures he sends to me are relatively unchanged over all these years.  It could be a hoax.

But I don't think so.  As I've mentioned before in this column, you develop a sense about these things that helps you to determine when to stop emailing and when to keep going.  In this case, I think Mr. B is telling me the truth.  I find it hard to believe someone would maintain this sort of correspondence over years as a joke for such a small pay-off.  I think he really does want to get together, and I will put myself out there to meet him, if I can.  Cursed?  Well, I don't believe in those things, but man, we've had a string of bad luck.  Still, I want to meet him.  I just hope it's not a big let down when it finally happens. 

 

Saturday, August 27, 2011

What Took Me So Long to Post?

Hey guys.  Sorry I haven't posted any this week, but between work, writing, working out and wrestling (the four W's) I haven't had much time for posting.  But here it is, Saturday, and I've got a few minutes. 

First of all, I want to thank everyone who wrote in listing their secret actor wrestling crushes.  I have to say, I thought my list was a bit odd.  Thanks for putting things in perspective for me!  Tom Selleck?  Really?  Maybe the 1970's Tom Selleck, but not the 2011-version, right?  Will Ferrell?  Yes, he does run around naked quite a bit, but you actually want to put your hands on him?

Of course, a lot of guys listed pro wrestlers as their secret wrestling actor crushes.  At first I thought this was a little odd - are they really actors?  But on second thought, John Cena...okay.  I get it.  He does have a nice body although I don't care for the long blue jean shorts.

On another note, I got to do some wrestling this week.  A guy I know from down south came up and we wrestled for quite a while.  He has about forty pounds on me, and once he'd get on top of me, I had a very hard time getting him off.  But I was stronger than him, and was able to submit him at least twice.  I had a great time.  I think he did, too.

Of course, disappointment was also the order of the day - or weekend - as I was unable to get together with my bud from Texas.  I was sure hoping to wrestle him again.  But he could not come up and...well...it's just as well.  I'm working this weekend, yet again.  Arrrg!  But soon!  I will wrestle him again, and hopefully get some pictures.  He's one of the hottest guys I've ever wrestled!

Okay, gotta go.  I'll write again as soon as I can.  Wrestle hard, dudes!   

Friday, August 19, 2011

At the Gym (Part 4) and some miscellaneous stuff

Before I continue with my story about meeting a guy at the gym, there is some Tom Hardy news that I need to pass along.  Remember Tom?  He's the guy I talked about a few posts ago who will be staring in a movie about Mixed Martial Arts called Warrior, and he will also be staring as Bane, Batman's opponent in the upcoming The Dark Knight Rises.  First of all, there is a story making the rounds on the internet that Tom was "knocked out" by Shia LeBeouf - the dude who stars in all those Transformer movies.  According to Tom himself, Shia punched him and knocked him out back stage during the filming of an up-coming movie. To this I say, WHAT THE H?!?  Tom, even if it's true, don't say it!  Shia's a punk.

The other story, posted on Britain's Daily Mail online site, was an excerpt from an interview with Tom in which he said that he'd had relations with men.  That peaked my interest as you can well imagine.  Of course, the story was accompanied by a picture of Tom with some pretty actress (I forget who) that I think he's going to marry.  So all that gay-ing around is in his past.  Tom!  Before you swear it all off for good, how about a wrestling match with me?  Think about it, dude. Then, after I've beaten you, I'll kick Shia's ass for you.  I swear it. 






Okay, back to my story:

That Saturday morning was one of those perfect late summer days when the humidity was not so oppressive and the sky was absolutely perfectly blue.  I was stoked to wrestle my friend, and a little nervous, too.  I knew he was married, so I was wondering exactly how all this was going to work out.  Just about fifteen minutes before ten I took off, drove across town, and got to his place right at ten (I'm a stickler for being on time).

He lived in a perfectly normal ranch style house.  There were a few kids toys in the front yard, and that unfortunately reminded me that he had a family.  Still, I bounded out of my car and up to the front door.  I rang the bell...and his wife answered the door.  I was a little shocked, but recovered myself pretty well.  She was nice, and asked if I was Doug's (have I mentioned his name?  It was Doug) wrestling partner.  Odd choice of words--partner.  But I said, yeah, and she let me in.  I was suddenly seized with the fear that I was going to be wrestling Doug in the garage or backyard while his kids and wife watched and I was SO not cool with that.  But, she was gathering up her things and shuttling her kids to a minivan.  They were off to her mother's for the weekend and he was hanging around with me before going to work that afternoon.  So, I settled down, and sat on the couch while all that domestic activity went on around me.

Honestly, in spite of the fact that she was leaving, I wanted to go.  I felt like I'd stumbled into some odd situation where I did not belong.  It was all so...wrong...and I really just wanted to bolt out the door.  But I didn't, as much for Doug's sake as mine, and soon she and the kids were gone.

Doug walked into the living room and sat down in a chair.  He was dressed in gym shorts and a tank - he looked good.  And he was in a good mood.  He told me she was gone for the weekend and that he had to go into work around one.  But that we had plenty of time to work out (his words).

I quite naturally asked, "Where are we going to wrestle?"

He answered me by pointing at the floor (which sort of confused me for a second) until I realized that he wanted to wrestle there in the living room.  He jumped up and pushed back the chair, and then asked me to help move the coffee table.  The room was carpeted in an ancient shag, and I had visions of carpet burns.  But he left and then returned with a big quilt which he threw onto the floor.  Then, to my amazement, he stripped off his shirt and got down on his hands and knees.

"Come on, dude," he said, grinning.

I hesitantly stripped off my shirt and shoes and got down on the floor with him.  He was impatient, and the whole time I was getting off my shoes, he was slapping the floor and saying "Let's go!"

We faced each other and he stood up on his knees and stretched out his chest.  "I'm not going to go easy on you today, Jack," he said.  "I'm going to get you in a hold and I'm not going to let you go?  You ready to be my bitch, dude?"

I had gone through so many emotions over the previous few moments that I had a hard time shifting into pretend bad-ass mode, so I just sort of grimaced and went at him.  We locked up and immediately I could tell that he was enjoying feeling our bodies together.  Unlike when I'd wrestled him at the gym, here he was not looking to submit me as much as to just feel me.  He was grinning like crazy and we took turns getting each other in holds.  He got me in a hold,  then released, and then I got him in one, and released.  This went on for a bit, until he got me in a headlock.  He did not apply real pressure.  Rather he just held me around the neck.  I worked to break his hold but he wasn't looking to end this.  He was enjoying keeping me under control, and he moved in close to me, working his legs around mine so that he was absolutely flattened against me.  That was when I realized that he was hard as a rock.

He pushed forward against me until I was on all fours and he was draped across my back, his arms around my neck.  He began to thrust against my ass with his groin. He was wearing shorts--as was I--but I could feel how hard he was and he began to moan.  So, I suggested we break, strip, and resume our positions.

Without saying a word, he stood, kicked off his shorts and then got back down on the quilt.  I did the same.  He positioned himself behind me and we were right back where we had been, his hard cock pressed against my ass.

I decided not to let him just take me, so I used his distraction to break loose and reverse him.  We wrestled for a while, back and forth, and slowly we got more serious about it.  Something told me that whoever won would do what they wanted, and I wasn't ready to let him have me.  I wasn't sure I could stand it.  So, I wrestled as hard as I could, and eventually I got his back and worked one of his arms around behind him.  My arm was around his neck, and he struggled for a bit, but then gasped out, "I give.  You...you beat me.  I'm...I'm yours..."


That was one of those moments in life where you hang, suspended in air.  I had a choice to make.  I could indulge myself--I'd earned it by beating him--or I could release him.  I understood his situation in life, his responsibilities, his obligations.  I knew he wasn't free, and that anything I did to him could be considered, on some level, morally objectionable.  I thought, for a brief fraction of a split second about the wife and kids who'd tumbled out the door and into the minivan.  I thought of the jingle of the keys, the wave of hands, the sippy cup full of purple liquid.  I thought of all those things, and I hesitated.

But then I fucked him.

So, sue me, I'm only human. 

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

At the Gym (Part 3)

Around nine o'clock we made our way out to the parking lot.  As we stepped outside, he stripped off his sweat-drenched T and let the night air dry his chest.  He shook his head and sweat flipped off like a wet dog.  I wasn't sure where things were going, or even if they were going anywhere, but I followed along with him to his car.  Instead of climbing inside, he leaned against the door and looked at me.

His smile was over-whelming, mainly because it conveyed so much and so little.  He looked satisfied, a little tired, but also sort of interested.  The way he met my eyes...I couldn't tell if he was saying he wanted more or if he was just worn out. 

"So..." He spoke first, and he hesitated over the word.  "...are we going to wrestle again...sometime?"

"Absolutely," I answered, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.

He just laughed.

After a few heart-beats, I added, "So, when do you want to get together?"

He looked off toward the gym and seemed to ponder this deeply, then he turned back to me and said, "Let's not wrestle here.  Let's wrestle at my place."  My heart leaped.  Then he added, "But not tonight.  I can't...not tonight.  But maybe later this week?"

We traded phone numbers and shook hands.  On the way home, I was flying.  Not only was I flushed with that feeling of having wrestled -- of having accomplished something, of having struggled and fought against another human being -- I was also flushed with desire.  I liked him.  Wanted him.  I couldn't wait to hear from him.

Of course, I'm old enough that I had gotten a hold on myself by next morning.  I knew there was a good chance that I would not hear from him again.  What might have seemed like a good idea the night before may have faded by now, so I looked myself in the mirror and steeled myself for the possibility of a big let down.  I wanted him to call.  I wanted to see him again.  I definitely wanted to wrestle him again.  But I'd seen the mark on his finger where he'd removed his wedding ring the night before.  So I knew that there was a really good chance that I would never see, let alone wrestle, him again.

And, over the next few days, my doubts and fears were justified.  I did not hear from him.  Sure I could have called him, but he asked me not to.  He specifically said, "Let me call you."  So, I did not call him.  And I waited.  And I waited.

Then, about three weeks later, on a Friday night, he called.  He asked if I could come over to his place the following day.  I tried to act casual (the fact that my smart phone had displayed his name when he called gave me a chance to collect myself).  But I agreed to come over.  As I pressed END on my phone, I almost jumped for joy.  I was going over to his house to wrestle.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

At the Gym (Part 2)

I arrived at the MMA gym a few minutes early.  The owner, a guy I'd met several times in the past, asked me if I was there to join the kick-boxing class that was going on.  If I was, I was late.  I told him I was meeting a friend to do some grappling.

The gym is in a converted warehouse space.  It is essentially one big room with a huge amount of mat space.  One side was taken up with a bunch of people doing a sort of kick-boxing, aerobic routine (they had dance music playing).  I moved over to a section of the mats away from them, sat down and started doing some stretching.  As time passed, and I stretched and stretched, I began to wander if I was going to be stood up.  I didn't have the guy's phone number.  We had just agreed to meet at seven.  It was now seven fifteen or so.  I made a mental pact with myself to wait until seven thirty and then leave.

As yet another K$ysha song started to play, I was just about to get to my feet and leave, when he walked into the gym.  He was smiling and he waved to me as he approached.  He was dressed a little differently than I'd hoped he would be.  He was wearing a pair of baggy shorts, sandals, and a long-sleeved T shirt.  I guess it was the long-sleeved T that most put me off.  He was showing so little skin that I was just a little put out.  Still, he had good legs - hairy and sort of muscular.  But still.

And of course, I was a little put out because he was late.  I am habitually on-time and have always had a hard time with people who treat deadlines and appointments as approximate times.  Still, he apologized - sort of - and I shrugged it off.  At least I'd get to wrestle him.  I could just use my anger. 

He talked while he stretched - just random things.  I wasn't really listening too carefully to what he was saying.  Rather I was listening to his voice.  He had a nice voice.  Deep and masculine.  Sort of sand-papery but boyish.  I liked his voice.  There was a calmness to it, but strength as well.

Finally, we started to wrestle.  He began on his back, which I had not expected.  I thought he would want to start in a neutral position (both of us on our feet) but instead he lay back and invited me to try and cross his guard. 

I shrugged it off, and went after him, but he used his legs very effectively to keep me at bay.  After a few futile attempts, I remembered an old trick I'd seen once.  I grabbed one of his legs and swung him around, then doubled back and got into his half guard.  From there, we really started wrestling.  He was strong.  Stronger than me, I guess.  But not by too much.  I was able to hold him on the ground and work on an arm for a bit before he bridged me off and worked out of it.  We seemed to roll across each other, chest to chest, chest to back, chest to chest, and pretty soon his T was wet with sweat.  He had a man's smell to him.  Not an unpleasant funk, just the smell of a guy and I liked it.  Liked the way he felt in my arms, the way our legs intertwined, the feel of the back of his head (he had very close-cropped hair).

He laughed a lot when he wrestled.  As though he was enjoying himself.  Sometimes when he strained to break a hold, he'd emit a faint grunt, sort of like a martial artist does to direct their chi.  For a while he had me from behind, and worked to get his arm around my neck.  I could feel his breath on my neck.  And he sort of laughed and told me that it was looking bad for me.  But then I broke free and we were on all fours facing each other.

I'm not sure when the kick-boxing class broke up.  We continued to wrestle, and I think for a bit a couple of people stood around and watched us go at it.  I was completely in the zone wrestling this guy, and all of that was merely the most vague movement beyond my concentration.  I was enjoying myself, too,  Enjoying the way he felt, his hairy legs, the dark sweat patch of his T that clung to his hard body, the way he put his hand on my crotch and lifted me, letting it linger just a second - or was that my imagination?

Finally, we broke and both of us laid back on the mats.  We were breathing hard and sweat was running down my face in rivulets.  I brought my T up to wipe my face and he reached over and patted me on the stomach.  I think he wanted to feel my abs, and I let him, holding the shirt up a moment longer.

"Man, you're a blast to wrestle," I said.

He was sitting up now, looking at me with a big old grin.  "Yeah."  He nodded, and I swear he blushed.  Then he looked down at his bare feet.  "Wanna go again?"

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

At the Gym

I had seen him at the gym many times in the past.  He was around five eight, broad-shouldered, with very short-cropped hair.  He had pale blue eyes and a sort of pug nose.  Typically, he dressed in an over-sized T shirt, but some days he arrived in a tank showing off his well-defined shoulders.  In many respects, he was just what I found attractive, although he was quite hairy, with hairy forearms and legs, and from what I could tell when he wore the tank, a hairy chest.

Initially we did not acknowledge each others' presence.  We would pass each other in the narrow hallway leading to the dressing room and barely make eye-contact, let alone speak.  But, as time passed, and we became accustomed to seeing each other, we smiled and said hello.

I work out in a part of the gym that is fairly secluded.  There are two areas with free weights - one below by the front door, and another at the back and up some stairs.  I always went to the back, mainly because it tended to have less people.  One warm June day, he showed up in my section, and we began working out side-by-side in front of the banks of mirrors. 

The first time this happened, we barely spoke.  But the second time, he put down his weights after a set, wiped his brow and stood there, watching me lift.  As I completed my set, and put down my weights, he smiled.  "You're looking good, man,"he said. 

I smiled back and mentioned that I thought he was looking pretty damned good too.  I was wearing an old baggy pair of gym shorts, a gray T shirt that said "Wrestling" across the front, and my wrestling shoes.  My typical gym attire.  He noticed and motioned to my shoes.

"What kind of shoes are those?"

"Wrestling."

"Really?  Do you wrestle?"

"Yeah," I nodded. 

"I don't really wrestle, but I do grapple," he said, apparently not realizing that grappling and wrestling were pretty much the same thing.

"Oh yeah?"  I turned toward him and asked where he grappled.  It turned out he was a member of a local MMA gym - one to which I also belonged - and he'd been taking lessons off and on for about two months.  He really liked it.  I told him that I was a member of that gym, and asked if he'd like to try working out together some time.  To make a long story short, he said he would and we agreed to meet up at the MMA gym the following night.

To be continued...

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

The Possibilities are Endless

I borrowed the picture above from the Blog - Ringside at Skull Island.  It appears to have been borrowed - in turn - from BG East DVDs.  I like the way the guy pulls his singlet out and away from his body exposing his nice abs.  I'd like to see the whole video some time.  I just wish BG East let you download their movies rather than have to buy them through the mail.

Anyway, I've had this fantasy for quite a while where I get an email from some guy who tells me he's moving to my town, that he loves to wrestle, that he will have mats, and that he really wants to wrestle me.  My fantasy came true the other day.  I got the email.

My town isn't exactly the garden spot of wrestling.  Although I'm able to get in a match once in a while, there isn't a list of guys waiting around to wrestle like there is in a town like Chicago or Philadelphia.  On any given day, my chances of wrestling another guy are low to zero.  So, the chance to have someone in town who likes to wrestle, who wants to wrestle, and who will have mats is just too good to pass up.

The guy says that he will be moving here in a few weeks.  He's bigger than me - no great shock there - but not so much bigger as to be out of the question.  His profile says he's around 180 (to my 145), so that's okay.  He appears to be fairly accomplished at submission wrestling.  He said he had a black belt in jui jitsu. That could spell trouble.  I don't even have...well, any color of belt in jui jitsu.  So I expect that he'll probably submit me over and over.  That's not a problem if he's not a jerk about it and beats me half to death.  Hopefully he'll want to show me some things.  Help me to improve. 

One thing that sort of took me aback was the fact that his profile mentioned that he liked to wrestle for top.  I really don't do that.  I have not indulged in any anal goings-ons since Reagan was still upright and functioning.  So, I guess I'll have to have a conversation with him about that.  Hopefully that isn't some sort of deal breaker with him. 

On another note, I am hoping against hope that I have a match with Mr. G - the stud from Texas I wrestled a month or so ago - this weekend.  Mr. G was so hot that I can shot just thinking about him.  And he's a super nice guy to boot.  I won't know until later this week whether he can get free.  Please keep your fingers crossed for me!

Meanwhile, I hope you guys are getting in some wrestling.  I've heard back from quite a few guys telling me who their secret actor-crushes are.  I'll list some of them in an upcoming post.  And, I still haven't heard from Max Anderson.  Max, come on, let's get to wrestling dude! 

 

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Guys I Want to Wrestle

I'm not sure if I have a type or not, but I do think it's fair to say that I like short guys.  They don't have to be real muscular, but that certainly helps.  For instance, among college wrestlers, I would really like to wrestle Brad Pataki, a guy who wrestled for Penn State until this past year - when he graduated.

Brad looks like a kid, though, doesn't he?  He's not.  And he's one of the better wrestlers in the country, so I know he'd kick my sorry ass.  But...still. 

Another college wrestler I'd like to get my hands on is Zach Sanders, a stand-out at Minnesota, who I would love to see win an NCAA but who probably never will because of Matt McDonough at Iowa.  Here's a picture of Zach.  He's on the left getting some hapless dude in a headlock.


If I were to cast my net a bit wider, I'd say that I would like to wrestle Kevin Connolly, from the HBO TV show Entourage.  I think he'd be a tough opponent and he seems to be in decent shape, although I could not find a photo of him shirtless.

I would also like a chance to throw down with Larenz Tate from Rescue Me.  He's a little stud and I'm sure would be tough to pin, but I don't care.  I wanna try.  Below, you can see him all ready to  box.  Nice build, eh?


Another dude I think needs to strip down and take me on is Marshall Allman, Tommy, from True Blood.   I know, a lot of you guys prefer Sam or Bill or Eric, but I think Tommy would be fun to wrestle one hot afternoon in the backyard.  We'd both start in just a pair of jeans.  Then things would get a little frisky.

How about B.D. Wong?

James Kyson Lee, from the primo-lame-o Heroes?

Yeah, now that would be fun to wrestle.  Jesus, he's got some fine abs, yeah? 

Okay, okay, I told myself I would not indulge in this sort of teen fantasy wish-I-could-wrestle-but-he's-too-famous shit.  But I'm working and it's about two in the morning (waiting on a program to complete its run) so what else is there for me to do?  Care to share your secret actor-crush?  Send me an email and tell me who you'd like to get all sweaty with on the mats.   Just keep in mind, it's late.  So please, no one say Kevin James.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Humiliation Part II

Another scenario that I find extremely exciting is the idea of a hero who wins and wins, but finally wrestles a match where he is beaten and humiliated in front of a crowd of on-lookers.  This past year, in college wrestling, I got to see just that scenario.  The guy in the photo above is David Taylor, a sophomore (last year) from Penn State - okay, I guess that's sort of obvious.  David was an outstanding high school wrestler, and in his first year of competing at the college level he won match after match. 





It was amazing to me, watching David win his matches.  I went to Chicago over last winter and watched him wrestle at Northwestern University during the Big Ten Tournament.  David out-wrestled everyone he met on the mats.  I was increasingly worried about him - wondering if he'd be able to keep the momentum going.  And, in his match with Derrick St. John, a tough wrestler from Iowa, David looked to be in trouble.  He almost got turned over and pinned in the first period, but he righted himself in time and won.

I then went to the NCAA Championships in Philadelphia.  There, I knew David would be up against St. John again, as well as Bubba Jenkins, a tough wrestler from Arizona State that David had not had to wrestle yet during the year.  Bubba has a history with Penn State and with David.  He'd wrestled for Penn State the previous few years and had worked out a lot with David Taylor.  He knew David's moves, and he was stronger than David.  But, Bubba ran foul of Head Coach Cael Sanderson and transferred to Arizona State.  So, when David defeated St. John again, the finals match was between Cael Sanderson's undefeated boy-wonder and a disgruntled and angry Bubba Jenkins who - we all knew - intended to humiliate David in front of a national audience. 

The question was: could he do it?




During the first period, David was not his usual self.  He did not press the attack and seemed to be holding back.  Jenkins was the aggressor, going in for single and double legs, but David was intent on escaping.  Then, just as the second period got started, Bubba (who had taken the top position) clamped on a cradle and before my astonished eyes, David Taylor was turned over and pinned right there in front of a national audience and - of course - his coach Cael Sanderson.  Jenkins had gotten his revenge.

The themes that emerge from this story - the innocent looking young champion winning victory after victory, the revenge-driven former teammate looking to humiliate and debase, the crowd of anxious on-lookers - all figure into a recurring sexual fantasy of mine in which I am fated to wrestle someone who I should beat - who everyone expects me to beat - but who turns the tables and humiliates me in front of my friends and fans.  I am sure that David Taylor derived no sexual pleasure from being beaten, but in my own fantasy world, I thought it was an amazing story.

So, what about you guys?  What sort of scenario turns you on? 

Friday, August 5, 2011

Humiliation

A golden moment in a wrestling match is that moment where you catch your opponent flat footed and pull him over, exposing his body to the mats.  He struggles, helpless in your grasp, sweat pouring from him, as he works to break free.  But it is all in vain.  No matter how he struggles, he cannot break your grip and you hold him, immobile, in front of his friends and other wrestlers, for all to see.  A loser.  Your victim.  Your boy. 

I have been the recipient of those types of holds as much as the giver.  More than once in my life have I been placed in a hold, made helpless, and forced to endure the taunts and sarcasm of my opponent.  I like to win, but I also like to lose, and it is this type of hold that I find most appealing.  I like to be rendered incapable of moving and to have my cock worked over, as I sweat it out and try, try to escape.

One time, several years ago, I wrestle this guy who came to town once in a great while.  He worked for the airlines so he was in and out on occasion.  I wrestled him one night in his hotel room and found out what it was like to be beaten and humiliated.  He wasn't so much bigger than me, and he wasn't so much stronger.  We were both about the same size, but he knew a lot more about wrestling than I did at that time, and he easily worked me over onto my back where he ground his cock into mine, working the sweat into a foam of lubrication that brought me to the brink of orgasm over and over.  Each time he'd wait until I was so close, and then relax the pressure, wearing me down and sapping my strength.



Then he rolled around and trapped my body by laying across my chest at an angle, his back to my head.  I was wrestling him in the nude and he began to work the head of my cock in his hand.  I tried to bridge him off me, to roll to my side, but I was trapped, unable to escape from his remorseless fondling and rubbing of my exposed and hard cock.  Like the wrestler above, I was utterly trapped and presented to the crowd as his bitch, his boy.  Then he spit into his hand and really went to work.  I begged him to stop.  I struggled, and fought, but eventually the pressure was too much.  I came again and again, and he rolled off.  I was spent in every sense of the word, and then...his slave.   

Thursday, August 4, 2011

What the F**k?

I looked at the post I put out here yesterday and thought I'd stumbled onto Tigerbeat.com or something.  I gotta get a hold on myself.  Like I'll ever wrestle Michael Stahl-David.  Like he even wrestles!

So, I'm getting geared up (figuratively speaking) to do some wrestling over the next week or so.  I'm hoping I'll be able to wrestle a friend of mine from Texas in about another week.  He is definitely one of my favorite guys to wrestle.  I'm still thinking about the last time we hooked up.  He's got this solid, muscular body that is proportioned just like mine (well, he may look a little better).  We wrestled all over the bed and then wrestled standing up in front of a mirror.   At one point he got me from behind and had his hand up under my ass and around the shaft of my cock.  I was so turned on.  I still get hard thinking about it. 

There is another guy I might wrestle in the next week.  An old friend.  He isn't really that into wrestling.  In fact, although he's always game for anything, I can tell that it isn't his real turn on.  I guess he just humors me.  He's way too strong for me, unfortunately, and since he doesn't really wrestle, he doesn't understand how to hold back.  I have to be careful not to get hurt.  I guess I'm still contemplating whether to wrestle him again.  As I write this, I realize that I haven't really decided if it's a good thing to do. 

I have to work some this weekend...drag.  But I hope you guys have a good weekend.  Get out there and enjoy yourself.  Do some wrestling. 

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Ruminations

I'm guessing you guys are a lot like me, in that sometimes you become fixated on an actor for no easily discernible reason.  One object of my fascination is an actor named Michael David-Stahl, perhaps not the most well-known dude in Hollywood, but one that caught my eye a while back.  And, as you might be able to guess, I want to wrestle him.

Michael is probably best known for his part in Cloverfield, the J.J. Abrams monster flick from a few years back.  Michael's character, Rob, really got to me for some reason and he's stuck in my head even years later. 

The picture above (yes, he's on the right) is from a very-short-lived TV series called My Generation.  I saw a few episodes on my ipad (the show was canceled after one or two episodes) and it wasn't very good.  Worse, I didn't really like Michael's character too much.  But, you can see that he cleans up pretty well, and can pass for a high school senior.  Never a bad thing in a potential wrestling partner.

I am under the impression that he lives in Chicago, and since I travel to Chicago fairly often, I think that if any of you guys know Michael or have seen him in Chicago, you should let him know that I'm ready to wrestle him when I come up.  Just a friendly match.  Nothing too competitive.  Unless he likes competitive. 

I have no idea where the image above came from.  It looks like Michael tripped and fell into the eighties.  Maybe a Michael Mann production with a soundtrack dominated by synthesizers and a drum-machine?  Perhaps I could offer to help him up and out of that suit?  Or maybe he's doing his Toby Macguire impersonation?  

So, anyway, help me out here guys.  If you see this guy at a bar or at the gym, tap him on the shoulder and point him to my blog.  Meanwhile, where is that Max Anderson?  He's dodging me. 

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Bane

A week or so ago, I wrote a post about Tom Hardy, an actor I saw in the movie Inception who will soon be in a movie about MMA called The Warrior.  I forgot to mention that Tom - I call him Tom since we're on a first name basis - will be in the new Batman movie - The Dark Knight Rises which will be released in the summer of 2012.  Tom will be playing Bane, the Venom-enhanced monster that breaks Batman's back - in the comics anyway.  By now you've probably seen the photos that have been posted on the internet.  Tom does not look like the drawing of Bane shown above.  Too bad.  I wish he did not wear a shirt in the movie.

On another note, thanks to everyone who wrote in to defend me against Anonymous Dude, the jerk who told me that I would never, and should never, wrestle Max Anderson.  It was really nice to get so many comments and emails from readers and friends.  Thanks guys.  But it really didn't bother me that much. 

The main reason I brought it up was to highlight how mean some folks can be on these blogs.  The guy who writes/draws the Rants Roids Rasslin blog has had some really unkind comments over the last few months, and I think that has been bothering me.  I really like the drawings he does, and it angers me that people are so small-minded and mean when it comes to what and when he draws.  I guess Anonymous' post just got to me for that reason.  As for whether I'm in Max Anderson's league, or anyone's elses' league for that matter - I don't care.  I'm too busy working out and wrestling - or thinking about wrestling - to worry about that.

So, Max, if you're out there - I still want to wrestle you, dude!  And again, thank you, everyone.