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Friday, July 29, 2011

More Max Anderson

Continuing my Max Anderson fetish, here's another video clip of Max battling it out.  His hair seems a little more blond in this one and he tries to execute some sort of funky move that just doesn't work out well.  The guy with the tattoo isn't bad looking either, by-the-way.  I think I need to wrestle Max Anderson on video for the whole internet world to see.


Max, I Challenge thee.  Unless you're a lot bigger than me, in which case I challenge thee with a lower-cased "c."  I'm open to gear as long as none is involved.  Contact me via my blog and lets prove who is the mightiest of the mighty.  I warn you, my cock may thwart your more imaginative moves. 

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Max Anderson

So I was perusing wrestling videos on Youtube the other day, and I came across this video between a guy named Jax Holland (the blond) and another guy named Max Anderson.  I think I've developed a bit of a crush on Max.  He's such a clean-cut, unassuming fellow.  I really like his body and he has a nice face.  Unfortunately for him, he has a tendency to get his head stuck in headlocks a lot in his videos.  Max!  Keep your head up, dude! 

So, what do you guys think?  Does Max get the thumbs up?  Anyone know Max?  Does he still wrestle?  Lemme know. 

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

A Question For You

So, did any of you guys attend the Hillside Wrestling Gathering this year?  If so, I'd really like to hear about your experiences.  I wanted to go, but could not do it.  Primarily because I could not afford to fly up to Pennsylvania.  But I am always thinking about attending - just like I am thinking about attending the Clash in Atlanta.

So, how about?  Who would like to tell me about Hillside, and the Clash?  Either one.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

College Wrestling

I'm not sure how many of you guys watch or follow college wrestling, but I do, and  can tell you that this time of year, I begin to miss the excitement of the division I matches.  In the photo above, we see a match from 2008 in which Mark Perry (the guy without the facial modifications) is about to turn over Eric Tannenbaum of Michigan and win an NCAA championship.  In 2008, Mark wrestled for Iowa.  He has since gone on to coach.

College wrestling in the United States is what is called folkstyle or school-boy wrestling.  This is a distinct type of wrestling that is only practiced here in the US (and some of Canada).  The rest of the world practices what's called freestyle wrestling.  Folkstyle emphasizes the takedown (getting your opponent off his feet and onto his hands and knees) and dominance.  You are rewarded for how long you can ride an opponent - keeping him from escaping and getting back to his feet.  You also get points for turning your opponent's back to the mat, and - of course - you win immediately if you push his shoulders to the mat (a pin).

Schools are divided up into Division I, II, and III schools.  A school like the University of Iowa is a Division I school.  The University of Wisconsin at LeCrosse is a Division III school (I think).  Each year, wrestlers compete in what are known as dual matches - two teams of wrestlers.  Each team has a wrestler in the various weight classes.  For college the classes are 125, 133, 141, 149, 157, 165, 174, 184, and heavyweight.  I personally love the light-weight guys.

I can actually get pretty damned excited watching a college wrestling match.  And I mean that I get excited in every sense of the word.  When I watch a kid whom I've been following for years, I'm almost breathless with anticipation during a match - especially if he's wrestling someone who has a chance of beating him.  There is an element of sexual tension (to me) in a match when I watch as some young stud is held helpless before a crowd of his fans.  When he is turned over onto his back, struggling helplessly to escape, and at the mercy of his opponent, my heart is beating like a trip hammer.  And my cock is hard as a rock.

I've never really been turned on by pro wrestling.  It is too obviously fake to trip my switch.  I don't really enjoy watching wrestling videos where the guys are just going through the motions.  I much more enjoy a match where the guys know a little about wrestling and are really trying to submit each other.  I need to see the struggle, the sweat, the domination of one guy over the other.  The abject humiliation as one is beaten  and left on the mats, totally spent.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

What it Means to Me to Wrestle

My time alone in the house is coming to an end, and I did not get to wrestle.  I was so hoping that I would be able to get someone to come by, strip down, do a little posing, slather on some oil, and wrestle me until their cock was so hard it was pulsating and ready to blow.  But, that did not happen.  Not exactly, anyway.

I did get together with a friend of mine.  A nice looking guy who is a little older than I am.  He works out a lot and would be fun to wrestle but he finds my interest in wrestling amusing, and not in a good way.  I think he feels it's a little immature.  Perhaps too much of a specific fetish.

Well, maybe it is.  I won't try and defend it too much other than to say, and pardon me for quoting Lady Gaga - I was born this way.  Can't help it.  I like sex.  Find guys a turn on.  But I like to wrestle with them first.  That is my fore-play.  I like to feel their strength, to get them in a hot hold, or to be gotten in a hot hold and to experience something about myself that I just can't experience through regular gay sex.

Honestly, here at the cusp of the twenty-first century I feel that I should not have to explain all that to a potential partner.  But I did on Sunday.  My friend wanted to be with me and I liked his body.  No doubt.  But I just don't want to hook up with a guy and go.  I need something more.

The last time I wrestled a guy - it's been a week or so - I experienced something that stays with me for several days afterward.  I'm not talking about the after-glow of sex.  I'm talking about the realization that I've over-come my self-doubt, my fears, and I've actually stripped down and wrestled a guy.  Chest-to-chest.  Hands inter-locked.  Biceps bulging.  Cock erect and throbbing with the desire to try and dominate.  Afterward, I am covered in sweat, sometimes slightly bruised, sometimes pretty worn out, but I always feel like I've done something extraordinary.  I feel like I've over-come every bad day I had as an adolescent.  I feel like I've proven that I am here.  That I exist.  That I now know the boundaries of my own existence.  I know what I can do, and what I cannot do.  And I feel great.

Those are the kinds of feelings that I want all of you guys to experience.  I want you to walk through your day feeling just a little more cocky, just a little more like a bad-ass.  After you've wrestled a guy, and I mean really wrestled, you feel like nobody can give you any shit.  You start eying other guys and instead of checking out their asses, you're thinking to yourself, "Yeah, I could take him.  I could kick his ass."  You're not a redneck.  You're not a jerk looking for a fight.  But you are confident.  Sure of yourself.  And ready.  For whatever the world has to offer.

So, go out there and wrestle...hard!

Monday, July 18, 2011

The Dog Days

Well, it's another hot day in the south so we might as well all get a little hotter by taking a look at MMA stud Alan Belcher weighing in.  Such a nice, clean-cut looking fella with his red hair and clearly defined abs.  I'm not sure what the hell that tattoo is on his left arm.  It looks like Grant Gumbel.

So, anyway, here it is - Monday.  Time for work.  I did not get to wrestle this past weekend.  Which is a big old drag.  But I might get to wrestle either tonight or tomorrow.  I'm not holding my breath, but it's a possibility.  I heard from a friend of mine that I haven't talked to in quite a while.  He and I used to wrestle all the time.  I think the last time we got together was about a year ago.  He's my size.  Tough.  So, I'm hoping he can come over.  But, you never know about these things.  I'll let you know how it works out.  Or if it does.  In the meantime, think about Alan and those abs.  

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Coming Out About Your Love of Wrestling

I suppose I have some sort of balls to post a picture of myself after posting that picture of Tom Hardy yesterday.  I don't compare too favorably, do I?  Well, let's be honest, I'm not a thirty-year-old movie star.  But I'm not in too bad of a shape.  By the way, I'm wearing a pair of shorts that Mr. G - the guy I wrestled a week ago - gave me.  He told me they were too small for him, and I have to agree, they are small.  They're unbelievably brief.  They hardly cover my butt!  But maybe that's the point. 

Anyway, a friend of mine wrote me the other day and told me that he was slowly "coming out" to his partner about his love of wrestling.  It's an oddly ironic thing that gay men who love to wrestle actually seem to have two layers of coming out through which to pass.  One to their families and friends as gay, and another to their gay friends and lovers as a wrestler. 

I started down that road because of a book I was writing.  I wanted several authentic fight scenes in the book and told my significant other that I wanted to do some research.  So, I joined a Brazilian Jui Jitsu class.  Then, I started talking about MMA, watching The Ultimate Fighter on Spike and keeping up with various fighters. 

Next, I began to talk about college and high school wrestling.  I took a trip to Chicago to wrestle a bunch of guys and I told my SO exactly what I was going to do - well, not exactly.  But I admitted that I was going to wrestle. 

Since then I've started wearing my wrestling shoes to the gym, attending wrestling clinics and going to wrestling clubs in the various cities I've visited.  I watch college wrestling all winter on the Big Ten Network, and read Intermat ( - a website that is dedicated to college and high school wrestling.  I've met people at work who wrestled in high school and have even been asked to be an assistant coach at my old high school. 

So, now, when I come in to work on a Monday morning, my boss, a fundamentalist Christian, asks me if I wrestled over the weekend.  Friends ask about my matches.  My SO marveled at the extent of my bruises when I returned from Washington DC.  It's all just accepted as part of my life now. 

Yes, I know what you're thinking.  "But, you didn't tell them about the sexual side of it, did you?"  No, I did not.  That is, quite frankly, none of their business.  Besides, no one wants to hear about that.  So, I keep that side of things to myself - and between us here on the internet.

So, I urge you to take those first halting steps toward liberating yourself from the wrestling that only happens in your imagination.  Come out.  Embrace the real you.  Life is way too short to merely be experienced as videos or pictures on the internet, or as imagined scenes.  The real world is far more exciting.  I mean, look at the photo below - from my Washington DC trip.  That's me on top, ready to try and take down my opponent.  Don't just imagine yourself in this photo.  Put yourself in this photo.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Various Things

I don't know whether you watched Inception, but if you did, you may have noticed a guy named Tom Hardy.  I thought Tom was the person to watch in that movie.  Far more so than Leonardo DiCaprio.  And, I recently learned that Tom Hardy will be in the new Dark Knight movie scheduled for release next summer, as well as in a movie coming out later this year called Warrior.  The photo above is a still shot from that movie, and I think you can see why I am so taken with Tom Hardy.  Aside from the tattoos - which I can take or leave - he looks great all leaned up and muscled.  More than that, however, is his voice.  He speaks in a deep, smooth tone that invokes strength and masculinity.  So, I dub Tom Hardy my stud of the week.

On another note, here it is the weekend and I will have the house entirely to myself tomorrow and for several days.  But, guess what?  I have no one to wrestle.  I thought that Mr. G from Texas might be able to come up, but that did not pan out (more's the pity).  Then I had set my sights on a guy I've corresponded with who lives in Louisiana.  But that also did not pan out.  Then, I had thought I might get to wrestle a guy I know from here in state.  That looked very promising for about twenty-four hours, but then that match also went down the tubes.  So, Sunday, I will have all to myself to read, and hopefully, do some writing.  Not exactly what I'd hoped for, can you do?

This, in a nutshell, is the essence of the problem.  I love to wrestle.  Wish I could do it every day.  But, alas, I have no one to wrestle.  Cruel world, huh?  Thousands of guys log in each week and read my blog, but none of them are available to wrestle with me.  Water water everywhere, and not a drop to drink.

So, anyway, I hope you guys have a great weekend.  I'll try and write again tomorrow afternoon.  I'm sure I'll have time to do so.  In the meantime, lift a weight.  Run a mile.  Do a push-up.  And if you get a chance, wrestle...hard!

Monday, July 11, 2011

More on my Match from Last Saturday

I just want to thank everyone who wrote to me who expressed concern about my driving to meet a guy to wrestle this past weekend.  Quite a few of you were concerned that I did not know this man and that I might be going to get myself into trouble.  The truth is, as I've explained before, I've met guys and wrestled them before, so this wasn't really that unusual.  And besides, it worked out very well.

The wrestling itself was tough.  Mr. G, although my size, is stronger than me and he submitted me several times.  I would like to think that I might do better against him on mats, but I'm not sure about that.  Of course, the good news is that I don't really care.  I enjoyed wrestling him anyway.  He was really a very sexy guy. 

We wrestled on a king-sized bed.  And, as always, there were those moments when either of us was falling off the side.  And once, Mr. G had to pull be back from banging my poor head on an end table.  But still, we had fun.  No one got hurt.  We weren't going at it full throttle.  We were enjoying the competition, and the body contact.  We each loved feeling out our opponent, and we took the time to get to know each others' bodies.

Several people have asked me if I'm going to see him again.  I don't know.  I've invited him up to my house this coming weekend, but he has responsibilities at home and I don't think he can get away as easy as I wish he could.  So, I'll remain hopeful and if he can't - I feel sure that we'll try and arrange another match before too long.  We don't live too far apart.  So, it's certainly within the realm of possibility. 

Now, on another note, two of my favorite websites/blogs are in danger.  First of all, BAMmen on yahoo groups has been banned.  This yahoo group featured drawing (you can see one from a few days ago - a pencil drawing of two guys wrestling) that had cartoon matches between Tarzan and Hercules and other strong man types.  Some of the drawings were apparently too raw, and yahoo pulled the group.  I am very sorry to see it go.

Another website I like a lot can be found in my links: Rants, Roids, and Rasslin'.  This site also features cartoons, and its creator has been getting some really rude comments.  Not from homophobes but from guys who are angry that he is not producing his cartoon panels quickly enough.  I really like this guy's work, and I hope he ignores the jerks and keeps working.  If you guys get a chance, leave him an encouraging comment, please.

So, that's it for today.  Get out there guys, and find someone to wrestle! 

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Saturday's Wrestling Match

A friend of mine once told me that she thought all gay men wanted to fuck themselves.  At the time, I thought that was kind of rude for her to say, but then she'd been reading an article about Greg Louganis, the Olympic diver.  Greg's partner, his coach, looked exactly like him.  So, her speculation wasn't entirely off-base, at least as far as Greg was concerned.

I had a similar experience yesterday.  I got a chance to wrestle a guy who was exactly my size.  He was built like me.  He was my height.  My weight.  True, he did not look exactly like me - he was African-American, but my Lord, we were so close that it was sort of other-worldly.  And incredibly hot!  I know what you were thinking Greg Louganis!

And fun.  Did I mention fun?  He was a nice guy, handsome, and loads of fun to wrestle.  We could pick each other up easily, and...well...I had a blast.  I have to say, that Mr. G (let's just call him that) was one of my best wrestling experiences in a very long time.  I just wish we'd taken pictures!  I didn't take my camera because he'd sort of mentioned that he might bring his - but then he didn't either.  In retrospect, I really wish we'd taken some. 

Okay, I've got to go for now, but I'll write more about the experience later.  Suffice it to say that it was great.

See?  Didn't I tell you guys you just have to get out there and try to meet people.  Do it, man! 

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Answers to More Reader Questions

A reader from South Korea wrote to me and asked how I went about meeting a guy to wrestle.  What steps do I take to ensure that I am not going to get hurt or hook up with someone who is crazy.

I am a member of a website called  I typically (but not always) use that website to meet guys for matches.  I have a match set up for this weekend - so let me tell you the steps I went through to set up this match. 

I have been corresponding with a guy on the Globalfight website for several years.  I have never actually met this guy, but I have tried to set up matches with him in several different cities over the years.  We've never gotten together because of scheduling conflicts and such.  Well, several weeks ago I got an email from a guy in a neighboring state who said that he was acquainted with my other friend.  So, my match for this weekend comes through an endorsement from a third party.  That does not change the fact that I have never met either of these guys - the one I will wrestle this weekend or the one who recommended my opponent.  So, there is an element of risk involved.

But, Jay (let's just call him Jay) - the guy I'll wrestle this weekend - and I have spoken on the phone.  That helps a great deal.  You can tell a lot about someone by how they sound on the phone.  It's hard to give specifics.  Rather it's like whether your spider-sense tingles (a nod to Marvel Comics).  If the guy does not sound right, if he asks weird questions or doesn't seem interested in you or what you want - any of that can tip you off that maybe it isn't such a great idea to meet up.  Jay did not trip any of those wires.  He sounded nice and well-grounded.  Also, he looks good in the picture he sent to me.  The picture did not appear to be ripped from a website - it looked like a real guy. 

I got an email from a guy who lived up north one time - I guess this was back last Spring.  He wrote to me in a closely packed paragraph with no punctuation and no obvious train of thought.  It was all sort of bizarre free verse that ended with something like: "I am strong will crush you."  That was a very good example of the sort of communication that triggered my spider-sense.  Granted, the guy could be really nice but functionally illiterate.  But he sounded weird and vaguely threatening.  I did not respond.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that you have to use your common sense.  And, certainly, you have to gauge how much you want to wrestle the guy.  Jay is about half an inch shorter than me and weighs about five pounds more.  He is almost dead-on stats-wise.  So, I really want to wrestle him.  If Jay were six seven and two-forty, I might not be so inclined.  So, it depends on your motivation, too.  How much do you want to wrestle? 

Life is a bit of a gamble.  There's no way around that.  Sometimes you have to be brave and a little daring.  Not stupid or reckless, just willing to take a chance. Don't spend your whole life wishing you'd wrestled.  Do it. 

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Thinking of Trying a Testosterone Patch or Cream?

I have a friend who lives in Chicago.  A really nice guy.  A wrestler.  He’s
about 5’10” and 185 pounds.  The last time I was in Chicago, he told me that he
had been using a testosterone cream and that it had given him some gains in his arms and legs. 

He did look a little bigger, although it was hard for me to tell exactly.  I
hadn’t seen him previously for about two months, and I knew that he was working
out like a fiend.  So, was he bigger?  And, if so, was he bigger because of the cream?

I decided that I wanted to know more about testosterone creams and patches.  So I started reading up on the literature.  It seems that patches and creams are intended to address a condition called hypogonadism – or what they call on TV low T.  A male typically loses testosterone as he ages, but some men lose it more quickly – and they lose more of it – causing older men to lose muscle mass and to assume some physical characteristics of women (less deep voice, loss of hair, breast development). 

The creams and patches are intended provide a synthetic replenishment for the loss of testosterone.  They pass the testosterone into your body through contact with the skin.  The reason they have developed a patch is to allow the body to absorb the T slowly over several days or hours – while the cream is meant to be absorbed a lot more quickly.  Both patches and creams have possible side-effects – and they both can affect your female partners (if you’ve got one) or even cause problems for pregnant females whom you may come into contact with.  Have you got a daughter who is pregnant?  Then, I would say that you should think twice about using the patch or the cream.  Also, please read the possible side effects that are listed on the patch or cream – or that are readily available on websites.  And do not take T unless it’s under a doctor’s guidance.

So, can a patch or the cream increase your body size?  It seems that the answer is – no.  Rather the use of a patch or a cream might make you more able to work out.  And might enable you to work out longer.  Low T can cause fatigue and depression.  Use of a patch or a cream might alleviate those symptoms.  But, a T patch or cream is certainly NOT a poor man’s substitute for steroids.  I get the impression that some of my readers think it might be.  As far as I can tell from the reading I’ve done - it isn’t. 

I’m like just about everyone else who wrestles.  I wish I were bigger.  I work
out a lot.  I try to eat right.  But I am still a little guy – at least in comparison to many others.  I weigh right around 145 pounds just now.  Getting up to 150 is a monumental ordeal for me.  I have to ingest tons of protein and food – and it all seems to settle in my gut.  Even if I increase the amount of gym time and the weight I am lifting, it all goes to my stomach.

Here’s what this means to me: I am fated to be 145 pounds.  That’s “my size.” 
What I do with those 145 pounds is up to me, but that’s all I am going to get. 
Any more than that and I will feel bloated.  So, for me, the T patch or cream is
NOT an option.  I intend to accept myself as I am.

And I recommend that you guys accept yourself as well.  That does not mean
accept yourself as 100 pounds over-weight.  What I mean is that you need to find
your ideal weight.  The weight at which your body feels comfortable given that
you are getting a healthy amount of exercise and eating as well as you possibly
can.  That’s where you belong.  For God’s sakes, work out.  Run.  Walk.  Bike. 
Hike.  Do sit-ups.  Wrestle your friends.  Whatever feels right for you.  Do
it.  But don’t try to force yourself into being something that can only be
maintained through drug therapy. 

The whole point is that you want to be here as long as possible.  You’ve only
got so long to live – and so long to wrestle. 

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Fourth of July Weekend

Isn't that a great picture?  That's what I wish I were doing this weekend - wrestling on the beach with some handsome stud.  Feeling the cool ocean waters lap around us as we struggle in the wet sand.  Ah, that's the life that a wrestler should live.  A gay wrestler, that is.  But instead I am doing chores around the house and dealing with the hot humid southern weather.

Next week, on Saturday, I (hopefully) will be wrestling a guy.  I'll have to drive a few miles south to meet him and we'll have to wrestle in a hotel room,  But that's okay.  Based on pictures of him that he has sent me and after talking to him on the phone, I feel that we should have a great time.  He's very handsome - muscular. 

The hygiene discussion continues in my email and texts.  I've had quite a few guys write me about nose and ear hair.  Yeah, you read that right.  And I think I understand their aversion to those two forms of excess hair.  I have a friend - he's not a wrestler, just a bud - who never trims his ears.  He has the furriest ears of anyone I've ever seen.  It's odd and a little off-putting.  I mentioned it to him once, several years ago, and he trimmed them up.  But then it all came back as hair as a tendency to do, and now he just lets it grow.  When he turns into the light his ears appear like a mating display from some form of exotic lizard. 

Nose hair...well that's just a result of age.  We all get nose hairs as we get older and we pluck them out and trim them - use those whirling nose-hair thingies - and a week later there's another one waving at us from the bathroom mirror.  It's even worse when they're white.  Deal with that kids.  But, yes I do trim my nose and ear hair before a match and I suggest you give yourself the once over too.  Judging from my emails, guys don't like that much.

Another topic which has come up quite a bit in emails is the use of testosterone patches by guys who are trying to gain muscle mass.  I've had at least two emails on this subject this past week, and I've been doing some research on the topic over the last few days.  I'll write on that either tomorrow or Monday.

Well, I hope you all have a great weekend.  To my American friends, have a happy fourth.  To my friends around the world, have a great weekend.  I hope you wrestle.  And if you do, drop me a line and tell me about it.  And as always, wrestle hard.