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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Grading My Wrestling Matches for 2012 (So far)

I was thinking the other day about all the guys I have wrestled this year, and I was wondering, how many of those matches I would consider to be "good."

By "good," I mean satisfying, fun, sexually exciting, or just generally worth it.  So, what I did was make a list of all the guys I've wrestled (some of which I have wrestled more than once this year) and gave each guy a score from 1 (bad) to 5 (great) in five categories:

  • Appearance
  • Attitude
  • Quality of the match
  • Was there sex?
  • Would I wrestle him again?

Now, please, don't write to me and ask for names, or for your score.  I will not provide that information.  This is intended not to pass judgment on individual wrestlers so much as to give me an idea of how my wrestling as gone over-all.  Obviously, you guys who have been reading my posts this year already know that I've had a few bad experiences.  But, conversely, you know that I've had some really great ones, too.

First of all, how many guys are we talking about?  I counted each guy once (even if I wrestled them more than once) and came up with twenty-three guys.  That seems like a pretty high number for a dope like me stranded in a small southern town.  I think I have gotten to wrestle that many guys because I've been willing to travel (to Chicago, St. Louis, and Memphis).  But, several guys have come to town to wrestle me - and I am very, very grateful for it.

Since a 5 represents the top score a guy can get in a category and there are five categories, a twenty-five is a perfect score.  And there were several perfect scores.  I count five of them.  These were guys who had great bodies (for me - based on my entirely subjective opinion), great attitudes, who either were a pretty even match for me or were willing to work with me to make it seem so, there was sex (of some sort) and I would willingly wrestle them again.

There were several great matches I had that suffered in their total scores because we did not have sex or because the guy might not be that great looking.  But, attitude, sex, and quality of wrestling easily make up for lack of a buff bod.

Then there were quite a few matches where we just didn't hit it off, or the wrestling was too one-sided.  There was one guy I wrestled this year who had the attitude and the look, but was just too strong for me and not willing to give me any slack at all.

Finally there were a few matches where there was no sex, the guy did not look good, he had a lousy attitude, and\or there was no sex.  Not many, but a few. 

Here's the general breakdown:

Score 20-25  12 matches  52%
          10-19  5 matches    22%
          6-9      2 matches    9%
          0-5      4 matches    17%

So, what am I (and you) to glean from this exercise?

The vast majority of the time (74%) the resulting match is good and well worth the effort in time and money.  Of those, the majority are great matches - the kind you want to re-live over and over.

Some matches are just okay (9%) and some (17%) are not very good.  That means that (very) roughly, 4 out of every 5 matches are at least passable.  Pretty good odds, actually.

And, one last thing: is it just me, or is my bicep getting bigger?


Sunday, October 21, 2012

College Wrestling

You guys already know that I am nuts about college wrestling.  And, with the falling leaves, College Wrestling is just around the corner. 

In fact, in early November, the All-star Tournament will take place (I think in Las Vegas).  It will feature a number of great match-ups, but none have my attention like the Kyle Dake/David Taylor match.

If you've read any of my past posts, you've read about how David Taylor was pinned last summer by his best friend Kyle Dake.  The picture above is from the start of that match.  Taylor is on the right in his snazzy matching singlet and custom-made wrestling shoes.  Dake is on the left looking like he just slipped on whatever singlet came to mind. 

Taylor is a great wrestling story.  Good-looking and extremely talented, he was called the "Baby-faced Assassin" in high school because he looked so young but so often pinned or tech falled his opponents.  Taylor won everything in high school.  Multiple state championships and many national championships.  But college has been tough on him.

In his first year of competition, Taylor won every single match he wrestled except his final match at the NCAAs against Bubba Jenkins of Arizona State.  Bubba, a former teammate of Taylor's, caught David and pinned him before a gasping crowd.  I was there, and it took me about five months to get over that.

Last year, Taylor again won every match - this time including his NCAA final.  But then, last summer, he wrestled his best friend at the Olympics Trials.  Again, Taylor was pinned.

Kyle Dake, the best friend in question, is also an amazing wrestler.  He has won three straight NCAA championships, each one at a different weight.  And, it looks like he and David will both be wrestling at 165 pounds this year.  So, I expect to see them wrestle not only at the All-star Tournament, but at the Southern Scuffle, and at the NCAAs.  David has to find a way to battle back against Dake's greater strength and unbelievable flexibility.  Or, it may wind up with David, on his back, his blond best friend flexing and posing over him. 

Either way, I will be there to see it.  And I can't wait.

In the meantime, I intend to recreate my own college wrestling matches with as many guys as possible.  Are you gonna be one of them?  I'm weighing in at 154 this morning.  Getting bigger every week.  And I'm ready to get hot, and sweaty and exhausted with you on the mats.  Now.



Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Another Wrestling Week?

It's been about thirteen weeks since I started working out and eating differently.  I started at 142 pounds and am now at 152 pounds.  My goal is 155 pounds, so I'm getting close. 

Honestly, sometimes I can't tell any difference, but I am lifting far heavier weights than I was when I started.  So, I'm getting stronger. 

Last week was sort of a mini-Wrestling Week.  I wrestled two guys - one I told you about in my last two posts.  The other I wrestled last Sunday.  He lives in my home town, and I met him off Meetfighters (not Globalfight).  He lives fairly close to me and has his own home - two very big pluses.  He's not in outstanding shape, but he's thin and a really nice guy.  I liked him.

I'm not sure if it was just because it was our first time, but we did not wrestle very hard.  It was mainly just rolling around.  Still, I had a good time and I will go back and wrestle with him again.

I also, sort of, messed around with a guy whom I've been seeing off-and-on for the last year or so.  He is a little younger than me, in very good shape, and extremely enthusiastic in bed.  I've told him about my interest in wrestling, and he has been very keen to hear more and to even participate. 

He even bought a singlet which he modeled for me the other day.  He certainly fills it out, and you should see what he looks like from behind.  Not only does he have a great ass, but he has the most magnificent shoulders.  He's shorter than me, but his shoulders are broad and well-defined with deep cuts. 

I haven't wrestled him yet,  but I'm working on getting up my nerve to do so.  I think he's quite a bit stronger than me, so if I do wrestle him, he'll probably over-power me in no time flat. 

I'm not exactly sure why I'm so reticent to wrestle this guy.  He's handsome and nicely built.  He likes me and is so willing to accommodate me and my likes.  I think the issue is that I suspect that he will just pin me right off and I won't have a chance with him.  I'm not sure how I'll like that.  I generally don't like to just be beaten.  I like to at least have the illusion that I can hold my own with a guy.  I'm just not sure he'll understand that.

So, I haven't wrestled him.  Not yet.  But I am thinking about it.

   



Friday, October 12, 2012

The Rest of My Story

I arrived at his house on an absolutely perfect fall afternoon.  He lived in a beautiful, older neighborhood in town, and the houses were decorated for Halloween with carved jack-o-lanterns and fake spider-webs.   He greeted me at the door wearing a tight tank that showed off his well-sculpted shoulders and arms.  He was smiling, but I detected a slight nervousness.

We talked for a few minutes, and then gathered our stuff and headed out.  We had decided that we would oil wrestle in an abandoned office that his partner used.  The office was a short drive away, and soon we were standing in a wide-open space with thick carpet and no furniture.  We opened the drop cloth I'd brought and spread it on the floor, and we advanced toward each other. We were wearing nothing but gym shorts at that point, and we spent a few minutes exploring each others bodies.  He was taller than me by about four inches, and wider, too. He had such a well-developed chest--slightly hairy--and I couldn't help but run my hands over it.

Then, we stripped and began to apply the oil to each others bodies. He went first, working the oil into my chest and shoulders, down each arm, and then, finally, up and down each leg.  As he worked in the oil on my thighs, he would carefully "slip" and message my hard cock, working it just enough to arouse me, and then, playfully, moving back to my legs.  I took the oil from him, and did the same.

He had never wrestled before and was clearly nervous about trying, but I showed him a few basics - one of which - the front headlock - seemed to startle him.  I don't think it had occurred to him that I might apply that sort of physical pressure.  But he recovered himself and we began to grapple.

As I said, he was bigger than me.  He out weighed me by seventy pounds.  But the oil tends to even things out, and even when he'd pin me to the floor, I could work out from beneath him and climb onto his--admittedly broad--back.  I don't think he'd ever had someone put him in a full nelson before.  But his shoulders were so huge and the oil so slick, that even that momentary setback did not stop him.  He escaped and turned into me, trapping me beneath his massive, hairy chest.

It was playful wrestling.  Competitive in only a covert sort of way.  Even as we locked hands and tried to force each other to submit, we hesitated to apply full pressure, but, then again, I saw the look on his face.  The desire to try himself against me.  He got harder.

I got my legs up around his waist and began to apply pressure.  Again, this was slightly novel for him, and he was unsure how to respond, considering the fact that our hands were still locked.  He laughed, a nervous, funny laugh, and shifted slightly.  The pressure was getting to him, and then he released my hands and I sat up and pushed him over onto his back.

I straddled him and began to work him over, letting my hands stray over his body, working is cock, feeling his ass, then lightly working his nips. That did it.  He liked pec and nip torture.  I went in for the kill, biting and licking.  He moaned, and arched his back.  Then, almost before I understood what was happening, he shoot a salvo across us.  I joined him, jacking myself off.

Will we wrestle again?  I doubt it.  I got the impression that he was in this just to see what it was like.  His curiosity had been slaked and now he would move on.  But, then again, I was wrong about my take on him at the gym.  Perhaps we will wrestle again?

 

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Meeting at the Gym

Another pic of Pablo Papovitch. 

Time for a story.

I agreed to meet him at the gym.  I really wasn't sure exactly what he looked like.  I'd seen several photos of him that he'd sent to me online, but he looked markedly different from one picture to another.  I assumed that some were older and some were more recent.  Either way, he appeared to be very well-built.  Around two hundred-and-twenty pounds, and maybe five nine. 

I am considerably smaller than him.  At five seven and one-fifty, I am almost seventy pounds lighter than him.  We did not have plans to wrestle--according to what he'd told me, he'd never wrestled.  But we were going to work out together.  I anticipated that he would be able to lift much higher weights than me.

I arrived on time, and saw him sitting in the lobby of the gym, dressed in jeans and a pressed red-and-white shirt.  He was handsome, with a shaved head and a short beard.  He had a nice smile, and we shook hands while surreptitiously giving each other the once over.  I got the distinct impression that he was not too impressed with me.

We went downstairs and got undressed.  He was pretty fucking huge, size-wise.  He was built close to the ground, stocky, with a slightly hairy chest.  He talked easily, making small talk.  We walked up to the weight room.

We had agreed earlier that we would work on arms.  I think he wanted to see how big my biceps would get engorged with blood from a good work out.  We set to it, doing bicep curls with a straight bar.  As I expected, I could not match him weight-wise.  I just could not lift as much with a straight bar as he could.  But, then again, I rarely used the straight bar.  He plugged in his iPhone and put in some earbuds, which sort of put me off.  I figured he didn't want to talk much.

And he didn't.

We worked biceps, and then I led him to the tricep bar.  I like to work with the heaviest weight I can manage over several sets, and then work the weight rack downward.  I was lifting 120.  He was lifting 140.  After several sets, we started down, five reps at a time.  I went first.  120, 110, 100, 90, 80, 70 until my triceps were screaming.  He went next, and he was covered in sweat by the time he was done.

We then went back to bicep work, doing several different types of exercises.

Then, he pulled out the earbuds and asked if I'd like to go sit in the sauna for a bit.  I said "sure."

In the sauna, we were alone, and we finally began to talk.  He asked me a lot of questions about wrestling, and said that he thought he'd like to try it.  When I explained oil wrestling, he seemed doubly interested.

I was feeling weirdly out of my depth.  He was such a big guy and so muscular, that I felt like a little kid around him.  After about ten minutes in the sauna, we sat out by the whirlpool, in front of a huge mirror.  He looked up and smiled.

"Dude, you look so hot," he said.

I was struck by the fact that, yeah, I looked okay.  So did he.  We were both leaning back against the cool wall, our arms bulging.  I thought how I'd love to try and wrestle him, try to move him around.  He was smiling.

After a shower, we shook hands and I headed back to work.  I decided that I would text him the next day.  Give him some time to think about things.  But, then, he texted me.  He started asking me more questions about wrestling.  Then, he asked me to come over to his house and wrestle with him.

So, here I am, working my way through the afternoon.  As soon as I get off work, I will head to his place and we will wrestle.  I'm sure he will be able to pin me just from sheer size, but I am going to coach him in how to wrestle with a smaller guy.  I think it's going to be fun.

As an extra bonus, here's another Pablo Papovitch video.  In this one, he gets beat, but it's fun watching him wrestle Andre Galvao.  They are both such studs!




Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Who is in my Fantasy Tonight?

Have you guys ever heard of Pablo Papovitch?  He's a grappler who is just about the best looking guy I've seen in quite some time.  Take a look at that pic above.  Pablo is one hot guy.  Watch the video below for a good view of what he looks like on the mats.

Yeah, he'd be tough, but I would strip off my shirt and hit the mats with him, anytime.  Ya hear that Pablo?  Let's rumble.

Okay, did you guys hear about Orlando Cruz, the first openly gay boxer?  Orlando, dude, you are my hero.  Knock 'em dead!

And, Orlando,  if you ever wanna do a little mat wrestling, just to loosen you up, let me know.  I'm your man.

And another note: met up with my friend from Scruff.  We worked out at the gym together and - lo and behold - we are going to wrestle tomorrow night.  He's never wrestled before, so I'm gonna break him in.  Of course, he's 5'11' and 220 pounds, so he might just beat the crap outta me.  But he seems like a really nice guy and I'm gonna show him how a big guy wrestles with a small guy.

Best of all: he lives just up the road from me.

And, I've got another match on Sunday with another guy here in town.  My God, it's raining men...or wrestlers, anyway.






Monday, October 8, 2012

New Matches

It's funny how these things seem to go in waves.  Long stretches where no one wants to wrestle and I begin to despair that I will never get to wrestle again (I'm easily discouraged, aren't I?) and then, wrestlers, wrestlers, wrestlers.

I'm in the middle of a bit of a wave of wrestling right now.  Wrestling Week was only a few weeks back (and man, was that fun), and now I've got several matches lined up over the next few weeks.

I don't use Meetfighters.com that much.  The interface is so damned small on my iphone that I feel like I'm going blind half the time.  But I do get challenges off that site from time to time.  One that has really been nice is a guy from out in California that I've gotten to know through emails and phone calls.  He seems like a great guy--my size--and a real stud.  We are planning on meeting up in Phoenix to wrestle in January. 

Closer in, I'm headed back to Memphis in the next few weeks to wrestle with my friend from Nashville.  He was such a blast during Wrestling Week, and I have to admit to having a little bit of a crush on him and his out-standing abs.  This time around, we're gonna spend the whole evening just the two of us wrestling.  Yes, there will be oil.  And I will take pictures this time.  I didn't take many of him last time. 

I heard today from a guy on Meetfighters - got a challenge - and I just assumed it would be from someone in England or Spain.  Seems like most of the guys I hear from on that site are over-seas.  But...what the hell?  This guy is my size (roughly) and lives here in my town!  I was shocked.  Of course, I wrote him back, and (hopefully) we will meet up and see if we wanna wrestle.  It would be cool to have someone here in town who liked to wrestle.  So, I hope this works out.

Then, there is one hold-over from Scruff, the site I was on briefly a few weeks past.  I met a guy on that site who is very well-built.  Quite a bit bigger than me.  But he is interested in wrestling.  I am going to work out with him and we'll see if anything comes of it.  I have this idea that he'll meet me, realize that I'm about forty pounds lighter than him, and turn around and leave.   I don't know why I think that, but I do.  I may be wrong, but I think the criteria people use on a site like Scruff is a little different than what we use on Meetfighters or Globalfights.  We're looking for someone who would be fun to wrestle.  I think on Scruff the criteria skews more toward dating.  I'm not the pretty type. 

So, things are cool these days.  The weather is nice and autumnal.  I've carved a pumpkin.  Gotta rake some leaves.  I've dug out my hoodies and long-sleeve wrestling shirts.  As always, it's time to wrestle!!!

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Internet Infatuation

Okay, I've been working to gain mass since about July 19th, and here I am - October 3rd, and I weigh 151 pounds.  Still four pounds short of my goal of 155.

The good news is that I am lifting heavier weights than I have lifted in twenty years.  So, I'm stronger than I have been.  But, boy, gaining that extra weight is tough.  I think the problem (again) is that I am lifting five days a week, but not taking in enough calories.  I'm not sure what I'm going to do to get more. 

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I want to talk a bit about a phenomenon that I have observed, and experienced, a few times over the last few weeks.  I will call it Internet Infatuation--the rush of emotion bordering on love--that one experiences when corresponding with someone on the Internet.

A few weeks ago, I mentioned that I had signed up for an online service called Scruff.  It's an app you download to your phone or iPad and it let's you know what guys are in close proximity. I put a profile out there, mentioned that I was looking for wrestling or work out buddies.  But I got only a few hits from guys who wanted to wrestle or work out.  And none of those panned out.

But I did get a hit from this kid who did not have a profile picture.  He wrote to me, and I wrote back saying something like "Hey."  He then proceeded to write me, often.  I mean, several times a day.  These messages are basically text messages sent through Scruff's text service, and I got a lot of them.  The guy wanted to see more pictures of me.  Wanted to know what I liked and didn't like.  Wanted to know where I worked.  I did not answer that last question.

I tried to be nice.  Which was dumb.  I told the kid that I would not meet him unless I saw a pic first.  Instead of sending me a pic, he wanted to know if I would ever date someone who wasn't in great shape.  Then he told me how he walked sometimes.  I stopped writing back to him.  He continued to write me - becoming angrier and angrier that I was not responding.  So I blocked him.

That sort of thing usually doesn't happen with wrestlers.  I think you are more prone to see that behavior from general dating sites.  (I am no longer on Scruff.)  But I experienced it this past week on Globalfight.  A guy, who lives a long way from me, wrote to me and kiddingly challenged me to a match.  He was cute, so I wrote back and bantered with him a bit.  This went on for a day or so with us exchanging emails in which we described how a match would go between us.

Then, he asked me if I would consider being his boyfriend.  Again, this guy is around a thousand miles away from me.  But, you know what?  I wanted to say "yes."  I had gotten caught up in the give-and-take of writing.  You know how these email things can be.  Emotions can escalate and before you know it, you actually believe that something real is happening.

But, it's not.  Not really.

We are so isolated in our tiny islands of life.  Especially wrestlers who are gay.  We are sprinkled here and there across the globe, and even when concentrated in a single geographic area, we find reasons to avoid the wrestlers who are close.  These internet infatuations give us a momentary glimpse into another person's life and give us hope that we can actually live in a world where wrestling a hot guy is part of our everyday existence.  It's tempting.  So, damned tempting, to give in to these impulses.

But, you know what?  I am going to act rather than just email or text.  If a guy is really someone I'd like to wrestle, and he is interested (seriously) in wrestling, I am going to muster the financial and temporal resources to go and meet him.

So, next year:

Toronto
Phoenix
DC
Chicago

Bank on it dudes.  If you live in one of these cities - or in close proximity to one of these cities - and you want to wrestle, lemme know.  I'm coming your way in 2013.  But, you better be in shape.  I plan on being ripped up and ready to rumble.