The Daddies of BGEast

What, precisely, is a daddy?

There really isn’t a definition of the word, I suppose, as it applies to gay male sexuality. I’ve always taken it to mean a sexy older man you’d want to have sex with.

Lots and lots of hot, sweaty, nasty sex.

BGEast has, over the years, presented us with some truly hot daddies.

Take Powergunz for example.

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Now, he’s probably not older than I am, but he definitely fits into what I would consider a daddy. Masculine, big, strong, hairy…oozing testosterone. You just want to get locked into a sleazy motel room with him for a weekend, don’t you?

I know I do.

I also consider this stud to be a hot daddy. I mean, look at him.

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There’s just something about a mask, isn’t there? I generally don’t care for tights on wrestlers either, but lately…I’ve been seeing their appeal. This stud certainly helps in that regard.

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Mac Matthias is another one I’d consider a daddy, even though he’s not that old and not that hairy. But he has that masculine, dominant energy that comes off as daddy-ish to me; I mean, that look on his face. Whoever is in the ring with him is about to get beaten, badly.

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Indy pro wrestler Matt Stryker is definitely a daddy.  Thick muscles, that body hair, and look at those powerful powerful legs. And that ass….but never mistake Matt for someone you’re going to dominate in the ring. No, he might let you get some early advantages as he works up a glistening sweat…but he is going to then cut loose on you and dominate you until you know you’re his bitch and he can do whatever he wants to you.

Scott Williams is also kind of a daddy; that lean, ripped body, that deep sexy voice, and that body hair. It’s really a shame he only taped four matches for BGEast. I’ve wrestled him privately a few times….and it was always a great time.

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Despite the yellow trunks, Skotch English just screams heel/daddy/dominance, doesn’t he? I wrestled him privately about ten years or so ago–we were locked in a hotel room for about eight hours and I enjoyed every sweating, screaming-in-agony, minute of it. And while hotel matches are definitely a lot of fun, I still hope to get into a ring with him someday. I bet he’s even more fun in a ring. His demolition of Mitch Colby for BGEast was one of my favorite ring matches in BGEast history–both men sweat heavily, and I do love me some sweaty wrestlers.

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You also cannot talk about BGEast daddies without Clint Morgan being mentioned. Big Clint–oh, how I wish I’d worked with him, either in front of the cameras or in private. Big Clint has always been one of my favorites…he is pretty much every imaginable wrestling domination fantasy all rolled up into one sexy and enormous package.

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And of course no discussion of BGEast daddies would be complete without the master of them all, the Brooklyn Bodywrecker. My private match with him is one of my all time favorites. He was the one I wanted to unmask me–either him or Kid Vicious–but it never worked out.

And now, back to work.

Too Much Heaven

If April is for abs, it can also be for asses.

And the BGEast boys have some seriously fine ones.

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Mitch (aka the Bitch) Colby’s body always gets a lot of attention, but it almost always focuses on his arms, pecs, shoulders, and abs (and rightly so; they are quite nice). But he also has a phenomenal ass, which no one ever talks about or mentions. Until now.

I mean, nice, right?

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And remember Kid Brock? He didn’t appear in too many matches for BGEast, but he was definitely memorable.

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Oh, the fun I would have had with him in the ring….

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As you can see, his ass was just one of the many reasons Brad Rochelle was a superstar.

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Rio, ah, Rio. Physical perfection, handsome, and dat ass.

No complaints with these three, either.

Z-man and Bulldog Barzini show off some lovely backsides in pink,

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No complaints about Patrick Donovan’s ass, either.

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Nor with Exavier’s.

I’ve always been an ass/leg man; for years there was nothing more erotic to me than being trapped in a brutal headscissors, feeling the thighs and glutes flexing and straining to get me to submit.

Any. One. Of. These. Guys.

I’d let them scissor me for hours….

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April. The month the IRS claims their pound of flesh, and the month when the weather begins to turn for the better–or at least it does in Louisiana (I hear it’s snowing in places up north, which is terrifying).

But April is also for ABS.

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Like Kirk Donahue’s. Nice, right?

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And Mitch Colby’s. You  could do your laundry on that washboard.

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Ah, sexy Alexi Adamov. Makes you just want to dig your fingers in and claw, don’t they?

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Look at that deep crevice in the center of one-hit wonder Troy Milan. Yeah, I just want to pound away at those.

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You can’t talk about abs at BGEast without showing off Josh Goodman’s.

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or, for that matter, Kid Karisma’s. And having pounded away on those myself, I can tell you, they’re like rock.

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And of course, Dick Rick, who could easily be the new Mr. Perfect.

And last but not least, there’s always room for one more….

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Reese Wells.

Who had/has your favorite abs at BGEast?

Still Life in Underwear

Calvin Haynes vs. Grant Connors is the lead off match in Calvin Haynes Wrestling Spotlight, and it’s definitely in my Top Ten matches of the past few years. I’ve already talked about my obsession with sexy Calvin; but Grant Connors is a fucking find.

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Like Calvin, he’s got a terrific body and is sexy. He looks like someone who was a jock in high school and has stayed in shape ever since, without measuring fat grams and restricting carbs after five pm and a slavish devotion to working out; this isn’t intended as a criticism but rather an appreciation. I have always loved and enjoyed that BGEast wrestlers are a variety of shapes, colors and sizes–everything from the ripped fitness models to competitive body builders to actual professional wrestlers to the sexy guys like Grant, who looks like someone you might encounter at a fraternity kegger that you want to lock yourself into a hotel room for the weekend with.

And putting the sexy stud in white underwear was just genius.

He’s sexy, he’s strong, and the boy can wrestle.

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Also: nice ass.

(I also love that the picture looks like Calvin is staring at Grant’s dick in amazement.)

It’s a terrific, back and forth battle where both guys dig deep inside of themselves to find a way not to lose to their foe; one of the better mat matches I’ve seen in quite a while; two sexy strong skilled wrestlers battling it out for the win.

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The classic arm-wrestling to see who has stronger arms.

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And even as the match gets nastier and the holds more brutal, the determination of each wrestler to not lose is fun to watch, as is the surge of testosterone.

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Calvin also puts those mighty, meaty thighs to work.

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Oh, to feel that power.

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Matches rarely end in a draw, and the taunting and sweating and effort–so enjoyable for us to view in the privacy of our homes–to become the dominant wrestler, as the beautiful bodies become more slick with sweat and harder to hold onto; my favorite part of the match, when both bodies are drenched and tiring, the only thing keeping them going the determination not to lose to the other…

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And the sheer pleasure from beating down another man.

Calvin Haynes Wrestler Spotlight  also contains another mat match with Mason Brooks–a savvy and determined mat wrestler–and a classic ring battle with beautiful Kirk Donahue. The matches show Calvin’s versatility as a wrestler and all the gear is designed to show off his mighty body to its best.

Highly recommended.

Go Your Own Way

I’ve written before about my slight obsession with Calvin Haynes.

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Do I need to explain it, or is a picture indeed worth a thousand words?

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He’s a sexy motherfucker, isn’t he? And that face! Love the way the entire face light sup when he smiles.

And dat ass.

Yeah, he pushes all my buttons; yet another one I wish had been around when I worked in front of the camera.

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And he’s hairy. 

And  thick.

He’s got a terrific body, but doesn’t mind carrying some extra weight–and for me, that makes him even sexier.

 He also has amazing legs, which of course means he also has an amazing ass.

I vote yes.

So I was pretty excited that he got his own wrestler’s spotlight in the most recent BGEast catalogue.

I loved his match with sexy Richie Douglas.

And first up for him in this spotlight?

Grant Connors.

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Oh, hell yeah.

…to be continued.

Please Come to Boston

Im not sure why this is the case, but there’s something about that distinctive Boston accent that I find incredibly sexy; maybe it’s all the JFK speeches I’ve watched over the years, but I’ve never quite figured it out. But all I have to hear is someone say pahk da cah and there you go. Back in my single days I used to love flying up to Boston and going to gay bars and so forth; it was one of my favorite places, and I hooked up with any number of hot guys.

Given that the northern BGEast compound is located just outside of Boston, there are a lot of Boston accents that appear in their matches…and Tommy Tara had one of the thickest. I almost immediately became a HUGE fan.

That flawless body also didn’t hurt. The Boss wisely had Tommy also wrestle in white underwear–even in the ring (see above)–which also has been a driving hot-button for me since the first time I noticed how sexy boys in their tighty-whities were, back when I was a freshman in high school.

Tommy not only had a thick Boston accent, a flawless body, but also had another Bostonish thing going for him–for some reason, to me he kind of looked like a Kennedy; with the gorgeous perfect white teeth and the thick brow ridge above his eyes.

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And given the spectacular physique, the fact that I even noticed his accent and that Kennedy-like look (to me) is saying something.

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Fucking LOOK at those abs.

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Yes, tighty-whities were definitely the right look for him…but actual pro gear also looked good on him; I can’t imagine what wouldn’t, in all honesty.

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Another thing I enjoyed about Tommy was his tough-boy attitude; which again, is something I always associate with Boston. Even when he was being tortured by an opponent, even as he was in agony in a hold or writhing on the mat, he was still defiant–he literally had to be beaten into the ground to have the attitude silenced–and usually, not even then. Case in point, the match in which I first discovered him, fighting long-haired stud Rolando in the mat room on Undagear 7.

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Outweighed and over-matched, Tommy didn’t go down easily, and was defiant until the very end when he finally, bitterly, grudgingly conceded defeat. And after Rolando’s triumphant posing and taunting ended with his exit from the room, Tommy’s anger at being bested was on full display as he swore and pounded on the mat in frustration.

I FUCKING LOVED THAT.

He fought hard, won some and lost others…and I wish he would have taped more matches.

Thanks, Tommy, for your time putting your body on the line for us fans.

Ain’t No Sunshine

When I was in high school, I read an essay by Mark Twain, from his collection Life on the Mississippi, in which he talked about how much he loved the Mississippi River when he was a kid and how his love for the river indelibly marked and changed and influenced his life, so much so that he couldn’t imagine doing anything other than being a riverboat captain when he grew up. And he did…learning how to read the signs of the river so he could pilot his boat safely, but in doing so, the river changed for him. It was no longer a big mystery; now he saw it as shoals and currents and sandbars and hazards for the boat. I’ve always, whenever I’ve chased down one of my dreams/fantasies, remembered that essay with a tinge of sadness, because I know exactly what he meant and how it feels.

Take Cole Cassidy as an example.

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I first encountered Cole Cassidy when I got the tape Ringwars 11. In it, Cole took on a young man who went by the name “Tarzan” Tyler Reece. Reece had a mop of long hair—very lord of the jungle—and he wore basically a wrestling trunks version of a loincloth. It was a terrific look, frankly, and not one I would usually go for. I’d bought the video (back in the day of videotapes) primarily for the Tommy Tara/Marco Guerra fight, but as I watched my way through the video—it took me a while to get past Match 2—Cole v. Tarzan.

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I originally got drawn into the match because of lithe, sexily lean Tyler—but it didn’t take long before Cole caught my attention—and kept it.

It’s not that hard to see why, is it? That fucking vascularity. Those veins are not only prominent, but enormous. A body builder doing a competition would envy that vascularity.

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I’ve often been accused of being a body fascist, which I’ve always taken with a degree of amusement. Yes, I appreciate the male form, and yes, I appreciate the male form that is in excellent shape—but it’s more of an aesthetic appreciation. I like all kinds of bodies—which is in no small degree influenced by my lifelong enjoyment of professional wrestling. Are John Cena and Randy Orton fucking gods walking the earth as men? Yes—but I also find the traditional pro-wrestler body, as evidenced by my lifelong attraction to some other, less body beautiful type wrestlers—Bob Orton, Ivan Koloff, etc. There’s a certain something that some guys have that I’m drawn to, and a lot of it has to do with how much they enjoy wrestling.

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Watching Cole in the ring against young Reese, he had that something I am drawn to—call it charisma, call it whatever you want to call it—he had it. It was also clear that he was enjoying himself; he was having a good time even when Reece had the upper hand and was punishing him. And looking at the two of them, it was clear who was filling the role of heel and who was the face; it was the classic wrestling trope–older, nasty heel taking on fresh-faced energetic youngster (apparently fresh out of the jungle), and it was a terrific, amazing match.

I began actively seeking out and ordering Cole’s matches; I became, as I said, a huge fan. It seemed that around the time Cole made his video debut was one of those transitional times at BGEast; when a new stable of stars was rising and the previous stable was giving way to the them. Cole was definitely in the mold of the BGEast heels I’d loved watching–Mikey Vee, Joe Mazetti, Cruz, Jose, the Bodywrecker–and it was fun watching him take pretty boys apart, piece by piece–and even taking on some of the previous generation’s heels in some terrific battles.

So, naturally, when I was invited to work in front of the cameras, and was asked whom I wanted to get in the ring with, without hesitation I replied, Cole Cassidy.

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Again, the definition on that body; the shape of the pecs perfection, the huge shoulder caps and biceps, the bulging veins on the massive quads, the hard and tight muscular ass.

That match has yet to see the light of day, but the “vault” matches somehow always seem to make their way out to the viewing public, so perhaps someday it will.

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Oh, that sexy sneer! I also don’t, usually, care for facial hair that much…but Cole’s just added to the nasty heel look he carried off so well.

But over the course of my first taping weekend–I don’t recall if it was before or after we got in the ring together for our match–Cole and I became friends. I don’t remember which night it was, but one of the nights that weekend we wound up being the last two people awake in the compound, and when I came back out to the living room he was watching The West Wing on television; a marathon on Bravo, I think it was. The West Wing was, and remains, one of my favorite television shows of all time, so soon we were talking about the show, politics, and bonding. We’ve seen each other a few times since then–taping weekends, business trips to the city where he lives–and while we have fallen out of touch somewhat over the years, I do still think of him fondly as a friend.

And I also learned the same lesson Twain discussed in his essay: now that I saw Cole as a person and as a friend, I no longer saw him as the heel of my dreams. Sure, he is still sexy as hell, and fantastic in whatever wrestling environment he appears in….but I no longer see him through an erotic, sexual lens; even thinking about that makes me feel uncomfortable. Now that I think of him as a friend, he is no longer an object of desire.

Which always gave me pause when thinking about potential opponents for before-the-camera work. Meeting and working with another wrestler, getting to know them as a person, completely changes the fantasy aspect, makes it almost impossible to  maintain–and kind of a squirmy discomfort. This also, it turns out, happened with other BGEast wrestlers I had fantasies about, were objects of lust; once I actually met them–whether we actually worked together or not–I could never quite seem them in the same way again.

Make a friend, lose the fantasy.

So while I do have some regrets about some of the guys I never worked with, in some cases I’m kind of glad we didn’t; I was able to preserve my fantasies that way.

I Will Remember You

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

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

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

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

Antonio:

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Sean Ribeiro:

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Fucking hot bodies, amirite?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I mean…

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

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

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

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Yeah, this one is definitely a classic.

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

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

On the Dark Side

I love pro wrestling, obviously.

Most of my time at BGEast was spent as a heel–and I was a damned good one, thank you very fucking much–but I’ve also enjoyed jobbing. I like seeing how much I can take–and I can take a fucking lot.

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I can’t remember if it was on Ringside at Skull Island or Bard who reviewed one of my matches and described me as freakishly flexible, but it’s true: I am freakishly flexible, always have been. Maybe not as much as when I was younger (as a teen and in my early twenties I probably could have worked as a contortionist), but still more than most.

Legs, too.

As I first started moving from the promission style to being more of a straight-up pro-style wrestler, my flexibility made heels salivate…imagine wrestling someone who not only can bend but relishes it.

So, I jobbed a lot. Sometimes I heeled–some guys are just determined jobboys, which is fine; I love them all–but mostly, guys wanted to try moves and holds on me that they couldn’t use on most wrestlers….and I was happy to oblige.

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Yeah, I used to get stretched and lifted and battered and tied into knots pretty regularly. Going in front of the cameras at BGEast was what turned me into a heel.

I also relished that. I mean, is there anything hotter than a beaten down muscle stud who is completely at your mercy, helpless to do anything other than moan and beg for respite? A respite which only you can decide whether or not he will actually get?

I think not.

Control. Domination.

It’s fucking fun.

On the other hand, being controlled and dominated is also fun.

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Yeah, I need to get back in the ring.

Wild Heart

Hello, Mike Columbo.

Isn’t he an eyeful of masculine pulchritude?

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Mike Columbo was one of my first crushes amongst BGEast wrestlers, and looking at him, it’s not hard to see why. Those thick thighs! The arms, shoulders, perfect pecs, and abs!

And then there was the ass.

Spectacular, right? You would be hard-pressed to find an ass quite so perfectly formed and shapely. Probably one of the most magnificent of all the gluteal areas ever in action for the company, he was also handsome. His face was usually serious, especially in the ring or on the mats or wherever he pitted himself against his latest foe, but sometimes there was a ghost of a smile on his face.

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And that would bring out dimples.

Sometimes he was a brutal heel, others he was overmatched and beaten down, suffering in exquisite, delicious agony.

I always wondered how long I could hold out against his head scissors, with those magnificent thighs and that shapely muscle-ass flexing and putting on pressure.

His match with Buster Bergeron was a classic.

In fact, I think I’ll watch it again.