Turn! Turn! Turn!

So, let’s talk about Braden Charron, shall we?

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Never been any doubt about his sexiness, really. I’ve always had a hard-on for Braden; another wrestler I regret never working with during my time in front of the cameras.

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I love beating down a muscle boy. The only thing more fun? Watching a muscle boy get beaten down. It makes me fucking hard.

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And then…there’s that ass.

Wow.

I mean…

Braden’s ass is a force of nature. Imagine how that would feel under your hand–whether smacking or squeezing. He could probably crack walnuts between those ass cheeks.

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No, no Alexi! You’re facing the wrong way!

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Braden must be a competitive bodybuilder, I think, because there are times when his body looks competition ready (above in the gold) and then there are times when he looks like he is in the bulking phase:

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He looks great in either case–and I’ve imagined beating the crap out of him in either shape.

Braden is the latest little muscle tank in a long and proud BGEast tradition going back to studs like Mike Columbo, Buster Bergeron, and Joe Mazetti–and usually, these short muscle studs tend to job (Mazetti being the exception to this rule; Columbo was both).

But lately, something’s been up with Braden…(to be continued)

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.

Head over Heels

Joe Mazetti.

Fuck me, what a stud.

And yet another example of someone whose path I never crossed in the ring during my time as an active BGEast wrestler.

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That fucking body. Those tats. The attitude.

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Dat ass.

I first discovered Joe Mazetti when I got the Fantasymen 17 tape–yes, this was back before DVD’s and I still had dial-up Internet service, which should tell you how long ago this was; I was in the early stages of discovering all BGEast had to offer in those days–and I had already become a fan of three wrestlers: Mike Columbo, Buster Bergeron, and of course, Brad Rochelle (there was only one Brad; others have come close to no avail), and I wanted to see the Buster/Columbo match–it was a mat match with them starting in singlets and stripping down to thongs, basically; two amazing asses. Brad was taking on Mikey Vee in a ring match; I soon became a fan of his, as well. Back in the day of videotape, navigation wasn’t as easy as it is on DVD’s (you kids today have it so easy! Why, back when I was a kid we had to fast forward or rewind!) and so since Columbo/Bergeron was match one, I often never made it past that match when watching and satisfying my wrestling itch. But I finally made it to the last match on the tape, which was Joe Mazetti taking on a towering hulk of muscle named Johnny Modesto.

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Nice, right? But he wore even less to the ring to fight Joe:

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Fuck  me, those legs.

Imagine having those wrapped around your head! Mmmm, thank you sir, may I have some more?

Handsome face, massive upper body, thighs for days…yeah, hot fucking stuff.

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Joe is much smaller in stature, but the body is second to no one, and his nasty attitude makes him a lot taller.

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Poor Johnny didn’t stand a chance. He did get a few shots in–but that just seemed to inspire Joe to further nastiness and brutality.

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The match was incredibly hot, and I became a big fan of Joe.

I also wanted to beat the shit out of Johnny Modesto. (to be continued)

Remember When

One of the fun things about managing the BGEast Facebook page is coming up with monthly themes for posting pictures. Inevitably, this leads me to come across matches, and wrestlers, I’ve not thought about in a long time but at one point were, shall we say, rather important to my viewing fantasy life? Take March, for example. I decided to make March #MarchMuscles, and so then I had to find guys who, you know, I haven’t posted tons of pictures of in the past (cough Alexi Adamov cough Rio Garza cough) because, after all, my favorites aren’t necessarily everyone’s favorites; and besides, there are some guys who weren’t around as much, or haven’t been around in a while who deserve a shout out.

And I came across these two, from Fantasymen 18: Troy Milan and Corey Young.

Nice, right?

Check this out:

Right?

Seriously, where does the Boss find these guys?

I  originally ordered Fantasymen 18 because the other three matches on the tape featured wrestlers I loved to watch: Brad Rochelle, Mike Columbo, and Joe Mazetti. I never watched the fourth and final match on the tape–sometimes I’d get to the end of the Mazetti match with Derek D’amore and rather than stopping the tape, I’d start picking up things or doing something and the tape would keep playing, showing the start of this match, with the two of them, in shirts and shorts, entering the mat room. Then I’d stop, and go about the rest of whatever I was doing.

The tape was sitting in the VCR when I turned it on one day, and I hadn’t rewound; the previous time I’d let the tape keep going into the last match, the way I did sometimes, but when the tape started up, it was at the point where Troy Milan took off his tank top. Rather than hitting rewind, I thought, whoa, and set the remote down.

Matches aren’t always released close to when they are taped, and I know this was sometime after 2003? Maybe 2004? I don’t recall exactly, but I know I hadn’t switched the DVD’s yet, but I remember looking at Troy’s torn up, ratty cut-off jean shorts and thinking, wow, I used to have a pair similar to that but it’s been years.  And then Corey took his shirt off, and I decided it was time to watch this match at long last.

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At first, I was really drawn to Troy’s body; long, lean, ripped and defined. But…Corey, who was a little shorter and whose muscles were thicker, looked like one of those straight boys from the football team, you know what I mean? Muscled, somewhat defined but not ripped and lean; athletic and sexy and jockish. It was almost like a battle between a football player and a non-jock who loved working out, ate right, and wanted to look hot as fuck. The first fall, when they wrestled around in the cut off shorts and the square boxer-briefish shorts Corey was wearing, seemed more like two straight boys horsing around and having fun, wrestling to see who was the better wrestler.

They also both had incredibly thick Boston accents, which also kind of turns me on.

The first fall went to Troy, who got cocky and started mocking Corey for losing; and then slid off his shorts to show off a thong and an amazing ass. Corey just shook his head, said in his thick accent, “Oh, no you didn’t,” then slides off his own to reveal a red thong…and the quads and glutes of fucking death.

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And in that instant, I switched totally from Team Troy to Team Corey.

I wanted my thick football player with that fucking amazing ass to just wipe the mats with the lean muscleboy.

(to be continued)