I’ve been asked many times over the years about my ‘type’; i.e. guys I am sexually attracted to. I’ve always thought it was a silly question; I’m attracted to all kinds of different guys, in all different shapes, colors, and sizes. I can’t really define what I find attractive in another man; it’s an amorphous thing, something you can’t really put your finger on and say, that’s what it is. Sure, a great body doesn’t hurt; but what is the proper definition of a great body? I was weaned on professional wrestling in the 1970’s, so the common body type of pro wrestlers from that period has always turned me on…and with no disrespect intended to those men, or men who are built like them, they aren’t exactly appearing on the cover of Men’s Fitness, are they? There’s an indefinable something, tho, that all the men I am attracted to have. I can’t say what it is; if it’s just a certain type of pheromone they emit (but that also can’t be it, either; since sometimes I see guys on videos that drive me wild with desire–some of the BGEast classics, like Cruze and Jose and Greg Leary and Dante Rosetti come to mind–or on television, so it can’t be pheromone driven always. Maybe it’s electricity, or chemistry of some sort; who knows? Whatever it is, it’s just there.
Take Rafe Sanchez, for example.
Seriously. Look at that face, that warm, adorable smile. You just want to take him in your arms and hold him, don’t you? And the lean, tightly compact, defined body? Those erect, quarter-sized nipples, just aching to be tweaked, pinched, nibbled? That line of muscle from the center of his chest to his navel, just asking for a tongue to be run down it?
Yeah, the first time I saw Rafe I wanted him, desired him; wanted to get in the ring with him.
I was there for his first matches for BGEast; not only did I work in front of the camera and write website copy, I also photographed a lot of matches with the still camera. I photographed his first matches, and I think I wrote the copy for the website. It wasn’t easy taking pictures, aware of the growing desire inside my pants.
So, so beautiful, and that smooth skin. Everything he wore played into and amplified his sex appeal. He was effortlessly sexy, and also off the mats, was a very nice guy. But when he got on the mats or in the ring, there was a surprising fierceness to him, a competitive edge that made him even sexier to me.
And dat ass.
I mean, fuck yeah.
And even better, Rate didn’t have a problem with nudity, or exploring the erotic aspects of wrestling….
Seriously, what wasn’t to lust after?