Tuesday, July 23, 2013


I've been complaining about our google overlords for years now, running into frustrations and the deleterious effects of their malignant neglect of this free blog service that they purchased and then instantly stopped paying attention to. To be fair, Blogspot is pretty push-button easy and, as I mentioned, free.  Also to be fair, I've found that it has dozens of unattended bugs and more that are only slowly attended to. When I recently got an email from our google overlords warning me as an owner of a mature-audiences-only blog that they were reviewing adult blog content in order to root out and delete any blogs that advertise third-party adult entertainment sites, the combo of disregard and over-your-shoulder prudishness finally made me pull the trigger. I did a modicum of due diligence and decided to migrate neverland to a new host, namely WordPress. I honestly don't know that it's any less oppressive, but the interface is much more reliable on my end, and they don't seem to give a damn about my content after I notified them of its adult nature and they pulled it from their regular WordPress "newly published" rotation.  I've ponied up a little cash to make it more customizable, as well as to ensure that no advertisements will be added. We now also have our own domain name, so while it may be less likely to appear in search results (I'm a little unclear about that), it should be easier to find for those who are familiar with the sidelineland moniker.

So this is the last post that will appear here at neverland on Blogger. All archived posts and reader comments have been migrated to the new site, and hope to see you all there real soon (like now... click here and check out our new digs).

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Thursday, July 18, 2013

All Things New Again

Smell that?  There's something new in the air.  Take a whiff, and you can catch something on the wind. It smells like change to me.  Watch for a big announcement here at neverland in the next couple of days, because there's something fresh blowing in, and it smells like that sort of change that's mostly good. Very good.  In the mean time, let me just share my periodic celebration of newness in homoerotic wrestling: namely, the lovely, promising, world's-their-oyster rookies who've hit the scene in recent months and reminded me what a breath of fresh air that a new face can sometime be...

New Beef: BG East's Alain LeClair

New Serbian Stunner: BG East's Arn Nedic

New Boyband Beauty: BG East's Deni Dupuis

New Ring Pornboy: Can-Am's Kevin Crowes

New Teen Phenom: Rock Hard Wrestling's Kyle Carter

New Law: Naked Kombat's Landon Conrad

New Ruhl: Naked Kombat's Marcus Ruhl

New Boxer-Crossover: Thunder's Arena's Mr. Sean

New Hope: BG East's Ronny Pearl

New Blue-Eyed Bully: BG East's Vic Madone

Monday, July 15, 2013

Clint Morgan 2 [Guest Blogger: Alex]

So in my first Clint Morgan post, I said I pulled out two matches. The second one was Clint Morgan vs. BBW from BG’s Champions

Unlike the other match I pulled, this is a more standard three falls affair, set in a ring. Morgan stretches out, waiting for his opponent. He definitely looks good to me, but also “of the time.” BBW already has all the swagger and attitude that makes him an icon. He brings handcuffs and his valet (that he won in a prior match), both of which come into play. Morgan gets no respect from BBW, other than a nod to his size. Once again, there’s a lot of back-and-forth, with the men splitting the first two falls. Unlike the match against Rogers, where I can point to the set-up and ending as unique in my collection, I can’t really say why I like this so much. Maybe it’s nostalgia. This match was old when I got it, but it was still one of my first. Action-wise, it’s pretty comparable to stuff today, with the same sort of holds and banter. Would it be worth seeking out? Not sure, but watching it again recently gave me the same reaction as watching it many years ago.

Morgan doing his best Incredible Hulk impression
BBW let's us know who's in charge
Now this is how it's done, kids
BBW doesn't seem to respect the big stud
Maybe he should, though
Ah, somebody needs a hug!
One good rack...
...deserves another

BBW shows off, keeping the big stud up there like he weighs nothing
Wait, shouldn't BBW be using the hold from Boston?
Wearing white doesn't make you a good guy
Ah, gotta love that mullet

Monday, July 8, 2013

Clint Morgan 1 [Guest Blogger: Alex]

I love it when something inspires me to re-discover old wrestling matches. With the constant barrage of new material, it's easy for some older matches to be forgotten. Of course, whenever you go back, sometimes the match isn’t as good as you remember it, but other times, the magic returns immediately.

After responding to a post on the Ringside at Skull Island blog, Joe said he didn't remember who Clint Morgan was. That got me thinking about the man and sent me to look back at some old videos. I dug out two matches, one of which was Clint Morgan vs. Dark Rogers from BGE's Private Bouts. This was among the first matches I ever saw and really got me hooked. I don’t want to spoil what happens, but I can’t guarantee I can avoid it.

One of the things that appeals to me about Morgan is that he was a big, tough badass. Rogers is clearly the “heel” here, but Clint isn’t a gullible face nor is he a jobber. Of course, the production isn’t up to today's digital, hi-def standards, but for me, it kind of adds to the charm. The match was a short one, only 12 minutes, but still really fun for me. There were quite a few matches set in this rec room environment, which I like as it feels like the kind of matches I’m used to. In fact, any two guys could play this match out in their basement.

There's a great tension throughout the match, as Clint Morgan is sent to teach the diabolical Dark Rogers a lesson. The bad boy has been tearing up the competition and Morgan is just the badass good guy to set him straight. The match features a size contrast, with the lean and hairy Rogers being quite a bit smaller than his younger, smooth opponent. Both men are very tanned (unless that's the camera and age of my video), trim and handsome. In fact, Rogers look doesn’t feel dated to me at all.

Despite the size difference, this is pretty back-and-forth until the end where there's a definitive winner. The ending is surprisingly fun (to me) and still excites me every time.

Would this count as a catchweight?
Morgan starts the bad boy's lesson
Lean guys are so fun to bend
Rogers knows how (or where?) to handle a bigger opponent.
The key is to keep the big man down
The wall takes its fair share of abuse in the match
Dark had a thing for stripping his opponents, but Clint planned ahead!
Riding the white cowboy
Don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry (but the viewers do!)

Friday, July 5, 2013

A Taste of Things to Cum

Reading back over my recent posts (like a year or more), I think it's safe to say I've been orally fixated lately.  My descriptions of wrestlers and matches as "delicious," "tasty," or "mouthwatering" have been my regular, go-to metaphors for my subjective experience of being turned on by choice homoerotic wrestling fare (see, there I go again).  Homoerotic wrestling just tastes so damn good!  Of course I don't literally want to eat anyone (other than perhaps a couple of politicians I can think of... on toast), but I wouldn't pass up an opportunity for a long, wet, lingering lick of a wrestling hunk's body to stimulate the taste buds.  Do you know what I mean?

BG East's Blueboy clearly knows what I'm talking about in Masked Mayhem 4, momentarily turning always dangerous masked muscle heel Enforcer into a quivering bowl of jelly in the corner of the ring with a tongue lashing of his tantalizing nipples.  Holy shit, this photo captures so much about homoerotic wrestling that defines me!

I think there's a bit of a stroke of genius at work at NakedKombat for incentivizing face licking.  Not a lot of the kombatants I've seen take advantage of available points for slathering spit across the cheeks of a locked up opponent, but Gavin Waters was one hardbodied fuck machine who seemed to relish just that.  In his May 25, 2011 tag team match with partner Nikko Alexander, Gavin to advantage of his overwhelming muscle and weight advantage to lock down lean twink scrapper Matt Singer and drive him fucking nuts by dragging his tongue all over the babyface battler's face.  Talk about a tasty little morsel!

Matt's partner, however, was a little too much for Gavin to pull off the same maneuver... by himself, at least.  Long-time pornboy wrestling favorite of mine, Trent Diesel had Gavin's number both in singles and tag-team competition, and the stunningly hot tattoed stunner was not as easily subdued.  However, another NakedKombat rule permits partners a few seconds of double-team advantage moments after a tag is made, during which Gavin would enjoy the chance to lick the sweat off of Trent's brow while Nikko picked up the baton to take his place mounted on top of the muscled stud puppy.  Fuck, Trent hated his face licked!  He squirmed like craaaazy as Gavin lapped up his salty goodness.  Hell.  And yes.

Can-Am's Pro Sex Fight series has been seriously satisfying me since it debuted a couple of years ago.  The precise balance of pro ring wrestling and overt eroticism is awfully compelling.  Tongues have been regularly on the menu starting with Pro Sex Fight 1, when massive muscle star Michael Vineland slaps down a post-victory tongue lashing on the infinitely perky, hot pecs of g-g-g-gorgeous former HWOTM here at neverland, Landon Mycles.  Landon was more a kisser than a licker, which I totally respect, but fuck-fuck-fuck, Michael working over that highly responsive nip on the blond bombshell was sweet dessert after an intensely hot main course of highly erotic ring wrestling.

When another long-time favorite wrestling pornboy of mine, Rusty Stevens, got his shot at Michael in Pro Sex Fight 5, the competitive side of things was decidedly more pronounced.  However, post-match, Rusty delivered the move that I've been fantasizing about for years, absolutely worshipping Michael's massive biceps with his tongue.  Rusty isn't exactly what I'd call someone graceful in defeat... or victory... but a lustful moment of fully engaged muscle worship from the normally smart-assed, hardbodied hot head grabs me hard.

Rusty also slapped done a tongue lashing in Pro Sex Fight 4 against angelically beautiful muscle stud, Kevin Crowes.  If he hadn't, I'd have written a letter in protest, because if there's any word to describe Kevin, it's "delicious."  Rusty totally dominates the early moments of this match, stripping the rookie pornboy naked (in this case, not a moment too soon), terrorizing and torturing the bodybeautiful stunner in the ropes, on the mat, and when thrown into the corner, licks that chiseled chin slowly.

You can tell Kevin tastes delicious, because Rusty's tongue travels slowly down the angelic pornboy's neck and laps aggressively across the stunner's sweaty chest, lingering long and hard on those aesthetically perfect nips.  As an aside, this also tweaks a little bit of kink I have for seeing a wrestler stripped and dominated while his opponent has managed to still hang onto his gear.  There's just something about that inequity, that extra dose of humiliation and dominating ownership, that makes my engine rev harder.

Kevin is no shrinking violet here, though, and when the patient pornboy finally gets an opening, he makes Rusty pay back all that trash talking muscle domination with interest.  Swarming all over the stunned veteran, Kevin uses that work of art he calls a body to press Rusty to the canvas and hold him still for a taste of glory of his own.  I can feast for days on watching Rusty Stevens dominate in that soul-withering style he has of destroying an opponent psychologically as a prelude to crushing him physically.  However, watching heaven-sent pornboy Kevin work up a serious head of steam all over my long-time favorite emeritus is incredible entertainment for my dollar.

There is also another entire subgenre of muscle licking.  The forced worship submission ("Lick my bicep, bitch!") has it's own story, and I can read that story over and over again and never get tired of it.  Kid Vicious, looking even buffer and more beautiful than ever in Wet and Wild 4 (can I call KV beautiful and not get my ass kicked?), forces a battered Lobolito to pay homage to his gorgeous, bulging, veiny bicep.  Unlike in the stolen tastes of muscle I mentioned above, Lobolito looks like he's been so bashed he doesn't quite appreciate this plot twist nearly as much as I do.  Forced to lick, tongue-work in wrestling can communicate with crystal clarity that total domination by the object of oral adoration over the licker.  Forced to be licked, as described above, turns the tables and speaks perhaps even more directly to the orally fixated side of me.

I'm sure Freud would have plenty to say about all of this oral fascination.  Then again, Freud was a dumbshit when it came to sexuality and eroticism.  As another example of an element that clearly distinguishes the homoerotic from the straight-up wrestling worlds, a whole-hearted tongue lashing makes my mouth water.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

Before I get to the really important business at hand, anyone have experience with WordPress that would be relevant as I consider migrating neverland there?  Let me know.

Now to the real issue that needs settling right away.  Who will lift the mantle of reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month off of the massively muscled shoulders of Naked Kombatant Will Parks and claim the title for the hottest wrestling release in June?  The field is deep, so I'll try to stick to the cream of the crop to give you the contenders who made it to my final round of consideration.  Starting with Will Park's bailiwick, Naked Kombat has been hit-or-miss since I signed back on, but bearded muscle daddy Landon "the Law" Conrad debuting drenched in oil against Alex Adams has sorted me out several times.  Over at Thunder's Arena, I've got a fast and furious crush on new meat Mr. Sean sporting his own five o'clock shadow and looking like an Abercrombie boy ripped from a politically incorrect billboard ad to face in very short order no fewer than 4 opponents over the playtime of Bodyspace 44 and Bodyspace 47.  In Muscle Domination Wrestling's VIP lounge, there's a double-team made in heaven, featuring Damien and Master Kevin together working their beautiful muscles in tandem all over the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet in Duo Cop 'N' Jerk (also check out their cruel, cruel teaser for upcoming Season 4 matches!).  BG East's Catalog 99.1 packs the field of contenders, so  I have to be brutal in narrowing down the very top of the heap that vied for my lustful attention, starting with perennially dangerous favorite and current title holder for overall favorite homoerotic wrestler, Lon Dumont, pushing and getting pushed to the edge of consciousness against Paul Hudson in Knock Outs 2.  My fantasy come true match, Tag Team Torture 16, puts up potentially the most powerful tag team contenders (for my affections), Christian Taylor and Skip Vance, who have their hands and mouths full with the likes of villainous brute, Morgan Cruise.  In a bodybuilder bonanza possibly the likes of which have never been seen before in the ring, both Chace LaChance and Braden Charron are unbelievably muscle-beautiful gladiators in the Summer Sizzler's Bonus Match.  From Mat Hunks 9, newcomer (but NOBODY'S rookie) Vic Madone has been haunting my dreams for his work brutalizing lovely Ray Naylor, 3-time HWOTM Eli Black and former HWOTM Cameron Matthews make it incredibly difficult to decide who to root for, and long-time favorite emeritus and former HWOTM Mitch Colby may never have looked sexier (on the mat, at least) than when paired with my longtime simmering crush, delectably sexy Rafe Sanchez (mmmmmm, Rafe!!!!).  So, clearly, no one is a loser when it comes to the quality homoerotic wrestling pumped out in June, least of all me (and you).  You can swing a sweaty jock strap without slapping in the face an incredibly sexy, totally legitimate contender for the title of homoerotic wrestler of the month.  There's no wrong answer to this question, but after sweating it out and studying the evidence extensively, I've decided there is, however, a very, very correct answer as to who is the new homoerotic wrestler of the month...

Rafe makes me swoon just by stretching out!
Rafe Sanches (mmmmmmm, Rafe....) oozes sex.  It doesn't matter who he's wrestling or what the context, his presence exponentially increases the erotic in a match until I (and typically, he) explodes.  How has Rafe failed to sit on the HWOTM throne before?  There's a considerable mystery to that question that I can't quite explain, because I'm a big, big booster.  One likely factor is that as incredibly pleasing as his wrestling has been, his releases have come out at the same time as some barn burner chart toppers that have edged him out of the top spot.  A series of just plain bad luck for Rafe could be a legitimate explanation for how he has owned my lusts so entirely and yet remained title-less.

Rafe's hands are full with powerful muscleman, Mitch Colby.
Then again, another potential thumb on the scales may also be that Rafe has frequently been eerily quiet, sometimes even silent when he wrestles.  For a wrestling fanatic like me that can live for days off of nothing but highly charged erotic banter of two wrestlers before they ever make physical contact, an ominously silent hunk, however kinetically erotic, is at a disadvantage.  His Mat Hunks 9 appearance, however, features Rafe in clear, perfectly pitched voice, taunting, snarling, and snapping at Mitch with a quickness and confidence that leaves me shaking my head that this luscious mat hunk has been so quiet in the past.

Big Mitch taunts Rafe relentlessly.
Okay, it also doesn't hurt a wrestler's homoerotic appeal to go toe to toe with the likes of my very first-to-be-crowned favorite homoerotic wrestler, Mitch Colby.  Mitch is sliced to hell, sporting the leanness that makes me gasp and earns him an extra snarl of contempt from longtime "rival," heel extraordinaire (and also former HWOTM) Cage Thunder.  Cage has gone on the record giving Mitch the barest of grudging respect for his work when he's beefed up, but against Rafe, he's tanned, toned, and the leanest slice of beef imaginable.  An opponent could pale in comparison, of course.  But despite being several shades lighter in complexion, Rafe absolutely holds is own and somehow his exponential sexiness quotient multiples many times over when juxtaposed against (and especially writhing in the grasp of) gorgeous Mitch (that's a lot of math to say, fuck, Rafe and Mitch are an insanely hot pairing!).

Rafe gets swallowed up between Mitch's ripped thighs.
Cage Thunder has long rhetorically slammed Mitch for his long record of beating up on smaller guys, so fully expect he may chime in again to point to this newest evidence.  Mitch's physique dwarfs Rafe.  Mitch is just a couple of inches taller, but packing on about 25 pounds more muscle than his lean, smooth challenger.  Again, a less apt opponent could get completely overshadowed by Mitch's display of power and dominance.  Not so, Rafe.

"Same fucking move every time!!!"
Rafe gets pissed off in this match.  Have we ever seen Rafe pissed off?  I can't remember seeing it, and the sight is so fucking hot that I have to think I'd have remembered.  Mitch swallows him up, going again and again to squeezing the air and will out of Rafe with various parts of his body trapped between Mitch's massive thighs.  Rafe gets fucking fed up with Mitch taking the path of least resistance, turning again and again to scissors to sit back and expend minimal effort in squeezing out one submission after another.  "Same fucking move every time!" Rafe snaps furiously, rubbing his head and checking to make sure his skull is in tact.  Now, I don't fault Mitch for wracking up a boatload of submissions with the same hold.  Fuck, I'd clean his pool for a month for the chance to feel those tree trunks wrapped around me over and over again.  But the magic that he works on Rafe is inspired, as typically quiet Rafe gets angrier, chattier, and more determined than ever to grab hold of some sweet revenge.

Rafe dishes out a taste of what Mitch has been serving.
Perhaps it's the hint of Cage Thunder in this match that pushes Rafe way over the edge for my lustful tastes as well.  Mitch taunts him when he's scored 3 unanswered submissions.  Rafe sits back and studies the beautiful beast in front of him for a moment before responding, "Yeah, rub it in Bitch... um, I mean Mitch!"  Holy shit, did Rafe Sanchez just signal that he's learned a thing or two from Cage Thunder!?  It's Cage who has relentlessly refused to call Mitch anything but Bitch Colby for years.  Suddenly, despite being down 3 falls, Rafe seems instantly more dangerous, more compelling, and... holy shit is it possible.... sexier!

Mitch's cocky cock-pin.
Rafe and/or Cage Thunder fans will already know that these two have very notoriously met in wrestling action before.  They collided in the BG East ring, and the overt, explicit erotic intent of both studs burned my retinas just a tad.  As one might expect, Cage Thunder owned lovely Rafe in the end, or, more accurately, owned his crotch as he sat on Rafe's unmasked face and insisted that the graceful, smooth stud pound out a submission-emission.  I'm guessing after that match, there were words exchanged, perhaps a little advice shared from the veteran to the ever-ready lean sex machine.  Somewhere, Rafe picked up Cage's disparaging nomenclature for Mitch.  And somehow, when Rafe slaps down the taunt right smack in the middle of his mat match against Mitch, it feels to me like almost a 2-on-1 opens up, putting my longtime infatuation with Mitch at a distinctly unfair double-team advantage.

"Payback's a bitch, pussy!"
Rafe gets some revenge in the match that I savor with a pause-and-slow-motion treatment.  Mitch has taunted and humiliated him repeatedly, flexing his top-tier fuckable muscles in Rafe's face relentlessly.  So when Rafe turns the tables, plants his own fine, fine, fine ass on Mitch's face and pumps his own lean, powerful biceps, I'm absolutely sold.  "You think you can handle this!?" Rafe taunts him disbelieving.  Powerful Mitch flat on his back with his lips planted between Rafe's cheeks is an epic sight to see. "You crazy or something!?" Rafe taunts, in an even more epic moment to hear. "Payback's a bitch, pussy!!!"

Mitch grinds Rafe's face hard and deep.
Damn, damn, damn!!!!  It takes a whole lot to hold my gaze with Mitch Colby on the screen, but the second half of this match, I'm absolutely entranced with Rafe.  Fuck me if I wouldn't actually give up the chance to get repeatedly crushed between Mitch's thighs for the chance to aggressively tongue bathe ever inch of Rafe's baby smooth body.  His revenge is fleeting, popping up once or twice more before the end, but that angry frustration, that contemptuous disdain for the mighty muscle man climbing back on top is sweet as honey (speaking of which, let me add a lathering of honey to that aggressive tongue batch fantasy of mine).  Rafe hurts, a lot.  He agonizes, crushed and twisted and pried apart in the big muscleman's accomplished hands.  And never, not once, does he let his slow boiling rage wane for an instant, no matter how overwhelmed and outmuscled he becomes.  He's snarling and snapping stubbornly, forcing Mitch to absolutely lay waste to him, drain his tank of every last ounce of willpower and strength, leave him so obliterated that Rafe can't pick his head up off the mat, much less continue to fight on, before Mitch can finally declare he's bought Rafe's body for keeps.

Rafe oozes sexiness!!!!
It's not like I've ever failed to be wildly turned on by Rafe Sanchez (mmmmmm, Rafe....).  But his personality shines through in Mat Hunks 9.  His lust for dominating a muscleman is unmistakable. His nerve, grit, and defiance of the numbers are incredibly compelling.  And more than ever before, he tells a story... a seriously sexy, incredibly homoerotic wrestling tale that makes me (like Mitch) sweat profusely and launches all sorts of personal fantasies starring me, showing up moments after Mitch exists the sun room, leaving a wasted, demoralized, stunningly beautiful Rafe behind for me to find.  Good work, Mitch.  Absolutely stunning work, Rafe.  Set that beautiful, lean ass down on the thrown as my newest homoerotic wrestler of the month!

June 2013 Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month: Rafe Sanchez


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