Thank God I'm done with traveling... for a few weeks. Back in the comforts of my own home, I'm able to settle into the familiar routines, including carving out some time for one of my most enjoyable pass-times: appreciating homoerotic wrestling.
With my attention renewed on the topic that you and I find so enjoyable, I'm feeling the need to make aright my neglect of my reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month: Kid Karisma. Typically by now, I'd have at least one or two posts vetting and venerating the hard working hunk who so ably captured the title at the beginning of the month. It's certainly not as if I'm at a loss for things to say as I marvel at the body and body of work of the Karismatic one! I could write an encyclopedia of attributes that make Kid K such a commanding favorite of mine, and for which he also recently muscled his way past Joshua Goodman (that's Mr. Joshua to you!) to claim the top contender spot for my overall favorite homoerotic wrestler - non-pornboy division. There's nowhere on Kid K's body or in his wrestling arsenal that wouldn't be appropriate to slow down and marvel for a while, but let me just start in a particular spot that's been particularly responsible for my growing infatuation with the red-headed muscle hunk: his lips.
Perhaps this isn't the particular geography that you'd have selected to begin to admire the remarkable assets of Kid Karisma, but it's his liplocks that have been topping me off lately. I don't own Kid K's entirely library of work yet, but I believe that exactly twice he's capped off a crushing victory over an awestruck opponent by grabbing the lucky, lucky loser's head and commandingly, lingeringly sucking face.
The first time I caught sight of this truly inspired moment of Kid Karisma homoeroticism was in the Karismatic one's hard-fought conquering of that stubbornly tough twink-punk, Len Harder in Sexy Showdown 5: Florida Fun. The sight of these two hot-and-bothered, sweaty specimens teetering on the edge of aggression and affection is profoundly stimulating for me. Kid K's rippled, rock hard body stretched overtop of Len, crotch-to-crotch and lips-to-lips, makes me gasp. And then when Len sweetly, gently grabs Kid K's gorgeous round glutes in both hands, as the red-headed juggernaut shoves his tongue down Len's throat, all of my homoerotic wrestling kink synapses fire at once.
Despite less skin, Kid Karisma's make-out with Christian Taylor in Wet & Wild 5 is arguably even more arousing for me. Despite being a half a foot shorter than Christian, Kid K is simply much more than Christian can handle. Kid K is cocky and taunting. He gives away just a little bit of riding time, but the match both in the pool and on the mat poolside is essentially and entirely in Kid K's quite able hands. It's a bit like watching a beautiful house cat drag a poor mouse inside to play with it mercilessly until he's killed the rodent like his instincts demand. Kid K laughs at poor Christian. He smirks at Christian's hopeless attempts to secure an advantage. Any moment that Christian rallies every ounce of strength and will to power to the top, Kid K just lets him tire himself out and than smacks him back down with contempt. And then when Christian is completely wasted, flat on his back, having submitted repeatedly until he barely has the strength to submit again, Kid K chokes Christian out cold with a completely unnecessary figure-4 clamped like a steel pipe across the loser's throat.
That would've been enough to satisfy my devotion to a seriously sexy homoerotic wrestling beatdown. Christian suffers valiantly like the handsome, tall drink of water he is. Kid K preens and revels in his complete domination over his outmatched opponent. Tick, tick... all the boxes checked. This will be a match to come back to again and again. But then...
... Kid Karisma stretches across Christian's motionless, supine body and wakes the spent stud with an almost compassionate kiss. Now that's a way to wake up! Completing the fantasy that I'm too often left to write in my own imagination, Kid K quite literally savors the taste of his victory, and Christian realizes that every second of the whole humiliating, painful encounter was completely worth it. Compassion turns to passion, and the two handsome faces are locked together as Kid K assists the woozy contender to his feet. Sealing the deal, Christian grabs a handful of the Karismatic one's meaty ass as he's led inside for a post-match reconciliation.
There's a lot that I could (and let's face it, that I will) obsess lustfully about when it comes to Kid Karisma's body and wrestling accomplishments. But it's what he's willing to do with those sweet, hot lips of his that make him rise to the top of what I enjoy most in homoerotic wrestling. I realize that not everyone enjoys seeing kissing in their homoerotic wrestling fare. In fact, I've heard from some of you that it's a turn-off. Mores-the-better for the diverse industry that feeds our cravings. As for me, however, the marriage of skilled wrestling storytelling with homo-sensibilities of erotic pleasure is the essence of what arouses me most (full stop). For Kid K's full arsenal of skills, especially including his liplocks, his stock is very much on the rise in my infatuations. In no small part due to everywhere his lips have been, Kid Karisma is sitting pretty atop the throne as my reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month.