|Thunder's Arena's Coupe shows off his vascularity|
As I mentioned in my last post, there's a lot about Thunder's Arena's Coupe that turns me on. I could go on for days about the intoxicating brew of his freakish physical development mixed with self-depracating humor and a strong chaser of insecurity. I could linger for hours at a time over the gargantuan slabs of beef that are his glutes. He sports the proportions of a superhero, ripped from the imagination of some barely suppressed gay comic book artist. But for today, I'm captured by the effect that Coupe's vascularity has on me. The ropes of thick veins stretched across his arms and shoulders drive me nuts!
|BG East's Lon Dumont is shredded!|
In Rookie Wreckers 1, Lon Dumont is in astonishing shape. His body is straight out of my college anatomy and physiology textbook. On the road to competing in several bodybuilding competitions soon after his humiliation of the beefy beauty, young Morgan Cruise, Lon had already whittled away every gram of body fat, until there was just nothing left but his gorgeous, smooth skin stretched across his skeletal muscles. With simply no padding, you can clearly see the sharp edges of his joints, the lay of the muscle fibers themselves, and the spiderweb of veins feeding his awesomely pumped muscles. With hunky Morgan tied up helplessly in the ropes and forced to watch, Lon took an opportunity to practice some of his mandatory poses. Admiring his own side chest pose, Lon marveled at the roadmap of striations and veins carved across his cut pecs. "Look at that!" he demands of Morgan, in awe at the sight of his own astonishing fitness.
|Thunder's Arena's King Conan: built to impress (and crush)|
BG East's recent masked muscle freak discovery, Magnus, left me nearly as much in awe of him as that lucky bastard gym bunny, Surge. All that beef hanging from Magnus' legs require thick, bulging veins to supply his quads, hamstrings and calves with the nourishment they need. Damn, that's hot!
|Can-Am's Steve Sterling - tags and bags his opponents with|
his overwhelming muscle development
|Thiago's muscles look ready to explode as he counters|
Jobe's oh-so-tight rear bearhug
I'm on the record for being turned on by a diversity of bodies. It isn't that the details don't matter to me, but that I'm a fan of all sorts of packages for each set of sweet, provocative details they have. By no means do my wrestling turn-ons require bodybuilders to satisfy what ignites my erotic tastes. Lean meanies, beefy bruisers, tasty twinks... hairy, smooth, pretty boys and ugly mugs... fratboy loveliness, perfectly seasoned maturity... I'm blessed by all sorts of buttons that ignite my homoerotic wrestling fantasies. Gorgeous, bulging, pulsing veins rising to the surface of a rock hard body is right up there with some of the qualities that turn me on the most.