Some legitimate contenders here. I feel like I've been calling out the veterans in the business lately, so I have to acknowledge that my tastes have been for new faces this month. And with that little finger resting on the scales, the decision tips inevitably and decisively in the favor of one particular hunk of muscle who absolutely drained me dry...
|5'9", 200 lbs.|
Joe gave a sweet review of Rough and Ready 28 that does the match justice. As Joe puts it, both of these gorgeous boys are a little wooden, but the match is "hugely entertaining" nonetheless, in large part (huge is probably a better word for them) carried on Cratos' "large and rippling shoulders." Yep, as with 97.36% of the time, Joe and I see eye to eye on this one (which is probably why people constantly mix us up, which I always find very flattering).
|Homoerotic wrestling sculpture! Note how, like me,|
Cratos can't take his eyes off of his own bulging body.
|In through the mouth, out through the nose: Cratos works his sartorius muscles.|
|Cannot take his/my eyes off that hot body!|
|These boys could trade gut punches for hours... if one of them didn't cheat.|
|Look at the satisfied smile on that sweat-soaked face! Damn, that's hot!|
|Almost... yep... just about... yes, right.... THERE!|
|Cratos' glistening muscles make Lance look downright ugly!|
So there's the tat-sleeve, the gorgeous muscles, the ridiculous handsomeness. I haven't even mentioned the vascularity that totally drives me wild. But let me just skip right over to the sexiest element that works me into a lather nearly every time: Cratos works himself into a lather! Sweet sweat shining across Cratos' boulder shoulders, glistening in the crevice between his pecs, beading across his movie-star brow... hell yes. Sweat bears witness to a wrestler who's working his fine body and not just going through the motions, and Cratos is fucking working it hard! Poor, lucky bastard Lance looks like he's about to have his head ripped off in Cratos' hands or snapped off between the rookie's rockin' thighs over and over, and the shiny sheen of sweat on both their bodies (but particularly Cratos') makes me swoon.
|Cratos is blowing some of Lance's blood vessels (and my load) with all of those pounds per square inch!|
|The total package: homoerotic wrestler of the month Cratos|
I'm buying whatever this gorgeous hunk is selling. I don't know where he came from. I can only hope about where he's heading. But here and now, without a doubt, I know where he is: the rare rookie sitting pretty (pretty, pretty pretty!) atop the throne in sole possession of the title of my homoerotic wrestler of the month!