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.