Am I the only one who fucking LOVES Turkish Wrestling/ wrestlers? Big brauny dudes all oiled up and getting into each other’s pants… FUCK YEAH!
What Is Turkish Wrestling?
Turkish oil wrestling is all about the leather britches.
Improbably muscled Goliaths—don long, thick, black pants made of water-buffalo and cowhide. Then, they douse themselves in olive oil from head to toe and stride into a grassy gladiatorial arena.
Turkish wrestling has been staged for well over 650 years. To the uninitiated, it seems little more than an open field of oily mayhem. Not so to the appreciative crowd, which roars with excitement at sudden throws or clever holds— “belly sees the sky” being a particular winner—as executed by their oil-wrestling favorites.
“Oh my, I feel like I’ll die of my excitement… the sweat-stained grass smells of oil,” says the Kirkpinar anthem, sung in the procession to open the tournament. In the past, bouts between two men could last for hours and continue the next day.
What the fuck is Sgt. Coach talking about? Here’s a fine description:
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New York Magazine suggests that 2011 was the year of objectified male stars… seriously? Ummmm, I’ve been objectifying men folk every year, month, day, minute, second of my life. I like their choices here, though I don’t see any fur pelts in this photo mix (above).
I know Chris Evans is a major furry bugger (he shaved for Cap. America). Love him. I think I would find it impossible to take my lips off his dick head. He’s prolly got a good 8 inch cut dick… with a big ol’ mushroom head.
Fassy would be major fun in the sack. You just know he’s a kinky fellow. Lots of sticking fingers into holes and tasting the results.
SGT. COACH on all the other men… After The Jump! Read More