Hell yes, I was turned on by the Young Stallions! My eyes would pop out of my head when they'd peel off those sparkly jackets to reveal their massive pecs and shoulders, their hard abs, their glistening tan bodies.
But they were almost too obviously appealing. They created a bit of a PR problem for me.
When Paul Roma and Jim Powers paired up as the "Young Stallions" (totally gay name) -- looking spectacular dressed in identical red trunks -- it became more difficult to conceal my secret wrestling fetish.
If someone in the room with me saw these paragons of masculine sex appeal undressing on the TV screen, then saw me watching them (with my eyes popping out of my head as mentioned above), they'd surely know I was gay for wrestling. I'd be totally outed as a wrestling pervert! (which was taboo back then.)
So when the Young Stallions appeared, I'd just casually rest a pillow on my lap, laugh derisively, and say something to denigrate the muscle gods: "These two scrubs again?! Just watch, they'll get their asses kicked. They suck." (Then, after they got their asses kicked, I'd lock myself in my bedroom for 20 minutes.)















