Jake Zane vs Logan Cross (Muscleboy Wrestling)
I have never minded a kiss, long, deep, and passionate, at the end of a friendly tussle, a kiss that was clearly meant as a transition to something more than a kiss. But full-fledged Jane Wyman-style romance is not something I usually enjoy, not as a spectator anyway, and speaking for only myself, plain wrestling is enough of a turn-on without extras. That said, Zane vs Cross is a great good time, and the merger of Eros and Ares is handled excellently in this Muscleboy match from Catalog 1 (a little too tasteful, for my tastes, but still superb).
The 33-minute video emphasizes the exhilaration and mysteries of romantic love more than the sweaty grunts and groans of impassioned roughhouse, yet this match is as good as BG East's UK mattress matches (my yardstick for these things), and far better than most other attempts of this sort. Zane vs Cross interests me as both a wrestling fantasist and a dabbler in gay porn. Though the rape fantasies of Naked Kombat, repetitious as they are, are more my speed (not politically correct, I admit, maybe not even healthy), there's a sweetness to this romp that charms me.
Jake and Logan are attractive, young, and amorous. If they are not actually a couple, they do pass as one. Both know how to wrestle, and both have bedroom eyes and full sensual lips. They know how to segue between teasing and squeezing, flirting and hurting, locking lips and locking limbs. I'm more familiar with Jake, by another name, but Logan is the one who sells me on this match. I like his open, boyish face. The give and take is smooth and graceful, intensifying as the gear peels off. There's nothing cheesy about it. As for the rest ... Yes, there's a cum shot. No, there's no penetration except for some heart-piercing gazes.