From time to time long ago in my dewy youth, straight-identified men would tell me that they were not attracted to men in general, but they were attracted to me. A good line, if nothing more, that usually worked with me. A similar focus appears among eroto-combat fans too.
Whereas I appreciate a lot of different wrestlers, and different types of wrestlers, and different wrestling gimmicks, scenarios, and styles, some more than others, of course, and a few not at all, there are kinksters with extremely particular tastes, liking one and only one type of gear, or one and only one wrestling promotion, or even one and only one wrestler. Krush of Krushco is especially prone to this kind of blindered devotion. (And well he should be.)
Lately Krush has been stretching his wings--into the future with an amusing foray into sci-fi superhero fights, and into the past with some amazing archival vids from the '90s. Last month he gave us two fighting Marines from 1995. His latest blast from the past touches on one of my particular kinks--brother vs brother action--with the brothers in question here (also from 1995) being two strapping roughnecks who plow into each other with the kind of energy and ferocity that always turns my head.
(What's the appeal for me? I never had a brother ... or a sister. Growing up an only child in a military family that moved every two to five years, I missed having roots of any kind. Maybe that's it. On the positive side, till age fifteen I lived on and around Air Force bases in Florida, Illinois, Oklahoma, Nevada, and Japan, surrounded by young, fit, often cocky soldiers I frequently adopted as virtual brothers--either with or more typically without their knowledge and consent. I suspect this is the source of a good 80% of my tastes today in men.)
The sibling rivalry in Krushco's latest release is intense and sexy (without, needless to say, veering into homo-incest terrain). What you get here is the ideal of brotherly competition, the intimate knowledge of one another, the anticipation of next moves, the close calculation of exertion and speed to take the other dude down, with a touch of harmless sadism, as each tries to put the other in his place, perhaps even with a little excessive force as payback for some wrong done back in grade school. Krushco doesn't tell us which one is the big brother and which, the kid, but it's fun to guess, even more fun to let them trade honors, as they jockey for control.
It's an intriguing and hypnotizing contest that is, as the product description reminds us, as primal as Cain and Abel.