Heavenly Powers

Justin Powers vs Sean Duran, Catalog 4 - Muscle Boys Bring the Heat (MuscleBoy)

It's easy to account for Justin Powers' broad appeal - full lips, fashionably severe haircut, eyes that read the soul like it's the funny papers - and, of course, those magnificent butt cheeks. It's harder to account for my specific attraction to him - except for the butt-cheeks part:  the way they puddingly flutter when pinched or struck gets me wet. Surprisingly, I'm fine with the cool dispassion and the absence of chest, forearm, and thigh hair. Justin has a distinctly boytoyish allure, and I'm a little amazed how effectively it works on me. 

In his MuscleBoy debut, Sean Duran is the antithesis of Powers in many ways. Duran looks like he might explode at any given second, yet when it's time to be cozy, he's gentle and attentive. His eyes and jawline are piercing, The profusely tattooed muscles portray a man who doesn't mince words and doesn't care whose toes he steps on. He also takes and delivers some mean gut punches. Sean exudes hypermasculinity or, more precisely, what writer Jack Fritscher calls homomasculinity  - a burgeoning of masculinity that gives form to a unique kind of queerness - light years from the drab hetero norms of bros, good ol' boys, and housebroken mini-patriarchs.

I do have a complaint, though. The match could feature more wrestling. The 19-minute video's first six minutes consists of a collar-and-elbow lockup, a judo throw, an elbow drop, an arm lock or two, a camel clutch, a full nelson, and a pair of crab holds, all performed by Justin with not much resistance from Sean. Then, as if somebody just blew a whistle, Sean takes charge with some unopposed gut punching (with and without head scissors) and a decent (but slow) body slam. The combination of desire and struggle is the soul of wrestling fetishism. But when the struggle part is this stylized, a lot of the bite is taken out of the eroticism, too. 

The video's a good ride with two hunks I took an immediate liking to. Their hotness is not even debatable. The sex is hot, too, even if the wrestling warm-up is too much like pantomime. Unlike previous MuscleBoy matches I've seen, this one hurries past the wrestling to get to the butt-fucking. Sexy? Oh, yeah. But for me wrestling is inherently sexy - with or without penetration - and the wrestling here could be more forceful, in my opinion. Ideally, I would like the wrestling to stretch out indefinitely - no time limits, no finishers, no championship belts - ending (if it must end) in mutual exhaustion, two men utterly spent. My idea of heaven, I guess.

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