The Boys in the Back Room
Scrappy McNair vs Parker Flynn, Catalog 15 - The Oringinal Boys Are Back! (MuscleBoy Wrestling)
Parker is feeling good about being back at MuscleBoy and confident in his ability to take on Scrappy. Scrappy overhears his opening pitch and steps in to remind everybody, Parker especially, of how much muscle he brings to the game. Parker apparently thinks Scrappy is too musclebound to grapple. Scrappy offers to "knock some rust off" Flynn, whose last appearance in this fight space was at the end of 2017.
Scrappy, of course, is an underground wrestling phenom, but Flynn is a draw, too. He's fit, photogenic, and sure of himself - and he's one of the first wrestlers on the MBW roster two years ago. While Scrappy has moves and holds on top of his muscles, Parker seemingly glides on pluck alone. Together these two are almost too much eye candy, especially as the match progresses, and the two shed their singlets, eventually stripping down to their jockstraps. It's all a big tease, of course, but how I do love to be teased!
Parker easily fends off Scrappy's opening attack. He picks the curly-haired Hercules up and slams his back to the wall. Scrappy recovers quickly and shoves Parker all the way to the opposite side of the mat. They lock up again, tentatively, nervously, though hiding all that behind lively banter. "Y'know what?" Scrappy barks all of a sudden, running low on patience. "Fuck this shit. I'm a fuckin' pro wrestler!" He lifts Flynn up in a bear hug, intensifying pressure to the wrestler's lower back with terse, dramatic squeezes. Parker howls out in pain.
Scrappy remains in charge for the next three minutes, during which he roughly strips his opponent down to the waist. He loses some momentum when Parker hurls him down to the mat and traps him in a cross armbar. Traps only momentarily, however. When McNair muscles loose of Flynn's flesh-and-bone shackles, it's fairly clear (if not yet certain) who is going to rule this mat.
A third of the way through the video, both adversaries are attractively gleaming with sweat, which disappears after a jumpcut apparently dries them off so they can work up a fresh coat. By the 24:00 mark (out of 35 minutes), both are down to jock straps, and the battle is far from over, and far from a done deal for either. At the 30:00 mark, both bodies are again luminously wet and bound in a rear naked choke that lasts (gloriously! decisively!) for almost 90 seconds.
The climactic choke-out is the match's sweet spot for sure. Soggy jocks, heaving muscle, the tang of victory in the mouth! It's more than enough to satisfy my demanding kink for m/m erotic wrestling.
Visit MuscleBoy here.
Scrappy, of course, is an underground wrestling phenom, but Flynn is a draw, too. He's fit, photogenic, and sure of himself - and he's one of the first wrestlers on the MBW roster two years ago. While Scrappy has moves and holds on top of his muscles, Parker seemingly glides on pluck alone. Together these two are almost too much eye candy, especially as the match progresses, and the two shed their singlets, eventually stripping down to their jockstraps. It's all a big tease, of course, but how I do love to be teased!
Parker easily fends off Scrappy's opening attack. He picks the curly-haired Hercules up and slams his back to the wall. Scrappy recovers quickly and shoves Parker all the way to the opposite side of the mat. They lock up again, tentatively, nervously, though hiding all that behind lively banter. "Y'know what?" Scrappy barks all of a sudden, running low on patience. "Fuck this shit. I'm a fuckin' pro wrestler!" He lifts Flynn up in a bear hug, intensifying pressure to the wrestler's lower back with terse, dramatic squeezes. Parker howls out in pain.
Scrappy remains in charge for the next three minutes, during which he roughly strips his opponent down to the waist. He loses some momentum when Parker hurls him down to the mat and traps him in a cross armbar. Traps only momentarily, however. When McNair muscles loose of Flynn's flesh-and-bone shackles, it's fairly clear (if not yet certain) who is going to rule this mat.
A third of the way through the video, both adversaries are attractively gleaming with sweat, which disappears after a jumpcut apparently dries them off so they can work up a fresh coat. By the 24:00 mark (out of 35 minutes), both are down to jock straps, and the battle is far from over, and far from a done deal for either. At the 30:00 mark, both bodies are again luminously wet and bound in a rear naked choke that lasts (gloriously! decisively!) for almost 90 seconds.
The climactic choke-out is the match's sweet spot for sure. Soggy jocks, heaving muscle, the tang of victory in the mouth! It's more than enough to satisfy my demanding kink for m/m erotic wrestling.
Visit MuscleBoy here.
Beautiful match!
ReplyDeleteGreat asshole shot.
ReplyDeleteIt is time for them to upgrade to a much larger wrestling space!!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's gonna happen ! Stay tuned : )
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