Hey, You Two, Get a Room
Derek Bolt vs Austin Sugar, Catalog 14 - The Muscle Boys Get Erotic (MuscleBoy Wrestling)
The first 10 minutes of this video is foreplay, more or less, and the last 26 minutes is penetrative sex in a variety of familiar positions. Altogether, the video, MuscleBoy's first hotel room match, lasts a whopping 58 minutes. Bolt and Sugar are stunningly beautiful and masculine. Derek exudes alpha confidence and a stony style that verges on languor. Fit, smooth, and compact Austin has a military bearing, complemented with a mustache and soul patch. They seem more at ease with the sexual requirements of the scenario than the wrestling, so, somewhat creatively, wrestling holds are refurbished as sex positions.
Since wrestling is high up on my priorities, I'll concentrate on that aspect of the video, saying only that Derek and Austin deliver brilliantly on the XXX front, which no doubt is why fucking constitutes over half the video. The wrestling revs the couple up and affirms - if there could be any doubt - the top and bottom roles. The two come face to face five minutes into the video. Bolt is buck naked, fresh from the shower, while Sugar sports a stars-and-stripes singlet, which he soon trades in for swimwear. The two lock up collar and elbow about 11 minutes into the video, with Derek backing Austin to a wall and plying his taut abs with a few appreciative punches (third shot above).
Bolt body-slams Sugar to the bed and drops his elbow to the chest before smothering him with a kiss. He follows up with a camel clutch. Then he rolls over to scissor Austin's head between his hairy thighs, in the process positioning Sugar's world-class ass in the center of the camera frame - to stupefying effect (wow - that fourth shot above). The hold puts Austin's lips to Derek's crotch. It's a tease. Bolt's not done pummeling the boy toy, whom he flips over for more gut punching. Then it's, aw hell, let's make out some more.
After some kissing and licking, Derek lunges for some wrestling(-ish) action, rolling across the bed, clutching Austin in a reverse bearhug. He briefly "torments" the guy's crotch, before realizing again how kissable the athletic stud is. They lock up collar and elbow once again, this time with Austin taking charge and backing Derek to the wall for more playful punches (fifth and sixth shots). Then it's aw-shit-I-just-want-to-kiss-and-lick-you-all-over again. There is a full nelson, and then an across-the-shoulders carry - then an impressively orgasmic backbreaker (seventh shot). In every instance, wrestling serves mainly to remind the guys of how badly they want to fuck each other.
Previous catalogs impressed me with how well MuscleBoy blends the martial and the erotic. This match leans heavily, though perhaps irresistibly towards the erotic. No sooner do Bolt and Sugar take a stab at wrestling than they realize what they really really want to do is fuck. Ultimately, fucking wins out, and that's okay, but MBW's long suit is wrestling matches that portray the implicit eroticism of male-on-male aggression - the manly romance of competitive body contact. For that, the company's claustrophobic orange-and-black fight space has been well suited, while the hotel's grand, pristine white bed with downy comforter and pillows begs for an altogether different scenario.
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Bolt body-slams Sugar to the bed and drops his elbow to the chest before smothering him with a kiss. He follows up with a camel clutch. Then he rolls over to scissor Austin's head between his hairy thighs, in the process positioning Sugar's world-class ass in the center of the camera frame - to stupefying effect (wow - that fourth shot above). The hold puts Austin's lips to Derek's crotch. It's a tease. Bolt's not done pummeling the boy toy, whom he flips over for more gut punching. Then it's, aw hell, let's make out some more.
After some kissing and licking, Derek lunges for some wrestling(-ish) action, rolling across the bed, clutching Austin in a reverse bearhug. He briefly "torments" the guy's crotch, before realizing again how kissable the athletic stud is. They lock up collar and elbow once again, this time with Austin taking charge and backing Derek to the wall for more playful punches (fifth and sixth shots). Then it's aw-shit-I-just-want-to-kiss-and-lick-you-all-over again. There is a full nelson, and then an across-the-shoulders carry - then an impressively orgasmic backbreaker (seventh shot). In every instance, wrestling serves mainly to remind the guys of how badly they want to fuck each other.
Previous catalogs impressed me with how well MuscleBoy blends the martial and the erotic. This match leans heavily, though perhaps irresistibly towards the erotic. No sooner do Bolt and Sugar take a stab at wrestling than they realize what they really really want to do is fuck. Ultimately, fucking wins out, and that's okay, but MBW's long suit is wrestling matches that portray the implicit eroticism of male-on-male aggression - the manly romance of competitive body contact. For that, the company's claustrophobic orange-and-black fight space has been well suited, while the hotel's grand, pristine white bed with downy comforter and pillows begs for an altogether different scenario.
Visit MuscleBoy here.
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