Gear Bashing

Carson Crawford vs Tommie Hawk, Gear Wars 8 (BG East)

At the start of BG East's Gear Wars 8, Tommie Hawk wears a black mesh singlet, and Carson Crawford wears a white and chartreuse lowcut singlet. The rules of war require one man to denude the other. I'm guessing you knew that. 

Introductions are brief:

"How you doin', Carson?"

"Tommie, how you been?"

"Pretty good. Looks like you got some new gear here."

"Yeah!"

"It's great. I'm takin' it from you."

Tommie yanks Carson in by his straps, and the two lock arms. Carson succeeds in throwing Tommie to the mat. Tommie lies on his back, bedazzled, looking up at Carson and stroking his crotch. Carson fixes his eyes on Tommie and runs his hands up and down his body. Heavy breathing does the talking for them. Then Carson taunts Tommie: "This gear right here?" He reaches down and cups his fingers around Tommie's groin. Slowly, he tightens the grip. Tommie moans and writhes. Carson releases and grabs Tommie's ankles, spreading Hawk's legs and resting his foot on the swelling crotch.

It takes a minute for Hawk to reverse, straddle Crawford's chest, and grab him by the throat and crotch. Repartee blends with agonized groans, flirting and hurting. Familiar wrestling moves interweave with familiar fondling, clutching, grimacing, and rough manhandling. Hawk succeeds in nearly choking Carson out while simultaneously tweaking the hard-as-brass-buttons nipples. Then he tosses Crawford face down on the mat, proceeding to massage the glutes and murmuring lustfully, "Sweet sweet gear."

The struggle continues. Hawk gets Crawford's straps down and puts him in a headscissors. A weakened Crawford can't stop Hawk from peeling the singlet down his legs and off. Hawk stands over Crawford's naked body and holds the damp singlet to his nose and mouth, breathing deeply. Round one ends, with two thirds of the match to go. A wardrobe change is called for.

"See this? It's what I brought for you." Tommie Hawk throws a thong down on Carson Crawford's slowly recovering body. By chance, it's close in color to the lost singlet. Tommie slips out of his black singlet with some help from his groggy opponent. He puts on a silvery harness and matching jockstrap. The two embrace, with Tommie covering Carson's face with the discarded black singlet. Then the two lock passionately wet lips while stroking each other's cock. Tommie pushes Carson to his knees and presses the boy's face to his crotch.

Wrapped up in each other's body, the two take a few minutes before resuming the fight, but it resumes with passion. Crawford grips a fistful of Hawk's raven-black hair with one hand and, with the other hand, wrings the man's cock. For the next seven minutes, Hawk is Crawford's bitch. Crawford hurls Hawk to the mat and manhandles him, violently and lustfully. Both men shed their gear in no time, and passion subsumes the hard hard struggle as both fall on their knees, stroking and soul-kissing with heavy, full-bodied sighs.

With each man having had his turn at dominating the other, it's time to set some splooge loose. I'll stop here, though. The twist at the end is just too real to spoil.

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