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Lobo Gris vs Gale Striker, Motel Madness 23 (BG East)

I assume many of you know I have a thing for wrestling in motel rooms. It was my passion in my early twenties. My friends and I bought sixpacks, checked into Motel 6 or Hampton Inn, watched Georgia Championship Wrestling, and gradually stripped down under the pretense of "getting comfortable," tossing each other from bed to bed, the loser (me usually) getting his shoulders pinned to the mattress or the floor much longer than a three-count. We huffed, puffed, sweated - usually crotch to crotch, or head stuck in an armpit, breathing in gasps, feeling dizzy, hearts hammering.

Lobo and Striker are the up-to-date version of those memories. In shimmering singlets (Lobo in grey and Striker ill at ease in pink), Lobo assures Striker he looks good in pink, and he does. Lobo fondles Gale's pecs, admiring them, grinning wolfishly. Having enough fondling, Gale pushes Lobo onto the bed and clamps his thighs on him. Gris looks amused, his eyes stuck on Striker's body. He's an inch taller than the newbie, twenty pounds heavier. He knows he can beat this guy and relishes the idea of owning him. The bodies press together. Striker grabs Lobo's meat and gives it a quick turn. Lobo feels it shoot through him like lightning and smiles, certain that he can take this new guy apart.

He muffles Striker's nose and mouth with his armpit. Sweat slickens the singlet. It's almost 100-percent certain that Lobo will be eating Gale for lunch. How long can Gale withstand the wolf's assaults? Lobo loves owning this guy. He rubs Striker's face against his crotch. Cocks swell as Lobo takes complete control, stripping Gale of his singlet as he plants his hairy thighs against his opponent's ears and shows off his biceps.

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