Richie Douglas: 5'8, 152
A rib-crushing reverse bearhug hoists a bulging Richie up off of his feet
Mason stares into the eyes of the roll-up pinned prettyboy
Richie rides the rails to battle back against Mason with a tight bodyscissors
Richie preens and poses over another felled upper classman
Mason wrecks the pretty jock with a cobra clutch backbreaker combination
|
|
Age, Wisdom, Beauty and Power
Mason Brooks and Richie Douglas had the BG East ring reserved, but another match was running long. "This is such a shame," Richie says, shaking his head as they sit outside waiting. "I was really looking forward to beating you!" Mason smiles in surprise. "You? Beating me? Yes, that would be something to see," he smirks dismissively.
Eager to get their hands on one another, the boys decide to take the simmering tension between them to the gazebo. Mason doesn't wait for Richie to finish peeling out of his street clothes before scooping the beautiful young bon-bon up into a cradle and body slamming him to the mat with authority. "What was that about beating me?" Mason asks, working Richie into a sleeper/scissors combination and sliding his hand inside of Richie's sleeveless t-shirt. "You've been working out! Nice!" Mason admires, feeling out the competition and demonstrating his not-so-ulterior motives for signing up for this match.
It takes them a while to push pause on the action in order to finally peel themselves out of their street clothes. Mason looks magnificent in baby blue lace-front square cut shorts. His tight waist and pride-and-joy pumped pecs are gorgeous. Richie clearly approves. Richie strips to the briefest of cobalt blue trunks that never stand a chance of quite entirely covering his gorgeously muscled butt, particularly not when Mason violently wedges them high up between Richie's luscious cheeks. Given the speed with which Mason starts clawing and spanking that ass, clearly Mason approves of his opponent's gear choice as well.
Richie has been coming on strong in recent matches, pulling himself back from the brink of being a full-blown jobber and into serious contention as a dangerous mat wrestler. The young, boy-next-door beauty has started tapping into the most devastating weapon in his arsenal, namely, his mouthwatering, gorgeous body. Potential opponents have been lining up to get their hands, and other appendages, all over his aesthetic, bronzed muscles. Richie may look angelically innocent, but he's plenty mat savvy enough to exploit just how distracted his dazzling beauty can make a lustful opponent like Mason. Richie's wrestling skills have been blossoming as well. He takes his more experienced opponent by surprise, controlling an ankle and wrenching Mason's hotly muscled body into a severely twisted single leg crab. "Let's see how flexible you are!" Richie taunts, twisting hard and quickly wrenching a shocked submission out of his more experienced opponent.
Mason's modus operandi has always been to execute a carefully crafted plan with cold precision. He is as much a chess master as a wrestler. However, Richie's cocky confidence and distracting assets may be throwing Mason off his game, because Mason is pissed off. "No two-bit boy band member is going to come in here and beat Mason Brooks," he rages, punching him in the gut and working him over, bent backward over the gazebo railing. "You know, I'm the smartest one and the oldest one here," Mason lectures even as he pounds Richie's pecs and claws his growing bulge. "Which means I know my shit, so I can beat your ass." Proving his point, Mason scoops the boy next door up again and drives him viciously into an over-the-knee backbreaker, pausing in the punishment just long enough to suck Richie's nipples and lustfully knead his balls.
The action is increasingly intense. The punishment is more brutal and creative by the minute. Richie climbs atop the gazebo railing and launches himself like a missile, flattening Mason violently to his back. Moments later, Mason turns the momentum his way with a tactical punch to the balls, setting up the dimpled Adonis to writhe in an over the back crucifix. Tears and sweat mingle with hungry smiles. Richie soaks in the satisfaction of exploiting his opponent's open lust to make Mason writhe at his feet. Mason, in turn, devotes rapt attention to clawing, kneading, and spanking his tasty opponent's lovely round butt and swelling bulge.
The match is more competitive than either cocky hunk anticipated, with increasingly panicked submissions traded back and forth furiously. Schoolboy pins, ear nibbling, and gentle kisses drive both men into unchartered territory. Finally, one stunned stud sees this scorching scene fade to black as he's sleepered out cold in a puddle of his own sweat and tears. "I'll be waiting for you in the showers," the victor promises with a lingering whisper. Age, wisdom, beauty and power collide in this highly competitive, supremely sexy outdoor gazebo-burner!
The bubble-butted pretty boy writhes weakly in the scorpion bearhug combination
| | 
Richie bulges as he's bent backwards in a kneeling surfboard variation
| | 
Mason tweaks and pinches the prettyboy's nipples in a mexician ceiling hold variation
| 
Richie snares and snags Mason in a crucifix variation
| | 
Ripped Richie squeezes the shit out of Mason with a rib-snapping bodyscissors
| | 
Mason palms Richie's crotch as he breaks his back over the gazebo's rails
|
|
|
Mason Brooks: 6'0, 165
Mason taps pretty Richie's balls in an over-the-knee backbreaker
Mason measures Richie's ripped abs as he battles back in the bodyscissors
Mason yanks Richie off of the mat with a neck-crunching full nelson
A red-faced Ritchie claws impotently at Mason's bicep in the tight sleeper
Richie sucks the crotch of the victorious flexing mat veteran
|
