Skip Vance vs Trey Dixon: Gear Fetish Fantasy Come True
There’s nothing quite like a good ol’ Southern boy with a hardcore wrestling gear fetish. So just imagine the heat generated by two sexy Southern boys who get turned on hard by full throttle wrestling in, and then out of the snuggest, sexiest wrestling gear they can find! Trey Dixon and Skip Vance stumbled across their mutual infatuation with all things wrestling gear-related by accident a while ago. But it took a few months of online planning and virtual wrestling to arrange a private, face-to-face rendezvous in Florida. Each hot hunk brought his own bag of tricks to make this fantasy match a reality. The anticipation left them both nearly frothing at the mouth by the time they got their hands all over each other.
Trey greets Skip at the door wearing metallic gold tights and a luchador mask. The tanned, crystal cut muscle stud is dizzyingly sexy as he anxiously asks Skip if he wore the purple tights he requested. Skip strips to Trey’s special order gear, and the two eager beavers breathlessly feel one another up and down. Cut from the same cloth, stoked hard by the same wrestling fantasies, they stroll excitedly to live the fantasy in the ring.
Trey has made quite a name for himself in his short tenure with BG East over the past year, starring in some of the sexiest, full contact, fully aroused wrestling combat on tape. He is a beast on the mat, with an intuitive knack for stoking erotic tension and completely distracting an opponent with those paralyzing lips. Skip is far from a doe-eyed rookie, though. The lightweight scrapper has taken some of the most epic beatings on tape and managed to wring grudging respect out of every opponent he’s faced. No stranger to the risks and rewards of erotic wrestling, he’s not about to be too easily suckered by Trey’s gorgeous body and tasty lips.
Trey is nearly beside himself with delight to finally get to play out his gear fetish with a pro. Climbing up to the ring apron, he can’t stop himself from exploring every inch of Skip’s body, groaning with pleasure at the feel of that spandex-clad ass. A headbutt to the gut, however, permits Skip to dump the golden stud unceremoniously in the ring and get down to the real business at hand, wrestling domination!
Skip Vance vs Trey Dixon: The Gear Gamut – tights, singlets, briefs, jocks, and nothing!
The wrestling is astonishingly brutal and evenly contested as Trey Dixon and Skip Vance dive into their shared gear fetish, starting in masks and tights in the ring. Southern drawls dripping with erotic tension slap down taunting trash talk as momentum is traded back and forth. “Ooo, that mask really looks good on you, boy,” Trey coos, staring down at Skip’s wincing face trapped snuggly in face-to-crotch headscissors. “Oh, yeah, I think purple is your color!”
The erotic fantasy persistently distracts both sexy Southern boys, and it’s Trey’s infatuation with stroking Skip’s spandex-clad ass that leaves him open for Skip’s reversal. He mounts the golden hunk and pounds the shit out of Trey’s ripped abs, momentarily knocking the fight out of him. Having subdued his opponent, Skip can’t stop himself from exploring every inch of Trey’s hot bod and focusing particularly lustful attention on Trey’s beautiful bulging package. “Come on, give me all you got!” he murmurs breathlessly.
Soon, though, Trey systematically owns his hot little opponent in the ring. Once the bashing and forced stripping is done, it’s winner’s choice, as Trey digs into his personal bag of fantasy gear, picking out bulge-hugging singlets for each of them to wear as they take this gear war fantasy to the mats.
Skip cannot tear his eyes away from the huge, golden package bouncing eagerly at the front of Trey’s yellow singlet. “I don’t need to imagine what your package looks like,” he marvels a the skin-tight, transparent fabric suction packed around his opponent’s crotch. “I can see it!” Trey gives his tempting package a hearty tug, taunting Skip with it. “Oh, I’ll show it to you!”
Between the two of them, these two fashionistas have countless gear fetish fantasies that they’re dying to dig out of their bags. When Skip makes the golden warrior submit in a full nelson and grapevine combo, he rips the mask off his opponent and claims the next winner’s choice: designer briefs. In, then out, then in and out again of one incredibly flattering gear after another, each one smaller than the last, both good ol’ boys ratchet up their intensity meaner, hotter, and hornier. Briefly in jock straps, and then one final full naked free for all tests their self-control as limbs and cocks and lips grapple furiously. There’s most definitely one decisive, final fall submission that determines which erotic warrior is in charge as they exit the mat room arm in arm, but looking at the erections and the lust in their eyes, this gear fetish fantasy-come-true makes absolutely everyone a winner!