So, where was I?
Sorry there, Constant Reader; I am trying to be better at making at least weekly posts, but real life has been a bit of a heel to me lately, trapping me in the corner and taking cheap shots. I am surfacing briefly today because, for one, I need a break and for two, because I fucking can.
Oh yes, I’d started talking about the match between these two, which was the first time I encountered either of them on the BGEast site.
Fuck me, right?
One thing BGEast has consistently done over the decades has showcased ridiculously good-looking men. If you have a preference or a type, chances are you’ll find a whole vast expansive catalogue of guys who press your buttons.
Lucky me, I don’t have a type. I pretty much can find something attractive in almost every man, so BGEast is a smorgasbord for me.
Both Justin and Nick had great runs at BGEast, and their bodies were always in top condition. At first, Nick seemed to have a preference for wrestling in square cuts or those football-style shorts (see above), but he eventually moved on to more traditionally cut ring trunks. I always had a thing for Nick, from this first match (Fantasymen 22) on. I liked that he was shorter and stockier; muscular and thick and in great shape, but not, perhaps, as ripped up or cut as others. His pecs and legs were nice and thick, and that ass.
Oh my God, that ass. It was a work of art.
He also had the most amazing pouty lips, gorgeous eyes, and that New England/Boston-ish accent that’s always gotten my attention.
Justin, of course, was no slouch either. Beautiful beautiful face, startling blue eyes, and the body was of course perfectly proportioned, defined, and just big.
The match started off friendly enough as the two new guys help each other go through their warm-ups and help each other stretch. Even the wrestling, once it gets started, is friendly enough.
But matches that start out friendly rarely end up that way….
To be continued…
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