I feel like I’ve been stalking Tarz Lando for years. But can you call it stalking if your object of lust wants to be watched? If he demands to be observed and admired? I enjoyed the opportunity to briefly meet Tarz in person at the Gay Wrestling History Panel at Wrestlefest NYC almost two years ago. The huge pecs, massive shoulders, and perfected salt-and-pepper beard are even more impressive in person. I loved his bear vs cub match with fierce provocateur Isaac Andrews. Last year, at Wrestlefest Live, I got to really see Tarz in his natural habitat, namely, a pro wrestling ring in front of a horny, roaring crowd battling for the the championship belt. Fuck, the man is a sensationally hot wrestler! I have a very long simmering crush on Ben Monaco since his BG East debut thirteen years ago, and honestly, I’ve got an extremely soft/hard spot for Canadian babyface beefcake, but holy shit, watching Tarz pound Ben into a quivering puddle on his way to taking the title of the inaugural Wrestlefest NYC Live champion was so fucking satisfying.

So, my expectations were high when I sat down to watch the November release of Tarz squaring off against Adam Stone in oil. I’ve been circling Adam’s previews for a while now, but this is the first time I’ve purchase one of his matches. This is also the first time I’ve watched Tarz wrestle a silky smooth babyface. There are strong notes of muscle daddy vs doe-in-the-headlights gym bunny, and fuck, that’s a delicious pairing. The match description calls it “thrilling and playful,” which is a halfway decent teaser, but undersells the sensational erotic tension.

The match is set in a secluded backyard with a busy world buzzing in the background just on the other side of a privacy fence. While I’ve definitely fixated on the value added for erotic wrestling in front of a rapt audience of fans, I’ve never really thought a lot about the element of eroticism in a randomly public context. But when Tarz and Adam start getting seriously erotic, I get this little extra pump of adrenaline when a car horn or siren or random voice drifts over the privacy fence from the unsuspecting world outside. I could see how that edge of exposure and the possibility of being discovered would give guys a hot twist on the balls to add to the erotic thrill of oiling each other up, wrestling hard, and getting naked. Honestly, though, watching Tarz and Adam oiling up, wrestling hard, and getting naked is entirely sufficient to make me completely swoon without that borderline possibility of impromptu exhibitionism.

Like I said, this is my third Tarz match, and he brings a similar heaping helping of sneering contempt and trash talk to marinate Adam in, along with all that baby oil. Maybe it’s the salt and pepper seasoning in his thick beard and chest hair, but I feel like Tarz’ opening ante is consistently that of a long-reigning alpha rolling his eyes at another pup stepping up to the plate to take a swing at unseating him. I mean, he’s obviously hungry for it. When he’s ripped off Adam’s shorts and exposed what has got to be one of the juiciest asses in homoerotic wrestling today, Tarz has a mature self-restraint about the way he manhandles Adam and gropes every inch under the pretense of applying the requisite coat of oil. But there’s an unmistakable eagerness about the way the champ muscle-bullies the tantalizingly pretty pup, mounting Adam, pec smothering the boy, and humping that ass with singularly focused intensity. He slaps Adam around with taunts and contemptuous slights to the blond beauty’s chances of coming out on top in this tussle, but there’s less a note of “so don’t even try” as much as there is an open challenge of “but give it your best shot, jobber.”

I’ve ever-so-briefly chatted with Tarz about his wrestling (hoping to do much more of that in the future), but he refers to his style as promission. I’ve seen that term used in various contexts by different people, and it seems to have a pretty flexible definition. However, in the case of this match, I think promission does a nice job of capturing the cooperative/competitive vibe between Tarz and Adam. It’s not a second-by-second battle for advantage, but rather an intense and sweaty dance back and forth, seeing how much erotic domination they can milk out of each other before they trade turns leading. It could be a little too cooperative for my tastes, if it weren’t for the spicy and contemptuous trash talk fueling the fire. They keep me sufficiently in suspense, so that I’m not just eye fucking the both of them, I’m also dialed entirely into the wrestling drama playing out between them.

This confrontation is billed as a two-parter. There’s Oil Match: The Wrestling and Oil Match: The Aftermath. “The Wrestling” is more back and forth, with strong elements of muscle worship and bids for ownership. Deceptively pretty, Adam is a tough fucker who uses his long, lubricated limbs, with such beautiful aesthetics, to wring some seriously hot suffering out of Tarz. Honestly, I’m a little surprised by just how turned on I am when I’m watching those moments when the cocky pup is riding roughshod over this snarling alpha dog. Isaac came pretty close to milking this much anguish out of Tarz in moments, but Ben was honestly nothing but prey in their WFNYC title match. As dialed in as I am and completely identifying with Tarz when he’s humping Adam’s ass, Adam makes a compelling case when he’s turned those tables and is pounding away at Tarz trapped glutes. Adam’s astonishingly perfect ass is nothing but hypnotizing, with his jock strap pulled down and his glutes flexing and crotch grinding. While I think the dividing line between “The Wrestling” and “The Aftermath” is a little arbitrary, I sort of get why part 1 ends with Adam humping the fuck out of Tarz’ ass and the champ seeming too exhausted to fight back (or not exactly hating the shocking turn this challenge to his dominance has taken). If you’re into babyface gym bunnies humbling a cocky muscle daddy and knocking him off his throne, savor part 1: The Wrestling.

If you’re like me and really, really want to see a muscle daddy absolutely crush and possess a cocky and way too pretty gym bunny, tuck in to “The Aftermath.” It’s misleading if the title implies there isn’t wrestling happening in part 2. It’s just that the tide has turned, and the waves are relentlessly crashing down on lovely Adam’s oil soaked muscles until Tarz has demonstrated he can do absolutely anything he wants with Adam. It’s still in that promission vein, but Tarz’ dominating charisma and familiarity with the role sets him up as the still-reigning champ, as he rolls right over Adam and lingers on the boy’s hot body with self-congratulatory taunts. At one point, Tarz has him in a wrist lock and makes Adam flex his impressive bicep on command, and fuck, yes, that’s putting me right over the edge! “A little advice to all you kids out there. Don’t try to take on Tarz. Especially in oil. Unless you’ve got biceps like this,” Tarz points out Adam’s gorgeous softball before he starts possessively sucking and making out with it, with Adam having nothing left to defend himself.

Adam loses his jock strap and finishes the last 80% of The Aftermath gloriously naked. His cock is as lovely as the rest of him. No jaw dropping monster or anything, which, honestly, I appreciate a lot. Just gorgeous, proportional, and growing harder with every second that Tarz is slapping him around, putting him in a dragon sleeper, and demanding that the trapped bunny pound one out. Which Adam does, with Tarz sitting on that almost offensively pretty face and flexing like the alpha muscle daddy I’m dialed in to watch do his thing.

Choose your own adventure. Ready to climax watching Adam’s truly award-worthy ass pumping as he grinds into muscle daddy Tarz at the end of hot, sexy, muscle worship and promission wrestling? Download Oil Match: The Wrestling. Aching to get off on the champ, muscle daddy Tarz Lando, overpowering and taking possession of a snarky and painfully pretty gym bunny until Adam’s covering his oil coated and heaving abs with cum? Enjoy Oil Match: The Aftermath. Or, if you’re like me, you’ll download them both and get off at multiple points along the sensationally hot promission drama, and feast for days.