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| 5’8″, 130 lbs, Rookie treat Lauden Sevior |
I’ve been finding my eye captured lately by men who I lovingly classify as twinks. There’s probably a more accurate, subtle and respectful way to refer to them, but I mean no disrespect. Very lean, not thickly muscled but with that momentary coincidence of youth and cardio-tuned fitness, these are bodies that speak to me only when the mood strikes. For some reason, lately the mood as been striking.
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| Gold Shaft works to possess every inch of Lauden’s lean body! |
Case in point: Lauden Sevior’s BG East debut in Sunshine Shooters 6. He takes my breath away as he stretches out before his masked opponent, Gold Shaft, enters the room, and I’m as astonished at my reaction to him as I am at his obvious sexiness. From some angles, there’s a Brad Pitt a la Thelma and Louise handsomeness about Lauden, but sweet Jesus, he’s so damn lean! The flowing, shoulder-length locks and that the look of recent graduation from boyhood into downy, freshly sprouted chest hair makes my mouth water. From Gold Shaft’s reaction when he walks in the room, I’m not the only one. Even had we not already seen the cock-wrestling credentials of this masked stud, it’s impossible to miss the raw, testosterone fueled sensuality that pulses off his lovely, smooth body. The contrast between this mysteriously and ominously masked cock-wrestling power-hitter and Lauden’s apparent achingly beautiful innocence is hot, hot drama!
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| Gold Shaft breaks the kid apart piece by piece! |
Gold Shaft clearly needs a mouth stitched into that mask, because he’s so obviously famished to taste the tender corn fed veal dangled so tantalizingly in front of him. Credit where due, Lauden slaps down some entirely respectable offense that makes me think that with a little more training and a lot more classes in the school of hard knocks, he could mount a dazzle and destroy strategy on some unsuspecting heel wannabe. But he has two fatal flaws in his arsenal: his hot glutes and flowing locks simply demand for Gold Shaft to take possession of them.
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| Gold Shaft perches his golden shaft across the rookie’s baby face |
Honestly, I don’t think there are a lot of rooks who get so erotically and entirely used their first time out of the gate. Clearly, Gold Shaft has had that same hankering I’ve had. The veteran spends days lustily squeezing the twinks lovely little ass. He wedgies Lauden’s trunks up nice and high to get full contact with his milky white mounds. The kid loses track of which is the ceiling and which is the floor along the way in the match, and the more vulnerable he gets, the more passionate Gold Shaft grows. He grinds his crotch into the twink’s ass and across his face and against Lauden’s bulge and… well, everywhere.
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| Gold Shaft can’t keep his fingers out of Lauden’s glowing locks |
But it’s Gold Shaft’s lack of all self-conciousness or self-restraint when it comes to Lauden’s hair that transports me inside that white mask of his. He runs his fingers through the twink’s locks everytime his hands wander anywhere near his head. Gold Shaft seems lost in awed, dominating lust at the feel of his baby-baby faced opponent’s hair wrapped up in a handy handle and used to perfection to drag Lauden humiliatingly off the mat, across the room, and plowed face-first into Gold Shaft’s monster bulge. That body, that ass, those long, flowing locks were simply made for this moment of soul crushing wrestling domination at the hands of master artist who plays him to nothing short of perfection.
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| Lauden gets strummed like a ukulele! |
Damn, this kid is tormented and pleasured in such perfect harmony! I mean, he’s putty in the hands of the terrifying masked god of some mythic homoerotic pantheon, but Lauden’s first go at homoerotic wrestling on camera documents the insanely pretty green rookie pounded into the depths of despair and almost hypnotically lifted to the heights of carnal pleasure such that the result is simply stunning to watch. The persistent ebb and flow of brutal pain and dizzying ecstasy leave Lauden so entirely disoriented that there’s honestly very little left to the imagination when he’s dragged crawling on his hands and knees across the mat by the masked god who has taken full possession of what is guaranteed to be an obedient acolyte right in the middle of his initiation into the mysterious rights of homoerotic wrestling.
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| Gold Shaft continues his rites of initiation on the pretty rookie off camera |
Here’s to hoping that Gold Shaft didn’t strike such terror into this tasty little biscuit that Lauden has been too seriously psychically/spiritually damaged to ever dare set foot in front of a BG East camera again. Because I, for one, would like to be the first to suggest there’s nobody, but nobody more ideal to star in the next Hair Stakes match than Lauden versus Diego Diaz, both Latino beauties tempting fate to try not to be the first to scream “Me rindo!” before the clippers forcibly make him a shade less pretty.
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Lauden vs. Diego WOULD be hot, but on the other hand, either one losing his hair would be a tragedy. (Although the ACT of losing his hair would probably be DAMN hot.)