Where You Going, Big Boy?

Jimmy “Shaggy” Reilly (l) versus Kevin Harris (r)

I mentioned recently that my cue of wrestling matches to watch is extremely long, but I am throwing myself enthusiastically into sucking down each and every one of them. Some of them, mind you, slow the project up because I keep pushing pause, rewind, replay. Over at Movimus, that’s my problem with every camera angle that I see that includes 6’2″, 200 pound, 25  year old Kevin Harris.

Jimmy Reilly tries to make muscle hunk Kevin Harris a little less pretty. He doesn’t succeed.

I haven’t seen the first time they met, but when I came across the rematch between Kevin and “Shaggy” Jimmy Reilly recently, I was hypnotized by Kevin’s phenomenal thighs and incredibly hot ass. His very brief navy blue speedo is fit so snugly it looks like it’s painted on.  When he stretches pre-match, and especially when he flexes those meaty quads during the scrap, it’s breathtaking!

Hot hunk Jimmy is repeatedly swarmed by Kevin’s commanding offense and massive muscles.

I mean, literally breathtaking.  I’ve written before how much Shaggy here turns me on, but completing the scene with him panicked and pained, trying to decide if Kevin’s scissors will do permanent internal damage (or fucking cut him right in half!) drips with pathos.

Get used to this, Shaggy.

When Kevin snaps those knees around Shaggy’s head, pinning the boy to his back and burying his entire face deep between the smothering, thick cuts of meat that are his upper thighs, I’m reduced to tears. This fratboy monster should surely be able to retire early if he just charges what it would be worth for homoerotic wrestling fans to take that ride! He leans forward, resting the weight of his upper body, his forehead pressing painfully into Shaggy’s hot core as his trapped prey grunts desperately, struggling with the humiliation and pain. Especially the humiliation.

Kevin reads my mind. Jimmy makes me intensely jealous.

Then as if reading my mind, Kevin slips open his knees just enough to slide Jimmy’s head higher up between his thighs, locking his ankles together as he rolls to the side and forces Shaggy to take a long, hard, close-up view at the epic ass.  When Shaggy squirms, the panic starting to rise, Kevin seals the deal for me by taunting him.  “Where you going big boy? Where you going?”

“Where you going, big boy?”

Joe has reviewed this match already, so consult his fine words for a more timely assessment of the anatomy, anatomies and allures of this Movimus rematch. Now that I’m binge watching through my wrestling cue, though, I just wanted to say that if you weren’t convinced by my colleague’s encouragement to check out the trailer for this match, I’m piling on to say that Kevin Harris’ supremely confident attitude, his outmuscling of Shaggy, his juicy taunts, and most of all those outrageously sexy thighs and glutes deserve your consideration.  Now let’s get this sexy brute into a wrestling ring with a pro who can teach him lessons he’s sure he doesn’t need to learn!

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