We all have those accounts we follow solely for the gasp-worthy eye candy, right? Despite my best intention to curate my social media to focus exclusively on homoerotic wrestling, I still have these guilty pleasures of nothing but beefcake that makes me swoon. Of course, I fantasize about these indulgences throwing down in erotic combat, but, yeah, I always feel a little shallow letting my eye be turned by “just” a smoking hot bod, when I’m really all about smoking hot bods engaged in hot wrestling action. Baxter Linn is one of those guilty pleasure accounts that I started following solely for beefcake. I’ve followed him for a few years now, including across multiple platforms and migrating to different accounts based on just how fucking incendiary his hotness is that gets him shut down from time to time for just being him. In fact, I’ve followed him long enough to see various iterations of his physical conditioning. I’ve seen his tattoos growing and his percent body fat, while always low, vacillating. And every iteration of Baxter is fucking perfection, as far as I’m concerned. It was his gargantuan thighs and superhero glutes that caught my eye first, I’m sure, but honestly, he just punches every button I’ve got from his glasses, to his coy smile, to his massive muscles. I followed him for a long time before I actually found his erotic content. I was absolutely crushing on him well before discovering this gorgeous beast likes to fuck around on camera. And still, I told myself that Baxter is only in the auxiliary ranks of who I obsess over, because he didn’t wrestle. And then a good friend of mine sent me the link to MixedBoxing’s WF account.
Fuck, yes! Baxter wrestles. Honestly, I could have gone forever never finding this account because “mixed” is never on my plate, and “boxing” is pretty rarely there. But hidden there behind a cover that I’d honestly probably never have checked, there’s Baxter in a wrestling ring getting rough and rowdy with another muscle hunk. Honestly, this is my biggest complaint about WF, in that there’s just too much content, probably 90% of it not what I’m looking for, leaving me unable to search for the 10% that I am looking for but don’t know that I’m looking for it. That’s a mouthful, sorry. But maybe you know what I mean. Anyway, fucking Baxter Linn dabbles in wrestling!? Fuck. YES!
In Baxxx vs Sam Stout, my eyes are watering from the start because Baxter is so fucking sensationally hot in his tiny lime green trunks. His opponent, Sam Stout, is new to me. Sam’s wicked hot, as well. Sam’s taller than Baxter. He’s tanned next to Baxter’s alabaster brilliance. He’s got a carefully kept beard and mop of wild hair, to Baxter’s clean shaven handsomeness and shaved sides and salt-and-pepper coif on top. Sam seems to be calling the shots, laying out the rules of this match, namely that nothing but a submission will determine the winner. He immediately starts trash talking, asking if Baxter wants to save himself the pain and humiliation and just quit from the start. Fuck, I hate that guy… but, like in the good way that you hate the douche bro heel who’s laying it on thick while I’m here fucking swooning over Baxter.
They’ve got some great heat! Having never seen either of them wrestle, honestly, I had relatively low expectations, but I’m immediately impressed. I think Sam’s going to be more aggressive, from the way he almost immediately throws Baxter to the mat and works a wrist lock. Baxter sells getting cranked on seriously well. He’s got this whimper on the edge of a whine peppered through his shouts and groans that grabs my dick hard. Sam works Baxter into a corner relatively early on and manhandles Baxter’s right leg hooked over the middle rope. Fuck, Baxter’s gargantuan legs in jeopardy make me break out into a sweat. When Sam drives knee after knee into Baxter’s vulnerable inner thigh, where those monster quads of his aren’t lending him any extra padding, I’m resigned to the possibility that Baxter may be just a hot, hunky transient in my homoerotic wrestling fantasy fare, served up just to job.
But holy shit, Baxter throws the fuck down! Just when Sam is trying to drag my boy out of the corner, Baxter leaps up, snaps those sequoias of his around his opponent’s head, and clamps down like a fucking bear trap. I would donate a kidney to trade places with Sam right then and there, because that fucking view would make me delirious! This is not a squash! The hot bros go back and forth. It’s a little clunky in terms of the storytelling and transitions, sure, but they generate some legitimate and sexy suspense. Playing to his strongest suit, Baxter lassos various body parts of lucky Sam with his superhuman legs. He gets some sweet revenge when he throws Sam in the corner and pummels the bearded bro’s inner thigh trapped over the middle rope. But then, Baxter elevates the tit-for-tatby manhandling Sam’s right leg over the middle rope on the other side of the turnbuckle. leaving the tanned hunk spread-eagled and propped up there helplessly for Baxter’s target practice. My boy goes to town on both of Sam’s inner thighs, and I’m fucking buying it!
Baxter’s got this good boy vibe about him that’s adorable as fuck. Like, even when he’s getting absolutely railed by a scene partner in his porn clips I’ve seen, there’s just something sweet about him that makes his absolutely fantasy man physique somehow approachable. So, I’m honestly surprised and absolutely delighted to see his upper lip curl into a satisfied sneer as he knee strikes the living fuck out of Sam’s spread-eagled legs. Baxter gleefully laughs as he wrings stubborn cries of pain and frustration out of his opponent. How in the living fuck could this man somehow get sexier than he already was!?!
In total, the video is a bit shy of 17 minutes. Just to be clear, it’s bro-fun wrestling with you and me bringing the erotic eye to it. They aren’t appreciating each other the way you and I are swooning over them. And, lest I forget to mention it, the explicit focus is on toeholds, which I imagine can tap into another overlapping fetish audience. The star of the show, as far as I’m concerned, though, is Baxter’s absolutely gargantuan thighs and mouthwatering ass. No shade to Sam at all, mind you. He’s handsome and gorgeous and built like a porn star. Sam calls himself “quadzilla” in a claim to have the superior monster thighs in the ring. As you might imagine, I’m not buying that. But I am buying Baxter as an erotic pro wrestling gladiator just waiting to be discovered by an audience of homoerotic wrestling fans!
