Near the end of the Wrestlefest NYC kick-off party last February, I was waiting at the coat check to claim my coat and head back to my hotel room to decompress. It was cramped quarters, a narrow hallway, people coming and going. It was almost my turn at the coat check when a couple of guys walked in with the chill ozone of the winter cold still clinging to their coats. They squeezed over to the opposite side of the hallway and began taking their clothes off, revealing these luscious, tasty bodies packed perfectly into tight wrestling singlets. It took me a beat to recognize that the tall hottie was MPJ, looking like me might still have a little haze of jet lag mixing with some fresh adrenaline pump at having just arrived in Manhattan for Wrestlefest. His companion was this dazzlingly gorgeous little cherub with a fuck-me body and a love-to-be-naughty look about him as he let guys awkwardly squeeze past him while he disrobed. I’d seen Jay Mitchell on social media, but it took me a few beats to realize it was him. When it was my turn up next at the coat check, these beautiful Brits were finally ready to check their clothes. I insisted on letting them go ahead of me, mostly so that I could continue to admire the view a little longer. The long line behind me may have possibly bitched and moaned at me, but I was far to distracted to notice.
So, I was extra excited to see a couple of months later BG East release Sexy Showdown 20: Butt and Body Worship, starring that tasty morsel, Jay Mitchell, squaring off against never-miss obsession of mine, Mickey Knoxx. The actual subtitle of the product is “Body and Butt Worship,” but in my mind, the butt worship comes first. Fuck, these guys are nothing short of incendiary together! They’re both about my size, which isn’t at all a must for me, but it’s a fun treat seeing hot little beauties like these fill my screen and go at. It’s also sensational seeing Mickey in his element, snarky and cocky, staring down a pretty boy with a distinct advantage in experience.
The boys are absolutely into each other from the start, and I love the heat and passion of it. “I’m fucking done being a jobber,” Mickey says with a sneer as he transitions from sucking Jay’s face to pumping on the Brit’s skull in a front facelock. “But, there’s a new jobber in town,” Mickey adds, delighting in the notion of having someone new to take his place at the bottom of the pecking order. And fuck, the head of steam Mickey builds is mesmerizing. He’s clawing Jay’s tasty ass and groping the Brit’s chest like checking out the produce for freshness at the grocery store. Mickey, dishing it out, is one of the happiest places on earth, as far as I’m concerned, and holy fuck, this hotel showdown makes me happy!
Jay seems like he’s not ashamed to admit he’s new to erotic wrestling, and I respect that. He comes in with his head high and that cheeky little wink that suggests he’s never met a new challenge that fails to get him off. And, no shit, the achingly pretty boy isn’t exactly a pushover. In fact, while Mickey is counting his chickens, sucking face and groping Britboy ass possessively in the opening minutes, Jay flings the hot Canadian to the floor, and with suspicious smoothness, snatches Mickey into a Boston crab. “Once a jobber, always a jobber,” Jay taunts. And holy shit, Jay milks it hard. He cranks on Mickey’s balls and slaps that Canadian ass that makes me swoon every fucking time I see it! At least Jay appreciates getting his hands on Mickey’s magnificent glutes. “The famous Mickey Knoxx ass,” the Brit snarks, kneading those gorgeous globes with gusto. “But,” Jay adds, “you still didn’t win best bum, though, did you?”
Oh, fuck no, Jay Mitchell didn’t just taunt Mickey for the gross injustice I have been complaining about for a couple of years, of Mickey not being handed the title of Best Butt at BG East! “Fuck you,” Mickey and I both say at exactly the same time and with exactly the same contempt. “That is a beautiful ass though,” Jay admits, clawing at Mickey’s cheeks with due lust. Okay, okay, so maybe I don’t have to hate Jay for dissing Mickey’s appallingly underrated butt.
Honestly, there’s a lot more back and forth in this match than I expected. That may say as much about how much I’m aching to see Mickey heel as anything else, but genuinely, Jay is all in and delightfully aggressive. There’s super long, slowly milked figure-4 headscissors from the Brit that have Mickey moaning in a way that makes my cock irresistibly twitch. The “newbie” adds a hammerlock, threatening to rip Mickey’s arm out of its shoulder socket. Fuck, the pretty boy can be mean!
But I swoon for every gorgeous attack that Mickey launches on Jay. It’s like fate crashing down on the Brit when Mickey snaps the boy’s head between his legs, folds him over ass-to-ceiling, wedgies Jay’s singlet, and then takes a bite out of the Brit’s helpless butt while sitting on Jays face. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Perhaps they both want the spoils of victory even more than the actual win. Every time one of them starts milking out suffering with the advantage, they can’t stop themselves from lustily sampling the goods, sucking face, munching on nipples, licking all the way down those delicious cracks. As advertised, there’s heaping helpings of muscle worship with a whole lot of well-earned ass appreciation for both of them. I absolutely love the pairing of these guys’ bodies and personalities. They’ve both got a sly, snarky edge that likes it rough and possessive. I believe every second they lose themselves devouring each other’s bodies, and the ending is sensationally satisfying. If you like aggressive erotic play with a couple of gorgeous boys getting turned on the harder they punish one another, check out Sexy Showdown 20: Butt Worship (and Body Worship).
