Friday, February 18, 2011

The Kid Club

A couple of weeks ago I mentioned that I was celebrating "Porn Sunday" with a fresh, new purchase in support of the fine, hardworking people who bring us high quality wrestling kink. Okay, so it wasn't all philanthropic on my end, I admit. It's also true that I was craving, in particular, a taste of a sweaty, leopard thonged, red-headed muscle boy.


Wait, leopard-thonged!? That's right. In my newest purchase, Sexy Showdown 5: Florida Fun, red-headed hardbody Kid Karisma is sporting a snazzy leopard thong. When Len Harder first gets a glance at the thong under Kid K's trunks, Len is living large and in charge abusing the hell out of Kid K's balls. Fascinatingly, Kid K desperately points out that he had "special permission" from the Boss to don the leopard print. For Kid K's sake, I hope he was being honest about that.


My Porn Sunday 2011 purchase pleases me. Kid Vicious' match against Skrapper is astonishingly sexy as only Kid Vicious can deliver. But for today, I'd just like to marvel at the wonder that is Kid Karisma's match against Len Harder.


Kid K entertains me more with every match I see him in. He's putting the erotic into the homoerotic wrestling gig more and more explicitly all the time, and I'm loving it. He has a twisted, sadistic sense of humor that, paired with his "Teutonic god-like" physique (nicely put), makes him some of the highest quality wrestling kink on the market these days, I think.


Did I mention the red hair? That's a rare piece of gorgeousness to be admired. From someone with a bit of Scot in my genetics (accounting for red facial hair on my otherwise brunette composition), I frequently have a taste for a red-headed gym bunny with a homo-fratboy-feel about him and a gleeful delight in dominating and humiliating an opponent. In other words, I frequently jones for some Kid K.


This match is closer than you might imagine (or at least it was for me), primarily due to Kid K's overconfidence. If I had a body like his, I'd be overconfident too... at all times... in all ways... Len looks downright adolescent in comparison with Kid K's hard muscle tone, massive pecs and shoulders, fantasy ass, and powerful legs. But Len likes to dominate and humiliate as well, and every fraction of a second that Kid K gets distracted by his own success, Len manages to make the "Teutonic god-like young man" (really, nicely put) pay. Ass-to-face, crotch-to-face, claw-to-crotch, claw-to-pec, bearhug, inverted bearhug, forehead-to-forehead, mouth-to-mouth... the dark intimacy throughout this mat romp is non-stop and intense. I've never scene a crotch-to-crotch battle quite as literal as theirs, but indeed, hands behind their backs, Kid K and Len take turns plowing each other's crotches into one another until one of them is the clear winner of that fantastic exchange.


Frankly, I must admit, when I first saw Kid K, I questioned the wisdom of letting him claim the moniker of "Kid." Another big, stunning boy tried to fill those shoes before and found himself out the door under the weight of disappointed expectations far too soon (as far as I'm concerned). But just like the dubious, dangerous wisdom of Kid K in a leopard print thong, I think Kid K has established himself as a risk-taker, a nasty tool for delivering delightful punishment, and a legitimate member of that exclusive fraternity, each known, deceptively, as "Kid."

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