Angelo Antonio vs. Camacho
Antonio is a beefy mostly bottom porn star, who disappeared but came back with a leaner and way hotter look (with some nice locks too.) His ripped 5'10", 220lb body is something to gawk at. Camacho was sadly released from his contact a few days ago, a shame that his sexy 6'2", 230lb body might be gone from our TV screens. Hopefully this stud, who puts the beef in beefcake, will find more opportunities to show off his great looks.
Camacho stares at Antonio, impressed with the amateur's physique. He wipes his mouth and then taunts Antonio to hit him. Antonio is used to bigger guys thinking they can take him. He steps up to Camacho and smacks him across the face. Camacho doesn't blink and shoves him back into the ropes. Antonio rebounds at him and kicks him in the chest. Camacho laughs, taking just a step back. Antonio comes at him and he bends down picking him up on his back and nails a backbreaker drop. He picks up the porn star and hits him with a head butt. He follows it up with a kick in the gut and then hits a sitout inverted suplex. Antonio lands hard and can't even catch his breath before Camacho goes for the cover. Antonio punches out after one. Camacho picks up Antonio and slings him into the ropes, he comes back running, ducking a clothesline, and bouncing back with a spear. He lands on top of the big wrestler and delivers a series of punches before being pulled off by the ref. Camacho gets to his feet, angered by his new found defensive position. He goes for a punch but Antonio ducks and shoot kicks him in the gut and then a roundhouse kick to the head. Camacho stumbles back and crawls to the middle rope. Antonio runs at the ropes and hits a tiger feint kick to his chopper. Camacho falls on his back in the middle of the ring. Antonio slings himself over the ropes and hits a big splash. He goes straight for the pin, but Camacho punches out after one. Camacho sits up, still too dazed to get on his feet. Antonio hits a series of kicks to his back, making Camacho fall forward. Antonio hits a leg drop and then picks up the wrestler and then bounces off the ropes, but Camacho comes back at him hard with an elbow. Antonio falls to his knees and tries crawling to the corner. Camacho waits for him to get to his feet and hits a series of blows, trapping him in the corner. He whips Antonio across the ring to the other corner and comes at him, but Antonio ducks out of the way and tries for a cradle pin, but Camacho kicks out instantly. Camacho gets to his feet and goes for a big boot, but Antonio catches his ankle. Camacho tries to punch the porn star, but Antonio leans back, dodging it and then sweep kicks Camacho's free leg, sending him down on the mat. Camacho gets to his feet quickly, and Antonio hits him with a series of chops across the chest. Camacho winces in pain -- no longer boasting about his strength like when the match started. Antonio hits him with a dropkick, sending Camacho back into the corner turnbuckles. Antonio follows it up with a series of kicks to his gut and then grabs his head and hits a bulldog. He goes for a pin, but Camacho punches out after two. Antonio picks him up, but Camacho spins around him and hits a belly-to-back suplex. Both men take their time to get up. Camacho feels like he's getting a second wind as the two face off. Antonio leaps up and hits a head kick, Camacho staggers back, and Antonio quickly comes back at him with a dropkick. Antonio stomps his feet and when Camacho faces him connects with a superkick. Camacho falls on his back, dazed. Antonio hops to the top rope and hits a leapfrog. He lands hard and stays for the pin, getting the three-count upset victory.
Camacho wasn't sure why Antonio needed a bodyguard, he had a black belt in martial arts after all. But who is he really to complain, it was an easy paying job and he got to stare at Antonio all day. So far in his first week on duty, really the hardest part of his job was trying not get a boner from looking at Antonio so much. He was certain that Antonio has noticed it earlier today though, the bulge in his pants, but he didn't say anything. Camacho was relieved that nothing was said as his day was coming to a close, walking Antonio up to his hotel. "Wait a minute," Antonio says, calling after Camacho. "Can you come up with me?" Camacho gulps, he's going to call him out on it. He nods and follows Antonio in and they ride the elevator up in silence. In Antonio's penthouse suite, Camacho takes a seat on the chair while Antonio gets himself some water before sitting on the couch. "Now, there's a few things I would like to talk to you about..." Camacho nods. "First off there's your attire." Camacho looks down at his black tank top and khaki pants. What was wrong with that? Antonio leans forward and tugs the tank top off him. "That's much better," he says admiring Camacho's chest. "And the second thing is I noticed you got a little... excited earlier today." Camacho blushes as Antonio continues, "Which makes me think you want a piece of my ass... Well, that leads me to the third thing, which is what are you waiting for?" Antonio gulps the rest of his water and sets the glass on the table before heading into the bedroom of his suite. Camacho thinks things over, if he goes through this -- having sex with his boss -- it would change everything. Would he get fired and become his boyfriend? Or would this just be another one of his "duties?" If he rejected him, would he be fired? There seemed like no safe answer, Camacho realizes, so he'd go fuck him, so he'd at least get that out of the situation if this were his last day on the job. He enters the bedroom and finds Antonio laying on his side across the bed in a nice metallic silver bikini thong. "Took you a while to come here..." Camacho takes off his sunglasses and walks over to the bed as Antonio crawls to him. He reaches out and unbuckles Camacho's belt, slowly unzips his pants and watches as Camacho tugs them down to the floor. And there it is, his hard boner that he saw earlier in the day, only without the khaki barrier between them. "Going commando... nice," Antonio notes, as he sits up on his knees. Camacho leans forward and the two share a kiss. Camacho grabs the back of Antonio's head, holding his face up to his, as they passionately makeout. Is this a hookup? Or does Antonio have feelings for him? Camacho can't decide, but the way Antonio's tongue works its way in his mouth the more Camacho believes it's the latter. Antonio steps off the bed, as the two continue to kiss, Camacho's dick rubbing up against Antonio's thong. And then Antonio bends down and grabs it hard by the shaft, stroking it back and forth before sliding his tongue down it. He licks Camacho's pubes, then licks around every inch of his balls before gliding his tongue back up Camacho's shaft. Camacho sighs quietly, his hands on Antonio's shoulders. With one hand still stroking his dick, Antonio opens his mouth and sucks on the head. He squeezes it tight and slurps it out, letting his tongue trace around the rim. He then opens up again taking it all the way in. Camacho sighs louder, happy with the decision he made. Antonio lets go of the dick with his hands as he bobs back and forth, letting his hands feel up and down Camacho's buff legs. Antonio was impressed, he figured Camacho had a good body underneath his tanktop and khakis, but this was more than he could wish for. Camacho grabs Antonio's head and holds it in place as he fucks his dick in and out of his mouth. He stuffs his dick all the way down Antonio's throat, grinding before pulling out. Antonio gasps for air quickly as the dick comes back in his mouth. "Mmm..." Antonio says as he deep throats him some more. Camacho closes his eyes and looks up, he's never had a blow job this good before. He could come any minute if he wanted to, but fights off the urges, because he knows Antonio doesn't want to stop at oral. Antonio can sense Camacho holding back on coming, he was trembling, so he slurps out the dick and stands up. "Fuck me, baby." Antonio stands at the edge of the bed and drops his thong to the floor. He bends over on it, resting his elbows in the middle of the bed. Camacho bends down and nuzzles his face into Antonio's ass. He slurps up and down the crack before going at the hole. Hunico always squirmed too much during his rim jobs, but seeing Antonio remain as a statue as he kissed his hole, sliding his tongue in and out of it, only turned Camacho on more. Camacho swirls his head, getting his tongue to circle around in Antonio's hole, getting his dick harder too. Camacho pulls his face out of the ass and rubs his thumb up and down Antonio's hole before sucking it and stuffing it in his hole. He fucks him slowly, twisting his thumb around and around in him. Antonio sighs, as the thumb explores deeper in him. He even rocks his ass back and forth, while Camacho focuses on his motions. "Oh yeah, fuck me," Antonio sighs. Camacho slides his thumb out, he knows Antonio is loose enough. Antonio remains focused ahead, hearing the snap of the lid for the lube bottle. He hears Camacho rub it in on his cock and then feels the wet dick tapping his ass. His cheeks flap with each smack and then Camacho slowly slides it in. "AH!" Antonio moans with a pain in his tone. Camacho slowly glides his cock out, it was not even half way in, before he slides it in again. Antonio moans, "Ahh..." again, only with less trace of pain in his voice. Camacho holds it in, adjusting his position and then rests on hand on Antonio's back before pumping further in. "Ah, yeah, ugh..." Antonio moans, his ass now comfortable with the thick cock in him. Antonio rests his head in his hands, feeling the dick rub against his insides at a steady rhythm. Camacho puts both his hands on Antonio's ass, giving him a good shake as he pounds again. "Oh fuck," Antonio sighs as he's drilled by the porn star again and again. Camacho's thrusts are long and hard, making Antonio's ass cheeks echo off smacking his thighs. Camacho sweats like crazy, and slows down to catch his breath. "Need a rest?" Antonio asks. Camacho pulls out and falls face first on the bed next to the porn star. Antonio rubs his back, soothing out the knots. Camacho rolls on to his back and gives him a kiss. Antonio kisses down Camacho's neck and all over his chest before licking circles around his pecs. Camacho always loved when guys went for his pecs, and he bounces his pecs as Antonio sucks on them. Antonio sits up, admiring Camacho's chest, his dick getting harder. He grabs a hold of Camacho's cock and crawls on top of him, facing the wrestler. He blindly guides the cock up his, sighing once it's halfway in. He slowly rocks back and forth, letting the dick slide further in with each motion. Camacho moans too, Antonio's ass grabbing hold of his dick strong. He feels up Antonio's abs to his chest, squeezing his equally impressive chest. Antonio begins bouncing up and down on his knees, letting the dick poke his prostate with each penetration. He gets air time with each bounce, the entire bed shaking from the force. Camacho holds him by his waist to keep him steady, impressed with the porn stars agility. Antonio's moans become screams, as he slows his bounces and remains down with the dick in him. He gyrates on the cock, letting it hit every wall inside him. He leans down and lays on Camacho's stomach, letting the dick bend with him. Camacho holds him to his chest and thrusts back up in him. His dick nails his prostate time and time again. Antonio tilts his head up and gives Camacho a kiss to muffle his screams. Camacho's dick rubs against the prostate, he's getting turned on knowing how much Antonio is enjoying it. And then Antonio leans back up, holding his hands on Camacho's legs as he arches back. And then like a fountain, his dick explodes with cum, raining down on Camacho's chest and stomach. Antonio sits up stroking his dick, letting what is almost like a second load of cum squirt out. He lets out a long sigh, as if he's never experienced an orgasm before. He wipes his brow and then looks down -- Camacho isn't close to coming. Camacho can read the look off Antonio's face, and then confesses: "I only cum when I'm bottoming." Antonio's eyes light up -- he bottoms? "Well let me take care of that for you..." Antonio spits on his cock, and it gets hard relatively fast. He holds Camacho's legs wide apart, catching a glimpse of his tight hole before sliding his dick in it. Camacho doesn't make a sound as the dick goes all the way in. Antonio pumps it in and out slowly, again unsure of what to do with the lack of a response from the big man. The hole feels tight, but his dick has no trouble getting in or out. He holds his dick halfway in and grinds it in a circle, finally causing Camacho to moan. Quiet, but a moan nonetheless. He lets go of Camacho's legs and presses his hands down on Camacho's chest, pinching his pecs as he pumps harder and faster. "Oh yeah, god yeah..." Camacho moans as the thrusts hit is prostate one after another. He tilts his head back, resting it his hands, as Antonio continues to pump his dick all the way in and out. Antonio nods, seeing the wrestler enjoy being fucked. He thrusts his dick in and only pulls halfway out before thrusting again, Camacho moaning at a higher pitch. Nobody has had so many direct hits on his prostate, Camacho can't believe it. His entire body quivers and then without even touching his dick, cum pours out of it on to his chest and Antonio's dried cum. "Ahhhhhhhh!" Camacho moans as Antonio stops thrusting, leaving his dick in him. Antonio leans forward and laps up the warm cum off him, it taste amazing. He pulls out and lays on top of the wrestler, their wet dicks rubbing against each other. He kisses Antonio again with so much passion that Camacho is convinced there's feelings behind it. "You know..." Antonio confessed, "I didn't really need a bodyguard. But when I saw your ad... I knew I kind of had to have to myself." Camacho nods. "Well, you don't have to hire me to do this." Antonio lets out a sigh of relief as Camacho rubs his arms. "That being said, I do expect to be paid this week." Antonio smirks back at Camacho. "Then we can discuss dating."
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