Justin Owen vs. Triple H

 

In Celebration of Triple H's birthday, a bonus match.

Owen is the twink pornstar standing at 5'10" and 153 lbs with boyish good looks and a flop of hair. He's been with Next Door Male, Dylan Lucas, but seems to have found a home at RandyBlue. Triple H, is the veteran wrestler with numerous titles under his belt and comes in at 6'4" and 255 lbs. Now that he's a few years over 40 his role has shifted to more behind the scenes than in ring action.

Triple H couldn't help but laughing as he entered the ring and saw his scrawny opponent. "This kid has no idea what he signed up for," the wrestler thought. Owen was trembling in his corner; he never thought that the match he signed up for would be against the legend Triple H. He adjusted his briefs, even though they didn't need adjusting, and approached Triple H to shake his head. Triple H reaches his hand out but then knees Owen in the gut and tosses him out of the ring. He didn't deserve to be facing him. Owen gets back in the ring quicker than Triple H thought, and punches him in the back. Triple H turns around, the punches do nothing to him. Owen grabs his hand to throw him in the ropes, but Triple H easily reverses it, sending Owen into the ropes. Owen comes running back and Triple H grabs him nailing a big spinning spinebuster. Owen lays on his side, rubbing his back, as Triple H comes over picking him up and backing him into the corner. He chokes him briefly, Owen flailing his arms out desperately. Imagine if I were even trying, Triple H thinks. He Irish whips the twink porn star across to the opposite turnbuckles, his back hits them so hard he falls face first in the middle of the ring. Triple H flips his hair back as Owen reaches up grabbing on to his leg to stand up. Triple H helps him back to his feet and backs him into the corner where he hits a chop across his chest. It stings and turns red almost immediately. Triple H whips Owen into the ropes as he runs the opposite direction. The two men meet in the middle of the ring and Triple H hits a facebreaker knee smash, sending Owen flopping down on his back. Owen gasps for air as he hangs on the bottom rope, trying to get back to his feet. He could barely tell where he was. Triple H admires the porn star still trying to hang in there, and just stares as Owen gets to his feet and spins to face him. Triple H ducks down and picks Owen up by his feet, and catapults Owen into the top corner turnbuckle. Owen stumbles back, still on his feet, and Triple H grabs him in the sleeper hold. Owen feels the big man's body rub against his, his biceps choking around his head. Triple H knows he could end it with this hold, but waits until Owen is just about to collapse to let go. Owen falls to his hands and knees and Triple H stomps on him, taunting the little man. And then he slaps his hands down and yells "Suck it" as he thrusts his crotch at Owen. He picks the porn star up and hits a pedigree, that hits so hard the entire ring shakes as though it's going to collapse. Triple H rolls him over, hooks the leg and gets the easy three-count victory.

Owen was shaking as he entered the office. He tried calming his nerves by fixing his tie, but he only loosens it. Triple H sits leaned back in his chair, doesn't even bother lean for as he extends his hand, "Justin?" Owen's hand sweats as he shakes Triple H's hand. He takes a seat and plays with his tie some more. "Are you even old enough to be here?" Triple H mocks. "Yeah, and I'm old enough to drink too." Triple H nods, seemingly impressed. Owen can't believe he is in his idol's presence let alone interviewing for a job with him. He was amazed at how much hotter he looked in person. "We'll cut to the chase, why do you want to work for me?"  "Um, well..." Owen fidgeted in his chair, "It's been a dream of mine to work with you and--" "For me," Triple H corrected. "For you, and I'd do anything for the job." Triple H leans forward, "Anything?" "Absolutely." "Well, what if there's something I wanted you to take care of right now?" Triple H asks stroking his thigh. "Whatever you want." Triple H motions for Owen to approach him. He rises and sees that Triple H's pants are to his knees and his boner is pointing out of his thong right at him. Owen couldn't smile any bigger if he wanted to and wastes no time going down on his knees and grabbing the hard wood. He strokes it carefully before kissing the tip of the head. He never wants to put his lips on anything else. He flips his tie over his shoulder, out of his way and sucks the head in his mouth as his shaking hands calm down and stroke the wrestler's cock. "Ahh..." Triple H sighs with his deep voice, as if he'd been waiting all day for this. Owen sucks in half of Triple H's cock, it's so big it's already tickling his throat. He spits the dick out and lifcks up and down the shaft. Triple H rests his hands on Owen's shoulders. "That's it... keep sucking." Owen grips the bottom of his shaft tight and inhales the dick trying not to choke. Triple H rocks forward, getting his dick all the way in. He keeps rocking, as Owen's eyes widen desperate not to choke. Triple H moves his hands to Owen's long hair, combing through his messy locks. Owen's nerves calm and he starts gobbling the dick like it's nothing. He goes to town, licking up and down the shaft, sucking on his balls, and clenching the dick like it's the last one he'll hold. And he bobs the cock in and out of his mouth faster than anyone else has. And then Triple H pushes him back and has him stand up. "Let's see what we're working with..." he says standing up, his body towering over the twink. He takes off Owen's tie and methodically unbuttons his shirt. Owen unzips his pants, revealing skimpy briefs. "You won't be needing those either..." Triple H says bending down as he slides the underwear off. Now naked, Owen should be more nervous than before, yet he's surprisingly comfortable to be this vulnerable. "Very nice..." Triple H admires the twink, which surprises Owen since he figured with all the buff men around (and at his disposable) that he'd have a preference for twinks. Triple H directs Owen to lay on his desk, face down. Owen does, his ankles hanging off the edge. Triple H takes off his suit coat and his tie as he admires the view. He leans forward and kisses Owen's ass. He spreads the cheeks and nuzzles his nose in, his goatee tickling down the crack. He licks up and down Owen's smooth ass crack and slurps his tongue over his hole. "Oh, yeah..." Owen sighs, which comes off louder echoing off the walls. Triple H Grabs hold of Owen's ankles, keeping him from shaking as he eats the ass. Owen looks over his shoulder, he can't see Triple H's face at all as he's going to town. Triple H leans back out, winks at Owen, causing his heart to flutter. Thew wrestler spits in Owen's hole, and tries spreading it open as far as he can, letting his tongue get as far in as possible. Triple H's breath sends chills up Owen's spine, "Oh god, yeah, fuck me..." Triple H smirks, admiring the young lad's eagerness. He unbuttons his shirt, tossing it on his coat and grabs his cock. He spits on it, rubs it in and then taps it on Owen's ass in rapid succession, only turning the porn star on even more. "Oh, god yeah..." Triple Smacks the ass, watching jiggle and then lines up. Owen moans as Triple H shoves in his dick with no delay. "Aww..." Owen moans as Triple H strokes his cock steadily. "Oh, aww...." Owen can't keep from moaning, "Oh right there, that's right." Triple H presses down on Owen's lower back as he penetrates harder. Owen's flops from the pounding and he is forced grab a hold of the edge of desk, the entire piece of furniture shaking from the action. "Oh god, aww..." Triple H smacks his ass as he pounds away on the twink. He thrusts with such force he could tear another hole into the twink. Owen looks back and sees that Triple H's eyes are locked on his ass. He glances up and smiles at Owen. He grunts as he plows into the ass, shaking his hips letting it penetrate him at all angles. "Awww..." Owen sighs louder. The wrestler slows down as he wipes the sweat dripping down his chest. And then just when Owen thought he was going to stop, Triple H does a series of hard thrusts like his DX "Suck it" motion. Owen's eyes go wide open, his mouth agape with no sound coming out until the fury of fucks stops. Triple H lets out a deep breath. "You need a break, stud?" Triple H hates to admit it, almost ashamed that his age has come to affect his agility. He pulls his dick out and pulls Owen off his desk. Owen takes control, feeling up the wrestler's sweaty chest as he steps out of his pants and thong. Owen starts sucking his pecs, making Triple H sigh for the first time. He holds Owen's head to his chest, letting him lick, kiss and suck his nipples "That's it..." Owen laps up the pecs some more, feeling Triple H twitch. He takes a step back and looks up in his eyes, and then Triple H leans down and kisses the twink. "Suck my ass now." Triple H leans over, holding has hands on the edge of the desk and juts his ass out for the young porn star to take ownership of. Owen can't believe this offer, for some reason he always imagined that if he were going to have sex with Triple H -- as farfetched as that was -- that Triple H would only top him. He rubs circles on the wrestler's ass, feeling the sweat build on them. Then squishes them, before spreading them open and discovering Triple H's hole. Surprisingly it wasn't as tight as he hoped, then again it's Triple and who would turn down an offer to fuck him? He spits in the hole and then goes all in sticking his face right in there, his lips kissing up and down the ass. He shakes his head, letting his tongue wipe across the hole, before rocking his head forward and back, penetrating it with his tongue. Triple H moans again, louder this time. He reaches back and his big hand grabs the back of Owen's head and holds it in his ass. Owen keeps kissing the hole and flicking his tongue in, watching as it pulses ready to be pounded. Finally Triple H let's go of his head and he steps back out to catch his breath. "Fuck me," Triple H orders. Owen swallows and nods, scared that despite all his experience -- even with bigger guys -- that it might not be enough. He slowly enters into the wrestler's bubble butt, feeling his anus clench on his dick. He sighs, again in disbelief of all of this happening. He slowly rocks his dick in and out, but Triple H wants none of that, "Harder!" Owen swallows again and puts his hands on the bubble butt as he thrusts as hard he can. "Yeah!" Triple H grunts, his ass cheeks jiggling so much from the impact. "That's it!" Owen nods and keeps fucking as hard as he can, almost as if his life depended on it. He wipes his brow, the sweat building, his hair dripping wet. Triple H looks back under his stomach and through his legs watching as Owen's balls smash into his ass with each thrust. He looks back up and sighs, "Yeah... there you go." Owen grips his hands on Triple H's waist as he pounds away and then grinds with each penetration. Triple H looks back over his shoulder, seeing Owen smile at him. Owen keeps grinding into the ass as Triple H pushes it back on the cock. Owen holds still and lets the hunk ride the cock. Triple H doesn't just rock his ass back, but he grinds it too, his ass clenching the dick and letting go as it passes through him. Owen moans in unison with his idol, twitching with excitement. And then he finds himself running out of energy much faster than Triple H did. Triple H senses this and stands straight up with Owen's cock still in him. He leans back and kisses the young porn star, "You did good. Really good." Triple H takes a seat in his chair and strokes his cock a few times. Owen thinks he's going to jerk off right then and there, but instead he looks at him puzzled. "What are you waiting for? Are you going to ride my cock or not?" Owen nods enthusiastically, excited that their session seems far from over. He sits down on the wrestler's lap, his back rubbing against Triple H's chest. He feels the thick cock enter him again and strokes his own dick as Triple H thrusts back up in him. "Oh god, yeah..." Triple H wraps his arms around the twink, feeling up his slender frame -- his tight abs and his pecs. He kisses down his neck and shoulder moaning quietly. Owen feels a sudden second wind and puts his hands on Triple H's huge thighs and starts to bounce himself up and down on his lap. He hears their skin flap together loudly as he gets more and more air with each bounce. "Oh god, yeah..." Triple H whimpers. Owen holds the dick in him and grinds his ass on Triple H's lap. Triple H leans back in the chair gasping for air. And then he goes back to thrusting up the porn star's ass. Owen holds on to the chair's arm rests, as it shakes uncontrollably from their fucking. "Turn around..." Owen spins around as the wrestler said, and kisses him. The two makeout as Triple H holds the twink tightly and keeps fucking away. Owen tries to focus on kissing, but the sensation is too much and he can't stop himself from whimpering in delight. Triple combs his hand through Owen's hair, pleased with himself. He stands up, carrying the twink with him, dick in ass, and fucks him in the middle of the office. Owen's hair flops up and down as his eyes lock on the wrestler's. "Yeah, fuck me, yeah..." Triple H sets Owen back down on the desk, face up. He spreads Owen's legs wide and smashes away with more force than before. Owen rests his head in his hands, his dick so hard it's pointing to the ceiling on it's own. "Aww...." "Oh yeah," Triple H moans as he grabs Owen's dick and strokes it in sync with his thrusts. Owen feels his prostate getting hit again and again and his eyes roll to the back of his head, his whimpers becoming mute. And then as Triple H jerks his cock Owen warns, "I'm cumming..." "You're cumming?" "Oh yeah..." Owen moans as his load erupts from his penis, splattering his abs with the warm goo. "Oh god, so good..." He moans as Triple H jerks the last of the cum out of him. And then if that wasn't enough Triple H leans forward and laps up some of the cum! Owen can't restrain himself and grabs a hold of Triple H's head, holding him to his stomach. And then Triple H slides his dick out and with no jerks necessary he shoots his load up Owen's stomach. He sighs like he's out of air as the last drop splats in Owen's bellybutton. Owen sits up on his elbows as Triple H steps forward, waving his dick in his face. Owen sucks the cum off of it and giggles. Triple H picks the twink off the desk and gives him another kiss. "We're going to have fun working together," he says already picturing their next fuck session. "Together?" Owen says, "Not for you?" "After what you did right there, consider yourself promoted." Triple H says before he goes in for another kiss.

If I could choose between these two men, I'd go for the older, buffer hunk, Triple H, and well, because that ass.