Sarge vs. Bobby Lashley

In celebration of Lashley's birthday, a bonus match with him.

Sarge is the hot versatile porn star with a bodybuilder's physique, but sadly this straight muscleman has been absent from porn as of late. Lashley is the buff wrestler / mixed martial artist who comes in 6'2", 245 lbs and looks as great as did when he debuted ten years ago.

Sarge and Lashley lock up, but Lashley boots Sarge in the gut, then hammers down on his back, sending the buff porn star to his stomach. Lashley stomps on him a couple times before picking him up and hitting a military press drop. It's a surprise to both men that Lashley has this much advantage from the get-go. Lashley picks up Sarge to his feet and smacks him across the chest, causing him to stumble back into the ropes. Lashley whips him into the ropes, sending him across the ring and back into a clothesline. Sarge lands hard on his back and Lashley climbs on top of him for the cover, but Sarge punches out after one. Lashely takes a moment before getting Sarge up to his feet. He punches Sarge, but Sarge blocks it and punches him back. Lashley whips Sarge into the corner and then charges at him with a shoulder block, but Sarge slides out of the corner, so Lashley eats turnbuckle. Lashley backs out of the corner in a little daze and Sarge comes at him, rebounding off the ropes with a flying clothesline. The big wrestler goes down and Sarge lands on top of him punching him in the head until the ref pulls him off. Lashley gets to his feet and Sarge hits a dropkick, sending him back into the ropes. Sarge whips him across the ring, but Lashley reverses it, sending Sarge running. Sarge bounces off the ropes and into Lashley who hits a spinebuster. Sarge reaches out for the ropes, desperate to get away from Lashley. Lashley smiles, thinking it's cute how the bodybuilder porn star can't handle much punishment. Sarge uses the ropes in the corner to pull himself up to his feet, while Lashley waits in the opposite corner. Once he's to his feet and turning to face the ring, Lashley is already at him, hitting a spear. Sarge slumps down to the corner and Lashley follows it up with a series of boots to the face until the ref pulls him off the porn star. Lashley wipes the sweat off his brow and picks up Sarge and hits a full-nelson slam. He goes for the cover, but somehow Sarge kicks out after two. Lashley sits on his knees in disbelief. He gets to his feet and locks up with Sarge, throwing him into the ropes, Sarge ducks a clothesline and comes back with a shoulder block. Lashley falls to his back, but rolls up to his feet instantly. They lock up and Lashley goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but mid-air Sarge kicks and reverses it, back to his feet and hits a jawbreaker. Lashley falls to his back and Sarge takes full advantage of this opening stomping on him and hitting a leg drop. He then applies an STF to Lashley. Lashley, squirms around, but Sarge's muscles have a firm, tight grasp around his neck. Lashley knows there's no way he's going to tap out, and lunges forward, pulling himself to the ropes. The ref makes Sarge break the hold, but Sarge comes back stomping on Lashley. He them picks him up and puts him between his legs and somehow lifts up the massive wrestler and hits a piledriver. Sarge lays on top of the sweating man, this is it, but no, Lashley punches out after two. Sarge can't believe it. Both men get to their feet. Sarge kicks him in the gut and hits a DDT. Lashley is back on his back as Sarge wipes the sweat off him. Sarge goes to the top turnbuckle for an aerial attack. He leaps for a 360 splash, but Lashley rolls out of the way and he eats mat. Lashley gets to his feet and picks Sarge up with a thrust spinebuster and holds him down for the three-count. Lashley raises his hands in victory as he shakes his head at his fallen opponent.

Lashley catches Sarge doing push-ups in the middle of an open space behind their tents. Sarge is shirtless, just wearing cameo pants and boots, his dog tags hanging down. Intrigued, Lashley continues to watch as the muscular porn star workout. And then Sarge looks at him, catching him staring. He stands up and approaches the tall wrestler. "Excuse me, but can I help you?" Lashley doesn't know what to say and remains silent, as if that were an apology. "That's what I thought," Sarge says. And then he notices that Lashley's got a hard on. "Oh, it seems like you're helping yourself..." Lashley smiles, embarrassed. "I didn't know you went that way," Sarge says feeling down Lashley's shoulders and biceps. "I think we can make this work..." Sarge takes Lashley by the hand and leads him past the tents, behind a sand dune, out of sight. Lashley takes off his shirt revealing his buff chest and slides down his pants so he's in his underarmour boxers. Sarge takes off his shorts, no underwear underneath. The two embrace each other like lost lovers despite it being their first kiss. Lashley holds Sarge tight, close to him so their muscles rub up against each other. Sarge can't help but feel Lashley's chest, squishing it with his hands. He leans in and sucks his pecs making Lashley sigh and squirm. "That tickles..." Lashley says pushing Sarge away. Sarge flashes his smile, "What else is ticklish?" He licks Lashley's pecs down his chest and abs to his dick. He traces his tongue around the head, teasing the wrestler. Lashley can't take it and puts his hands on Sarge's head and guides his mouth to swallow his long shaft. Sarge obliges and takes a firm grip with one hand as he begins his blowjob. He sucks the dick in fast, twisting the shaft with his hand as it goes in and then releasing as the dick slides out of his mouth. Lashley moans, as Sarge takes it all in again. It's been so long since Lashley had a blowjob. He never thought he'd meet another gay soldier being deployed, let alone a hunk like Sarge. He thrusts his dick in Sarge's mouth, letting it poke down his throat. Sarge spits the dick out, stroking it tenderly as he takes in Lashley's balls. He licks back up the shaft and takes in the head, sucking it hard. Lashley holds Sarge's head to his crotch, not wanting him to spit his dick out again. Sarge swirls the head around in his mouth before deep throating the wrestler. Finally Lashley pulls his dick out of him fearful of cumming already. "You want more?" Sarge asks with a laugh. "I wanna fuck you," Lashley says. He sits down on a rock and Sarge hovers over his cock before squatting down on his lap facing the wrestler. Their eyes lock as Lashley's huge cock goes up in Sarge. Sarge can feel Lashley's balls tap his hole as he pulls up off the dick and slides back down. He rides the massive shaft like it's no deal, perhaps all the dicks he's taken had prepared him for this moment. Lashley wraps his arms around Sarge's waist, holding him steady as his he continuously thrusts up in him. Sarge sighs and moans with each penetration, his eyes closed. Lashley smiles seeing Sarge enjoy it. He moves his hands down to Sarge's cheeks and spreads them as he slides down Lashley's cock. "Aww... yeah..." Sarge moans. Lashley squishes the cheeks and lets them slap together as Sarge pulls off the cock. Lashley hugs the porn star close to him as he keeps thrusting up in him, kissing his big lips and making out. Finally Sarge opens his eyes, "Yeah, fuck me..." Lashley kisses him once more then stands up, holding the big man as his dick remains in him. He lays Sarge on the sand on his back and rests on his knees as plows into him with quick thrusts. Sarge's whole body shakes with each hit. Lashley presses down on Sarge's chest as he goes full force. "Aww... yeah..." Sarge yells, unafraid of drawing any other soldier's attention. "Give it to me..." Lashley's eyes look down at his cock going in and halfway out of Sarge before stuffing back in. He feels Sarge's ass cheeks bounce on his shaft as he pounds away. Lashley leans on top of Sarge, the sweat from their bodies rubbing off on each other. Lashley kisses Sarge down his neck, tickling him. "I think I found your spot..." Lashley laughs. He pounds away at Sarge, whose hands rub down Lashley's back to his ass. He can't help but squeeze Lashley's ass as it rocks back and forth. "Aww... yeah..." Sarge moans higher and louder than before. "Right there..." Lashley continues to nail the spot and Sarge lets go of the wrestler, stroking his cock. "Don't cum..." Lashley says, coming to a stop. "I want some of that dick." Lashley rolls off of Sarge on to the sand face down. Sarge gets behind him on his knees and slides his dick in. He holds Lashley's ankles as the wrestler adjusts to having Sarge in him. "Right there..." Sarge nods, and slowly slides his dick further in. "Ahhhhh..." Lashley sighs. Sarge, still holding on to his ankles, rocks back and forth with a steady motion as Lashley sighs louder. "You like my dick?" Sarge asks. "Yes, sir." Lashley says. "Fuck me harder." Sarge isn't used to taking orders from a lower ranking soldier, but he wasn't going to disobey this one. He pounds away at the wrestler, stuffing his entire cock in the tight hole. Lashley gyrates his ass on the fully submerged dick letting it dig into him. Sarge keeps pounding, his dogtags flapping on his chest. Lashley had never felt such pleasure of being fucked, but then again he's never had a man of such size in him before. Sarge pushes Lashley flat down on his stomach and climbs on top of him, humping away. Lashley's ass cheeks smack together loud as Sarge keeps drilling away. Lashley turns his head to the side and gets a glimpse of Sarge's face, concentrated on his fucking. It makes his dick even harder. Lashley's grunts turn into moans as Sarge finds his G-spot. He drills at it with a series of rapid humps, causing Lashley's whole body to shake. He clenches his fists and can feel his dick ready to explode. Finally Lashley rolls over on to his back and with one stroke shoots his entire loads out on to his stomach. Sarge watches in amazement as the cum keeps coming out of him, splashing on his abs, forming a small pool. Lashley let's out a loud sigh as he finishes stroking his cock. Sarge grabs both of their cocks and rubs them together and almost instantly his load shoots out on to Lashley. "Aww... yeah! Fuck!" Sarge exclaims, surprised his load was big as it was. Lashley sits up, letting the cum drip off of him and kisses Sarge. Sarge rubs the sand and sweat off of Lashley's bald head and stands up. He helps Lashley to his feet and hands him his clothes. "I'll see you tomorrow, same time?" Sarge says. "And that's an order."
If I were to choose between these two chocolate beefcakes, I'd be unable to turn down Sarge's cakes.