Wheeler struts to the ring with full confidence. He's excited for another solo match to show what he's capable of on his own. He strips off his red jacket, showing his beefy body off, winking at the camera as he knows Harwood is backstage watching the match.
Hart wears tight silver trunks that snuggly fit around his ass. He bounces on his feet ready to get this match underway knowing he has his work cut out for him with his much bigger opponent.
The bell rings and Wheeler charges at his opponent, grabbing on to him and then hitting a hard uppercut, that sends Hart wobbling backwards into the ropes. Wheeler shoves him into the corner and smacks him with a backhand across the chest. Whew, Adrian is surprised by the intensity starting the match. Wheeler grabs him and whips him across to the opposite corner, following after him. But Hart stops and grabs the top ropes and hoists himself up, getting Wheeler's head trapped in his legs. He pulls the wrestler's face into his ass, smacking it again and again, and then flips up and over the rope to the rings edge. Embarrassed by the ass to the face, Wheeler lunges at him, but dodges the assault and then grabs Wheeler by the head and smashes him face first into the turnbuckle.
"Bet you're missing my ass now," Hart taunts.
The pornstar then springboards off the ropes with a flying forearm, taking Wheeler down. He stays on top of him for the pin, but only gets a two count.
Hart hops back to his feet and flings the wrestler into the ropes. Wheeler bounces back and into Hart's arms where he lifts him up, spinning to the side and hitting a flapjack. He then drops an elbow on him before trying again for a pin. Wheeler throws him off immediately, what the hell? How is this twunk beating him so badly?
Hart pulls Wheeler back up to his feet and gets him in a wrist lock, but Wheeler isn't having this, using his free arm to clothesline him and take him down. He stomps on Hart while he's down, wanting to extinguish this little offense he had going. He picks the pornstar back up and hits him with a head butt, knocking him back into the ropes. He bends down and throws Hart onto his shoulder for a fireman's carry and rolls forward with the slam. Wheeler then hits a legdrop and taunts Hart, "Look who's standing now."
He grabs him by the head and throws him into the ropes, Hart springs back and ducks a punch, rebounding off the opposite ropes into Wheeler's arms, where the wrestler spins him around and drops him on his knee with a back breaker. Hart falls on his ass, in pain, and Wheeler throws himself on top of him for the cover. One. Two. Hart punches out.
Wheeler doesn't give the pornstar any time to recover, getting back up and lifting one of Hart's legs up. Hart shakes his head, knowing what's coming, but that only makes Wheeler smile. He steps through Hart's leg and then falls back, hitting a leg breaker, making the pornstar roll around in pain, holding on to his leg. Wheeler smirks as he gets Hart back to his feet, following it up with a few blows, knocking him back into the ropes. He charges at him, but Hart pulls the ropes down and Wheeler sails out of the ring on to the mats. Wheeler lands hard, but Hart isn't able to capitalize on this as he's catching his breath still. Wheeler climbs back into the ring and charges at Hart, but Hart is ready for it, and trips him. While Wheeler is on his hands and knees Hart hops on his back, riding him. He smacks him on his ass, getting him to crawl around. Wheeler turns red from embarrassment, and shakes him off. He pulls himself up and comes at Hart, but Hart dodges out of the way, and when he rebounds off the ropes, Hart connects with a roundhouse kick. Wheeler stumbles back into the corner and Hart races toward him hitting a bodysplash, slamming the thick man's body hard into the turnbuckles. Wheeler staggers forward in a daze and Hart is already rebounding off the ropes and connecting with a crossbody. He stays on top of him, hooking the leg, but Wheeler punches out after two.
Wheeler sits up, still in a daze. How did this all happen. Hart comes behind him in a rear headlock, but Wheeler is not having this. He gets on his feet, lifting Hart off his and then elbows him to break the hold. He punches the pornstar and stuffs his head between his legs, lifting him up and slamming him down with a powerbomb.
Both men lay on their backs, trying to collect themselves as the ring still vibrates from the slam. Wheeler is up first, but still takes his time, slowly making his way to the corner. Hart sees an opening, springing to his feet and rushing behind him. He shoves the wrestler hard into the turnbuckles, and then wrapping his arms around his waist, rolls backwards back on to his feet and then uses all of his strength to lift Wheeler up and hit a German suplex, bridging it for the pin. One. Two. Three!
Hart Leaps up, raising both his hands in victory. He can't believe he did it. Wheeler pounds the ring in frustration, rolling out, and ducking his head in shame.
Wheeler heads into the locker room pissed. He's been losing lately, and it is embarrassing. He wants to look strong as a solo wrestler -- not that he ever wanted to leave Harwood -- but here he was showing everyone that he needed a partner to win. He greets Harwood with a hug, but his partner brushes away before they can kiss.
"Seriously?" Wheeler asks.
Harwood doesn't say anything, leaving the locker room, his actions speaking more volume than any words could. Wheeler's heart sinks. He was hoping to at least seek comfort with his partner, but now that left a harsh reality that he really was alone.
"Fuck!"
Wheeler heads back to the showers, finding Hart in them, naked and lathered up. Wheeler tries one shower, but no water comes out. The next one, still no water. The only shower that is working is Hart's.
"You gonna be long?"
"There's room for you," Hart replies.
The porn star can sense Wheeler's frustrations with everything and feels guilty for causing a rift between him and Harwood. Wheeler remains by the broken shower faucet, debating what to do. Hart decides to make a move, approaching the wrestler with soap foam in his hand and rubbing it across his chest. "Come on..."
Wheeler can't resist anymore and steps in to the steamy water. "Ahhh..."
Hart steps behind Wheeler, letting him get splashed by the majority of the water. He reaches up and massages the wrestler's shoulders feeling the tension. He steps closer to him, his hard dick rubbing between the athlete's cheeks. He feels the tension being released as Wheeler sighs once again.
"Ahh... this is what I needed."
Hart keeps massaging the big man as it seems to be working, and besides it was the least he could do to make him feel better about losing. But, he swears he's not seeing things, Wheeler appears to be grinding his ass back on Hart's dick. Is he asking for it? Hart's dick slides up and down between the cheeks faster, Wheeler's moans getting hungrier. He wraps his arms around the wrestler, feeling his meaty chest, squeezing it. He slides his hands down his stomach to his pubes and hesitates before going down more.
"Yeah," Wheeler encourages him.
Hart's hands reach below and feel his thick, hard cock.
"Yeah, come on," Wheeler says still pushing his ass back into Hart. "Fuck me."
The two words Hart was waiting to hear. He rubs his hands on Wheeler's chest, getting some soap foam on them and then strokes his own cock, lubing it up. He then goes for it, poking his head between those thick cheeks, finding Wheeler's hole.
"Ahhhhhhhh..." Wheeler exhales as Hart's head pokes inside.
The pornstar is pleasantly surprised that Wheeler's so loose. As he goes in deeper the wrestler's ass clenches around his dick, holding it tightly.
"Mmm..." Wheeler moans, stroking his cock. "Yeah..."
Hart begins gently thrusting into him, but the big man is quiet. It appears he can handle more. A lot more. Wheeler bends forward slightly to help Hart get it in, and the moment he does he's rewarded with bliss.
"Ohhh, yeah..." the wrestler's moans echo in the showers.
Hart remains quiet, focused on delivering what the wrestler wanted. Instead of thinking about how fucking great Wheeler's ass felt, the thickness of him, Hart thinks about the guilt of Harwood and Wheeler's breakup and how it's hanging over him.
"Yeah, right there. That's it, yeah..." Wheeler is completely comfortable sharing his satisfaction out loud with Hart, easing the burden the pornstar carries.
Hart maintains short, rhythmic strokes, not wanting to push things too far.
"Ah, come on, yeah!"
Hart grinds into him Wheeler a bit faster, still testing the waters. The wrestler pushes back, loving how it feels. Yes, this was exactly what Wheeler needed at the moment. If Harwood didn't appreciate what he brought to the team, that was on him. There are plenty of guys who could admire Wheeler's assets, Hart being one of them.
"Harder!"
Hart holds on to Wheeler's hips and pounds at the wrestler. He feels him twitch, his moans getting louder. Hart reaches around and strokes Wheeler's dick, still hard as ever.
"Ughhh, yeah, uuhhh!" Wheeler screams out.
Hart feels the tension building in each thrust. He knows he won't last much longer either, but he doesn't want to stop. He rubs his hands up Wheeler's back, holding to his shoulders as he thrusts deep into the wrestler.
"Fuckkkk..." Hart whispers, the first intelligible words he's said since he started fucking.
Wheeler leans back and tilts his head to kiss Hart. This was the pounding he needed, but he still wanted more. "Alright, it's my turn."
Hart and Wheeler switch places, the pornstar extending his hands up against the tiled wall. He feels Wheeler's thickness enter him and whimpers. The wrestler pulls Hart's hips to him as he thrusts forward at the same time, going deep inside him.
Wheeler rubs his hips, "God, you're tight... Wasn't expecting that."
Hart chuckles, "Maybe you're just that big."
Wheeler laughs back, slapping Hart's ass. The pornstar exhales a few breaths, loosening up enough for Wheeler to begin really thrusting. The fullness of it all entering him makes Hart bite his lips. Wheeler can sense Hart's desire as his hips slapping up against the pornstar's.
"You feel so good..."
Hart quietly moans, enjoying the cock being entirely inside him. "Fuck..."
The wrestler can't take his hands off Hart, pulling him up erect, feeling each of his abs with his hand. He was so used to Harwood and his thickness, he forgot how ripped a guy could be. He reaches lower stroking Hart's dick. He feels Hart tighten up, but the pornstar doesn't make much noise outside of a murmur. It's kind of sexy, Wheeler thinks, like he's keeping this moment a secret. And then with another stroke of his cock, the pornstar begins cumming, his load splattering against the shower wall.
"Mmm..." Wheeler feels the stickiness on his hands. He licks it clean and then nibbles at Hart's ear. Fuck he's close. He keeps going, fucking mercilessly, thinking now only of the end and not what brought them to this moment. He tenses up, feels his cock twitching inside Hart.
"Ohhh..." Wheeler's moans are higher pitched.
"Fuck yeah," Hart moans, ready for the athlete's load.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhhh..." Wheeler turns red, pressing Hart's body into his as he cums inside him. The pornstar grinds his ass back on the cock, as a second eruption of cum fills him up. The wrestler struggles to hold on to Hart as the spasm ripples through his body.
"Ahhh, fuck," Wheeler pants releasing his hold on Hart.
Hart turns around to face him and gives him a sweet kiss on the lips. He then squats down and begins sucking Wheeler's cock.
"Oh fuck," Wheeler runs his fingers through his hair not at all expecting this.
Hart gobbles the entire cock up, and licks it clean. Once he's finished, he stands back up and kisses Wheeler again, "There you go, all clean."
Wheeler pinches Hart's ass. "Thanks."
The wrestler steps out of the shower and towels off as Hart cleans the cum out of him. When he's finished in the shower, he steps over to the changing area and sees
Wheeler throws on his white trunks and laces up his boots. Hart hands him his red jacket. "Here's a little something for you."
"Uh, thanks." Wheeler says with a chuckle.
He throws his jacket on and runs his hands through his wet hair, trying to comb it. It's fine. And then he heads on out.
Wheeler returns to his hotel room with Harwood, ready for more awkwardness. He doesn't want things to be over between them and now that he's gotten that little fuck session out of him he has a newfound confidence that he's hoping Harwood appreciate. He sees Harwood in a white hotel robe sitting on a lounge chair with some bourbon in a glass.
"Hey."
Harwood acknowledges him with a nod and sips his drink. Wheeler walks over and sits on his lap. He feels warm. And good.
"Listen, I don't want to damage your reputation with my losses, but--"
Harwood stops him. Pulls him in and gives him a long kiss.
"Okay, wow... So you forgive me?" Wheeler rubs his bald head playfully.
"No," Harwood says, getting up. "That was a kiss goodbye."
He finishes the last bit of bourbon and sheds his robe. Wheeler is confused, "Goodbye?"
"I came back for you. In the locker room." Harwood explains.
Wheeler's eyes widen -- he knows Harwood can see the look in his face that there's no denying what he did. But fuck, he looks at Harwood's thick body, what he's losing.
"I--"
"You can leave." Harwood says firmly. "We're over."
Wheeler wants to put up more of a fight, but he can tell Harwood made up his mind, at least tonight. He wants one more kiss, but knows he won't get it and so he nods and leaves the room.
Where am I going to go now? Wheeler thinks to himself. He knows the hotel is fully booked, and he doesn't feel like going around trying to find another one. The lobby? That's when he feels a keycard in jacket pocket. He takes it out and sees the room number, and realizes where it came from. Hart.
He makes his way down the hall counting the numbers along the way until he reaches the room on his card. He takes a deep breath and opens the door, stepping into the dimly lit room with music playing softly. He doesn't see Hart, but does't want to call out. No, that seems too desperate. The door clicks behind him, making more noise than he was expecting. Hart comes in from standing on the balcony; he, too, dons a white hotel robe.
"Hey..." he walks over to Wheeler with a big grin on his face.
Wheeler immediately feels relief. The guilt and shame he had when he faced Harwood gone. Hart stands on his tiptoes to give the wrestler a kiss, a long, passionate kiss. Hello.
His robe comes undone and falls to the floor, revealing his ripped body, glistening with a layer of oil. He takes off Wheeler's red jacket and tosses it on the dresser. He rubs his hands on the wrestler's furry chest as he kisses him again. Wheeler still can't stop thinking about Harwood -- are things really over with them? "I just need a room tonight..."
"Just a room?" Hart asks. "Not a bed?"
He gestures to the King size bed. Wheeler shifts his weight from one foot to the other. He pulls the pornstar back to him, kissing him again. "And a bed. And maybe something more..." he squeezes Hart's ass, finding it to be the right mixture of muscle and fat.
Hart giggles and proceeds to kiss down Wheeler's chest, kissing each pec. He then slides his hands under Wheeler's waistband, squeezing his ass back.
"Yeah..." Wheeler nods. "You got the idea."
Hart goes over to the aforementioned bed as Wheeler takes off his trunks and shoes. The pornstar lays on his back ready for whatever Wheeler has in store for him next. The wrestler pulls his legs up, folding them up so Hart's ass, and hole, are perpendicular to the ceiling. Oh that hole, Wheeler grunts just looking at it pulsating. Wanting more. But first Wheeler wanted to taste it. He slurps his tongue across it, making Hart quiver as it passes over. He licks all around the hole, kissing the soft skin around it before flicking his tongue at its edge. The pornstar whimpers quietly, making more noise from the rim job than their entire earlier fuck session. Wheeler licks up to Hart's balls, locking eyes with him. The pornstar nods for him to keep going. Wheeler goes up the shaft to the tip of Hart's dick, sucking on it, swirling his head as he goes down. Fuck, Hart is so horny, it's like they didn't fuck a few hours ago.
Wheeler sucks on the dick some more and then goes back to the hole, fucking his tongue in it. That gets Hart moaning again, the sound he wants to hear. He doesn't want this fuck session to be a secret. No, Wheeler wants Hart screaming so loud that Harwood hears it from his room several floors down. And with that thought crossing his mind, Wheeler was ready to fuck.
The wrestler climbs on the bed, standing tall. He pulls Hart around still having his ass pointed at the ceiling. He taps his dick at the edge of the hole. Hart nods, ready for it.
Wheeler drops his dick down into him, eliciting a quiet moan. Hart can tell from the look in Wheeler's face that he's fueled by more than just lust, and unlike their shower rendezvous, he cares as much about Hart enjoying the moment as himself."How's that feel?"
"Mmm... really good," Hart rocks gently back and forth.
"Yeah? How about this?" Wheeler drives his dick all the way down into Hart. The pornstar scrunches his eyes, but smiles the entire time. As Wheeler pulls back out he feels the resistance from Hart, clenching on to his dick.
"You like that?"
"Fuck yeah," Hart says.
Wheeler picks up his pace, piledriving his cock down and holding it in place before dragging it halfway out and repeating. While Hart remains quiet, he gasps and breathes heavily, enough motivation for Wheeler to keep striving for his goal.
Hart loved being overpowered by bigger studs. Guys who could throw him around, dominate him. Own his ass. Wheeler was surprisingly tame, but still delivered with a pleasurable force that Hart could not complain. No, not at all, not when he gyrates with the dick inside him, letting it rub against his prostate.
"Ahhh, fuck..." Hart gasps out, surprising himself as much as he does Wheeler.
"Yeah?" Wheeler asks, kissing his feet.
"Ohh, Cash..."
Wheeler plows down into him faster, harder. Yes, Hart thinks, own me. Wheeler keeps going, getting redder with each thrust until he lets out a growl that sends shivers up Hart's spine.
He then tosses Hart's legs away, letting the pornstar fall over on his side.
"Whew," Wheeler catches his breath. "Alright, now let me give it a try."
He has Hart lie down in the middle of the bed on his back, pointing his dick up. Wheeler hangs over him, dipping his ass down, exhaling as Hart enters him.
"Oh yeah, that's it..." Wheeler presses his hands down on bed, firming his position.
He rides the cock with a nice tempo, easing into it not so much because he couldn't take it, but because he's already sweating and didn't want to wear himself out.
"That's it, show me what you can do," Hart says.
Hart relaxes with his head in his hands in awe of the big man's desire to be fucked. Thank god for that, carrying that big ass around of his. He reaches up and grabs Wheeler's cock, keeping it from smacking into the wrestler. He's surprised that it's still very erect -- although he wasn't sure why he was so surprised, Wheeler's been lusting over him nonstop since their match. He jerks the athlete off as Wheeler keeps riding the dick to his heart's desire.
"You like that ass?" Wheeler asks.
"You know it, big boy..."
Wheeler grabs his dick from Hart's hand and strokes it himself. Hart begins thrusting up into Wheeler as he comes down, making him shudder. One stroke really hits his prostate making Wheeler wobble. He steadies himself, putting both hands back on the bed, and tells Hart to keep going. Hart obeys and pushes up into him again and again, nailing that sweet spot. Wheeler tilts his head back and sighs continuously, as good as Harwood was as a partner, he never made him feel like this.
"Ahh, ahh, yeah..." Hart closes his eyes, Wheeler's ass was bringing him to tears.
Wheeler feels guilty for thinking of Harwood again. He doesn't want him in his mind, at least not when Hart is doing so much more for him than Harwood did. He keeps riding for a bit longer and finally decides how he can make up for his betraying thoughts.
"Your turn."
Wheeler gets off of Hart's dick and sits up, leaning against the headboard. Hart faces Wheeler as he climbs on to his lap. His smile remains as the wrestler's cock enters him once again, his hole sufficiently stretched to take it with ease.
"Oh fuck," Wheeler moans.
Hart wraps his arms around Wheelers neck, using him as support to bounce up and down on him. Wheeler mirrors the rhythm, thrusting up to meet Hart's downward slams and gripping his hips tightly. He squeezes those cheeks, never tiring of the feeling of them in his hands.
Hart rides the cock fast, loving the motion of the quick brushes against his prostate. Wheeler swears he can hear Hart moaning, but the squeak of the bed is louder and drowns him out. He takes hand and strokes Hart's cock, tugging at it at the same pace as Hart's motions. The two are in sync, Wheeler grunting with how good that ass feels around his dick.
"Ohhh, ohhhh," Hart chokes out."God, your dick feels so good."
Hart loves riding that cock, which makes Wheeler proud. He enjoyed having a smaller man worship him, made him feel even more powerful. Not that Hart wasn't worthy of worship himself. In fact, Wheeler turns Hart around so the pornstar's back is to his chest, just so he can feel Hart's ripped body in his hands as he pumps his dick up in him.
"Ohh, yeah, yeah!" Hart sighs, enjoying the touch of Wheeler's hands over his body.
Wheeler slams his dick up in him, faster shorter strokes. It makes Hart shudder as his prostate pulses with each penetration. "Right there, ahh, yeahhh, fuckkkkk..."
Wheeler presses down on Hart's chest, impressed with his muscle. His leanness. With everything really.
"Cashhhhhh..." Hart wails his name as Wheeler's cock hits his prostate again, a shockwave of pleasure shooting through his entire body as his mind went numb for a moment.
Having made him scream, Wheeler moves on to his next goal: wanting him to cum, but at the same time he wants more of that dick. He debates how it should end and then pushes Hart off of him.
"Finish in me."
Hart eagerly spins around and pulls up Wheeler's legs. His hand shakes trying to line his dick up. He misses his first attempt, but then he takes a breath and gets his dick lined up to the hole and pushes in.
"Yeah, yeah, come on Adrian."
Hart pumps his cock with fast strokes. To go from being on the verge of cumming buttoming to now topping is a whiplash that his mind is still recovering from. He sees the hunger in Wheeler's eyes as he increases his pace.
"Yeah, come on, give it to me," Wheeler nods.
The wrestler reaches up and pinches Hart's pecs. "Ahhh Cash," Hart whines. "I'm so close."
"Me too, don't stop," Wheeler whimpers back.
Hart keeps pounding away, his gasps and moans now louder than the shifting bed. Wheeler tries to hold off, but hearing his partner scream out now, what he wanted all along, sets him off. He empties himself with thick spurts of seed ejaculating on to his furry stomach.
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh," he moans jerking his cock to get the last of his load out.
Hart leans forward kissing the wrestler, tasting the salty sweat on his lips, as he keeps plowing into him. Wheeler moans more to encourage the pornstar to be as noisy as he wants, and then when the spasm rips through his body, Hart doesn't disappoint.
"OHHHHHHHH, FUCKK"
He explodes inside the wrestler, twitching as a second wave of pleasure snaps though his body. Once it subsides he remains still, panting for a moment, trying to stay in the moment for as long as possible. And then he collapses on top of Wheeler's cum stained body.
"Cash..."
"Adrian... you were... everything." Wheeler squeezes him tight into his body.
Hart still gasps for air but manages to smile back at him. Wheeler realizes that at this point he was done comparing Hart to Harwood, that Hart was his own person. One that he wanted to be with going forward and seeing what they could do together. And Hart couldn't be happier.
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