Fellington wears a singlet that seems to be a little small as it clings to his body tightly. He tries adjusting it, but no matter what he does it sticks to him. Then the lights dim and Lashley marches to the ring, the giant of a man, bulging with muscles that glow from the lights reflecting their oily surface.
Lashley stares at Fellington and there's a moment of recognition, or so it seems, but it vanishes with the ringing of the bell as Lashley puts his game face on.
"Show me what you got," Lashley taunts.
The two circle around and Lashley lunges at Fellington. The pornstar side steps him, which only makes Lashley laugh. "You scared?"
They circle around and Lashley lunges again, this time Fellington responds with a kick to the gut followed by another kick to the head. Lashley staggers backward into the ropes and then marches back toward Fellington only for the pornstar to leap up and connect with a dropkick, taking Lashley down on his back. The pornstar is surprised by his advantage, but isn't going to let it up, and springs off the ropes with a moonsault, landing on top of Lashley. He stays on him for the pin, but Lashley heaves the smaller man off him after a count of one.
Lashley stands back up fuming. Fellington is scared to make a move as he sees the fury in Lashley's eyes. As they circle around Lashley gets closer, finally he's within reach and grabs Fellington on the shoulder to lift him up, but the pornstar fights back, punching him on the back, preventing him from getting a good hold. Lashley gives up and trips him, making Fellington fall on his stomach. The pornstar pushes himself up, but Lashley is ready for him, and hits him with a punch that sends Fellington wobbling back into the ropes. Lashley licks his lips and charges at him for a spear, but Fellington pulls the ropes down and ducks out of the way, sending the wrestler outside on to the mats. Fellington rebounds off the opposite ropes and comes back with a plancha, landing on top of the wrestler.
Both men are bruised by that attack, but Fellington is up first and grabs Lashley. The wrestler responds with a punch to the gut. He then lifts the pornstar up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry and charges toward the ring post with him, knocking the pornstar out of his arms. Fellington flops on the ground, barely conscious. Lashley grabs him by the head and shoves him back into the ring. The pornstar stands back up, still very dazed and Lashley comes at him, lifting him up and hitting a flapjack. Fellington tries to get away, but Lashley gets him back to his feet again.
"Where do you think you're going?" he smirks.
Lashley whips Fellington into the corner and charges after him. The pornstar holds the top ropes and swings both his feet up for a double boot to the face. The wrestler stumbles back into the ropes. As he gets back to the center of the ring, Fellington hops up on the turnbuckles and does a diving crossbody at him, but Lashley catches him. Fellington, in Lashley's clutches, shakes his head, scared of what will happen, but Lashley doesn't care. He gives Fellington's ass a squeeze then hoists him above his head and slams him down.
Lashley picks the small man up and lifts him up for a delayed vertical suplex. Holding him upside down using one arm, before falling back and slamming him down hard, making the ring shake. Lashley smirks, impressed with the effects of his strength. Fellington rolls away trying to escape from Lashley's wrath, but Lashley grabs him by his singlet straps and yanks him back toward him. He wraps his arms around the pornstar and connects with a full nelson hold. He squeezes around Fellington, knocking him out, and the bell rings for the wrestler's victory. He tosses Fellington away, raising his hands in victory.
Lashley was looking to expand Hurt Business's business into other areas. They've had tremendous success in WWE, but as CEO Lashley knows they need to branch out into other areas. And after his match with Fellington, Lashley knows exactly which areas to go into.
Fellington arrives at Lashley's apartment for their meeting -- was it a meeting or a hook-up? Fellington wasn't sure, the text was vague. He was hoping for the latter, but dressed for the former -- either way he wanted to impress the athlete. Lashley greets him still in his wrestling tights, his chest glistening in oil. It's a hook-up, Fellington decides.
"Welcome," Lashley flashes that confident smile of his. "I wanted to meet with you today to discuss an opportunity."
Fellington follows Lashley to the couch, now confused, was this a meeting?
"Hurt Business is looking to expand, and I think you're the perfect guy to help us with that."
Fellington nods, still having no idea where this is going.
"I've seen your videos, your site, and what you can do... And I think we can help each other out."
"You want to make porn?"
Lashley chuckles, "Not just make. I want to own it. You join Hurt Business and we'll help elevate your platform, beat your competitors..."
Fellington nods, but he knows it's kind of a lost cause with the rise of the amateur sites and cam models. Still he's intrigued enough to hear out Lashley's offer.
"It'll be a fifty fifty split." Lashley says, putting his hand on Fellington's knee. The pornstar can't hide that it makes him get a little hard. "How does that sound?"
Fellington stands up, "I need to think about it."
Lashley gets up, towering over him. "Is there anything that I can do to help persuade you?"
Lashley gives Fellington a wink and then takes off his belt, tossing it on to the couch. He is right up against the pornstar, breathing heavily. And then they kiss, slow at first, but heating up the longer they go. There's something sincere about it that catches Fellington off guard.
If I were to have my pick between these two hunks, an as undeniably sexy as Fellington is, I don't think I could turn down the big hunk of meat Lashley.
Fellington slides his hands down Lashley's chest and abs to his upper thighs as he descends with them. His face hovers at the wrestler's crotch. He uses his teeth and unlaces Lashley's pants. Once he's finished the wrestler aids him and drops his tights down revealing his thick semihard cock.
"Oh yeah..." Lashley sighs, pinching his pecs.
Fellington strokes the dick slowly, feeling every inch of it in his hands before he even flicks his tongue at it. And then he sucks in the head, squeezing it between his lips and sucking it in his mouth. Lashley shivers, entranced by the way the porn star works his cock. Fellington relaxes his jaw and takes in more of his dick, stuffing it down his throat. His teeth lightly touch the vein running along the bottom of Lashley's shaft. Lashley moans between breaths, his feet shifting, as his excitement builds.
"Ohhhh..." Lashley had a good feeling about Fellington, and the way he's working his cock only seems to be validating that hunch.
Still Fellington is quiet, just slurping away at the dick in his face, the sound of him sucking on it, and the pauses for breath. It's hard to tell what he's thinking. He knows Fellington is an actor of sorts, was this part of the act -- or did he really want it? He looks up at Lashley as deep throats him, his eyes looking innocent as presses his nose into his body. He slides the dick out and strokes the wet shaft faster, enjoying the sounds he elicited out of the athlete. The power he had.
"Yeah, that's it," Lashley coos.
He pulls Fellington back up to his feet and rips his shirt off him. The smaller man's body lacked the mass that Lashley had, but was still equally impressive with its tone. Lashley admires every inch of him, kissing down Fellington's neck, making the pornstar hold his breath. And then drops his pants, revealing that long cock of his and that tight, round ass. Lashley wastes no time and has Fellington turn to face the couch, leaning slightly forward allowing the tip of the wrestler's cock to breach his hole.
"Uhhh," Fellington grunts, biting his lip.
Lashley goes rough, like he's been bottling this energy up for weeks and this is the only chance he has to unleash it. Fellington's strong though and as powerful as Lashley is neither man is concerned about the bottom being broken.
"Yeah, yeah, uhhh," Lashley grunts.
Fellington maintains his breathing, he didn't know what to expect -- was it going to be a quick fuck with Lashley cumming on his ass -- or -- even better -- in it? Was this the first of many positions? He braces himself for the long haul, gently rocking in motion with Lashley getting him to hit him just right.
Lashley grunts louder, he's turning red. He knows he can't maintain this forever but it's been a long time since he's had an ass like Fellington's, that could take his abuse and not cry out for him to stop. Not that he didn't like hearing his bottoms cry out, but there was something undeniably sexy about a man who could just take it.
"Mmm..." Fellington moans quietly, enjoying all of Lashley in him.
He grinds back on the wrestler, but it proves to be too much. Works into a rhythm. Closes his eyes, picturing Lashley's cock in his hole. Lashley pulls out, wiping some of the sweat off his forehead. "Careful there."
Fellington turns around to face him, wondering what position he wanted next. Lashley takes a seat on couch -- Fellington figures he'll ride him. But the wrestler pulls his legs up to his shoulders and reveals his own pulsing hole. The pornstar's eyebrows raise.
"I told you, it's fifty-fifty." Lashley explains.
Fellington's heart races, this was turning out to be a very good deal. He pushes into Lashley watching the expression on his face as he lights up. With Fellington halfway in him, Lashley grins and nods for him to proceed.
Fellington plows into him, slow at first as the pornstar's nerves take a minute to settle. He finds a rhythm for his breathing and increases his pace, thrusting deeper, getting closer to the wrestler's sweet spot.
"Oh you feel so good in me," Lashley moans.
It's empowering to see such a big man so weak for him, and it motivates Fellington to give it his all. Fellington presses down on Lashley's thighs as he drills deeper, assaulting the wrestler. But every thrust in hits his prostate, and from the sound of it Lashley could take this all day.
"Oh god, yes," Lashley gasps after a particular wave rips through him.
Fellington smiles, trying to keep his focus. Lashley's body was gorgeous from head to toe, but his ass seemed to be an overlooked feature, that on any other body would be the highlight. There was the perfect amount of jiggle to it, even from this angle.
Fellington grabs Lashley's ankles and pushes deeper in. Lashley tilts his head back, his eyes rolling with it. Fellington strokes the wrestler's cock, slowly watching him react to his touch. He twists his hand down the shaft and tugs it back up in sync with each thrust.
"Uhhh, uhh," Lashley's moans are a garble of fragments.
And it was at this moment that Fellington forgot about the deal, forgot about the business, and only wanted to deliver pleasure to Lashley. He gyrates his hips as pushes inward, a move that makes the wrestler gasp, "Do that again!"
Fellington is happy to oblige, repeating the move over and over, increasing his speed until Lashley's mouth remains open with no sound coming out.
Fellington collapses on the wrestler, fuck these athletes have infinite stamina. Lashley kisses him intensely, still hungry for him. He stands them both up and takes Fellington's hand, "Come on, let's continue this in the bedroom."
Fellington notices there's a slight skip to Lashley's step, it was quite adorable to see the bigger man's excitement, but Fellington couldn't tell if business was blurring into something more. But then he wondered, it matter? No.
They walk into the bedroom and see the massive California King bed for them to continue the action. Lashley playfully jumps in it, Fellington follows landing on the athlete. He nibbles down Lashley's neck to his chest, where he then goes for the pecs, sucking them tightly.
"Ohhh," Lashley shakes.
Fellington keeps licking the pecs and sucking on them feeling Lashley's crotch get harder. Eventually Lashley can't take it any longer and rolls them over on their sides, their eyes locking. "I want you so bad," Lashley says as he sits up.
He has Fellington get on his hands and knees, his back instinctively arching while doing so. Lashley smacks the ass, observing its beauty. Ready for round two. He spits down onto the crack, watching his saliva disappear. And then slaps his dick down on the cheeks, following the saliva trail down the crack to the hole. He rubs his head in a circle around it before slipping it in. There's no tension, Fellington swallows it up inch by inch.
"Ahhhh..." Fellington exhales as he feels the warmth in his body.
The wrestler rocks his body back and forth and quickly accelerates to a nice fucking. There's an intensity in Lashley's eyes as he pounds away, grunting heavily with each thrust.
Fellington has had his share of cocks, every shape and size, but Lashley's hit different. He didn't even have to touch his cock for it to be hard, not only that, but he was leaking precum all over the bed. The vibrations were driving him insane, finding it harder to stay still. He grips the bed sheets firmly in his hands, but his body still moves about. Lashley holds him by the hips, still keeping things rough.
Fellington pushes up on his hands, sitting up higher now. Lashley puts one hand around his shoulder as he continues his assault.
"Uh, ah, ahhh," Fellington's moans getting higher every minute.
Fellington looks over his shoulder, seeing Lashley's focus, lost in the fucking. The wrestler leans in and kisses him on the neck, not missing a beat with his thrusts.
"Ahh, ahh, fuck," Fellington pushes back into the cock.
Lashley snaps out of his daydream, watching as the pornstar grinds his ass on his cock. He holds both hands on Fellington's hips, letting the pornstar do his thing this time, hoping he can last longer.
"Fuckkkkk..." Lashley chokes out.
Lashley can't take it anymore and thrusts back into him, hard. He keeps going, hitting Fellington so good that the pornstar sinks back on to the bed. After a fury of quick, continuous thrusts, Lashley gasps and falls face first on to the bed next to Fellington.
Did he come? That's Fellington's first thought. He can't feel anything in him. He rolls on his side to face Lashley who is sweaty and panting like a dog.
"Fuck," Lashley chuckles, "You're so hot, I don't want this to end."
"Who says it has to?"
And with that Fellington climbs on top of the wrestler and rubs his dick between his ass cheeks. "Yeah," Lashley moans. "Give me more of that dick."
Fellington gets his cock in, pushing through the thickness of the cheeks back inside the wrestler. He feels a quiver from Lashley and then proceeds to hump him. He rocks his whole body with each thrust, digging his dick deep into the wrestler with some force.
"Oh yeah, give it to me," Lashley begs.
Fellington pushes in balls deep and pulls all the way out with each stroke before plunging back in. Their skin smacks together rhythmically with each thrust, drowning out the slight squeak in the bed. Fellington speeds up his humping, chuckling as he remembers when Lashley first stuck his dick in him over by the couch and wondering if it was going to be a quick fuck. No, each man was going to enjoy every ounce of the other, making this a session last as long as possible. Fellington loved the challenge, but, fuck, Lashley's tight ass was proving to be too much.
"Yeah come on," Lashley moans.
He holds his dick in the wrestler, thrusting slowly before eventually rolling off of him, trembling.
"Getting close?" Lashley laughs.
"Just a little."
Lashley pulls their bodies together as he kisses him again. He reaches down and strokes Fellington's cock. Fuck it would be so hot if he came right there with Lashley's hand around it, but Fellington is able to fend off his urges.
"I'm close too," Lashley admits.
"Come in me," Fellington says.
Lashley kisses him again, with pleasure. He had been getting a little nervous at Fellington's relative silence this whole time, but the way Fellington smiled and lit up with his suggestion to finish in him, Lashley realized he was just playing his cards close.
The wrestler sits up on his knees and folds Fellington's legs up to his shoulders. He admires the hole, watching it pulse and then satisfies it with his dick, plowing into the pornstar. He starts slow and steady, enjoying being in control.
"Fuck your ass is so good," Lashley says, closing his eyes, savoring it.
Fellington grabs the sheets as the pleasure washed over his body. "Yeah yeah yeah," he whispers.
Lashley keeps drilling, going slow and sensual. Making his dick grind its way into him and drag it out, as Fellington's ass clenches around it.
"AHHHH..." Fellington shudders. "Yeah, don't stop..."
Lashley smiles, he has no intention to. From this angle he nails Fellington's prostate easily. He can tell it's driving the pornstar wild as Fellington's volume increases. He squirms and gasps for air. Fellington's dick smacks against his skin as the bigger man continues to drive into him. Fellington tugs on the bedsheets, looking for something to help contain himself.
Lashley is equally enthralled. The way he's grinding and gyrating on Fellington can only hold him off for so long. He sucks in some air as he feels his load coming.
"I'm gonna cum..."
"Yeah, cum in me..."
"UHhhhhhh," with a loud grunt Lashley explodes in Fellington, felling his load fill the pornstar's hole.
"Ahhh," Fellington moans with approval.
Lashley thrusts a few times, spreading his seed inside Fellington as much as possible. And then he sits back up on his knees, panting.
"Whew..." He catches his breath, still shaken.
As pleased as Lashley was, he still wasn't finished, asking, "How do you want to cum?"
Fellington tilts his head, pleased that the wrestler cared. "Let me ride you."
Lashley's dick is still impressively hard, as he moves to the edge of the bed. Fellington follows, sitting on top of him in his lap, face to face. He feels the wrestler's dick slide back in his hole with ease -- an action made even easier thanks to his cum being used as lube. He shivers and releases his breath. Locking eyes with Lashley he smiles, rests his arms on the wrestler's massive shoulders and proceeds to bounce up and down on him.
He feels Lashley grow inside him, the warmth expanding. "Uhhh..." he murmurs.
Fellington rocks his body back and forth as he goes up and down, making Lashley's cock hit every part of him.
"Ohhhh," Fellington's moans louder. He felt a true partnership with Lashley, the ways the wrestler was working to make sure he was just as satisfied (if not more) than he was. He didn't care if it was good business at this point or not, he wanted to be with Lashley no matter what.
"Fuck my cock, yeah," Lashley moans, cupping his hands around Fellington's cheeks.
Fellington kisses him again as he bounces higher off his dick. Lashley bites his lips as he pulls Fellington's body down each time, hitting deep in him.
"OHHHH," Fellington screams out with pleasure.
"Yeah, come on, ride me," Lashley cheers on.
Fellington pushes Lashley flat down on his back, pressing down on his enormous chest. He rocks back and forth on the cock, letting it rub against his prostate again and again. He builds up momentum, feeling his climax building. Faster and faster on the cock, trying to resist. Louder moans as he sense it approaching.
And then silence.
The strings of white cum splatter across Lashley's stomach and chest. And then there's a soft choke, followed by a long exhale. And then Fellington let's it all out, "Ohhhhhhhhh..."
He keeps stroking his dick and a second load of cum shoots out, this time covering the wrestler's face. Lashley smiles proudly, licking up what he can with his tongue.
"Fuckkkk," Fellington is still wringing from the orgasm, panting, shaking.
He falls on top of Lashley, his face flushed in afterglow. The wrestler rubs Fellington's ass cheeks in his hands as Fellington catches his breath.
"So it's a deal?"
Fellington kisses him, cum and all. "Yeah, sealed with a kiss."
Excellent as the other stories. I share the crush on Lashley. What about Daniel Shoneye, Beaux Valkyrie, Mustang or Rodney St.Cloud for future stories?
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