Sir Jet vs. Dolph Ziggler

Jet is the 5'9 175 lb beefcake with the trademark pink hair who recently came out as gender fluid. He's got a bodybuilder's physique and with a bubble butt that just won't stop. He is literally a big ole bottom. Ziggler is the longtime WWE wrestler who recently became Tag Team champs with Robert Roode. Billed at 6'0 and 218 lbs he's still got it going on even after all these years in the ring.

Ziggler stares down Jet as he enters the ring. The buff pornstar has an intimidating body, if it weren't for his bold pink hair he'd be damn right menacing. The two men circle around once the bell rings, but Ziggler takes his eyes off him, and Jet reaches over and pinches him in the butt.

"What the hell?" Ziggler snaps.

Jet smirks, he couldn't resist. Not with how tight they were squeezed in those silver booty shorts. Ziggler comes at him and the two lock up. Ziggler grabs him in a wrist lock, but Jet breaks out of it somersaulting forward. He then reaches in his pink shorts and pulls out a key. His room key. He tosses it to Ziggler, but the wrestler dodges it, letting it fall to the ring. 

"Why not?" Jet moans. 

Ziggler looks around, he wants to take the key, but not in front of all these people. He kicks it to the side and comes at Jet again, but the pornstar sidesteps him. The wrestler rebounds back off the ropes and connects with a flying clothesline, taking Jet out. He then jumps up and hits his heart stopper elbow drop, laying on top of him for the pin, but Jet throws him off after one. 

Both men get back to their feet at the same time, but Jet is a little dazed from Ziggler's assault. Ziggler jumps at Jet and hits a DDT. The pornstar rolls away before Ziggler can continue his offensive. Jet shakes his head, as he pulls himself up using the ropes as support. Ziggler comes at him, but Jet ducks and flips him over the ropes. Ziggler lands on the edge and grabs at the pornstar, but the pornstar isn't having it. He grabs Ziggler's head and lifts him up with a suplex, slamming him back down in the center of the ring. He then jumps up and hits a legdrop. He picks Ziggler up and sticks his head between his legs and then flips him up and slams him down with a powerful power bomb. Jet lands on his ass and reaches forward, rubbing his arms up Ziggler's body as he pins him. One. Two. Ziggler punches out.

Jet stands up and pulls Ziggler's hair to get him back on his feet. He delivers a series of blows to the gut, knocking Ziggler back into the corner. He hits a series of high kicks, taking the air out of the wrestler and then grabs him by the waistband and hits a German suplex. He arches his back nicely, getting his ass directly over Ziggler's face for the pin, but Ziggler breaks the count. 

Jet gets back up and as Ziggler comes at him, bends down and scoops him up for a slam. Ziggler scrambles back to his feet, but walks straight into Jet's arms as the pornstar hoists him up and drops him on his knee with an atomic drop. Ziggler hunches over in pain as the pornstar comes at him with an uppercut. Ziggler staggers forward and Jet bends down and knocks Ziggler on his back, as he takes his legs and then starts swinging the wrestler around in the middle of the ring. He keeps going and eventually tosses the wrestler. He takes a few steps, dizzy from spinning around, but Ziggler is still on his knees. He comes over and hammers him on the back, planting Ziggler flat on his stomach. Jet stomps on him a few times before picking him back up. He whips the wrestler into the ropes, Ziggler rebounds back, ducking a clothesline and then bounces back again this time hitting a crossbody. Jet scrambles back to his feet and comes at the wrestler, but Ziggler hits him with a hip toss, followed by another. Jet hesitates before coming at Ziggler again. He then goes for a superkick, but Ziggler catches it and spins Jet around. He then jumps on Jet's back and wraps his arms and legs around him to get him into the sleeper hold. He has his hands over Jet's eyes, making him unable to see where the ropes were, but the pornstar stays calm and eventually positions himself in the center of the ring. He then runs backward, slamming Ziggler into the turnbuckles so hard that the wrestler slumps down in the corner. Jet then thrusts backward, stuffing his ass in Ziggler's face. He gives it a little shake, making him practically eat it. Jet steps back away from the corner and poses, mocking the fallen wrestler. Ziggler licks his lips, he didn't mind tasting that cake, but he would be damned if he was going to show that to Jet. 

He stands back up and Jet points to the room key, "The offer's still good."

Ziggler shakes his head and charges at the pornstar, but Jet has quick reflexes and hits a big kick to Ziggler's head, knocking him flat on his back. This is it, Jet thinks, I can put him away. His heart skips a beat as he makes his way to the corner. Jet climbs to the top turnbuckle, envisioning his victory, but in the process he loses his balance and wobbles, losing precious time. Ziggler hurries to his feet, running up the turnbuckles and hitting a top rope facebuster. Jet hits hard, but so does Ziggler. As both men struggle to get back up, Ziggler gets a second wind and hops to his feet and then hops up again hitting Jet with a dropkick. The pornstar stumbles way back into the corner, defenseless. Ziggler runs over at him, leaping with splash and then holds on to Jet's head dragging him out, hitting neckbreaker combo. He crawls on top of Jet, hooking his leg, nodding as the ref counts: one, two -- Jet punches out.

Ziggler sits on his knees, flipping his hair back out of his face. How is he going to put Jet out? He pulls the bodybuilder up by his hair and goes to whip him into the ropes, but the pornstar reverses it. Ziggler comes running back and flips over Jet and pulls on his legs to get him in a sunset flip, but Jet remains standing. The pornstar looks down at Ziggler lying below him and drops down on him, his crotch in Ziggler's face as he sits on him for a pin. Ziggler pushes Jet off him after a one count. As he gets back to his feet, Jet charges at him, swinging his leg up for another kick. Ziggler ducks and gets behind him. He leaps up and grabs him by the head and hits the zig zag. That should do it. He climbs on top of Jet, folding his legs up to his chest for the pin. One. Two. Three.

The entire time he's locked eyes with Jet, if they weren't in the middle of a match they probably would have kissed. But then there's the sound of the bell to break the moment and Ziggler leaps off him raising his arms in victory. Still he can't take his eyes off Jet -- that body -- and the pornstar takes notice before rolling out of the ring to head backstage...

Jet paces in the back locker room waiting for Ziggler to come back in. But ten minutes pass, then another fifteen and he gives up hope, going to the showers. He thought there might be some sort of connection between him and Ziggler in the ring, but apparently he was just fantasizing. At least he had the memories of their match. But when Jet returns to his locker, dripping wet, he finds a note with a pink rose:

Tonight... XO 

- Z

Jet's heart flutters with excitement. He races to gather his things and return to their hotel to see what Ziggler had in store for him. 

Jet waits in his hotel room wearing nothing but a white robe and his favorite pink underwear. Meanwhile, Ziggler steps out of the elevator wearing his bright pink shorts and his long, blond hair tired back. Ziggler didn't like to admit it, but he was quite the romantic at heart. He knocks on Jet's door and once it opens he pulls the pornstar to him with a long passionate kiss.

"Hey..." Jet says catching his breath. 

He eyes the wrestler up and down - touched that Ziggler would wear his pink shorts just for him.

"I didn't think you wanted my key," Jet says closing the door. "But I guess I didn't know you were such a romantic."

Ziggler blushes. 

"Is it hot in here, or just you?" Jet asks as he slips off his robe revealing his oiled up body. 

"I think it's you." Ziggler says stepping forward for another kiss.

He kisses Jet's lips, then down his neck, the collarbone, to the pornstar's chest. The bodybuilder breathing heavier the lower Ziggler goes. He licks the tip of Jet's pecs and then swirls his tongue on them before sucking them.

"Oh, Ziggy..." 

Ziggler looks up at him with a smirk -- he liked the nickname. He then continues sucking on the pornstar's pecs, kissing his chest, worshipping his body. 

Jet knows he has an incredible body, but he was accustomed to men just going straight to his ass, which didn't bother him so much because of all the work he put into it. But still it felt strange for such a hot wrestler to be ogling his body as if he'd never seen a man with muscles before.

He pulls Ziggler back up and holds him tight, his hands going back and feeling his ass. So much better than the little pinch he got in the ring. They kiss so more, neither man wanting to rush the moment.

Finally Jet makes the move -- dropping down to his knees, his face in Ziggler's crotch. He feels the bulge underneath his shorts, warm and growing. He licks at the material, teasing the wrestler. And then he tugs the shorts down, causing Ziggler's dick to flop out in his face. He kisses up and down the shaft, gripping it with one hand and softly stroking it. Ziggler lets out a deep breath, his legs slightly quivering with anticipation. 

"Look at you," Jet smiles as he darts the tip of his tongue at Ziggler's slit.

"Ahhh..." Ziggler exhales again, rubbing his hands through his own hair. "Yeah..."

He avoids the temptation to grab Jet by the hair and thrust his cock down his throat. Jet get sense Ziggler's longing and stops playing, swallowing his entire cock in one go. 

"Ohhh!" Ziggler is surprised, never having had a partner capable of taking his entire member without the slightest of coughs.

As Ziggler worshipped his body, Jet now worships the cock. Licking the shaft before taking it in again, admiring the girth as he strokes it, sucking tightly on the head. He then bobs his head at quick pace, nearly making Ziggler yelp. He closes his eyes, feeling Jet's nose press up against his skin. Ziggler enjoys the pleasure building up in him, and he puts his hand on Jet's head helping guide him. The pornstar loves getting getting his partner's wet and hard before they fucked him. He pulls out and looks up at the wrestler, who opens his eyes and stares back at the lust in Jet's along with the string of pre-cum still connecting them. Jet licks it up with his tongue and stands back up to kiss the wrestler, ready for things to progress.

"Have a seat." Ziggler says.

Jet is intrigued by the command, usually they'd get straight to fucking, but as he sits down he wonders if Ziggler wants a taste of his cock as well. He spreads his legs and watches Ziggler, waiting for his next move. Ziggler surprises Jet by strutting over to him in the chair and sitting on his lap.

"Oh Ziggy," Jet says before locking lips.
He can't take his hands off the wrestler, feeling up and down his body, his dick getting harder by the second.
"Jet," Ziggler says between breaths, "I want you so bad."
And without taking his eyes off Jet's Ziggler reaches behind him and positions the pornstar's cock just right and reclines on it. "Ahhh..."
Jet's eyes widen in surprise, unaccustomed to being a top. But he felt good holding on Ziggler tight, so he wasn't going to object.

"Ahh, yeah, you feel so good," Ziggler says placing his arms on Jet's shoulders.

The pornstar cups his ass, rubbing his hands in circles on his cheeks. He could say the same about him.

Jet begins to thrust upwards, hitting Ziggler in his spot, making tiny moans sneak out between the wrestler's panting. Jet knows exactly where to aim, and keeps going, making Ziggler vibrate with pleasure. The chair shakes from the fucking, but neither man wants to stop - fuck it - if it breaks, it breaks. But it doesn't break, just creaks slightly, but ultimately drowned out by the mens' moans.

Ziggler buries his head in the adonis's neck, nibbling at it to hush himself. Not that he is embarrassed by his moaning, but because he likes just hearing the physicality of Jet thrusting up into him. 

The pornstar rubs his hands up and down Ziggler's back, feeling the drops of sweat drip down. He felt so good in his arms, and hearing him moan motivated Jet to keep going. 

Finally Ziggler pushes himself away from Jet. Jet still holds himself deep in the wrestler. The wrestler stands up and takes a step back, still trying to catch his breath. 

"Fuck, you're incredible," Ziggler says, his hair a bit frizzy from the action. 

He pulls Jet up from the seat and kisses him tenderly, his hands rubbing up and down Jet's back and then coming to his ass. He pinches him, signaling his intentions.

"I thought you'd never ask," Jet chuckles.

Ziggler lies down on the bed with his legs dangling over the edge. Jet backs up and squats down on the dick, letting it poke up in him. He rests a moment once he is fully filled, taking small breaths, not wanting Ziggler to see him grimace. The pain subsidies immediately, and the pornstar begins riding the cock gradually building up momentum.

Ziggler licks his lips, in awe of the fat ass that keeps going down on his cock. It puts him in a trance, he moans softly to himself while watching it bounce up and down. Jet's moans are a bit louder, as the pornstar experiments with a few motions as he squats. 

Jet speeds up, really riding the cock, rocking it back and forth in him. He grips it tight, never once letting it come completely out of him. Ziggler watches in awe, letting the pornstar do his thing.

Jet keeps going, letting his dick flap around with excitement. Ziggler's dick was a perfect fit, and it filled him up nicely. He grows tired and rests his hands on the edge of the bed for more support, not wanting to stop. Ziggler then thrusts up in him, slow and sporadic at first, but then a steady flow of medium strokes. 

"Oh yeah," Ziggler grunts.

Jet tilts his head up and closes his eyes. Ziggler knew just what to do to please him. He keeps going, unsure of how much time has passed and not wanting to check. Finally he hears noise coming from Ziggler -- at first he can't tell it from his moans. But then he hears him:

"Fuck me more," Ziggler begs, his voice sounding a bit hoarse.
Jet was eager to be fucked by Ziggler, but the wrestler added a too cute "please" which made refusing the offer impossible. Jet stands up and faces Ziggler and pulls him to the edge of the bed. He slaps his dick on his hole and with Ziggler nodding eagerly for it, he slides it in.
"Ahhh, man..." Ziggler sighs with a chuckle at the end, tilting his head back.
He pushes in, and fuck, Ziggler's tight, almost too tight. How? He already had his dick in him before. Jet takes a deep breath, his hands digging into the wrestler's tanned hips, and starts making small thrusts to work his way in. The pornstar steadily rocks his dick in and out, just the head, fast, short strokes, loosening Ziggler up. He gradually goes deeper with each thrust, making the wrestler's smile widen. Ziggler was in heaven. He squeezes his ass, pulling on Jet's dick, making him have to put up a fight.
"Come on, Jet," Ziggler begs, "Give it to me."

Hearing Ziggler want more is empowering to pornstar, so he does his best to fulfill his desires. As much as he wanted Ziggler's cock in him, he couldn't complain about getting that ass. Such sweet cake, and ever so tight. Jet closing his eyes as he drags his cock out, prolonging each penetration as long as possible.
"Oh..." Ziggler moans, in favor of Jet's technique.

The wrestler worships Jet's chiseled body, feeling his chest, squeezing his pecs, tracing along his abs. The man had a flawless body, there was no denying that. And having him plow into him, putting that muscle to use. He had never felt happier to be where he is in this very moment.
"Oh yeah, gimme that dick, yes," Ziggler sucks in air as Jet pounds him harder.
The pornstar leans in, hanging over Ziggler, the momentum building. Jet is too focused on maintaining his rhythm to utter out any words, instead breathing heavily listening for Ziggler's cues.
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Ziggler shakes his head on the pillow, his hair becoming a tangled mess. "That's it."

And that's when he realizes he's found Ziggler's sweet spot, the one that would make the man howl. It takes a few tries, but he knows he's found it when Ziggler squirms and pulls a pillow over his face to muffle his yells. Jet keeps drilling him, unsure if he should stop (he is still awaiting for the wrestler to pound him), but he doesn't want to stifle the wrestler's enjoyment.
Ziggler wiggles around, panting and then finally pushes on Jet's chest to step back. The pornstar nods and pulls out, leaving the wrestler breathless.
"Fuck," he gasps, "I was so close..."
Jet's stomach turns -- is he supposed to keep going? Ziggler sits up, kneeling on the bed, "Now get over here and let me finish in you."
Jet hops on the bed and gets on his hands and knees and arches his back, aiming his ass right at the wrestler's face. Ziggler rubs his hands together ready to fully pound that ass. He's so giddy he can't contain his excitement, grinning from cheek to cheek before he even gets the tip in Jet. And then he pushes in, "Ahhhh..."
He feels Jet's ass clench up on his dick. That's what he's talking about. He doesn't hesitate and fucks him hard and rough.
"Uhh uhhh uhhh," Jet moans, taking it. He's been pounded so many times it was hard for anyone to stretch him.
Ziggler's hair is a mess of frizz, flapping in his face, but he doesn't let that slow him, as he pounds away at Jet. He thrusts without mercy, targeting his own primal needs. His hands, still on his ass, squeeze tighter.
"Uhhhh uhhhh," Jet's moans stretch longer, higher as Ziggler nails his prostate. He liked the sensual side of Ziggler, but he loved this wild side to him even more.
And then even as hard as Ziggler drills him, there's Jet bucking his ass back, coordinating his movement with Ziggler's. Always capable of handling more. But it proves to be too much for the athlete to take, he buries himself in Jet's thighs one last time and then unleashes a loud grunt as his seed fills up Jet's hole.

"AHHHHHHHhh..." he elongates his sigh, as his whole body shakes.

"Ohhh," Jet looks back at Ziggler, seeing the ecstasy on his face.

Ziggler leans forward on top of his back kissing the back of Jet's neck. He finally pulls out and wipes his cum on Jet's ass.

Jet lays down on his back, leaned up against the headboard, ready to cum himself. Ziggler sits next to him, kissing on his chest. He can feel the pornstar tense up, and keeps sucking his pec as Jet grows quiet. 

The pornstar feels his orgasm building up in him like a growing wave, and just as it is about to crash on down through him:

"Oh god I'm coming, I'm coming," Jet whines, "Oh fuck, oh fuck,"
He turns over and climbs on top of Ziggler as the cum gushes out, splattering the wrestler's face.

"Uhhh uhhhhh uhhhhhhh..." Jet squeezes his cock tight as the last drop lands on the tip of Ziggler's nose.

The wrestler opens his eyes and sees the panting pornstar over him. He wipes some cum off his face and licks it clean off his fingers. The taste was sweeter than expected and tasty enough that Ziggler leans forward and sucks the rest off of Jet's cock.

The pornstar moans again continuously until Ziggler stops. And then he sits back next to him, still trying to catch his breath.

"Ziggy..."

Ziggler looked at him, he didn't need to say anything -- he never looked more relaxed in his life. 

If I had my pick between these two studs, it would be too hard to turn down having a piece of Jet's cake.