In celebration of DJ Z's birthday, a bonus match!
Ferraro is the retired versatile porn star who really shined when he was with Randy Blue (and finally bottomed) with his ripped 5'9" 175 lb frame. Z is a hot young Filipino American TNA wrestler known for being a part of the Bro Mans with Robbie E and Jessie Godderz. Z comes in at 5'8 and 170 lbs (assuming his hair is flat.)
Z and Ferraro face each other in the ring with a long stare down -- both are unsure if the other is merely checking them out or if they're trying to convey intimidation; both hope it's the former. Z steps forward with his hand out to shake, Ferraro pauses and then steps forward to shake it, but instead he grabs Z and twists him in a wrist lock. He moves behind Z, tightening his hold and then Z spins around reversing it. Ferraro keeps them moving, spinning and reversing the hold and then flipping Z over him on to the mat. Z bounces to the ropes and Ferraro comes at him with a kick to the face. He goes for another kick but Z catches it and spins Ferraro around, hitting his signature hostile makeover -- a belly to back suplex dropped on to his knee. He goes for the cover but Ferraro kicks out after one. Both men get to their feet at the same time and Z comes up to the porn star to size each other up. He shoves Ferraro back, buck Ferraro comes back and shoves Z into the corner turnbuckle. Ferraro charges at him, but eats Z's back elbow. Z then whips him into the ropes, Ferraro comes running back at him and slides between his legs. Z turns around and Ferraro connects with a dropkick. Z stumbles back into the ropes dazed. Ferraro comes at him slapping him hard across the chest, making him yell in pain. He whips him across the ring and swings for a clothesarm, but Z ducks it bounce back off the ropes and hits a spear. He lands on top of Ferraro and delivers a few punches to he head until the ref pulls him off. Z picks Ferraro back up and hits a big suplex in the middle of the ring. He goes for the pin, but it's a two-count. Z hols the porn star down and then stomps on his head. Ferraro rolls closer to the ropes in pain, as Z comes at him again. He picks the pornstar up and hits a few elbows to the back of the head, but Ferraro fights back with return punches in the gut. Ferraro runs back to he ropes for some momentum but he eats a hard clothesline from Z, and flips over on his stomach. Z approaches Ferraro and hits a leg drop, making him wring in pain. Z then wraps Ferraro's arm behind his head for a lock. Ferraro is quick to spin on his knees and punch Z to break the hold. But Z headbutts him, sending him back into the corner. Z takes his time to grab Ferraro, and Ferraro fights back with a punch to the gut followed by an uppercut. Z stumbles back and Ferraro comes at him lifting him up for an atomic drop. Z bounces in place as Ferraro bounces off the ropes and comes at him again, jumping at him and hitting a hurricanrana into a pin. Z kicks out after two. Ferraro hops to his feet looking to put Z out and jumps to the top turn buckle. He leaps in the air with a sabre tooth splash and nails Z. He remains on top of him, hooking the leg and gets the three-count victory. Ferraro wins!
When he started his set, DJ Z was full of energy seeing the crowd get into it and everybody on their feet, but now that he's almost done he's feeling a little down. And it's not just because Robbie E and Jessie Godderz, who started out the night dancing and groping each other, were now leaving for what Z imagined would be a night of incredible sex, but it was because he wanted to have a partner like they did, or maybe he was just in dire need of a good lay. And then he sees Ferraro, dancing with his shirt off sweat dripping down his chest, glistening off the lights. He motions his index finger for Ferraro to come up to his booth, and it's just his luck that Ferraro nods with a smile. In a flash Ferraro is dancing behind Z, grinding on his ass, his hands pulling Z's body up to his. Z's smile comes back and he finishes his set with the energy he had at the start. Ferraro spins the DJ to face him and plants a kiss on his lips, holding Z's head steady. "Your place or mine?" He asks. "My hotel is right next door," Z responds. "Yours it is," Ferraro says cracking his killer smile. They hold hands and walk out, a moment that Z wishes E or Godderz were around to witness, a hot guy he was going to fuck. Inside Z's bedroom the two studs makeout instantly, their hands feeling up and down each others bodies, every inch and every muscle. Z can't keep his hands off Ferraro's delicious ass while Ferraro keeps rubbing Z's chest and pinching his pecs. Z takes his glasses off and then leans down to suck on Ferraro's pecs. Ferraro sighs, holding Z's head close as his body trembles. Z playfully bites the pecs and then swirls his tongue around in circles before suctioning his lips on them. "Ahhhh," Ferraro sighs. "Suck my cock with those lips." Z chuckles and bends down to his knees, pulling Ferraro's short shorts to the floor. He feels Ferraro's cock through his Calvin Klein's and then peels the porn stars underwear off to reveal his massive hard on. Z freezes in awe of the dick, but Ferraro wastes no time and grabs the back of Z's head and thrusts it to his cock. Z inhales the dick, bobbing to and fro sliding his lips all the way down to Ferraro's balls. Ferraro keeps thrusting his dick in, and Z takes it without choking. Z keeps going down on it, his hands on Ferraro's thighs, twisting his head in every direction making Ferraro sigh louder. Finally Ferraro can't take it anymore and pushes Z off him. He stands Z up and makes him face the bed and lean forward. He pulls off Z's jeans and underwear and grabs the ass cheeks and gives them a jiggle. He bends down and nuzzles his face in between them, munching on the wrestler's hole. He grabs each cheek and kisses them before licking up and down Z's crack. He spits in the hole and methodically spreads the saliva around with his tongue. Satisfied he stands back up and asks Z if he's ready. "Fuck yeah," Z says with no hesitation.
Ferraro slides his cock in the wrestler's tight ass, making Z moan with delight. It has been quite some time since Z had been fucked by somebody other than E or Godderz, and even their last threesome was months ago. His ass felt extra tight, but with his saliva dripping off Ferraro's cock, it goes in easily. Ferraro pulls on the hair on the back of Z's head as he fucks him. "Ahhh, yeah!" Z yells arching his back. Ferraro keeps pounding away getting his dick all the way in the wrestler until his balls smacked up against his hole. Z's ass loosens up relatively quickly and he even bounces back on the dick, letting it go up in his faster and faster. Ferraro grunts consistently, now holding on to Z's shoulders. "Oh god, fuck me like that," Z says. Ferraro nods and pushes Z face first on to the bed as he pounds away. He grinds his dick in him and then pulls out to repeat it again. Z keeps moaning loudly, it's almost as if he hasn't been fucked before, which turns Ferraro on. He rolls Z over on to his back and spreads his legs as he drills his cock back in. Z playfully taps his dick up against Ferraro's stomach as he thrusts in and out of the wrestler. "Oh god, yeah," Z yells, "Right there." Ferraro nods and keeps fucking, and stroking Z's hard cock with his other hand. Z tilts his head back looking straight up in the ceiling never having felt this good. He looks back at Ferraro and sees him standing grinding away with his eyes closed and his tongue licking his lips. "That's it fuck me," Z encourages the porn star, "Fuck my tight hole." Ferraro opens his eyes and sees the grin on Z's face. He leans in and brushes his mustache against Z's face, making out with him. He then stands straight up and picks up the wrestler, holding him in the air as he fucks him. Z wraps his arms around Ferraro's neck for support and makes out with him as Ferraro's cock pulses up in him. Ferraro grips on to Z's ass tight as he thrusts his dick in and out, in and out and then he taps it, signalling for Z to stand up on his own. "Fuck me." Z kisses Ferraro for saying those magical words and then sucks on his pecs again. "Ahh, yeah," Ferraro says as he turns to face the bed and extend his ass out. Z spits on his cock and slides it in the porn star with ease. He feels Ferraro's ass clench around it, then pulls it out and stuffs it back in. "Ughhh," Ferraro moans as the dick goes further in. "You like that?" Z asks. Ferraro tilts his head back and nods as Z begins to slowly fuck the porn star. His dick goes in easily half way then Ferraro tightens up, but it still feels good. Ferraro grunts with each penetration, which turns Z on. He rubs the porn stars back and then holds is waist as he fucks faster. Ferraro's whole body bounces with each penetration and his grunts become yells, "Fuck yeah, uhhhh..." Ferraro moans. Z giggles as he pounds away, surprised that the porn star isn't more used to having things go up his ass. He smacks the cheeks one at time and then gyrates his cock, which makes Ferraro's whole body quiver. He leans in and kisses Ferraro, but the porn star surprises him and throws him on the bed. Z lays face up bracing to be fucked again, but instead Ferraro crawls on top of him and then sits his ass down on Z's dick. "Ahhhh," Ferraro sighs as he goes down all the way. He faces the wrestler and smiles and bounces up and down on the cock slowly. Z watches Ferraro's facial expressions change from slight pain to full pleasure and thrusts up each time Ferraro pulls back up. "Uhhh, yeah," Ferraro moans. He places his hands on Z's sweaty chest for balance, pinching his pecs occasionally when he felt a little pain. Z feels up the porns star's abs to his chest, squeezing it before going back down, admiring the results of Ferraro's hours in the gym. Ferraro leans forward and Z thrusts up in a flurry making the porn star gasp for air as he hits his prostate again and again. "I'm going to cum," Ferraro warns as Z shows no sign of slowing down. And then Ferraro grabs his cock and squirts his white load all over Z's chest. Z slows his thrusting to a stop and Ferraro sits still with Z's dick in him, stroking the last of his juice out on to the wrestler. He leans down on the DJ and gives him a passionate kiss before Z rolls them over and sits on top of Ferraro. He rubs his dick slowly and then closes his eyes as he cums. Ferraro opens his mouth and let's the load drip on his face, half in his mouth, half everywhere else. "Ahhhh!" Z sighs looking down at the porn star wiping the cum off his face and lapping it off his hand. Z lays down next to Ferraro and the two kiss as they cuddle, both tired from their wild session.
If I were to pick between these sexy hunks, I'd go with Ferraro.
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