Jeremy Walker vs. David Otunga

In celebration of Otunga's birthday, a match featuring him.

Walker is the longtime porn star who seems pretty quiet, I guess he let's his ripped 6'0 and 230 lb body do all the talking. Otunga is the muscular superstar who loves to flex, pose and show off his 6'1" 229 lb body. And with a body like that who can blame him?

Otunga marches to the ring, his body dripping in baby oil. He takes a deep breath and enters, while Walker watches, nervously adjusting the straps on his singlet. The ref signals the start of the match and Otunga circles around and gets behind Walker. He hits him in the back of the knee, taking the big pornstar down. He follows it up with a headlock while pounding against Walker's chest. He shoves the pornstar forward into the ropes, Walker runs back and into Otunga's arms where he scoop slams him down in the middle of the ring. He hooks the leg, but Walker easily punches out at one. Otunga picks the pornstar back up and elbows him in the back. He slings Walker's arm over his shoulder and grabs him by his waist. But Walker punches back and reverses the move, lifting Otunga ip for a delayed vertical suplex. Both men take a minute to get up, Otunga tries to punch Walker, but Walker ducks it and picks up Otunga, hitting an atomic drop. Otunga hops forward in pain, as Walker grabs him and whips him into the ropes. Otunga rebounds back and hits a shoulder block, knocking Walker down. Otunga runs back into the ropes as Walker stands up. Walker goes for the big boot, but Otunga ducks under him and then jumps on his back for a crucifix driver. He holds Walker down for the pin, but the pornstar breaks it just after the two-count. Otunga stomps on the pornstar a few times and then picks him and continues punching him. Walker stumbles back into the corner and Otunga runs at him with a lariat. Walker chokes for air as he stuggles to stand up in the corner. Otunga runs at him with a bodysplash, knocking him back into the turnbuckles again. Walker trips forward into Otunga's arms and the wrestler hits him with a sidewalk slam. He hooks the leg for the pin, but again Walker kicks out in time. Otunga shakes his head, not knowing what to do to put him out. He picks Walker up, but the pornstar punches him in the gut. Otunga tries to whip Walker into the ropes, but the pornstar reverses it. Otunga rebounds off the ropes and leaps for a crossbody, but the pornstar catches him. Otunga shakes his head, regretting his decision, but Walker smirks as he drops him down on his knee for a backbreaker. He holds the stud down on his knee, drilling it into his back, until he finally shoves the wrestler off him. Otunga scurries to his feet and charges at Walker, but the pornstar hits an arm toss. Otunga stands back up and as soon as he turns around Walker is at him with a spear, taking him down. He hits a series of blows until the ref peals him off the wrestler. Otunga shakes his head as he gets on to his knees. Walker comes back and picks Otunga up between his legs. He hoists the wrestler up and then powerbombs him, making the ring shake. He holds him down for the pin, but Otunga kicks out after two. Walker picks Otunga back up, but Otunga counters with a cheap poke in the eyes. Walker stammers back, and Otunga gets him in a side headlock. He squeezes his bicep around the pornstar's head and neck, choking him. Walker gasps for air and then uses his strength to elbow Otunga. Otunga holds on, but then Walked elbows him in the gut again. He then lifts Otunga up in a fireman's carry into a cutter. Otunga lays sprawled out as Walker slides on top of him, holding his shoulders down. One. Two. Three. The pornstar upsets the wrestler with a stunning win.

Walker took the news better than Godderz thought. Walker nods, and hugs his trainer goodbye. He couldn't be anything but supportive to his former employee and fuck-buddy, not when Godderz receives a once in a lifetime job opportunity like he did.
He stares at the photo of Godderz hanging on his wall. He will be missed. But now it was time to find his replacement, a new trainer who would be able to handle all of their clients' needs. 
First up: Otunga.
He wears red shorts and a tight black tanktop that can barely contain his massive chest. As soon as he sits down across the desk from Walker, Walker gets a huge boner. The two men introduce each other, but then it gets down to business. Otunga has his shit together, giving Walker all the answers he wants to hear. But now it was time for the real test:
"So, our clients expect a little more from our trainers," Walker says. 
"Like what?"
Walker stands up and walks over to Otunga. He has him stand up and takes off Otunga's tanktop. He feels his chest and then leans in and sucks on the wrestler's pecs.
"Ahhhh..." Otunga sighs, instantly picking up what Walker is laying down. But still he's not entirely comfortable and pushes Walker back.
"Is this going to be a problem for you?"
Otunga steps back, "It's not really my thing..."
"I can understand, which is why the pay will get you about six figures plus a year."
Otunga's eyes light up with dollar signs.
"I can work with that..." Otunga says with a smile.
"Show me," Walker says.
Walker slides his jeans down, revealing a massive boner that he waves from side to side. Otunga looks down at it and at Walker's face -- he wants him to suck it?
"Our clients will feel uncomfortable if there's any sort of delay," Walker explains. "And believe me, a lot of them don't look nearly as good as me."
Otunga swallows and gets down on his knees. He grabs a hold of Walker's dick and strokes it, pumping his hand down the entire shaft.
"Ahh, that's it open up," Walker says staring down.
Otunga closes his eyes and then opens his mouth, letting the head slide in. He sucks his lips around it, and squeezes.
"Mmm..." Walker sighs, feeling his own chest. "That's it."
Otunga keeps jerking the cock as he goes down on it, trying not to gag -- not just from the size but from the thoughts rushing in his head. Just think about he money, he says, think about the money. 
Walker holds Otunga's head steady and skull fucks him, letting his boner choke down his throat before pulling it back out.
"Mmm, take that cock," Walker sighs, skull fucking him more.
Otunga concentrates on not choking, this is still his job interview. He slurps the dick out and rubs his hand down it cupping Walker's balls before kissing the head. For his first blowjob he was a quick learner, remembering all the techniques he liked from the women who've sucked him off.
"Look at me," Walker says.
Otunga stares up as the dick goes in his mouth.
"Our clients don't want to be ignored when they're being service," Walker says. "They like to think there's a connection between you, so you have to maintain eye contact."
Otunga nods with the dick still in his mouth. He keeps going down on Walker, unsure of when he should stop, assuming Walker will guide him. Walker pets Otunga's head, pleasantly surprised with the job he's doing. He feels himself twitch and then steps back, sliding his dick out of the wrestler's throat.
"Okay, very good," Walker says.
Otunga stands back up and wipes his mouth.
"Now let's see how you handle being worshiped."
This should be easy enough, Otunga thinks. Walker feels up the wrestler's chest again, rubbing his hands along his shoulders and every muscle in his arms. He kisses down Otunga's stomach and slides off the wrestler's shorts to reveal his jock strap. He tugs it down and lets Otunga's dick flop out. He continues massaging Otunga's legs and then around to his butt. He squishes each cheek and gives it a playful smack before he comes back up behind Otunga and rubs his shoulders.
"You're a natural."
Otunga smirks, and turns back to face Walker, flexing his biceps. 
"Fuck, you're ripped," Walker whispers.
Otunga bounces his chest making Walker hard. Then he poses some more, his body looking incredible from every angle.
"All right, now I take it you can handle be sucked, so let's just skip to the next portion of the interview," Walker says as he cleans a space on his desk. "Fuck me."
Walker bends over and wags his ass for Otunga to dominant. Otunga stares at the ass, his dick pointed right at it.
"Come on," Walker says. 
Otunga exhales and and slowly sticks it in between Walker's cheeks. Walker groans as the head enters him. He feels it poke around his insides and sighs. Otunga exhales again, shifting the weight in his feet as he grabs Walker's waist.
"That's it, fuck me," Walker says.
Otunga thrusts into Walker, watching as his ass cheeks ripple from the pounding. 
"Come on, harder," Walker cheers him on.
Otunga nods, not entirely used to having a partner who liked it rough. He keeps nailing the beefy pornstar, his dick feeling all kinds of sensation from the tight hole. Truth be told, this actually felt really good. Otunga was getting turned on and puffs his chest as he presses down on Walker's lower back, pounding away at him.
"Ahhh, yeah, mmm..." Walker sighs. "Stroke my cock."
Otunga grabs Walker's dick, jerking him while he fucks. The wrestler keeps going hard, his chest dripping in sweat. He breathes heavily through his nose, but otherwise remains quiet, letting Walker make all the noise.
"Ahhh, yeah, fuck..." Walker moans. "What other positions do you have?"
Otunga pulls out and has Walker lay on the desk on his back. He throws the pornstar's legs on his shoulders and plunges his cock back in him. Walker shudders and instantly feels the warm sensation go through him. He rolls his eyes back listing to Otunga's cock smash into him again and again.
"Ah, ahhhh," Otunga sighs.
Walker looks up at him, seeing the determined look in his face. He taps his dick against Otunga's stomach, letting the precum drip on him. 
"Fuck yeah, uhhh," Walker moans. "Right there, yeah."
Otunga forgets that this is a job interview, he's in full sex mode eager to give his partner pleasure. He no longer thinks of Walker as a dude, but as his challenge. He pounds away, rubbing his hands on Walker's chest hoping to make him cum. But Walker doesn't moan much, just breathes with Otunga, showing no signs of cumming just yet.
Otunga slides him further on the desk and then hops up on top of the furniture. He holds Walker's legs up high so his hole is pointed to the ceiling and then drills his cock down in him.
"Ohhhh, god, ohhhh," Walker moans.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhhhh..." Otunga groans as he piledrives his cock all the way in.
"Ahhh..." Walker shudders with the whole cock in him. 
Otunga pulls his dick all the way out and then plunges it back in. And again. And again. Walker holds his own cock, slowly stroking it, making Otunga think this might be it.
"Uhhh, yeah," Otunga grunts. "Gonna cum?"
"Ahhh..." Walker sighs, "Not yet."
Otunga tries not to look defeated and keeps nailing the pornstar until he needs a break. He lays down next to Walker and slides his cock in him to fuck him laying side by side. The desk shifts with each motion, both men groaning. 
"Mmm... yeah," Walker moans. 
Otunga's thrusts are long and slow, making Walker want them even more. He rocks his ass back and forth on the dick, letting it rub against the bottom of his hole each time it goes in and out of him.
As far as a top Walker was more than pleased with Otunga's performance. And Walker knew that for the majority of his clients that would be more than enough satisfaction. But he wasn't ready to tell Otunga he was hired just yet.
Walker tilts his head back and looks at Otunga. The two hunks kiss as Otunga keeps his throbbing dick rocking in and out of Walker. 
"Fuck," Walker sighs. "You're doing great."
"Uhhh, uhhh," Otunga moans. "Yeah?"
Walker rolls over on his back, letting Otunga's dick slide out of him. "Yeah. But not all of our clients bottom."
Otunga nods, and stares up at the ceiling. He doesn't say anything. He felt like he was being used. Hell, he sucked Walker's cock already. And then he was making the big man moan and shake -- how could he not have the job yet?
"And your job would be to please all the clients," Walker continues.
"So you want to fuck me?" Otunga puts it out.
"Ride my cock."
Otunga sits up on the desk and looks over at Walker. The pornstar rests his head in his hands and waves his dick. Otunga gets on his knees and crawls on top of him. He can't face him though, and instead chooses to have his back to Walker's face. Walker holds his dick up and aims it at Otunga's hole. The wrestler spreads his cheeks apart with both hands as he squats down. He feels the head rub against his ass, circling his hole and then it pokes in.
"Ahh!" Otunga shouts. 
"Breathe," Walker instructs.
Otunga breathes in and out -- think of the money, think of the money. He squats back down again letting the tip in his hole. 
"Uhhhh..." Otunga moans.
"That's it, go slow."
Otunga goes up and down slowly on the head of Walker's cock. The warm burn passes through him and soon he feels nothing but the dick inside him. How is this pleasurable? Otunga wonders. He keeps going, gradually letting more of the shaft up in him as Walker's hands rub up and down his back keeping him calm.
"Ahhh..." Walker sighs, "Faster."
Otunga nods, and obeys the command. He bounces up and down on the dick much faster, no longer afraid of pain. And soon enough Otunga finds the feeling of the dick rubbing up against his insides was actually pretty good. He didn't understand how someone could orgasm from this, but it wasn't bad. He holds his balls in his hand as he rides the cock faster.
"Ahhh, ahhh, mmm..." he moans.
Walker smiles, appreciating Otunga's dedication and the job wasn't even his yet.
"How you like that dick in your ass?" Walker asks.
"It's good," Otunga says. Walker knows he isn't lying which turns him on even more.
He thrusts his dick up, making his balls smack up against Otunga's cheeks.
"Oh yeah, ahhh," Otunga moans.
Walker keeps going, making the desk wobble.
"Fuck yeah," Otunga sighs.
Walker pulls the wrestler back so he's resting on his chest. He wraps his arms around him in a bearhug and thrusts his dick up in him faster and harder.
"Oh, oh, oh," Otunga whines.
The dick sinks in him, nailing his prostate. A quiver goes through Otunga's whole body -- now he gets why people like to be fucked.
"Oh god, right there, right there," Otunga moans.
Walker keeps nailing the same spot as the wrestler twitches and shakes on top of him. 
"Yeah, yes, yes," Otunga whines.
Walker feels that he's getting close to cumming and goes faster. Both men start to moan continuously, their voices becoming one. 
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh..." Otunga shrieks.
"Uhhh, ahhh, uhhhh..." Walker groans.
And suddenly without even touching his dick Otunga shoots his load all over himself. The white cum streaks across his stomach to his pecs. Even after it oozes out he trembles, the feeling still there. He gasps and chokes out a breath, "Ahhhh, fuck!"
Walker slides his dick out of the tight ass and jerks off. Soon he's holding his breath and turning red as his climaxes. 
"Uhhh, urghhh..." Walker grunts.
His load explodes out, dripping down the sides of his cock on to his legs. Otunga lays by his side, rubbing his slightly hairy chest as the pornstar shakes. 
"Ahhhh..." Walker sighs. "Whew..."
The muscle men are two sweaty beasts. Walker sits up and slides off the desk and then turns around and lends Otunga a hand. He hands him a towel to wipe off.
Otunga remembers that this was an interview with the carefree abandonment he had during the sex gone, and the feeling of being scrunitized back. 
"So I still have some more guys to interview," Walker says.
Otunga's heart sinks. He feels used, cheap -- like he was fucked twice. Walker can see the look of disappoint in his face.
"But I doubt anyone will be able to surpass your interview," Walker continues. "I'll give you a call tomorrow with my decision."
"Thank you," Otunga says extending his hand out to shake. 
Walker brushes past it and kisses the hunk. "No, thank you."
Otunga throws his tanktop back on and finds his shorts and pulls them up. He nods and then steps out of the office, purposely leaving his jockstrap in the office so Walker will think of him during his other interviews.

If I were to have my way with one of these two musclemen, I'd go with Otunga.