Boston has to adjust his singlet the moment he sees Jaz walk into the ring in his tight, sparkly blue short shorts. The wrestler has a gorgeous body, dripping in oil, and those shorts just enhance all of his assets. No one can blame Boston for getting a hard on and having to fix it as their match gets underway.
The two remain in opposite corners even after the bell signals the start of the match. Jaz makes the first move coming in crouched to the center of the ring. Boston doesn't know what to do, but comes in trying to grab him, but the wrestler tackles his legs, bringing him down. Jaz gets behind him in a waist lock, he can feel Boston push his plump ass up against his groin. Fuck it feels good, but he can't get distracted. Too late. Boston elbows him in the head, breaking the hold. Then the pornstar turns around and delivers another blow to the head followed by a kick. Jaz falls to his knees, stunned.
Boston grabs Jaz by the wrist in a wrist lock, but the wrestler rolls forward, reversing it. Boston gets down on his knees and flips Jaz over him. He then gets up and leaps up for a leg drop, squashing the wrestler. He grabs Jaz by the hair and throws him back into the corner turnbuckle. He then runs in with a bodysplash, knocking the air out of Jaz. Jaz stumbles forward holding on to the ropes for support, but Boston comes with a lariat, flipping Jaz backwards over the rope and out of the ring. Boston then runs to the opposite side of the ring to build momentum and comes back leaping through with a plancha, that takes Jaz out again. The move hurt Boston a bit, but Jaz is sprawled out with no signs of getting up soon. The pornstar licks his lips and picks Jaz up again. He shoves him back against the ring pole, choking his hand around his neck to hold him still, and then backhands him across the chest.
"Ahhhh!" Jaz's pain is heard clearly in his yell.
He tries to walk away, but Boston grabs him again, pinning him against the pole. He smacks him again across the chest, leaving a red mark. Jaz winces in pain, knowing he's still at Boston's mercy. The pornstar punches him in the head and then rolls him back into the ring. As Jaz remains lying there, Boston climbs up the turnbuckles and leaps for a frog splash, but Jaz rolls out of the way in time so all he eats is mat. Jaz sees the opening and scrambles to get back up. Boston is back on his feet not much slower, but Jaz connects with a dropkick. Boston bounces back up, but is hit with another dropkick. Boston is slow to get up and goes to the corner. Jaz grabs him and whips him to the opposite turnbuckles. Boston hits them so hard he bounces back out into Jaz's arms who hits a belly to belly suplex. Jaz bridges it for a pin. One. Two. Boston punches out in time.
Jaz stands back up while Boston sits up. He grabs him in arm lock, but Boston rolls down, flipping Jaz over him. Jaz hurries back up and reaches for Boston, but the pornstar surprises him with an uppercut. Jaz wobbles backwards and Boston leaps up and hits a dropkick, knocking him back into the ropes. Boston whips Jaz into the corner turnbuckles so hard the wrestler rebounds out, coming to his knees. His face is right at Boston's groin, and so the pornstar thrusts upward at him before pounding his hands down in a sledgehammer on Jaz's back. That knocks the wrestler flat on his stomach. Boston rips the straps off his singlet showing off the patch of hair on his chest, it's time to finish him. He runs at Jaz who is in the opposite corner but Jaz leaps up and over him, pulling him down in the process for a sunset flip. He puts his legs on the pornstar's arms to keep him in place, but Boston still manages to kick out at two.
Jaz and Boston scramble back to their feet. Jaz takes a swing at Boston, but the pornstar ducks it and grabs him from behind. He hoists Jaz up and hits an atomic drop. Jaz hops forward holding himself, but Boston grabs him, spins him around and hits a suplex. He lays across the wrestler for the pin, but Jaz punches out.
The two men get back up and square off again, Jaz still a little dazed. Boston delivers a couple of kicks and then goes for a roundhouse, but Jaz ducks it. He shoves Boston back into the ropes, the pornstar comes back and Jaz hits a clothesline so hard that the pornstar flips 360 before landing down on the mat flat on the stomach. Jaz hurries over to the corner. He's so excited he doesn't look at Boston and just leaps off the middle turnbuckle, but Boston is standing and ready for him. He catches Jaz, albeit the wrestler is upside down, his face in Boston's crotch. The pornstar thrusts his groin in Jaz's face, another taunt, and then falls down for a piledriver. He lays on top of Jaz, but the wrestler punches out after one with a lot of anger.
Jaz doesn't like how Boston is taunting him. Sure, he's cute, but not in the ring in the middle of a match. They square off again, this time Jaz gets behind him with a waistlock. Then to taunt him, he thrusts his groin at Boston's bubbly ass, catching the pornstar off guard. He uses that to hit a German suplex, that sends Boston across the ring like a rag doll.
Jaz pulls Boston back upright, but the pornstar grabs him and drops down with a jawbreaker. Jaz stumbles backward, and Boston grabs him in a fireman's carry. Jaz squirms out of it, and takes a few steps to charge at the pornstar. Boston ducks out of the way pulling the middle rope down, and Jaz falls through, but manages to land on the edge of the ring. Boston turns around and Jaz hits him with a shoulder block through the ropes. He then leaps up and over Boston, grabbing him as he flips over him and pulls Boston, sliding down his back and pinning him. One. Two. Three. Jaz springs up with a victorious fist pump, always happy to notch another W under his belt.
Jaz walks into the gym, surprised to see Boston there, lying on a mat stretching. Nonetheless Jaz sets up his phone to record one of his daily, "Jaz Tips of the Day" for social media.
Boston overhears the cliche advice and can't help but smirk. Still the wrestler looked cute in his efforts, so he couldn't fault him for it.
"You think something's funny?" Jaz approaches the pornstar.
"No," Boston can barely continue his laughter now.
"You think you can do better?"
"Well I do have some advice," Boston says. He then rolls on his back and pulls down his singlet, revealing his notorious bubble butt and then spreads his cheeks, "Sometimes you need more than a tip."
He knew it was corny, but it matched Jaz's videos, and sure enough the wrestler smiles at him.
"You can count on that," Jaz says climbing on top of him.
He pins Boston down on the mat and makes out, first soft kisses, like he's testing the water. But it turns into long, passionate kisses soon enough. The pornstar wraps his legs around the wrestler, keeping his body close to his.
"Oh fuck, you taste so good," Jaz says between breaths.
Boston couldn't agree more, hugging Jaz tight against his chest. The wrestler frees his arms, pinning them on his shoulders. Boston is in awe of the body in front of him. So ripped. So tan. But all natural. He slides his hands in Jaz's trunks feeling that ass that he desperately wanted to see. Jaz seems to read his mind and stands up to slide them off. He spins around, casually showing off his rear. And then he gets back down on his knees and looks Boston in the eyes, "Let's see your tip..."
Jaz pulls Boston's singlets off revealing his hard cock, throbbing with excitement. The wrestler spits on it and rubs it in with his hand. He then wraps his hand around the bottom of the shaft and starts licking the head. Slow swirls with just the tip of the tongue. Then his lips press down and suck the head in his mouth. Squeezes it with his lips.
"Ahhh, yeah," Boston is in awe of the young wrestler knowing exactly what he wants and taking it -- maybe that should be his tip of the day.
Jaz liked the taste of Boston. There wasn't any doubts that the pornstar would want him, I mean, look at his body. But there's no intimidation or insecurity, which Jaz finds with a lot of his partners. He continues eating the cock, now taking the shaft down his throat, turning his head slightly as he goes down.
"Mmm," the pornstar twitches. His fingers comb through Jaz's hair, this feeling, being sucked on could last forever.
The wrestler now increases his speed, bobbing up and down on the dick with a rushing intensity that has Boston struggling not to move too much.
"Ah, oh god," Boston whispers between breaths with his hands on the back of Jaz's head to help guide him.
The wrestler likes hearing the encouragement and keeps going, as Boston thrusts up in him, his dick going deep down his throat. Jaz gags a bit, but doesn't let it slow him. Fuck it's good. But then he has to remind himself that there's more that he wants. So, with Boston's dick plenty hard, Jaz spits it out of his mouth and climbs back over him. He kisses him again, biting his lip, aggressive. And then he leans back and pushes the wet cock up in him.
"Ahhh," Jaz exhales as the dick pushes further in. "That's it..."
Boston admires Jaz's ripped body, feeling each muscle as his hands go up and down his torso.
"Ahhhh..." Boston has to remember to breathe. He is so used to being pounded by every guy that crossed his path, that it is refreshing to top again, even if doing so meant he was lying on his back while Jaz rides his dick.
And ride him Jaz does. The wrestler presses his hands on Boston's chest firmly as he slams his ass back down on his dick. There's a grin on his face, as Jaz is happy to finally unleash all that was building up in him during their match. Of course he wanted Boston's ass, but first he wanted feel him inside him. And Boston did not disappoint, his dick rubbing up against Jaz's prostate with each stroke.
"Ahhh, fuck me," Jaz moans, arching back.
The pornstar holds his hands on Jaz's waist and then lifts him ever so slightly up before slamming him back down. His cock pierces up in him fast, but smooth.
"Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhhhh!" Jaz says catching his breath.
Boston keeps it going, thrusting up as he pushes Jaz back down. Each time he nails the prostate, a tingling sensation reverberates through Jaz's entire body. The wrestler's moans get higher in pitch, longer in draw, and quicker between breaths. Boston can feel Jaz's hard dick slide back and forth across his stomach, a trail of pre-cum oozing out. The wrestler clenches his cheeks, holding firmly on to Boston's cock as he smoothly rocks back and forth. He holds on to Boston's hands and pushes down on them to lift himself up and bounce up and down on that cock. He whimpers with each stroke, not caring how he sounds as his prostate has never felt this much pleasure.
"Fuck!" Jaz yells out, his dick now beating Boston's chest. "Uhhh uhhh!"
His moans become grunts, like he's fighting off the dick that he enjoyed so much. Boston releases their hands and cups Jaz's ass, rubbing his palms in circles feeling the smooth skin.
"Uhhh," Jaz moans as he slows to a stop. He pants relentlessly, like he ran a 10K, but clearly has energy left in him as he climbs off Boston announcing, "My turn."
Boston is more than happy to get some of Jaz's D. Seeing it slide across his body, rock hard, dripping precum, only made the pornstar hungrier for it. He gets in position on his hands and knees, a deep curve to his back. Jaz is hypnotized by the bubble butt on display for him, but shakes it off so he can focus on the task at hand.
"Oh," Boston moans feeling the tip enter him, pushing in. "Oh, oh, oh..."
Jaz holds his dick still, allowing the pornstar to adjust which only takes a couple of seconds. And then, holding on to Boston's waist, he begins pumped that dick in him.
"Oh yeah, ohhh..." Boston moans.
Jaz spreads the cheeks apart to watch his dick as it goes in and out of the hole with his long, smooth strokes.
"Oh fuck," Boston sinks his head into the mat. "Fuck yeah..."
Jaz pulls his dick out half way and spits on it, then slams it back in him.
"Ohhh!" the pornstar whimpers. Boston has taken poundings a plenty, but Jaz is working him so hard his past experiences didn't matter.
The wrestler leans down over him, his chest pressing up against the top of his back. Boston feels the dick pierce in at a new angle, and trembles each time it penetrates him. Jaz wraps his arms up around Boston's and kisses down the side of his neck.
"Oh, uh... ohhhh..." Boston makes all kind of noises.
The wrestler slows down, staring at Boston's face as he twists his hips, thrusting it hard and holding it.
"Ahhh..."
He repeats it, letting the pornstar feel the entire penetration before going again.
"OH!" Boston gasps, "AHHH!"
Boston could cum at any second but he knows Jaz wants him in more than one position -- most guys did -- and so when Jaz leans in to kiss his neck again, Boston rolls them over on their side.
"How do you want it now?" Jaz asks.
Boston answers by lying on his back, his ass pointed up to the ceiling with his legs in the air spread wide like he's doing the splits. Jaz positions himself over the big man and drops his dick down into the hole.
"Ahhh, yeah," Boston hisses.
And boy does Jaz piledrive him hard. He can feel Jaz's balls sway as he slams down on him. His dick dropping all the way in, then yanked back out only halfway before slamming back down again. Boston's head rocks with the motion as Jaz's hands grip his thighs for support.
And boy does Jaz piledrive him hard. He can feel Jaz's balls sway as he slams down on him. His dick dropping all the way in, then yanked back out only halfway before slamming back down again. Boston's head rocks with the motion as Jaz's hands grip his thighs for support.
"Uhh uhhh uhhh," Jaz groans as he drives into the pornstar.
Boston lets out murmurs, but is so wrapped up in the dick he can bring himself to utter a word himself. He feels the sweat drip off of Jaz's body. There's an intensity to Jaz, it's more apparent than when they were in the ring together. Perhaps the wrestler found his true calling.
Jaz is in a trance, focusing on perfecting his motion like the true athlete he is. He switches his short strokes for longer ones, sliding his dick almost completely out before dropping it back down into Boston's hungry hole. He plays off the different moans Boston makes, knowing when he's penetrated him in the right spot. It's almost like a game to him, one that he has to win.
Boston slips down, now his back flat on the bed. Jaz sinks forward into him, the pornstar's whimper a sign that the angle was just right.
Jaz holds Boston's head up so they can kiss as he rocks his body into him with steady strokes.
"Mmm..." Boston moans between kisses.
"Yeah, yeah," Jaz can feel it build up in him. "Mmm, yeah."
The two men grunt quietly as the sound of smooth skin rubbing against skin fills the room. The wrestler continues with an aggressive pace, something that Boston is more than okay with. As the thrusts get rougher, they make Boston quiver with delight. The pornstar closes his eyes, letting the feeling permeate through his body. He opens them and sees Jaz over him, his muscles shining from the sweat. God he's gorgeous.
"Uhhhhh, uhhh, uhhh," Jaz groans as he nails Boston's prostate.
Boston bites his lips, scared that if he whines he'll cum right then and there. Jaz admires Boston's resistance; it keeps him pumping with intensity.
"Ohhh," Boston lets a moan slip out.
Boston strokes his dick with his right hand, his thumb up from the rest of his fingers. He can his load coming, and holds his breath to hold it in for as long as possible.
"OHHH," Boston yells out in sync with the cum blasting out of his cock. "OHHHHH!"
He gasps for air as more of his load shoots out, covering his stomach with the warm goo.
"Fuck man," Jaz says admiring what he's seeing.
"Oh fuck yeah," Boston pants.
Jaz pulls his dick out of Boston's fat ass and lines it up with the pornstars. He strokes them both, using Boston's cum as lube. It doesn't take much jerking for the wrestler to reach an orgasm. He arches back, closes his eyes and lets his load out, spraying down on the pornstar.
"Ahhhhhhhh," he yells out in victory.
The wrestler leans back down on top of the pornstar, their sweat and body fluids rub against their bodies. He catches his breath and then gives Boston a kiss.
"Alright then," Jaz says collecting himself. "Come by tonight and I can give you a preview of tomorrow's tip of the day."
Boston sits back up, his feelings of sadness over Jaz's leaving eased with the mention of them seeing each other again tonight.
"It'd better be more than just the tip," he says.
"Don't you worry," Jazz replies with a confident grin.
Pounding either of these two bubble butts would be a pleasure, but if I had to pick I'd go for the more ripped Jaz.
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