Grant waits in the ring as Baretta casually struts down the ramp and makes his entrance. He's got his headband on and jacket and wearing his tights that show off his assets nicely. Grant can't take his eyes off him, especially Baretta's crotch. He heard rumors that the wrestler was HUNG and he wanted to know if there is any truth behind them. Even if they weren't Baretta had a killer body that Grant would like to get his hands on.
The bell rings, and now Grant would have his chance, albeit, not quite the same way he imagined. The two lock up and Baretta grabs Grant in a headlock. The pornstar backs into the ropes and shoves him off across the ring. Baretta bounces back and comes at Grant with a shoulder block, but Grant remains standing unaffected. Baretta runs back into the ropes and tries again, surprised once again to see the shorter man still standing. Baretta tries a third time, but as he comes at Grant, the pornstar ducks and flips him over his back. Baretta soars in the air and lands hard on his ass. He scurries back up and charges at the pornstar, but Grant hits him with a hip toss, then another.
Baretta shakes his head in disappointment, how was he letting this jobber have his way with him? And then he sees it as Grant turns around, that ass. It barely fits in his trunks, and Baretta can picture it naked. He's lost in his thoughts that he doesn't even see Grant coming for him. The pornstar grabs him and shoves him into the corner, trapping him in the turnbuckles. He slaps Baretta across the chest, the impact echoing throughout the arena.
Grant can't help but admire Baretta's body. He can't resist and grabs Baretta's pecs and squeezes them tight. The wrestler yells out in pain, closing his eyes, turning red. The ref finally pushes Grant away, and Baretta feels himself, it felt like his nipples were torn off. He looks at them, still there, though now aroused.
He looks at Grant, who doesn't know what to do besides shrug. And lick his lips. He swears he sees Baretta smile at that, but then Baretta lunges at him, grabbing him in a headlock. He hoists him up and slams him down with a suplex. He then picks him up and whips him into the corner so hard he slumps down on his ass. Baretta knows what he has to do and tugs his tights down and stuffs his ass in Grant's face with a stink face. One. Two. The ref pulls the wrestler away. Revenge for the titty twister. Baretta tugs up his tights and gives Grant a wink.
Grant uses the ropes to stand back up, the more the match goes on the more he's turned on. But that changes as Baretta runs at him and hits a back elbow. Baretta then grabs his head and jumps off the ropes hitting a tornado DDT. Baretta rolls on top of him and hooks the leg, but only gets a two-count. The surprise assault wasn't enough to put him away.
Baretta grabs Grant by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He hits a couple of punches and whips him back into the corner. He runs after him, but the pornstar swings his legs up, kicking him in the face. Baretta stumbles back and Grant hops up the turnbuckles and connects with a flying crossbody. He lays on top of Baretta, hooking both legs, but the wrestler punches out after two.
Both men get back to their feet at the same time. But Grant comes at him hard, hitting blow after blow. He then scoops Baretta up and slams him down, making the ring shake. The pornstar hurries back to the turnbuckles for another diving attack, but Baretta still has energy in him and runs up the turnbuckles and hits a super hurricanrana, flipping Grant down in the middle of the ring. He then comes back at Grant with a knee to the back followed by a couple of kicks -- not so tough now are you?
He pulls Grant up to his feet, but Grant hits him with an uppercut. Baretta takes a step back and then collects himself, jumping up and connecting with an enziguri, knocking Grant back over and out of the ring. Baretta feels the blood rushing through him and climbs the turnbuckles. He waits for his dazed opponent to stand back up and then leaps with a diving corkscrew senton, taking him back out.
Both men are hurting after that, but Baretta gets up first. He grabs the muscular pornstar and whips him into the steel stairs. "Ahhh..." Grant stumbles forward, his back arching in a way that shows off his ass even more.
Baretta can't help but stare, and then remembers they're in a match. He grabs Grant from behind and hits an atomic drop on his knee. Grant's beautiful ass takes most of the blow, and it actually doesn't do anything. He turns around and slaps Baretta. Baretta comes back with a strike to the head and then a dropkick, knocking Grant back into the stairs.
Baretta hurries to his feet and rolls Grant back in and hops up on the apron. As Grant turns to face him, Baretta springboards over the ropes and hits a dropkick. He slides on top of the pornstar and hooks a leg, counting along: One. Two. Thr-- Grant punches out.
Baretta flips his hair back, he's sweaty, tired, and in disbelief. Grant still lies down on his back, blinking figuring out how he's going to have the energy to come back. Baretta pulls him up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Grant reverses it, sending Baretta running. The wrestler rebounds back, ducking a clothesline, and then bounces back, but Grant is ready for him and hits a belly-to-belly suplex.
"Whoo!" Grant feels a second wave coming.
He grabs Baretta by the hair and pulls him up to his feet, sticking him between his legs. He hoists him upside down and hits a piledriver. He goes on top of him, but Baretta pushes him off after a one-count.
Grant still feels it going his way and comes at Baretta with a clothesline. He picks Baretta back up, but Baretta shoves him back. Baretta kicks at Grant, but the pornstar catches it, and replies with a boot of his own, knocking the wrestler on his back. Grant slides down behind him and wraps his legs around his waist and chocking his neck with a body scissors hold. Baretta can feel Grant's breath on his neck -- he'd be turned on if his torso wasn't getting squeezed so tight. He squirms around, reaching for the ropes, but Grant has positioned him well in the middle of the ring. Grant loosens the hold around the neck to pound Baretta, but Baretta takes the beating and uses it flipping over on his hands and knees. Grant is forced to drop the hold around his waist, but still holding him in a headlock. Baretta runs them back into the corner, slamming Grant into the turnbuckles. The pornstar remains in the corner as Baretta steps back and charges with a flying knee. But Grant ducks out at the last second and Baretta eats the turnbuckle. Grant grabs him by the head and hits a DDT. Instead of going for the pin, Grant wants to make sure he puts the wrestler out, picking him back up. He sticks Baretta's head between his legs and then flips him up and slams him down with an atom bomb. He holds the wrestler down for the pin. One. Two. Three.
Grant's eyes light up when he hears the bell ring -- he won! Baretta rolls out of the ring, what the fuck happened?
Grant feels giddy as he runs back to the locker room after his victory. He's caught off guard when he sees Baretta there.
"Hey... sorry about your pecs..." Grant says, embarrassed. "Something came over me and I just... um..."
"Couldn't resist?"
"Uh... I guess not," Grant chuckles, hoping that he didn't anger the wrestler too much with that move.
Baretta nods, maintaining his poker face. "Kind of like this..."
And then Baretta puts his hand behind Grant's head and pushes him towards him, having their lips touch, as Baretta sucks his face.
"Whoa..." Grant is instantly hard. "Yeah, kinda like that."
"You want to meet me later for a drink then?" Baretta asks.
"Sure."
"Good."
And with that Baretta leaves the locker room. Grant hurries into the showers, confused since everyone knows Baretta and Taylor are a package deal. Did something happen to them? As much as he wanted Baretta, he didn't want to be a part of any break up drama, he didn't need that in his life. Or maybe that kiss was just a gag and he was reading too much into the drink offer.
Nonetheless, Grant shows up at the hotel and sees Baretta there in the lobby, still in his tights and wearing a jacket over his otherwise naked body.
"Hey," Grant looks around to make sure Taylor isn't there.
"Hey, you wanna come up for that drink?"
Grant realizes he was definitely not overthinking the kiss now. "Um, okay..."
They ride up in an elevator and Grant follows Baretta to his room. The door clicks behind them and the wrestler takes off his jacket revealing his furry chest and abs.
"So..." Grant needs to know the deal with what's happening. "Chuck?"
Baretta laughs, "We're just friends."
Grant nods, not buying it. While the rumors about Baretta's dick may not have been substantiated, Baretta and Taylor has been.
"I mean, we're friends with benefits," Baretta explains. "We keep each other company when we don't have anyone else to do it."
Grant still isn't sure if he believes that, but it's enough to allow him to move forward. Baretta moves in to ease his trepidation, kissing his ear and down his neck.
"Ahh..."
And then he smirks, it makes all of Grant's doubts vanish as all he can think about is getting his hands on that dick and having Baretta fuck him with all that he's got. Baretta takes Grant's shirt off, revealing his muscular chest, complete with the tattoo.
Baretta kisses down his chest, making sure to get each pec before going down further. Grant helps him out and drops his shorts to the floor, revealing his semi-hard cock.
"No underwear?" Baretta thinks to himself, impressed.
As he goes down on that dick Grant looks up at Baretta, their eyes locking. Baretta tenses up, he's used to guys worshipping his cock and focused on that, but there was chemistry there with Grant, who, clearly was worshipping his cock, but the man as well. He combs his fingers through the pornstar's hair, feeling completely at ease. Baretta enjoys Grant's cock, the way it fits in his mouth, how he can squeeze it and it only makes Grant hornier. He could suck him off and call it a night, but that would mean passing on that juicy ass, and Baretta had no intention of doing that.
Baretta stands back up and has Grant go on the bed, on his knees with his ass hanging over the edge. Baretta slaps it, he can't resist not doing so. It feels so good he does it again. And then without saying a word, drops to his knees as he explores what's hiding between them.
"Oh god," Grant quivers just feeling Baretta's warm breath getting closer to his hole.
Baretta buries himself deep into Grant's ass cheeks, his facial hair tickling him as his tongue swirls around his hole. He flicks it on the edges, making Grant groan. And then he slides his tongue in and out of the hole, Grant's hole pulsating along with it. The wrestler continues his combination of licking and sucking that increasingly makes it harder for Grant to remain still. He's so eager to be fucked, but shit, the way Baretta is eating his ass Grant didn't want it to stop either.
Baretta enjoys the foreplay, getting Grant all riled up. Most guys couldn't handle him that long, so he didn't mind toying with them and trying to extend their time together. Hearing Grant's heavy breathing, Baretta can tell he's ready for more and stands back up.
"Somebody was hungry," Grant smirks.
"You hungry for this?" Baretta pulls his tights down revealing a long, thick dick. The rumors were true. It had to be at least 8 inches. It's thick, but not in permanently damaging your hole kind of way. Grant is in awe.
"Yes or no?"
Grant rolls over and slides further back on the bed, laying his head down in the pillows, and stretches his legs wide open so he's almost doing the splits. That would be a YES.
Baretta moves his hips tantalizingly slow, watching each centimeter of his dick as it enters into Grant.
"Ohhhhhhhh..." the pornstar moans continuously as Baretta pushes inward. Grant holds his cock tight, keeping his breathing in check as Baretta fills him up. He's had some monster cocks before, but Baretta was still forcing his hole to stretch.
Baretta freezes, sensing Grant needs a moment to get comfortable, then looks at him, "Ready?"
"Ready, baby."
Baretta twists his hips nice and slow, gradually building up to a steady stroke. Grant can't believe it, his prostate is being hit with every move. He tilts his head back, whining, but not wanting it to stop at all.
Baretta leans in over him, kissing him silent, or at least muffling the moans. He was used to men screaming in pain, but he could tell there wasn't the slightest hint of pain in Grant's voice. He keeps plowing into him, locking eyes with Grant as he penetrated him again and again.
"Ohh, ohhh," Grant gasps, "Yeah, right there."
"Right there?" Baretta jokes as he stuff his dick back in.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck me, right there," Grant begs.
Baretta puts his hands on the inner side of Grant's thighs and thrusts faster into Grant. The pornstar shakes, his eyes tearing up a bit from all his moaning. He looks back at Baretta but the wrestler is staring down, and it's when Grant realizes he's looking at his dick.
"You want this?" He says waving his dick.
Baretta grunts back. He did, but he also wanted more of Grant's ass. He slows down and finally says, "Give it your best shot."
The wrestler pulls out and Grant sits back up, his legs slightly sore from essentially doing the splits. With both men on their knees in the middle of the bed, Grant kisses down the wrestler's neck to his chest. He sucks on his pecs, those delicious pecs, nipping at them playfully. Baretta smirks at him, ticklish from Grant's flickering tongue.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you like I did in the ring," Grant says.
"Don't take it easy on me," Baretta insists. "I can take it."
And with that Baretta turns away, getting on all fours and having his ass pointed up for Grant. Grant is used to topping his bottoms aggressively, and he has no intention to treat Baretta any different. He shakes as he points his dick at Baretta's hole and pushes it in.
"Mmmmm..." Baretta grunts as Grant's head pushes deeper in.
Grant exhales as he feels Baretta ease up, ready for more. And then he goes for it. Fucking. Hard. Rough. Making Baretta yell. Watching his long hair getting matted. Feeling the ass push back, wanting more.
"Ahhh Ahhh ahhh.." Baretta grunts in delight, his hands squeezing the bedsheets tightly in his grip.
Grant pumps his dick up and in, quick, but long strokes. He could feel the wrestler's prostate with each penetration. Baretta's cries out echoing the sensation, not the low grunts he's been making all night, but high pitched whimpers.
"Ahhh yeahhhh, ahhhhh..."
Grant grunts between breaths, now admiring Baretta as his bottom, as his bitch. Finally Baretta can't take it anymore and pushes Grant out of him, rolling over. It's not that Baretta needs to give his ass a break, rather he's losing his voice. Grant crawls on top of him, straddling him as they make out. He feels Baretta's hand move behind him, but only realizes it's adjusting his dick when he feels the head poke back inside him.
"Ahh, Trent..." he sighs.
As much as he enjoyed fucking the wrestler he's ready for more of that much talked about dick. He reclines back, pushing down, letting all of Baretta go up in him. He exhales again, Baretta's so big that he's still stretching the pornstar's hole. But it all makes it worth it.
Grant begins by rocking back and forth slowly. Baretta stares at him, admiring his physique and watching his facial expressions shift with the dick in him. The wrestler was used to this position, so often guys couldn't handle all of him so they took to riding. But Grant, he not only could handle all of him, but wanted him from every position. Baretta guides his hands down Grant's chest to his hips holding him as the pornstar bounces up and down.
"Jesus, ahhh," Grant moans after his prostate pulses.
Baretta takes his right hand and starts stroking the pornstar's cock, hard as ever. Grant clenches his ass nice and tight and releases as he goes, making the wrestler moan in unison with him.
"Ahhh, uhhh," Baretta grunts, "Ride me baby."
Grant can't take his eyes off of Baretta and how focused he is. The way his hand grabs his dick and strokes it, fuck Grant could cum any second, but he doesn't want that. No he wants to see if he can outlast the hung wrestler.
Baretta stops stroking him and goes back to holding on to Grant's waist. He thrusts up into him as he comes down, giving the pornstar a jolt that ripples through his body. He hears the ass cheeks slapping together and moves to squeeze them. The pornstar arches back, now on all fours as Baretta's movements direct their action. He squeezes his eyes shut, moaning loaded. Baretta is turned on by this, but if he's going to be fucking Grant he wants to do it right.
He sits up so that Grant is in his lap. Being so close, face-to-face, the men can't resist to kiss each other, but then Baretta remembers his motivation. He holds himself in Grant and sets him on his back. He rolls the pornstar over and slaps the ass, "You ready for me?"
"Yes, Trent, fuck me. Fuck me til I cum." Grant begs.
Grant gets in doggie position, wiggling his ass to seduce the wrestler back into fucking him, not that Baretta needs any more motivation. The wrestler, still full of energy, gets behind him on his knees. He squeezes those ass cheeks, still firm with a nice jiggle. He doesn't waste any more time admiring them and stuffs his dick back in the pornstar's hole.
"Ahhhh..."
Grant arches his back nicely, as if his thick booty couldn't look any more appetizing. And yet it does. Baretta stares down at it as he fucks. Watching it tighten up, watching it jiggle. Fuck this was some of the finest ass he's ever seen let alone fucked with.
Grant begins to whimper in high pitches. Baretta knows he's hitting his prostate and continues with a smile on his face, feeling the pornstar fight the urge to give up right then and there.
"Oooohhh..." Grant moans after one particular deep thrust.
The pornstar gasps for air, he's breathing so heavy from the pounding he's getting. And pounding it is, as Baretta nails him with long, deep strokes that come in a fury. The wrestler holds his breath, knowing he's on the verge of cumming. The thrusts becomes more frantic, and it takes him a moment to realize he's grunting loudly now. And then when pushing his dick back in, it flops out, sliding between Grant's ass cheeks. It's enough to do the trick and Baretta lets out a continuous sigh as his cum gushes out, sliding down the crack.
"Ahh, yeah, that's it," Grant sighs with delight, feeling the warmth drip down his ass.
Baretta doesn't stop though and slides his dick back in the pornstar. He twists his hips again and pushes Grant flat down on his stomach. He collapses on top of him and with a couple of strokes there's a second burst of cum shooting out inside the pornstar.
"Ahhh, oh fuck, ahhh..." Grant moans with Baretta.
Baretta kisses the back of Grant's neck, still gasping for air. Baretta hasn't felt that good in a long time, he wants to make sure the pornstar knows it. He rolls off Grant and the pornstar lies on his back, stroking his dick ready to cum any second.
"You gonna cum?" Baretta asks.
"Uhh, yeah..."
But before Grant can utter another syllable, Baretta is down sucking him off. "Ohhh, ahhh..."
The wrestler swallows his dick whole, bobbing his head up and down fast on that shaft. And sure enough as promised, Grant feels a spasm rip through his body.
"Ohhh, ahhh, fuck yeah," Grant holds Baretta's head down on his dick as the cum shoots out, getting his load directly in the wrestler's throat.
Baretta swallows it and goes back down on the dick, making Grant twitch. "Oh god."
The wrestler spits the dick back out of his mouth, cum drops on his beard, and a big grin as he locks eyes with Grant.
He crawls back on top of him and the two kiss.
"So... about that drink?" Grant says, "Can I have some water?"
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