Billy Herrington vs. Chuck Palumbo

Another flashback Friday post. Herrington was a huge gay for pay pornstar back in the late 90s and early 2000s, not just because of his popularity but because of his size. The 6'1, 245 lb bodybuilder was gorgeous from head to toe, including his rear -- and even though he was a top, he did bottom once on camera. Sadly he passed away in 2018 after getting into a car accident. Palumbo was the towering wrestler who transitioned successfully from WCW to WWE. From 2001 - 2002 Palumbo was half of the infamous "gay" tag team Billy and Chuck where they won the tag team titles despite their homoeroticism being the butt of several jokes. Coming in at 6'6 and 280 lbs he was as beefy and sexy as they come.

Palumbo does a double take upon entering the ring and seeing Herrington. His opponent is supposed to be some jobber, and yet here's this bodybuilder of a man ready to square off against him. He looks to Gunn as if this were a mistake that someone else should see, but it's not - Herrington is his opponent. 
"You've got this Chuck," Billy claps from the ring side.
The bell rings and Palumbo walks up to Herrington to tell him, "Nice body, bro."
Herrington doesn't know what Palumbo is up to so he strikes first, delivering a blow to his head followed by another and another. He traps Palumbo in the corner and hits a shoulder block to the gut. He then whips the bigger man across the ring to the opposite corner and charges after him. He smushes Palumbo with a body splash that leaves the wrestler slumped down on his ass.
"That all you got?" Herrington chuckles at Palumbo gasping for breath.
Herrington follows it up a few boots to the face, and then picks Palumbo up to his feet, pulling him to the middle of the ring. He hooks his leg around Palumbo's and gets him in an abdominal stretch. 

"Ahhh," Palumbo yells out, not expecting this assault at all.
Herrington punches at the wrestler's exposed abdominals, bringing so much pain, Palumbo closes his eyes. He hits him again. But Palumbo uses his free left arm and grabs his hand, pushing it down to his groin.
"Yeah, feel what you're doing to me," Palumbo says.
Herrington breaks the hold and pushes Palumbo away. Sure he's done wrestling videos that ended with sex, but not in a ring like this in front of people... well this many people. He looks at Gunn, who only cheers on Palumbo, no jealousy in his eyes at all.
Herrington marches back at Palumbo ready to take some of his anger out on him, but Palumbo kicks him in the gut and then scoops him up for a power slam. Herrington scrambles to his feet, and Palumbo is ready, throwing him into the ropes. When he rebounds back the wrestler connects with a running back elbow that knocks him on his back. He then leaps up and hits him with a big leg drop. Palumbo hooks the leg and slides on top of him. One. Two - Herrington throws the wrestler off of him, plenty of fight left.
"Good job chuck," Billy cheers on.
Palumbo winks at his partner and then returns his focus to his opponent. The wrestler grabs Herrington and throws him hard into the corner. He comes running at him, but Herrington swings up his boot. Palumbo stops in time, grabbing it and then pulls Herrington to the middle of the ring and takes him out with a clothesline. Herrington rolls back to the ropes, dazed from the beating he's been taking. He pulls himself up feeling Palumbo looming over him. The wrestler whips the bodybuilder into the ropes and when he comes running back toward him opens his arms for a snap scoop slam. Palumbo bounces back to his feet, grabbing Herrington by the hair to get him up. He then hoists Herrington up, showcasing his strength, as he keeps him in a delayed vertical suplex. When he slams the pornstar down the entire ring quakes. Palumbo tries pinning Herrington again, but only gets a one count before the bodybuilder punches out.

Palumbo still feels pumped with his advantage and hurries to his feet. He grabs at Herrington, but the pornstar slaps him across the chest. Then another backhand and finally he shoves Palumbo face first into the corner, Palumbo hits hard and stumbles backwards into Herrington's arm who hits him with a side suplex. Both men lay on their backs, exhausted.
"Come on Chuck, get up!" Billy says while slamming his hands on the ring edge. 
Palumbo gets on his knees, but Herrington is already on his feet. The bodybuilder pulls him up and hits and uppercut, that has Palumbo faltering. Herrington kicks Palumbo in the gut, then bends down sticking his head through the wrestler's legs to hoist the bigger man up on his shoulders and then with little delay smacks him down with an Alabama slam. The wrestler lays flat on his back, barely conscious. Gunn hops on the ring apron to try and distract Herrington.
"Hey, hey!" he calls at the pornstar as he climbs into the ring.
Herrington charges at him and hits a bodysplash, smushing Gunn in the corner. Gunn wobbles forward and then falls down, face first into Palumbo's crotch. Palumbo grabs himself in pain while Gunn rolls out of the ring, no help at all to his partner.
Palumbo is on his hands and knees trying to crawl to the ropes to help himself up, but Herrington is on him, wrapping his arms around his waist and lifting him up and dropping him down with a sidewalk slam. Palumbo groans in pain. "Your partner can't save you now," Herrington taunts.
The bodybuilder picks Palumbo up to his feet using his trunks, giving the wrestler a massive wedgie. He throws him at the corner, hitting his shoulder on the pole, staying stuffed there with his ass half out of his trunks. Herrington pulls Palumbo out and whips him into the ropes, the wrestler comes back and jumps over Herrington's shoulder, getting behind him, pushing him into the ropes.

"Whoo, that's it Chuck!" Gunn cheers.
Herrington holds on to the top rope, shaking Palumbo off of him. Palumbo snaps back, and scrambles to his feet, but Herrington springs off the ropes with a crossbody. He then picks Palumbo up getting him into a fireman's carry and then slams him down. He grabs Palumbo's legs and curls him up into a ball, ass pointed in the air, for the pin. One. Two. Three.
Herrington wins! Palumbo rolls out of the ring, back to Gunn's arms, embarrassed by his loss to a jobber.

Palumbo returns to the locker room with Gunn and once in their safe space Gunn begins kissing Palumbo. "I'm so sorry I didn't help you in your match," Gunn says.
"It's okay," Palumbo says, still panting from the match.
"No, I need to make it up to you," Gunn says, squeezing Palumbo's ass as he brings him in for another kiss.
"Really? What Billy?" Palumbo lights up despite being exhausted from his match.
"You'll find out tonight," Gunn says with a wink before disappearing.
Palumbo heads to the shower, his mind racing what the occasion could be for such a surprise. It wasn't their anniversary. Maybe Gunn was going to finally fuck him? Despite being an "ass man" Gunn preferred bottoming. Sure, Palumbo preferred being a top, but every once in a while he wanted a good ass pounding, but Gunn was always hesitate to fulfill the request. That must be it, Palumbo thinks as he scrubs off the suds from his body.
Later that night Palumbo returns to their hotel room, opening the door to find a trail of rose petals leading through the room to the bathroom that looks out to the city.
"Oh Billy..." Palumbo whispers to himself, his heart fluttering with excitement.

The wrestler takes off his jacket and shirt, tugs off his pants so he's just in his red trunks. He debates oiling himself up, but he doesn't want to keep his partner waiting any longer.
"Oh Billy..." Palumbo calls as he follows the roses to the bathroom.
He freezes in a state of total confusion seeings Herrington naked in their jacuzzi tub.
"Oh, Billy..." Palumbo utters.
Herrington stands up and takes Palumbo's hand bringing him to the edge of the tub. "Hey there, sexy."
He plants a kiss on Palumbo's lips, sweet and gentle, but still the wrestler pulls away. "Where's Billy? My Billy?"
Herrington chuckles, "He did this. For you."
"What?"
"He saw our match, our chemistry, and he wanted you to have a night with me."
That does sound like a gesture Gunn would do, but Palumbo still wasn't sure. Herrington hands him a folded up note - Gunn's handwriting - the message simply says "Enjoy" with a winking face and Gunn's signature. Herrington is telling the truth.
"Well then..." Palumbo tosses the note as the pornstar climbs out of the tub, showing off his naked muscular body.
Palumbo immediately massages Herrington's pecs, slowly and reverently. The pornstar grunts as the wrestler's palm stimulates his nipples. Then Palumbo goes in kissing his chest as Herrington puffs it out with a pose. Palumbo kisses down Herrington's bicep, feeling up the mound of muscle as he flexes for him. The wrestler licks his muscle, dragging his tongue up to his shoulders, kissing him on the neck.
Herrington can't help but be turned on by the worship. Even though he's straight, there is something about being admired - by a man or a woman - that makes him hard. And Palumbo's physique is something that's equally worth the admiration. He cups the wrestler's chest in his hands, pinching the nipples.
"Ahhh..." Palumbo sighs, his bulge so big the tip of his head pokes out of his trunks.
"Yeah, let's get you free," Herrington says, tugging the wrestler's trunks down to reveal the rest of his body. "Mmm..."
He holds Palumbo close to him, their dicks pressed up against each other as he cups Palumbo's juicy ass.
Palumbo chuckles nervously, he likes being wrapped in Herrington's arms. The power, the strength, the masculinity. And then he reaches down and strokes Herrington's cock, finding it warm and growing in his hands.
"Yeah, go on," Herrington encourages.
Herrington emits a strangled groan as Palumbo sucks his rapidly-hardening cock into his mouth, making an appreciative noise at the taste. He moves quickly, not teasing as he works his tongue around and over the sensitive head. Dipping his head he swallows half of Herrington's shaft before pulling his lips slowly back up to the head. On his return trip down, he takes the full length, his chin brushing Herrington's heavy sac. Increasing his suction, he bobs his head slowly while relishing the salty-sweet taste lingering on his tongue. Herrington's hands clench in his hair, Palumbo feels his own body hardening as he listens to Herrington's half-coherent words.
"Mmm.. yeah... awww..."
Herrington gasps in awe of Palumbo's oral skills. He combs his hands through the stud's long, bleach blond hair, watching the focus in the wrestler's eyes as he deep throats him with total appreciation. And then Palumbo runs his tongue up the shaft of his cock, flicking on the head, making Herrington twitch.
"You trying to make me cum already?" Herrington asks.
Palumbo smirks as he stands back up, "I can't help it when you taste so good."
"Yeah? Let me get a taste of you..."
Herrington switches positions so Palumbo is on the edge of the tub, only with his ass out. The pornstar's thumb circles around his hole, teasing him, pleased with the soft sighs Palumbo makes wanting it. He flicks his tongue across, gently breathing on his hole. Palumbo holds his breath, the desire for something to fill him up growing more and more intense.
Herrington licks up the crack and then back down, brushing slowly against the sensitive flesh of Palumbo's hole before pushing inside. He doesn't linger, wiggling his tongue for a moment before withdrawing. He licks around the hole again, circling it before sliding back in, fucking him with his tongue. Palumbo moans quietly to himself, he's getting so worked up by just a tongue, he's slightly embarrassed. Even though Gunn didn't like topping him, he would eat Palumbo's ass out all the time, but there was something about the way Herrington's tongue moves inside him that makes Palumbo shudder.
The pornstar leans back to admire Palumbo's ass and circles his index finger around the puckered entrance a few times teasingly slow before pushing the tip of his finger inside. As he withdraws his finger and begins pushing it back inside, he rubs Palumbo's beautiful cheeks with his other hand. Then he slowly pumps his finger inside him. Palumbo eases up, he's still very tight despite his use of toys. When Herrington senses that Palumbo is ready he adds a second finger with the same deliberate slow pace. Keeping his movements gentle, he crooks his fingers inside him, finally bumping against his prostate.

"Ohhh," Palumbo moans louder than he intends. It's been a long time since someone hit that spot.
Herrington chuckles confidently and drags his probing fingers out, "You ready for the real thing there?"
Palumbo's heart races, he's too horny to even utter a "yeah" and instead clears his throat and nods.
Herrington helps Palumbo position himself in a squat with his ass hanging over the edge of the tub. Herrington stands back up, his cock nudging at Palumbo's entrance. He wraps his hands around Palumbo's thighs holding him steady as he pushes forward slowly. Herrington groans deeply as he envelopes within the wrestler, stopping the slow glide only when he's fully sheathed. Just as slowly, he pulls his hips back until only the tip of his cock is still inside Palumbo before thrusting forward again, settling into a slow rhythm that nudges against Palumbo's prostate every few strokes. The slow pace is killing them both, but he isn't going to give either of them the faster pace that their bodies are demanding -- no it was going to be a long night.
A long low moan slips from Palumbo's throat. It's good that Herrington is taking it slow, as much as it was torturing him. His hole hadn't had a real cock in it for some time and this pace allowed him to stretch without much pain. He listens to the water in the tub splash with each gentle thrust, feeling Herrington's warm breath on the back of his neck. Palumbo closes his eyes and for a moment pretends it's Gunn fucking him. 
"Mmm... Billy..." he sighs, getting lost in his fantasy.
Palumbo begins pushing his ass back on to the cock, increasing their speed. He wants that dick so much, and the way Herrington knows how to hit him -- fuck. 
"Slow down there, Stallion," Herrington whispers.
Hearing Herrington's voice ends the fantasy. Palumbo looks back tilting his head for a kiss. Their lips connect, and he can taste a bit of Herrington's sweaty musk. Palumbo realizes that this reality is just as good as the images he conjured in his head, if not better.
"Fuck me on the bed, hard."
Herrington pulls back and helps Palumbo off the ledge. They climb out of the tub and hold each other close to try and fend off the goosebumps. Herrington then picks up Palumbo in his arms, not even looking the least bit strained with the wrestler's weight. He then carries him to the bed, setting him down on the end watching as his eyes light up for what is about to come.

Palumbo pulls his knees up to his shoulders, the big man becoming a flexible ball ready to be owned. Herrington eases into him, a slight burning rips through him. Palumbo grimaces, fuck that hurts, but he'd expected some pain, it having been so long since he had flesh in him from this angle. The burn fades almost immediately, his heavy breaths mingled with Herrington's as he fights the urge to squirm.
"Yeah, take that cock," Herrington mutters as he accelerates his thrusts.
"Uhh, give it to me Billy," Palumbo moans.
The pornstar is happy to oblige and pumps his cock in faster, brushing up against the wrestler's prostate, and claiming his body with his hot rigid length.
"Ohhhh, right there," Palumbo stutters.
His panting breaths now mingle with the sound of Herrington's harsh ones as he tries to calm his racing heartbeat. But seeing this bodybuilder plow into him is everything Palumbo could ask for. His fingers trace up Herrington's abs to his chest, where they pinch his nipples. Herrington leans in and flexes, allowing the wrestler to feel the strength in his biceps. And then he makes his pecs bounce, coupled with a cocky smirk that sends Palumbo wild. It's sensory overload for the wrestler who chokes out moans as he tries to process it all.
Herrington finds it quite sexy that the big man wants it so bad and worships him. He goes into him faster with quick strokes that make Palumbo moan out again and again. Hearing him beg for it, groaning for more, it makes Herrington want to fulfill the request that much more. As he fucks, he can't help it anymore and leans in and plants kisses all over Palumbo's body. His neck, his shoulders, his chest, his abs. Palumbo releases a small moan of pent up desire, Herrington isn't just a hired fuck, he's making love to him.
"Billy," Palumbo says, tempting to call it off.
"Chuck..." Herrington takes Palumbo's hand and sucks on his finger.
"Billy," Palumbo tries again, but he can't bring himself to end the night like this. Instead he pushes Herrington back out of him and says, "Give it to me rough," as he rolls over on to his stomach.
"Alright then," Herrington says licking his lips with anticipation.
Herrington plunges in and pulls back before Palumbo can even start to react. The moans are flying a few moments after he thrusts in and out, skin slapping against skin, Herrington's hips working harder than they had in a rather long time. His knuckles were already white holding Palumbo in place, his entire body feeling flushed and warm.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Palumbo calls out, happy to be getting what he asked for.
Palumbo concentrates on the feeling of fullness and the way Herrington's body feels pressed so close to his. He deliberately tightens his muscles around Herrington's cock, holding him momentarily in place. In that moment it's just the sounds of their ragged breathing filling the room, the scent of fresh sweat and the musk of sex.
"Fuck..." there's a slight vibration in his voice, still unable to steady himself.
Herrington grunts and groans with each thrust, becoming more animalistic as he goes. He pushes down on the back of Palumbo's neck, burying his face into the mattress. The entire bed creaks from the force of his humping, yet the pornstar shows no signs of slowing, not unless Palumbo taps out.
The wrestler remains stiff, a cry getting stuck in his throat and his muscles clenching at the onslaught. He grits his teeth together, unable to stop the whimpers when the thrusts become faster and harder, ramming against the gland repeatedly without mercy. This is what he asked for and he loved it.

Herrington is amazed that Palumbo hasn't begged him to stop or even cum yet, as he grows weary. Eventually it is he who collapses first, laying on top of the wrestler, unable to thrust into him any more. Embarrassed by his performance Herrington offers Palumbo something he never does -- "You want to fuck me now?"

Herrington doesn't let any of his clients top him, and most don't want to anyway, but then again most of them don't look like Palumbo. Herrington lays on his elbows and knees, ass jutting out waiting for Palumbo's head to enter him.
Palumbo, feeling so fulfilled already, looks at Herrington's ass in awe. He knows he's been granted rare access and finds it intimidating. 
"You need directions?" Herrington jokes.
Palumbo shakes his head and using his hand, guides his cock into position, pushing forward in one clean, hard stroke.
"Uhhh, oh yeah," Herrington hisses, looking back at Palumbo.
The wrestler snaps his hips and begins with steady strokes, his hand rubbing Herrington's lower back softly. The fears Palumbo had vanish and everything meshes together. Herrington's bubbly ass pressing against Palumbo's stomach. The tight channel around his cock, so warm it sent prickles of fire through his body.
"Uhh yeah, fuck me harder," Herrington begs.
Palumbo slaps him on the ass as an affirmative and rocks his whole body into each thrust. The heat builds, sweat drips from their bodies, the rhythm is found as the two muscle men exchange grunts and groans.
"Uhhh," Palumbo closes his eyes as he maintains his pace.
Knowing he can't last very long at this vigorous rate, Palumbo keeps his hands moving, squeezing Herrington's ass. Palumbo rocks his hips, faster and harder, his strong rhythm becoming more erratic as he drags them closer to completion. Totally lost to the tightness surrounding his aching member and the look of wild abandon on Herrington's face, Palumbo leans back and wipes the sweat off his brow.
"You need a break?" Herrington asks. And then before Palumbo can answer, "Let me ride you."
Palumbo lies down on his back as Herrington switches into the new position. His own body practically vibrating with need, the pornstar could feel the way the wrestler trembles beneath him as he lowers his hips onto the swollen length. There is something about seeing Herrington's eyes as he fucks him that makes Palumbo nervous. He wants to reciprocate Herrington's performance, and so far he seems to be matching it, but he doesn't want to end on a lower note, not when they can look at each other in the eyes.
Herrington doesn't sense any nerves though. He finds it purely exhaling and relaxing as he slowly sinks down. It burns a little and the pressure is intense, but the bodybuilder feels the friction turn to pleasure as Palumbo is all the way inside him. He is a professional after all. He begins pushing himself up and down the shaft finding the perfect angle. And soon Palumbo calms down as he realizes it's his own solid length bringing forth those revealing moans and whimpers from the porn star."Oh fuck..." Herrington sucks in some air and arches his back.
He presses his hands on Palumbo's broad chest and begins rocking himself back and forth on the dick. When he topped, Palumbo always loved this position, he can look straight into his partner's eyes and see the instant ecstasy fills their bodies. Herrington proves to be no exception.
Herrington lifts himself up until just the tip of Palumbo's cock still rests in his body. Hands tightening on the headboard behind Palumbo's shoulders, Herrington presses down hard, grinding on the cock. The sparks of pleasure that rock through him cause him to cry out, Herrington almost feels guilty getting so much pleasure out of this when he's the one being paid.
"Uhhh uhhh, uhhhh," Palumbo moans is if he were the one being impaled.
And then Herrington gasps again, fire singing through his veins as Palumbo's fingers brush over the head of his cock as he rides him.
"Fuck me, Chuck," Herrington hisses as he draws the flesh in and out of his body in a decadent wild rhythm.
Palumbo watches the pornstar work his cock for some time, mesmerized by his form. He moves his hands just above Herrington's hips to hold him and then begins thrusting up into the bodybuilder.
"Ahh, yeah, just like that," Herrington moans.
Palumbo holds his breath as he pounds harder into the tight ass, the sound of their skin slamming together growing louder. Palumbo unleashes a low and husky growl as he feels Herrington's body tighten around his throbbing length. The way the warm silky muscles in Herrington's ass clench spasmodically around his cock, Palumbo knows he's not going to last much longer. And then Herrington brings his hands to comb through Palumbo's hair sends another bolt of pleasure straight down his spine to his balls, bringing him to the precipice of an explosive release.
"I'm gonna cum," Palumbo announces, as if Herrington couldn't read it in his eyes.
"Finish in me," Herrington orders. "Come on, that's it."
And with one last thrust, getting deep in Herrington, Palumbo releases his seed into Herrington while letting out a deep growl. Herrington clenches up even more, holding Palumbo's member in him. The resulting spasms of the tight muscles clenching around his cock is enough to send Palumbo into orbit. He slowly thrusts more, nailing Herrington's prostate each time. And then without announcement, Herrington holds his cock and aims it at Palumbo spraying out his milky load on to the athlete's chest.

"Uhhhhh," he groans, his body twitching from all the sensation from his frenzied orgasm.
He sits back, Palumbo's softening cock falling out from his ass and pants, trying to control himself. Palumbo wipes up some of his cum and licks it off his fingers, savoring the taste.
"Billy..." Palumbo realizes that their night together is drawing to a close.
"Chuck," Herrington replies, also feeling a tinge of sadness that this is the end.
"Thank you."

If I could go back to 2001 and have my pick between these two muscle studs, I'd opt for Palumbo whose pique physique was truly something to admire.