Jay Fit vs. Mysterious Q

Fit is a newcomer having only debuted at the end of 2020 on Guys In Sweatpants, but this babyface beefcake has amassed quite the following both on twitter and OnlyFans where he has several amateur videos. Coming in at 5'9" and 190 lbs here's hoping we'll see much more of him in the future. Mysterious Q is a wrestler with Booker T's Reality of Wrestling in Houston and two-time heavyweight champ. The formerly masked superstar revealed his face years ago and he's just as hot as the rest of his 6'2, 209 lb body - no mystery about it.

Fit wears short shorts in the ring, his beefy body covered in a nice layer of baby oil allowing the lights to bounce off of it and highlight his muscles. His opponent's music pumps out of the speakers and the lights dim to a green glow announcing Q's arrival. The wrestler struts to the ring full of confidence. He doesn't even look at Fit until the bell rings signaling the start of the match.

Through his mask, he eyes Fit up and down, impressed with his physique, but his brows remain furrowed, determined to win. They lock up and Fit gets the wrestler in a wrist lock, twisting his arm. Q circles around Fit and manages to reverse the hold, then lifts Fit up and throws him down on the ring. Fit bounces on his ass back to the ropes and Q storms up on him, his groin practically in Fit's face. Fit stands back up and shoves Q away, not showing any signs of intimidation.

Q lunges at Fit, but the pornstar ducks through his arms. When Q turns around Fit is in the air with a dropkick, knocking him down into the ropes. Q shakes his head and charges at the pornstar, but Fit trips him, getting him flat on his stomach. Fit stands on his thighs and pulls Q's wrist's, then rolls down on his back, lifting Q up in a Mexican surfboard. He can't help but notice the arch in Q's back and that bubble butt sticking out. 

"That's it, enjoy the wave," Fit laughs.

Q shakes trying to break the stretch, screaming in pain the entire time. Finally Fit drops him down on his knees. Q rolls away rubbing his back in pain, but Fit stays on top of him, grabbing him by the waist. The wrestler runs to the ropes to break free, but even though he grabs ahold of them, Fit outpowers him, rolling him backwards and sitting on top of him for the pin. But Q shoves him off after one. Q scrambles to his feet and connects with a kick to the head. He then cartwheels into the ropes, springing off of them and turning towards fit, but the pornstar catches and slams him down on his back. He grabs Q's legs and folds him up for a pin sitting on him. One. Two. Q shoves him off in time.

"I bet you liked that," Fit teases about the position they were in.

Q, remaining mysterious, doesn't reply to the taunt as he comes back up. Even though Fit can't see his eyes he notices Q getting a boner. Fit, feeling more confident now, hits him with a few jabs and then lifts Q up for a suplex, but the wrestler slides down his back and pushes him into the ropes. Fit runs back, dodging a clothesline attempt, and then rebounds again off the opposite ropes and comes back with a drop kick to the legs. Q sits up on his hands and knees and Fit is there, standing over him. Q puts his hands on Fit's thigh pulling himself up, his face in Fit's crotch.

"You want this?" Fit asks and thrusts into Q's head knocking him down on his back.

Fit then jumps up high for a legdrop, but the wrestler rolls away, so he lands on his ass. Fit scrambles back up to his feet, but Q is already standing and welcomes him up with a kick to the gut. He then takes Fit's hand and whips him into the corner, running in after him with a big back elbow. Fit holds on to the ropes to collect himself, but Q comes swinging at him. Fit ducks and sneaks out of the corner, trapping the wrestler there. He hits him with a few punches to the gut, and a slap across the chest. Q responds with a head butt, dazing the pornstar.

"This is my ring," he sneers.

Q then grabs the pornstar by the wrist and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner, hard. He charges in at Fit and hits a spear, stuffing him in there. Maintaining his offensive, Q lifts Fit up on to the top turnbuckle and climbs up after him, but Fit slides out through him, and pushes him down, stuffing him on the middle ropes in the corner. 

"How you like your ring now?" Fit asks as he grabs Q and pulls him back with a back stabber, dropping him on his knees. 

Fit pulls Q towards the center of the ring and goes for the pin, but Q punches out after two, still plenty of fight left in him. Q slowly pulls himself up using the ropes, this match is becoming more and more of a blur. Fit grabs Q by the head and then wraps his arms around him, holding him in a bearhug. 

"Ahhh," the masked wrestler moans, feeling his insides pressed together.

"That's it baby," Fit laughs, bending down and squeezing him tighter.

Q punches at him in the head, but Fit still holds on. He struggles to hit him again, as Fit shakes him while maintaining the pressure. Finally Q finds the strength to punch him again, this time getting Fit to break the hold. He then whips the pornstar across the ring into the ropes. Fit bounces back and Q connects with a back bodydrop. Fit scrambles back up to his feet and Q is there with a powerful kick to the head. Q grabs Fit's head and sticks it between his legs and goes to lift up Fit for a powerbomb. He holds him up high, but the pornstar pushes off of him and counters with a facebuster. Fit doesn't go for the pin and instead wraps his arms around Q's waist and connects with a German suplex. Q's head is spinning but he still manages to stand back up. Fit marches toward him, kicks him in the gut, grabs him by the head and hits a flatliner. Q lays out and Fit rolls on top of him, hooking the leg. One. Two. Three.

Fit jumps up with excitement in disbelief that he won. He climbs the turnbuckles posing for the crowd, flashing that smiles of his.

Back in the locker room Q approaches Fit, patting him on the back. "Nice job out there," he says with sincerity. 

Fit turns to face him and flashes his sweet smile, "Thanks."

Q finds himself disarmed by that smile, that look in Fit's eyes. "You know, you could have a career in this if you wanted to."

Fit chuckles, "This is just for fun, I am fine with my current day job."

"You look like you're having fun with that job too."

Fit's eyebrows go up -- did he hear him correctly? "So, you've seen--"

Q kisses him, that's a definite yes. The wrestler licks his lips, tasting some of the salty sweat from Fit's lips. He puts his hand on Fit's chest, "If you need someone to shoot with, I'm available."

"Really?" Fit is still in a state of disbelief, which Q finds cute. "Well, why don't you stop on by tonight then?"

Q casually nods, like it were an invite for a drink. He then turns and heads to the showers, knowing that Fit is staring at his ass the entire time.

Fit shakes his head, first he won a match, and now he's got a hot scene partner for tonight. He finishes drying himself off and grins to himself. "Alright then."

That night Fit is in his pad chilling on the couch while sipping some scotch. Now that the heat of the moment has passed he wonders if Q will actually show up. He wouldn't be the first to say yes only to back out later. Fit looks at the clock and tries not to be disappointed, the day was good even without this, he can always do a solo jerk off video. But then he hears a knock and suddenly his heart starts racing -- it's happening.

He opens the door and sees Q standing there. "Hey."

Q comes in and immediately takes off his shirt, cutting straight to business. He grabs Fit's face in both his hands and plants another kiss on him, a long sensual kiss with tongue.

"Oh, okay, come this way," Fit says leading him to the bedroom where the cameras are set up.

As he steps into the room, Q pulls out his mask and puts it on. It's not even his mask that shows his eyes, it's one of his that covers his entire face.
"What are you doing?"
"I can't have my face out there--"
"I can blur it."
"Yeah, but I'd rather be safe."
Fit doesn't want an argument to ruin the moment or the possibility of fucking, so he sighs and tacitly agrees to the mask. With the mask on that means no blowjob from the wrestler, but Fit doesn't mind, he's there for the main event -- that ass. He squeezes it tightly, getting a good grip on it, ready to manhandle it on camera.
"Let me help you with that." Q says before sliding his tights off, freeing his butt from the constraints of his spandex.
Q sees some body oil on the nightstand and grabs it, pouring it on his hands and rubbing it in on the pornstar's body. He massages it in starting with Fit's shoulders going down, pressing softly on his skin, so smooth. When he reaches Fit's shorts he tugs them down, letting them drop to his ankles. Q bends down and rubs the oil on the pornstar's thick thighs, his face right in Fit's groin. Fit feels Q's breath on his dick and becomes so tempted to rip off the mask and skull fuck him right then and there, but he resists his urges and closes his eyes, feeling the wrestler's hands worship his body.
"You look good," Q says, now finished. 

He pulls the wrestler to him rubbing their bodies together. Fit feels Q's dick get warmer against his body and then looks down and sees it standing at attention. He drops to his knees and spits in his hands before stroking it. Q gasps at the first touch of Fit's lips on his aching cock, his tongue lapping up the fluid seeping from the head. Then Fit pauses, looks to the camera and takes a deep breath, and swallows Q to the hilt, his facial hair brushing Q's balls. Q yowls at the sensation, his back arching as Fit deep throated him, massaging him with his throat muscles.
"Fuck..." Q can't believe it.
Fit looks up at him with his dick deep down his throat, wanting to see the look on his eyes, but instead gets the mesh mask concealing Q's pleasure. He slowly slurps the cock out and then gestures for the wrestler to turn around.
Fit stands up behind him, breathing on his neck as he bends the wrestler forward. There's some hesitation, did Q think he was going to top Fit tonight? He rubs the wrestler's shoulders reassuring him, "It's okay bro."
Q isn't worried about Fit fucking him, he's just at the moment where there's no backing out on this video. He wants Fit so bad though, and if this is the way to it, then so be it. He leans forward and pulls his cheeks apart so the pornstar can see his pulsating hole.
Fit guides his lubed up cock in, and once he’s sure that he’s good he’s quickly snapping his hips. Q grunts with pleasure, clenching on to the cock as Fit drags it out.
"Fuckkk..." Fit moans, it’s almost a whisper compared to the sound of skin sliding against skin.
He continues pumping into him, going steadily. Q is quiet, making Fit wonder if his mask was muffling him. He notices Q's hard cock swing as he puts more force in his thrusts, enough of a sign that Q's enjoying himself. He gets in deep, pulling no more than half way out before jamming it back in there. Q moans and wiggles his ass back toward Fit, not wanting the dick out of him. The wrestler grunts louder now, at least loud enough for Fit to hear. Fit's impressed with Q's bottoming, the hunger for the cock --  he rubs the wrestler's hips as he pounds him, letting Q make all the noise. 

Eventually Q steps forward and turns around, Fit can sense a request coming, but it's not the one he expected: "Let me ride you."

The pornstar doesn't object and lays down while a thought passes through his mind, he wonders if it's the mask that's making Q so uninhibited or did he really love cock this much unmasked? Either way it's working out for Jay as he lays on his back with his dick pointed straight up to the ceiling.

With his hands on Fit's shoulder to steady him, Q sinks down on the pornstar's cock.
"Fuck," Q lets his head roll back, feeling the overwhelming pleasure accompany the burn as it coursed through his body as he fills himself up. 

He sits all the way down so Fit's balls rub against his ass and holds himself still, letting himself breathe. He feels Fit's hands on his hips, his grip tight, but soft enough to know Q is in charge. Q knows with wrestling that you have to have conversations in quick glances, small touches and nods, and the same goes for fucking. And with that he exhales and straightens his back, lifting himself almost all the way off, before coming back down, still slow. 

Fit's grip shifts, and Q couldn't help but smile.

"Fuck, that's it," Fit lets the words slip from his lips as he starts to guide Q's hips. 

Q quickens his pace, bringing himself down harder.
"Fit, oh fuck," Q moans as he bottoms out for a moment, rolling his hips. His mouth falls open, breathing heavily as he continues his motions. He hears Fit moan underneath him and feels his fingers press into his hips. He hisses as he tightens around Fit, drawing another loud groan from the man beneath him.
"Yeah," Fit nods, pleased with Q's motions.
And how could he not be? Q's thick body was a thing to marvel at, and his ass feels so tight, and then there's erect dick, remaining hard the entire time he's bottoming. Usually when filming Fit was concerned about the angles, and giving his fans a viewing experience to remember, but now he's only focused on pleasing the wrestler and giving himself the best views of the fucking hot athlete. Fit's hands move up from Q's hips to his stomach to his chest, pinching his pecs.

"Ohhh," Q arches back again. "Yeah..."

He rides Fit harder, rocking back and forth on the dick with a fury. His moans choke from the excitement, but he keeps going, working up a sweat. He's forgotten about the cameras, being filmed, and any sense of duty to "perform." No, he wanted this dick so bad, so he isn't going to hold back now.

"God, yes," Q grunts, "Fuck..."

He presses down on Fit's chest to hold himself up, the pornstar begins thrusting up in him. Again and again, his prostate nailed. He whimpers incoherently, not that it matters, Fit knows exactly what he's doing to him.
"Fuck it," Fit mutters, before suddenly throwing Q on his back,
Fit leans forward and rolls up beside Q. He holds the wrestler's leg up and slides his dick back in him. It's not going to be the best angle for the video - riding and doggie often were - but this wasn't about his fans, at least not tonight.

"Ahhh," Q gasps with the head fully in him.

Fit wastes no time and immediately fucks into him, nearly driving the wind out of Q with the force. He stares intently at the mask trying to read the looks Q makes underneath it, instead getting nothing but the noises muffled from that damn mask. He moves one hand to Q's neck, gripping his chin and fucking him rougher - oh how he just wanted to rip that mask off.

"Yes, yes, right there..."
Q keeps begging for more, harder and faster, whining and moaning and gasping Fit's name. All Fit gives him what he wants, harder and faster, gripping his hips to stop him from grinding on the mattress. More soft "yeah’s" and gasping breaths come from Q, letting Fit know he's still doing everything right.

Being an athlete Q has quite the stamina, something Fit only realizes now as both men are dripping in sweat. It encourages him to keep going, not afraid of overdoing anything. 

Eventually Q pauses to catch his breath, the mask making him tired faster than normal. He rolls over to face Fit and squeezes his ass, "When do I get a turn?"

"If you're gonna top me, you're gonna have to show your face." Fit doesn't want to bottom and feels this requirement will do the trick. 

Q doesn't move, thinking about it. He stands up, as if he were about to call it quits and leave, but then he says, "Fuck it" and rips off his mask.

Q postures a little, stretching, his cock twitching at the sudden heat in Fit's gaze, and he leans in for a kiss. He doesn't care about the cameras or if the world knows what he's doing, not in this moment. 

Fit wraps his hand around Q's head, pulling him close and grabbing his ass with his other hand. Fit moans as Q deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding past Fit's lips, his hips bucking against Fit's crotch. He moans again as Q pulls away, his eyes dark and his breathing fast. Any hesitation he had about bottoming vanishes with that kiss. 

Q stokes Fit's raging boner then tells him to turn around. Fit does what he's told, liking how Q is taking control. The wrestler then squats down getting his face even with Fit's thick ass and pulls the cheeks apart to get a view of his hole. "Mmm..." Q licks his lips, watching it throb.

Then, that tongue is at it. Hot, wet strokes sending waves of pleasure down Fit's spine. Fit buries his face in the sheets, gripping at them desperately as Q grips at his cheeks, spreading his ass wider. A whine escapes him as Q's tongue presses inside him, stretching him out.
Thank god that mask is off, Fit thinks, as he realizes what he could have missed out on. Fit's whines grow louder, more desperate, as Q starts fucking him with his tongue. Fit remembers they're filming and wonders if sounds he's making are embarrassing, but, fuck, Q's tongue swirls around inside him, and he couldn't think of much of anything anymore.
Moments later Q takes one last lick across Fit's hole and asks him, "You ready?"
The pornstar nods, too choked up to even utter a "yeah."

Q takes the bottle of lube and squirts some on his palm then rubs it Fit's entrance and the remainder onto his fingers. He brings his index finger to Fit's hole, circling around it.
"Ahhh, yeah, go on," Fit whispers, his voice unsteady.
Q nods, gently pushing it all the way in causing Fit to hiss in pleasure. Q begins slowly thrusting his finger, really taking his time to drag it out, and even that has Fit writhing. "God, more, please."
Q smirks, and proceeds with his middle finger, scissoring them both inside of Fit, stretching him, drawing moans from him as he pleads for more. He slides in a third finger, crooking his fingers, and finally hits the right spot. Fit arches his back as he groans, his hands clawing at the bedsheets, fully hard and impatient for more.
"Fuck man, are you going to tease me or fuck me?" he shudders as Q brushes the gland again.
Q shrugs, Fit is tight, but if he wants it regardless of the pain, then he's gonna get it. He withdraws his fingers, eliciting a moan. Fit nearly chokes as Q stands behind him -- the fingers are quickly replaced with something much larger and firmer.
"Yeah, that's it, take it boy." Q whispers, rubbing Fit's shoulders down his back.
The pornstar mewls as Q pushes in further. Fit shifts the weight in his feet, but doesn't say anything so Q proceeds, sliding all the way in, which tears moans from the both of them. Like he did with his fingers, he begins with slow thrusts and gradually building up the momentum. 

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," Fit moans with each penetration.

Q continues to rub the younger man's shoulders as he changes the angle slightly each time. He then thrusts hard in and Fit moans as loudly as he shudders. 

"Right there, yeah..." Fit says, with a nervous giggle at the end.

Q finds it cute that the silent top is now an unashamed vocal bottom, letting him know how every inch of him feels. Being a wrestler he can tell when people are faking things - pain or pleasure - and even though they're on camera filming a fantasy, he knows Fit's moans are all real.

"You like that do you?" he whispers in Fit's ear.

"Yeah, don't stop."

Q smirks, he has no intention to. No, Fit's fat ass was ripe for the taking and Q could pound it all night. He's so excited about it he wants to switch positions and so he pushes Fit back on to the bed, and has him spread his legs. He rests them both on his shoulders as he guides his cock back into the hole.

"Ahhh," Fit's eyes still widen with Q entering him.

The pornstar rests his head back and breathes as Q immediately begins fucking. It feels so good, he can't help but make noises, moans, grunts, gasps - and Q knows exactly where to hit him. He stokes his cock, it's rock hard. He wonders if the cameras can really capture how much satisfaction he's having right now.

Q looks down at it, pleased with the pleasure he's delivering, not that he ever had his doubts.

"Yeah, fuck me, like that," Fit gasps as his prostate throbs again.

Q growls as he lowers his head, and sucks on Fit's neck. Fit yelps, ticklish, but then melts with a shudder. Q continues fucking him with such confidence it's hard to believe that he had any hesitation about being seen on camera -- he is a fucking pro. Fit's moans reach a higher pitch as Q moves on to sucking his nipples.
"OHHHH..." Fit cries out, his voice breaking, his body convulsing in orgasm.
Q leans back, arching his back as he twists his hips. Fit looks up to him in awe, his cock jerking spasmodically. He goes from closing his eyes to having them pop open each time Q pushes in, gasping for breath the entire time. Q thrusts harder, faster, losing his control as he feels the pornstar cum.
"Hhhhhhhh, awwwww..." he groans as his seed pours out on to his stomach.
Q keeps pumping his cock in him, but reaches with his hand and wipes some of it up in his fingers and licks it. "Mmm..."
Q can feel himself close now too, and he begins to growl as his climax builds up in him. And then he unleashes a powerful moan as he cums, the first part of his load fills Fit's hole, and then, quickly pulling out, the rest of it sprays on to the pornstar's chest.
"Ahhhh, fuck, ahhhh," Q grunts, squeezing all the seed out of him.
He pants a bit, and then finally collapses onto Fit, exhausted.
"Fuck, man," Q says, still trying to collect himself.
Fit grabs on to Q's sweaty ass and gives it a playful squeeze, "You could have a career in this if you wanted to..."
Fit chuckles and Q smiles back with a mysterious look in his eyes, maybe he just will...

If I had my pick between these thick chocolate studs, I'd go with Fit.