McIntyre knew his opponent was going to be older, but when he's the silver haired Swede standing in the corner of the ring, he's only turned on. McIntyre has a few inches and several pounds over him, but his bodybuilder opponent showed no signs of intimidation.
When the bell rings McIntyre charges at Brand, but the pornstar ducks down and flips him up and over the top rope. The wrestler lands on the edge though, something Brand wasn't expecting, and punches him in the face. Brand staggers back as McIntyre climbs to the top of the turnbuckles. But the pornstar is prepared and grabs him, launching him halfway across the ring. As McIntyre gets up to his feet Brand comes at him with a big blow, that knocks the wrestler through the ropes and out of the ring. Brand goes to the ropes and watches the big man squirm in pain, turned on. He climbs out after him and picks McIntyre up and slams him down on the mat. Brand can't believe it's this easy, he thought McIntyre would be putting up much more of a fight. He picks him back up by the hair, sticking his leg between his thighs. As he reaches to grab McIntyre by the waist the wrestler pushes him back, shoving him straight into the ring post.
"Ahhh," Brand yelps out, his back burning from the collision.
McIntyre sees Brand seated on the bench in the locker room, grimacing from the abuse he took in the ring. The wrestler comes up behind him, putting his hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently. "Sorry if I was a little rough in there..."
Brand scoffs, "Rough? I like it rough."
The pornstar stands up, he doesn't need to be cradled like a baby. He grabs McIntyre's hair, tugging it a little hard as he pulls him in for a kiss."I thought you like it rough too," Brand says.
McIntyre smirks, intrigued by the confidence that the older man possesses. Truth be told McIntyre was used to being the "daddy" with the men he's been with. Often the dominant one, even when he bottomed, and now the chance to be with an older man, is making McIntyre's heart race.
"The rougher the better," McIntyre says.
Brand nods, "Let's test that philosophy tonight."
The two men hurry and change so they can leave the arena and get back to Brand's hotel room as soon as possible. Once inside, they immediately drop their bags and take off their shirts. Brand grabs McIntyre's hair and tugs him forward for an embrace. The men can't keep their lips separated, as they feed into the energy that has been building up since they were in the ring together. Sliding his fingers under the waistband of Brand's shorts, McIntyre pushes them down over his hips, over his cock and down his legs until they pool around his feet. He doesn't bother stepping out of them, a sense of desperation seeming to build in both of them as soon as McIntyre's hands feels Brand's chest.
"Ahhh..." the pornstar sighs feeling the soft touch of the wrestler's lips on his skin.
The wrestler kisses his collarbone while holding both wrists on top of his head with one hand. The other circles one nipple, before catching it between his thumb and index finger. Brand sighs, his hips bucking, waiting impatiently.
McIntyre just can't believe his physique, so flawless, so tight, barely a wrinkle. Brand defied aging. He sucks on his pecs making the Swede gasp quietly, happy to be admired and worshipped. And then the wrestler feels down his abs to his thighs, dropping with his hands until he's face to face with that uncut dick.
A shudder runs through Brand, a shock that courses up from the hesitant touch of McIntyre's lips straight to his cock. His cock hadn't been flaccid ever since he'd first grabbed McIntyre by the hair in the locker room, but McIntyre was too turned on to notice his arousal then. But now, with it stuffed in his mouth, McIntyre looks up at the pornstar and sees just how turned on he is.
"Good boy, keep sucking," Brand orders.
Seeing McIntyre on the floor in front of him, feeling the hot, wet press of his mouth in the submissive position, causes his cock to swell even more. McIntyre chokes and spits the dick out of his mouth, slightly embarrassed. He wraps his hand around the base of Brand's cock, rubbing his thumb on the head, smearing pre-come shiny all over the swollen flesh. He bends his head closer until Brand can feel the return of the warmth of his mouth. Brand's hands comb through McIntyre's soft hair as the wrestler's mouth closes over him, soft lips and strong tongue stroking him as he slides his mouth down his length.
"Mmm, yeah..." Brand sighs.
Brand thrusts up into McIntyre, getting his dick deep down his throat, but the wrestler doesn't even gag for a moment.
"Eat my dick," Brand says, tugging at McIntyre's hair.
The wrestler devours it, slurping up and down the shaft as Brand continues thrusting it in him. If there is one thing Brand loves about younger men is they love to worship the cock. And even though McIntyre is quite the man himself, he still possesses that youthful desire for a cock in his mouth, which makes Brand more than happy.
"You like that dick?"
"Yeah..." McIntyre strokes it with a tight grip before swallowing it again.
"Good, you want it in your ass?"
McIntyre nods with it still in his mouth, causing Brand chuckle.
"Come on then boy," he pulls the wrestler back up and leads him to the bed.
McIntyre strips out of his bottoms and gets on his hands and knees on the bed. He pulls his ass cheeks apart to give him a clear path. He holds his breath, bracing himself, ready to see how rough Brand could be.
Without warning, Brand shoves his cock into McIntyre, but he's kind enough to hold it in place for a second for him to adjust. He pulls McIntyre's hair, bringing his head back as he starts thrusting into him. He feels McIntyre's thick hips slam back against him fast and fucking into his tight hot ass like he’s meat. Brand knows he can pound into McIntyre as hard as he needs, with no worry for how much pain he might be in underneath the pleasure. Because McIntyre wants it all. And Brand is happy to deliver.
"Oh yeah, God, yeah," McIntyre shakes his head free from Brand's grasp.
The pornstar slaps his hands on the wrestler's ass, gripping the cheeks tightly like they are two basketballs. He rocks his whole body into each thrust, plunging deep into the wrestler. But still McIntyre yells out for more. And to think a couple hours ago McIntyre thought Brand was the one who needed a massage.
"Yeah, uhh," Brand roars as he keeps the rhythm up, smacking McIntyre's ass once again.
The wrestler moans from the smack and now he reaches between his legs and strokes himself. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard," he barks.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. While he continues to thrust inside of wrestler, Brand runs his hands up and grabs onto his shoulders. Such a sturdy frame. McIntyre finds it incredible how he's able to maintain his pace, thrusting hard and fast inside his ass. Still McIntyre wants to test his limits so he moans out, “Ugh, harder!”
McIntyre rolls back into the ring and runs to the ropes, building up speed, bounces back and sails over the ropes with a Top Con Hilo that takes Brand back down. McIntyre is sore from the high risk maneuver, but he's up first. He takes his time and grabs Brand, lifting him on his shoulder, and hits him with a tilt-a-whirl slam on the side of the ring. He rolls Brand back in and slides in after him, hooking the leg. One. Two -- Brand punches out.
McIntyre lets out a big exhale and gets back to his feet. He reaches around Brand's waist and tosses him with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The pornstar bounces across the ring rubbing his lower back in pain. McIntyre feels a bit sorry for the older man, taking abuse like this, so he takes his time to come over. But Brand isn't looking for pity and punches McIntyre in the gut. The wrestler stumbles back as Brand stands up and comes back with a punch of his own. Then Brand ducks a kick and grabs McIntyre by the waist and hoists him up for a sit out powerbomb. He holds it for the pin -- one, two -- McIntyre kicks out in time.
McIntyre clutches his stomach as he crawls to the corner to pull himself back upright. Brand charges right at him and hits a bodysplash, squashing him in the corner. Brand pulls him back out to the center of the ring by his hair and kicks him in the gut. McIntyre bends forward holding his gut in pain as Brand rushes to the ropes and comes back at him. But the wrestler opens his arms and lifts Brand up, rotating him around for a powerful spinebuster.
Both men take a minute to get back up. They square off like it's the beginning of a match, only they're both beaten, sweaty, and a little turned on by the competition. Brand gets McIntyre in a side headlock, but the wrestler pushes him off into the ropes, Brand charges back with a shoulder block that knocks McIntyre down. He leaps up and lands a legdrop on him. He then picks McIntyre up, holding him horizontally, squeezing his ass with one hand before dropping him down on his knee. He keeps his hold on McIntyre though, and does it again, and again. He releases the wrestler after the third time and leaps up with a big elbow drop. McIntyre crawls away, but Brand tugs on his waistband, getting a nice view of that ass as he pulls him back to toward him and hits him with a blow to the back. McIntyre falls to his knees and crawls to the ropes. Brand grabs ahold of the Scottish hunk, and pulls him up through the middle rope, choking him until the ref breaks it up.
"We're just having fun," Brand chuckles.
McIntyre gasps for air as Brand grabs him from behind. He hoists him up, but McIntyre slips free and drops down behind him. When Brand spins arond McIntyre greets him with a few knife chops to the chest and then a kick to the gut. He runs to the ropes and bounces back, flipping over Brand and landing on his back, trying to pull on his legs for a sunset flip. Instead, Brand falls down on him, bulge in the wrestler's face. One, two-- McIntyre shoves Brand off him.
Brand chuckles, he knows McIntyre must have liked that. McIntyre comes charging at him with a forearm, but Brand ducks and comes back with a dropkick. McIntyre scrambles to his feet and comes back with a lariat taking Brand down. The pornstar hurries back up, but McIntyre isn't playing around and hits a futureshock DDT, putting down Brand. He then flips his hair back and crouches in the corner ready to finish him off for good. As soon as Brand is up on one knee the Scottish warrior races toward him and connects with the Clymore kick. The big Swede flips in air and lands on his stomach, knocked out. McIntyre rolls him over and slides on top of him, counting it out: One. Two. Three.
McIntyre sees Brand seated on the bench in the locker room, grimacing from the abuse he took in the ring. The wrestler comes up behind him, putting his hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently. "Sorry if I was a little rough in there..."
Brand scoffs, "Rough? I like it rough."
The pornstar stands up, he doesn't need to be cradled like a baby. He grabs McIntyre's hair, tugging it a little hard as he pulls him in for a kiss."I thought you like it rough too," Brand says.
McIntyre smirks, intrigued by the confidence that the older man possesses. Truth be told McIntyre was used to being the "daddy" with the men he's been with. Often the dominant one, even when he bottomed, and now the chance to be with an older man, is making McIntyre's heart race.
"The rougher the better," McIntyre says.
Brand nods, "Let's test that philosophy tonight."
The two men hurry and change so they can leave the arena and get back to Brand's hotel room as soon as possible. Once inside, they immediately drop their bags and take off their shirts. Brand grabs McIntyre's hair and tugs him forward for an embrace. The men can't keep their lips separated, as they feed into the energy that has been building up since they were in the ring together. Sliding his fingers under the waistband of Brand's shorts, McIntyre pushes them down over his hips, over his cock and down his legs until they pool around his feet. He doesn't bother stepping out of them, a sense of desperation seeming to build in both of them as soon as McIntyre's hands feels Brand's chest.
"Ahhh..." the pornstar sighs feeling the soft touch of the wrestler's lips on his skin.
The wrestler kisses his collarbone while holding both wrists on top of his head with one hand. The other circles one nipple, before catching it between his thumb and index finger. Brand sighs, his hips bucking, waiting impatiently.
McIntyre just can't believe his physique, so flawless, so tight, barely a wrinkle. Brand defied aging. He sucks on his pecs making the Swede gasp quietly, happy to be admired and worshipped. And then the wrestler feels down his abs to his thighs, dropping with his hands until he's face to face with that uncut dick.
A shudder runs through Brand, a shock that courses up from the hesitant touch of McIntyre's lips straight to his cock. His cock hadn't been flaccid ever since he'd first grabbed McIntyre by the hair in the locker room, but McIntyre was too turned on to notice his arousal then. But now, with it stuffed in his mouth, McIntyre looks up at the pornstar and sees just how turned on he is.
"Good boy, keep sucking," Brand orders.
Seeing McIntyre on the floor in front of him, feeling the hot, wet press of his mouth in the submissive position, causes his cock to swell even more. McIntyre chokes and spits the dick out of his mouth, slightly embarrassed. He wraps his hand around the base of Brand's cock, rubbing his thumb on the head, smearing pre-come shiny all over the swollen flesh. He bends his head closer until Brand can feel the return of the warmth of his mouth. Brand's hands comb through McIntyre's soft hair as the wrestler's mouth closes over him, soft lips and strong tongue stroking him as he slides his mouth down his length.
"Mmm, yeah..." Brand sighs.
Brand thrusts up into McIntyre, getting his dick deep down his throat, but the wrestler doesn't even gag for a moment.
"Eat my dick," Brand says, tugging at McIntyre's hair.
The wrestler devours it, slurping up and down the shaft as Brand continues thrusting it in him. If there is one thing Brand loves about younger men is they love to worship the cock. And even though McIntyre is quite the man himself, he still possesses that youthful desire for a cock in his mouth, which makes Brand more than happy.
"You like that dick?"
"Yeah..." McIntyre strokes it with a tight grip before swallowing it again.
"Good, you want it in your ass?"
McIntyre nods with it still in his mouth, causing Brand chuckle.
"Come on then boy," he pulls the wrestler back up and leads him to the bed.
McIntyre strips out of his bottoms and gets on his hands and knees on the bed. He pulls his ass cheeks apart to give him a clear path. He holds his breath, bracing himself, ready to see how rough Brand could be.
Without warning, Brand shoves his cock into McIntyre, but he's kind enough to hold it in place for a second for him to adjust. He pulls McIntyre's hair, bringing his head back as he starts thrusting into him. He feels McIntyre's thick hips slam back against him fast and fucking into his tight hot ass like he’s meat. Brand knows he can pound into McIntyre as hard as he needs, with no worry for how much pain he might be in underneath the pleasure. Because McIntyre wants it all. And Brand is happy to deliver.
"Oh yeah, God, yeah," McIntyre shakes his head free from Brand's grasp.
The pornstar slaps his hands on the wrestler's ass, gripping the cheeks tightly like they are two basketballs. He rocks his whole body into each thrust, plunging deep into the wrestler. But still McIntyre yells out for more. And to think a couple hours ago McIntyre thought Brand was the one who needed a massage.
"Yeah, uhh," Brand roars as he keeps the rhythm up, smacking McIntyre's ass once again.
The wrestler moans from the smack and now he reaches between his legs and strokes himself. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard," he barks.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. While he continues to thrust inside of wrestler, Brand runs his hands up and grabs onto his shoulders. Such a sturdy frame. McIntyre finds it incredible how he's able to maintain his pace, thrusting hard and fast inside his ass. Still McIntyre wants to test his limits so he moans out, “Ugh, harder!”
Brand doesn't know how much harder he can go, but he gives McIntyre what he asks for. He slams into him, stabbing at his prostate. That sends waves of pleasure throughout his body and well fuck, it feels amazing. McIntyre grunts and groans, too lost to articulate his pleasure with actual words. Brand continues to stab at his prostate while he keeps a firm grip on his shoulders. He feels the burning sensation in his lower stomach and he fights off the urge to cum. Instead, he moves his hands from McIntyre's shoulders and grabs a handful of his locks again, tugging his head backwards. He's giving McIntyre everything he has to give, slamming as hard and as fast as he can inside of him.
"AHHHH," McIntyre finally collapses forward and rolls over on his back, panting.
There's a big smile on his face as he keeps gasping for air.
"Too rough for you?" Brand asks as he crawls on top of him.
McIntyre crushes his lips on to Brand's. "Fuck no, I just wanted to see your face again."
"Good, because I'm not finished."
Brand lies next to the wrestler, spooning him. He pulls McIntyre's ass open again, digging his dick into McIntyre's asshole, feeling his head push through the opening ring of muscle. McIntyre whines like it’s vibrating through his insides, there's something about this angle, having Brand pressed up against that makes it all connect.
"AHHHH," McIntyre finally collapses forward and rolls over on his back, panting.
There's a big smile on his face as he keeps gasping for air.
"Too rough for you?" Brand asks as he crawls on top of him.
McIntyre crushes his lips on to Brand's. "Fuck no, I just wanted to see your face again."
"Good, because I'm not finished."
Brand lies next to the wrestler, spooning him. He pulls McIntyre's ass open again, digging his dick into McIntyre's asshole, feeling his head push through the opening ring of muscle. McIntyre whines like it’s vibrating through his insides, there's something about this angle, having Brand pressed up against that makes it all connect.
"Come on," McIntyre begs, "Give me that dick."
Brand starts with slow, but deep thrusts and McIntyre fears that he's tired the pornstar out already -- that he's switching the pace up to a slower, more sensual fucking. But Brand has no intention to tone things down, and begins to pound him faster, giving it to him rough like he requested.
“Uh! Oh God! Fuck me, Tomas – yeah,” McIntyre grunts.
"You want more?"
McIntyre pushes his face in, his beard brushing up against Brand's skin. He flicks his tongue in him, which only makes Brand cry out louder. He plants his lips on the hole and kisses it, then slides his tongue back in, fucking him with it.
"Oh yeah, get your tongue up there," Brand nods, stroking his own cock furiously.
McIntyre licks his ass, dragging his tongue back to the hole and sucking on it some more. He holds it in him and shakes his head getting it as deep as he can inside the pornstar.
"Ahh, you like that ass, huh?" Brand chuckles.
"Yeah, I want to fuck it."
"Go on, I want to feel it up my ass."
With the hole pulsating, McIntyre can't hold back any longer and slides his dick in, feeling Brand clench up around it as he pushes deeper. He thrusts hard, but Brand only smiles -- he can take it. McIntyre brushes his hair out of his face and keeps going, making the bed shake with the pounding.
"You feel it?" McIntyre asks.
"Oh yeah, fuck my hole," Brand pants.
"Yeah? Take it all," McIntyre keeps rocking his hips, swallowing down every little noise Brand makes.
"Ahhhh -- fuck!"
It is one thing to show off his power and strength on a younger man, but to get an older man to moan and beg for more made McIntyre's confidence shoot up. It's not that he ever had any doubts with Brand, it's just the validation from someone with that much experience means that much more.
Brand pulls the wrestler into him, holding him tight as he sloppily kisses his face, his beard. And then he pushes him on his back, and crawls on top of him. With McIntyre in between his legs, Brand reclines back and feels the tip of McIntyre poke in him. "Ahhh," Brand exhales, tilting his chin up. "Yeah..."
McIntyre feels the intense heat building up right in the head of his hard, throbbing dick, the friction causing his entire body to shiver. He stares up at the older man's body in awe. Already his ass feels amazing. He pushes more and more inside slowly until he was balls deep inside of him. It doesn't take Brand long to get used to him -- McIntyre wonders just how many cocks the old man has had in him before. But that thought disappears as Brand pushes back down on him.
"Fuck--" McIntyre chokes out.
He lets the bodybuilder ride him at his own speed, not wanting to tire him out. But Brand has more energy than McIntyre thinks and rides the cock hard and fast, pushing all the way down until he feels McIntyre's balls against his thighs, then pushing back up so just his head is in him. He repeats this faster, building up momentum, and McIntyre is lost in how good it all feels.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Brand pants again.
McIntyre slowly thrusts up in sync with him, gradually building up his pace. He sees Brand scrunch up his eyes as the cock powers up through him. The pornstar grunts and groans with every penetration, not wanting it to stop.
"Ride that cock, daddy," McIntyre says, still in awe of his partner.
Brand grinds down on the dick, twisting it inside him, letting it brush against his prostate.
"Oh yeah, Drew, mmm..."
The wrestler pinches Brand's pecs, making him gasp. He adjusts himself so McIntyre's grazing the right spot with every stroke, thick, rich warmth rising from inside his gut and making his chest feel so, so full and light.
"Come on Drew, fuck me more."
Brand falls back on the bed, pulling the wrestler on top of him, missionary style it is.
"Give me that dick."There's a wicked glint in McIntyre's eye as he watches Brand squirm beneath him. He licks his lips and swoops in for another hard kiss, biting at the pornstar's lips while reaching down and lightly stroking him. He breaks the kiss and abruptly shoves his cock back in him.
Brand starts with slow, but deep thrusts and McIntyre fears that he's tired the pornstar out already -- that he's switching the pace up to a slower, more sensual fucking. But Brand has no intention to tone things down, and begins to pound him faster, giving it to him rough like he requested.
“Uh! Oh God! Fuck me, Tomas – yeah,” McIntyre grunts.
"You want more?"
"Yes, uhhh, don't stop."
The pornstar slams into the wrestler's deliciously tight, but giving flesh, making McIntyre sob and shake, in pain and in gratitude at finally being taken so roughly. Brand holds him to keep him steady enough to not interrupt the fucking. The wrestler knows all this comes from Brand's age and experience, something that those young twinks would need years to pick up. And when he tilts his head to the side to look at the pornstar, he sees the intensity in his eyes. He shakes just from that stare, that focus. It's all so dizzying, the onslaught of sounds and sensations and images, his ass meeting Brand's thighs with more force, flesh crashing together, sweat dripping off the insides of his thighs and sticking to Brand's skin, Brand hitting deep inside him like a collision every time. McIntyre can't take anymore and pulls the pornstar on top of him, kissing his neck, holding him, feeling all that muscle, that weight on him. He then rolls them over so he's on top.
"Somebody wants a turn?" Brand chuckles.
The pornstar slams into the wrestler's deliciously tight, but giving flesh, making McIntyre sob and shake, in pain and in gratitude at finally being taken so roughly. Brand holds him to keep him steady enough to not interrupt the fucking. The wrestler knows all this comes from Brand's age and experience, something that those young twinks would need years to pick up. And when he tilts his head to the side to look at the pornstar, he sees the intensity in his eyes. He shakes just from that stare, that focus. It's all so dizzying, the onslaught of sounds and sensations and images, his ass meeting Brand's thighs with more force, flesh crashing together, sweat dripping off the insides of his thighs and sticking to Brand's skin, Brand hitting deep inside him like a collision every time. McIntyre can't take anymore and pulls the pornstar on top of him, kissing his neck, holding him, feeling all that muscle, that weight on him. He then rolls them over so he's on top.
"Somebody wants a turn?" Brand chuckles.
"Fuck yeah I do."
McIntyre positions himself between Brand's legs, planting kisses down his stomach, on his pelvic bone above his prick, on his thigh and just under- oh. He folds Brand's legs up, so they're pointing to the ceiling, getting a nice view of that hole. The wrestler's tongue traces stripe across Brand's hole, swirling around again and again, making the Swede moan. It's fucking hot hearing the big man cry out, which encourages McIntyre to keep going. He spits into the hole and rubs it in with his thumb, studying it carefully.
"Ohhh," Brand moans for more.McIntyre pushes his face in, his beard brushing up against Brand's skin. He flicks his tongue in him, which only makes Brand cry out louder. He plants his lips on the hole and kisses it, then slides his tongue back in, fucking him with it.
"Oh yeah, get your tongue up there," Brand nods, stroking his own cock furiously.
McIntyre licks his ass, dragging his tongue back to the hole and sucking on it some more. He holds it in him and shakes his head getting it as deep as he can inside the pornstar.
"Ahh, you like that ass, huh?" Brand chuckles.
"Yeah, I want to fuck it."
"Go on, I want to feel it up my ass."
With the hole pulsating, McIntyre can't hold back any longer and slides his dick in, feeling Brand clench up around it as he pushes deeper. He thrusts hard, but Brand only smiles -- he can take it. McIntyre brushes his hair out of his face and keeps going, making the bed shake with the pounding.
"You feel it?" McIntyre asks.
"Oh yeah, fuck my hole," Brand pants.
"Yeah? Take it all," McIntyre keeps rocking his hips, swallowing down every little noise Brand makes.
"Ahhhh -- fuck!"
It is one thing to show off his power and strength on a younger man, but to get an older man to moan and beg for more made McIntyre's confidence shoot up. It's not that he ever had any doubts with Brand, it's just the validation from someone with that much experience means that much more.
Brand pulls the wrestler into him, holding him tight as he sloppily kisses his face, his beard. And then he pushes him on his back, and crawls on top of him. With McIntyre in between his legs, Brand reclines back and feels the tip of McIntyre poke in him. "Ahhh," Brand exhales, tilting his chin up. "Yeah..."
McIntyre feels the intense heat building up right in the head of his hard, throbbing dick, the friction causing his entire body to shiver. He stares up at the older man's body in awe. Already his ass feels amazing. He pushes more and more inside slowly until he was balls deep inside of him. It doesn't take Brand long to get used to him -- McIntyre wonders just how many cocks the old man has had in him before. But that thought disappears as Brand pushes back down on him.
"Fuck--" McIntyre chokes out.
He lets the bodybuilder ride him at his own speed, not wanting to tire him out. But Brand has more energy than McIntyre thinks and rides the cock hard and fast, pushing all the way down until he feels McIntyre's balls against his thighs, then pushing back up so just his head is in him. He repeats this faster, building up momentum, and McIntyre is lost in how good it all feels.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Brand pants again.
McIntyre slowly thrusts up in sync with him, gradually building up his pace. He sees Brand scrunch up his eyes as the cock powers up through him. The pornstar grunts and groans with every penetration, not wanting it to stop.
"Ride that cock, daddy," McIntyre says, still in awe of his partner.
Brand grinds down on the dick, twisting it inside him, letting it brush against his prostate.
"Oh yeah, Drew, mmm..."
The wrestler pinches Brand's pecs, making him gasp. He adjusts himself so McIntyre's grazing the right spot with every stroke, thick, rich warmth rising from inside his gut and making his chest feel so, so full and light.
"Come on Drew, fuck me more."
Brand falls back on the bed, pulling the wrestler on top of him, missionary style it is.
"Give me that dick."There's a wicked glint in McIntyre's eye as he watches Brand squirm beneath him. He licks his lips and swoops in for another hard kiss, biting at the pornstar's lips while reaching down and lightly stroking him. He breaks the kiss and abruptly shoves his cock back in him.
"Ahhh," the Swedish bodybuilder grunts.
Even though they're in the missionary position, McIntyre shows no signs of taking things easy on Brand. He begins twisting his hips, grinding into the pornstar with powerful, but steady movements. Each thrust is a pounding that Brand seems to enjoy. And indeed Brand does - that show of power, strength, what could be hotter than that? Especially since so many of his scenes he's paired with smaller men, twinks or borderline twinks, and now he gets the force of a hot Man - emphasis on the capital M. And while McIntyre is younger than him by more than a decade, there's an aged confidence in him that makes those separating years matter less.
McIntyre's hair falls down on his face, but Brand doesn't care, he can still see into the wrestler's eyes as he plows into him. At this angle, with each thrust, Brand's hard, wet cock brushes slick against McIntyre's furry stomach, and, each time, Brand's mouth opens in a breathless pant.
Even though they're in the missionary position, McIntyre shows no signs of taking things easy on Brand. He begins twisting his hips, grinding into the pornstar with powerful, but steady movements. Each thrust is a pounding that Brand seems to enjoy. And indeed Brand does - that show of power, strength, what could be hotter than that? Especially since so many of his scenes he's paired with smaller men, twinks or borderline twinks, and now he gets the force of a hot Man - emphasis on the capital M. And while McIntyre is younger than him by more than a decade, there's an aged confidence in him that makes those separating years matter less.
McIntyre's hair falls down on his face, but Brand doesn't care, he can still see into the wrestler's eyes as he plows into him. At this angle, with each thrust, Brand's hard, wet cock brushes slick against McIntyre's furry stomach, and, each time, Brand's mouth opens in a breathless pant.
McIntyre hooks his thumb into Brand's open mouth, at the corner so his cheek bulges out obscenely. The pornstar sucks him automatically and McIntyre can't help but be turned on. He pulls his thumb out of Brand's mouth with a pop before Brand can even think about biting him, but Brand is too far gone now to fight, arching his body up against McIntyre's stomach, so desperate for friction on his swollen cock.
McIntyre fucks Brand relentlessly, growling deeply, the room filling with the sweaty, slapping sound of their bodies crashing together. Brand moans plaintively into each of McIntyre's thrusts, the sounds muddling together into an obscene cacophony, punctuated finally by McIntyre's loud, wailing grunt as he cums deep into Brand.
"Uhhhhhhh," he stretches his moan out as long as possible and then flips his hair back taking a deep breath.
"Yeah, yeah," Brand chokes out as he strokes his own cock furiously.
And within seconds he cums all over his chest, moaning wantonly into his mouth, every muscle in his body relaxing and warm, tingling pleasure cascading all the way through him.
"Yeah, yeah," Brand chokes out as he strokes his own cock furiously.
And within seconds he cums all over his chest, moaning wantonly into his mouth, every muscle in his body relaxing and warm, tingling pleasure cascading all the way through him.
"Ahhhh..." Brand exhales, relaxed from his release.
McIntyre then drags his tongue up the Swede's body, lapping up the cum and swallowing it. Fuck he even tasted good.you
"That's a good boy," Brand smiles, combing his hand throw McIntyre's long hair.
McIntyre then rolls next to Brand, exhausted from all that action. Brand is surprised to find that he has more energy than the athlete. He sits up leaning against the headboard and pulls the wrestler up in his lap and begins to massage his shoulders.
McIntyre then drags his tongue up the Swede's body, lapping up the cum and swallowing it. Fuck he even tasted good.you
"That's a good boy," Brand smiles, combing his hand throw McIntyre's long hair.
McIntyre then rolls next to Brand, exhausted from all that action. Brand is surprised to find that he has more energy than the athlete. He sits up leaning against the headboard and pulls the wrestler up in his lap and begins to massage his shoulders.
"Sorry, if I was a little rough."
McIntyre smirks and turns back to look at Brand in the eyes, "I like it rough."
If I had the choice between these two muscle daddies, I don't think I could pass up on the Swedish sensation Brand.
McIntyre smirks and turns back to look at Brand in the eyes, "I like it rough."
If I had the choice between these two muscle daddies, I don't think I could pass up on the Swedish sensation Brand.
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