Mustang wears tight black shorts and has his body glistening in oil as he waits in the ring for his opponent. Otunga's music kicks up and he marches on out, completely drenched in oil, highlighting every inch of muscle on him. He gets in the ring and flexes for the fans, showing off his physique as if he were in a bodybuilder competition and not a wrestling ring.
When the bell rings, Otunga shifts into wrestler mode, until he recognizes Mustang. He knows he's seen the pornstar before, he is a fan of his work. Now he's not sure what to do.
The two men lock up and Otunga gets the advantage, pushing Mustang back toward a corner. Just as Mustang is about to be pressed against the turnbuckles he spins out, getting behind Otunga, pushing him into the corner. He rubs up against the wrestler's body, his groin grinding on Otunga's bubble butt. Otunga wants it, but not just this moment, and so he elbows Mustang in the head getting him off of him. Mustang can sense Otunga is torn, and so he licks his finger and pinches his own pecs trying to distract the wrestler. Otunga shakes his head and swings at Mustang, but the pornstar ducks it and hits a kick to his head. He then scoops Otunga up and slams him down. He goes for the pin, but Otunga punches out almost immediately.
As they get up Mustang knees Otunga in the gut and then gets behind him, pulling his arm back with an abdominal stretch. Otunga yells out in pain, but refuses to give up. He tries shaking free, but the pornstar moves with him, keeping the hold intact. Seeing the wrestler exposed and vulnerable to him, Mustang can't resist and rubs his hand on Otunga's chest, pinching his pec. Otunga screams out again, but uses his anger and turns around, pulling Mustang down in a small package roll up. One. Two. Mustang kicks out.
Both men scramble up at the same time, but Mustang lunges forward with a clothesline, taking Otunga down. He then hurries to the corner and climbs up the turnbuckle. As Mustang sits on the top turnbuckle waiting for Otunga to get up, the wrestler snaps up in a flash and grabs him by the leg, flipping him off. Mustang lies flat on the ring, his ass looking extra juicy, but Otunga knows he can't get lost in it. Not yet. He whips Mustang into the ropes and as the pornstar rebounds back Otunga bends over to flip him over his back, but Mustang stops and grabs him by the head, slamming him into his knees. Otunga wobbles back and Mustang hits him with a clothesline, taking him down. Mustang smiles, enjoying seeing Otunga down on his knees before him. Mustang grabs him to throw him to the ropes, but Otunga reverses it. When Mustang bounces back toward him, Otunga hits him with a big shoulder tackle, knocking the pornstar back through the ropes, falling out of the ring.
Otunga rolls out after him, grabbing the pornstar by the hair to get him up to his feet. He slings Mustang's arm over his shoulder and hits him with a suplex. Mustang moans out loud, rubbing his back. He tries crawling away, but Otunga stays on him, grabbing his trunks, tugging them down exposing Mustang's ass. Otunga picks Mustang up and hits an atomic drop, feeling the flesh of the pornstar's ass on his knee. Mustang hobbles forward rubbing his ass and pulling up his trunks. Otunga still stalks after him, but Mustang starts to run around the ring. Otunga picks up the chase, but Mustang escapes back into the ring.
Otunga follows in after him, but Mustang ambushes him with a series of kicks before Otunga can even stand up. The pornstar then picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Otunga runs by, ducking a clothesline attempt, but the next time he comes to Mustang, the pornstar bends down and flips Otunga over his back, getting him high in the air. Otunga lands on his ass and bounces across the ring. Mustang pushes him down on his back for the pin, but Otunga punches out after one.
Both men breathe heavily, the match starting to take a toll on them. Mustang comes to Otunga and hits a backhand across his chest. Otunga barely flinches. So Mustang hits him again. Otunga smirks, cute. He then hits a blow to Mustang's head. Mustang swings hard to hit him back, but Otunga ducks Mustang's punch and then grabs him around the neck and hits a neckbreaker. He then goes to the ropes, leaping off the middle one to hit a springboard elbow drop. He slides on top of the pornstar, hooking the legs, but Mustang kicks out after one.
Otunga picks Mustang up, the pornstar puts his hand on his ass, feeling it, squishing it. As good as it feels to be touched, Otunga is in wrestler mode and so he slaps the pornstar across the face. Mustang looks shocked, but Otunga is serious and grabs Mustang by the head and tosses him into the corner. He then hits a corner clothesline and follows it up with a series of shoulder thrusts to his gut, stuffing him in there. Each time Mustang whelps out, Otunga isn't sure if he's hurting him or turning him on. He takes Mustang by the wrist and whips him across the ring to the opposite corner. Otunga fulls up behind him, but Mustang holds on to the top rope and springs over Otunga, trapping him in the corner. He grabs the wrestler by the head, but Otunga kicks him in the gut and grabs him by the head, slamming him into the top turnbuckle - one, two, three, four, five times. Mustang, in a daze, walks into Otunga's arms, and the wrestler lifts him up and slams him down with the Verdict. He lays on top of Mustang, pressing his hands on his chest to keep him pinned. One. Two. Three. Otunga springs up, raising his hands in victory.
Mustang walks into the locker room and sees Otunga standing at his locker naked, freshly out of the shower, rubbing lotion on his body. His ego bruised from losing the match, and being tempted all match long by Otunga's body, Mustang heads straight for him looking to remedy the situation. "Need a hand?"
Otunga can hear a bit of hesitation in Mustang's voice, nerves. Apparently Otunga wasn't too obvious during their match for his desire to explore the pornstar's body. With a big smile, he hands the pornstar the bottle of lotion.
Mustang shows his eagerness, hastily squirting some lotion in his hands and rubbing Otunga with it. He takes a deep breath and slows down, taking time to admire the body in front of him: all strong muscle and smooth skin. He rubs his hands on Otunga's shoulders, broad and thick and solid, leading to his strong biceps. Otunga flexes his arms allowing Mustang to really examine the rewards from so many hours in the gym. He massages Otunga's arm by his tattoo, making sure he completely coats him in oil. Mustang then moves on to the wrestler's chest, so big and strong. After spreading the oil across his chest, he plays with his nipples, pinching at them, rubbing them between his fingers. When Mustang's thumb brushes directly over his nipple, Otunga makes a sound halfway between a gasp and a moan. Mustang smirks, he definitely needs to hear that sound again. Almost without thinking he brings both his hands to Otunga's pecs and starts rubbing gentle circle over them. Otunga's breathing hitches and Mustang quickly realizes that his eyes are open, and that he is looking directly at him.
"Ahhhh..." it's like Otunga was waiting for this moment all night.
Truth is he had been. And now being worshipped by the hot, young pornstar, Otunga is ready for so much more. As Mustang licks his pecs, lapping his tongue around him, shivers jolt up Otunga's back. He when sucks on them, hard, squeezing them in his lips, Otunga writhes. He strokes his own cock, realizing he couldn't be more erect from this foreplay, his desire building.
"Ahhhh..." it's like Otunga was waiting for this moment all night.
Truth is he had been. And now being worshipped by the hot, young pornstar, Otunga is ready for so much more. As Mustang licks his pecs, lapping his tongue around him, shivers jolt up Otunga's back. He when sucks on them, hard, squeezing them in his lips, Otunga writhes. He strokes his own cock, realizing he couldn't be more erect from this foreplay, his desire building.
Mustang moves on from his chest, feeling down to his stomach, loving the way it isn't packed solid with muscle, still has a slight give to it. He traces the line of Otunga's hips with his fingers and tongue, that v shape leading to his groin, the crease of his thighs, those thighs, so thick and powerful. Mustang is tempting to take Otunga's beautiful cock in his mouth, but the wrestler turns around to show off his back. Mustang places his hands on his shoulders going down to the small of his back that sends more shivers up and down Otunga's spine. The pornstar resumes down to the swell of Otunga's ass. Firm and thick and fucking perfect, and something that he desires to fuck. He squishes Otunga's cheeks in his hands and gently pulls them apart, expecting some pushback, but Otunga shows no hesitation. And then there it is that hole.
"Fuck..." Mustang stares at it in awe for a moment.
Mustang massages the ring of muscle and then traces circles with his tongue. Otunga shudders as Mustang's tongue flicks at the edge of his entrance. Then Mustang pulls back to spit on Otunga's entrance, Otunga moans, ready for what's next. Mustang pushes back in, probing at it with his tongue some more and then eventually sliding in the wrestler, fucking him with his tongue, loving the moans and groans falling from Otunga's lips at the tiny actions.
"Oh yeah, mmm," Otunga licks his lips. "More... yeah... get in there..."
Mustang massages the ring of muscle and then traces circles with his tongue. Otunga shudders as Mustang's tongue flicks at the edge of his entrance. Then Mustang pulls back to spit on Otunga's entrance, Otunga moans, ready for what's next. Mustang pushes back in, probing at it with his tongue some more and then eventually sliding in the wrestler, fucking him with his tongue, loving the moans and groans falling from Otunga's lips at the tiny actions.
"Oh yeah, mmm," Otunga licks his lips. "More... yeah... get in there..."
Mustang flattens his tongue out inside of him, causing Otunga to hiss at the action. Otunga is used to be worshipped, usually his muscles - biceps, chest, shoulders - occasionally a guy would like his ass, but they were all more drawn to sucking his dick than exploring his rear. But Mustang, he seems to be cherishing it. And then Otunga's back straightens as the pornstar withdraws his tongue and shoves it back up, repeating the action several times as the athlete pants in pleasure.
"Yeah, that's it fuck me..." Otunga moans. "Fuck me, yeah..."
Mustang knows Otunga is referring to his tongue, but hearing the bodybuilder beg to be fucked is just too much for him, so he stands back up ready to do just that.
Mustang pushes him into the wall a little harder than he intended, but he doesn't hear a complaint from Otunga. He yanks his own shorts down and spits on his hands He strokes the saliva on his cock, that should be enough lube, and stuffs his dick between Otunga's oil coated cheeks, ready to fulfill the craving he's had since he laid eyes on the wrestler.
"Ahhhh..." Otunga moans out, slightly surprised by Mustang's aggression.
"Shut up and take my cock, Nigga," Mustang says, pushing his head in.
A burning flashes through Otunga, but he easily adjusts to Mustang's huge dick, which is a good thing since Mustang shows no signs of breaking him in. He begins pumping his dick deep into the wrestler's bubbly ass, fast, direct strokes.
"Take that dick," Mustang says, pressing Otunga's head against the wall, surprised he's not pushing back more.
But why would Otunga push back? Mustang is hitting him right, and he's hot as fuck. As much as he liked being worshipped and having any guy he wanted bow down to him, Otunga couldn't resist the desire to be dominated. Of course, he wouldn't submit to just anybody, but the moment he saw Mustang in the ring and recognized him, the thought of being fucked by him ran through Otunga's mind. And now that it's happening, all Otunga can do is smile.
"Yeah, you like that dick don't you?" Mustang comments.
The pornstar grunts, feeling Otunga's walls tighten around his shaft. He didn't just like that dick, he didn't want to let it go. Mustang preferred topping and could last much longer this way, that is if he had a bottom that could go the distance. He finds himself surprised that Otunga fits the bill. He smacks the athlete's bubbly ass and then leans into him, their bodies pressed together. And then he grinds his dick into him.
"Ahhh, fuck," Otunga gasps, liking what Mustang is doing.
Mustang keeps going, slow, but thorough. He can feel Otunga twitch and shake, which only encourages him to go harder. He kisses the back of the wrestler's neck as he grinds faster, making Otunga moan continuously.
"Fuckkkkk..."
Mustang pushes back out, rubbing Otunga's back as he resumes his thrusting. The wrestler looks over his shoulder and locks eyes with Mustang - still has plenty of energy for him. Truth be told, Mustang starts to tire -- between the match and his excitement seeing Otunga in the locker room, the pornstar's energy isn't lasting as long as he's used to. He holds his dick in Otunga as he adjusts his position, trying to find a second wind. Otunga uses this opening to arch his lower back, pushing his ass out, bending himself over as much as he can. Mustang gasps as the wrestler starts to fuck himself slowly on his cock. Otunga the submissive transforming into Otunga the power bottom, he couldn't help himself. Mustang's dick hits him right, making him crave it more and more.
"Alright," Mustang exhales, "You want it that bad do you?"
The pornstar grabs on to Otunga's hips and really pounds into his ass as Otunga stands bent over. His hips hitting Otunga's ass so hard and fast he wonders if there'll be bruises. He slaps the cheeks as he pounds, impressed with how much Otunga can take.
"Ahh, shit," Mustang sighs. "Damn nigga, you love that dick don't ya?"
But Otunga doesn't answer, Mustang's too much of a goddamn machine when he’s fucking pounding the bigger man in oblivion. All the while Otunga is just as much in the zone, enjoying the feeling of Mustang in him, his toes curling in excitement. It's hard to tell who is craving who more.
"Shit..."
And soon Mustang's energy is drained again. The pornstar slows his fucking until he resigns and pulls out. He wipes the sweat from his brow as Otunga turns to face him.
"Fuck, you feel good in me," Otunga says, meaning every word.
But Mustang is too mesmerized by the wrestler's dick, still fully erect. Otunga catches him staring and shakes his body, waving his cock, "You want this?"
Mustang drops to his knees, no need to waste a second answering the question. He takes the dick in his hand, stroking it, feeling its warmth. And then he exhales deep and hot down Otunga's dick, their eyes focusing on each other's as he licks the underside of the tip. "Having fun?"
Otunga nods.
From the base to the tip, Mustang licks Otunga's full length, sensing the excitement in Otunga swelling. The pornstar takes the throbbing cock in his mouth and begins to suck softly at first, swirling his tongue around the tip and into the slit. He then gobbles all of Otunga's length, turning his head as he goes down. The wrestler squeezes Mustang's shoulders the further he goes down, fighting the urge to twitch. Mustang slurps the dick out of his mouth, teasing Otunga by pressing the head up to his lips. He grins before sucking it back into his mouth, taking more and more as Otunga holds his breath.
"Oh god Mustang!" Otunga whispers in disbelief, his body shivering uncontrollably at this point
He rests his hands on Mustang's head, holding him there. The pornstar deep throats him, moving faster down, bobbing back, bobbing down, slowly back. Otunga watches in awe, and then begins pumping his hips, fucking Mustang's face as the pornstar grabs his hips, holding him back against the wall. But Otunga's lost in the moment and doesn't stop, he could cum right then and there, but then he leans forward and catches a glimpse of Mustang's ass. He jerks his cock out of the pornstar's mouth, a string of drool snaps back into Mustang's face, but he doesn't seem to mind -- as he knows exactly what Otunga's thinking.
Mustang moves first, climbing on to the bench, lying on his back. Otunga positions his tip just at the pornstar's entrance and pushes in slowly. He gets about half way in before he stops suddenly, just holding it there, letting Mustang adjust. Despite being fucked plenty of times, Mustang is tight, which is part of his appeal to Otunga. He hears a small whimper escape the pornstar's mouth and proceeds the rest of the way in, pausing again to give a low guttural groan, before pulling out almost all the way and slamming back in again. The next time he pulls out, he attempts to set a good, gradual rhythm.
"Oh shit..." Mustang whines, "Ohhh..."
Mustang's breath comes out in huffs and gasps as the air slams out of him with each thrust. The slow rhythm gets him adjusted, but he wants more and begins wiggling his hips attempting to fasten the pace.
"Yeah, come on fuck me hard," he orders.
Otunga takes a hold of Mustang's hips, keeping them steady as he increases his pace. Long, deep strokes coming at a frenzy. It's everything that Mustang asked for and more. Loud whimpers echo off the walls as the need for the other is being fulfilled. But it's overwhelming to the pornstar, who cries out:
"Ohhh, shit..."He can't back down now, not after demanding for it. He holds hands with Otunga, staring at the athlete's bulging chest, watching the sweat drip off of him on to himself. There's an intensity in Otunga's eyes, but also some concern in pleasuring Mustang as best he can. Mustang tries rocking his body with Otunga's to ease the pounding, but that only makes his dick go deeper.
"Ahhh fuck, Nigga..."
Otunga releases his hands from Mustang's, and presses down on the bottom's chest, gently rubbing it as he continues to pound at him. He likes seeing Mustang this way, vulnerable and crying out. It's what he liked about being a dom, witnessing what his power could do to other men, crying, begging, thirsting for more. He nails him at a faster pace, showing his sexual appetite, holding his breath as he drills his cock in, making Mustang's body shake with each penetration.
"Oh shit, bro! Fuck," Mustang whines.
With tears forming in his eyes, Mustang closes them. His right hand squeezing the tip of his cock, not wanting to tap out just yet.
Otunga leans in, feeling Mustang's left hand pressing on his ass. He likes how Mustang touches him, a mixture of being timid and full on desire. The pulling whimpers and moans from the bottom drown out any moan escaping Otunga's own mouth as he continues thrusting into him at different angles, trying to find that one spot that would make Mustang see stars every time he hit it.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck!" Mustang cries while Otunga thrusts into him with bliss.
Otunga assumes that's the spot and keeps going. Another scream tears through Mustang's throat as white flashes before his eyes.
"Fuck, right there! Hit it again! Please again, again!" Mustang confirms Otunga's thoughts.
Mustang hears Otunga grunt in lustful bliss as he grinds back into that sweet spot with full force. He wonders how long he would last if the athlete keeps it up. And then he feels Otunga grab his member with his right hand, pumping along with his thrusts.
"Yeah, that's it take it, Mustang," Otunga could tell the pornstar is close, as he himself is also close thanks to the feeling of Mustang's muscles clenching around his member. "Cum for me baby."
"FUCK NIGGA!" Mustang screams in pure pleasurable bliss as his spot is hit one last time.
He clenches his ass cheeks around the still thrusting member, egging the athlete closer to the edge. With one last little thrust, Otunga groans, and Mustang can feel him unload his seed deep into him. The wrestler moans louder now, the first time the pornstar hears him like this as a top. He pants, and takes Mustang's hand to his chest, letting him feel his beating heart. And he finally releases his hips once he is milked for everything he is worth.
"Fffffffuck..." the wrestler sighs with total satisfaction.
He falls on top of Mustang kissing his neck as he catches his breath, while a small sigh leaves Mustang, the sensation of being filled washing over him. Being the attentive partner that he is, Otunga reaches down to Mustang's cock, stroking it with his hand. He traces the thick vein on the underside up to the tip, sloppy, wet kisses back down to his balls. He sucks them into his mouth, slick and shiny with saliva when he releases them. He then sucks on it, going all the way down in one swift movement.
"Ahhhh," Mustang shakes feeling Otunga's warm breath on him.
Otunga keeps going, working his tongue on the base of his shaft and sliding up and down. He feels Mustang tense up, knowing he must be close. He starts to suck on just the head and Mustang whelps out, gently pushing Otunga off of him. The pornstar gives his member a powerful yank and then stuffs it back in Otunga's mouth. Cum shoots out instantly, spilling out of Otunga's lips on to his goatee. The wrestler does his best to swallow as much of it as possible, which turns Mustang on. He wipes his head across Otunga's lips and then sits back up.
"Yeah, that's it fuck me..." Otunga moans. "Fuck me, yeah..."
Mustang knows Otunga is referring to his tongue, but hearing the bodybuilder beg to be fucked is just too much for him, so he stands back up ready to do just that.
"Ahhhh..." Otunga moans out, slightly surprised by Mustang's aggression.
"Shut up and take my cock, Nigga," Mustang says, pushing his head in.
A burning flashes through Otunga, but he easily adjusts to Mustang's huge dick, which is a good thing since Mustang shows no signs of breaking him in. He begins pumping his dick deep into the wrestler's bubbly ass, fast, direct strokes.
"Take that dick," Mustang says, pressing Otunga's head against the wall, surprised he's not pushing back more.
But why would Otunga push back? Mustang is hitting him right, and he's hot as fuck. As much as he liked being worshipped and having any guy he wanted bow down to him, Otunga couldn't resist the desire to be dominated. Of course, he wouldn't submit to just anybody, but the moment he saw Mustang in the ring and recognized him, the thought of being fucked by him ran through Otunga's mind. And now that it's happening, all Otunga can do is smile.
"Yeah, you like that dick don't you?" Mustang comments.
The pornstar grunts, feeling Otunga's walls tighten around his shaft. He didn't just like that dick, he didn't want to let it go. Mustang preferred topping and could last much longer this way, that is if he had a bottom that could go the distance. He finds himself surprised that Otunga fits the bill. He smacks the athlete's bubbly ass and then leans into him, their bodies pressed together. And then he grinds his dick into him.
"Ahhh, fuck," Otunga gasps, liking what Mustang is doing.
Mustang keeps going, slow, but thorough. He can feel Otunga twitch and shake, which only encourages him to go harder. He kisses the back of the wrestler's neck as he grinds faster, making Otunga moan continuously.
"Fuckkkkk..."
Mustang pushes back out, rubbing Otunga's back as he resumes his thrusting. The wrestler looks over his shoulder and locks eyes with Mustang - still has plenty of energy for him. Truth be told, Mustang starts to tire -- between the match and his excitement seeing Otunga in the locker room, the pornstar's energy isn't lasting as long as he's used to. He holds his dick in Otunga as he adjusts his position, trying to find a second wind. Otunga uses this opening to arch his lower back, pushing his ass out, bending himself over as much as he can. Mustang gasps as the wrestler starts to fuck himself slowly on his cock. Otunga the submissive transforming into Otunga the power bottom, he couldn't help himself. Mustang's dick hits him right, making him crave it more and more.
"Alright," Mustang exhales, "You want it that bad do you?"
The pornstar grabs on to Otunga's hips and really pounds into his ass as Otunga stands bent over. His hips hitting Otunga's ass so hard and fast he wonders if there'll be bruises. He slaps the cheeks as he pounds, impressed with how much Otunga can take.
"Ahh, shit," Mustang sighs. "Damn nigga, you love that dick don't ya?"
But Otunga doesn't answer, Mustang's too much of a goddamn machine when he’s fucking pounding the bigger man in oblivion. All the while Otunga is just as much in the zone, enjoying the feeling of Mustang in him, his toes curling in excitement. It's hard to tell who is craving who more.
"Shit..."
And soon Mustang's energy is drained again. The pornstar slows his fucking until he resigns and pulls out. He wipes the sweat from his brow as Otunga turns to face him.
"Fuck, you feel good in me," Otunga says, meaning every word.
But Mustang is too mesmerized by the wrestler's dick, still fully erect. Otunga catches him staring and shakes his body, waving his cock, "You want this?"
Mustang drops to his knees, no need to waste a second answering the question. He takes the dick in his hand, stroking it, feeling its warmth. And then he exhales deep and hot down Otunga's dick, their eyes focusing on each other's as he licks the underside of the tip. "Having fun?"
Otunga nods.
From the base to the tip, Mustang licks Otunga's full length, sensing the excitement in Otunga swelling. The pornstar takes the throbbing cock in his mouth and begins to suck softly at first, swirling his tongue around the tip and into the slit. He then gobbles all of Otunga's length, turning his head as he goes down. The wrestler squeezes Mustang's shoulders the further he goes down, fighting the urge to twitch. Mustang slurps the dick out of his mouth, teasing Otunga by pressing the head up to his lips. He grins before sucking it back into his mouth, taking more and more as Otunga holds his breath.
"Oh god Mustang!" Otunga whispers in disbelief, his body shivering uncontrollably at this point
He rests his hands on Mustang's head, holding him there. The pornstar deep throats him, moving faster down, bobbing back, bobbing down, slowly back. Otunga watches in awe, and then begins pumping his hips, fucking Mustang's face as the pornstar grabs his hips, holding him back against the wall. But Otunga's lost in the moment and doesn't stop, he could cum right then and there, but then he leans forward and catches a glimpse of Mustang's ass. He jerks his cock out of the pornstar's mouth, a string of drool snaps back into Mustang's face, but he doesn't seem to mind -- as he knows exactly what Otunga's thinking.
"Oh shit..." Mustang whines, "Ohhh..."
Mustang's breath comes out in huffs and gasps as the air slams out of him with each thrust. The slow rhythm gets him adjusted, but he wants more and begins wiggling his hips attempting to fasten the pace.
"Yeah, come on fuck me hard," he orders.
Otunga takes a hold of Mustang's hips, keeping them steady as he increases his pace. Long, deep strokes coming at a frenzy. It's everything that Mustang asked for and more. Loud whimpers echo off the walls as the need for the other is being fulfilled. But it's overwhelming to the pornstar, who cries out:
"Ohhh, shit..."He can't back down now, not after demanding for it. He holds hands with Otunga, staring at the athlete's bulging chest, watching the sweat drip off of him on to himself. There's an intensity in Otunga's eyes, but also some concern in pleasuring Mustang as best he can. Mustang tries rocking his body with Otunga's to ease the pounding, but that only makes his dick go deeper.
"Ahhh fuck, Nigga..."
Otunga releases his hands from Mustang's, and presses down on the bottom's chest, gently rubbing it as he continues to pound at him. He likes seeing Mustang this way, vulnerable and crying out. It's what he liked about being a dom, witnessing what his power could do to other men, crying, begging, thirsting for more. He nails him at a faster pace, showing his sexual appetite, holding his breath as he drills his cock in, making Mustang's body shake with each penetration.
"Oh shit, bro! Fuck," Mustang whines.
With tears forming in his eyes, Mustang closes them. His right hand squeezing the tip of his cock, not wanting to tap out just yet.
Otunga leans in, feeling Mustang's left hand pressing on his ass. He likes how Mustang touches him, a mixture of being timid and full on desire. The pulling whimpers and moans from the bottom drown out any moan escaping Otunga's own mouth as he continues thrusting into him at different angles, trying to find that one spot that would make Mustang see stars every time he hit it.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck!" Mustang cries while Otunga thrusts into him with bliss.
Otunga assumes that's the spot and keeps going. Another scream tears through Mustang's throat as white flashes before his eyes.
"Fuck, right there! Hit it again! Please again, again!" Mustang confirms Otunga's thoughts.
Mustang hears Otunga grunt in lustful bliss as he grinds back into that sweet spot with full force. He wonders how long he would last if the athlete keeps it up. And then he feels Otunga grab his member with his right hand, pumping along with his thrusts.
"Yeah, that's it take it, Mustang," Otunga could tell the pornstar is close, as he himself is also close thanks to the feeling of Mustang's muscles clenching around his member. "Cum for me baby."
"FUCK NIGGA!" Mustang screams in pure pleasurable bliss as his spot is hit one last time.
He clenches his ass cheeks around the still thrusting member, egging the athlete closer to the edge. With one last little thrust, Otunga groans, and Mustang can feel him unload his seed deep into him. The wrestler moans louder now, the first time the pornstar hears him like this as a top. He pants, and takes Mustang's hand to his chest, letting him feel his beating heart. And he finally releases his hips once he is milked for everything he is worth.
"Fffffffuck..." the wrestler sighs with total satisfaction.
He falls on top of Mustang kissing his neck as he catches his breath, while a small sigh leaves Mustang, the sensation of being filled washing over him. Being the attentive partner that he is, Otunga reaches down to Mustang's cock, stroking it with his hand. He traces the thick vein on the underside up to the tip, sloppy, wet kisses back down to his balls. He sucks them into his mouth, slick and shiny with saliva when he releases them. He then sucks on it, going all the way down in one swift movement.
"Ahhhh," Mustang shakes feeling Otunga's warm breath on him.
Otunga keeps going, working his tongue on the base of his shaft and sliding up and down. He feels Mustang tense up, knowing he must be close. He starts to suck on just the head and Mustang whelps out, gently pushing Otunga off of him. The pornstar gives his member a powerful yank and then stuffs it back in Otunga's mouth. Cum shoots out instantly, spilling out of Otunga's lips on to his goatee. The wrestler does his best to swallow as much of it as possible, which turns Mustang on. He wipes his head across Otunga's lips and then sits back up.
"Fuck man, you're just... wow," Mustang says.
"You weren't too bad yourself there," Otunga says brushing his hands down Mustang's sweaty chest.
The compliment is a nice boost to Mustang. Now that they've had their way with each other the pornstar is only now processing what happened -- a dream come true. But why wake up?
"You wanna see how I am in the shower?" Mustang asks as he rises from the bench.
The pornstar puts his hand on Otunga's ass, rubbing it softly. He can see Otunga's dick start to get hard again -- and if that wasn't answer enough the wrestler grins at him, clearly reading his mind. And so they go to the showers, not ready to give each other up.
"You weren't too bad yourself there," Otunga says brushing his hands down Mustang's sweaty chest.
The compliment is a nice boost to Mustang. Now that they've had their way with each other the pornstar is only now processing what happened -- a dream come true. But why wake up?
"You wanna see how I am in the shower?" Mustang asks as he rises from the bench.
The pornstar puts his hand on Otunga's ass, rubbing it softly. He can see Otunga's dick start to get hard again -- and if that wasn't answer enough the wrestler grins at him, clearly reading his mind. And so they go to the showers, not ready to give each other up.
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