Paul Wagner vs. Jake Tucker (Channing Lorenzo)

Wagner is a long time pornstar who started way back when at Sean Cody and has had a prolific career at major studios since then. As of late the still active pornstar has been topping dudes in POV videos. While the 5'11, 200 lb hunk recently showed his still meaty body in a couple of recent videos, proving to everyone he still very much has got "it," he hasn't bottomed on camera (like he did earlier in his career.) Coming in at 199 lbs, Tucker is a young fit indy wrestler who has made a couple appearances jobbing on AEW with his mother loving gimmick. Win or lose, it's clear that Tucker's ripped body and tight ass aren't catching just the mothers' attention... 

In the locker room, Wagner waits for his opponent to go over the match, frustrated that he got there early and now the match is almost set to begin. Tucker arrives late and unapologetic, ignoring Wagner.
"You're late," the pornstar says, refusing to be ignored.
Tucker takes off his cheetah shirt revealing his ripped young body, "Yeah, yeah, I'm here now, aren't I?"
Wagner sees the Mother Lover written on the back of Tucker's tights and grumbles under his breath, "Mother lover, more like motherfucker."
Tucker still hears Wagner's comment and tilts his heart-shaped sunglasses down, "Actually I'm more of a daddy lover."
Wagner tilts his head, did he hear him correctly? Tucker continues, "I get the mothers to love me so I can get some real loving from the daddy. Fuck with them real good."
Tucker pokes his index finger on Wagner's chest and feels down the pornstar's body, "You're quite the daddy, aren't you?"
Tucker takes his index finger to his mouth and sucks on it, tasting the bit of Wagner on the tip. Wagner shakes his head, as impressed as he is with Tucker's physique the attitude isn't worth it. "You couldn't handle all this," Wagner says.
Tucker laughs, "Please, you're far from my first daddy."
"Yeah, well we'll see how you do in the ring then, Son," Wagner says as he walks out to the arena.
Wagner climbs into the ring, wondering what he got himself into. Then the music kicks in and Tucker comes strutting out with a rose in his mouth. He gets into the ring and hands the rose to Wagner as he takes off his vest. Wagner tosses the rose to the corner, he's got to admit Tucker has a nice body, especially that ass squeezed in those bright blue tights.
The bell rings and the two square off, circling around until they lunge in at the same time, locking up. It's a back and forth battle until Wagner gets the upper hand, pushing Tucker into the corner. Holding on to the ropes, the wrestler forces him to break his hold, but taking a step back Wagner comes back with a big back hand across the younger man's chest.
"How do you love that?" Wagner taunts, before smacking him again.
Tucker stumbles out of the corner, holding on to the tope rope, already having the wind taken out of him. The pornstar grabs him and whips him across the ring, and when he comes back Wagner gets him with a hip toss. Tucker scrambles back up, but Wagner hits him with another hip toss. Then another one, holding him down in an arm lock. Tucker rolls around, getting free from Wagner, but the pornstar stays on him. Wagner knows Tucker is a feisty one and needs to be on a short leash. He grabs Tucker by his hair, but the wrestler elbows him and then hits a neckbreaker, freeing himself from Wagner.
Wagner falls back into the corner, his back slumped against the turnbuckles. Tucker charges at him and hits a bodysplash, smooshing him in the corner, then holding on to his head and hits a bulldog. Wagner flops on his stomach and quickly rolls away, trying to crawl to the ropes, but Tucker wants him to know he means business. As Wagner's head hangs over the middle rope, Tucker yanks it up, choking him with it until the ref pushes him back.
Tucker waits for Wagner get back to his feet then grabs him by the wrist and twists his arm. He holds it over his shoulder and yanks it down, making the pornstar scream. He does it again, throwing his whole body into it, and taunts, "How do you like that?"
He holds Wagner's arm over his shoulder and gyrates his hips, getting a little too close to the pornstar, brushing his ass against Wagner's groin. The pornstar finds just the quick touch gets him hard, even while his arm is being pulled by Tucker. He then shoves Tucker away, into the ropes, the wrestler rebounds back and connects with a crossbody. He stays on top of Wagner for the pin - one, two -- the pornstar punches out.
Tucker takes his time getting up, but he's on his feet before Wagner is even on his knees. The wrestler pulls him up and hits a vertical sulpex. The pornstar crawls back to the corner, trying to orient himself, but once he's up Tucker comes at him with some shoulder blocks to the gut. He then steps back and swivels his hips again, showing off his body before going in for a spear. But Wagner side steps out of the corner and Tucker eats turnbuckle. Wagner then grabs him by the thigh and rolls him up on his shoulders for the pin. One. Two. Three. The pornstar shoves Tucker away and raises his hands having won the surprise victory. The wrestler looks around in complete disbelief -- how the fuck did he lose?

Wagner changes in the locker room, happy that he put the young wrestler in his place. But the air in the room shifts as Tucker explodes in demanding some sort of explanation from Wagner. "I was supposed to win that match," Tucker cries.
"I thought you could handle all this," Wagner smirks.
Tucker chokes, "I'm not talking about fucking, I'm talking about what happened back in the ring."
"I see no difference," Wagner says as he gathers his things.
"I'll show you the difference. Tonight, back at the hotel."
Wagner tilts his head, intrigued. Seeing Tucker gyrate in the ring did turn him on, and he admires the young studs determination, but was this an invitation or a threat? Wagner is game for either: "Alright then."
Back at the hotel, Wagner approaches Tucker's room, still in slight disbelief that he's actually going to go through with this. He's fucked with plenty of young studs, thinking they're the shit and talking up how much they want a daddy, but there was something different with Tucker saying it. He knocks on the door and is surprised when Tucker opens up wearing a cheetah print robe with the lights off, only candles lighting the room.
"Welcome," he says, handing Wagner a rose.
Wagner steps into the room noticing a trail of rose petals going to the bed and soft R&B music playing -- a setup more for a marriage proposal than the hookup Wagner was expecting. "Uh..."
"I told you, I love me some daddies..." Tucker says as he helps Wagner take off his tanktop. "And what's wrong with showing some of that love?"
The wrestler presses his lips against Wagner's, he pulled out all the stops tonight and has every intention to make this a night that Wagner never forgets. Feeling the young stud's lips kiss his, go down his neck, trying to connect to his body as much as possible, Wagner can't help but get turned on. His dick grows harder and he decides to free it from the constraint of his jeans. 
"Whoa Daddy," Tucker exclaims at the penis. "Somebody's excited."
Wagner pushes Tucker against the wall, kissing him hard, tongue down the throat. The wrestler is used to this reaction from the daddies he's been with, hungry for some young buck, but it comes to a surprise to him when it's the veteran pornstar Wagner doing it.
"Yeah, you want this don't you?" Tucker holds open his robe showing off his chiseled abs that he was keen to highlight during their match as well as his long, uncut cock.
Wagner helps disrobe him and then pushes the wrestler down on to his knees, waving his cock in his face. "Suck it."
Tucker is used to the daddies wanting his young dick in their mouths, so Wagner taking the lead and having Tucker blow him is a change of pace. Wagner grits his teeth as he gets hard from his tongue, gently lapping and teasing his cock. Then Tucker's lips wrap around him entirely. He sucks on the head gently before taking it in until Wagner's knob swells against the back of his mouth. He slowly slurps the dick out, dragging it out as long as possible and looks up at Wagner with eyes eager to please. Wagner lets out a sigh, nodding with approval. Tucker proceeds, licking his balls before inhaling the dick again. He did want to please Wagner, well, he always aimed to please the daddies he's fucked with, but he especially wanted to please a man with a resume like Wagner's. Proof that he really has "it" when it comes to giving the daddies what the want. He slides the dick back out, tapping it against his mouth before the pornstar pushes his dick back between his lips, fucking his head.

"Ahhh..." Wagner moans out, grabbing Tucker's head as he skull fucks him.
The wrestler makes noises like he's on the verge of choking, but defiantly refuses to spit the cock out. He keeps going, even as Wagner loosens the grip on his head, his face turning red, his desire to surprise and please Wagner.
"Fuck yeah..." Wagner pinches his nipple, "Yeah, suck my cock just like that..."
Tucker closes his eyes as he squeezes the dick in his mouth. His tongue laps up underneath the base, allowing him to taste some of the precum dripping from his head. He twists his head halfway down and then twists it back on the way out, the timing just right, making Wagner curl his toes. Wagner doesn't know how old Tucker is, he seems like just a kid, but he sure as hell knows what he's doing.

When Tucker opens his eyes again he can see the anticipation building in Wagner. He spits out the dick, jerking it with his hand, feeling confident with the direction that evening is going in.
"Get on the bed."

Any hesitation or doubt Wagner had in him about what this encounter would entail when he stepped into the room is now far gone. The pornstar is only focused on the young piece of meat in front of him, eager to fuck him. He's used to younger guys feeling like they need to prove their experience or skill with him, almost as if they are insecure with their age, but when it came to bottoming their inexperience revealed itself like a peacock fanning out its feathers. No matter how loose Wagner got them beforehand, they'd beg him to stop, crying out forgetting the front that had put on moments ago. And seeing Tucker on the bed on all fours with his gorgeous ass protruding out for him, Wagner can only hope that the wrestler is the real deal. 
He slaps the cheeks with his hands, holding on to the flesh, giving it a rough squeeze. He then spreads them apart and watches Tucker's hole puckers, opening and closing. Wagner sticks out his tongue circles around it getting closer and closer until his tongue slips in. Tucker gasps, but Wagner keeps going, flicking again at the rim before sliding back inside him.

"Ohhhhh Daddy..." the wrestler moans out far louder than either of them were expecting.
Wagner keeps licking inside him, unable to stop smiling. He's been called a daddy here and there, almost as a joke, but he's not even forty years old and Tucker is what 25? -- but hearing Tucker use that word to describe him over and over again is, well, actually a little empowering. He slides his tongue around the hole some more and then licks up his crack. He kisses back down the ass cheeks as he presses his thumb against the hole.
"You gonna fuck me?" Tucker asks.

"Wouldn't you like that?" Wagner says, spitting on Tucker's hole.
He leans back in, his facial hair grazing against Tucker's skin. As much as the wrestler loved having his ass eaten out, he's growing impatient. He takes things into his own hands, deciding, "Come, let me sit on Daddy's lap."
Tucker shifts position, waiting for the pornstar to join him on the bed. Wagner sighs and sits on the edge of bed, letting Tucker take his position. Facing Wagner, the wrestler squats down feeling his dick pierce up in him.
"Oh God..." 

Tucker sits impaled on his lap, breathing heavily. His hole is tighter than usual as the older men he's gone after recently have all wanted to be fucked. He exhales and wraps his arms around Wagner's neck, adjusting to him.
"You good?"
"Yeah," Tucker says trying to hide the pain.
Wagner's thick cock sinks even deeper into Tucker's body, and so the wrestler leans in for a kiss, trying to prevent any winces. He knows his embarrassment isn't helping the situation especially after talking up such a big game, but it's all too late to take anything back now. He then opens his eyes and looks into Wagner's which calms him.
Wagner uses his grip on Tucker's thighs to start lifting him off his lap and dropping him again. Tucker gasps as he collides again with his hips.
"Come on, ride Daddy," he says as he impales Tucker with his cock again.
Tucker closes his eyes, but Wagner only bounces him harder, almost like he's enjoying this punishment. Only it's far too pleasurable and Tucker can't manage to keep his eyes closed for long, not with Wagner right there.
"That's it, do you need me to be more gentle?" Wagner whispers before nipping at Tucker's earlobe.
Tucker wants to slap Wagner for saying that, acting like he's some young virgin. He resists being that abrasive and instead pushes him on his back and presses down on his chest as he rides the cock on his own pace. Wagner smiles, happy to see this side of Tucker, living up to the words he spoke in the locker room.
"Fuck yeah," Tucker moans, enjoying himself.
Tucker's cock is hard, slapping between his own abs and Wagner's stomach - which the pornstar takes notice of: "Look at how hard you are," he whispers. "Such a good boy getting so deliciously big and hard for Daddy…"
"I aim to satisfy," Tucker says, gaining his confidence.
He holds on to Wagner's hands using them as support as he bounces harder on the cock. He twists his body just a bit, which makes Wagner's eyes widen.
"Fuckkk..."
Tucker keeps riding him, panting with excitement. Wagner breathes heavier too, getting more and more turned on by the power bottom that Tucker has revealed himself to be. The wrestler feels himself up, this is how he pictured the night going, and hopes that their rocky start is forgotten.
"Uhhh uhhhh uhhh..." Wagner's groans get louder.
Tucker keeps Wagner buried deep in him and rocks his body back and forth, clenching Wagner's cock tight in his grip. Now Wagner's the one closing his eyes, the sensation overwhelming him. He could fuck the wrestler like this all night, that tight, round ass, the chiseled body, and that cocky smile. 
"Look at how hard I still am," Tucker says slapping his dick on Wagner's stomach.

Wagner opens his eyes and grabs his cock, stroking it slowly, just as impressed with the length and girth as how long it's been hard. "Come on Son, let's see what you've got."

Tucker crawls off Wagner's dick, giving him a wet, passionate kiss before sliding back off the bed. He stands at the edge, dick erect, unable to contain his joy at getting the chance to fuck Wagner. The pornstar has been topping as of late and so it feels extra special that he'd let Tucker at his hole. He holds Wagner's legs apart, resting them on his shoulders and presses into him.
"Ahhh," Wagner moans, tilting his head back looking at the ceiling. He looks back at Tucker and nods for him to proceed.
Tucker presses deeper and harder into his sensitive spot. He quickly picks up the pace and force, making Wagner really feel every thrust into him. He goes hard on Wagner, pounding his flesh, shaking the entire bed. It's typical of young guys who tried to fuck Wagner, coming out of the gate full force and then not able to keep this pace long. Still Tucker keeps nailing him without showing any exhaust. In fact, he holds his hands on to the back of his head, flexing his body as he goes. Wagner can't help but admire every inch of him, the ripped body, those tight abs, that smooth skin.
"Yeah, fuck me, right there," Wagner whispers under his breath.
Anytime a partner starts to worship his body it makes Tucker feel invincible. He eventually slows down, holding his dick in Wagner coming to a complete stop. Wagner wonders if there's a problem -- is Tucker going to cum already? This is why he didn't let younger guys top him that much, it was always over before it started. But Tucker flashes a mischievous grin which suggests something else.
"Don't stop," Wagner finally says.
Tucker nods and then begins gyrating his hips, like he did during their match.
"Ahhh," Wagner cries out as his tender nerves are speared.
Each grind makes him cry out, which only lights up Tucker even more. Wagner's length is standing fully stiff on his lap, the rhythm of Tucker's motions building in Wagner. He actually can't believe what the young hunk is doing to him. His hips are relentless, and Wagner's hard cock rubbing against his abdomen with each thrust, is becoming too much to take. He bites his lips trying to muffle himself, as Tucker tilts his head back, enjoying listening to all the noises Wagner is making.
"You like that?" Tucker says more as a statement than a question.
Tucker doesn't wait for an answer and leans down on to the older man, biting deep into his shoulder. He slides up on bed next to him, spooning him. With their bodies pressed together, he lifts Wagner's right leg up to get his dick back into his hole.
"Ohhh..." Wagner moans in reaction to the warmth re-entering him.
Tucker starts to thrust using long, slow movements. Wagner can't help but groan at the friction of him going in and out, how he missed being a bottom. Was it always this good? Or is Tucker really a master daddy lover?
"You like this pace?" Tucker asks.
"Fuck yeah," Wagner moans, slightly embarrassed to admit just how good Tucker is.
He tries to be quiet, but he can't with how Tucker pounds into him. He gasps aloud as he works his cock even deeper. Somehow. Wagner isn't sure that was impossible, but he somehow makes it happen.
"You feel good, Paul," he says, kissing Wagner's shoulder.
Hearing his name come out of Tucker's lips, and not Daddy, feels weird. But Wagner can't respond because he's far too consumed with the overwhelming sensation of Tucker fucking him. His breath becomes loud in Wagner's ear as he leans further over to rock harder into him. Wagner curses as it becomes all too intense again.
"Did I find that spot again?" he murmurs into Wagner's ear.
"N-n-Ah!" Wagner cries out as Tucker spears that spot with his cock almost as soon as he shifts.
Tucker's pace picks up even more so that he is slamming against that tender spot over and over. Wagner cries out embarrassingly loud, his head tilted back so he can breathe. Tucker rubs his hand across Wagner's furry chest, trying to calm him, trying to make him last."You gonna cum?" he asks.
"No, I'm gonna fuck you."
Tucker's eyes light up - pleased that Wagner will get the fully daddy lover experience tonight. The pornstar shifts in the bed, sitting up on his knees as he pulls Tucker up by the hips, getting him in the doggy position. And without any delay he pushes his cock inside Tucker's hole, grabs his hips and starts thrusting hard. Tucker can feel the rhythmic thrusts in his backside all the way up his spine and on his knees.
"That's it slam it into me," Tucker moans.
"God, you feel so good!" Wagner says pulling Tucker back into his hips with every jerk forward.
Wagner expected to have to show Tucker how to really fuck, but after what the wrestler did to him, Wagner just hopes he can deliver as well as he took. He shifts slightly and finds the right angle that gets Tucker moaning. Not that fake loud moaning that young pornstars think is sexy, no an intense "don't make this stop" moaning that is all too real.
"Oh my God," Tucker whelps after a particular good thrust. "Right there, right there..."
His body shakes, nearly falling over, but Wagner keeps him steady. He moves his hands from Tucker's hips to slide up his body to his chest. His fingers pinched and rubbed and flicked Tucker's nipples until they were throbbing from the stimulation. "How do you like that?" he breathed into Tucker's ear.
"Fuck me Daddy!" Tucker closes his eyes tight, pushing back into the dick.
"Oh yeah, fuck yeah," Wagner says as his hips give another thrust that takes his breath away. "Daddy's got you."
Hearing Wagner call himself a daddy sense a chill down Tucker's spine. And then he gasps as Wagner gently rubs Tucker's wet tip with his thumb while still rocking his hips up into the wrestler's backside over and over. "Cum for Daddy..."
Tucker curses again as his ass clenches around the dick. Wagner's other hand still torments his nipple as he fucks Tucker and fondled his aching cock with the other hand. Tucker notes to remember this position when he gets to top again, as sensation builds to a climax.
"Daddy!" Tucker cries out as he cums in Wagner's hand.
Wagner groans and jerks him a few times before grabbing Tucker's hips again and using his grip to fuck him harder and faster as his orgasm builds.

"UHHHHH" Wagner grunts, the loudest he's been all night.
He bursts inside the wrestler, holding his dick still as his load empties out. Tucker shudders as he feels Wagner cum inside him. Wagner pulls out and collapses on Tucker'a back, kissing his neck. Tucker rolls over and lays next to Wagner, holding his hand. 
"So how'd I do?"
"Just fine, son. Just fine."

If I could have one of these two hunks, I'd go for the older and more experienced Wagner who is still looking mighty fine in his age.