Caster and Bowens strut to the ring while Caster raps about them being the greatest tag team. He doesn't hold back, even calling out his crush MJF in his lyrics -- but then he sees the superstar at the announcers booth. MJF's head tilts, but he remains holding a poker face. Caster stutters the rest of his rap eyeing MJF as he leaves backstage.
As Caster and Bowens get settled in their corner, he tells Bowens he wants in first. He knows that since he caught MJF's attention that he has to be watching and he wants to impress him or at least make up for that rap. Ospina is in for the pornstars and as he turns to face Caster the bell rings to start the match.
"Come on..." Caster waves for Ospina to come at him, but the pornstar isn't going to fall for that trap.
They circle around and then Caster reaches his hand out to try and lock up with Ospina. Ospina grabs at it, but then Caster swings his boot up, but the pornstar catches it. He shoves Caster's leg back and then hits him with an uppercut, knocking him back to the ropes. He charges at Caster and hits him with a clothesline, knocking him over the ropes outside the ring.
"Fuck," Caster screams. If MJF is watching this match for Caster, he's tuned out by now, that's for sure.
Caster rolls back in the ring to Ospina stomping on him. He then tags in Montoya who springs off the top rope and hits Caster with a DDT. He slides on top of him for the pin, but Caster punches out quickly.
As Caster and Bowens get settled in their corner, he tells Bowens he wants in first. He knows that since he caught MJF's attention that he has to be watching and he wants to impress him or at least make up for that rap. Ospina is in for the pornstars and as he turns to face Caster the bell rings to start the match.
"Come on..." Caster waves for Ospina to come at him, but the pornstar isn't going to fall for that trap.
They circle around and then Caster reaches his hand out to try and lock up with Ospina. Ospina grabs at it, but then Caster swings his boot up, but the pornstar catches it. He shoves Caster's leg back and then hits him with an uppercut, knocking him back to the ropes. He charges at Caster and hits him with a clothesline, knocking him over the ropes outside the ring.
"Fuck," Caster screams. If MJF is watching this match for Caster, he's tuned out by now, that's for sure.
Caster rolls back in the ring to Ospina stomping on him. He then tags in Montoya who springs off the top rope and hits Caster with a DDT. He slides on top of him for the pin, but Caster punches out quickly.
Montoya grabs Caster in a headlock and goes to the corner to tag Ospina back in. Ospina hits Caster with a kick to the stomach and then a neckbreaker. Caster can't believe how humiliating this is, to be beaten up by a couple of jobbers.
"Come on Max," Bowens slams his fist on the turnbuckle, cheering him on with equal frustration.
Ospina grabs at Caster, but Caster pokes him in the eyes. It's a cheap shot, but he needs to turn things around. Ospina rubs his face and charges at him, but Caster lifts him up and hits an atomic drop on his knee. Caster then hurries to his corner to tag in Bowens, but Ospina chases after him. The tag is made, and Caster turns around and connects with a kick this time knocking the pornstar back. Bowens grabs Ospina, dropping him on his knee for a backbreaker. Ospina crawls to the corner, trying to catch a break, grimacing in pain.
"That's what I'm talking about," Bowens shouts, excited that The Acclaimed have taken over the match.
As Ospina pulls himself up, Bowens charges at the corner, but the Colombian rolls out at the last second, letting him eat turnbuckle. Perhaps he spoke to soon... Ospina comes running back with a back elbow and then grabs Bowens and whips him across to the opposite corner. Ospina then runs at him and connects with a spear, stuffing him in the corner. Bowens slumps down, and Ospina pulls down his trunks and gives him a stinkface. Bowens finally pushes him off and Ospina smirks pulling his trunks back up. Not one to be humiliated without a response, Bowens charges at him but Ospina ducks the attack and gets behind him and gets him in a waist lock. Bowens squirms, but Ospina squeezes his hold tighter, taking the air out of him. Bowens tries to remain calm, lifting an arm up to break the hold, but Ospina's hand slides down Bowens's chest to his trunks, under his waistband, looking to grab ahold of the 5-tool player's tool. Bowens elbows Ospina to break the hold before he can grab on to anything, and then runs to the ropes and comes back at him with a crossbody. But Ospina catches the athlete, squeezing his hand on that ass before he slams him down. As the Colombian gets back up, he stomps on the fallen Bowens before tagging in Montoya. Caster calls out for Bowens to get up, part of him relieved that he's not the only one getting beaten up by the pornstars, but part of him still embarrassed for getting beaten up by the pornstars.
"Come on Max," Bowens slams his fist on the turnbuckle, cheering him on with equal frustration.
Ospina grabs at Caster, but Caster pokes him in the eyes. It's a cheap shot, but he needs to turn things around. Ospina rubs his face and charges at him, but Caster lifts him up and hits an atomic drop on his knee. Caster then hurries to his corner to tag in Bowens, but Ospina chases after him. The tag is made, and Caster turns around and connects with a kick this time knocking the pornstar back. Bowens grabs Ospina, dropping him on his knee for a backbreaker. Ospina crawls to the corner, trying to catch a break, grimacing in pain.
"That's what I'm talking about," Bowens shouts, excited that The Acclaimed have taken over the match.
As Ospina pulls himself up, Bowens charges at the corner, but the Colombian rolls out at the last second, letting him eat turnbuckle. Perhaps he spoke to soon... Ospina comes running back with a back elbow and then grabs Bowens and whips him across to the opposite corner. Ospina then runs at him and connects with a spear, stuffing him in the corner. Bowens slumps down, and Ospina pulls down his trunks and gives him a stinkface. Bowens finally pushes him off and Ospina smirks pulling his trunks back up. Not one to be humiliated without a response, Bowens charges at him but Ospina ducks the attack and gets behind him and gets him in a waist lock. Bowens squirms, but Ospina squeezes his hold tighter, taking the air out of him. Bowens tries to remain calm, lifting an arm up to break the hold, but Ospina's hand slides down Bowens's chest to his trunks, under his waistband, looking to grab ahold of the 5-tool player's tool. Bowens elbows Ospina to break the hold before he can grab on to anything, and then runs to the ropes and comes back at him with a crossbody. But Ospina catches the athlete, squeezing his hand on that ass before he slams him down. As the Colombian gets back up, he stomps on the fallen Bowens before tagging in Montoya. Caster calls out for Bowens to get up, part of him relieved that he's not the only one getting beaten up by the pornstars, but part of him still embarrassed for getting beaten up by the pornstars.
Bowens is on his feet as Montoya approaches him. They exchange slaps across each other's chests, and then Montoya has enough and whips Bowens into the ropes. Bowens runs back at him, and hits a running knee strike, knocking him back. He then tags in Caster who marches over and picks Montoya up by his hair. He looks into the camera and winks (to MJF) and hits a snap suplex. He goes for the cover, but Montoya punches out after one.
Caster picks Montoya back up, but the pornstar fights back with a couple of blows to the head. Caster turns away to stop the attack and when he faces Montoya again, the pornstar bends down to scoop him up. But the wrestler hops over him and grabs him around his waist. Montoya runs backwards to the corner, and slams him against the turnbuckles, freeing him. He then tags in Ospina, who hits a series of kicks on the fallen superstar. He picks Caster back up and whips him into the ropes, Caster runs back and Ospina hits a belly to belly suplex. He then rolls up Caster for the pin. One. Two-- the rapper punches out in time.
Caster picks Montoya back up, but the pornstar fights back with a couple of blows to the head. Caster turns away to stop the attack and when he faces Montoya again, the pornstar bends down to scoop him up. But the wrestler hops over him and grabs him around his waist. Montoya runs backwards to the corner, and slams him against the turnbuckles, freeing him. He then tags in Ospina, who hits a series of kicks on the fallen superstar. He picks Caster back up and whips him into the ropes, Caster runs back and Ospina hits a belly to belly suplex. He then rolls up Caster for the pin. One. Two-- the rapper punches out in time.
Ospina is hopping on his feet, full of energy as Caster slowly sits up on one knee, still frustrated that he is on defense. Ospina hits a kick to the midsection followed by another to the head. He then grabs at Caster's hair to pull him up, but Caster hits a jawbreaker, knocking him back -- enough is enough! Ospina collects himself and charges at Caster, but Caster ducks the punch. Ospina bounces off the ropes and tries again, but Caster ducks again. The next time Ospina rebounds off the ropes he leaps up and hits a head scissors takedown. Caster scrambles up to his feet, still a bit dizzy, but Ospina is ready and hits a dropkick, sending him back down on the ring.
"Damn it!" Caster punches the ring in frustration, praying that MJF has better things to do than see him being abused -- unless that would turn him on?
Ospina then tags in Montoya who grabs Caster and puts him in an abdominal stretch. Caster moans out in pain as Montoya tugs on him. Bowens, refusing to see his partner like this, charges in and hits him with a forearm, breaking the hold before the ref pushes Bowens back to his corner. Montoya reaches for Caster, grabbing his waistband, but Caster keeps going, letting him tug them down, exposing his ass. He bounces back off the ropes and hits a flying forearm. He then leaps up and hits a leg drop. Standing back up, Caster looks to Bowens to tag him in, but Bowens shakes his head and yells, "Pull up your pants."
Caster shrugs and covers his ass again, then tags his partner in. Bowens grabs Montoya and scoops him up and slams him down hard, looking to get revenge for his partner's humiliation. Ospina calls for Montoya, encouraging him to keep up a fight. Bowens shakes his head, getting Montoya back up to his feet, but the pornstar surprises him with a strike to the head followed by a cutter. Bowens wobbles backwards and Montoya grabs his legs, pulling him down and rolling him up for the pin. One. Two. Bowens kicks out in time.
Montoya picks Bowens up to his feet and whips him into the ropes, the wrestler ducks a clothesline attempt, rebounds off the ropes and connects with a crossbody. Both men scramble up to their feet, but Bowens hits a series of powerful blows that knock Montoya down.
"Damn it!" Caster punches the ring in frustration, praying that MJF has better things to do than see him being abused -- unless that would turn him on?
Ospina then tags in Montoya who grabs Caster and puts him in an abdominal stretch. Caster moans out in pain as Montoya tugs on him. Bowens, refusing to see his partner like this, charges in and hits him with a forearm, breaking the hold before the ref pushes Bowens back to his corner. Montoya reaches for Caster, grabbing his waistband, but Caster keeps going, letting him tug them down, exposing his ass. He bounces back off the ropes and hits a flying forearm. He then leaps up and hits a leg drop. Standing back up, Caster looks to Bowens to tag him in, but Bowens shakes his head and yells, "Pull up your pants."
Caster shrugs and covers his ass again, then tags his partner in. Bowens grabs Montoya and scoops him up and slams him down hard, looking to get revenge for his partner's humiliation. Ospina calls for Montoya, encouraging him to keep up a fight. Bowens shakes his head, getting Montoya back up to his feet, but the pornstar surprises him with a strike to the head followed by a cutter. Bowens wobbles backwards and Montoya grabs his legs, pulling him down and rolling him up for the pin. One. Two. Bowens kicks out in time.
Montoya picks Bowens up to his feet and whips him into the ropes, the wrestler ducks a clothesline attempt, rebounds off the ropes and connects with a crossbody. Both men scramble up to their feet, but Bowens hits a series of powerful blows that knock Montoya down.
Bowens tags in Caster, who grabs Montoya by the legs while the pornstar holds on to the top rope. Bowens then comes running, leapfrogging over Caster's shoulders landing on Montoya's lowerback.
"Let's finish this up now," Bowens says.
Caster nods, more than ready to end this disastrous fight. Bowens runs over to Ospina in the corner, knocking him off the ring with a back elbow to prevent him from interfering. He returns to Montoya as Caster climbs up the turnbuckles in the corner. Bowens hits Montoya with a brainbuster, laying him out flat. Caster leaps off the top turnbuckle connecting with his mic drop and then stays on Montoya for the cover. One. Two. Three.
"Let's finish this up now," Bowens says.
Caster nods, more than ready to end this disastrous fight. Bowens runs over to Ospina in the corner, knocking him off the ring with a back elbow to prevent him from interfering. He returns to Montoya as Caster climbs up the turnbuckles in the corner. Bowens hits Montoya with a brainbuster, laying him out flat. Caster leaps off the top turnbuckle connecting with his mic drop and then stays on Montoya for the cover. One. Two. Three.
With the bell ringing, The Acclaimed raise their hands in victory, though both men don't feel like celebrating and hurry backstage.
Back in the locker room Caster has forgotten about the match, thinking only of MJF and his unrequited crush on him. He sees the superstar enter the locker room and can't help but stare, but MJF doesn't offer him even a glance. Maybe MJF did see their match and was turned off?
"Dude, wipe the drool from your mouth," Bowens says, embarrassed for his partner.
"I just want him so bad."
Then Ospina and Montoya enter the locker room and as they walk past MJF the wrestler can't resist to turn his neck and check them out from head to toe. Caster sighs, stinging from rejection.
"Maybe MJF likes you, but your unrelenting thirst is turning him off," Bowens suggests.
"You think he likes me?" Caster asks with hope in his voice, missing Bowens's point.
"Maybe. But there's one way to know for sure," Bowens says.
"Ask him out?"
"No," Bowens shakes his head, why does this have to be such a struggle? "Play hard to get."
"Oh..."
Caster puts his hand on Bowens's thigh and rubs it gently as he leans in and kisses his partner on the lips.
"No, not with me," Bowens says, pushing back. "With them."
He points to the pornstars who makeout at their lockers while MJF ogles them from across the room.
"I don't know..." Caster hesitates.
"Dude, they were all over us during that match."
And as if Montoya heard Bowens, the pornstar turns to the tag team and motions,"I did not know you two..." Montoya motions to them like they are a couple.
"Oh no, we're not--" Bowens attempts to clarify.
"Really? Because we look for another couple to join us," Ospina says.
Caster notices MJF watching the four of them converse. Bowens looks to Caster giving him a look that screams, "Just go with it."
"I mean, we're not official," Bowens explains.
Caster swallows and then ultimately agrees, "Yeah..."
Montoya and Ospina exchange looks, seemingly buying their story. They then pull the two wrestlers in for a fourway kiss. The two porn studs look at each other, agreeing that The Acclaimed will make the cut and then Ospina says, "Come back with us."
Bowens can tell his partner does not want to go so he puts his hand on his shoulder, "All we have to do is go back to the room with them. Someone will see something and word will get back to your little boy toy and he'll be wanting you so bad."
Caster considers this and then leaves with Bowens -- what choice does he have?
The four men return to the hotel and ride up to the pornstars' room. As they approach the room, the door to the room next over opens. Caster glances over curious, and sees MJF himself, in his snug purple trunks and nothing else. He continues on to the room, knowing very well MJF stepped out to get a peek of who he's with.
Inside the room, everything happens so fast and before Caster can process it, Ospina and Montoya are naked, standing at the end of the bed making out while Bowens strips his shorts off. Caster looks at him nervous, Bowens approaches his partner. "Listen, nobody is forcing you to do anything, but look at where you are..."
Caster looks at the two Colombian hunks, hands aggressively feeling each others bodies as their tongues swap saliva. They pull Bowens over and he engages in a threeway kiss before dropping down to his knees. The two pornstars wave their dicks in his face, his smile beaming like he's found his way into heaven. He grabs Ospina's cock and gives it a lick, before turning to Montoya's and licking it. The two hunks continue to makeout with each other as Bowens rotates back and forth between their cocks. And Caster just stands there. He's slightly hard, but is it from seeing his tag team partner give two gorgeous men blowjobs or is it from that split second his eyes connecting with MJF in the hall?
Bowens tries taking in both cocks, and gags. He turns to Caster, "Are you sure you don't want to help me with these?"
Caster shakes his head and heads out to the balcony. Bowens is secretly happy that he doesn't have to share, although it does pain him seeing Caster blow (or in this case, not blow) such an opportunity. He deep throats Montoya with Ospina's hand on his head, pushing him toward's his partner's body. Bowens then spits it out, gasps for a moment and then deep throats Ospina's.
"Ahhhh..." Ospina sighs with satisfaction as Montoya pets Bowens's head.
Outside, Caster paces on the balcony, glancing at Bowens inhaling one cock and then the other. At least somebody is having a good time. He leans over the balcony and peers across looking for someone, something, anything to provide him with a distraction. That's when he sees MJF on the balcony next to them -- so close, and yet so far away...
Back in the room, Bowens now kneels on the bed having Ospina and Montoya press their lips on his cock. Both men kiss down the sides of his shaft, before Montoya takes the lead and sucks on his head.
"Ahhh..." Bowens pinches his pecs in heaven.
Ospina licks his balls as Montoya keeps bobbing his head. The chemistry the two have for each other transfers over when there's a third. Ospina then gives Bowens a blow, and inhales him completely while Montoya kisses Bowens, the wrestler's and Montoya's hands exploring each other's bodies.
Caster leans against the shared wall dividing the balconies, trying to hear what MJF is up to. He then hears another voice. Wardlow. Of course. He figured those two were fucking, this all but confirms it. But then he hears some yelling, mostly from MJF and a door slam. MJF returns to the balcony, alone, sighing.
"Dude, wipe the drool from your mouth," Bowens says, embarrassed for his partner.
"I just want him so bad."
Then Ospina and Montoya enter the locker room and as they walk past MJF the wrestler can't resist to turn his neck and check them out from head to toe. Caster sighs, stinging from rejection.
"Maybe MJF likes you, but your unrelenting thirst is turning him off," Bowens suggests.
"You think he likes me?" Caster asks with hope in his voice, missing Bowens's point.
"Maybe. But there's one way to know for sure," Bowens says.
"Ask him out?"
"No," Bowens shakes his head, why does this have to be such a struggle? "Play hard to get."
"Oh..."
Caster puts his hand on Bowens's thigh and rubs it gently as he leans in and kisses his partner on the lips.
"No, not with me," Bowens says, pushing back. "With them."
He points to the pornstars who makeout at their lockers while MJF ogles them from across the room.
"I don't know..." Caster hesitates.
"Dude, they were all over us during that match."
And as if Montoya heard Bowens, the pornstar turns to the tag team and motions,"I did not know you two..." Montoya motions to them like they are a couple.
"Oh no, we're not--" Bowens attempts to clarify.
"Really? Because we look for another couple to join us," Ospina says.
Caster notices MJF watching the four of them converse. Bowens looks to Caster giving him a look that screams, "Just go with it."
"I mean, we're not official," Bowens explains.
Caster swallows and then ultimately agrees, "Yeah..."
Montoya and Ospina exchange looks, seemingly buying their story. They then pull the two wrestlers in for a fourway kiss. The two porn studs look at each other, agreeing that The Acclaimed will make the cut and then Ospina says, "Come back with us."
Bowens can tell his partner does not want to go so he puts his hand on his shoulder, "All we have to do is go back to the room with them. Someone will see something and word will get back to your little boy toy and he'll be wanting you so bad."
Caster considers this and then leaves with Bowens -- what choice does he have?
The four men return to the hotel and ride up to the pornstars' room. As they approach the room, the door to the room next over opens. Caster glances over curious, and sees MJF himself, in his snug purple trunks and nothing else. He continues on to the room, knowing very well MJF stepped out to get a peek of who he's with.
Inside the room, everything happens so fast and before Caster can process it, Ospina and Montoya are naked, standing at the end of the bed making out while Bowens strips his shorts off. Caster looks at him nervous, Bowens approaches his partner. "Listen, nobody is forcing you to do anything, but look at where you are..."
Caster looks at the two Colombian hunks, hands aggressively feeling each others bodies as their tongues swap saliva. They pull Bowens over and he engages in a threeway kiss before dropping down to his knees. The two pornstars wave their dicks in his face, his smile beaming like he's found his way into heaven. He grabs Ospina's cock and gives it a lick, before turning to Montoya's and licking it. The two hunks continue to makeout with each other as Bowens rotates back and forth between their cocks. And Caster just stands there. He's slightly hard, but is it from seeing his tag team partner give two gorgeous men blowjobs or is it from that split second his eyes connecting with MJF in the hall?
Bowens tries taking in both cocks, and gags. He turns to Caster, "Are you sure you don't want to help me with these?"
Caster shakes his head and heads out to the balcony. Bowens is secretly happy that he doesn't have to share, although it does pain him seeing Caster blow (or in this case, not blow) such an opportunity. He deep throats Montoya with Ospina's hand on his head, pushing him toward's his partner's body. Bowens then spits it out, gasps for a moment and then deep throats Ospina's.
"Ahhhh..." Ospina sighs with satisfaction as Montoya pets Bowens's head.
Outside, Caster paces on the balcony, glancing at Bowens inhaling one cock and then the other. At least somebody is having a good time. He leans over the balcony and peers across looking for someone, something, anything to provide him with a distraction. That's when he sees MJF on the balcony next to them -- so close, and yet so far away...
Back in the room, Bowens now kneels on the bed having Ospina and Montoya press their lips on his cock. Both men kiss down the sides of his shaft, before Montoya takes the lead and sucks on his head.
"Ahhh..." Bowens pinches his pecs in heaven.
Ospina licks his balls as Montoya keeps bobbing his head. The chemistry the two have for each other transfers over when there's a third. Ospina then gives Bowens a blow, and inhales him completely while Montoya kisses Bowens, the wrestler's and Montoya's hands exploring each other's bodies.
Caster leans against the shared wall dividing the balconies, trying to hear what MJF is up to. He then hears another voice. Wardlow. Of course. He figured those two were fucking, this all but confirms it. But then he hears some yelling, mostly from MJF and a door slam. MJF returns to the balcony, alone, sighing.
Bowens escapes to the balcony where Caster waits. "Dude, you're missing out."
"I'm not missing out on anything in there," Caster shoots back.
Bowens shakes his head and goes back in as Montoya steps outside. He returns to the bed and folds Ospina's legs up so he's sitting on his shoulders, ass in the air. Bowens smiles at the pulsing hole and swoops in with his tongue, licking around the edges before sticking it in and shaking his head, and tongue, from side to side.
Back on the balcony, Montoya takes Caster's hands and puts them on his chest. Caster can't deny how hot Montoya is, but all he wants to do is knock on the door and fuck MJF. As Montoya's fingers slip into Caster's waistband he hears MJF's balcony door slide open again. Wardlow is back. He can't hear what they're saying and then silence.
"I'm gonna fuck you so good..." MJF laughs as Caster hears the balcony door slide open and shut again.
Caster gets a chill down his back, fantasizing that MJF was speaking to him. He returns his focus to the naked pornstar in front of him and yanks off his tights, revealing his erect cock (thanks to MJF.) Montoya strokes it with one hand and kisses Caster. The rapper puts his hand on the back of Montoya's head and pushes him toward him, "Suck my cock."
Montoya's English isn't the greatest, but those are three words he clearly understands. He laps up Caster's cock eagerly, bobbing his head with enthusiasm.
Back inside, Bowens slaps his cock on Ospina's ass, the pornstar still sitting on his shoulders with his hole pointed to the ceiling. Bowens glances over and sees Montoya deep throating Caster and feels better -- happy that Caster could see the opportunity in front of him. He then drills his dick down in Ospina, hearing a long drawn out moan as he pushes in.
"Yeah, you like that?" Bowens asks.
"Si," Ospina smiles back.
Bowens holds Ospina's legs open and proceeds to drill down into the pornstar. Ospina closes his eyes each time Bowens pushes in, and then opens them with a big smile as Bowens drags himself out. Bowens closes his eyes himself, savoring how Ospina's ass feels clenched around his cock.
"I'm not missing out on anything in there," Caster shoots back.
Bowens shakes his head and goes back in as Montoya steps outside. He returns to the bed and folds Ospina's legs up so he's sitting on his shoulders, ass in the air. Bowens smiles at the pulsing hole and swoops in with his tongue, licking around the edges before sticking it in and shaking his head, and tongue, from side to side.
Back on the balcony, Montoya takes Caster's hands and puts them on his chest. Caster can't deny how hot Montoya is, but all he wants to do is knock on the door and fuck MJF. As Montoya's fingers slip into Caster's waistband he hears MJF's balcony door slide open again. Wardlow is back. He can't hear what they're saying and then silence.
"I'm gonna fuck you so good..." MJF laughs as Caster hears the balcony door slide open and shut again.
Caster gets a chill down his back, fantasizing that MJF was speaking to him. He returns his focus to the naked pornstar in front of him and yanks off his tights, revealing his erect cock (thanks to MJF.) Montoya strokes it with one hand and kisses Caster. The rapper puts his hand on the back of Montoya's head and pushes him toward him, "Suck my cock."
Montoya's English isn't the greatest, but those are three words he clearly understands. He laps up Caster's cock eagerly, bobbing his head with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, you like that?" Bowens asks.
"Si," Ospina smiles back.
Bowens holds Ospina's legs open and proceeds to drill down into the pornstar. Ospina closes his eyes each time Bowens pushes in, and then opens them with a big smile as Bowens drags himself out. Bowens closes his eyes himself, savoring how Ospina's ass feels clenched around his cock.
Outside, Caster pulls Montoya up to his feet and presses him against the wall separating their balcony from MJF's. He pulls Montoya's hips back slightly and slides his cock into him.
"Ohhh..." Montoya moans as Caster pushes deeper into him.
"Yeah, you like that cock, don't you?" Caster teases.
Montoya nods in agreement as Caster drives into him faster. The rapper goes hard, wanting MJF to hear Montoya's screams, to know what Caster could do to him. He even closes his eyes, imaging it's his wrestling crush that he's fucking. That white bubbly ass -- not that Montoya's ass is anything to complain about. He opens his eyes again and sees Montoya looking back at him, his eyes glimmering. Caster feels guilty, not so much for fantasizing about MJF, but for truly appreciating Montoya.
Inside the hotel room, Bowens and Ospina can hear Montoya's moans get louder and louder. At that point they decide to switch positions, Bowens sits on the edge of the bed and Ospina, with his back to Bowens, squats backward on his cock, riding him. "Ahhhh..." Ospina hisses before exhaling, adjusting to Bowens's thick erection in him.
He presses down on Bowens's thighs and gets into a good rhythm. Soon Bowens's groans are muffled by the sound of their skin meeting, the bed creaking. Ospina goes faster, really liking that dick. Rubbing that ass hard. The grinding it, gyrating. Bowens feels like he could explode any minute.
Meanwhile, Caster slows to a stop as he hears muffled moans coming from inside -- not Bowens and Ospina -- but in the room next to theirs. Is MJF getting plowed by Wardlow? Or was he fucking the bigger man? Caster loses himself in this thoughts, sickened that someone else could make MJF scream like that. Montoya sees Caster drifting and so he gets behind him. He kisses a trail down Caster's neck, his back to his ass.
"Whoaaaa..." Caster gasps and shakes his hips, feeling the slick spit covering his sensitive hole.
He glances back seeing Montoya with an aggressive grin. He's been wanting to do this since seeing Caster's ass during their match. The pornstar pushes Caster up against the wall like he had been minutes before and begins fucking him.
"Uhh, uhhh, uhhh..." Caster whines, finding Montoya's dick to be hitting him in his spot.
Montoya holds on to Caster's hips firmly, going at fast and rough pace, breathing heavily through his nose so as to hear all of Caster's moans.
"Ahhh ahhhhh!" Caster whimpers louder, and at that moment thinks about MJF and how he could hear him.
He presses his mouth against his arm to try and stifle the moans, but Montoya knows exactly where to hit him.
"Ahhhh yes!" Caster screams loud enough that MJF surely had heard him. "Don't stop, right there!"
With Bowens relaxed now, Caster moves off of him wanting to really fuck him. He rolls Bowens over on his back and plows into him, eyes locked.
"Ahh, ahhh, ahh," Bowens groans.
He finds Caster's stare to be intense, serious for such a normally goofy guy. But like Bowens before, Caster is motivated to impress his partner, going with long, deep strokes. Meanwhile, Ospina gets behind Caster and begins to fuck him, but even with the pornstar's dick in him, Caster keeps his focus on Bowens.
"Fuck that's good dick," Bowens gasps.
"Damn right it is, it's Acclaimed."
Caster pushes back onto Ospina's cock, feeling his shaved pubes brush up against his ass. Montoya comes over and pulls Caster away, wanting a turn at Bowens. Before Bowens can protest Montoya is pumping into him, holding his ankles apart. Bowens can't complain, seeing that ripped body in motion, the pornstar knowing exactly where to aim.
Ospina then pushes Caster on his back on to the bed next to Bowens. The two wrestlers look at each other as the Colombians pound into them. Caster leans over and kisses Bowens as Ospina nails his prostate.
"Whoooa..."
The two pornstars fuck passionately, a little rough, but all in the name of pleasure. And soon they're grunting louder than either wrestler.
"Si... Si... Si..."
And then in tandem the two pornstars pull out of the wrestlers and cum, splattering the athlete's bodies with their seed.
"Ahhhhh..." Montoya exhales like he's been holding this in all week.
Montoya leans over Caster and licks up Ospina's cum, while Ospina laps up Montoya's cum off of Bowens's sweaty body. The two lovers then turn to each other and kiss.
Bowens and Caster watch, horny for the pornstars, but also yearning for a love like that. Montoya and Ospina roll off the bed and head to the shower together, leaving the tag team partners alone.
"So it's just us left to finish," Bowens says.
"Yeah..." Caster nods.
He pulls Bowens on to him, spreading his legs letting his partner in him. "Better get to it."
Bowens doesn't take long to build up his pace, thrusting mercilessly in a regular rhythm that made them both moan incoherent thoughts of bliss and pleasure. He leans over his partner, angling himself just right to hit his prostate. Caster's moans are loud, but a jumbled mess of words he can't finish. He pinches Bowens's pecs, squeezing harder the closer he is to cumming. And then Caster releases them, grabbing on to his erect cock and giving it a fw strokes before giving up. He cries out in lust as he cums, the orgasm crashing over him and numbing his senses.
"Fuck me... Fuckkkkk..."
Bowens watches as the white substance oozes between Caster's fingers. Now that he's pleasured Caster to completion, the five-tool athlete chases his own orgasm. Caster's ass still clenches around his dick, and then he feels it coming and then unloads his seed inside Caster.
"Ahhh ahh, ohhh," he chokes out as he brings himself to a standstill.
"Uhhhh..." Caster rests his head flat on the bed, sighing with satisfaction as Bowens's cum spills out of him.
Bowens collapses on top of Caster, brushing the curls in his hair back. Caster squeezes Bowens's sweaty ass, the two men mesmerized with each other.
"Did we really just do that?" Bowens laughs.
"Yes, we did," Caster nods, still piecing together how it all happened.
"Ohhh..." Montoya moans as Caster pushes deeper into him.
"Yeah, you like that cock, don't you?" Caster teases.
Montoya nods in agreement as Caster drives into him faster. The rapper goes hard, wanting MJF to hear Montoya's screams, to know what Caster could do to him. He even closes his eyes, imaging it's his wrestling crush that he's fucking. That white bubbly ass -- not that Montoya's ass is anything to complain about. He opens his eyes again and sees Montoya looking back at him, his eyes glimmering. Caster feels guilty, not so much for fantasizing about MJF, but for truly appreciating Montoya.
Inside the hotel room, Bowens and Ospina can hear Montoya's moans get louder and louder. At that point they decide to switch positions, Bowens sits on the edge of the bed and Ospina, with his back to Bowens, squats backward on his cock, riding him. "Ahhhh..." Ospina hisses before exhaling, adjusting to Bowens's thick erection in him.
He presses down on Bowens's thighs and gets into a good rhythm. Soon Bowens's groans are muffled by the sound of their skin meeting, the bed creaking. Ospina goes faster, really liking that dick. Rubbing that ass hard. The grinding it, gyrating. Bowens feels like he could explode any minute.
Meanwhile, Caster slows to a stop as he hears muffled moans coming from inside -- not Bowens and Ospina -- but in the room next to theirs. Is MJF getting plowed by Wardlow? Or was he fucking the bigger man? Caster loses himself in this thoughts, sickened that someone else could make MJF scream like that. Montoya sees Caster drifting and so he gets behind him. He kisses a trail down Caster's neck, his back to his ass.
"Whoaaaa..." Caster gasps and shakes his hips, feeling the slick spit covering his sensitive hole.
He glances back seeing Montoya with an aggressive grin. He's been wanting to do this since seeing Caster's ass during their match. The pornstar pushes Caster up against the wall like he had been minutes before and begins fucking him.
"Uhh, uhhh, uhhh..." Caster whines, finding Montoya's dick to be hitting him in his spot.
Montoya holds on to Caster's hips firmly, going at fast and rough pace, breathing heavily through his nose so as to hear all of Caster's moans.
"Ahhh ahhhhh!" Caster whimpers louder, and at that moment thinks about MJF and how he could hear him.
He presses his mouth against his arm to try and stifle the moans, but Montoya knows exactly where to hit him.
"Ahhhh yes!" Caster screams loud enough that MJF surely had heard him. "Don't stop, right there!"
Inside, Ospina keeps riding Bowens's cock, closing his eyes, trying to listen to his breathing. But Bowens can hear Caster's screams and tilts his head over for a view. He watches the pornstar rough Caster up and can't help but be intrigued. He always figured Caster liked it both ways, and this confirmed it. And then there's a moment when their eyes lock. They hold them there, recognizing that they're seeing each other, and then Caster looks away.
He stands up straight and gets Montoya to stop. "Come on, let's go back inside."
Ospina slows down on Bowens when his lover and Caster approach the bed. Ospina stands up and greets Montoya with a passionate kiss. Bowens and Caster avoid looking at each other directly in the eyes, still unsure of how to proceed after the "moment" they just had.
"Come," Ospina directs them to get to the side of the bed as he and Montoya sit on their hands and knees next to each other, wiggly their asses to be fucked.
He stands up straight and gets Montoya to stop. "Come on, let's go back inside."
Ospina slows down on Bowens when his lover and Caster approach the bed. Ospina stands up and greets Montoya with a passionate kiss. Bowens and Caster avoid looking at each other directly in the eyes, still unsure of how to proceed after the "moment" they just had.
"Come," Ospina directs them to get to the side of the bed as he and Montoya sit on their hands and knees next to each other, wiggly their asses to be fucked.
And so side-by-side, Bowens doggies Montoya while Caster doggies Ospina. The two wrestlers look at each other and high five. This is what Bowens always wanted in a tag team partner, someone who would fuck with him. He had to admit it is hot seeing Caster nail Ospina hard, thrusting his whole body into each penetration.
"That's it, get 'em bro," Bowens encourages him.
"I know you've already fucked him, but, bro, his ass is still tight," Caster comments.
For a moment things have returned to normal between the two tag team partners. They fuck in sync, getting Montoya and Ospina to moan out in unison. Bowens's hands caress Montoya's back, running his fingers on his spine and massaging his dimples. Montoya rocks back, impaling himself then withdrawing with a long moan all while the tip of his own cock grinds against the bed.
"Fuck man," Bowens moans in awe.
Bowens finds Caster looking at him more and more and feels the need to give him a good show. So Bowens pushes Montoya flat on his stomach, angles himself over him and pounds his ass, staying a consistent and fast pace. Deep, but nothing painful. He hears Montoya's moans over his slight grunts and knows he's found the perfect rhythm. Ospina comes over and angles his cock in Montoya's mouth, but Bowens looks around -- where's Caster?
"Uhhh..."
And that's when Bowens feels it, Caster behind him, his dick, or at least the head, pushing into his ass. "Dude, what are--"
Before Bowens can finish Caster covers his mouth with his hand and pushes his shaft in.
"Ahhh!" Bowens grimaces. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I saw how you were looking at me," Caster says.
"I'm not a bottom."
"That's because you haven't had good dick before," Caster whispers before he kisses the back of Bowens neck.
Feeling Caster's scruff against his skin feels good, relaxing Bowens. So much that he doesn't feel Caster push in again until it's inside him.
"Ahhh..."
"Breathe..."
Bowens exhales and then Caster slowly rocks his body building up momentum. And with each penetration, the force travels through Bowens to Montoya, making him moan under the men. Ospina gives each of the men a turn at sucking his cock, everyone finding their position in this orgy to be fulfilling.
"I know you've already fucked him, but, bro, his ass is still tight," Caster comments.
For a moment things have returned to normal between the two tag team partners. They fuck in sync, getting Montoya and Ospina to moan out in unison. Bowens's hands caress Montoya's back, running his fingers on his spine and massaging his dimples. Montoya rocks back, impaling himself then withdrawing with a long moan all while the tip of his own cock grinds against the bed.
"Fuck man," Bowens moans in awe.
Bowens finds Caster looking at him more and more and feels the need to give him a good show. So Bowens pushes Montoya flat on his stomach, angles himself over him and pounds his ass, staying a consistent and fast pace. Deep, but nothing painful. He hears Montoya's moans over his slight grunts and knows he's found the perfect rhythm. Ospina comes over and angles his cock in Montoya's mouth, but Bowens looks around -- where's Caster?
"Uhhh..."
And that's when Bowens feels it, Caster behind him, his dick, or at least the head, pushing into his ass. "Dude, what are--"
Before Bowens can finish Caster covers his mouth with his hand and pushes his shaft in.
"Ahhh!" Bowens grimaces. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I saw how you were looking at me," Caster says.
"I'm not a bottom."
"That's because you haven't had good dick before," Caster whispers before he kisses the back of Bowens neck.
Feeling Caster's scruff against his skin feels good, relaxing Bowens. So much that he doesn't feel Caster push in again until it's inside him.
"Ahhh..."
"Breathe..."
Bowens exhales and then Caster slowly rocks his body building up momentum. And with each penetration, the force travels through Bowens to Montoya, making him moan under the men. Ospina gives each of the men a turn at sucking his cock, everyone finding their position in this orgy to be fulfilling.
"Ahh, ahhh, ahh," Bowens groans.
He finds Caster's stare to be intense, serious for such a normally goofy guy. But like Bowens before, Caster is motivated to impress his partner, going with long, deep strokes. Meanwhile, Ospina gets behind Caster and begins to fuck him, but even with the pornstar's dick in him, Caster keeps his focus on Bowens.
"Fuck that's good dick," Bowens gasps.
"Damn right it is, it's Acclaimed."
Caster pushes back onto Ospina's cock, feeling his shaved pubes brush up against his ass. Montoya comes over and pulls Caster away, wanting a turn at Bowens. Before Bowens can protest Montoya is pumping into him, holding his ankles apart. Bowens can't complain, seeing that ripped body in motion, the pornstar knowing exactly where to aim.
Ospina then pushes Caster on his back on to the bed next to Bowens. The two wrestlers look at each other as the Colombians pound into them. Caster leans over and kisses Bowens as Ospina nails his prostate.
"Whoooa..."
The two pornstars fuck passionately, a little rough, but all in the name of pleasure. And soon they're grunting louder than either wrestler.
"Si... Si... Si..."
And then in tandem the two pornstars pull out of the wrestlers and cum, splattering the athlete's bodies with their seed.
"Ahhhhh..." Montoya exhales like he's been holding this in all week.
Montoya leans over Caster and licks up Ospina's cum, while Ospina laps up Montoya's cum off of Bowens's sweaty body. The two lovers then turn to each other and kiss.
Bowens and Caster watch, horny for the pornstars, but also yearning for a love like that. Montoya and Ospina roll off the bed and head to the shower together, leaving the tag team partners alone.
"So it's just us left to finish," Bowens says.
"Yeah..." Caster nods.
He pulls Bowens on to him, spreading his legs letting his partner in him. "Better get to it."
Bowens doesn't take long to build up his pace, thrusting mercilessly in a regular rhythm that made them both moan incoherent thoughts of bliss and pleasure. He leans over his partner, angling himself just right to hit his prostate. Caster's moans are loud, but a jumbled mess of words he can't finish. He pinches Bowens's pecs, squeezing harder the closer he is to cumming. And then Caster releases them, grabbing on to his erect cock and giving it a fw strokes before giving up. He cries out in lust as he cums, the orgasm crashing over him and numbing his senses.
"Fuck me... Fuckkkkk..."
Bowens watches as the white substance oozes between Caster's fingers. Now that he's pleasured Caster to completion, the five-tool athlete chases his own orgasm. Caster's ass still clenches around his dick, and then he feels it coming and then unloads his seed inside Caster.
"Ahhh ahh, ohhh," he chokes out as he brings himself to a standstill.
"Uhhhh..." Caster rests his head flat on the bed, sighing with satisfaction as Bowens's cum spills out of him.
Bowens collapses on top of Caster, brushing the curls in his hair back. Caster squeezes Bowens's sweaty ass, the two men mesmerized with each other.
"Did we really just do that?" Bowens laughs.
"Yes, we did," Caster nods, still piecing together how it all happened.
"Good," Bowens says before planting his lips on Caster.
Caster has forgotten about MJF, his crush, and all of that -- who needed him, not when he had a partner like Bowens? But then again there were two naked Colombians in the shower.
"Come on," he takes Bowens's hand and leads him to the bathroom where they're greeted with open arms by Opsina and Montoya.
If I could have a threesome with either of these duos, even though Bowens and Caster would undoubtedly be a fun time, there's no way anyone could turn down Ospina and Montoya.
Caster has forgotten about MJF, his crush, and all of that -- who needed him, not when he had a partner like Bowens? But then again there were two naked Colombians in the shower.
"Come on," he takes Bowens's hand and leads him to the bathroom where they're greeted with open arms by Opsina and Montoya.
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