Josh nearly has a heart attack in the locker room. It's not because his opponent tonight, Nemeth, walks in wearing his dark blue trunks looking hotter in person (and less douchey), but because he realizes he forgot his singlet. All he has to wrestle in is his thong. He slides on the black piece of material and starts to lace up his boots when Nemeth walks over.
"You're wrestling in that?"
"Uh... yeah?"
"No fucking way," Nemeth says.
The wrestler sighs and slings his pink shorts at him, "Borrow one of mine."
Josh slides his thong off and puts on Nemeth's trunks. They're a bit snug, his booty filling them out more than the wrestler. He turns to Nemeth to thank him, but sees the athlete staring at him. "Thanks..." Josh says.
"Shut up."
Josh heads out to the ring first, confusing fans and the announcers alike by wearing the pink "hunk" trunks. If this is how they all react to wearing his opponent's trunks, imagine if he came out in that thong!
Nemeth's music cues up and the wrestler struts on out, cocky persona in full gear. He enters the ring without even given Josh a glance. The bell rings and he looks at him as though he's never seen him before, despite the fact he's in his trunks. Of course Nemeth doesn't want to stare, he might then admit Josh looked better in them than he did. Josh can't take his eyes off Nemeth. The ridiculous hair and tan aside, he can't deny Nemeth does have some sex appeal, or maybe it's the blue shorts he's wearing.
"You're wrestling in that?"
"Uh... yeah?"
"No fucking way," Nemeth says.
The wrestler sighs and slings his pink shorts at him, "Borrow one of mine."
Josh slides his thong off and puts on Nemeth's trunks. They're a bit snug, his booty filling them out more than the wrestler. He turns to Nemeth to thank him, but sees the athlete staring at him. "Thanks..." Josh says.
"Shut up."
Josh heads out to the ring first, confusing fans and the announcers alike by wearing the pink "hunk" trunks. If this is how they all react to wearing his opponent's trunks, imagine if he came out in that thong!
Nemeth's music cues up and the wrestler struts on out, cocky persona in full gear. He enters the ring without even given Josh a glance. The bell rings and he looks at him as though he's never seen him before, despite the fact he's in his trunks. Of course Nemeth doesn't want to stare, he might then admit Josh looked better in them than he did. Josh can't take his eyes off Nemeth. The ridiculous hair and tan aside, he can't deny Nemeth does have some sex appeal, or maybe it's the blue shorts he's wearing.
The two men lock up and and Nemeth drops on his knees and flips Josh over. The pornstar hops back up, but Nemeth boasts about scoring two points with the takedown. Josh lunges at him for another lockup, but Nemeth drops down and takes him out by his ankles. Nemeth gloats again about the takedown saying he's got four points now. Josh shakes his head and gets back up, ready to silence the cocky athlete. The two lock up once again and this time Nemeth hammer throws Josh into the corner. Nemeth gyrates a little and then charges at the pornstar, hitting him with a shoulder block to the gut. Nemeth takes a few steps back and gyrates again and then runs toward Josh, but the pornstar slips out of the corner and eats ring post. Josh waits for him to step back out and then hits a DDT that has the whole ring shaking.
Nemeth rolls under the ropes to the edge of the ring. He uses his hands to make a T, signaling for a time out. But Josh isn't going to give him a break and jumps up and connects with a dropkick to his back, knocking him off the ring on to the mats below. Josh then runs to the opposite side of the ring, rebounding off the ropes to build up his momentum and sails through the ropes with a suicide dive, knocking Nemeth back into the barricade. Josh is sore from the assault, but finds it was worth it to see the Hollywood Hunk on his hands and knees. He hits him with a sledgehammer blow to the back and then tosses Nemeth back into the ring. Josh follows in after him and crawls on top of him, hooking the leg, but Nemeth punches out after two.
Nemeth sits up, rubbing his back, still sore from the abuse he's taken. Josh heads over to the corner and climbs up the top turnbuckle, waiting for Nemeth to get on his feet. But just as he gets to the top, the Hollywood Hunk scurries to his feet and shakes the rope, knocking Josh off, flat on his stomach. Nemeth picks him up by the hair, not carrying how rough he is, and hoists him up and drops him down for an atomic drop on his knee. Josh hobbles forward holding himself and Nemeth follows it up with a clothesline. He falls on top of Josh and goes for the pin, but the pornstar punches out after just a one count.
Nemeth smirks at Josh who is slow to get up. Feeling more confident (and cocky) Nemeth takes his time, but eventually grabs Josh's arm and shoves him down on his stomach, holding his arm to his back and then does a handstand hammerlock, pulling on the pornstar's shoulder. Nemeth comes down and releases the hold, rubbing Josh's face into the ring as the ref pulls him away. As Nemeth lets go of Josh, the pornstar punches him in the gut, surprising him. He lurches forward and Josh slaps him in the face, making him take a couple steps back. Josh then goes to the ropes to run at him, but Nemeth hits a powerful dropkick taking him out.
Nemeth picks Josh up again by the hair and wraps his arm around his neck, gyrating ready to finish him off with his neckbreaker, but Josh turns himself out of the hold and kicks Nemeth in the gut. Nemeth leans forward in pain and Josh follows it up with a neckbreaker of his own. He then folds the wrestler up on his shoulders for the pin. One. Two. Three.
The bell rings and Josh is up on his feet raising both his hands in victory, while Nemeth's eyes widen as he processes his loss.
Nemeth rolls under the ropes to the edge of the ring. He uses his hands to make a T, signaling for a time out. But Josh isn't going to give him a break and jumps up and connects with a dropkick to his back, knocking him off the ring on to the mats below. Josh then runs to the opposite side of the ring, rebounding off the ropes to build up his momentum and sails through the ropes with a suicide dive, knocking Nemeth back into the barricade. Josh is sore from the assault, but finds it was worth it to see the Hollywood Hunk on his hands and knees. He hits him with a sledgehammer blow to the back and then tosses Nemeth back into the ring. Josh follows in after him and crawls on top of him, hooking the leg, but Nemeth punches out after two.
Nemeth sits up, rubbing his back, still sore from the abuse he's taken. Josh heads over to the corner and climbs up the top turnbuckle, waiting for Nemeth to get on his feet. But just as he gets to the top, the Hollywood Hunk scurries to his feet and shakes the rope, knocking Josh off, flat on his stomach. Nemeth picks him up by the hair, not carrying how rough he is, and hoists him up and drops him down for an atomic drop on his knee. Josh hobbles forward holding himself and Nemeth follows it up with a clothesline. He falls on top of Josh and goes for the pin, but the pornstar punches out after just a one count.
Nemeth smirks at Josh who is slow to get up. Feeling more confident (and cocky) Nemeth takes his time, but eventually grabs Josh's arm and shoves him down on his stomach, holding his arm to his back and then does a handstand hammerlock, pulling on the pornstar's shoulder. Nemeth comes down and releases the hold, rubbing Josh's face into the ring as the ref pulls him away. As Nemeth lets go of Josh, the pornstar punches him in the gut, surprising him. He lurches forward and Josh slaps him in the face, making him take a couple steps back. Josh then goes to the ropes to run at him, but Nemeth hits a powerful dropkick taking him out.
Nemeth picks Josh up again by the hair and wraps his arm around his neck, gyrating ready to finish him off with his neckbreaker, but Josh turns himself out of the hold and kicks Nemeth in the gut. Nemeth leans forward in pain and Josh follows it up with a neckbreaker of his own. He then folds the wrestler up on his shoulders for the pin. One. Two. Three.
The bell rings and Josh is up on his feet raising both his hands in victory, while Nemeth's eyes widen as he processes his loss.
With the match over, the few fans leave and the announcers grab their lunch. Josh helps Nemeth up, but the wrestler doesn't want any of this good sportsman conduct, swatting him away.
"And I want my trunks back," Nemeth says.
"I haven't forgotten," Josh replies.
The pornstar turns to leave the ring when he feels a yank on his waistband. Nemeth strips the pink trunks off of him, exposing him right there in the ring. "I don't want to wait."
Now naked, with exception to his boots, Josh remains in the ring. He faces Nemeth to show off his front side and semi hard cock.
Nemeth doesn't know how he expected Josh to react - maybe run back to the locker room in embarrassment? - but seeing him confidently standing there, naked in the ring, catches the Hollywood Hunk off guard. Nemeth can't help but lick his lips.
"Is there anything else you want?" Josh asks.
The wrestler drops the pink trunks he's holding and steps up to Josh, their bodies an inch apart, their faces even closer. And then Nemeth makes the first move, nearly tearing Josh's hair out of his head as he pulls him over to meet his mouth. After their exhausting match, Josh's energy suddenly spikes, hands reaching groping the back of Nemeth's neck, roughly massaging against the joint. Their sweaty chests now pushed flat against each other, both men breathing hard, as their tongues lap against each other.
"And to think I had the feeling you didn't like me," Nemeth jokes.
"I don't," Josh replies.
Nemeth cups Josh's balls, stroking his dick, "Someone disagrees."
Josh smirks as he reaches behind Nemeth, sliding his hands in his trunks and squeezing that Hollywood ass, "What can I say? I have a thing for assholes."
Nemeth nods, totally taken with Josh's banter. He helps the pornstar out by removing his trunks, revealing that even his ass is spray tanned. Josh kisses down Nemeth's neck, his chest, his pecs, lowering himself as he goes until he's on his knees with his lips sucked on the head of Nemeth's cut cock."Oh yeah, you like me," Nemeth sighs, his body actually shaking a bit.
Josh works his mouth along the wrestler's cock, letting his fingers tease his thighs, his nails scratching lightly so as not to leave marks. He kisses his head before drawing back, then presses his thumb against the slit, letting a drop of precum roll down his finger. Nemeth shivers watching as Josh rests his hands on his thighs and begins bobbing his head fast, taking in all the dick at once. He makes gagging noises, but doesn't choke. Just starving for cock.
"And I want my trunks back," Nemeth says.
"I haven't forgotten," Josh replies.
The pornstar turns to leave the ring when he feels a yank on his waistband. Nemeth strips the pink trunks off of him, exposing him right there in the ring. "I don't want to wait."
Now naked, with exception to his boots, Josh remains in the ring. He faces Nemeth to show off his front side and semi hard cock.
Nemeth doesn't know how he expected Josh to react - maybe run back to the locker room in embarrassment? - but seeing him confidently standing there, naked in the ring, catches the Hollywood Hunk off guard. Nemeth can't help but lick his lips.
"Is there anything else you want?" Josh asks.
The wrestler drops the pink trunks he's holding and steps up to Josh, their bodies an inch apart, their faces even closer. And then Nemeth makes the first move, nearly tearing Josh's hair out of his head as he pulls him over to meet his mouth. After their exhausting match, Josh's energy suddenly spikes, hands reaching groping the back of Nemeth's neck, roughly massaging against the joint. Their sweaty chests now pushed flat against each other, both men breathing hard, as their tongues lap against each other.
"And to think I had the feeling you didn't like me," Nemeth jokes.
"I don't," Josh replies.
Nemeth cups Josh's balls, stroking his dick, "Someone disagrees."
Josh smirks as he reaches behind Nemeth, sliding his hands in his trunks and squeezing that Hollywood ass, "What can I say? I have a thing for assholes."
Nemeth nods, totally taken with Josh's banter. He helps the pornstar out by removing his trunks, revealing that even his ass is spray tanned. Josh kisses down Nemeth's neck, his chest, his pecs, lowering himself as he goes until he's on his knees with his lips sucked on the head of Nemeth's cut cock."Oh yeah, you like me," Nemeth sighs, his body actually shaking a bit.
Josh works his mouth along the wrestler's cock, letting his fingers tease his thighs, his nails scratching lightly so as not to leave marks. He kisses his head before drawing back, then presses his thumb against the slit, letting a drop of precum roll down his finger. Nemeth shivers watching as Josh rests his hands on his thighs and begins bobbing his head fast, taking in all the dick at once. He makes gagging noises, but doesn't choke. Just starving for cock.
"That's it, suck my dick," Nemeth whispers. "Everyone else wants to."
Nemeth pinches his pecs as he looks down on the pornstar swallowing him whole, wrapping his lips tightly around him, and sucking him with devotion. Nemeth is surprised at just how amazing it feels with the soft wetness of Josh's lips and tongue taking in his cock. The suction pulling him in. The desperate breaths flowing in and out from his nose.
"Fuck, yeah..." Nemeth sighs. "You can't deny how much you want me."
The head hits Josh's throat, which contracts around it, but Josh doesn't gag (or sound like he's gagging.) He breathes heavily through his nose to keep his rhythm, as Nemeth sighs above him. He glances up and sees the wrestler pinching his pecs again. Nemeth catches Josh staring and flexes for him. Josh pushes his nose into Nemeth's skin as he holds his cock in him and then slowly drags it out once more.
"Okay, okay," Nemeth pushes him back, "I think you've warmed me up enough. Now let me get you ready."
Nemeth has Josh lie on his back and rolls his legs up to get a nice view of that hole. Josh is giddy as he feels Nemeth's long, wet, warm tongue touch his hole. "Ahhhh..." his sigh perfectly illustrating the pleasurable feeling.
Nemeth goes to town, Josh finds it fitting for someone who liked to run his mouth that he'd be able to use it a multitude of ways. And then there are the noises he makes -- the slurping, spitting, the occasional "fuck" or "god damn" leaving his mouth whenever he briefly pauses for air. Hearing Nemeth panting, Josh decides to help him out. He rolls up and pushes the wrestler down on his back and then squats his ass over his face, pulling his cheeks apart to let Nemeth at it.
"Fuck yeah," the wrestler sounds like he's starving and just walked up to a buffet.
Josh begins to grind his ass down onto Nemeth's hot mouth. He grips the rope with one hand for leverage, ensuring he gets as much of Nemeth's tongue inside him as possible. Josh becomes the one making the noises, moaning louder and louder, thinking about how far Nemeth's tongue is inside him.
The wrestler swats Josh's one hand away and grabs his cheeks himself, rubbing and kneading the thick mounds in front of him -- literally tongue fucking Josh. Darting in and out, feasting like it is his last meal.
Nemeth pinches his pecs as he looks down on the pornstar swallowing him whole, wrapping his lips tightly around him, and sucking him with devotion. Nemeth is surprised at just how amazing it feels with the soft wetness of Josh's lips and tongue taking in his cock. The suction pulling him in. The desperate breaths flowing in and out from his nose.
"Fuck, yeah..." Nemeth sighs. "You can't deny how much you want me."
The head hits Josh's throat, which contracts around it, but Josh doesn't gag (or sound like he's gagging.) He breathes heavily through his nose to keep his rhythm, as Nemeth sighs above him. He glances up and sees the wrestler pinching his pecs again. Nemeth catches Josh staring and flexes for him. Josh pushes his nose into Nemeth's skin as he holds his cock in him and then slowly drags it out once more.
"Okay, okay," Nemeth pushes him back, "I think you've warmed me up enough. Now let me get you ready."
Nemeth has Josh lie on his back and rolls his legs up to get a nice view of that hole. Josh is giddy as he feels Nemeth's long, wet, warm tongue touch his hole. "Ahhhh..." his sigh perfectly illustrating the pleasurable feeling.
Nemeth goes to town, Josh finds it fitting for someone who liked to run his mouth that he'd be able to use it a multitude of ways. And then there are the noises he makes -- the slurping, spitting, the occasional "fuck" or "god damn" leaving his mouth whenever he briefly pauses for air. Hearing Nemeth panting, Josh decides to help him out. He rolls up and pushes the wrestler down on his back and then squats his ass over his face, pulling his cheeks apart to let Nemeth at it.
"Fuck yeah," the wrestler sounds like he's starving and just walked up to a buffet.
Josh begins to grind his ass down onto Nemeth's hot mouth. He grips the rope with one hand for leverage, ensuring he gets as much of Nemeth's tongue inside him as possible. Josh becomes the one making the noises, moaning louder and louder, thinking about how far Nemeth's tongue is inside him.
The wrestler swats Josh's one hand away and grabs his cheeks himself, rubbing and kneading the thick mounds in front of him -- literally tongue fucking Josh. Darting in and out, feasting like it is his last meal.
Once satiated, Nemeth gently pushes Josh up off of him to a standing position. He rises too, slapping the wet ass in front of him a little harsher than intended.
"You ready for this?" he now taps his dick on those cheeks like they're drums.
"You ready for this?" he now taps his dick on those cheeks like they're drums.
"Take me to Hollywood..." Josh replies.
Nemeth grins and guides his cock into the pornstar's hole. Once in, it immediately feels choked, trapped inside of the hunk's hot, clutching body. He moves slowly, pulling it out and jamming it back in and gets into a nice rhythm.
"Uhhh..." Josh moans, quietly pleased.
"I'm just getting started," Nemeth punctuates the comment with a big slap on the ass, watching it jiggle.
He swiftly builds up his momentum, fucking with nice, steady strokes. Josh grips the top rope rocking slightly with Nemeth's motions. He looks back and sees the wrestler in deep concentration. He finds it ironic that such a cocky guy actually seemed to care about how his bottom is enjoying everything.
Nemeth grins and guides his cock into the pornstar's hole. Once in, it immediately feels choked, trapped inside of the hunk's hot, clutching body. He moves slowly, pulling it out and jamming it back in and gets into a nice rhythm. "Uhhh..." Josh moans, quietly pleased.
"I'm just getting started," Nemeth punctuates the comment with a big slap on the ass, watching it jiggle.
He swiftly builds up his momentum, fucking with nice, steady strokes. Josh grips the top rope rocking slightly with Nemeth's motions. He looks back and sees the wrestler in deep concentration. He finds it ironic that such a cocky guy actually seemed to care about how his bottom is enjoying everything.
"Uhh yeah," Nemeth moans out, clearly pleased with himself.
Hard to believe that forgetting his trunks has resulted in things escalating to him now being fucked in the ring by Nemeth. Josh notes that he will have to forget his trunks more often. He glances back again and Nemeth sees him looking. He decides to give the pornstar a little show, flexing both biceps once again. And then he slowly grinds his dick in Josh, mimicking the gesture he did during their match, only now his cock is in his hole and delivering pleasure beyond just the visual.
"UHHHHH..." Josh gets louder to signal his enjoyment.
Hard to believe that forgetting his trunks has resulted in things escalating to him now being fucked in the ring by Nemeth. Josh notes that he will have to forget his trunks more often. He glances back again and Nemeth sees him looking. He decides to give the pornstar a little show, flexing both biceps once again. And then he slowly grinds his dick in Josh, mimicking the gesture he did during their match, only now his cock is in his hole and delivering pleasure beyond just the visual.
"UHHHHH..." Josh gets louder to signal his enjoyment.
Nemeth keeps delivering, despite feeling lightheaded from their match. Josh is so tight, so hot, so fucking deep, it makes his head spin. Nemeth reaches for Josh's cock, stroking it slowly. He likes the girth, squeezing it with his fingers before jerking up and down his shaft. He feels the precum dripping from the head and pulls his hand to his face, licking it.
"Looks like you've got something you want to use," Nemeth says as he slows down.
Josh stands upright and turns to face the wrestler, surprised that the hunk would be a bottom.
Nemeth glances down and strokes Josh's cock with both hands, the warmth sends shivers down Josh's lower back. He isn't teasing him is he?
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Nemeth says as he drops to the center of the ring on his hands and knees.
Josh maneuvers over the wrestler, angling his cock up to the tight hole on display. He sinks in and hears a long groan. Nemeth exhales, "Keep going."
Josh pushes in deeper making the wrestler whine more, there had to be some pain in his voice, but until Nemeth admits it he is going to keep going as commanded. Soon he's buried into him to the hilt. Nemeth exhales a big breath, his body loosening up. And then Josh begins fucking him. Hard.
"Fuck, you like that?"
Nemeth nods as he tries to muffle another scream. Josh's relatively quiet time bottoming makes the wrestler insecure about his own screams. Like he's so sort of bitch.
"Ahhh..." Josh gets louder with his fucking, making Nemeth less embarrassed about his own noise. "That's it take it, boy."
He pushes the wrestler's head down on to the ring as he grabs both his hips to really pump into him with force. Each penetration begins with a loud smack of their skin on skin contact. The force reverberates through Nemeth's body, even his voice when he moans out. Nemeth pleads for more, desperately for Josh's power and strength to own him. He even pushes his hips in unison with Josh's cock, to lodge him in even deeper inside of his body.
Nemeth is so noisy Josh can't even tell if he's hitting his spot or not. It doesn't seem to matter, the wrestler's wide smile remains just so no matter what Josh does.
"Yeah Hollywood likes that dick, doesn't he?" Josh smirks. "Likes it real good."
"Ahh, yeah fuck me harder."
Part of Josh wonders if it's Nemeth just acting, giving a "Hollywood" performance, thinking this is what Josh would want. But the harder and faster he fucks Nemeth, his voice remains the same. And Nemeth couldn't be faking it this long, not without a brief moment or two where his performance fades. It has to be real.
Nemeth finally barks at Josh to stop -- not to finish him or announce his climax. No, he was ready to give Josh an encore. "On your back."
"Looks like you've got something you want to use," Nemeth says as he slows down.
Josh stands upright and turns to face the wrestler, surprised that the hunk would be a bottom.
Nemeth glances down and strokes Josh's cock with both hands, the warmth sends shivers down Josh's lower back. He isn't teasing him is he?
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Nemeth says as he drops to the center of the ring on his hands and knees.
Josh maneuvers over the wrestler, angling his cock up to the tight hole on display. He sinks in and hears a long groan. Nemeth exhales, "Keep going."
Josh pushes in deeper making the wrestler whine more, there had to be some pain in his voice, but until Nemeth admits it he is going to keep going as commanded. Soon he's buried into him to the hilt. Nemeth exhales a big breath, his body loosening up. And then Josh begins fucking him. Hard.
"Fuck, you like that?"
Nemeth nods as he tries to muffle another scream. Josh's relatively quiet time bottoming makes the wrestler insecure about his own screams. Like he's so sort of bitch.
"Ahhh..." Josh gets louder with his fucking, making Nemeth less embarrassed about his own noise. "That's it take it, boy."
He pushes the wrestler's head down on to the ring as he grabs both his hips to really pump into him with force. Each penetration begins with a loud smack of their skin on skin contact. The force reverberates through Nemeth's body, even his voice when he moans out. Nemeth pleads for more, desperately for Josh's power and strength to own him. He even pushes his hips in unison with Josh's cock, to lodge him in even deeper inside of his body.
Nemeth is so noisy Josh can't even tell if he's hitting his spot or not. It doesn't seem to matter, the wrestler's wide smile remains just so no matter what Josh does.
"Yeah Hollywood likes that dick, doesn't he?" Josh smirks. "Likes it real good."
"Ahh, yeah fuck me harder."
Part of Josh wonders if it's Nemeth just acting, giving a "Hollywood" performance, thinking this is what Josh would want. But the harder and faster he fucks Nemeth, his voice remains the same. And Nemeth couldn't be faking it this long, not without a brief moment or two where his performance fades. It has to be real.
Nemeth finally barks at Josh to stop -- not to finish him or announce his climax. No, he was ready to give Josh an encore. "On your back."
"Uhh... uhhh..." Josh moans, begging for more.
Nemeth gives it to him, surprised that he is so tight, skintight, feeling so perfect surrounding his cock that it is almost impossible to focus. He pays attention to the pornstar's moaning, seeing what pace, what depth, what angle elicits the most pleasure. And then a particularly deep thrust of his cock brushes up against his prostate, and Josh contracts even tighter, so much so that Nemeth thinks he's stopped breathing.
"Don't stop," Josh orders
Nemeth begins pumping faster and faster into making his moans turn up sharply into wails. Hard to believe Josh was so quiet before. The athlete pulls away and drills back in, right back into the cluster of nerves without waiting for each cry to finish. Nemeth clutches tightly and tugs at his thighs, opening Josh up even more for his thick, pulsating dick. His sweat drips down on the pornstar, the ring shaking in sync with his motions. He knows it's another five star performance for the Hollywood Hunk, but Nemeth wants more of Josh. So he releases his grip on Josh's legs and crawls between them, his face meeting the pornstar's with a teasing smile. He then licks Josh's neck while reaching behind him, stroking the pornstar's cock. And then he reclines back, plunging down on it.
"Ahhhhh..." he sighs.
Josh snaps to attention, holding on to Nemeth's ankles as the wrestler drops down on his cock, and pulls back up. The pornstar's moans are hushed as Nemeth quickens his pace, sliding over the whole length of Josh's slicked cock. He looks down and sees Josh's eyes wide, nearly popped, glittering with a good blend of amazement. His mouth still open, but it quivers uselessly, no words can properly express his feelings. He's literally speechless.
Nemeth lets gravity take him particularly hard on the downturn, his hands squeezing down on Josh's beefy chest. He pries himself up and keeps riding, driving Josh's cock into his body in quick, short bursts, his ass slapping down on him.
"Fuck yeah, boy," Josh moans out, but he sounds cut off.
The pornstar's eyes nearly roll back into his head as his cock screws deep into the athlete. He chokes down another low moan, and feels sweat beading all over his neck. He's caught up in the heat of everything, the tightness around him, the way his dick pulses with each penetration.
"Ahh yeah," Nemeth is loud enough for both of them.
He's angled himself to find that little perfect spot, becoming addicted to Josh's cock and how it wedges against his prostate. He feels Josh grip his waist, then his hips snapping up against his own. His rhythm starts off stuttery, but quickly becomes smooth as he buries himself headlong into Nemeth.
"Josh..." Nemeth rasps.
The pornstar nods, he knows exactly how he's hitting the wrestler.
"Gonna cum--" Nemeth sounds helpless as he arches back.
Nemeth rests his hands behind him, looking like he's doing a yoga pose. Josh lets out a faint laugh, proud to make the Hollywood Hunk cum first.
And then it finally hits him. Nemeth's whole body arches up, shaking badly. He shrieks loudly and his load squirts out. Josh watches in awe as more cum gushes out onto his stomach, all without the wrestler touching his cock. Both men remain still, Josh buried to the hilt in Nemeth, as the wrestler pants restlessly. He leans forward and kisses Josh, a long passionate thank you.
But Josh isn't done.
He sits up and folds Nemeth up on his back, holding his thighs open and plows into him.
"Ahh, ahh, fuck," the wrestler cries out.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh," Josh's moans get longer and louder as he nears completion.
His cock pulses, deep, heavy, each throb brings another surge of warm cum that flows through Nemeth's body—and each little burst pushing moans out of Josh's throat until he bows over, burying his face in Nemeth's neck. His hips faintly rocking as he floats in ecstasy and relief, Nemeth letting him wring his body until there isn't anything left.
"Fuck..." Josh gasps, sitting back up.
Nemeth rolls back over on his stomach and hurries to suck the bit of cum still sticking to Josh's head. The pornstar chokes in surprise, petting Nemeth's head as he goes to town. And to think, Josh was thinking Nemeth wasn't going to suck his cock after all. When the wrestler finishes he leans up and plants a sloppy kiss on the pornstar's lips.
He then stands up and puts on the pink trunks that Josh wore. He takes his blue trunks and heads out of the ring, stopping to look back, "Let me know if you ever need to borrow them again."
And then he struts out to the back, knowing that Josh is watching his every move.
If I could fuck around with one of these hunks I'd go with the beefy Josh -- I mean, how could you turn him down?
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