Jackson is the plant daddy of a British porn star whose scene work has lessen from studios as he makes his own content. This beefcake comes in at 5'10" and 200 lbs, and with a body (and ass) like his, it doesn't matter where he can be seen, as long as he keeps showing off. Mansoor is the sexy Saudi Arabian wrestler who stands 6 ft tall and comes in at a lean 200 lb. The twentysomething hunk has recently partnered up with Mustafa Ali, making them a pairing we didn't know we needed.
Mansoor follows Ali to the ring for his match, happy to have his partner ringside for support. After he enters the ring Mansoor goes straight to the center and slips off his coat, revealing his oiled up body, glistening under the lights. He goes to the corner and hands it to Ali turning around to face his opponent the first time -- Jackson.Jackson looks beefy in his red trunks, his ass squeezed tightly in them indicating that they may be a bit small. He offers a friendly smile to Mansoor, Mansoor smiles back thinking it's very nice of him. The bell rings and Jackson steps forward now offering a handshake for good luck. Mansoor looks back at Ali and then Jackson, the pornstar seems sincere. He clasps his hand just as Ali shouts, "No, what are you doing?!"
Jackson squeezes Mansoor's hand then hits him with a clothesline, taking him down. He crawls on top of the wrestler for the pin. One. Two. Mansoor punches up in time, his assumptions about Jackson having been proven wrong.
Jackson stays on top of Mansoor to keep his advantage, getting him in a headlock. He squeezes his bicep around his neck, choking him. Mansoor chokes out a breath, but can hear Ali tapping the ring cheering him on. He stands up and then elbows Jackson to break the hold. Jackson charges at him, but Mansoor drops down and Jackson runs over him to the ropes. He rebounds back and spears the wrestler, landing on top of him. He delivers a series of punches as Mansoor brings his arms to his face to try and block them. Jackson is pried off the wrestler and gives him a moment to stand back up.
Mansoor looks at Ali, "What is happening?"
"Stay focused--"
Jackson grabs Mansoor by the head and turns him toward him so he can hit him with an uppercut. Mansoor wobbles back into the ropes and Jackson follows it up with a superkick, that knocks the wrestler on to the ring's edge. As Mansoor stands up Jackson grabs him again and suplexes him back into the ring. He slides on top and hooks both legs for the pin, but again Mansoor kicks out in time.
The wrestler is embarrassed by his performance in front of Ali. As Jackson reaches for him again, Mansoor swats his hand away and leaps up with a dropkick knocking Jackson back on his ass. The pornstar hurries back up and charges at Mansoor, who whips him into the corner turnbuckles. Mansoor runs toward him and hits a big bodysplash, squashing Jackson against the turnbuckles. The pornstar's trunks clench up in his ass, giving him the appearance of a wedgie. They're definitely too small. Mansoor gives him a big chop across the chest and another one, making it look as red as Jackson's hair.
"That's it," Ali applauds.
Mansoor smiles smugly now that he's in control. He takes a few steps back and then runs at Jackson again, but the pornstar ducks and flips him over the ropes. Mansoor lands on the ring edge and punches Jackson in the head. He then slingshots over the rope and hits Jackson with a neckbreaker. The pornstar flops on his stomach and then scrambles to his feet and Mansoor is ready with a step-up enzuigiri kick, knocking the pornstar flat on his back. Mansoor positions himself over him and then hits a standing moonsault and then hooks Jackson's leg. One. Two. Jackson throws him off in time.
Jackson pulls himself up and ducks a clothesline attempt from Mansoor. When the wrestler turns back around to grab him, Jackson hits him with a kick to the gut. He grabs on Mansoor's tights to hoist him up for a suplex, but midair, Mansoor drops down behind him. Jackson spins around and Mansoor lifts him up, dropping him on his knee for an inverted atomic drop followed by a spinebuster. He presses his hands on Jackson's hairy chest for the pin, but the pornstar punches out after a one-count.
"You've got this," Ali claps from the corner.
Mansoor nods, he does have this, but he wants to impress Ali and make him really proud. Especially after all the time he's spent mentoring him. He picks Jackson up by the hair, getting him on his feet. But in a surprise move, Jackson drops down with a jawbreaker. Mansoor stumbles back in shock. Jackson springs back up and grabs Mansoor by the head as he springs off the middle rope with a tornado DDT. Mansoor lands on the ring hard.
"Mansoor!" Ali calls from the sides.
Jackson rolls Mansoor up, his groin right up against Mansoor's folded ass. One. Two. Mansoor kicks out.
"Stay focused," Ali coaches.
Easy for him to say, Mansoor thinks. Jackson picks his opponent back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Mansoor dashes back toward him, ducking a clothesline attempt. Mansoor rebounds off the ropes again and connects with a crossbody, squashing the momentum Jackson was building. Jackson comes at him and Mansoor shoves him towards the ropes. When Jackson comes running back Mansoor hits him with a spinning back elbow, taking him down.
"Wow!" Ali screams out impressed.
Mansoor looks at his partner and nods proudly, but Ali points him toward Jackson, trying to keep him focused on the match. Mansoor struts over, but Jackson is waiting for him and gets Mansoor with an arm drag takedown. He stays on him in a chinlock and suddenly Mansoor is panicking. Mansoor quickly stands up, to avoid having Jackson choke him out, but as they stand Jackson bends down and lifts him in a fireman's carry, hitting him with a cutter. Mansoor lays sprawled out. Jackson licks his lips as he crawls on top of him for the pin. One. Two. Three!
The bell rings, but all Mansoor can hear is "Noooo!" from Ali.
Jackson rolls off of him and raises his hands in victory as Mansoor stares up at the lights wondering what the hell just happened.
Mansoor feels safe back in the showers in Ali's arms. His partner would always be there for him, cheering him on during the matches, celebrating the wins, and, like now, consoling him over the losses. Ali can't tell if there are tears in his eyes or just water from the shower, his partner's dramatics also make it difficult to tell, still he gives Mansoor a kiss, "It's okay, you were cheated."
"What?"
"He had his feet on the ropes," Ali says.
Mansoor's anger boils through, "What the hell? Why didn't the ref see?"
Ali shakes his head, doing his best to keep Mansoor from knowing the truth -- that he lost fair and square.
"Calm down. I've got you," Ali squeezes Mansoor's body against his. "And I know exactly how to make you feel better."
Ali spins Mansoor around and pins him face first into the shower wall. Mansoor knows to spread himself open and immediately he feels Ali inside him. Ali licks his lips, "Yeah, you starting to feel better?"
"Ahhh... yes Ali... but I bet fucking you would do that to..."
"You want to fuck me?" Ali tugs on Mansoor's hair as he fucks him harder. "Will it feel as good as this though?"
He angles his dick up, knowing very well how to hit Mansoor's spot. Mansoor gasps, choking a bunch of water as Ali repeats the motion again and again, overwhelming him with a sensation that rips through his body. As Mansoor gets louder and louder Ali covers his mouth with his hands, muffling him the best he can.
"That's it, take that dick," Ali chuckles.
Mansoor glances over his shoulder to look at his partner when he sees another figure standing at the entrance to the showers. Naked. Staring. Ali glances back and sees him too: Jackson.
"What do you want?"
Jackson finally moves, coming into the shower, getting close to the two wrestlers.
"I saw how upset you were in the ring, and..." he combs Ali's wet hair behind his ear. "I thought maybe there was something I could do to make it up to you guys."
"We don't need you," Ali spits back in Jackson's face. "So leave."
"Are you sure?" Jackson takes one of Mansoor's hands and plants it on his right ass cheek.
Mansoor can't resist and gives it a squeeze. Ali swats Mansoor's hand off Jackson, "We are."
Jackson nods, retreating back to the locker room, not without giving one last look at the two athletes, winking at Mansoor.
"Can you believe him?" Ali shakes his head.
"He was just trying to be nice," Mansoor reasons, thinking that perhaps his instincts were right about Jackson after all.
"Nice? He's jealous."
Ali tries to put his cock back into Mansoor but his partner brushes him away. "Come on, let's go."
Ali hides the sting from the rejection and turns off the shower water. He slaps his hand on Mansoor's ass and ushers him back to the locker room. Both men grab their towels and dry each other off, Jackson's interruption of their moment seeming to have been forgotten. Ali wraps his towel around Mansoor's waist pulling him towards him for another embrace.
"I've got to do some promotions, but when I see you tonight we can finish what we started, okay?"
Mansoor nods and then pulls Ali's face to his for an eager kiss. Ali squeezes the water out of his hair and hurries to get changed. Mansoor slides tights back on before he's completely dry and throws on his jacket, all so he can leave with Ali before they part ways. It's only when he arrives at the hotel lobby that he sees the text on his phone:
Feel free to drop by. I'll be waiting for you. JJ
Jackson. It has to be him. The next text provided the room number which just happen to be on the penthouse floor. Mansoor steps in the elevator, debating his choices. Ali has proven to be a selfless mentor, but as their relationship grew into something more he showed himself to be more selfish. Always a top, never compromising. And now showing signs of jealousy from anyone who is nice to him.
"Fuck it," Mansoor presses the button labelled PH, his heart skipping a beat as the elevator begins rising. If Ali wants to be jealous, he'll give him a reason to be.
Mansoor stands outside Jackson's door, pacing as his rational voice starts making itself heard. Did he want to throw away everything he had with Ali? But maybe there is something more to this temptation with Jackson? Before he could step away the door to the room opens, Jackson stands there in white underwear and nothing else.
"I thought I heard someone outside..."
Mansoor immediately steps forward, putting his arms around Jackson's shoulder and closes his eyes before he gives him a kiss. Jackson nips at Mansoor’s lower lip gently, eliciting a gasp from the wrestler. A sly grin appears on the pornstar's face as he pulls Mansoor into the room, locking the door behind him. "Make yourself at home..."
He takes Mansoor's jacket and hangs it on the back of a chair, leading him to the bed that happens to be surrounded by plants. They meet for a series of languid kisses, long, everything touching. Mansoor's nerves tingle from everywhere Jackson touches him, a hand curls on his hip, a kiss to his cheek, stubble rasping against his own. Jackson ducks down to lick one of Mansoor's nipples, his tongue rolling over the hardened skin. The wrestler moans, bucking his hips up to meet Jackson's. The mixture of doubts and nerves ease in Mansoor as Jackson slides his hands around his waistband, going down to squeeze the wrestler's butt.
"Let me help you with that," Mansoor winks before stripping them off.
Jackson's eyes clearly like what they see. He kisses down the wrestler's neck to his chest, and after a detour to his pecs, down his stomach stopping just above the pubes before retracing the path back up.
"Ahhhh..." Mansoor sighs loudly, a release of lust.
"You're incredible," Jackson whispers into his ear. "Now come eat my ass."
Jackson crawls on the bed aiming his butt up and out for the wrestler. Mansoor sits on his knees and tugs the pornstar's underwear off revealing that beefy ass that Mansoor held briefly in the shower. He gives it shake, impressed with the offering. And then he bends forward, putting his lips up against his hole and kissing. Mansoor feels Jackson's thighs shaking, odd considering he was the one who made the request. Mansoor runs the flat of his tongue across the entrance, tracing lazy shapes with the tip of his tongue. His piercing drives Jackson wild, getting caught on his rim with every pass. His hands are clenched into fists, moaning loudly now despite Mansoor's fingers digging into the globes of his ass. The wrestler spears his tongue, slipping inside. Jackson clenches his eyes shut as his fists pound the bed. "Fuckkkk..." he says in disbelief, every nerve ending in his body on fire.
Mansoor swirls his tongue around inside him, faster and faster, Jackson getting an orgasm already. Mansoor finally seems satisfied and pulls away, only to spit on his ass watching the saliva drip down his crack to his hole. "Yummm..."
Jackson turns around, sitting on his knees, pulling the wrestler's face towards him, feeling his beard rough against his palms before he plants a kiss on his lips. "Let me get you ready," he says dipping down to Mansoor's crotch.
He begins by licking the head of the wrestler's cock, coating it in saliva. Mansoor breathes heavily, the blood rushing to his shaft as Jackson holds a firm grip of it. He pushes Mansoor flat on his back with his free hand, and then proceeds to move his tongue down the shaft. The wrestler writhes and pants, shutting his eyes from the power Jackson has on him with just his tongue. Mansoor feels the firm lips seal around the end of his cock while his fingers held him like slender bands of steel. And his mouth swallows him, closing hot and wet over his length. Mansoor lays gasping as Jackson drags it out of his mouth, only to immediately inhale it again.
"Fuck man," Mansoor's eyes shoot wide open, but Jackson keeps going.
The pornstar releases his grip, resting his hands on Mansoor's thighs as he bobs his head faster.
"Yes, man, wow," Mansoor pets Jackson's head, as his body trembles with excitement.
Jackson sucks him a while longer before looking up at him, "It seems like you might be ready."
Mansoor's heart skips a beat, finally he's about to top someone. It's been so long, ever since he's been with Ali he's been bottoming, and now he has Jackson's juicy ass for the taking. The pornstar lies flat on his stomach his ass angled up. Mansoor holds the cheeks open with one hand and use his other to aim his dick in between to the pornstar's hole.
"Ohhh..." Jackson moans as Mansoor's head slides past the slick wetness of his asshole. "There it is."
"Feel good?" Mansoor whispers, kissing the back of Jackson's neck.
"Fuck yeah it does..."
Mansoor pins Jackson down and accelerates his pace, his throbbing cock eager to get back into action. Soon he's throwing his whole body into each thrust, watching as Jackson's jiggling ass takes it all. Mansoor loses focus on the moment, thinking about how many times he's wanted to do this to Ali, how he's yearned to pull his partner's hair and make him scream. Now looking down at Jackson eating it all up, it isn't a bad substitute.
"Fuck yeah," Jackson moans again when Mansoor goes deep in him.
The wrestler wipes the sweat forming on his forehead and keeps going, slapping Jackson's ass checks as though they were drums that were keeping his pace.
Jackson sits up on his knees, looking back at the wrestler as he fucks him. Mansoor reaches around and pinches the pornstar's pecs.
"Ahh, fuck that's hot," Jackson confesses.
"Good," Mansoor whispers in his ear as he grinds into the ass.
As Mansoor's fucking picks up Jackson twerks his ass back on his dick, making the wrestler moan out like he were the bottom. Jackson breathes heavily making sure his back is nicely arched as he keeps impaling himself on the athlete.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Mansoor can't believe it.
He grips both his hands on the back of Jackson's neck and thrusts into him, seeking to regain control.
"Ahhh..." Jackson's head tilts up enjoying every second of it.
"Your ass is so good man," Mansoor says smacking it for emphasis.
"Uhh, yeah..." Jackson is lost in his own bliss and doesn't reply.
Their skin slaps together louder now, a steady rhythm as both men quiet down. Mansoor's balls swing wildly. His body is covered in sweat. He snaps his hips hard, nearly knocking Jackson off the bed. "Better hold on, big boy," Mansoor warns.
Jackson grips the comforter, gently rocking with Mansoor's motions. He had to admit Mansoor is just as good, if not better, than most guys he's been with. And as good as is his topping skills are, it only makes Jackson more and more curious about his bottoming skills -- what makes Mansoor so special that Ali wants him?
"You want to switch it up?" Jackson finally asks.
Mansoor pounds him a few more times, catching his breath. "Yeah, sure..." He doesn't want to be a selfish lover like Ali.
Jackson rolls over so he's on his knees. He faces the wrestler and pulls him in for a long kiss. Their bodies pressed together, dicks rubbing up against each other, hands still eager to explore each other's bodies.
"Alright get in front of me."
Doggy style it is. Jackson wraps one arm around Mansoor’s waist and pulls him up to his knees. With his other hand, he guides his cock into his entrance. The wrestler writhes and moans underneath him, trying desperately to take the thick, long, uncut cock that is prying him apart.
"Ahh, Jonas, fuck yeah..." Mansoor rocks back and forth on the dick.
Jackson allows Mansoor to take control, admiring the enthused spirit the wrestler has. This must be why Ali likes Mansoor so much -- well besides the fact that he's hot -- this energy. It's palpable. Jackson feels the need to match it, mixing up his strokes, finding ways to keep things fresh.
"Oh so good," Mansoor sucks in some air.
Jackson puts his hands on Mansoor's shoulders as he pumps his cock into him. Deep, hard strokes that make the bed squeak. Mansoor remains firm, arched back, happy to take it all.
"Yeah, right there, right there bro," Mansoor says.
They keep going for who knows how long, but eventually Jackson needs a break. "Let me ride you," Mansoor suggests, still craving that dick in his ass.
"Uhh... okay..." Jackson reclines down with his head on the pillow, holding his dick up for the wrestler.
Mansoor squats down and feels Jackson's cock pierce into him. He lets out a long groan as he takes more and more of Jackson inside him. "That's it," the pornstar smiles, slapping his ass cheeks with both hands.
Mansoor knows he looks fucking hot -- he can see it in Jackson's eyes. It's a look that's been missing from Ali. Shit, why is he thinking about him, when he's with Jackson right now? Mansoor presses his hands on Jackson's chest, the big juicy tits. He pinches his pecs which makes the pornstar respond with a series of fast strokes, so intense that Mansoor releases his hold and pinches himself.
"Ohhhh, fuckkkk me..."
Jackson bites his lip, thrusting harder up into the athlete. Mansoor's facial expressions are more than enough motivation to find the energy to go as long as you can. But he really wanted to plow into him nice and good and finish on top of him.
"Come here," Jackson sits up and pulls Mansoor in for a hug, kissing him as the wrestler gyrates on his lap.
Jackson then pushes Mansoor down on his back so he can fuck him properly. The wrestler spreads his legs wide open for the pornstar to resume plowing into him. Jackson gets his head in and pumps it back and forth, building up the momentum swiftly. Just as Mansoor gets used to it Jackson prolongs his strokes, going hard, deeper. The force pushes the wrestler back on the bed, his head hangs off the edge of the bed, his arms gripping the end of the mattress to stop moving.
"Ahhhh ooohhhh..." Mansoor's cries become higher in pitch.
Jackson knows just how to hit him right. The pornstar puts his hand in Mansoor's mouth, the wrestler sucks on his fingers, turning Jackson on even more. He's never seen someone like Mansoor, so hungry for everything.
"What the fuck?"Mansoor tilts his head back and sees his partner standing there with a look of betrayal. But he's not looking at Mansoor -- he's looking at Jackson.
"You-- you invited him here?"
"I was hoping you'd come together..."
Ali puts his hand to his forehead, he can't believe Jackson. And it's in that moment Mansoor figures it all out. All those times Ali had to go do "promotions" he's been fucking around with Jackson. "Don't stop," Mansoor puts his hand on Jackson's chest, trying to get him to focus back on the job at hand, Ali be damned.
Jackson slowly plows into him, while watching Ali approach them.
"Don't fuck him while you're talking to me!" Ali demands.
Jackson stops again, but Mansoor keeps wiggling his ass on the dick to keep it going. Ali now stands at the edge of the bed, eyes still fixed on Jackson. He puts his hand under Jackson's chin making him look him in the eyes. "You greedy motherfucker."
"Look who's talking," Mansoor replies underneath him. Jackson tries not to smile, knowing very well Mansoor has a point. "Now stop interrupting us. Either join in or leave."
As soon as the thought comes out of Mansoor's mouth he has regret. Join in. Really? Did he want his cheating partner to join in? Ali is equally surprised at Mansoor's assertiveness. Jackson shrugs, even though he's been open to the threesome from the very beginning.
"Well, okay then..." Ali slides off his pants and jumps on the bed behind Jackson.
He slides his cock in between Jackson's cheeks feeling the loosened hole. He quickly realizes that Mansoor must have fucked him. Jealous, Ali begins pounding Jackson hard, pushing him down on Mansoor. Mansoor and Jackson's moans bleed together as Ali takes command of the action, fucking harder and harder away at white ass in front of him.
"Ahh ahhh ahhhhh!" Ali's shouts drown out the other men.
Mansoor hugs Jackson, bringing him down to his chest, freeing up a view of Ali as he pounds Jackson. It's like he's fucking Mansoor, each penetration rips through Jackson and reverberates in Mansoor.
"Ah yeah, don't stop," Mansoor cries.
Jackson loves being between the two partners, feeling the energy between the two of them meet inside of him. There's a trembling of thighs. Scraping of nails on his back. It’s rougher—almost animalistic. He looks over his shoulder and can see Ali quickly becoming dazed but carries on thanks to his carnal desire. The intensity of their burn causes him to whimper. He then gets a wonderful idea.
He sits back up on his knees, shaking Ali off him briefly, "Why don't you both fuck me?"
Ali wipes the sweat off his face, waiting to see how Mansoor responds before saying anything.
"Fuck that'll be hot," Mansoor exclaims.
Ali can't tell if Mansoor is genuinely excited or if it's an over-exaggerated act to get him jealous. He's not going to show it affecting him. "Alright, climb on him."
Jackson crawls on top of Mansoor and guides the wrestler's cock into his ass.
"Ahhh yeah..." Mansoor is filled with such excitement you could confuse him for the one that's about to be double penetrated. Ali kneels behind Jackson and pushes his cock between the cheeks, rubbing against Mansoor's as it squeezes into his hole.
"UHHHH!" Jackson grunts, taking deep breaths as he adjusts to both the wrestlers in him.
"You okay?" Mansoor rubs Jackson's ass cheeks to help keep him calm.
"Yeah... you two are a lot..."
Ali and Mansoor don't even look at each other, Ali begins rocking first. Their dicks end up moving in unison, plowing into Jackson's fat ass. The pornstar feels a slight burn, but being on top of Mansoor, and Ali leaning up against his back, it only feels like heaven.
"Fuck, yeah," Jackson moans, looking down at Mansoor.
He lets some saliva drip from his mouth into the wrestler's. Mansoor glances up to check to make sure Ali didn't see that. He's unsure if he wanted him to or not... Hearing Ali's grunts as he fucks Jackson makes him forget about his betrayal. And feeling his dick rub against his inside the ass Mansoor wonders why he never suggested a threesome before. He would have been able to top and still have Ali. He wonders, does he still have Ali?
"Come on, move your hips" Ali orders Mansoor, tired of doing all the work.
It's hard, but Mansoor tries and the result makes Jackson grab on to Mansoor's arms and squeeze. "Ohhhh..."
Mansoor repeats the motion causing Jackson to make even louder noises as his prostate gets poked again. Ali thrusts harder again and soon Jackson feels like he could explode. After another bludgeon to his prostate, a moan rips from his throat. "You guys are gonna work the load out of me," Jackson alerts the men.
"Fuck yeah, cum all over me," Mansoor cheers him on.
"No, no, no, don't give up yet." Ali protests, pulling his dick out.
"It's too late," Jackson says stroking his cock as his load empties out on Mansoor's stomach.
Mansoor wipes some cum up with his fingers and licks it. Tastes good. He wipes some more and offers it to Ali, who swats it away.
"But you didn't fuck me," Ali sighs.
He pulls Jackson off Mansoor, putting him flat on his back. He strokes Jackson's cum-cover cock and presses his lips on it, sucking, doing what he can to keep the pornstar hard.
"Mustafa, I'm spent..." Jackson concedes.
"No..." Ali is determined to get what he wants. He kisses Jackson's pecs, sucking on them, doing everything he can think of to keep him in the game.
"If you want dick so bad, you can ride me..." Mansoor pipes in.
Ali pauses to consider, is this really how he wants to bottom for Mansoor for the first time? Mansoor has a mischievous grin, raising his eyebrows, sweetening the offer. Fuck it. Ali straddles on top of his partner and feels the warmth push into him.
"Ohhhh..."
"It's okay, I've got you," Mansoor puts his hands on Ali's chest, rubbing his pecs gently to help calm him.
Ali can't believe it -- Mansoor feels incredible inside him. Why did he actively work against this? He begins rocking back and forth, closing his eyes as he moans out with pleasure.
"You like that, Mustafa?" Mansoor asks with confidence.
Ali flips his head back, tossing his hair out of his face, refusing to answer. He focused on bouncing on Mansoor's cock, his butt tweaking with delight. Mansoor didn't need to hear him say it, he could tell the way Ali closed his eyes and breathed that he regretted not doing this sooner. Neither man even pays Jackson any attention now, focused on each other. Mansoor himself loves the feel of Ali's ass against his scrotum, Ali loves how Mansoor thrusts up at just the right moment in his descent.
"Uhhh, uhhh," Ali's voice vibrates out from the pounding.
He slaps his dick on Mansoor's stomach, precum dripping out like a leaky faucet.
"Don't stop, don't stop," Ali begs, closing his eyes again.
Mansoor rubs his hands on Ali's thighs and then up his abs to his chest, squeezing it tight. He grunts with each frustration, it's hard work not to just burst right there. Both men are trying to go as long as they can, neither wanting to be the reason for it to end. Finally Mansoor can't take it anymore, he pushes Ali down on his back and folds his legs in half as he plows down on from on top of him, unknowingly finishing him off the exact same way Jackson had planned to finish him.
"AHHH AHHHH," Mansoor screams out.
Ali has never seen his partner like this before, the aggression and energy. Maybe if he showed this side more often Ali wouldn't have hesitated to bottom for him. He feels his partner's dick press on his prostate again and again, and Ali lets out a big gasp before his cum squirts out back down on his chest.
"AHHHHHH..." Mansoor yells as he pounds him one last time.
Ali can feel Mansoor's cock twitch inside him as it unloads its seed. "Ahhh yeah," he chuckles, brushing Mansoor's hair out of his face.
"Holy shit, what a finish," Jackson chimes in.
The two realize he's still there, but immediately tune him out, keeping their focus on each other. Each of their transgressions with Jackson seemingly forgiven and forgotten. Mansoor climbs off of Ali who then stretches his legs out, his body covered in sweat.
Mansoor crawls off the bed and extends him a hand, helping him up. "Come on let's go back to our room and shower."
As they grab their clothes and throw them on Mansoor looks over at Jackson and gives him a wink. Jackson nods, happy to see two men in love.
"I can't wait to wash you clean," Ali says, handing Mansoor his jacket.
"Why do I smell bed?" Mansoor sniffs his armpits.
"No, so I can make you dirty all over again."
Mansoor laughs and puts his arm around Ali's shoulder, his partner. Together they walk out to a happier future together.
Tough call between these two hunks, but as sweet and adorable as Mansoor is, I don't think I could pass up an opportunity to tap the British beefcake's bubbly ass and would go with Jackson.
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