Riley is the 6'0 versatile performer who has a trademark bird emblem tattoo across his chest. Still it doesn't distract from his chiseled 170+ lb frame. Jaz is the young indie wrestler who has packed 210 lb of muscle on his 5'8 frame. He has made several appearances on AEW and often wrestles around the New Jersey area -- hopefully we'll be seeing his gorgeous body more and more on TV.
Jaz enters the ring with a little skip in his step. It's only when he's in the ring that he sees Riley standing across from him, and now it's his heart that skips. He looks around -- familiar with Riley's work -- is he really his opponent? The bell rings to start the match and answers Jaz's question.Jaz swallows as he circles around, hoping that Riley doesn't notice the recognition in his eyes. But the pornstar does, he always knows when he's standing across from a fan. But he's equally a fan of the indie wrestler, and finds Jaz's ripped body to be even more intimidating in person.
Jaz slides down on his knees like a college wrestler, and comes at Riley, cornering the taller man in the corner. He then lunges at him, grabbing his leg and shoving him back into the turnbuckles. Riley pushes Jaz back with more force than he realized. Jaz is equally surprised by Riley's force, and chuckles as the pornstar comes back out of the corner, looking to lock up again. This time Jaz grabs him in a side headlock and then takes him down on his back, still squeezing his bicep around Riley's neck. Riley reaches for Jaz's hair, trying to get him to break the hold, but Jaz has it firmly in place. Riley squirms around and eventually gets up on his knees, and stands, but Jaz, on his tiptoes, still has him in the hold. He elbows the wrestler in the gut and finally breaks free, then runs to the ropes and bounces back with a big boot to Jaz's head, taking the wrestler down. Riley attempts a cover, but Jaz breaks free almost immediately.
Riley stands back up and grabs at the wrestler, lifting him up in a vertical suplex. Jaz tries to shake out of it, but Riley doesn't hold him up long enough and slams him down in the center of the ring. He then stands up and deliver a couple of elbow drops on the wrestler. He picks Jaz up by the hair and whips him into the corner turnbuckles. Riley follows in after him with a big bodysplash, squashing the shorter men against the turnbuckles. It whips him across to the opposite corner to repeat the move, but Jaz grabs the top ropes and flips over Riley as he charges at him. Jaz then hits Riley with a back elbow, slumping him down, and then grabs him in a German suplex and releases him across the ring. Riley sits up holding his stomach, trying to rub away the pain. That allows Jaz to slide up behind him, wrapping his legs around Riley's waist squeezing him with all his strength. Riley panics, and tries prying him off, but Jaz starts choking him. A solid elbow to the head ends the choking, but Jaz's legs are still tight around his waist. Riley rolls around, but Jaz stays on him like glue. Finally he frees one leg and then grabs Jaz's ankle, twisting it. Now Jaz is the one screaming in pain. Jaz rolls free, letting go of Riley and holds on to his own ankle instead. Riley gets back up and marches towards Jaz eager to get some retribution. He scoops him up and hits a power slam. Riley wipes the sweat off his face taking a quick breather before focusing back on his opponent. He gets Jaz in a wristlock, and steps behind him. He hoists the wrestler up and slams him down so hard the ring shakes. He climbs on top of him, hooking the leg, but Jaz punches out after the one-count.
Riley takes his time getting back up, pulling on Jaz's hair to bring him to his feet. Jaz tries to fight back, but Riley blocks his punches and delivers a blow to his head that has Jaz wobbling on his feet. He then grabs the wrestler's waist, going behind him, but before he can lift him up, Jaz pushes them backwards, slamming Riley into the turnbuckle. He can feel the pornstar's boner rub up against his ass, as so Jaz holds the middle ropes to push himself forward and then whip himself back, slamming into Riley again. God he wishes they were naked doing this right now. He then steps forward and as Riley escapes the corner, hits him with a hip toss.
Both men get up at the same time and eye each other -- a mixture of lust and wanting to win. Jaz squats down in his wrestling position and lunge at Riley with a takedown. Riley rolls away before Jaz can do anything else, and uses the ropes to get back on his feet. They circle around again this time Riley grabs Jaz and lifts him up and drops him on his knee for an atomic drop. Jaz lets out a loud moan that Riley can only imagine sounds even hotter in the bedroom and then takes him out with a clothesline. He slides on top of him for a pin, but Jaz again punches out after one.
Riley gets behind Jaz and pulls him back up to his feet, but the wrestler hits a couple of big elbows to his head, freeing himself. He runs to the ropes and comes back at Riley, but the pornstar hits him with an arm toss and gets him in an armlock hold.
"Ahhh," Jaz scream out as much from shock as from pain.
Riley keeps applying pressure, twisting the arm, really forcing Jaz to concentrate and focus his energy. The wrestler stands back up, and pushes Riley back into the corner. Riley still holds his arm, even as Jaz presses him against the turnbuckles. Finally the ref breaks them up and Jaz looks to take a step back only to hit shoulder block on the trapped Riley. Jaz then whips him into the other corner and charges after him, but Riley dodges out of the way, so he eats the middle turnbuckle. Jaz scrambles back up and Riley pushes him to the ropes. Jaz rebounds back and flips over the bent over Riley trying to pull him down with a sunset flip. Riley remains standing and then falls down, dropping his ass on Riley. The pornstar rolls away holding his chest in pain as Jaz collects himself from all the back and forth.
The wrestler struts over to Riley, who holds on to the ropes to steady himself. Riley hits him with an elbow and then grabs Jaz's head and delivers a bulldog. Jaz lays flat in the center of the ring, Riley rolls him on his back for the cover. One. Two. Jaz kicks out in time.
Riley can't believe it. He thought he finally had him. He hurries back to his feet, but Jaz is already standing. They trade a few blows, but Riley gets the advantage and starts pushing Jaz back towards the ropes. He then lunges at the wrestler with a clothesline, flipping him over the top rope, but he doesn't see that Jaz lands on the other side of the apron. By the time Riley turns around, Jaz is waiting and spears him through the ropes. With the air taken out of him Riley bends over, allowing Jaz to flip over the rope and slide down his back, pulling him down with a backslide into a pin. Riley kicks his legs trying to break the pin, but: one, two, three -- Jaz gets the win!
Jaz doesn't remember all the steps that it took to be standing in Riley's hotel room, but here he is in his shiny red trunks, body oiled up standing inches away from the pornstar. Riley's brown eyes stare down at the muscle man in front of him, admiring every inch of him. It's funny how he's nervous to make a move right now when he has the athlete in his room. What's he going to do, walk out now?
Jaz can sense Riley's hesitation so takes it upon himself to make the first move, pressing his hands on Riley's chest rubbing down to his white trunks and slyly sliding his hands underneath them. He massages the ass cheeks and comes around cupping his balls with one hand and feeling his growing cock with the other. Riley remembers to breathe, exhaling slowly, still as nervous as he is excited.
"Fuck, you looked good in the ring man," Jaz says trying to break the ice.
"Yeah..." Riley chuckles. Yeah? That's all he's got. "So did you."
"Thanks," Jaz smiles as he slides Riley's trunks down, allowing them to drop to his ankles.
Riley leans down and kisses Jaz on the cheek, missing his lips. He proceeds to kiss down his face to his neck making it seem intentional. Jaz freezes as shivers race down his back. Riley then rubs his hands down Jaz's ass, sliding his trunks off and freeing the athlete's semihard cock. Holy fuck, Riley can't believe Jaz looks so hot naked -- no tan lines even. Riley can't take his hands off the athlete, slowly moving his hands up and down his body. Then he works his way inwards, gently kneading Jaz's chest. He smooths his hands up the sides of his pecs, and using his fingertips, starts rubbing small circles underneath his collar bone. He watches Jaz carefully, he looks calm, blissed out even. Jaz is always fond of some muscle worship, having worked quite hard to get his body to where it is. He helps guide Riley's hands back down so that he was cupping his firm pecs in each hand. Then he used his palms to apply gentle pressure to the muscles, slowly moving up and coming back down. He brushes his thumb directly over Jaz's nipple and Jaz makes a sound halfway between as gasp and a moan. Riley definitely needs to hear that again! Without thinking he brings both his hands to Jaz's nipples and starts rubbing gentle circles over them. Jaz's breathing hitches and Riley quickly realizes that his eyes are open, and that he is looking directly at him. He then pushes Riley's head toward his chest, letting the pornstar suck the pecs he's so entranced with.
"Ahhhh..." Jaz exhales as though it is a giant release for Riley to finally lick his pecs.
Riley pushes Jaz back on the bed, a little more forceful than intended, but Jaz doesn't care, he's actually turned on by the pornstar's dominance.
Riley sucks on Jaz's pecs some more, flicking his tongue on them, lapping across them, nibbling, and then squeezing them in his lips, listening to the wrestler moan out the entire time.
"Just wait til I suck your cock," Riley finally says with raised eyebrows.
"Why are you making me wait?" Jaz says, twitching.
"Fair enough," Riley smirks, and so he slides down lower to the Jersey boy's dick now erect and leaking pre-cum.
The pornstar swirls his tongue around the head, wetting it like it were a lollipop and then locking eyes with Jaz he goes down on him.
"Ohhhh..." Jaz makes tiny jerks of his hips, leg muscles tensing and relaxing.
Riley spits the dick out, stroking his saliva into the shaft, "God you taste good."
He goes back down on him, bobbing his head faster and faster, squeezing his dick in his mouth.
Jaz's eyes widen as he writhes from Riley's talents. The pornstar presses his hands on Jaz's thighs trying to hold him in place as he deep throats him.
"Ahhh... Dalton" Jaz moans out, unable to keep it all bottled inside.
Riley giggles as he resumes licking the shaft. "No, don't stop," Jaz begs.
Riley happily opens his mouth and accepts him. He swallows hard around him and swirls his tongue, keeping a hand at the base of his cock to keep him steady and work the part that wasn't in his mouth -- yet. Jaz resumes content moans and grunts, breathing heavily through his nose, enjoying the feel of Riley's mouth. But it doesn't take long for him to be writhing again, gripping hard on Riley's shoulders, but the pornstar bobs up and down taking all of him in, tuning the rest out.
"Fuck man," Jaz can't take it anymore, pulling Riley's hair to get him off his dick. "You're gonna make me cum..."
Riley grips Jaz's cock, careful not to stroke it, "It seems like you're ready for more."
Jaz nods with a smile on his face. He expects the pornstar to spread his legs open and squeeze into his hole but instead Riley climbs on the bed, hovering over Jaz's cock and slowly lowering himself on it.
“God, you’re big,” Riley grunts, as he tightens around Jaz's cock.
Jaz shrugs and takes another breath as Riley lifts himself off his dick and slides back down. The muscles in his legs still ache from the match— but Jaz's hands on his waist makes it all easier. “Yeah? You like it?” the pornstar asks with a bit of smugness.
"You're so hot," Jaz exclaims, his eyes lighting up with full sincerity.
The wrestler is used to bigger men wanting to manhandle him, fucking his muscle ass to pieces, rarely giving up their own asses. So to start things off with Riley taking his dick makes Jaz throw all his expectations out the door. He lies back on the bed, head in his hands, and watches with delight as the ass comes down on his dick, eating it up.
"Uhhh... yeah..." Riley is savoring the moment.
The pornstar is too embarrassed to look back at Jaz, still thinking about how his nerves showed when Jaz first stepped into his hotel room. Instead he's staring straight ahead, focused on his breathing as that dick fills him up over and over again. Jaz tempts him to look back with a few soft grunts, "UGHHH, ughhh..." but Riley only smiles at the wall.
"Uhhhh..." Jaz moans out again. He enjoys how tight the pornstar is, but wants more.
He sits up on his elbows and proceeds to snap his hips up, driving his cock deeper inside Riley as he pushes down.
"Ahhh..." Riley chuckles a little, excited to see Jaz get into things.
The wrestler loves how smooth his dick glides into Riley without the pornstar ever feeling too stretched or loose. It's just the perfect fit.
"Uhhh... uhhh uhhhh..." the pornstar's moans become more strained.
Jaz keeps going, and soon Riley just freezes allowing the wrestler to do all the work.
"Yeah, yeah, right there..." Riley encourages him.
No longer ashamed to look back at him, the pornstar looks over his shoulder at the wrestler, who has a determined look on his face. Jaz maintains his fast thrusts, hoping Riley will want him to fuck him properly in another position. Typical Jaz -- always setting goals.
"Fuck man, don't hurt yourself," Riley says as Jaz's face turns red.
The wrestler pumps into him a few more times and then exhales a deep breath like it were the end of a workout. Riley steps off of him, his dick still rock solid. "Here, let me..."
He gets on the bed on his knees and rolls up Jaz's legs back to his shoulders seeing that throbbing hole ready for some dick. Riley lets a drop of saliva fall down and disappear inside him and then moves his cock into position to follow it.
"Ohhh..." Jaz grunts with a big smile as Riley's head enters him. "Whew..."
He exhales another deep breath, allowing the pornstar to push in more.
"How's that feel?" Riley asks.
"Fuck man," Jaz pants, "You feel damn good."
"Yeah?" Riley gently thrusts into him. "And that?"
"Ahhh... don't tease me..."
Riley leans over the wrestler so their faces line up and watches Jaz's eyes as he begins plowing into the athlete. Jaz's eyes light up more than he's ever seen. His mouth opens, but no noise comes out. But Riley can feel him enjoying it all and accelerates his pounding, pinning the wrestler in position. He gently nips at Jaz's bottom lip as his body presses down on him. His skin is soft, still smooth and slick from the body oil. And he smells damn good.
"Ahhh..." Jaz's voice hits a bit higher.
He presses his hands on Riley's back, pushing him down on to him, wanting more.
Riley has a serious look on his face, focused on his fucking. He grinds his dick into Jaz for a good minute, Jaz writhing beneath him looking so fucking sexy. He resumes his strokes and soon finds Jaz's prostate.
"OOOOH," the wrestler squeezes him tight, not wanting to let go.
"Yeah, is that the spot?"
"Keep going," Jaz says pulling him back into him.
Riley obeys, happy to hear those soft cries escape from Jaz's lips.
"Uhh, uhh, uhhh..." Jaz whines, eyes closed, enveloped in pleasure.
Jaz doesn't know how state of bliss lasts for, as he keeps his eyes closed for what seems to be minutes all while Riley drills into him. When he finally does open them Riley has a grin on his face, "Welcome back to earth."
The pornstar then pulls Jaz up with him as he stands all while his dick remains inside. He bounces Jaz in the air on his cock a few times and then pins him by the dresser. The wrestler grips on to the furniture as he remains hanging in the air and Riley resumes fucking him.
"Ohhhh... ohhh..." Jaz gasps, appreciating the new angle.
Riley bites his lip as he continues snapping his hips, getting all the way into the wrestler, his balls smacking into his ass.
"God you feel so good," Riley gasps.
Jaz nods, the compliment seems sincere, but all he wants is Riley to find his spot again. The pornstar shifts a little, still going hard that the dresser is now rocking against the wall at force. Hopefully there's no one in the room next door. Riley doesn't care he's just as loud, still moaning and wailing as he fills Jaz up. And then he feels the athlete squeeze his arms -- that's the spot.
"Ahh--" Jaz chokes out.
Riley nods, "I know."
He keeps his aim straight and hits the spot with every thrust. Jaz's cries muffle the sound of the furniture moving. He gasps for air as if he can't get enough. Riley, growing weary of holding on to the muscle packed wrestler, scrunches his face trying to get through it. And then he concludes with one last powerful thrust that has Jaz trembling.
"Ohhhhhh..."
He holds himself in Jaz and pulls him up to his chest and throws them both on to the bed. Riley pants, he hasn't even cum yet but he's completely satisfied.
"Alright, Mr. Wrestler, show me some more of your moves..."
Jaz collects himself, excited to properly fuck the pornstar. "On your knees."
Riley crawls to the center of the bed as Jaz slides up behind him.
"That's it..."
Jaz rubs his hips soothingly and thrusts forward. Riley lets out a loud moan as the wrestler groans at the feel of Riley hot and tight around him. He gasps again as the pornstar rocks back, taking his full dick inside him before shallowly fucking himself.
“You good?” Jaz smirks as Riley arches his back even more.
He turns his head to look back at Jaz. “I’ll be real good once you get going.”
Jaz moves his hands to Riley's shoulders, rubbing them firmly making Riley moan long and high as he snaps into him.
"There you go," Riley grips the bed sheets tighter. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... fuck, fuck, ohhh yeah"
Once Jaz starts he doesn't slow down, speeding up and hitting Riley so hard he needs to hold on to his shoulders. The pornstar smiles with each thrust pleased that Jaz is able to go rough on him. The wrestler is able to keep up that bruising pace, keeping his movements quick and sharp, every stroke pitching Riley's voice higher and higher until it almost breaks.
“Fuck.... yes!”
Jaz likes the sound of that and thrusts in again just as hard, head falling back as Riley screams out more. “There, right there!” he shouts, gripping the pillowcase hard as Jaz angles back for his prostate.
Jaz lets go of his shoulders and starts smacking Riley's ass hard as he keeps pumping his cock into him. His grunts get louder, more animalistic. The clear cut image he carries so well is but a distant memory in the bedroom.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Riley is leaking onto the sheets and Jaz reaches a hand over his hip, collecting some of the precum on his thumb before stroking downward and jacking him off rapidly. He synchronizes his strokes, making Riley tremble from all that is happening to him at once. Jaz can feel his dick throb in his hand, “Fuck, I’m close, I’m gonna–” Riley whimpers before moaning loudly and cumming hard on Jaz's hand.The wrestler can't believe it, and keeps thrusting hard knowing his own climax is building. And then it hits and Jaz releases inside Riley, holding his cock buried in him.
"Ohhhhhh..."
Riley can feel the warmth inside him, and barely moves. Jaz pants heavily and gently releases Riley's hip letting him fall back against the mattress on his side while Jaz collapses next to him.
“Dude, that was…” Riley doesn't know how to finish.
And Jaz doesn't hear him, no he's too busy staring at the ceiling. He doesn't remember how he wound up here, but he'll remember everything else about the night.
If I had my choice between these two white studs there's no way I could turn down a chance to get with Jaz -- proof that good things can come in small packages.
Both men get up at the same time and eye each other -- a mixture of lust and wanting to win. Jaz squats down in his wrestling position and lunge at Riley with a takedown. Riley rolls away before Jaz can do anything else, and uses the ropes to get back on his feet. They circle around again this time Riley grabs Jaz and lifts him up and drops him on his knee for an atomic drop. Jaz lets out a loud moan that Riley can only imagine sounds even hotter in the bedroom and then takes him out with a clothesline. He slides on top of him for a pin, but Jaz again punches out after one.
Riley gets behind Jaz and pulls him back up to his feet, but the wrestler hits a couple of big elbows to his head, freeing himself. He runs to the ropes and comes back at Riley, but the pornstar hits him with an arm toss and gets him in an armlock hold.
"Ahhh," Jaz scream out as much from shock as from pain.
Riley keeps applying pressure, twisting the arm, really forcing Jaz to concentrate and focus his energy. The wrestler stands back up, and pushes Riley back into the corner. Riley still holds his arm, even as Jaz presses him against the turnbuckles. Finally the ref breaks them up and Jaz looks to take a step back only to hit shoulder block on the trapped Riley. Jaz then whips him into the other corner and charges after him, but Riley dodges out of the way, so he eats the middle turnbuckle. Jaz scrambles back up and Riley pushes him to the ropes. Jaz rebounds back and flips over the bent over Riley trying to pull him down with a sunset flip. Riley remains standing and then falls down, dropping his ass on Riley. The pornstar rolls away holding his chest in pain as Jaz collects himself from all the back and forth.
The wrestler struts over to Riley, who holds on to the ropes to steady himself. Riley hits him with an elbow and then grabs Jaz's head and delivers a bulldog. Jaz lays flat in the center of the ring, Riley rolls him on his back for the cover. One. Two. Jaz kicks out in time.
Riley can't believe it. He thought he finally had him. He hurries back to his feet, but Jaz is already standing. They trade a few blows, but Riley gets the advantage and starts pushing Jaz back towards the ropes. He then lunges at the wrestler with a clothesline, flipping him over the top rope, but he doesn't see that Jaz lands on the other side of the apron. By the time Riley turns around, Jaz is waiting and spears him through the ropes. With the air taken out of him Riley bends over, allowing Jaz to flip over the rope and slide down his back, pulling him down with a backslide into a pin. Riley kicks his legs trying to break the pin, but: one, two, three -- Jaz gets the win!
Jaz doesn't remember all the steps that it took to be standing in Riley's hotel room, but here he is in his shiny red trunks, body oiled up standing inches away from the pornstar. Riley's brown eyes stare down at the muscle man in front of him, admiring every inch of him. It's funny how he's nervous to make a move right now when he has the athlete in his room. What's he going to do, walk out now?
Jaz can sense Riley's hesitation so takes it upon himself to make the first move, pressing his hands on Riley's chest rubbing down to his white trunks and slyly sliding his hands underneath them. He massages the ass cheeks and comes around cupping his balls with one hand and feeling his growing cock with the other. Riley remembers to breathe, exhaling slowly, still as nervous as he is excited.
"Fuck, you looked good in the ring man," Jaz says trying to break the ice.
"Yeah..." Riley chuckles. Yeah? That's all he's got. "So did you."
"Thanks," Jaz smiles as he slides Riley's trunks down, allowing them to drop to his ankles.
Riley leans down and kisses Jaz on the cheek, missing his lips. He proceeds to kiss down his face to his neck making it seem intentional. Jaz freezes as shivers race down his back. Riley then rubs his hands down Jaz's ass, sliding his trunks off and freeing the athlete's semihard cock. Holy fuck, Riley can't believe Jaz looks so hot naked -- no tan lines even. Riley can't take his hands off the athlete, slowly moving his hands up and down his body. Then he works his way inwards, gently kneading Jaz's chest. He smooths his hands up the sides of his pecs, and using his fingertips, starts rubbing small circles underneath his collar bone. He watches Jaz carefully, he looks calm, blissed out even. Jaz is always fond of some muscle worship, having worked quite hard to get his body to where it is. He helps guide Riley's hands back down so that he was cupping his firm pecs in each hand. Then he used his palms to apply gentle pressure to the muscles, slowly moving up and coming back down. He brushes his thumb directly over Jaz's nipple and Jaz makes a sound halfway between as gasp and a moan. Riley definitely needs to hear that again! Without thinking he brings both his hands to Jaz's nipples and starts rubbing gentle circles over them. Jaz's breathing hitches and Riley quickly realizes that his eyes are open, and that he is looking directly at him. He then pushes Riley's head toward his chest, letting the pornstar suck the pecs he's so entranced with.
"Ahhhh..." Jaz exhales as though it is a giant release for Riley to finally lick his pecs.
Riley pushes Jaz back on the bed, a little more forceful than intended, but Jaz doesn't care, he's actually turned on by the pornstar's dominance.
Riley sucks on Jaz's pecs some more, flicking his tongue on them, lapping across them, nibbling, and then squeezing them in his lips, listening to the wrestler moan out the entire time.
"Just wait til I suck your cock," Riley finally says with raised eyebrows.
"Why are you making me wait?" Jaz says, twitching.
"Fair enough," Riley smirks, and so he slides down lower to the Jersey boy's dick now erect and leaking pre-cum.
The pornstar swirls his tongue around the head, wetting it like it were a lollipop and then locking eyes with Jaz he goes down on him.
"Ohhhh..." Jaz makes tiny jerks of his hips, leg muscles tensing and relaxing.
Riley spits the dick out, stroking his saliva into the shaft, "God you taste good."
He goes back down on him, bobbing his head faster and faster, squeezing his dick in his mouth.
Jaz's eyes widen as he writhes from Riley's talents. The pornstar presses his hands on Jaz's thighs trying to hold him in place as he deep throats him.
"Ahhh... Dalton" Jaz moans out, unable to keep it all bottled inside.
Riley giggles as he resumes licking the shaft. "No, don't stop," Jaz begs.
Riley happily opens his mouth and accepts him. He swallows hard around him and swirls his tongue, keeping a hand at the base of his cock to keep him steady and work the part that wasn't in his mouth -- yet. Jaz resumes content moans and grunts, breathing heavily through his nose, enjoying the feel of Riley's mouth. But it doesn't take long for him to be writhing again, gripping hard on Riley's shoulders, but the pornstar bobs up and down taking all of him in, tuning the rest out.
"Fuck man," Jaz can't take it anymore, pulling Riley's hair to get him off his dick. "You're gonna make me cum..."
Riley grips Jaz's cock, careful not to stroke it, "It seems like you're ready for more."
Jaz nods with a smile on his face. He expects the pornstar to spread his legs open and squeeze into his hole but instead Riley climbs on the bed, hovering over Jaz's cock and slowly lowering himself on it.
“God, you’re big,” Riley grunts, as he tightens around Jaz's cock.
Jaz shrugs and takes another breath as Riley lifts himself off his dick and slides back down. The muscles in his legs still ache from the match— but Jaz's hands on his waist makes it all easier. “Yeah? You like it?” the pornstar asks with a bit of smugness.
"You're so hot," Jaz exclaims, his eyes lighting up with full sincerity.
The wrestler is used to bigger men wanting to manhandle him, fucking his muscle ass to pieces, rarely giving up their own asses. So to start things off with Riley taking his dick makes Jaz throw all his expectations out the door. He lies back on the bed, head in his hands, and watches with delight as the ass comes down on his dick, eating it up.
"Uhhh... yeah..." Riley is savoring the moment.
The pornstar is too embarrassed to look back at Jaz, still thinking about how his nerves showed when Jaz first stepped into his hotel room. Instead he's staring straight ahead, focused on his breathing as that dick fills him up over and over again. Jaz tempts him to look back with a few soft grunts, "UGHHH, ughhh..." but Riley only smiles at the wall.
"Uhhhh..." Jaz moans out again. He enjoys how tight the pornstar is, but wants more.
He sits up on his elbows and proceeds to snap his hips up, driving his cock deeper inside Riley as he pushes down.
"Ahhh..." Riley chuckles a little, excited to see Jaz get into things.
The wrestler loves how smooth his dick glides into Riley without the pornstar ever feeling too stretched or loose. It's just the perfect fit.
"Uhhh... uhhh uhhhh..." the pornstar's moans become more strained.
Jaz keeps going, and soon Riley just freezes allowing the wrestler to do all the work.
"Yeah, yeah, right there..." Riley encourages him.
No longer ashamed to look back at him, the pornstar looks over his shoulder at the wrestler, who has a determined look on his face. Jaz maintains his fast thrusts, hoping Riley will want him to fuck him properly in another position. Typical Jaz -- always setting goals.
"Fuck man, don't hurt yourself," Riley says as Jaz's face turns red.
The wrestler pumps into him a few more times and then exhales a deep breath like it were the end of a workout. Riley steps off of him, his dick still rock solid. "Here, let me..."
He gets on the bed on his knees and rolls up Jaz's legs back to his shoulders seeing that throbbing hole ready for some dick. Riley lets a drop of saliva fall down and disappear inside him and then moves his cock into position to follow it.
"Ohhh..." Jaz grunts with a big smile as Riley's head enters him. "Whew..."
He exhales another deep breath, allowing the pornstar to push in more.
"How's that feel?" Riley asks.
"Fuck man," Jaz pants, "You feel damn good."
"Yeah?" Riley gently thrusts into him. "And that?"
"Ahhh... don't tease me..."
Riley leans over the wrestler so their faces line up and watches Jaz's eyes as he begins plowing into the athlete. Jaz's eyes light up more than he's ever seen. His mouth opens, but no noise comes out. But Riley can feel him enjoying it all and accelerates his pounding, pinning the wrestler in position. He gently nips at Jaz's bottom lip as his body presses down on him. His skin is soft, still smooth and slick from the body oil. And he smells damn good.
"Ahhh..." Jaz's voice hits a bit higher.
He presses his hands on Riley's back, pushing him down on to him, wanting more.
Riley has a serious look on his face, focused on his fucking. He grinds his dick into Jaz for a good minute, Jaz writhing beneath him looking so fucking sexy. He resumes his strokes and soon finds Jaz's prostate.
"OOOOH," the wrestler squeezes him tight, not wanting to let go.
"Yeah, is that the spot?"
"Keep going," Jaz says pulling him back into him.
Riley obeys, happy to hear those soft cries escape from Jaz's lips.
"Uhh, uhh, uhhh..." Jaz whines, eyes closed, enveloped in pleasure.
Jaz doesn't know how state of bliss lasts for, as he keeps his eyes closed for what seems to be minutes all while Riley drills into him. When he finally does open them Riley has a grin on his face, "Welcome back to earth."
The pornstar then pulls Jaz up with him as he stands all while his dick remains inside. He bounces Jaz in the air on his cock a few times and then pins him by the dresser. The wrestler grips on to the furniture as he remains hanging in the air and Riley resumes fucking him.
"Ohhhh... ohhh..." Jaz gasps, appreciating the new angle.
Riley bites his lip as he continues snapping his hips, getting all the way into the wrestler, his balls smacking into his ass.
"God you feel so good," Riley gasps.
Jaz nods, the compliment seems sincere, but all he wants is Riley to find his spot again. The pornstar shifts a little, still going hard that the dresser is now rocking against the wall at force. Hopefully there's no one in the room next door. Riley doesn't care he's just as loud, still moaning and wailing as he fills Jaz up. And then he feels the athlete squeeze his arms -- that's the spot.
"Ahh--" Jaz chokes out.
Riley nods, "I know."
He keeps his aim straight and hits the spot with every thrust. Jaz's cries muffle the sound of the furniture moving. He gasps for air as if he can't get enough. Riley, growing weary of holding on to the muscle packed wrestler, scrunches his face trying to get through it. And then he concludes with one last powerful thrust that has Jaz trembling.
"Ohhhhhh..."
He holds himself in Jaz and pulls him up to his chest and throws them both on to the bed. Riley pants, he hasn't even cum yet but he's completely satisfied.
"Alright, Mr. Wrestler, show me some more of your moves..."
Jaz collects himself, excited to properly fuck the pornstar. "On your knees."
Riley crawls to the center of the bed as Jaz slides up behind him.
"That's it..."
Jaz rubs his hips soothingly and thrusts forward. Riley lets out a loud moan as the wrestler groans at the feel of Riley hot and tight around him. He gasps again as the pornstar rocks back, taking his full dick inside him before shallowly fucking himself.
“You good?” Jaz smirks as Riley arches his back even more.
He turns his head to look back at Jaz. “I’ll be real good once you get going.”
Jaz moves his hands to Riley's shoulders, rubbing them firmly making Riley moan long and high as he snaps into him.
"There you go," Riley grips the bed sheets tighter. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... fuck, fuck, ohhh yeah"
Once Jaz starts he doesn't slow down, speeding up and hitting Riley so hard he needs to hold on to his shoulders. The pornstar smiles with each thrust pleased that Jaz is able to go rough on him. The wrestler is able to keep up that bruising pace, keeping his movements quick and sharp, every stroke pitching Riley's voice higher and higher until it almost breaks.
“Fuck.... yes!”
Jaz likes the sound of that and thrusts in again just as hard, head falling back as Riley screams out more. “There, right there!” he shouts, gripping the pillowcase hard as Jaz angles back for his prostate.
Jaz lets go of his shoulders and starts smacking Riley's ass hard as he keeps pumping his cock into him. His grunts get louder, more animalistic. The clear cut image he carries so well is but a distant memory in the bedroom.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Riley is leaking onto the sheets and Jaz reaches a hand over his hip, collecting some of the precum on his thumb before stroking downward and jacking him off rapidly. He synchronizes his strokes, making Riley tremble from all that is happening to him at once. Jaz can feel his dick throb in his hand, “Fuck, I’m close, I’m gonna–” Riley whimpers before moaning loudly and cumming hard on Jaz's hand.The wrestler can't believe it, and keeps thrusting hard knowing his own climax is building. And then it hits and Jaz releases inside Riley, holding his cock buried in him.
"Ohhhhhh..."
Riley can feel the warmth inside him, and barely moves. Jaz pants heavily and gently releases Riley's hip letting him fall back against the mattress on his side while Jaz collapses next to him.
“Dude, that was…” Riley doesn't know how to finish.
And Jaz doesn't hear him, no he's too busy staring at the ceiling. He doesn't remember how he wound up here, but he'll remember everything else about the night.
If I had my choice between these two white studs there's no way I could turn down a chance to get with Jaz -- proof that good things can come in small packages.
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