Blac always wanted to be a wrestler and now that he signed on for a match it feels like he's achieved one of his impossible childhood dreams. His opponent, Holland, is even kind enough to practice with him before the big show.
Holland arrives at the arena and sees Blac in the ring, donning short red shorts and his body oiled up. "You know this is just practice, eh?"
"I thought this would be a dress rehearsal," Blac says.
Holland takes off his cap -- damn he looked even sexier without it, Blac realizes -- and drops it in the corner. "I guess I better dress up then," Holland says as he grabs some baby oil and squirts it on his chest, rubbing it into his skin. Blac watches with delight, seeing the muscular man massage himself, his body that of an adonis. Blac can't believe the white boy is making him hard.
"I thought this would be a dress rehearsal," Blac says.
Holland takes off his cap -- damn he looked even sexier without it, Blac realizes -- and drops it in the corner. "I guess I better dress up then," Holland says as he grabs some baby oil and squirts it on his chest, rubbing it into his skin. Blac watches with delight, seeing the muscular man massage himself, his body that of an adonis. Blac can't believe the white boy is making him hard.
"Alright, now listen carefully," Holland approaches Blac no properly oiled. "So when the bell rings, we'll circle around and then lock up."
The two men do just that, they struggle a bit back and forth, and then Holland leads Blac through some combinations he wants to do during the match up to the finale. Even though it'll be mostly a squash match, by the time they're through Blac's head is overflowing with information -- it is a lot for him to remember, but all he can think about is Holland's hot, sweaty body coming into contact with his.
"You good?" Holland asks as he climbs out the ring.
Blac nods, as he gawks at the athlete's ass as he walks back to the locker room.
"Good, because your ass is going to be mine."
Blac isn't sure if he heard Holland correctly or just imagined him saying it -- his mind was racing trying to remember everything they went through.
The two men do just that, they struggle a bit back and forth, and then Holland leads Blac through some combinations he wants to do during the match up to the finale. Even though it'll be mostly a squash match, by the time they're through Blac's head is overflowing with information -- it is a lot for him to remember, but all he can think about is Holland's hot, sweaty body coming into contact with his.
"You good?" Holland asks as he climbs out the ring.
Blac nods, as he gawks at the athlete's ass as he walks back to the locker room.
"Good, because your ass is going to be mine."
Blac isn't sure if he heard Holland correctly or just imagined him saying it -- his mind was racing trying to remember everything they went through.
And soon enough it's time for the match. Blac feels like he's a kid who crammed for an exam, hoping his memory won't fail him. Holland can see Blac is in his head as he marches toward him and the ring. He also sees that the pornstar reapplied the body oil and how gorgeous his body is under the lights. Holland shakes off his coat and removes his cap and slaps his baton in his hand as he thinks: it's going to be a fun match.
The bell rings and the two circle around just as they practiced, but there's excitement in each of their eyes. They lock up and then Holland head butts Blac, making him stagger backwards to the ropes while holding his head. He pulls Blac toward him and hits him with a powerful lariat, sending the pornstar down on his back. He picks Blac back up again and hits a german suplex. He crawls between Blac's legs and lies on top of him for the pin, but Blac punches out after a one-count.
Holland stands back up and paces around as Blac returns to his feet. The two lock up again, but this time Holland hits Blac with a European uppercut. Blac falls back onto his hands and knees. Holland can't hide his lust staring at that ass as it crawls to the corner. He snaps out of it and charges at Blac, but the pornstar dodges the assault, sliding through the ropes to the ring's edge. He grabs Holland's head and slams it into the turnbuckle and the springboards over the ropes with a crossbody, landing on top of the wrestler. He hooks Holland's thick leg for the pin, his hand rubbing up and down the athlete's thigh -- one, two -- Holland punches out in time.
As Holland gets back up Blac continues with his offensive, hitting him with a bunch of kicks, capped off with a kick to the head. Holland drops down on his knees by the ropes and grabs them to help pull himself up. Blac gets behind Holland and tries for the belly-to-back suplex, but Holland holds the ropes, so instead of lifting him all he does is pull Holland's ass to his crotch. Holland glances back -- they didn't practice this, but fuck they should have. Blac tries again to lift the wrestler, but Holland is still holding on to the ropes, so again all Blac gets is more ass. Holland can feel Blac getting hard from this, and as good as it feels Holland knows they have a match to get back to. So he elbows Blac in the head to break the hold. Blac stumbles a few feet back but then charges at him. Holland is ready for him and opens his arms and hits the pornstar with a tilt-a-whirl slam in the middle of the ring. Blac looks dazed and crawls to the corner -- instead of admiring his ass, Holland follows him, picking him up to his feet and then lifting him up only to drop him down on his knee. But he doesn't let go of Blac after the backbreaker and instead lifts him back up and flings him across the ring with a double arm hooked suplex. Holland takes his time to go for the pin, pressing his hand on Blac's face: One, two -- the pornstar kicks out before the three-count.
Holland picks Blac up to his feet as he rises and then delivers a punch to the head. He then stuffs Blac's head between his legs and hoists him up for a big powerbomb. The ring shakes after the impact. Holland could probably put Blac away, but he wants to make sure things are really over. Blac crawls over to the ropes to pull himself up, he's beaten and bruised, but he doesn't want his time with Holland to end. Holland seems to be in the same mind state, towering over Blac, walking with him to the ropes, toying with the pornstar. Blac can sense his presence, his heart racing, and then he feels the wrestler's arms wrap around him, pulling him back to the center of the ring. He spins Blac around and hoists him up to hit the Northern Grit finisher. He folds the pornstar in half as he goes for the cover -- One, two, three! The bell rings victorious for the wrestler as he raises his hand up proudly.
The pornstar remains on his back staring at the arena ceiling. He's sweaty, tired, but horny as hell. The match is over, the fans have left -- it feels like it was all a dream: Holland's weight on top of him. Him climbing on top of the wrestler. And then he hears a gentle tap. He tilts his head up and sees Holland in the corner with his baton slapping it in the palm of his hands. "I told you that ass was gonna be mine."
So he didn't imagine him saying that! Blac rolls over on his side, giving Holland a nice view of his cakes. "Please... this is more than you can handle."
Holland drops to his knees and tugs off Blac's trunks revealing his bubbly ass in all of its glory. The thing he's been thirsting about since they practiced earlier today. He smacks his hand on the ass, squishing it between his fingers confidently. He could handle it. As he pulls his hand off, Blac bounces his cheeks, hypnotic. Holland then takes his baton and slides it in Blac.
"AHHHH..." the wrestler screeches.
"If you can't handle this, you're not going to be able to handle me," Holland explains.
"Have you heard of lube before?"
Holland crawls back to his corner and pulls out a bottle. He slicks up the baton and approaches the pornstar again. Blac is now lying on his back with his knees pulled up to his shoulders. He tilts his head forward to watch as Holland slowly inserts his baton again. This time it slides in with ease. Blac's eyes roll to the back of his head as it fills him up.
Holland grins at how easy Blac takes it and slowly thrusts the stick in him, "Yeah, that's it lad."
The wrestler licks his lips, watching Blac's facial expressions as he continues to fuck him with his baton. He pushes the baton deeper into Blac, pulling it out almost completely before thrusting it back in. He's so mesmerized by Blac he doesn't even realize he's holding his breath the entire time.
"Uhh, uhhh," Blac whimpers as Holland finds the perfect angle.
"That's right, she always does the trick," Holland boasts.
He thrusts faster, making Blac moan and squirm. If this really is a test to see if he can handle Holland he knows it's going to be one of the best fucks of his life. And from a white guy. Not only a white guy, but a white British guy. How more white could he be? As Holland pushes the baton in he twists it, making Blac press his hands on the wrestler's thighs.
"Is that too much for you? Do I need something smaller?"
Blac looks offended. He's had some of the biggest cocks in the business and now he's being asked if this wooden baton is too much for him. "Like you could handle it."
Holland slowly drags the baton out of Blac and strokes it with his hand, "You don't think I can handle this?"
Holland then pulls off his trunks and sits down, reclining back and inserts the baton into his ass. "Uhhhhh..." he exhales as half of the stick disappears in him.
Blac sits up, impressed with what he sees.
"Does it look like I can't handle it?"
With the baton still in him, Holland sits up on his hands and knees and shows the wrestler his ass -- there's no illusion or tricks -- it's in him all right. Blac grabs the end of the baton and thrusts it deeper in Holland, in awe of how the athlete takes it in stride. He even copies the twisting motion, but Holland doesn't even flinch. Holy shit.
"Yeahhhh..." Holland nods, wanting more.
Blac suddenly has an idea, which he indicates with a smirk. He gets on his hands and knees and sticks the other end of the baton in his ass.
"Oooof..." he grunts as it enters back in him.
With the baton in both men they begin rocking back and forth in sync, impaling each other. The baton disappears into both of them, pressing their ass cheeks up against each other. Louder as they move faster.
The bell rings and the two circle around just as they practiced, but there's excitement in each of their eyes. They lock up and then Holland head butts Blac, making him stagger backwards to the ropes while holding his head. He pulls Blac toward him and hits him with a powerful lariat, sending the pornstar down on his back. He picks Blac back up again and hits a german suplex. He crawls between Blac's legs and lies on top of him for the pin, but Blac punches out after a one-count.
Holland stands back up and paces around as Blac returns to his feet. The two lock up again, but this time Holland hits Blac with a European uppercut. Blac falls back onto his hands and knees. Holland can't hide his lust staring at that ass as it crawls to the corner. He snaps out of it and charges at Blac, but the pornstar dodges the assault, sliding through the ropes to the ring's edge. He grabs Holland's head and slams it into the turnbuckle and the springboards over the ropes with a crossbody, landing on top of the wrestler. He hooks Holland's thick leg for the pin, his hand rubbing up and down the athlete's thigh -- one, two -- Holland punches out in time.
As Holland gets back up Blac continues with his offensive, hitting him with a bunch of kicks, capped off with a kick to the head. Holland drops down on his knees by the ropes and grabs them to help pull himself up. Blac gets behind Holland and tries for the belly-to-back suplex, but Holland holds the ropes, so instead of lifting him all he does is pull Holland's ass to his crotch. Holland glances back -- they didn't practice this, but fuck they should have. Blac tries again to lift the wrestler, but Holland is still holding on to the ropes, so again all Blac gets is more ass. Holland can feel Blac getting hard from this, and as good as it feels Holland knows they have a match to get back to. So he elbows Blac in the head to break the hold. Blac stumbles a few feet back but then charges at him. Holland is ready for him and opens his arms and hits the pornstar with a tilt-a-whirl slam in the middle of the ring. Blac looks dazed and crawls to the corner -- instead of admiring his ass, Holland follows him, picking him up to his feet and then lifting him up only to drop him down on his knee. But he doesn't let go of Blac after the backbreaker and instead lifts him back up and flings him across the ring with a double arm hooked suplex. Holland takes his time to go for the pin, pressing his hand on Blac's face: One, two -- the pornstar kicks out before the three-count.
Holland picks Blac up to his feet as he rises and then delivers a punch to the head. He then stuffs Blac's head between his legs and hoists him up for a big powerbomb. The ring shakes after the impact. Holland could probably put Blac away, but he wants to make sure things are really over. Blac crawls over to the ropes to pull himself up, he's beaten and bruised, but he doesn't want his time with Holland to end. Holland seems to be in the same mind state, towering over Blac, walking with him to the ropes, toying with the pornstar. Blac can sense his presence, his heart racing, and then he feels the wrestler's arms wrap around him, pulling him back to the center of the ring. He spins Blac around and hoists him up to hit the Northern Grit finisher. He folds the pornstar in half as he goes for the cover -- One, two, three! The bell rings victorious for the wrestler as he raises his hand up proudly.
So he didn't imagine him saying that! Blac rolls over on his side, giving Holland a nice view of his cakes. "Please... this is more than you can handle."
Holland drops to his knees and tugs off Blac's trunks revealing his bubbly ass in all of its glory. The thing he's been thirsting about since they practiced earlier today. He smacks his hand on the ass, squishing it between his fingers confidently. He could handle it. As he pulls his hand off, Blac bounces his cheeks, hypnotic. Holland then takes his baton and slides it in Blac.
"AHHHH..." the wrestler screeches.
"If you can't handle this, you're not going to be able to handle me," Holland explains.
"Have you heard of lube before?"
Holland crawls back to his corner and pulls out a bottle. He slicks up the baton and approaches the pornstar again. Blac is now lying on his back with his knees pulled up to his shoulders. He tilts his head forward to watch as Holland slowly inserts his baton again. This time it slides in with ease. Blac's eyes roll to the back of his head as it fills him up.
Holland grins at how easy Blac takes it and slowly thrusts the stick in him, "Yeah, that's it lad."
The wrestler licks his lips, watching Blac's facial expressions as he continues to fuck him with his baton. He pushes the baton deeper into Blac, pulling it out almost completely before thrusting it back in. He's so mesmerized by Blac he doesn't even realize he's holding his breath the entire time.
"Uhh, uhhh," Blac whimpers as Holland finds the perfect angle.
"That's right, she always does the trick," Holland boasts.
He thrusts faster, making Blac moan and squirm. If this really is a test to see if he can handle Holland he knows it's going to be one of the best fucks of his life. And from a white guy. Not only a white guy, but a white British guy. How more white could he be? As Holland pushes the baton in he twists it, making Blac press his hands on the wrestler's thighs.
"Is that too much for you? Do I need something smaller?"
Blac looks offended. He's had some of the biggest cocks in the business and now he's being asked if this wooden baton is too much for him. "Like you could handle it."
Holland slowly drags the baton out of Blac and strokes it with his hand, "You don't think I can handle this?"
Holland then pulls off his trunks and sits down, reclining back and inserts the baton into his ass. "Uhhhhh..." he exhales as half of the stick disappears in him.
Blac sits up, impressed with what he sees.
"Does it look like I can't handle it?"
With the baton still in him, Holland sits up on his hands and knees and shows the wrestler his ass -- there's no illusion or tricks -- it's in him all right. Blac grabs the end of the baton and thrusts it deeper in Holland, in awe of how the athlete takes it in stride. He even copies the twisting motion, but Holland doesn't even flinch. Holy shit.
"Yeahhhh..." Holland nods, wanting more.
Blac suddenly has an idea, which he indicates with a smirk. He gets on his hands and knees and sticks the other end of the baton in his ass.
"Oooof..." he grunts as it enters back in him.
With the baton in both men they begin rocking back and forth in sync, impaling each other. The baton disappears into both of them, pressing their ass cheeks up against each other. Louder as they move faster.
"Ahhh, fuckkk..." Holland moans. Why didn't he ever think to use the baton as a double headed dildo before?
He clenches his ass on to the baton, holding it in him so as he rocks back it's like he's fucking Blac. The pornstar jolts forward on his elbows, his eyes light up as he feels the baton push deeper into him.
"Yeah, there she goes," Holland laughs, looking back at the pornstar.
Blac breathes heavily, it's been a long time since he's been fucked with a toy, he forgot how good they could feel. Of course nothing compared to the warmth of a real dick inside him, but the way Holland is hitting him with it, the difference seemed to barely exist.
"That's it, fuck yeah," Holland roars.
Blac is curious at just how well Holland could take this baton so he begins twerk his ass, taking control over from the athlete.
"Ohhh..." Holland glances back again catching a glimpse of Blac's ass moving like magic. "Fuck, don't stop doing that."
Blac smiles to himself and continues twerking faster. He can feel the shift in Holland, his knees wobbling, the struggle to hold steady, the higher pitch of his moans. "You like that?"
"Mmm... fuck yeah..." Holland grunts.
Blac slows his twerking down and the two men resume rocking back and forth each trying to outdo the other. They moan and sigh trying to outlast the other, both getting dangerously close to cumming.
As hot as it is, Holland wants more, and so he stops first asking, "You up for the real thing?"
Holland crawls forward, pulling the baton out of Blac's ass and letting it drop to the ring. He lies on his back and pulls Blac's ass toward him, burying his face between those two giant cakes of his. He presses his lips up against Blac's hole, kissing around the rim and then teasing him with his tongue, before going in on him.
Blac shivers as he feels Holland eating his ass, and upon controlling his breathing he leans forward his eyes widen and his lips part in anticipation. He wraps his hand around the shaft and licks the underside from the base to the tip, lapping up Holland's precum. "God, you taste good!"
He can feel Holland smile with his lips pressed against his ass. Without any more hesitation Blac sticks the wrestler's dick in his mouth. He slurps it down in one swift motion, letting it pop loudly out before diving back down. He continues to devour him with passion. His tongue slides up and down while he greedily sucks on him until he realizes Holland has stopped eating his ass.
"Everything okay there?" Blac asks.
"Everything's more than okay," Holland says, his head resting on the ring. "I just want to be inside you."
Blac crawls off the wrestler and sits on his knees, "What position?"
"Dealer's choice."
Blac thinks for a second and then says, "Get in the corner."
The wrestler slides back against the turnbuckles -- he can't take his eyes off of Blac's gorgeous body as he struts on over. Once Blac stands above him, he takes a moment, allowing his eyes to wander the expanse of Holland's beefy body, gaze hungry. Holland looks up at the pornstar wondering why there's a delay.
"Having second thoughts?" he asks waving his dick.
"Bitch please."
Blac lowers himself down feeling Holland's head push deep up into him.
“Oh, fuck,” Blac gasps.
He didn't realize how much his legs are still aching from their match, finding it already a struggle to lift himself off Holland's dick and slide back down. Holland places his hands on his waist, making it a bit easier.
“Yeah? Can you take all that?” Holland asks, all smug.
Blac knows Holland is proud of how hung he is, but has this man not seen some of the videos Blac has been in? He can take a lot more than one white man's dick.
Holland can read Blac's mind, so he snaps his hips up, driving his cock deeper inside Blac.
"Oooff..." Blac exhales.
He breathes in through his nose and exhales, calming himself. He then grips the ropes on either side of Holland's head while he is being fucked up into watching the lust in Holland's eyes. The wrestler hits him with a series of rapid thrusts and then holds his dick in and slowly drags it out, only to repeat it again and again. Blac's mouth drops open, but no noise comes out, he's too much in a state of intoxicating pleasure.
"Fuck yeah," Holland nods, completely proud of himself.
Hearing the wrestler brings Blac to it, he grips the ropes firmly and starts to bounce up and down himself, using the ropes to keep his momentum. Soon he overtakes Holland's thrusts and controls the rhythm. Bouncing faster, harder. His dick slides up and down Holland's stomach to his chest, oozing with pre-cum.
"Fuckkkk..." The wrestler gives up thrusting, sliding his hands up and down Blac's back as the pornstar rides him hard.
"Ahhh," Blac whimpers, but his fast pace and the sound of their bodies colliding keep them muffled.
He keeps himself clenched up around Holland's dick, his whining louder as he is overwhelmed with pleasure. Holland moves his hands to the pornstar's waist to support him. He marvels at the bottom's control. Blac's stomach is tight and tense as he gets closer to the edge.
"Ahhh..." Blac's whimpers out in a high pitch. "Ahhhh..."
Holland strokes Blac's dick as it rubs against him. Nice girth. Hard. Holland looks up to Blac indicating he wants to see how it feels. Blac pulls himself up off of Holland and steps out of the corner, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
Holland stands up and follows Blac to the center of the ring. He wraps his arms around him, nipping at Blac's lips. The pornstar slips his tongue in Holland, still breathing heavily from the fucking. Holland doesn't want to let go of his lips as Blac's kisses are as seductive as the rest of him. Holland's hands move from Blac's ass around his thick thighs to his crotch, stroking the still hard dick.
He clenches his ass on to the baton, holding it in him so as he rocks back it's like he's fucking Blac. The pornstar jolts forward on his elbows, his eyes light up as he feels the baton push deeper into him.
"Yeah, there she goes," Holland laughs, looking back at the pornstar.
Blac breathes heavily, it's been a long time since he's been fucked with a toy, he forgot how good they could feel. Of course nothing compared to the warmth of a real dick inside him, but the way Holland is hitting him with it, the difference seemed to barely exist.
"That's it, fuck yeah," Holland roars.
Blac is curious at just how well Holland could take this baton so he begins twerk his ass, taking control over from the athlete.
"Ohhh..." Holland glances back again catching a glimpse of Blac's ass moving like magic. "Fuck, don't stop doing that."
Blac smiles to himself and continues twerking faster. He can feel the shift in Holland, his knees wobbling, the struggle to hold steady, the higher pitch of his moans. "You like that?"
"Mmm... fuck yeah..." Holland grunts.
Blac slows his twerking down and the two men resume rocking back and forth each trying to outdo the other. They moan and sigh trying to outlast the other, both getting dangerously close to cumming.
As hot as it is, Holland wants more, and so he stops first asking, "You up for the real thing?"
Blac shivers as he feels Holland eating his ass, and upon controlling his breathing he leans forward his eyes widen and his lips part in anticipation. He wraps his hand around the shaft and licks the underside from the base to the tip, lapping up Holland's precum. "God, you taste good!"
He can feel Holland smile with his lips pressed against his ass. Without any more hesitation Blac sticks the wrestler's dick in his mouth. He slurps it down in one swift motion, letting it pop loudly out before diving back down. He continues to devour him with passion. His tongue slides up and down while he greedily sucks on him until he realizes Holland has stopped eating his ass.
"Everything okay there?" Blac asks.
"Everything's more than okay," Holland says, his head resting on the ring. "I just want to be inside you."
Blac crawls off the wrestler and sits on his knees, "What position?"
"Dealer's choice."
Blac thinks for a second and then says, "Get in the corner."
The wrestler slides back against the turnbuckles -- he can't take his eyes off of Blac's gorgeous body as he struts on over. Once Blac stands above him, he takes a moment, allowing his eyes to wander the expanse of Holland's beefy body, gaze hungry. Holland looks up at the pornstar wondering why there's a delay.
"Having second thoughts?" he asks waving his dick.
"Bitch please."
Blac lowers himself down feeling Holland's head push deep up into him.
“Oh, fuck,” Blac gasps.
He didn't realize how much his legs are still aching from their match, finding it already a struggle to lift himself off Holland's dick and slide back down. Holland places his hands on his waist, making it a bit easier.
“Yeah? Can you take all that?” Holland asks, all smug.
Blac knows Holland is proud of how hung he is, but has this man not seen some of the videos Blac has been in? He can take a lot more than one white man's dick.
Holland can read Blac's mind, so he snaps his hips up, driving his cock deeper inside Blac.
"Oooff..." Blac exhales.
He breathes in through his nose and exhales, calming himself. He then grips the ropes on either side of Holland's head while he is being fucked up into watching the lust in Holland's eyes. The wrestler hits him with a series of rapid thrusts and then holds his dick in and slowly drags it out, only to repeat it again and again. Blac's mouth drops open, but no noise comes out, he's too much in a state of intoxicating pleasure.
"Fuck yeah," Holland nods, completely proud of himself.
Hearing the wrestler brings Blac to it, he grips the ropes firmly and starts to bounce up and down himself, using the ropes to keep his momentum. Soon he overtakes Holland's thrusts and controls the rhythm. Bouncing faster, harder. His dick slides up and down Holland's stomach to his chest, oozing with pre-cum.
"Fuckkkk..." The wrestler gives up thrusting, sliding his hands up and down Blac's back as the pornstar rides him hard.
"Ahhh," Blac whimpers, but his fast pace and the sound of their bodies colliding keep them muffled.
He keeps himself clenched up around Holland's dick, his whining louder as he is overwhelmed with pleasure. Holland moves his hands to the pornstar's waist to support him. He marvels at the bottom's control. Blac's stomach is tight and tense as he gets closer to the edge.
"Ahhh..." Blac's whimpers out in a high pitch. "Ahhhh..."
Holland strokes Blac's dick as it rubs against him. Nice girth. Hard. Holland looks up to Blac indicating he wants to see how it feels. Blac pulls himself up off of Holland and steps out of the corner, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
"You want some of that, do you?" Blac laughs.
"I want all of it," Holland says with confidence.
Blac tilts his head, okay then. Holland lies down on his back and spreads his legs open, inviting Blac to have his way with him. Blac sits down on his knees and pulls Holland's legs up on to his shoulders, angling his dick to his entrance. His heart is pounding, he doesn't know why, it's like he's nervous for Holland. He watches Holland's face wince as he pushes in.
"Errrr..." the wrestler grunts.
"That's just my head," Blac says, "You still want all of it?"
"Give it to me," Holland demands.
Blac watches his shaft disappear inside him with the sound of Holland's groans. But the wrestler never once pushes on Blac to have him slow or stop. "How's that feel?"
Holland nods with approval and so Blac begins thrusting into him with short strokes.
"Whewww..." Holland exhales, his face is painted with enjoyment.
Blac's hands grip his hips with near bruising strength as he switches his thrusts to long, hard, deliberate strokes. He locks eyes with Holland, who nods along telling him to keep going. Blac has to admit that Holland is surprising him. Sure it's one thing to take a toy as well as he did, but seeing him smile for that dick no matter how hard Blac goes is another level.
"Come on, give it to me!" Holland presses his hands against Blac's chest, feeling the muscle and strength of his top.
The pornstar knows just how to hit him, and soon Holland is crying out in pleasure with every thrust, feeling Blac drive deeper into him than anyone else ever has. Blac slams into him so hard his breath is fucked out of his lungs, gasping over and over again. With his ass clenching hard around the pornstar's cock, he finds it unbelievable that Blac is even better than he imagined.
Blac leans forward and buries his face in Holland's glistening shoulder, licking away the sweat, kissing up to his ear all while listening intently to the noises he makes.
He pushes himself back up, hands on the wrestler's chest, as he plows into him still maintaining his long strokes.
"Uhhh..." Holland grunts, his eyes roll back.
Blac unleashes another burst of energy drilling him hard and fast. Holland's body shakes, but he shows no hesitation in taking it. Holland screams, throat raw and barely any noise coming out but he can't help it, eyes rolling back in his head as Blac pounds him impossibly harder.
In fact, Blac can't take his eyes off Holland's dick and how it remains as hard as ever. Blac slows down to catch his breath, it's becoming much more of a workout than he expected. Holland sits up, his sweat covered muscles glowing under the lights. "Getting tired?"
Blac prides himself on his stamina and hates to admit that he's tired.
"It's okay," Holland says with sympathy. "I can take back over."
Holland pulls himself up so he's sitting in Blac's lap. As good as Holland's dick is, Blac doesn't want to let go. He presses his face into the wrestler's chest, kissing towards his nipples and then sucking on them one after the other. He feels Holland's boner rub against him as he swirls his tongue around his pec.
"Ahhhh..." Holland laughs, getting a little ticklish. "If you weren't so damn good at this, I'd think you're trying to delay things."
"You just taste so good," Blac admits.
Holland goes in for a kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths as their hands rub up and down each other's bodies and arms. Blac finally breaks away and lifts the wrestler off of him so he can turn around and offer up his ass.
Blac tilts his head, okay then. Holland lies down on his back and spreads his legs open, inviting Blac to have his way with him. Blac sits down on his knees and pulls Holland's legs up on to his shoulders, angling his dick to his entrance. His heart is pounding, he doesn't know why, it's like he's nervous for Holland. He watches Holland's face wince as he pushes in.
"Errrr..." the wrestler grunts.
"That's just my head," Blac says, "You still want all of it?"
"Give it to me," Holland demands.
Blac watches his shaft disappear inside him with the sound of Holland's groans. But the wrestler never once pushes on Blac to have him slow or stop. "How's that feel?"
Holland nods with approval and so Blac begins thrusting into him with short strokes.
"Whewww..." Holland exhales, his face is painted with enjoyment.
Blac's hands grip his hips with near bruising strength as he switches his thrusts to long, hard, deliberate strokes. He locks eyes with Holland, who nods along telling him to keep going. Blac has to admit that Holland is surprising him. Sure it's one thing to take a toy as well as he did, but seeing him smile for that dick no matter how hard Blac goes is another level.
"Come on, give it to me!" Holland presses his hands against Blac's chest, feeling the muscle and strength of his top.
The pornstar knows just how to hit him, and soon Holland is crying out in pleasure with every thrust, feeling Blac drive deeper into him than anyone else ever has. Blac slams into him so hard his breath is fucked out of his lungs, gasping over and over again. With his ass clenching hard around the pornstar's cock, he finds it unbelievable that Blac is even better than he imagined.
Blac leans forward and buries his face in Holland's glistening shoulder, licking away the sweat, kissing up to his ear all while listening intently to the noises he makes.
He pushes himself back up, hands on the wrestler's chest, as he plows into him still maintaining his long strokes.
"Uhhh..." Holland grunts, his eyes roll back.
Blac unleashes another burst of energy drilling him hard and fast. Holland's body shakes, but he shows no hesitation in taking it. Holland screams, throat raw and barely any noise coming out but he can't help it, eyes rolling back in his head as Blac pounds him impossibly harder.
In fact, Blac can't take his eyes off Holland's dick and how it remains as hard as ever. Blac slows down to catch his breath, it's becoming much more of a workout than he expected. Holland sits up, his sweat covered muscles glowing under the lights. "Getting tired?"
Blac prides himself on his stamina and hates to admit that he's tired.
"It's okay," Holland says with sympathy. "I can take back over."
Holland pulls himself up so he's sitting in Blac's lap. As good as Holland's dick is, Blac doesn't want to let go. He presses his face into the wrestler's chest, kissing towards his nipples and then sucking on them one after the other. He feels Holland's boner rub against him as he swirls his tongue around his pec.
"Ahhhh..." Holland laughs, getting a little ticklish. "If you weren't so damn good at this, I'd think you're trying to delay things."
"You just taste so good," Blac admits.
Holland goes in for a kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths as their hands rub up and down each other's bodies and arms. Blac finally breaks away and lifts the wrestler off of him so he can turn around and offer up his ass.
Holland gets on his knees and positions himself behind Blac. He kisses down his neck, feeling the pornstar's body again as Blac goes down on his hands and knees. Holland closes his eyes as he feels his dick enter Blac's ass. It's a mystery how such an ass that has been pounded by the biggest of dicks could still remain so tight for him.
"Oh yeah..." Holland opens his eyes, delighted to see Blac twerk on his dick. Much better view of the magic than when Blac did this with the baton in both of their asses.
He slaps the cheeks, watching the pornstar go at it.
Holland pulls his dick out, "I'm pre-cumming," he squirts it out on Blac's ass. "Now are you going to let me fuck you?" Holland teases.
"Come at me, boy."
Holland slides back in and puts on one hand on Blac's shoulder the other on his waist as he drills into him. No slow build, just solid fucking from the start. Blac feels the pre-cum drip down the top of his ass on to his lower back. He loved being marked by his tops, owned by him. Their skin claps together hard, getting louder the deeper Holland goes. Blac holds his head up high, enjoying the ride, "Mmm..."
Blac keeps pushing back on the dick even as Holland pounds into him.
"Want some soft strokes?"
Holland slows down and slowly buries his cock into him and then even slower pulls back out, rocking his body with the motion.
"Mmm..." Blac moans louder.
Holland then grabs Blac's neck and resumes pounding, hitting at a lower angle. Blac begins to whimper again, gasping with each penetration. Holland squeezes around his neck harder to hold him still, "Come on, I thought you can take this."
"Ohhh..." Blac whines out, a little embarrassed.
"There, there," Holland calmly rubs Blac's lower back. But just as soon as he stops he snaps his hips, beginning a new round of fucking.
Blac sinks down on to the ring, stomach flat against it. Holland keeps humping him, still hitting him from the perfect angle.
"Uh huhhh... ahhh..." Blac pants, still in disbelief that Holland hasn't cum yet himself.
Holland presses himself down on top of the pornstar, “Gonna cum for me? Cum for me, Chino, cum on,” Holland grunts right in Blac's ear.
Blac mumbles something back, but it's overtaken by a whine that Holland doesn't understand. Not that it matters, he feels his own load coming. He holds himself up and continues to drill into Blac until one final thrust and, "UGHHHHHH..."
The wrestler scrunches his eyes, holds his dick in place as he busts inside the pornstar. After a brief pause he continues to fuck, extending the waves of pleasure ripping through his body.
That is the little push Blac needs to get there, to tip over the edge. He trembles under the force of it, the pulsing deep in him almost too much. It is too much, but it feels too good to want it to stop. "Oh my god..." Blac moans out.
"Oh yeah..." Holland opens his eyes, delighted to see Blac twerk on his dick. Much better view of the magic than when Blac did this with the baton in both of their asses.
He slaps the cheeks, watching the pornstar go at it.
Holland pulls his dick out, "I'm pre-cumming," he squirts it out on Blac's ass. "Now are you going to let me fuck you?" Holland teases.
"Come at me, boy."
Holland slides back in and puts on one hand on Blac's shoulder the other on his waist as he drills into him. No slow build, just solid fucking from the start. Blac feels the pre-cum drip down the top of his ass on to his lower back. He loved being marked by his tops, owned by him. Their skin claps together hard, getting louder the deeper Holland goes. Blac holds his head up high, enjoying the ride, "Mmm..."
Blac keeps pushing back on the dick even as Holland pounds into him.
"Want some soft strokes?"
Holland slows down and slowly buries his cock into him and then even slower pulls back out, rocking his body with the motion.
"Mmm..." Blac moans louder.
Holland then grabs Blac's neck and resumes pounding, hitting at a lower angle. Blac begins to whimper again, gasping with each penetration. Holland squeezes around his neck harder to hold him still, "Come on, I thought you can take this."
"Ohhh..." Blac whines out, a little embarrassed.
"There, there," Holland calmly rubs Blac's lower back. But just as soon as he stops he snaps his hips, beginning a new round of fucking.
Blac sinks down on to the ring, stomach flat against it. Holland keeps humping him, still hitting him from the perfect angle.
"Uh huhhh... ahhh..." Blac pants, still in disbelief that Holland hasn't cum yet himself.
Holland presses himself down on top of the pornstar, “Gonna cum for me? Cum for me, Chino, cum on,” Holland grunts right in Blac's ear.
Blac mumbles something back, but it's overtaken by a whine that Holland doesn't understand. Not that it matters, he feels his own load coming. He holds himself up and continues to drill into Blac until one final thrust and, "UGHHHHHH..."
The wrestler scrunches his eyes, holds his dick in place as he busts inside the pornstar. After a brief pause he continues to fuck, extending the waves of pleasure ripping through his body.
That is the little push Blac needs to get there, to tip over the edge. He trembles under the force of it, the pulsing deep in him almost too much. It is too much, but it feels too good to want it to stop. "Oh my god..." Blac moans out.
"You ready? Cum for me, Chino," Holland demands.
"Ahhh..." Blac closes, loving hearing his name escape the wrestler's lips.
"Ahhh..." Blac closes, loving hearing his name escape the wrestler's lips.
Holland rolls him over on his back and thrusts some more. Blac doesn't even need to touch his dick as his milky white load shoots out on to his chocolatey skin.
"Ahhhhhh..." he moans out as it finally finishes.
Holland surveys the finished result, surprised to see so much cum splattered on Blac's body. It's like it had been built up for days and like a collapsing dam, leaked all over him. He laps up the semen, finding the taste to be sweeter than he expected, so he licks up some more, his tongue tickling the pornstar.
"Stop nigga," Blac pushes Holland off of him and sits back up.
Holland looks at him with a goofy look on his face. Blac tilts his head, "What?"
"Nothing," Holland blushes.
The wrestler grabs his trunks and hands Blac's his, but rolls out of the ring without putting them on. He begins walking back to the locker room when Blac calls out, "Wait!"
He looks back, Blac rushes over with the baton, "You forgot this."
Holland strokes it in his hand and then flings it to the seats. "Who needs this, when I've got this?"
His hand grabs Blac's semi hard cock and strokes it. The pornstar nods with approval, eager for the rematch.
"Ahhhhhh..." he moans out as it finally finishes.
Holland surveys the finished result, surprised to see so much cum splattered on Blac's body. It's like it had been built up for days and like a collapsing dam, leaked all over him. He laps up the semen, finding the taste to be sweeter than he expected, so he licks up some more, his tongue tickling the pornstar.
"Stop nigga," Blac pushes Holland off of him and sits back up.
Holland looks at him with a goofy look on his face. Blac tilts his head, "What?"
"Nothing," Holland blushes.
The wrestler grabs his trunks and hands Blac's his, but rolls out of the ring without putting them on. He begins walking back to the locker room when Blac calls out, "Wait!"
He looks back, Blac rushes over with the baton, "You forgot this."
Holland strokes it in his hand and then flings it to the seats. "Who needs this, when I've got this?"
His hand grabs Blac's semi hard cock and strokes it. The pornstar nods with approval, eager for the rematch.
If I could choose one of these two beefcakes to be with there'd be no way I could turn down Blac and having some of that famous muscle ass of his.
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