Todd stands in the corner as Mahal enters the ring, surprised at just how big the Indian wrestler is. He thought most of the wrestlers' and stats were slightly exaggerated, but in the case of Mahal it seemed very accurate. The athlete stares down Todd, finding his opponent to be in better shape than most jobbers he faced. And then the bell rings and both men stop staring and get into action.
They circle around before Todd lunges forward and they lock up. Mahal gets the advantage, putting Todd in a headlock and then flipping him down on his ass. Todd scrambles away and gets back up, charging at Mahal with a shoulder block. The wrestler stands there grinning, how cute that he thought that could take him down. Todd takes a few steps back and tries again, but still Mahal doesn't budge. Before he can step back and try a third time, Mahal grabs at him, kneeing him in the gut. He then lifts Todd up and hits a big spinebuster, slamming him hard down on to the ring. The wrestler roars with excitement before he slides on top of Todd for the pin. One. Two. The pornstar punches out in time refusing to let it be that simple of a squash match.
Mahal takes his time getting back up, staring at Todd's ripped body as the pornstar slowly picks himself back up. Mahal gives him a hand and whips Todd across the ring. Mahal bends down to flip him over his back, but Todd slows down and kicks the big man in shoulder, knocking him back. He jumps up and hits a dropkick, sending Mahal stumbling back into the ropes. Todd then charges toward him and leaps up with a head scissors takedown, finally taking the muscle man down. Todd then hits a basement dropkick, knocking Mahal flat on his back. He picks up Mahal's legs opening them up like a V. Mahal's eyes widen in the compromising position and he begs him not to. Todd savors the moment and then kicks Mahal in the gut hard. The wrestler holds his stomach and rolls to his side, but Todd pulls him back flat for the pin. He only gets a one-count as Mahal throws him off.
Both men scramble back up at the same time. Todd runs towards Mahal hoping to maintain his advantage, but Mahal swings his boot up connecting right in the kisser. Todd falls back and rolls to the corner in complete daze. As he pulls himself up to his feet Mahal grabs a hold of him and whips him across to the opposite corner. Todd hits the turnbuckles hard, and then Mahal hits a bodysplash, squashing him again against the buckles. Mahal can taste Todd's sweat on his lips and licks it up as he steps away from the corner. The pornstar staggers out, still trying to put up a fight. He swings at Mahal but the wrestler ducks and then grabs him with a swinging neckbreaker. Instead of going for a pin, Mahal picks Todd up and hits a belly to back suplex. Todd bounces off the shaking ring. He crawls towards the ropes, unaware that Mahal is stalking him with a taunting grin on his face. The wrestler then hoists himself up using the ropes and then hits a springboard knee drop on Todd. The pornstar moans out in pain as he rolls out under the rope out of the ring. He holds both his hands on the back of his head, trying to breathe. Mahal chuckles before sliding out after him. He grabs Todd and whips him, but the pornstar reverses it sending Mahal into the post. The wrestler holds his head and Todd comes at him with a clothesline, taking him down. The porn picks Mahal back up and tosses him in the ring, staring at the ass as it's in his face. He follows right after him, but Mahal is already back on his feet. He goes for a couple punches but Mahal blocks them. Todd runs back to the ropes and comes charging at him and leaps with a crossbody, but Mahal catches him. He gives the ass a nice squeeze as he lifts Todd up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He moves to the center of the ring looking to do a Samoan drop, but the pornstar squirms his way free and slides down. Mahal turns around and gets a kick to the gut followed by a couple blows to the face. He turns away but Todd grabs him by the waist. Mahal makes it to the ropes and tries to shake Todd off, but the pornstar keeps holding on. They fall backwards, with Todd on top of Mahal who is rolled up on his shoulders. Todd pulls on Mahal's trunks as he stays on top of him with the pin. One. Two. Three!
Both men scramble back up at the same time. Todd runs towards Mahal hoping to maintain his advantage, but Mahal swings his boot up connecting right in the kisser. Todd falls back and rolls to the corner in complete daze. As he pulls himself up to his feet Mahal grabs a hold of him and whips him across to the opposite corner. Todd hits the turnbuckles hard, and then Mahal hits a bodysplash, squashing him again against the buckles. Mahal can taste Todd's sweat on his lips and licks it up as he steps away from the corner. The pornstar staggers out, still trying to put up a fight. He swings at Mahal but the wrestler ducks and then grabs him with a swinging neckbreaker. Instead of going for a pin, Mahal picks Todd up and hits a belly to back suplex. Todd bounces off the shaking ring. He crawls towards the ropes, unaware that Mahal is stalking him with a taunting grin on his face. The wrestler then hoists himself up using the ropes and then hits a springboard knee drop on Todd. The pornstar moans out in pain as he rolls out under the rope out of the ring. He holds both his hands on the back of his head, trying to breathe. Mahal chuckles before sliding out after him. He grabs Todd and whips him, but the pornstar reverses it sending Mahal into the post. The wrestler holds his head and Todd comes at him with a clothesline, taking him down. The porn picks Mahal back up and tosses him in the ring, staring at the ass as it's in his face. He follows right after him, but Mahal is already back on his feet. He goes for a couple punches but Mahal blocks them. Todd runs back to the ropes and comes charging at him and leaps with a crossbody, but Mahal catches him. He gives the ass a nice squeeze as he lifts Todd up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He moves to the center of the ring looking to do a Samoan drop, but the pornstar squirms his way free and slides down. Mahal turns around and gets a kick to the gut followed by a couple blows to the face. He turns away but Todd grabs him by the waist. Mahal makes it to the ropes and tries to shake Todd off, but the pornstar keeps holding on. They fall backwards, with Todd on top of Mahal who is rolled up on his shoulders. Todd pulls on Mahal's trunks as he stays on top of him with the pin. One. Two. Three!
The pornstar jumps up in shock of his victory while Mahal lays down equally surprised by his loss.
Todd makes his way to the ropes, leaning on them for support, quite exhausted from their match. He glances over his shoulder and sees the wrestler roll over on his side, equally tired and sweaty and still a bit dazed.
Another loss. Mahal thinks back to his 3MB days, when he was able to find comfort with Slater or McIntyre (or both of them) after losing a match. Slater would offer up his ass and McIntyre would offer up his dick -- any way Mahal wanted to be cheered up with they were there for him.
"Hey."
"Hey."
He looks and up and sees Todd over to him with an extended hand to help him up. The arena is empty, it's just the two of them. And in this moment Mahal mistakes him for Slater. Maybe it's the blinding lights, maybe it's his similar frame, or maybe it's Mahal's active imagination. Whatever it is, Mahal takes Todd's hand and yanks the pornstar down, back on top of him.
"Whoa..."
Feeling their bodies collide once again, Mahal realizes what he's done. Todd presses his hands on Mahal's shoulders, pushing himself up.
"I didn't know you..."
Mahal doesn't want to hear anymore. He wraps his arms around Todd, pressing their bodies back together in sync with their lips. Mahal's stomach flutters, partially from the excitement from what's happening, and partially from the way Todd looks at him. There's an intense focus -- the only other times he's felt this from someone looking at him is when he was with Slater and McIntyre.
Todd guides Mahal's hands to his shorts and has the wrestle peel them off. Todd smiles with excitement and moves down, kissing down Mahal's neck to his chest and pecs. He sucks the wrestler's nipple in his lips and then swirls his tongue around. He feels Mahal's cock stirring and knows he's on the right track as the wrestler's breaths become deeper. Then Todd slides down Mahal's body and tugs off his trunks, revealing his massive boner. Todd wastes no time and immediately licks Mahal's cock. He makes sure to maintain eye contact as he runs down his length, circling his head.
"Tastes so good," Todd says with a moan, before going back to licking his head.
"Uhhhh..." Mahal tilts his head back with a pleased grunt.
But Todd keeps licking, despite Mahal's twitches wanting more. He remembers how good McIntyre's blowjobs were, how the Scottish stud could deep throat him without even gagging. Just picturing his former partner going down on him makes the wrestler thrust up for Todd's mouth, but Todd dodges it and goes down and sucks on his balls instead. "Quit teasing me boy," Mahal says grabbing the back of Todd's head and pulling him up to his cock. "Suck."
Todd parts his lips as he goes down Mahal's huge cock. At first, Todd struggles to take it in. Mahal can't believe the pornstar is having trouble. Just as he closes his eyes to picture McIntyre's lips around his dick, Todd attempts it again. He breathes slowly and easily sucks on his length, no choking.
"That's it..." Mahal keeps a low groan as he relaxes again.
Todd loves the encouragement, feeling Mahal's fingers brush through his hair. He bobs his head up and down, sounds of gagging making Mahal grunt. Todd works his magic with his tongue. He pauses at Mahal's sensitive head and licks it, tasting salty pre-cum, prove that his talents are still there. Hearing Mahal hissing at the pleasure, Todd keeps his work up and stroked his cock while sucking it. Mahal responds positively, legs trembling. Todd smirks to himself, never parting away from Mahal's cock as he returns further down until it reaches the back of his throat.
"Fuck yeah," Mahal tilts his head up to get a view of Todd's impressive sucking.
Feeling his length throb in the back of Todd's warm throat, Mahal is tempted to let it all out, but what fun would be in that?
"Here," Mahal pushes the white stud off his dick and sits up so he can pull him on to his lap.
There's a spark in his eyes that makes Mahal realize that Todd likes it rough. Slater liked it rough. Mahal could fold him in any position and pound his ass as hard as he wanted, and Slater would still beg for more. They lock lips and then Mahal turns him around so Todd's back presses against his chest. He shifts his position and his cock slides up into the pornstar's white ass with ease.
"Ahhhh..." Todd chokes out.
Mahal wraps his arms around him and has him bounce up and down on his lap. Todd squeezes his eyes shut each time he goes all the way down Mahal, feeling the wrestler's balls rub against his ass. He opens his eyes on the way up, moaning in the process.
"That's it, baby. Keep going for me." Mahal instructs.
Todd places his hands on Mahal's thick thighs for support and speeds up. "Fuck, you feel good," he groans.
His body becomes tight, stomach burning with pleasure.
"Fuck me good, ahhh..." Todd moans.
Mahal twists Todd slightly and sticks out his tongue, flicking it on Todd's pec.
"Ahhh... yeah... fuck..."
Mahal smiles proudly, grabbing Todd's chest in his hands, squeezing him as the pornstar rides him faster.
"Fuck... ah..." Todd moans, stroking his boner.
"Oh yeah, fucking ride it," Mahal says, holding him steady.
Todd swallows and pushes himself up and down the dick, letting it rub against his insides all the way.
"Ahhh, yes," Todd cries out.
"God damn," Mahal is impressed.
He turns Todd back around to face him and then begins thrusting up in him hard and fast. The pornstar moans without abandon as his tight hole is jackhammered. Mahal's eyes stare into his with an intensity that seems to power his fucking. Todd puts his arms on Mahal's shoulders, pressing their bodies together.
"Ahhh..." he whispers into the wrestler's ear, "Don't stop, don't..."
Mahal squeezes his ass cheeks apart, his thrusts slow but come with more power, shaking Todd's entire body with each penetration. He has no intention of stopping. He closes his eyes and presses their bodies together, thinking of all the times Slater rode him in hotel room after hotel room, begging for more. He rubs his hands through Todd's hair, feeling the short strands instead of Slater's long locks, brings him back to the moment, causing him to slow down.
"You want me to fuck you now?" Todd asks.
Mahal doesn't know what to say, still a little confused about where he is, so he just nods. Todd pushes Mahal flat on his back. As Mahal start to complain, he hushes him with a quick kiss then trails his fingers down Mahal's body feeling every ab as he makes his way to his cock. He pulls away, sitting on his knees with Mahal in front of him. He spreads Mahal's legs open like he did during their match, but finding the view much better now that the wrestler is naked.
"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" Mahal grows impatient.
Todd smirks. He finds Mahal's attitude hot. He spits on his dick and spreads it over his cock. He moves closer between Mahal's legs, lifting them and placing them on his shoulders so his hands are free to guide his cock into Mahal. Once he's fully inside, he moves his hands up Mahal's body to his chest, where Mahal holds them.
"Fuck, you feel so good in me," Mahal grins.
Todd takes the comment to mean that Mahal has adjusted and he begins to thrust.
Mahal slides a hand down, reaching for his own cock only to have Todd bat his hand away. He almost groans in frustration but Todd starts stroking and it turns into choked gasp. Todd is just out of his reach so he lets his hands fall back behind his head, as the pornstar thrusts just right.
"Fuck yeah, keep going," Mahal orders.
When Todd leans forward a little more, Mahal quickly reaches out to pull him down for a kiss, rubbing his hands through Todd's short hair. He bucks his hips as Todd leans back and quickens his pace. Mahal realizes that Todd has the moves of Slater but the power of McIntyre, a sexy combination.
"Ohhh, Romannnnn..." Mahal moans out.
"Fuck, I love how you respond to my dick," Todd smirks as he pushes back in.
He shudders at the tightness surrounding his cock and thrusts his hips, his left hand sliding around to grasp Mahal's cock. He jerks it in time to his thrusts, growling as Mahal continues to cry out his name.
"You like that Jinder?"
"Uh huh..."
"Yeah? You want me to really pound you ass?"
"Ohhhh... yes," Mahal doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, he just wants more of Todd.
Todd slides his cock back out and has Mahal position himself on his hands and knees. Mahal hangs his chest on the middle rope as he feels Todd push into him. The pornstar rubs his hand softly up and down Mahal's lower back, then grips in on Mahal's shoulder. He exhales slowly and then begins his pounding. A frenzy of brutal strokes, hitting Mahal hard.
The wrestler grunts and groans, a mixture of pleasure and pain. It brings back memories of McIntyre being rough with him. He was always harder on Mahal than Slater because Mahal could take it.
"Uhhhh," Todd grunts bringing Mahal back into the present.
"Whoa..."
Feeling their bodies collide once again, Mahal realizes what he's done. Todd presses his hands on Mahal's shoulders, pushing himself up.
"I didn't know you..."
Mahal doesn't want to hear anymore. He wraps his arms around Todd, pressing their bodies back together in sync with their lips. Mahal's stomach flutters, partially from the excitement from what's happening, and partially from the way Todd looks at him. There's an intense focus -- the only other times he's felt this from someone looking at him is when he was with Slater and McIntyre.
Todd guides Mahal's hands to his shorts and has the wrestle peel them off. Todd smiles with excitement and moves down, kissing down Mahal's neck to his chest and pecs. He sucks the wrestler's nipple in his lips and then swirls his tongue around. He feels Mahal's cock stirring and knows he's on the right track as the wrestler's breaths become deeper. Then Todd slides down Mahal's body and tugs off his trunks, revealing his massive boner. Todd wastes no time and immediately licks Mahal's cock. He makes sure to maintain eye contact as he runs down his length, circling his head.
"Tastes so good," Todd says with a moan, before going back to licking his head.
"Uhhhh..." Mahal tilts his head back with a pleased grunt.
But Todd keeps licking, despite Mahal's twitches wanting more. He remembers how good McIntyre's blowjobs were, how the Scottish stud could deep throat him without even gagging. Just picturing his former partner going down on him makes the wrestler thrust up for Todd's mouth, but Todd dodges it and goes down and sucks on his balls instead. "Quit teasing me boy," Mahal says grabbing the back of Todd's head and pulling him up to his cock. "Suck."
Todd parts his lips as he goes down Mahal's huge cock. At first, Todd struggles to take it in. Mahal can't believe the pornstar is having trouble. Just as he closes his eyes to picture McIntyre's lips around his dick, Todd attempts it again. He breathes slowly and easily sucks on his length, no choking.
"That's it..." Mahal keeps a low groan as he relaxes again.
Todd loves the encouragement, feeling Mahal's fingers brush through his hair. He bobs his head up and down, sounds of gagging making Mahal grunt. Todd works his magic with his tongue. He pauses at Mahal's sensitive head and licks it, tasting salty pre-cum, prove that his talents are still there. Hearing Mahal hissing at the pleasure, Todd keeps his work up and stroked his cock while sucking it. Mahal responds positively, legs trembling. Todd smirks to himself, never parting away from Mahal's cock as he returns further down until it reaches the back of his throat.
"Fuck yeah," Mahal tilts his head up to get a view of Todd's impressive sucking.
Feeling his length throb in the back of Todd's warm throat, Mahal is tempted to let it all out, but what fun would be in that?
"Here," Mahal pushes the white stud off his dick and sits up so he can pull him on to his lap.
There's a spark in his eyes that makes Mahal realize that Todd likes it rough. Slater liked it rough. Mahal could fold him in any position and pound his ass as hard as he wanted, and Slater would still beg for more. They lock lips and then Mahal turns him around so Todd's back presses against his chest. He shifts his position and his cock slides up into the pornstar's white ass with ease.
"Ahhhh..." Todd chokes out.
Mahal wraps his arms around him and has him bounce up and down on his lap. Todd squeezes his eyes shut each time he goes all the way down Mahal, feeling the wrestler's balls rub against his ass. He opens his eyes on the way up, moaning in the process.
"That's it, baby. Keep going for me." Mahal instructs.
Todd places his hands on Mahal's thick thighs for support and speeds up. "Fuck, you feel good," he groans.
His body becomes tight, stomach burning with pleasure.
"Fuck me good, ahhh..." Todd moans.
Mahal twists Todd slightly and sticks out his tongue, flicking it on Todd's pec.
"Ahhh... yeah... fuck..."
Mahal smiles proudly, grabbing Todd's chest in his hands, squeezing him as the pornstar rides him faster.
"Fuck... ah..." Todd moans, stroking his boner.
"Oh yeah, fucking ride it," Mahal says, holding him steady.
Todd swallows and pushes himself up and down the dick, letting it rub against his insides all the way.
"Ahhh, yes," Todd cries out.
"God damn," Mahal is impressed.
He turns Todd back around to face him and then begins thrusting up in him hard and fast. The pornstar moans without abandon as his tight hole is jackhammered. Mahal's eyes stare into his with an intensity that seems to power his fucking. Todd puts his arms on Mahal's shoulders, pressing their bodies together.
"Ahhh..." he whispers into the wrestler's ear, "Don't stop, don't..."
Mahal squeezes his ass cheeks apart, his thrusts slow but come with more power, shaking Todd's entire body with each penetration. He has no intention of stopping. He closes his eyes and presses their bodies together, thinking of all the times Slater rode him in hotel room after hotel room, begging for more. He rubs his hands through Todd's hair, feeling the short strands instead of Slater's long locks, brings him back to the moment, causing him to slow down.
"You want me to fuck you now?" Todd asks.
Mahal doesn't know what to say, still a little confused about where he is, so he just nods. Todd pushes Mahal flat on his back. As Mahal start to complain, he hushes him with a quick kiss then trails his fingers down Mahal's body feeling every ab as he makes his way to his cock. He pulls away, sitting on his knees with Mahal in front of him. He spreads Mahal's legs open like he did during their match, but finding the view much better now that the wrestler is naked.
"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" Mahal grows impatient.
Todd smirks. He finds Mahal's attitude hot. He spits on his dick and spreads it over his cock. He moves closer between Mahal's legs, lifting them and placing them on his shoulders so his hands are free to guide his cock into Mahal. Once he's fully inside, he moves his hands up Mahal's body to his chest, where Mahal holds them.
"Fuck, you feel so good in me," Mahal grins.
Todd takes the comment to mean that Mahal has adjusted and he begins to thrust.
Mahal slides a hand down, reaching for his own cock only to have Todd bat his hand away. He almost groans in frustration but Todd starts stroking and it turns into choked gasp. Todd is just out of his reach so he lets his hands fall back behind his head, as the pornstar thrusts just right.
"Fuck yeah, keep going," Mahal orders.
When Todd leans forward a little more, Mahal quickly reaches out to pull him down for a kiss, rubbing his hands through Todd's short hair. He bucks his hips as Todd leans back and quickens his pace. Mahal realizes that Todd has the moves of Slater but the power of McIntyre, a sexy combination.
"Ohhh, Romannnnn..." Mahal moans out.
"Fuck, I love how you respond to my dick," Todd smirks as he pushes back in.
He shudders at the tightness surrounding his cock and thrusts his hips, his left hand sliding around to grasp Mahal's cock. He jerks it in time to his thrusts, growling as Mahal continues to cry out his name.
"You like that Jinder?"
"Uh huh..."
"Yeah? You want me to really pound you ass?"
"Ohhhh... yes," Mahal doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, he just wants more of Todd.
Todd slides his cock back out and has Mahal position himself on his hands and knees. Mahal hangs his chest on the middle rope as he feels Todd push into him. The pornstar rubs his hand softly up and down Mahal's lower back, then grips in on Mahal's shoulder. He exhales slowly and then begins his pounding. A frenzy of brutal strokes, hitting Mahal hard.
The wrestler grunts and groans, a mixture of pleasure and pain. It brings back memories of McIntyre being rough with him. He was always harder on Mahal than Slater because Mahal could take it.
"Uhhhh," Todd grunts bringing Mahal back into the present.
"Yeah, keep hitting it there," Mahal commands.
Todd's hands slide back to Mahal's lower back, holding him as still as possible as he jackhammers into him.
"Uhhhhh..." Mahal's voice vibrates from the penetration.
"UGHHH!" Todd cries out as his round of fucking slows down. He leans forward and kisses Mahal's neck, tasting his sweat.
And with that Mahal pushes his ass up, wiggling, making Todd moan as he slips up and down his dick.
"Ahhh, fuck yeah," Todd moans, leaving his mouth open impressed with the big man's moves.
"Yeah, fuck my dick, yeah fuck ahhh..." Todd gasps.
Mahal works the dick in his ass, clenching and releasing it at just the right moment. Todd is left panting, never fully being able to recover from his session.
"Yeah... fuck me, ahh..."
"Fuck you? You want some more dick..."
It's not what Todd meant, but with the offer on the table, who is he to deny some more of Mahal's wood?
"Give it to me Jinder."
Todd steps back and gets on his hands and knees facing the other direction. He waits for the cock to enter him, instead he feels Mahal's hands slap his ass and spread his cheeks apart. He feels the wrestler's warm breath near his hole -- now he's going to rim me? Todd just wants that big dick back in him, and agonizes over being rimmed. But then he feels Mahal's tongue slide into him and swirl around. He had never felt anything like it, and electricity runs over his body as Mahal's tongue does its tricks. The athlete knows what the fuck he is doing, that's for damn sure. Todd pictures Mahal's big muscular body bent over worshipping his ass.
"Oh fuck yeah," Todd cries out again and again.
Mahal finds Todd's tight ass to be delicious, and hearing Todd's whimpers of delight, he can't believe he nearly denied himself this. There was just too much excitement before in wanting to fuck Todd, the desire to bring back his 3MB days. He grabs handfuls of Todd's ass, moaning as his tongue darted in and out of the tight hole.
Todd's eyes flutter as Mahal finds one spot and focused on it. “Jinder, fuck me, please, need it so bad-“
Todd's dick pulses, precum flowing like it never had before -- all from a rim job. Mahal hits the right spot and sends shockwaves through Todd's body -- "FUCK!"
"If you insist," Mahal says, leaning back out.
The wrestler sits up on his knees and shoves his dick in the loosened hole.
"Oh fuck," Todd whimpers in a high pitch than he had all night.
Mahal smacks the ass he pumps his cock in with fast strokes. He remembers how he'd fuck Slater like this until they were both drenched in sweat. How Slater didn't need to moan a syllable and Mahal knew he was giving it to him perfectly.
"Oh fuck yeah, fuck me, yeah..." Todd gasps with his drawn out moans.
The pornstar disrupts Mahal's fantasy with his cries so Mahal sticks his hands around the pornstar's mouth, muffling his moans as he leans into his fucks. The only time Slater would cry out was right before he came, and when he did it was music to Mahal's ears.
"Oh yeah fuck that shit, yeah," Todd smiles.
Mahal gives up on his fantasy. Instead he focuses on the white ass in front of him. His thrusts grow faster and harder, his massive dick hammering inside Todd, hitting all the right places, and fuck, it is so incredible. Why was he thinking about Slater again? Why wasn't he enjoying Todd's ass for what it's worth. He grips Todd's hips as he hears the pornstar still gasping from the last hammering.
"You ready for it?"
"Oh fuck Jinder, don't stop," Todd begs.
Mahal chuckles and resumes hammering Todd's hole with speed and power Todd had never felt. The smaller man nearly screams as the feeling grows and grows, his untouched dick somehow getting even harder.
"O-oh, fuck Jinder, I’m about to cum, holy shit-"
Again? He still had more juice in him? Mahal doesn't respond verbally, just keeps his pace, continuing to breed Todd like it is his job.
Todd bites down on his lips, trying to stifle his moan as if that would keep him from cumming, but he can't contain his pleasure and cries out, "AHHHHHH"
And just like that his load rockets out, splattering out on the ring. Todd continues to scream as his body is wracked with more pleasure than he knows how to process, and still Mahal fucks him through it all.
“You want me to cum in you?” Mahal asks."Mhmmm," is all that Todd could mumble, his ability to speak proper sentences now fully gone away.
Mahal's breathing grows heavier and heavier. He deep dicks him once, twice, three times, driving his cock as deep as it would go as he busts inside him complete with a big groan that drowns out Todd's noises.
"AHHHHHHHHH..."
Todd feels every shot as Mahal's cock pulsed, filling up his ass with biggest load it has ever received. Todd whimpers weakly, mind and body totally shot.
Mahal catches his breath for a moment and leans forward on Todd's sweaty back. He kisses the back of his neck, "Fuck baby..."
He slowly slides out from Todd's abused hole and lies down on his back staring up at the ceiling of the arena. Todd takes a moment and then stands up over Mahal. He extends a hand to help the wrestler back up to his feet, but Mahal pulls him back down on his sweaty body. "Where do you think you're going?"
And so the two men are exactly back to where they started.
If I had my pick between these tall hunks, I'd go with Mahal
Todd's hands slide back to Mahal's lower back, holding him as still as possible as he jackhammers into him.
"Uhhhhh..." Mahal's voice vibrates from the penetration.
"UGHHH!" Todd cries out as his round of fucking slows down. He leans forward and kisses Mahal's neck, tasting his sweat.
And with that Mahal pushes his ass up, wiggling, making Todd moan as he slips up and down his dick.
"Ahhh, fuck yeah," Todd moans, leaving his mouth open impressed with the big man's moves.
"Yeah, fuck my dick, yeah fuck ahhh..." Todd gasps.
Mahal works the dick in his ass, clenching and releasing it at just the right moment. Todd is left panting, never fully being able to recover from his session.
"Yeah... fuck me, ahh..."
"Fuck you? You want some more dick..."
It's not what Todd meant, but with the offer on the table, who is he to deny some more of Mahal's wood?
"Give it to me Jinder."
Todd steps back and gets on his hands and knees facing the other direction. He waits for the cock to enter him, instead he feels Mahal's hands slap his ass and spread his cheeks apart. He feels the wrestler's warm breath near his hole -- now he's going to rim me? Todd just wants that big dick back in him, and agonizes over being rimmed. But then he feels Mahal's tongue slide into him and swirl around. He had never felt anything like it, and electricity runs over his body as Mahal's tongue does its tricks. The athlete knows what the fuck he is doing, that's for damn sure. Todd pictures Mahal's big muscular body bent over worshipping his ass.
"Oh fuck yeah," Todd cries out again and again.
Mahal finds Todd's tight ass to be delicious, and hearing Todd's whimpers of delight, he can't believe he nearly denied himself this. There was just too much excitement before in wanting to fuck Todd, the desire to bring back his 3MB days. He grabs handfuls of Todd's ass, moaning as his tongue darted in and out of the tight hole.
Todd's eyes flutter as Mahal finds one spot and focused on it. “Jinder, fuck me, please, need it so bad-“
Todd's dick pulses, precum flowing like it never had before -- all from a rim job. Mahal hits the right spot and sends shockwaves through Todd's body -- "FUCK!"
"If you insist," Mahal says, leaning back out.
The wrestler sits up on his knees and shoves his dick in the loosened hole.
"Oh fuck," Todd whimpers in a high pitch than he had all night.
Mahal smacks the ass he pumps his cock in with fast strokes. He remembers how he'd fuck Slater like this until they were both drenched in sweat. How Slater didn't need to moan a syllable and Mahal knew he was giving it to him perfectly.
"Oh fuck yeah, fuck me, yeah..." Todd gasps with his drawn out moans.
The pornstar disrupts Mahal's fantasy with his cries so Mahal sticks his hands around the pornstar's mouth, muffling his moans as he leans into his fucks. The only time Slater would cry out was right before he came, and when he did it was music to Mahal's ears.
"Oh yeah fuck that shit, yeah," Todd smiles.
Mahal gives up on his fantasy. Instead he focuses on the white ass in front of him. His thrusts grow faster and harder, his massive dick hammering inside Todd, hitting all the right places, and fuck, it is so incredible. Why was he thinking about Slater again? Why wasn't he enjoying Todd's ass for what it's worth. He grips Todd's hips as he hears the pornstar still gasping from the last hammering.
"You ready for it?"
"Oh fuck Jinder, don't stop," Todd begs.
Mahal chuckles and resumes hammering Todd's hole with speed and power Todd had never felt. The smaller man nearly screams as the feeling grows and grows, his untouched dick somehow getting even harder.
"O-oh, fuck Jinder, I’m about to cum, holy shit-"
Again? He still had more juice in him? Mahal doesn't respond verbally, just keeps his pace, continuing to breed Todd like it is his job.
Todd bites down on his lips, trying to stifle his moan as if that would keep him from cumming, but he can't contain his pleasure and cries out, "AHHHHHH"
And just like that his load rockets out, splattering out on the ring. Todd continues to scream as his body is wracked with more pleasure than he knows how to process, and still Mahal fucks him through it all.
“You want me to cum in you?” Mahal asks."Mhmmm," is all that Todd could mumble, his ability to speak proper sentences now fully gone away.
Mahal's breathing grows heavier and heavier. He deep dicks him once, twice, three times, driving his cock as deep as it would go as he busts inside him complete with a big groan that drowns out Todd's noises.
"AHHHHHHHHH..."
Todd feels every shot as Mahal's cock pulsed, filling up his ass with biggest load it has ever received. Todd whimpers weakly, mind and body totally shot.
Mahal catches his breath for a moment and leans forward on Todd's sweaty back. He kisses the back of his neck, "Fuck baby..."
He slowly slides out from Todd's abused hole and lies down on his back staring up at the ceiling of the arena. Todd takes a moment and then stands up over Mahal. He extends a hand to help the wrestler back up to his feet, but Mahal pulls him back down on his sweaty body. "Where do you think you're going?"
And so the two men are exactly back to where they started.
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