Dale stands in his corner as the lights flash and music blares announcing Garza. The wrestler wears short red trunks and is followed out by his cousin, Carrillo in matching red tights. Dale doesn't know who to look at - Garza or Carrillo - it doesn't seem like he could go wrong between the two of them -- especially if he were between the two of them.
The bell rings and Garza approaches Dale, looking down at the shorter hunk and feeling like a giant. He can tell that Dale is eyeing his cousin, but Garza wants his full attention so he makes the first move with a knife edge chop across his chest. Dale is shocked at how much it hurts, stepping back, his mouth gaping in pain. That got Dale looking at him.
Furious, Dale runs at Garza, but the wrestler takes his hand and whips Dale into the ropes. Dale comes running back at him and he tosses him up and hits a pop up kick to the gut. Dale falls back holding his gut in pain.
"Come on," Garza calls out, prompting the pornstar to scramble back up.
They stare each other down and then as Garza charges at him, Dale swings his leg up. Garza catches the kick and then knees Dale in the stomach. The pornstar wobbles backwards, managing to stay upright. But Garza comes at him with a superkick to the head that puts him down. The wrestler hurries to cover him, but Dale swings his leg up on the rope to break the count.
"You got it," Carrillo cheers on Garza from just outside the ring.
Garza takes a minute to stand back up, just before Dale is on his feet, using the ropes to hold himself up. The wrestler charges at him, but Dale dodges it, pulling the ropes down and Garza goes flying out on to the mats around the ring. Dale sees this opening and slingshots himself over the ropes on top of Garza, knocking him back down hard. Carrillo rushes over to the side to try and help his cousin, but Dale warns him not to come closer. Carrillo ignores the warning and comes at him, but Dale sidesteps him, grabbing the back of his head and smashing him into the steel stairs into the ring. Carrillo falls on his back barely conscious, while Garza is on his hands and knees still recovering from being squashed by Dale. Dale returns to his opponent and picks him up and whips him into the metal barriers. Garza moans out in pain, his arms stretched wide open, showing off his body. Dale licks his lips, admiring Garza and then grabs him by his head and tosses him back in the ring. Dale hopes up on the ring edge and climbs the turnbuckles. Garza still lays on his back in the middle of the ring and Dale leaps off with a leapfrog landing on top of him again. Garza flops around in pain, as Dale scrambles to grab him and pin him down. One. Two. Garza punches out in time.
"Come on Couz!" Carrillo calls out from the side.
Dale pulls Garza up to his feet by his hair and gets behind him, feeling much more confident in this whole wrestling endeavor. He locks his arms up behind Garza's head getting him into a master lock hold. He feels Garza's ass rub against his groin and instantly hardens. The wrestler tries shaking free, but all he's doing is grinding on Dale's package, which he admits feels good, or at least if he wasn't in pain in the hold.
"Angel, you can do this!" Carrillo cheers him on, or at least gets him to focus back on the match and not the simulated sex act (which admittedly he's jealous about.)
Garza elbows Dale in the head, twice, third time breaks the hold with Dale staggering back. Garza turns around to face him and Dale charges with a clothesline, but Garza ducks and picks up Dale and drops him down on his knee for an atomic drop. Dale holds his ass in pain as Garza gets behind him and lifts Dale on to the top turnbuckle facing backwards and strikes him a few times in the head. He then falls back, pulling Dale so he's hanging upside down totally exposed. Garza runs from the other corner back to him and hits a punt kick to the sternum, knocking him free. Dale holds himself in pain, too delirious to see Garza climbing the turnbuckles behind him. When Dale finally stands back up and turns around Garza is sailing in the air with a missile drop kick. The wrestler climbs in between Dale's legs for the pin: One, two -- Dale kicks out before the three-count.
They stare each other down and then as Garza charges at him, Dale swings his leg up. Garza catches the kick and then knees Dale in the stomach. The pornstar wobbles backwards, managing to stay upright. But Garza comes at him with a superkick to the head that puts him down. The wrestler hurries to cover him, but Dale swings his leg up on the rope to break the count.
"You got it," Carrillo cheers on Garza from just outside the ring.
Garza takes a minute to stand back up, just before Dale is on his feet, using the ropes to hold himself up. The wrestler charges at him, but Dale dodges it, pulling the ropes down and Garza goes flying out on to the mats around the ring. Dale sees this opening and slingshots himself over the ropes on top of Garza, knocking him back down hard. Carrillo rushes over to the side to try and help his cousin, but Dale warns him not to come closer. Carrillo ignores the warning and comes at him, but Dale sidesteps him, grabbing the back of his head and smashing him into the steel stairs into the ring. Carrillo falls on his back barely conscious, while Garza is on his hands and knees still recovering from being squashed by Dale. Dale returns to his opponent and picks him up and whips him into the metal barriers. Garza moans out in pain, his arms stretched wide open, showing off his body. Dale licks his lips, admiring Garza and then grabs him by his head and tosses him back in the ring. Dale hopes up on the ring edge and climbs the turnbuckles. Garza still lays on his back in the middle of the ring and Dale leaps off with a leapfrog landing on top of him again. Garza flops around in pain, as Dale scrambles to grab him and pin him down. One. Two. Garza punches out in time.
"Come on Couz!" Carrillo calls out from the side.
Dale pulls Garza up to his feet by his hair and gets behind him, feeling much more confident in this whole wrestling endeavor. He locks his arms up behind Garza's head getting him into a master lock hold. He feels Garza's ass rub against his groin and instantly hardens. The wrestler tries shaking free, but all he's doing is grinding on Dale's package, which he admits feels good, or at least if he wasn't in pain in the hold.
"Angel, you can do this!" Carrillo cheers him on, or at least gets him to focus back on the match and not the simulated sex act (which admittedly he's jealous about.)
Garza elbows Dale in the head, twice, third time breaks the hold with Dale staggering back. Garza turns around to face him and Dale charges with a clothesline, but Garza ducks and picks up Dale and drops him down on his knee for an atomic drop. Dale holds his ass in pain as Garza gets behind him and lifts Dale on to the top turnbuckle facing backwards and strikes him a few times in the head. He then falls back, pulling Dale so he's hanging upside down totally exposed. Garza runs from the other corner back to him and hits a punt kick to the sternum, knocking him free. Dale holds himself in pain, too delirious to see Garza climbing the turnbuckles behind him. When Dale finally stands back up and turns around Garza is sailing in the air with a missile drop kick. The wrestler climbs in between Dale's legs for the pin: One, two -- Dale kicks out before the three-count.
Dale rolls away to the corner, picking himself up as Garza waits across the ring for him. When he's upright Garza charges to the corner, leaping up for a bodysplash, but Dale scoots out of the way and he eats turnbuckle. Dale grabs him by the head and smashes into a turnbuckle again and again and again, and when he lets go Garza slumps down in the corner.
"Get up!" Carrillo cheers - not so much out of concern for him, but more so because he doesn't want to see what comes next.
And what comes next is Dale pulls up the back of his trunks making them into a thong and then gives him a stink face, rubbing his ass in Garza's face, smushing him against the turnbuckles. He can swear he feels Garza lick him, but when he steps back away and looks Garza looks dazed. Dale picks the wrestler back up and hits a German suplex, arching into a pin, showing off his flexibility nicely. One. Two. Garza punches out in time.
Dale stays on Garza, getting him in a headlock, choking him. Garza elbows him a couple times, and before he can break the hold, Dale whips Garza to the ropes. The wrestler bounces back and hits a crossbody, knocking Dale over. Garza gets a second wind, flipping his hair back as he stands, and whips Dale into the ropes. Dale comes back, dodging a swinging fist, but when he rebound a second time, Garza bends down and lifts him up with a flapjack. Garza doesn't go for the pin, wanting to quit playing around and finish Dale off. Garza grabs Dale from behind, feeling up and down Dale's body (now he'll quit playing around) before lifting him up and rebounding him off the top rope for an inverted suplex. He then picks Dale up and positions him in his Wing Clipper hold.
"You got it Couz!" Carrillo yells.
"Get up!" Carrillo cheers - not so much out of concern for him, but more so because he doesn't want to see what comes next.
And what comes next is Dale pulls up the back of his trunks making them into a thong and then gives him a stink face, rubbing his ass in Garza's face, smushing him against the turnbuckles. He can swear he feels Garza lick him, but when he steps back away and looks Garza looks dazed. Dale picks the wrestler back up and hits a German suplex, arching into a pin, showing off his flexibility nicely. One. Two. Garza punches out in time.
Dale stays on Garza, getting him in a headlock, choking him. Garza elbows him a couple times, and before he can break the hold, Dale whips Garza to the ropes. The wrestler bounces back and hits a crossbody, knocking Dale over. Garza gets a second wind, flipping his hair back as he stands, and whips Dale into the ropes. Dale comes back, dodging a swinging fist, but when he rebound a second time, Garza bends down and lifts him up with a flapjack. Garza doesn't go for the pin, wanting to quit playing around and finish Dale off. Garza grabs Dale from behind, feeling up and down Dale's body (now he'll quit playing around) before lifting him up and rebounding him off the top rope for an inverted suplex. He then picks Dale up and positions him in his Wing Clipper hold.
"You got it Couz!" Carrillo yells.
No shit, Garza thinks, annoyed that Carrillo won't let him pretend he's alone with Dale. But in this moment Dale squirms free and slides Garza down over his back for a pin. One. Two. Three!
Dale rolls away and looks around in shock -- he actually won. He glances down at Garza, unsure of what to do next when he sees the wrestler mouth a threatening: You're mine.
Dale reaches the locker room with Garza's words still running through his head, "You're mine." He hurries in the shower and barely dries off before he throws on some shorts and a shirt. By going as fast as possible he's hoping not to cross paths with Garza and whatever revenge he has planned for him. Just as he grabs his bag to leave, Dale bumps into someone -- he looks up and sees Carrillo.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Dale says rushing out in such a hurry that he doesn't hear Carrillo's flirty response: "Don't be."
It isn't until Dale returns to his hotel room and locks the door that he feels safe. Did Garza accidentally losing a match really upset him that much? Whatever the case he's safe now and can relax. He takes a deep breath, exhales and does just that, stripping down to his underwear and hopping in bed to watch TV.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
If I had to pick between these two bubble butts, I'd go with Dale -- his body is better and his flexibility adds a whole other element of fun -- however if Garza came as a package deal with Carrillo, it might be a different story...
Dale rolls away and looks around in shock -- he actually won. He glances down at Garza, unsure of what to do next when he sees the wrestler mouth a threatening: You're mine.
Dale reaches the locker room with Garza's words still running through his head, "You're mine." He hurries in the shower and barely dries off before he throws on some shorts and a shirt. By going as fast as possible he's hoping not to cross paths with Garza and whatever revenge he has planned for him. Just as he grabs his bag to leave, Dale bumps into someone -- he looks up and sees Carrillo.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Dale says rushing out in such a hurry that he doesn't hear Carrillo's flirty response: "Don't be."
It isn't until Dale returns to his hotel room and locks the door that he feels safe. Did Garza accidentally losing a match really upset him that much? Whatever the case he's safe now and can relax. He takes a deep breath, exhales and does just that, stripping down to his underwear and hopping in bed to watch TV.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
It's a couple hours later and the knocking startles the drowsy pornstar awake. He slides out of bed to answer the door. Not only forgetting that he is in his underwear, but also forgetting that Garza has a target on him, Dale opens the door without first looking to see who it is and is stunned to find the wrestler there.
"Hola," Garza says while holding a rose stem in his mouth.
"Uh..." Dale freezes in a panic. He can't help but be a bit turned on seeing the Mexican wrestler in tight gold trunks, body glistening with a thin layer of oil, and a sparkle in his eyes.
"Hola," Garza says while holding a rose stem in his mouth.
"Uh..." Dale freezes in a panic. He can't help but be a bit turned on seeing the Mexican wrestler in tight gold trunks, body glistening with a thin layer of oil, and a sparkle in his eyes.
Garza hands him the rose, "You're mine..."
"OHHHHH!" Dale laughs feeling absolutely stupid for confusing a flirtatious line for a threat. "Do you want to come in?"
Garza shakes his head and takes Dale's hand, "Come with me."
Dale is so smitten with Garza he fails to comment on the easy setup Garza lobbed at him. Instead he quietly follows Garza down the hall to his room at the end still wondering if he is dreaming. Garza opens the door and there's a trail of rose petals leading to the bed, candles lit on each nightstand and soft, romantic music playing. Dale holds his hands to his heart, "This is for me?"
Garza takes Dale into his arms, pressing their bodies together as he kisses him softly on the lips. Any doubts Garza had about Dale choosing his cousin over him, vanish as he feels Dale kiss him back. He then moves his mouth down Dale's neck, then back up to nibble on his ear. Dale falls back on the bed watching as Garza slides off his trunks, revealing his hard cock. Dale's eyes light up and he gives a lust-filled moan. He spreads legs wide open to welcome Garza between them, which the wrestler gladly does. They lie chest-to-chest, their mouths finding each other again as though they were lovers celebrating a reunion. Garza pulls away to lick down Dale's chest, flicking his tongue over the wet, nipples just to hear those pleasured moans again. When he reaches Dale's underwear he hooks his fingers into the waistband and gently drags them down and off, and he freezes, stunned for a second. He takes a moment just to appreciate the sight. He's seen plenty of Dale's videos, but to have the pretty cock in front of him is perfect. Dale's not the only one questioning reality.
"Holy shit," he says reverently.
Dale shivers at the praise, always a sucker for compliments on his physique. Garza bends to lap up the wetness, humming in delight as the taste of Dale overwhelms him. He hears a whimper and looks up to see the pornstar grinning with his bright, white teeth showing.
"Yes..." he gasps.
Garza slowly takes the penis into his mouth, relishing the noises he's pulling from the pornstar. He sucks and licks, taking Dale as far as he can until his nose is flush to his groin. There's heat building inside Garza and Dale's cock pulses beautifully when he pulls back to tease the slit with his tongue. He can't believe how much it's turning him on to do this, to make Dale groan in bliss and thrust helplessly into his mouth. He continues on, losing track of time, until he eventually feels Dale gently push on his shoulders.Garza then spits the dick out and crawls on top of Dale's face, aiming his cock down at the pornstar's mouth. Dale inhales it all without hesitation, not even a slight gag or choke as it reaches the back of his throat.
"Ohhh mamacita," Garza moans out while pinching his pecs.
Dale glances up to admire the wrestler's body and sees that he has his eyes closed, appearing to be in a state of total ecstasy. Pressing his pouty lips against the head of his cock head for a deep smooch, Dale then continues to lick across the crown of that big cock. He works the head with a slow, swirling motion and then takes it all back in his mouth, bobbing back and forth to the Latino lover's sighs and moans.
"Ohhh," Garza twitches like he's about to come, and swiftly pulls his dick away. "Not yet," he laughs slightly embarrassed.
Dale rests his head in his hands as Garza slides off of him to stand at the end of the bed. Dale spreads his legs wide open showing off his flexibility, inviting Garza to fuck him. The wrestler presses his hands on Dale's chest, brushing down his abs to his thighs, and holds on to them as he lines his cock up to the hole.
"Oh yes," Dale cries out as Garza's cock pushes into him.
The romantic lover in Garza swaps out for the athlete in him as he starts with fast strokes, showing that he has plenty of energy even after a match. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with Dale's cries of pleasure and Garza's growls fill the room. The faster Garza goes, the louder Dale's cries get. It doesn't take him long to find just the right angle to hit Dale's prostate and the cries shift to high pitched whimpers. Garza pictures Carrillo in his room next door hearing the sounds, jealous of Garza's ability to get what he wants. That'll teach him for trying to mess with his match. He looks back down at Dale and sees the sweat dripping off of him, so sexy. He leans down on him, pressing their bodies together as he licks the salty beads off Dale's face.
"Ahhh..." the pornstar moans, appreciating Garza slowing his pace down.Dale wraps his legs around Garza, holding him in place, as the wrestler turns back into the romantic and resumes his fucking. His pace becomes more sensual, each thrust deliberate in its motion. His heartbeat races, Garza must feel it with their bodies pressed together. Still the wrestler keeps his softer, slower pace, each penetration resulting in a long moan dragging out of Dale's lips.
As Garza goes Dale's hands slide down his back eventually reaching his rear. He squeezes it, in disbelief that it's naturally that thick. So entranced by it, Dale can't stop playing with it, prompting Garza to push himself off of Dale and ask: "You like that?"
Dale nods. Garza is used to guys wanting his ass, usually they skip foreplay and get right to it. As great as it feels to fuck Dale, he's still curious enough to want to experience bottoming for him. So he rolls off the pornstar and positions himself on his hands and knees, back arched, with his ass out for him.
Dale's hands eagerly spread his cheeks wide open happy to take his time to admire its beauty. Garza tries to stifle a moan as a finger slips against the furled muscle of his hole. The finger is replaced by something warm and wet and Garza realizes, "Oh shit" that Dale is eating him out.
The wrestler's thighs shake in no time. Dale's not doing anything more than running the flat of his tongue across his entrance, tracing shapes with the tip of his tongue. Dale can tell he is driving Garza wild, the wrestler asking for more after every pass. It's almost like nobody has rimmed Garza before, something Dale refuses to believe.
"Don't stop... si, si, si..."
Garza doesn't think Dale would stop, the stud clearly loves eating ass, but his thoughts are a jumbled mess with what Dale is doing to him. He glances back only to see the top of Dale's head, in heaven over the sensation feeling his hole easing open to the muscle of the tongue. Garza's ass has been eaten out plenty of times before, but Dale's precision is unlike anything he's ever experienced. He clenches his hands into fists, one pressing down on the bed, the other in his own hair. He's moaning freely now, can't find the wherewithal to care about keeping quiet, knowing very well his cousin next door can hear him and probably realizing that Garza and Dale are going to have a very long night together. He can't wait to tell Carrillo all the details tomorrow.
Dale slurps his tongue past his hole again and then stands back up. He rubs his dick between those fat cheeks, gradually building up momentum.
"Fuck me, papi," Garza begs.
"Let me see you ask for it," Dale says as he rolls Garza over on his back.
"Give it to me!"
Dale grabs his dick with one hand and pushes into Garza, surprised that such a gorgeous ass that's been fucked time and time again could still be so tight. As he goes in deeper he watches Garza on his back, writhing and hard, nodding for the pornstar to keep going.
Dale builds up his momentum and gets in a steady rhythm that has Garza clenching his insides so that they ripple up and down his shaft. Garza wraps his hands around his own cock and pumps fiercely. He nearly whines in desperation when Dale captures his wrists and pinions them at his sides, slamming into him brutally.
"Yes, yes, mmm..."
Spurred by Garza's vocal enthusiasm, Dale thrusts harder, stroking the wrestler's cock as he does.
"Uhh uhhh uhhh," Garza groans, the smile on his face indicating his complete bliss.
Garza's surprised at how rough Dale can be as a top, but the way he feels inside him he can't complain. The pornstar slams into him brutally again and again, pressing his hands down on Garza's chest to support himself, all while working up a sweat and leaving both men panting.
"Mmm, si, si," Garza groans some more.
Dale fucks furiously, his hair becoming a frizzy mess. He tosses it back and then leans forward and grinds into Garza. Garza presses his hands on Dale's ass pushing him to him, not wanting him to stop, both men moaning so loud they don't hear the door behind them open and shut.
Entering the room is Carrillo. He has been listening to the moans from both men in his room next door, jerking off to it, but at this point he had to see it for himself. The fucking continues with neither man noticing Carrillo entering, let alone that he's naked. The closer to the action Carrillo gets the less he wants to watch and the more he wants to participate. He sneaks up behind Dale, startling the pornstar.
"Oh, hey..." He kisses down Dale's neck, "Mmm..."
Garza is annoyed his cousin is interrupting his time with Dale. First he fucked with his match, now he's fucking with his fucking. Dale reassures Garza with a kiss, whispering, "Let him join, let's make this a family affair."
Garza reluctantly grunts out a "fine," just as Dale pulls him up to his feet.
"I know you can work together..."
The two wrestlers eye each other, wishing that the other one would walk out, but neither one wants to cause a scene and risk the threat of Dale ending things.
"So..." Dale gets between them, pulling them close to his sides.
Garza kisses Dale, nipping at his lip, holding on too long as to claim possession over him. When he lets go Dale turns to Carrillo and kisses him, finding the younger wrestler eager to push his tongue down his throat.
"What should we do first?" Dale asks, ignoring the tension between them.
Garza stands behind Dale, claiming his ass, knowing very well that Carrillo prefers to top. Carrillo doesn't let his dismay show though and instead counters by crawling on the bed and tempting the pornstar with a wiggle of his ass.
Dale steps up to the edge of the bed and puts his hands on Carrillo's shoulders as he nudges his dick between the cheeks into him. Carrillo closes his eyes and hisses as he feels a slight burn from Dale's member filling him up. Dale holds himself in place for Carrillo to adjust, but Garza waste no time to start fucking Dale. He thrusts hard, making the pornstar in turn thrust into Carrillo.
"AHHH..." Carrillo's cry hints at the pain.
Garza licks his lips, that'll teach him a lesson for interfering, and continues to pound Dale. Not wanting to hurt his bottom, Dale tries to slow his thrusts into Carrillo, but his dick slides in like a perfect fit. Carrillo rests his head on his hands bracing himself for the pounding, calming his nerves. As they find a rhythm that seems to be working for everybody, Carrillo tilts his head up briefly to exhale and then back down as Dale's motions get more forceful. He closes his eyes, picturing the pornstar fucking him, his own hard cock swinging wildly.
Garza rubs his hands down Dale's arms as the pornstar thrusts his ass back into his cock and then forward into Carrillo's ass. Dale's moans sound continuous the way they blend into each other, clearly enjoying being in a position to enjoy both men.
Carrillo feels Dale pull his cock all the way out, pausing, then sliding all the way back in in one stroke with each repetition trigging a sharp intake of air from the wrestler. From the sounds he heard Garza making from his room he figured Dale would give him a good time, but never did he expect that he would be getting the fucking of his life.
"Si, si," Carrillo rocks gently back, not wanting Dale to slow down for even a second.
Dale shifts his position – never fully stopping – and presses his face into Carrillo's neck so he could wrap one hand around his dick. Carrillo makes an appreciative whimper, rocking back into Dale's body as the pornstar's other hand finds Carrillo's and presses it into the mattress to hold himself up. Dale finds it to be a completely satisfying feeling, the way Carrillo's gasps diverge and raise in pitch. And his ass packs more than it appears (especially when it's always next to Garza's), but in this moment, Dale can only think of Carrillo, despite the face that Garza is holding on to his hips, pumping his cock into him.
Garza sees the connection between Dale and Carrillo and can't help but feel threatened. He grips Dale's waist tighter in his hands and slams into him harder, faster, making Dale's hair flop with each impact. It's so rough that Dale has trouble staying on his feet, and leans back off of Carrillo to stand up straight.
"Yes," Garza smiles, happy to steal Dale back from his cousin. He cups his hands around Dale's impressive chest, holding him tight as he pounds away.
"AHHHH..." Dale calls out loudly as Garza grinds into him. The Latin lover is certainly living up to the hype.
Meanwhile Carrillo senses Dale's focus shifting away from him, so he begins twerking his ass on Dale's cock. It's enough to lure Dale back thrusting, with Carrillo's ass meeting each thrust almost ferociously. The wrestler feels his arousal coil in his belly, getting tighter and tighter with every thrust. He makes harsh noise as he starts to approach his climax. He can feel it, just out of reach, and his body tenses, so close -- and yet he doesn't want it to be over just yet and controls his urges letting it slip away.
Garza can tell Carrillo is fighting for Dale's attention, so he presses his face into Dale's shoulder, his heavy breathing against the pornstar's neck making things feel even more close and intimate. Dale gasps feeling Garza's breath against his skin, which makes Garza shudder himself. He can feel his climax coming, and struggles to fight it, wanting Carrillo to finish first so he can have Dale to himself once again, but when the pornstar whispers, "Oh Angel..." ever so softly it's game over.
"Uhhh, I'm gonna come," Garza groans.
The fucking immediately stops as Dale turns around and drops to his knees, opening his mouth just under Garza's head. Carrillo rolls over, a little perturbed that his cousin broke the rhythm they had going there, but he can't take his eyes off Dale eagerly waiting to swallow his load. Garza scrunches his eyes tight as he strokes his dick faster and faster, trying to build his climax up. Dale helps, taking his cock in his mouth. Garza feels his hips buck up and quickly places his hands on Dale's shoulders to keep himself from falling over.
“Oh, Dios,” he cries out, already feeling over-stimulated.
And then his warm load spills out into the pornstar's mouth, a deep, long sigh accompanying the release. Dale spits the dick out of his mouth, his lips coated with cum as more seed spurts out.
"Ohhhhh..." Garza strokes his cock some more, his entire body trembling.
"Fuck that was hot," Dale giggles standing up to kiss the wrestler.
Carrillo can't help but feel jealous of the attention Garza's getting. Though it's common enough that he should be used to it by now, but the fact that he's sitting on the bed naked and being ignored makes it sting.
"So sexy," Garza says brushing Dale's hair back.
They kiss again, Garza squeezing Dale's ass with both his hands. He then takes his finger and wipes it across Dale's lips getting the cum off of him. And with that Garza steps back and collapses into the chair, at peace.
"I haven't forgotten about you," Dale says, reading Carrillo's mind.
Carrillo tries to play it cool, a little disappointed that he's so easy to read. Dale climbs on the bed, straddling Carrillo's hips, the wrestler's envy vanishes, replaced with the satisfying knowledge that Dale is now all his. Dale goes down for kiss, feeling one of Carrillo's hands cup the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. He grabs Carrillo's hands and pins them to the bed above his head, going in for another kiss before moving to kiss along his neck, sucking gently so as not to leave a mark.
"Ohhhh..." Carrillo moans at the lips touching his skin.
Dale keeps kissing along Carrillo's collarbone, down his chest, as far as he can reach without releasing the wrestler's hands. He's content to simply keep kissing and sucking every spot he can reach on Carrillo's body, and from the sounds that Carrillo is making he agrees. As Dale leans back he can feel Carrillo's hard dick ooze out some precum, his dick tantalizingly close to Dale's ass. The pornstar reaches back to stroke it, using the precum as lube. He looks at Carrillo who nods for Dale to signal that they're on the same page. Before he does, Dale pulls Carrillo upright, both men wrap their arms around each other in an embrace, kissing. And then with a little adjustment and a wiggle Dale feels Carrillo's cock pierce up into him.
"Ahhh," he breaks away from a kiss. "Yeah..."
Carrillo smiles proudly, slowly thrusting up into the pornstar knowing all the noises coming from Dale are because of him and him alone.
"Oh yeah..." Dale moans, closing his eyes.
Garza watches with awe from the chair, staring at Dale's bubble butt as it impales itself on Carrillo's cock. How it squeezes tight going down and bobs back up only to be enthusiastically slammed back down.
"Uh uh uh uh uhhhh..." Dale pants.
Carrillo remains in awe of the gorgeous body riding him. There's no way Dale could have been enjoying himself this much with Garza. No way that all his moans were real, not with the noises he's making now taking Carrillo's dick.
"Yes, keep going, yes..." Carrillo cheers him on.
Even though Dale begins to turn red he doesn't let up, taking the cock hard, which only turns Carrillo on more. Then from the corner of his eye, Carrillo can see Garza stand up, his dick hard again. Carrillo knows his cousin is up to something, never satisfied unless he's the center of the attention.
"You know what would be hot?" Garza asks. "Is if we both fucked you."
Dale lights up at the idea, "Fuck yeah!"
Garza lies down on the bed next to Carrillo, claiming the position. Carrillo shakes head and rolls off as Dale now crawls on top of Garza the same way he had Carrillo.
"Ohhh yeah," Dale smiles as Garza shifts his dick back into him.
Dale sinks deeper on Garza's penis, nails digging into his shoulders. He's panting heavily already, dripping precum on the wrestler's abs. Garza slowly thrusts up in him, fuck Carrillo's help -- but Dale pushes down on him to stop. As bad as he wants it, he's afraid of coming before Carrillo can even get back inside him. He's so excited at the thought of being filled to the brim, sandwiched between these two sexy cousins.
Dale's already whimpering as Carrillo's hand grazes his hip. He squirms on top of Garza; eyes closed shut, breathless. Carrillo squeezes his hip bone, a mischievous smile forming on his lips as he hears him moan louder. There's no way Dale will last long; not after all the fucking he's had tonight. Shit, Dale was probably going to come had Garza not interrupted their fucking.
Dale arches his back as tears bead from his lidded eyes, his lips part wider the deeper Carrillo sinks, long purr coming out his throat.
"Ohhh..." Carrillo grunts. It's so tight inside Dale, rubbing his dick on Garza's length waiting for Dale to adjust.
It takes no time for Dale to feel settled, his precum leaking all over Garza's stomach.
"Fuck, we actually fit," Carrillo chuckles in disbelief, hand still gripping Dale tight.
"Such a good slut for us," Garza praises.
Dale blushes at the compliment as Garza reaches up and grabs his throat. The palm rests there as he looks up at Dale, waiting for him to nod before applying more pressure. Dale signals his approval as he feels Carrillo slowly thrust into him at the same time Garza applies more pressure to his throat. His whole body shudders. His ass starts moving on his own, looking for friction. Carrillo takes the hint, thrusting in and out experimentally. He intently listens to Dale's moans as he speeds up, testing his limits.
"Ahh, ohhh, fuck," Dale moans.
With Carrillo's cock rubbing against his, and Dale squeezing them both tight as he moans louder, Garza's body tenses up. He presses harder on his throat, muscles spamming. He wants to move as well, but worries he'll come again, which would be too humiliating after already coming once. He begins with shallow thrusts, finding a way to move in sync with his cousin.
Dale's a mumbling mess above him. He's frozen between them, just taking their dicks as he's getting choked. His arms, clutching Garza's shoulders, are shaking, straining to carry his weight. Carrillo notices and pulls him by the arms. Dale shifts in the process, sinking deeper still onto their dicks. His eyes shoot wide open and unable to close his mouth, saliva drips down his chin -- like he's possessed. Carrillo thrusts even faster while Garza releases his grip around his throat, going lower to grab a hold of Dale's cock to start jerking him. Dale shakes his head, but Garza doesn't notice and twists his wrist, fingers smoothly gliding on his dick.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," Dale whispers between breaths.
"You're about to come, eh?" Carrillo teases, shuddering breath against his ear, "This Mexican dick is too much?"
Dale can only moan back, pleasure melting his mind. He stills in their grip. Carrillo snaps his hips rougher wanting to be the one that makes Dale come. Garza looks up at Dale, fighting his own urge to come, stroking the pornstar's dick faster and faster to get him to finish first.
"AHHHHH, OHHHHH!"
Dale comes hard, his lower body trembling as he spills on Garza's abs.
Garza pulls his cock out and Dale slides back off him. He squeezes both of their cocks tight, pulling them closer. Garza comes right away, both his hands pressing down on the bed, as the waves rip through his body again.
"FUCKKKKKK..."
Carrillo still pulls Dale closer as he rams faster inside. The pornstar is numb, almost unresponsive from the fucking, but he's panting fast. When he finally catches his breath he locks eyes with Garza. Carrillo buries his dick deep inside him as he comes, kissing his neck and grunting against the skin.
"Ahh ahh ahhhhhh..." Carrillo sucks in air as his body shudders from the tingling sensation ripping through him.
He gently lets go of Dale as he pulls out. Dale falls down on to Garza who catches him in his arms and pulls him close to his chest. He peppers his temple with kisses as he feels the weight of Carrillo on top of Dale.
After a moment Carrillo and Dale roll off beside Garza. Dale puts his arms around the two cousins, happily sandwiched between them.
"Have you two made up then?" Dale asks.
Garza and Carrillo nod, after sharing Dale like they've bonded in ways they didn't think was possible. And yet neither one wants to take their hands off Dale first, fearing they'd lose claim to possess him.
"Good, so we can have makeup sex later..." Dale floats the idea.
When they were kids Garza was never good at sharing his toys, Carrillo finds it hard to believe as adult he'd been willing to share his boy toy. But with the way Dale looks at Carrillo, he knows it's Dale's choice. And when they have sex again, Carrillo knows he'll be able to convince Dale to choose him, and only him.
"OHHHHH!" Dale laughs feeling absolutely stupid for confusing a flirtatious line for a threat. "Do you want to come in?"
Garza shakes his head and takes Dale's hand, "Come with me."
Dale is so smitten with Garza he fails to comment on the easy setup Garza lobbed at him. Instead he quietly follows Garza down the hall to his room at the end still wondering if he is dreaming. Garza opens the door and there's a trail of rose petals leading to the bed, candles lit on each nightstand and soft, romantic music playing. Dale holds his hands to his heart, "This is for me?"
Garza takes Dale into his arms, pressing their bodies together as he kisses him softly on the lips. Any doubts Garza had about Dale choosing his cousin over him, vanish as he feels Dale kiss him back. He then moves his mouth down Dale's neck, then back up to nibble on his ear. Dale falls back on the bed watching as Garza slides off his trunks, revealing his hard cock. Dale's eyes light up and he gives a lust-filled moan. He spreads legs wide open to welcome Garza between them, which the wrestler gladly does. They lie chest-to-chest, their mouths finding each other again as though they were lovers celebrating a reunion. Garza pulls away to lick down Dale's chest, flicking his tongue over the wet, nipples just to hear those pleasured moans again. When he reaches Dale's underwear he hooks his fingers into the waistband and gently drags them down and off, and he freezes, stunned for a second. He takes a moment just to appreciate the sight. He's seen plenty of Dale's videos, but to have the pretty cock in front of him is perfect. Dale's not the only one questioning reality.
"Holy shit," he says reverently.
Dale shivers at the praise, always a sucker for compliments on his physique. Garza bends to lap up the wetness, humming in delight as the taste of Dale overwhelms him. He hears a whimper and looks up to see the pornstar grinning with his bright, white teeth showing.
"Yes..." he gasps.
Garza slowly takes the penis into his mouth, relishing the noises he's pulling from the pornstar. He sucks and licks, taking Dale as far as he can until his nose is flush to his groin. There's heat building inside Garza and Dale's cock pulses beautifully when he pulls back to tease the slit with his tongue. He can't believe how much it's turning him on to do this, to make Dale groan in bliss and thrust helplessly into his mouth. He continues on, losing track of time, until he eventually feels Dale gently push on his shoulders.Garza then spits the dick out and crawls on top of Dale's face, aiming his cock down at the pornstar's mouth. Dale inhales it all without hesitation, not even a slight gag or choke as it reaches the back of his throat.
"Ohhh mamacita," Garza moans out while pinching his pecs.
Dale glances up to admire the wrestler's body and sees that he has his eyes closed, appearing to be in a state of total ecstasy. Pressing his pouty lips against the head of his cock head for a deep smooch, Dale then continues to lick across the crown of that big cock. He works the head with a slow, swirling motion and then takes it all back in his mouth, bobbing back and forth to the Latino lover's sighs and moans.
"Ohhh," Garza twitches like he's about to come, and swiftly pulls his dick away. "Not yet," he laughs slightly embarrassed.
Dale rests his head in his hands as Garza slides off of him to stand at the end of the bed. Dale spreads his legs wide open showing off his flexibility, inviting Garza to fuck him. The wrestler presses his hands on Dale's chest, brushing down his abs to his thighs, and holds on to them as he lines his cock up to the hole.
"Oh yes," Dale cries out as Garza's cock pushes into him.
The romantic lover in Garza swaps out for the athlete in him as he starts with fast strokes, showing that he has plenty of energy even after a match. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with Dale's cries of pleasure and Garza's growls fill the room. The faster Garza goes, the louder Dale's cries get. It doesn't take him long to find just the right angle to hit Dale's prostate and the cries shift to high pitched whimpers. Garza pictures Carrillo in his room next door hearing the sounds, jealous of Garza's ability to get what he wants. That'll teach him for trying to mess with his match. He looks back down at Dale and sees the sweat dripping off of him, so sexy. He leans down on him, pressing their bodies together as he licks the salty beads off Dale's face.
"Ahhh..." the pornstar moans, appreciating Garza slowing his pace down.Dale wraps his legs around Garza, holding him in place, as the wrestler turns back into the romantic and resumes his fucking. His pace becomes more sensual, each thrust deliberate in its motion. His heartbeat races, Garza must feel it with their bodies pressed together. Still the wrestler keeps his softer, slower pace, each penetration resulting in a long moan dragging out of Dale's lips.
As Garza goes Dale's hands slide down his back eventually reaching his rear. He squeezes it, in disbelief that it's naturally that thick. So entranced by it, Dale can't stop playing with it, prompting Garza to push himself off of Dale and ask: "You like that?"
Dale nods. Garza is used to guys wanting his ass, usually they skip foreplay and get right to it. As great as it feels to fuck Dale, he's still curious enough to want to experience bottoming for him. So he rolls off the pornstar and positions himself on his hands and knees, back arched, with his ass out for him.
Dale's hands eagerly spread his cheeks wide open happy to take his time to admire its beauty. Garza tries to stifle a moan as a finger slips against the furled muscle of his hole. The finger is replaced by something warm and wet and Garza realizes, "Oh shit" that Dale is eating him out.
The wrestler's thighs shake in no time. Dale's not doing anything more than running the flat of his tongue across his entrance, tracing shapes with the tip of his tongue. Dale can tell he is driving Garza wild, the wrestler asking for more after every pass. It's almost like nobody has rimmed Garza before, something Dale refuses to believe.
"Don't stop... si, si, si..."
Garza doesn't think Dale would stop, the stud clearly loves eating ass, but his thoughts are a jumbled mess with what Dale is doing to him. He glances back only to see the top of Dale's head, in heaven over the sensation feeling his hole easing open to the muscle of the tongue. Garza's ass has been eaten out plenty of times before, but Dale's precision is unlike anything he's ever experienced. He clenches his hands into fists, one pressing down on the bed, the other in his own hair. He's moaning freely now, can't find the wherewithal to care about keeping quiet, knowing very well his cousin next door can hear him and probably realizing that Garza and Dale are going to have a very long night together. He can't wait to tell Carrillo all the details tomorrow.
Dale slurps his tongue past his hole again and then stands back up. He rubs his dick between those fat cheeks, gradually building up momentum.
"Fuck me, papi," Garza begs.
"Let me see you ask for it," Dale says as he rolls Garza over on his back.
"Give it to me!"
Dale grabs his dick with one hand and pushes into Garza, surprised that such a gorgeous ass that's been fucked time and time again could still be so tight. As he goes in deeper he watches Garza on his back, writhing and hard, nodding for the pornstar to keep going.
Dale builds up his momentum and gets in a steady rhythm that has Garza clenching his insides so that they ripple up and down his shaft. Garza wraps his hands around his own cock and pumps fiercely. He nearly whines in desperation when Dale captures his wrists and pinions them at his sides, slamming into him brutally.
"Yes, yes, mmm..."
Spurred by Garza's vocal enthusiasm, Dale thrusts harder, stroking the wrestler's cock as he does.
"Uhh uhhh uhhh," Garza groans, the smile on his face indicating his complete bliss.
Garza's surprised at how rough Dale can be as a top, but the way he feels inside him he can't complain. The pornstar slams into him brutally again and again, pressing his hands down on Garza's chest to support himself, all while working up a sweat and leaving both men panting.
"Mmm, si, si," Garza groans some more.
Dale fucks furiously, his hair becoming a frizzy mess. He tosses it back and then leans forward and grinds into Garza. Garza presses his hands on Dale's ass pushing him to him, not wanting him to stop, both men moaning so loud they don't hear the door behind them open and shut.
Entering the room is Carrillo. He has been listening to the moans from both men in his room next door, jerking off to it, but at this point he had to see it for himself. The fucking continues with neither man noticing Carrillo entering, let alone that he's naked. The closer to the action Carrillo gets the less he wants to watch and the more he wants to participate. He sneaks up behind Dale, startling the pornstar."Oh, hey..." He kisses down Dale's neck, "Mmm..."
Garza is annoyed his cousin is interrupting his time with Dale. First he fucked with his match, now he's fucking with his fucking. Dale reassures Garza with a kiss, whispering, "Let him join, let's make this a family affair."
Garza reluctantly grunts out a "fine," just as Dale pulls him up to his feet.
"I know you can work together..."
The two wrestlers eye each other, wishing that the other one would walk out, but neither one wants to cause a scene and risk the threat of Dale ending things.
"So..." Dale gets between them, pulling them close to his sides.
Garza kisses Dale, nipping at his lip, holding on too long as to claim possession over him. When he lets go Dale turns to Carrillo and kisses him, finding the younger wrestler eager to push his tongue down his throat.
"What should we do first?" Dale asks, ignoring the tension between them.
Garza stands behind Dale, claiming his ass, knowing very well that Carrillo prefers to top. Carrillo doesn't let his dismay show though and instead counters by crawling on the bed and tempting the pornstar with a wiggle of his ass.
Dale steps up to the edge of the bed and puts his hands on Carrillo's shoulders as he nudges his dick between the cheeks into him. Carrillo closes his eyes and hisses as he feels a slight burn from Dale's member filling him up. Dale holds himself in place for Carrillo to adjust, but Garza waste no time to start fucking Dale. He thrusts hard, making the pornstar in turn thrust into Carrillo.
"AHHH..." Carrillo's cry hints at the pain.
Garza licks his lips, that'll teach him a lesson for interfering, and continues to pound Dale. Not wanting to hurt his bottom, Dale tries to slow his thrusts into Carrillo, but his dick slides in like a perfect fit. Carrillo rests his head on his hands bracing himself for the pounding, calming his nerves. As they find a rhythm that seems to be working for everybody, Carrillo tilts his head up briefly to exhale and then back down as Dale's motions get more forceful. He closes his eyes, picturing the pornstar fucking him, his own hard cock swinging wildly.
Garza rubs his hands down Dale's arms as the pornstar thrusts his ass back into his cock and then forward into Carrillo's ass. Dale's moans sound continuous the way they blend into each other, clearly enjoying being in a position to enjoy both men.
Carrillo feels Dale pull his cock all the way out, pausing, then sliding all the way back in in one stroke with each repetition trigging a sharp intake of air from the wrestler. From the sounds he heard Garza making from his room he figured Dale would give him a good time, but never did he expect that he would be getting the fucking of his life.
"Si, si," Carrillo rocks gently back, not wanting Dale to slow down for even a second.
Dale shifts his position – never fully stopping – and presses his face into Carrillo's neck so he could wrap one hand around his dick. Carrillo makes an appreciative whimper, rocking back into Dale's body as the pornstar's other hand finds Carrillo's and presses it into the mattress to hold himself up. Dale finds it to be a completely satisfying feeling, the way Carrillo's gasps diverge and raise in pitch. And his ass packs more than it appears (especially when it's always next to Garza's), but in this moment, Dale can only think of Carrillo, despite the face that Garza is holding on to his hips, pumping his cock into him.
Garza sees the connection between Dale and Carrillo and can't help but feel threatened. He grips Dale's waist tighter in his hands and slams into him harder, faster, making Dale's hair flop with each impact. It's so rough that Dale has trouble staying on his feet, and leans back off of Carrillo to stand up straight.
"Yes," Garza smiles, happy to steal Dale back from his cousin. He cups his hands around Dale's impressive chest, holding him tight as he pounds away.
"AHHHH..." Dale calls out loudly as Garza grinds into him. The Latin lover is certainly living up to the hype.
Meanwhile Carrillo senses Dale's focus shifting away from him, so he begins twerking his ass on Dale's cock. It's enough to lure Dale back thrusting, with Carrillo's ass meeting each thrust almost ferociously. The wrestler feels his arousal coil in his belly, getting tighter and tighter with every thrust. He makes harsh noise as he starts to approach his climax. He can feel it, just out of reach, and his body tenses, so close -- and yet he doesn't want it to be over just yet and controls his urges letting it slip away.
Garza can tell Carrillo is fighting for Dale's attention, so he presses his face into Dale's shoulder, his heavy breathing against the pornstar's neck making things feel even more close and intimate. Dale gasps feeling Garza's breath against his skin, which makes Garza shudder himself. He can feel his climax coming, and struggles to fight it, wanting Carrillo to finish first so he can have Dale to himself once again, but when the pornstar whispers, "Oh Angel..." ever so softly it's game over.
"Uhhh, I'm gonna come," Garza groans.
The fucking immediately stops as Dale turns around and drops to his knees, opening his mouth just under Garza's head. Carrillo rolls over, a little perturbed that his cousin broke the rhythm they had going there, but he can't take his eyes off Dale eagerly waiting to swallow his load. Garza scrunches his eyes tight as he strokes his dick faster and faster, trying to build his climax up. Dale helps, taking his cock in his mouth. Garza feels his hips buck up and quickly places his hands on Dale's shoulders to keep himself from falling over.
“Oh, Dios,” he cries out, already feeling over-stimulated.
And then his warm load spills out into the pornstar's mouth, a deep, long sigh accompanying the release. Dale spits the dick out of his mouth, his lips coated with cum as more seed spurts out.
"Ohhhhh..." Garza strokes his cock some more, his entire body trembling.
"Fuck that was hot," Dale giggles standing up to kiss the wrestler.
Carrillo can't help but feel jealous of the attention Garza's getting. Though it's common enough that he should be used to it by now, but the fact that he's sitting on the bed naked and being ignored makes it sting.
"So sexy," Garza says brushing Dale's hair back.
They kiss again, Garza squeezing Dale's ass with both his hands. He then takes his finger and wipes it across Dale's lips getting the cum off of him. And with that Garza steps back and collapses into the chair, at peace.
"I haven't forgotten about you," Dale says, reading Carrillo's mind.
Carrillo tries to play it cool, a little disappointed that he's so easy to read. Dale climbs on the bed, straddling Carrillo's hips, the wrestler's envy vanishes, replaced with the satisfying knowledge that Dale is now all his. Dale goes down for kiss, feeling one of Carrillo's hands cup the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. He grabs Carrillo's hands and pins them to the bed above his head, going in for another kiss before moving to kiss along his neck, sucking gently so as not to leave a mark.
"Ohhhh..." Carrillo moans at the lips touching his skin.
Dale keeps kissing along Carrillo's collarbone, down his chest, as far as he can reach without releasing the wrestler's hands. He's content to simply keep kissing and sucking every spot he can reach on Carrillo's body, and from the sounds that Carrillo is making he agrees. As Dale leans back he can feel Carrillo's hard dick ooze out some precum, his dick tantalizingly close to Dale's ass. The pornstar reaches back to stroke it, using the precum as lube. He looks at Carrillo who nods for Dale to signal that they're on the same page. Before he does, Dale pulls Carrillo upright, both men wrap their arms around each other in an embrace, kissing. And then with a little adjustment and a wiggle Dale feels Carrillo's cock pierce up into him.
"Ahhh," he breaks away from a kiss. "Yeah..."
Carrillo smiles proudly, slowly thrusting up into the pornstar knowing all the noises coming from Dale are because of him and him alone.
"Oh yeah..." Dale moans, closing his eyes.
Garza watches with awe from the chair, staring at Dale's bubble butt as it impales itself on Carrillo's cock. How it squeezes tight going down and bobs back up only to be enthusiastically slammed back down.
"Uh uh uh uh uhhhh..." Dale pants.
Carrillo remains in awe of the gorgeous body riding him. There's no way Dale could have been enjoying himself this much with Garza. No way that all his moans were real, not with the noises he's making now taking Carrillo's dick.
"Yes, keep going, yes..." Carrillo cheers him on.
Even though Dale begins to turn red he doesn't let up, taking the cock hard, which only turns Carrillo on more. Then from the corner of his eye, Carrillo can see Garza stand up, his dick hard again. Carrillo knows his cousin is up to something, never satisfied unless he's the center of the attention.
"You know what would be hot?" Garza asks. "Is if we both fucked you."
Dale lights up at the idea, "Fuck yeah!"
Garza lies down on the bed next to Carrillo, claiming the position. Carrillo shakes head and rolls off as Dale now crawls on top of Garza the same way he had Carrillo.
"Ohhh yeah," Dale smiles as Garza shifts his dick back into him.
Dale sinks deeper on Garza's penis, nails digging into his shoulders. He's panting heavily already, dripping precum on the wrestler's abs. Garza slowly thrusts up in him, fuck Carrillo's help -- but Dale pushes down on him to stop. As bad as he wants it, he's afraid of coming before Carrillo can even get back inside him. He's so excited at the thought of being filled to the brim, sandwiched between these two sexy cousins.
Dale's already whimpering as Carrillo's hand grazes his hip. He squirms on top of Garza; eyes closed shut, breathless. Carrillo squeezes his hip bone, a mischievous smile forming on his lips as he hears him moan louder. There's no way Dale will last long; not after all the fucking he's had tonight. Shit, Dale was probably going to come had Garza not interrupted their fucking.
Dale arches his back as tears bead from his lidded eyes, his lips part wider the deeper Carrillo sinks, long purr coming out his throat.
"Ohhh..." Carrillo grunts. It's so tight inside Dale, rubbing his dick on Garza's length waiting for Dale to adjust.
It takes no time for Dale to feel settled, his precum leaking all over Garza's stomach.
"Fuck, we actually fit," Carrillo chuckles in disbelief, hand still gripping Dale tight.
"Such a good slut for us," Garza praises.
Dale blushes at the compliment as Garza reaches up and grabs his throat. The palm rests there as he looks up at Dale, waiting for him to nod before applying more pressure. Dale signals his approval as he feels Carrillo slowly thrust into him at the same time Garza applies more pressure to his throat. His whole body shudders. His ass starts moving on his own, looking for friction. Carrillo takes the hint, thrusting in and out experimentally. He intently listens to Dale's moans as he speeds up, testing his limits.
"Ahh, ohhh, fuck," Dale moans.
With Carrillo's cock rubbing against his, and Dale squeezing them both tight as he moans louder, Garza's body tenses up. He presses harder on his throat, muscles spamming. He wants to move as well, but worries he'll come again, which would be too humiliating after already coming once. He begins with shallow thrusts, finding a way to move in sync with his cousin.
Dale's a mumbling mess above him. He's frozen between them, just taking their dicks as he's getting choked. His arms, clutching Garza's shoulders, are shaking, straining to carry his weight. Carrillo notices and pulls him by the arms. Dale shifts in the process, sinking deeper still onto their dicks. His eyes shoot wide open and unable to close his mouth, saliva drips down his chin -- like he's possessed. Carrillo thrusts even faster while Garza releases his grip around his throat, going lower to grab a hold of Dale's cock to start jerking him. Dale shakes his head, but Garza doesn't notice and twists his wrist, fingers smoothly gliding on his dick.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," Dale whispers between breaths.
"You're about to come, eh?" Carrillo teases, shuddering breath against his ear, "This Mexican dick is too much?"
Dale can only moan back, pleasure melting his mind. He stills in their grip. Carrillo snaps his hips rougher wanting to be the one that makes Dale come. Garza looks up at Dale, fighting his own urge to come, stroking the pornstar's dick faster and faster to get him to finish first.
"AHHHHH, OHHHHH!"
Dale comes hard, his lower body trembling as he spills on Garza's abs.
Garza pulls his cock out and Dale slides back off him. He squeezes both of their cocks tight, pulling them closer. Garza comes right away, both his hands pressing down on the bed, as the waves rip through his body again.
"FUCKKKKKK..."
Carrillo still pulls Dale closer as he rams faster inside. The pornstar is numb, almost unresponsive from the fucking, but he's panting fast. When he finally catches his breath he locks eyes with Garza. Carrillo buries his dick deep inside him as he comes, kissing his neck and grunting against the skin.
"Ahh ahh ahhhhhh..." Carrillo sucks in air as his body shudders from the tingling sensation ripping through him.
He gently lets go of Dale as he pulls out. Dale falls down on to Garza who catches him in his arms and pulls him close to his chest. He peppers his temple with kisses as he feels the weight of Carrillo on top of Dale.
After a moment Carrillo and Dale roll off beside Garza. Dale puts his arms around the two cousins, happily sandwiched between them.
"Have you two made up then?" Dale asks.
Garza and Carrillo nod, after sharing Dale like they've bonded in ways they didn't think was possible. And yet neither one wants to take their hands off Dale first, fearing they'd lose claim to possess him.
"Good, so we can have makeup sex later..." Dale floats the idea.
When they were kids Garza was never good at sharing his toys, Carrillo finds it hard to believe as adult he'd been willing to share his boy toy. But with the way Dale looks at Carrillo, he knows it's Dale's choice. And when they have sex again, Carrillo knows he'll be able to convince Dale to choose him, and only him.
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