Latimer gives Costin a double take when entering the ring. He's not used to jobbers being so ripped. The pornstar's physique makes him feel slightly self conscious about his body, even though he knows he looks damn fine.
The bell rings and the two beefcakes lock up, going back and forth until Costin gets Latimer in a side headlock. Latimer runs back to the ropes and shoves Costin across the ring. Costin bounces back and straight into a shoulder block from Latimer knocking him down on his back. Costin rolls away, avoiding being stomped on, and pulls himself up.
The two men have another stare down before locking up again. Costin gets Latimer in another side headlock, but the bigger man lifts him up and drops him down with an atomic drop. Costin holds his ass as he stumbles over to the corner. Latimer charges at him, but Costin kicks his feet up in time, nailing him. Latimer falters back and Costin lunges out of the corner with a clothesline, finally getting the wrestler off his feet. Laitmer gets on one knee and then stands up, only for Costin to connect with a drop kick that has him flop back down on his back. Costin goes for a leg drop and then hurries to the corner where he climbs to the top turnbuckle. He waits for Latimer to stand up and goes for a diving crossbody, but Latimer catches him! The wrestler squeezes his hand on Costin's ass as he adjusts his hold and then slams him down on his knee. Costin rolls away holding his back in pain, while Latimer still takes a minute to collect his breath.
When both men are back on their feet they circle around before locking up. Costin whips Latimer into the ropes, but the wrestler charges at him with a back elbow, taking Costin down. Costin scrambles back to his feet to try to take down Latimer, but the wrestler is ready and spears him. He pulls Costin back up and holds his hand pulling him forward and hitting a short arm lariat that practically takes his head off. He then scoops up Costin and slams him down in the center of the ring. Costin is slow to get up, and when he does Latimer shoves him across the ring. When Costin rebounds back Latimer pops him up and hits a big powerbomb. Latimer slides between Costin's legs for the cover, but Costin punches out after two.
Latimer stands up, picking Costin up to his feet and hits a backhand across his chest. He winds up to take another slap, but Costin ducks and crawls through his legs. Latimer is slow to turn around and lunges at him, but the pornstar dodges him and grabs his leg to roll him up for the pin. One. Two.
Latimer kicks out in time. But Costin is feeling pumped up and ready to go. Latimer charges at him, but Costin side steps him. He then wraps his arms around his waist from behind and hits a big German suplex. Latimer rolls back up to his feet, but Costin gets him from behind again with another German suplex. Latimer takes a second to get back up and Costin again grabs his waist from behind. This time Latimer pushes back, keeping Costin from lifting him. He tries to pry the pornstar's hands open from around his waist, but Costin keeps his hands locked, pulling their bodies together, his groin rubbing against Latimer's ass. Latimer gives up on opening Costin's hands, and instead tries pushing them down to break the hold. He holds Costin's hands down against his package, Costin can feel Latimer getting hard from it. Latimer doesn't know what's happening, and enraged, elbows Costin to get him to finally let go of him. He then runs at Costin but Costin grabs his wrist and whips him into the corner. Costin follows after him and hits a big body splash, their muscular bodies smushing Latimer against the turnbuckles. Latimer wobbles out of the corner as Costin springs off the ropes and hits a cross body, landing on top of him. He keeps Latimer pinned down for the count: one, two -- Latimer throws the pornstar off of him.
When Latimer gets back up he lunges at Costin with a clothesline, but Costin ducks it and runs to the ropes. He rebounds back, and slides through Latimer's legs. When the wrestler turns around Costin grabs his head and hits a cutter on him. Latimer lands stomach first on the ring so hard it keeps the ring shaking long after impact. He sees Costin hurrying over to the corner to try another aerial assault. He crawls over, scrambling faster as Costin gets to the top, and then shakes the rope, causing Costin to fall on top of the turnbuckles. Latimer stands up and punches Costin a few times, but the pornstar starts blocking and punching back. Latimer then grabs Costin and throws him across the ring. Costin bounces over towards the corner and then quickly rolls out of the ring before Latimer can pin him.
Costin takes his time outside, and Latimer sees he's giving him too much time to recover, so he climbs out of the ring and stalks after him. Costin comes at him with a swinging fist, Latimer ducks and picks Costin up from behind, hitting a back apron slam, dropping him on the side of the ring. Costin's back is killing him as he rolls back into the ring away from Latimer's wrath.
Latimer chases after him, not letting Costin get a breath. He grabs him from behind getting him in a tight choking headlock for submission. Costin gasps for air as he feels the athlete's bicep tighten around his neck. He falls to his knees with Latimer still on his back, keeping the hold just as tight. He tries to pry his arm off him, but Latimer has him good. Costin feels himself turning red and knows he's running out of options, but he refuses to go down in submission. He rolls forward, getting Latimer to let go of his neck, but the wrestler charges at him with a boot to the back. Costin is flattened on his stomach. Latimer picks Costin up by the trunks, stretching them out, exposing his ass a bit. Costin elbows him and hits a big swing kick to the head. He then runs back to the ropes for momentum and charges at Latimer, but the wrestler is ready, kicking Costin in the gut. He grabs him and then hits an impaler DDT leaving him laid out. Latimer slides on top of him, hooking the leg and nods his head with each count: One. Two. Three.
Costin takes his time outside, and Latimer sees he's giving him too much time to recover, so he climbs out of the ring and stalks after him. Costin comes at him with a swinging fist, Latimer ducks and picks Costin up from behind, hitting a back apron slam, dropping him on the side of the ring. Costin's back is killing him as he rolls back into the ring away from Latimer's wrath.
Latimer chases after him, not letting Costin get a breath. He grabs him from behind getting him in a tight choking headlock for submission. Costin gasps for air as he feels the athlete's bicep tighten around his neck. He falls to his knees with Latimer still on his back, keeping the hold just as tight. He tries to pry his arm off him, but Latimer has him good. Costin feels himself turning red and knows he's running out of options, but he refuses to go down in submission. He rolls forward, getting Latimer to let go of his neck, but the wrestler charges at him with a boot to the back. Costin is flattened on his stomach. Latimer picks Costin up by the trunks, stretching them out, exposing his ass a bit. Costin elbows him and hits a big swing kick to the head. He then runs back to the ropes for momentum and charges at Latimer, but the wrestler is ready, kicking Costin in the gut. He grabs him and then hits an impaler DDT leaving him laid out. Latimer slides on top of him, hooking the leg and nods his head with each count: One. Two. Three.
The big Brit stands up and raises both hands in victory, towering over the beaten pornstar.
The message is succinct: Free to chat?
Costin replies with: Sure. What up?
Almost instantly there's a reply: I mean in person.
Costin's doubts about the authenticity of the account return. He replies with: Show me where. Photo.
There seems to be a long pause -- making Costin trust his initial suspicions. But just as he's about to set his phone down a message comes through: a photo of Latimer shirtless in his hotel room with the a message telling him exactly what room it is.
"Okay then," Costin says checking himself out in the mirror before leaving.
Latimer is still shirtless but in a tight pair of black jeans when he opens the door. His long hair is still dripping wet with beads of water speckled across his chest hair. "Hey mate," Latimer seems a little too friendly. "Want a drink?"
Costin comes in the room and leans against the desk. He ignores Latimer's offer. "So... what did you want to talk about?"
"Right. Well, um, so I saw that you have a page up on Only Fans too. And well I was wondering if you could share some tips."
"Tips?"
"Yeah, I mean, my numbers aren't as high as yours. I know I just started, but the growth seems minimal."
"How often do you update it?" Costin asks.
"I try to post something every day."
"Let me see your page."
"How often do you update it?" Costin asks.
"I try to post something every day."
"Let me see your page."
Latimer hands Costin his phone and begins pacing as Costin scrolls through it. The pornstar sees photo after photo of Latimer all showing off his gorgeous body.
"Well, I see your problem right here. All these photos -- it's all shit you could see on Instagram or twitter."
"But I don't post these anywhere but here."
"That's not what I mean. I mean they're tame. And you don't have any hardcore videos," Costin's tone turns into one of an elementary school teacher chastising a student for not knowing basic addition.
"Oh..."
Costin hands him back his phone, "You're a good looking guy. If you posted one video, I'm sure you'd blow up pretty quickly."
"Right, too bad I'm straight."
"I'm straight too."
Latimer tilts his head, did he hear him correctly? "But you--"
Costin smirks, "It pays."
Latimer nods, looking at his few dozen of followers and then sliding over to Costin's page with all of his followers. He tries to do the math on how much Costin must be raking in each month, but once he realizes how big the number is getting he gives up.
"Is that all you wanted?" Costin sounds a bit annoyed.
"Yeah," Latimer admits. "But, um, now that I know this, would you like to make a video with me?" Then quickly adds, "Strictly business."
Costin's instincts are to say no as he's used to everyone wanting to shoot with him and not reaching his standards. Or flaking. Or insert some other scam here. He's seen it all. But he sees the vulnerability in Latimer's eyes. And the dude has a killer body, there's no doubt that their pairing would help them both out. Not to mention he's straight -- not that Costin had a problem fucking with gay guys, but something made it easier when his partners were straight. It's like Latimer said, strictly business. "Uh, sure," Costin finally says.
Latimer lights up, "When should we?"
"Tomorrow night?"
Latimer, so excited about how many followers this would get him (and the money), doesn't even hesitate, "See you then."
"Well, I see your problem right here. All these photos -- it's all shit you could see on Instagram or twitter."
"But I don't post these anywhere but here."
"That's not what I mean. I mean they're tame. And you don't have any hardcore videos," Costin's tone turns into one of an elementary school teacher chastising a student for not knowing basic addition.
"Oh..."
Costin hands him back his phone, "You're a good looking guy. If you posted one video, I'm sure you'd blow up pretty quickly."
"Right, too bad I'm straight."
"I'm straight too."
Latimer tilts his head, did he hear him correctly? "But you--"
Costin smirks, "It pays."
Latimer nods, looking at his few dozen of followers and then sliding over to Costin's page with all of his followers. He tries to do the math on how much Costin must be raking in each month, but once he realizes how big the number is getting he gives up.
"Is that all you wanted?" Costin sounds a bit annoyed.
"Yeah," Latimer admits. "But, um, now that I know this, would you like to make a video with me?" Then quickly adds, "Strictly business."
Costin's instincts are to say no as he's used to everyone wanting to shoot with him and not reaching his standards. Or flaking. Or insert some other scam here. He's seen it all. But he sees the vulnerability in Latimer's eyes. And the dude has a killer body, there's no doubt that their pairing would help them both out. Not to mention he's straight -- not that Costin had a problem fucking with gay guys, but something made it easier when his partners were straight. It's like Latimer said, strictly business. "Uh, sure," Costin finally says.
Latimer lights up, "When should we?"
"Tomorrow night?"
Latimer, so excited about how many followers this would get him (and the money), doesn't even hesitate, "See you then."
24 hours pass in a blink of an eye, and now Costin is wearing a jockstrap and applying oil to his chest prepping for the shoot, when he hears the knock at his door. He finishes rubbing it in, getting a nice shine in, and then lets Latimer in. The wrestler is surprised to see Costin so prepared, but then doesn't know why he wouldn't be, and realizes that he's feeling reassured by Costin's professionalism. The wrestler sets his bag on a bench and pulls out his trunks and heads to the bathroom. Costin shakes his head -- it's not like he's going to see him naked at some point tonight. While Latimer changes, the pornstar double checks the two iphones set up as cameras and the lighting.
Latimer strips off his clothes, only now realizing he's got a little hard on going. He slides on his trunks, tucking his semi-hard in, and splashes some water on his face. "Just think of the money" he tells himself.
Latimer steps out of the bathroom and tries to hold in his nerves. Costin approaches him, giving him an up down, approving of what he sees.
Latimer strips off his clothes, only now realizing he's got a little hard on going. He slides on his trunks, tucking his semi-hard in, and splashes some water on his face. "Just think of the money" he tells himself.
Latimer steps out of the bathroom and tries to hold in his nerves. Costin approaches him, giving him an up down, approving of what he sees.
"So... how do we start?" Latimer asks
"Both the cameras are on, so all we have to do is get in front of them," Costin says.
The pornstar takes Latimer's hand and guides him to the bed, where Costin hops on sitting up on his knees. He pats the spot next to him for Latimer to take. Latimer looks at the cameras, trying to picture who will be on the other side of them, watching what is about to go down. He slowly moves on to the bed.
"Don't be nervous," Costin whispers, before going in for a kiss.
"Whoa..." Latimer holds him back. "I told you I have a missus."
"It's called foreplay," Costin really can't believe he has to explain porn to someone.
"Oh, right. Sorry."
They try again, Latimer taking in Costin's tongue and pushing back. The way Latimer goes at him, it's hard to believe he was protesting kissing just moments ago. Costin's hand reaches down, feeling Latimer's cock get hard through his trunks and twitch. Costin kisses down Latimer's neck to his hairy chest, getting turned on by the Brit's heavy breathing. He licks at his pecs, feeling him tense up, and then goes in pressing his lips on them and sucking.
"Ahhh, yeah," Latimer moans, pressing Costin's head into his chest. "Suck my titties."
Costin keeps going, even nipping at some of the hairs around his pecs. Latimer keeps taking big breaths, almost as if he were preparing to bottom. He's surprised at how much he's enjoying it -- is he sure Costin is straight? Then again, he's straight and his dick is throbbing...
Costin gives each pec one last kiss and then moves on down to Latimer's trunks. "Is it okay if I suck your dick?" Costin can't believe he has to ask.
"Sure, just don't expect me to repay the favor."
"Both the cameras are on, so all we have to do is get in front of them," Costin says.
The pornstar takes Latimer's hand and guides him to the bed, where Costin hops on sitting up on his knees. He pats the spot next to him for Latimer to take. Latimer looks at the cameras, trying to picture who will be on the other side of them, watching what is about to go down. He slowly moves on to the bed.
"Don't be nervous," Costin whispers, before going in for a kiss.
"Whoa..." Latimer holds him back. "I told you I have a missus."
"It's called foreplay," Costin really can't believe he has to explain porn to someone.
"Oh, right. Sorry."
They try again, Latimer taking in Costin's tongue and pushing back. The way Latimer goes at him, it's hard to believe he was protesting kissing just moments ago. Costin's hand reaches down, feeling Latimer's cock get hard through his trunks and twitch. Costin kisses down Latimer's neck to his hairy chest, getting turned on by the Brit's heavy breathing. He licks at his pecs, feeling him tense up, and then goes in pressing his lips on them and sucking.
"Ahhh, yeah," Latimer moans, pressing Costin's head into his chest. "Suck my titties."
Costin keeps going, even nipping at some of the hairs around his pecs. Latimer keeps taking big breaths, almost as if he were preparing to bottom. He's surprised at how much he's enjoying it -- is he sure Costin is straight? Then again, he's straight and his dick is throbbing...
Costin gives each pec one last kiss and then moves on down to Latimer's trunks. "Is it okay if I suck your dick?" Costin can't believe he has to ask.
"Sure, just don't expect me to repay the favor."
Costin opens his mouth and sucks on the head.
"Yeah, that's it," Latimer closes his eyes, picturing his woman going down on him.
Costin then presses down further, inhaling all of it and then proceeds to bob his head back and forth. Costin's mouth is too fucking perfect. No chick Latimer has ever met up with had been able to take his dick that far and fast. He shudders, pulling his hair back, eyes now open watching the top of Costin's bald head move back and forth with the dick in his mouth. Wetly, sloppily, Costin works it, pumping up and down, hard and fast.
"Ahhh fuck," Latimer winces.
Costin spits the dick out, remembering Latimer isn't a professional and the last thing he wants now is for things to end before they get started.
"So," Costin sits back up on his knees. "You ready to put that dick to work?"
"Uh..." Latimer is at a loss for words, embarrassed by how much he's enjoying Costin.
"What position should we start with?"
Latimer thinks -- he doesn't want to see Costin's face, it'll be too hard to picture his girl. "How about you ride me."
Costin gives him a kiss and then pushes Latimer flat on his back, head into the pillows. He crawls up on his lap, putting his hands on Latimer's furry chest, ready to get into position. "Other way," Latimer barks.
"Alright," Costin tries not to sound offended, as he is used to guys wanting to see his muscle body take their dick, but he remembers Latimer isn't like other guys.
Costin spins around and reaches back for the dick, still hard and wet from the blowjob, and angles it up at his ass. He then squats down feeling the head against his hole. Latimer closes his eyes, he can't watch himself fuck another dude.
Costin exhales slowly as Latimer's thick cock fills him up. It's been a while since he's had anything this big in him. But it's just like riding a bike.
"Fuck you're so big," Costin praises the wrestler, hoping it'll get him to relax.
But Latimer doesn't respond, not even with a grunt. No, he's lost in his thoughts, how the feel of Costin's ass around him, so tight and so undeniably hot, what did that mean? And had he been missing out on all these years?
Costin flexes both of his biceps as he holds the dick in him, and then slowly bounces on them, clenching around the head.
Costin exhales slowly as Latimer's thick cock fills him up. It's been a while since he's had anything this big in him. But it's just like riding a bike.
"Fuck you're so big," Costin praises the wrestler, hoping it'll get him to relax.
But Latimer doesn't respond, not even with a grunt. No, he's lost in his thoughts, how the feel of Costin's ass around him, so tight and so undeniably hot, what did that mean? And had he been missing out on all these years?
Costin flexes both of his biceps as he holds the dick in him, and then slowly bounces on them, clenching around the head.
"Ahhhh--" Latimer covers his mouth with his hands, trying to muffle pleasurable grunts that he can't stop making. The more Costin goes the more he strains to keep himself reined in. He doesn't know how successful he'll be, or if it'll show on camera, but it's not his fault. It's just that perfect ass, going up and down his cock -- fuck -- he caves and pulls his hands away from his mouth and on to those smooth bubbly cheeks.
"Yeah, you like this ass, don't you?" Costin smirks.
"Uhhhh..." Latimer takes his hands off the ass.
"It's alright. Come on and smack it."
Latimer can't, no, he doesn't want anyone to see how much he's enjoying it, even though he could just claim he is acting for the cameras. But shit -- that ass -- it's so tight. No wonder guys liked fucking guys.
"Mmm..." Costin moans out, trying to fill some of the awkward silence.
He presses his hands on the bed in front of him and bounces his ass faster on the dick, riding it all the way down to Latimer's balls and back up so just the head is in him. He repeats the motion gaining speed, making the bed shake, not just from the action but from Latimer twitching uncontrollably.
"Yeah you like it," Costin taunts.
"Uhh uhhh uhhh," Latimer closes his eyes in disbelief at how much he is indeed enjoying it.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" Costin asks. "Pound me real good?"
Latimer was hoping that Costin would just ride him until he came, but the pornstar clearly could last forever doing this. Maybe if he nailed that ass he could end this faster. "Alright."
Latimer sits up and the two adjust their positions with Costin on his hands and knees, back arched so his muscular ass is pointed right at Latimer's face. "It's just an ass. Women have asses, so this isn't gay," Latimer tells himself.
"Come on, show me what you've got," Costin says, twerking his butt for the Brit.
Latimer spits on his hand and rubs the saliva up and down his shaft and then quickly slides his dick back into Costin before he can have second thoughts.
"Ahhhh..." Latimer's sigh is one of intense relief.
"Fuckkkkk..." Costin chokes, surprised at how Latimer didn't waste any time.
Latimer rubs Costin's lower back, soothing him as he slowly thrusts his cock in him. He then grips the pornstar's hips tight and begins to really pump into him. He growls deeply, thrusting hard and fast and deep, his hips slapping against Costin's ass as the pornstar moans and screams. He's not sure if Costin is playing it up for the cameras or if he's really just that good, but either way it gives Latimer the confidence to keep fucking him hard. He flips his hair out of his face and looks directly at the camera and winks, truly having fun with the experience.
Likewise, Costin can't believe what a natural Latimer is turning out to be. It makes him feel good for pursuing him and getting him to come around. But the way Latimer is dominating him and his prostate Costin can barely make out words to express his gratitude.
"Uhhh, Thom, Thom..." Costin gasps, "Don't stop. Don't stop, you're hitting my spot."
Maybe it is hearing Costin say his name, or maybe it is the higher pitched noises Costin makes, or maybe a combination of the two, but Latimer finds himself draping himself over Costin's back, kissing gently at the side of his neck sweetly as he grinds into him. He can taste Costin's sweat, smell his musk, hear him breathing.
"Keep going!" Costin orders.
That snaps Latimer back up, resuming his dominant thrusting, abusing Costin's ass.
"Ahhh fuck, I'm gonna come," Costin gasps.
Hearing it's almost over actually makes Latimer a bit sad. Now that he's enjoying himself without any fear, it feels like it's ending too soon. He squeezes Costin's thighs tight and goes hard, turning red as he nails the pornstar over and over and over again.
"Uhhhh ohhhhh," Costin holds his cock as cum begins to squirt out on to the bed. "Fuuuuuckkkk..." he moans out.
Latimer slows his fucking and then just grinds on his ass, which actually makes Costin's orgasm extend even longer. The pornstar moans out loud, his whole body enjoying the sensation rippling through it.
Latimer slowly starts to drag his dick out of him, but Costin clenches around it. "Keep going until you're ready to finish."
Latimer nods and pushes back in. He shoves Costin flat on the bed, the pornstar's stomach on the cum puddle on the sheets, and humps him, hard.
"Uhhhh..." Latimer takes his hands off the ass.
"It's alright. Come on and smack it."
Latimer can't, no, he doesn't want anyone to see how much he's enjoying it, even though he could just claim he is acting for the cameras. But shit -- that ass -- it's so tight. No wonder guys liked fucking guys.
"Mmm..." Costin moans out, trying to fill some of the awkward silence.
He presses his hands on the bed in front of him and bounces his ass faster on the dick, riding it all the way down to Latimer's balls and back up so just the head is in him. He repeats the motion gaining speed, making the bed shake, not just from the action but from Latimer twitching uncontrollably.
"Yeah you like it," Costin taunts.
"Uhh uhhh uhhh," Latimer closes his eyes in disbelief at how much he is indeed enjoying it.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" Costin asks. "Pound me real good?"
Latimer was hoping that Costin would just ride him until he came, but the pornstar clearly could last forever doing this. Maybe if he nailed that ass he could end this faster. "Alright."
Latimer sits up and the two adjust their positions with Costin on his hands and knees, back arched so his muscular ass is pointed right at Latimer's face. "It's just an ass. Women have asses, so this isn't gay," Latimer tells himself.
"Come on, show me what you've got," Costin says, twerking his butt for the Brit.
Latimer spits on his hand and rubs the saliva up and down his shaft and then quickly slides his dick back into Costin before he can have second thoughts.
"Ahhhh..." Latimer's sigh is one of intense relief.
"Fuckkkkk..." Costin chokes, surprised at how Latimer didn't waste any time.
Latimer rubs Costin's lower back, soothing him as he slowly thrusts his cock in him. He then grips the pornstar's hips tight and begins to really pump into him. He growls deeply, thrusting hard and fast and deep, his hips slapping against Costin's ass as the pornstar moans and screams. He's not sure if Costin is playing it up for the cameras or if he's really just that good, but either way it gives Latimer the confidence to keep fucking him hard. He flips his hair out of his face and looks directly at the camera and winks, truly having fun with the experience.
Likewise, Costin can't believe what a natural Latimer is turning out to be. It makes him feel good for pursuing him and getting him to come around. But the way Latimer is dominating him and his prostate Costin can barely make out words to express his gratitude.
"Uhhh, Thom, Thom..." Costin gasps, "Don't stop. Don't stop, you're hitting my spot."
Maybe it is hearing Costin say his name, or maybe it is the higher pitched noises Costin makes, or maybe a combination of the two, but Latimer finds himself draping himself over Costin's back, kissing gently at the side of his neck sweetly as he grinds into him. He can taste Costin's sweat, smell his musk, hear him breathing.
"Keep going!" Costin orders.
That snaps Latimer back up, resuming his dominant thrusting, abusing Costin's ass.
"Ahhh fuck, I'm gonna come," Costin gasps.
Hearing it's almost over actually makes Latimer a bit sad. Now that he's enjoying himself without any fear, it feels like it's ending too soon. He squeezes Costin's thighs tight and goes hard, turning red as he nails the pornstar over and over and over again.
"Uhhhh ohhhhh," Costin holds his cock as cum begins to squirt out on to the bed. "Fuuuuuckkkk..." he moans out.
Latimer slows his fucking and then just grinds on his ass, which actually makes Costin's orgasm extend even longer. The pornstar moans out loud, his whole body enjoying the sensation rippling through it.
Latimer slowly starts to drag his dick out of him, but Costin clenches around it. "Keep going until you're ready to finish."
Latimer nods and pushes back in. He shoves Costin flat on the bed, the pornstar's stomach on the cum puddle on the sheets, and humps him, hard.
"Ughhh ughhh ughhhh!" Latimer roars.
He presses down on Costin's shoulders as he drills into him, pretending it's a tight pussy. And yet as much as he pretends he finds the bodybuilder's ass to be better than any pussy. The way Costin clenches around his dick, regardless of what angle, it's incredible. Then there's Costin's moans muffled in the pillows, asking for more without using words. It's becoming sensory overload.
"Uhhh, I'm coming..."
And in the rush Latimer pulls back from Costin and rolls him over, stroking his cock over Costin's face.
"UHHHHH UGHHH UGHHH!" he chokes out as his cum squirts out on to Costin's face and into his mouth.
"Ahhh, ahhhhh..." Costin moans in appreciation, lapping up the bits of cum with his tongue.
Latimer's whole body shakes as he remains kneeling over Costin, hand gripping his cock, letting the wave go through his body.
"Ahhh fuck," Latimer sighs, catching his breath. "That was intense."
Costin grins and nods, then wipes some of the cum off his face with his hand and sucks it clean off his fingers. He then pulls Latimer down on him and gives him a kiss, holding him still briefly.
"And that's where we'll cut."
Costin rolls off the bed and stops the iphones from recording. Latimer remains kneeling on the bed, panting, "That was quite the workout."
"So it'll take a couple days to have the video edited, but I'll send it as soon as I can." Costin says.
Latimer nods, remembering very clearly that this is a business deal.
"You can shower off first," Costin says. "I'm going start uploading this ASAP."
"Right."
Another impossible decision, but if I had to pick one of these two muscle hunks, as tempting as Latimer's gorgeous body and sexy accent are, I'd have to go with Costin.
He presses down on Costin's shoulders as he drills into him, pretending it's a tight pussy. And yet as much as he pretends he finds the bodybuilder's ass to be better than any pussy. The way Costin clenches around his dick, regardless of what angle, it's incredible. Then there's Costin's moans muffled in the pillows, asking for more without using words. It's becoming sensory overload.
"Uhhh, I'm coming..."
And in the rush Latimer pulls back from Costin and rolls him over, stroking his cock over Costin's face.
"UHHHHH UGHHH UGHHH!" he chokes out as his cum squirts out on to Costin's face and into his mouth.
"Ahhh, ahhhhh..." Costin moans in appreciation, lapping up the bits of cum with his tongue.
Latimer's whole body shakes as he remains kneeling over Costin, hand gripping his cock, letting the wave go through his body.
"Ahhh fuck," Latimer sighs, catching his breath. "That was intense."
Costin grins and nods, then wipes some of the cum off his face with his hand and sucks it clean off his fingers. He then pulls Latimer down on him and gives him a kiss, holding him still briefly.
"And that's where we'll cut."
Costin rolls off the bed and stops the iphones from recording. Latimer remains kneeling on the bed, panting, "That was quite the workout."
"So it'll take a couple days to have the video edited, but I'll send it as soon as I can." Costin says.
Latimer nods, remembering very clearly that this is a business deal.
"You can shower off first," Costin says. "I'm going start uploading this ASAP."
"Right."
Latimer had been nervous ever since his encounter with Costin. Did he enjoy it too much? What if this was a mistake? When he saw the edited version he calmed down, it-- he-- they looked hot. He actually became a little excited for the rest of the world to see it. And sure enough the release drew a lot of buzz, there was a little surge in his followers, but a couple weeks later his OnlyFan numbers were back where they started. And now Latimer had a feeling that even though he topped in the video, he had come out being screwed. He messages Costin saying as much.
Costin replies a couple hours later having to explain (like so many of their conversations it seemed) that of course Latimer didn't get a solid fan base from the video. It was one video. And he didn't bottom. He didn't even touch Costin's cock.
Latimer impulsively replies back: So let's make another one.
Costin replies a couple hours later having to explain (like so many of their conversations it seemed) that of course Latimer didn't get a solid fan base from the video. It was one video. And he didn't bottom. He didn't even touch Costin's cock.
Latimer impulsively replies back: So let's make another one.
It's only after he hits send that he realizes what he's committing to. He hopes Costin will decline, but instead the reply reads: When do you want to come over?
The next night Latimer shows up to Costin's hotel -- fancier than their previous hook up. He feels like he has to look over his shoulder ever second to make sure no one sees him here, for somehow he forced the connection of being recognized here with people realizing he's about to be fucked.
Costin has his room all set up with the iPhones on tripods as well as an additional one he can use for POVs. He hears a soft knock on the door and greets Latimer, happily surprised to see him in a white hotel robe. "Are you staying here too?"
"Nah, I stole this from the last place I stayed."
"Right, so do you need anything?"
"Just to get this gay shit over with," Latimer chuckles, his nerves showing.
"It's actually not as bad as it seems," Costin says.
He hits record on all the cameras and motions for Latimer to get into view. The wrestler proudly steps into frame with his white robe, tilting his head down to greet Costin with a kiss. The pornstar's hands press against his chest, feeling the hairs on his soft skin. He then tugs on the robe, letting it drop to the ground revealing Latimer in nothing more than a red thong.
"Holy shit," Costin is in awe, or at least he's acting like he is for the cameras -- Latimer can't ever tell.
Latimer climbs on the bed, sitting up on his knees smiling nervously. Costin climbs on the bed and saddles up behind him, massaging the athlete's chest and shoulders. He kisses down Latimer's neck, making the wrestler closes his eyes, like he's hiding from how good it feels.
Costin then pushes his head down to the bed, getting him to arch his back. Of course Latimer has positioned himself so his ass is away from the cameras, so Costin takes his iPhone and holds it for a nice shot of Latimer's rear. Costin rubs his thumb along the thong, making a circle over Latimer's hole. He then sets the iPhone down and bends forward putting his face right there when--
"No, no, no," Latimer starts crawling away.
"Do you want this to hurt?" Costin asks.
Latimer thinks about it, the last thing he needs to do is look like a little bitch taking Costin's dick, screaming out in pain. Begging him to stop.
"It's more for you than it is for me," Costin explains. "I just want to loosen you up."
Latimer tries to read Costin's face, to see if he's being honest or if he just wants to eat his ass. He remembers the last time his missus ate his ass out, it was pretty enjoyable. But then again she had soft, plump lips.
"Fine."
Latimer gets back in position, crawling to the edge of the bed, still tense with nerves. He feels Costin's hands on his cheeks, rubbing them slowly, admiring his sculpted rear, it helps ease him. He can't help but shiver when he feels the pornstar's breath on his hole, as he senses his lips nearing. And then he feels Costin's tongue lick a stripe across his hole and it brings back the feelings when his ass was last eaten out, only ten-fold.
"Ahhh fuck," he grumbles.
Costin continues to eat Latimer out like a man possessed, the sounds of pleasure coming from Latimer only encouraging him more as he licks and sucks at the hole. He's so turned on his cock begins leaking onto the floor where he's kneeling. And he's just getting started. He pulls off Latimer's thong completely and spreads Latimer's cheeks as wide as he can and thrusts his tongue in, pulling a squeal out of the big man. Costin fucks his tongue into him, working him open as Latimer mewls and moans, just short of begging for more. It's hard to believe the Brit didn't want this to happen, not with how his arms and legs tremble in delight making him teeter on the edge. It seemed like a pattern with him.
Costin finally lifts his mouth away, panting. He was never the biggest on rimming, but Latimer's ass tasted amazing and the sounds he made were even better. On camera it'll turn out even hotter. And so he moves on and begins by slicking his index and middle finger and pressing them up against Latimer's hole.
"OHHHH..." Latimer exhales a deep breath as Costin's fingers push in.
Costin can feel the wrestler clench around him as he works his fingers in and out of him, spreading them open to loosen him up. But really all this foreplay is making Latimer nervous. Did it really need to take this long to be fucked?
"I'm ready when you are," Latimer says.
Costin seems surprised hearing this, but pulls his hand away and pushes his cock up against his ass. He rubs it up and down Latimer's crack, building up momentum. He applies some lube to Latimer's hole and then his cock. The wrestler clenches the bedsheets -- this is the moment. But he looks forward and finds himself staring at the camera. He realizes it'll capture every little facial expression he makes.
"Wait!"
Costin does his best to suppress a sigh. "What?"
"I want to be on my back."
And just like that Latimer rolls over, lying on his back, looking up at Costin.
"You good?"
Latimer nods, trying to smile as an apology for being high maintenance.
"Alright, here we go."
Costin slides off the bed, standing at the end and sets Latimer's legs on his shoulders. He presses forward, groaning as Latimer's ass stretches around him and allows the head to enter, fuck he was tight. The wrestler himself scrunches his face, bracing himself for the pain, but after an initial flare, it feels... good? He opens his eyes looking at Costin who is waiting for him to signal he can continue. He exhales and gives the slightest of nods.
Costin starts slowly working himself into Latimer, knowing very well how things can change and be over they've started. Latimer's eyes are back to being closed, but there's no grimace on his face, just a hint of a smile. He scans down the wrestler's impressive body, as he hears the faintest of moans coming from his lips. And then he sees the wrestler's cock hardened up and now starting to leak.
"Ahh fuck you feel so good," Costin whispers.
"Mmm..." Latimer replies.
The pornstar plows into him a bit faster, keeping an eye on his face to make sure it's not too much. He realizes it's strange how protective he has become with Latimer. How he cares more about the wrestler's enjoyment than making a video. He goes fast with long strokes, giving Latimer all that he's got, and the big man takes it with ease. It's as if he's bottomed all his life.
"How's that feel?" Costin asks.
"Mate, you're damn good at your job," Latimer smiles.
Costin blushes from the compliment and presses his hands on Latimer's chest, feeling down his body until he reaches his hips. As he thrusts into him, Latimer's chest bounces in a way that makes Costin think he couldn't look any hotter. He takes the iPhone to record his POV, making a mental note that this will be a money shot for their scene.
"Don't slow down," Latimer says, taking the phone out of Costin's hand. "Get back to business."
Business? Business was making their video. What did Latimer mean? Costin leans forward and kisses him as he keeps his dick inside him. He then rocks his hips as he rises and sinks into him over and over, keeping his lips pressed against Latimer's. Latimer whimpers into the kiss, making Costin go deeper, harder. The rough fucking has turned into a passionate love making session. It isn't until several minutes later that Costin realizes that, he nips at Latimer's bottom lip one last time and then pulls away, trying his best to make it look like it's all part of an act for their scene.
"You want to try another position?"
"How about something where I'm in control?" Latimer doesn't want to look like a little bitch who just bends over and takes dick.
"You want to ride me then?"
"Sure."
Latimer's legs are shaking slightly as he begins lowering himself down, feeling what it is like to have Costin's cock literally up in him. His eyes are screwed shut but his mouth hangs open. His cock has never been harder as he sinks down lower until Costin is completely sheathed inside him. “Oh, fuck!” he cries.
Latimer couldn't believe how good it feels.
“Nice, isn’t it? Feels good?” Costin asks.
Fearing his voice would end up cracking or squeaking, Latimer settles on a nod for his answer. If anything, it felt too good. He sits on his knees and begins rocking his body back just a bit before rocking forward again. He speeds up and flexes both biceps, wanting Costin to worship his body.
Costin presses his hands on Latimer's chest, reaching for his biceps, equally impressed with the wrestler's physique. Latimer then moves both his hands to behind his head, showing off his body as he grinds on Costin. Costin wishes he had the iPhone to capture this POV, seeing how confident and hot Latimer looked impaled on his dick. He holds onto the wrestler's hips and bounces him steadily on his cock. Latimer's smile only grows.
"Uh uhhhh uhh..." Costin grunts.
"Ahhh, that's it," Latimer sucks in some air and exhales. "How about I show you what I've got?"
Latimer then sits up on his feet and squats on the dick. Costin gasps as Latimer nearly pulls completely off him, just to rock right back onto him until his ass is on his thighs once more. Latimer rides him fast, showing off what an incredible power bottom he could be. As he goes faster his moans become shorter and shorter until just the sound of their bodies colliding fills the room.
The next night Latimer shows up to Costin's hotel -- fancier than their previous hook up. He feels like he has to look over his shoulder ever second to make sure no one sees him here, for somehow he forced the connection of being recognized here with people realizing he's about to be fucked.
Costin has his room all set up with the iPhones on tripods as well as an additional one he can use for POVs. He hears a soft knock on the door and greets Latimer, happily surprised to see him in a white hotel robe. "Are you staying here too?"
"Nah, I stole this from the last place I stayed."
"Right, so do you need anything?"
"Just to get this gay shit over with," Latimer chuckles, his nerves showing.
"It's actually not as bad as it seems," Costin says.
He hits record on all the cameras and motions for Latimer to get into view. The wrestler proudly steps into frame with his white robe, tilting his head down to greet Costin with a kiss. The pornstar's hands press against his chest, feeling the hairs on his soft skin. He then tugs on the robe, letting it drop to the ground revealing Latimer in nothing more than a red thong.
"Holy shit," Costin is in awe, or at least he's acting like he is for the cameras -- Latimer can't ever tell.
Latimer climbs on the bed, sitting up on his knees smiling nervously. Costin climbs on the bed and saddles up behind him, massaging the athlete's chest and shoulders. He kisses down Latimer's neck, making the wrestler closes his eyes, like he's hiding from how good it feels.
Costin then pushes his head down to the bed, getting him to arch his back. Of course Latimer has positioned himself so his ass is away from the cameras, so Costin takes his iPhone and holds it for a nice shot of Latimer's rear. Costin rubs his thumb along the thong, making a circle over Latimer's hole. He then sets the iPhone down and bends forward putting his face right there when--
"No, no, no," Latimer starts crawling away.
"Do you want this to hurt?" Costin asks.
Latimer thinks about it, the last thing he needs to do is look like a little bitch taking Costin's dick, screaming out in pain. Begging him to stop.
"It's more for you than it is for me," Costin explains. "I just want to loosen you up."
Latimer tries to read Costin's face, to see if he's being honest or if he just wants to eat his ass. He remembers the last time his missus ate his ass out, it was pretty enjoyable. But then again she had soft, plump lips.
"Fine."
Latimer gets back in position, crawling to the edge of the bed, still tense with nerves. He feels Costin's hands on his cheeks, rubbing them slowly, admiring his sculpted rear, it helps ease him. He can't help but shiver when he feels the pornstar's breath on his hole, as he senses his lips nearing. And then he feels Costin's tongue lick a stripe across his hole and it brings back the feelings when his ass was last eaten out, only ten-fold.
"Ahhh fuck," he grumbles.
Costin continues to eat Latimer out like a man possessed, the sounds of pleasure coming from Latimer only encouraging him more as he licks and sucks at the hole. He's so turned on his cock begins leaking onto the floor where he's kneeling. And he's just getting started. He pulls off Latimer's thong completely and spreads Latimer's cheeks as wide as he can and thrusts his tongue in, pulling a squeal out of the big man. Costin fucks his tongue into him, working him open as Latimer mewls and moans, just short of begging for more. It's hard to believe the Brit didn't want this to happen, not with how his arms and legs tremble in delight making him teeter on the edge. It seemed like a pattern with him.
Costin finally lifts his mouth away, panting. He was never the biggest on rimming, but Latimer's ass tasted amazing and the sounds he made were even better. On camera it'll turn out even hotter. And so he moves on and begins by slicking his index and middle finger and pressing them up against Latimer's hole.
"OHHHH..." Latimer exhales a deep breath as Costin's fingers push in.
Costin can feel the wrestler clench around him as he works his fingers in and out of him, spreading them open to loosen him up. But really all this foreplay is making Latimer nervous. Did it really need to take this long to be fucked?
"I'm ready when you are," Latimer says.
Costin seems surprised hearing this, but pulls his hand away and pushes his cock up against his ass. He rubs it up and down Latimer's crack, building up momentum. He applies some lube to Latimer's hole and then his cock. The wrestler clenches the bedsheets -- this is the moment. But he looks forward and finds himself staring at the camera. He realizes it'll capture every little facial expression he makes.
"Wait!"
Costin does his best to suppress a sigh. "What?"
"I want to be on my back."
And just like that Latimer rolls over, lying on his back, looking up at Costin.
"You good?"
Latimer nods, trying to smile as an apology for being high maintenance.
"Alright, here we go."
Costin slides off the bed, standing at the end and sets Latimer's legs on his shoulders. He presses forward, groaning as Latimer's ass stretches around him and allows the head to enter, fuck he was tight. The wrestler himself scrunches his face, bracing himself for the pain, but after an initial flare, it feels... good? He opens his eyes looking at Costin who is waiting for him to signal he can continue. He exhales and gives the slightest of nods.
Costin starts slowly working himself into Latimer, knowing very well how things can change and be over they've started. Latimer's eyes are back to being closed, but there's no grimace on his face, just a hint of a smile. He scans down the wrestler's impressive body, as he hears the faintest of moans coming from his lips. And then he sees the wrestler's cock hardened up and now starting to leak.
"Ahh fuck you feel so good," Costin whispers.
"Mmm..." Latimer replies.
The pornstar plows into him a bit faster, keeping an eye on his face to make sure it's not too much. He realizes it's strange how protective he has become with Latimer. How he cares more about the wrestler's enjoyment than making a video. He goes fast with long strokes, giving Latimer all that he's got, and the big man takes it with ease. It's as if he's bottomed all his life.
"How's that feel?" Costin asks.
"Mate, you're damn good at your job," Latimer smiles.
Costin blushes from the compliment and presses his hands on Latimer's chest, feeling down his body until he reaches his hips. As he thrusts into him, Latimer's chest bounces in a way that makes Costin think he couldn't look any hotter. He takes the iPhone to record his POV, making a mental note that this will be a money shot for their scene.
"Don't slow down," Latimer says, taking the phone out of Costin's hand. "Get back to business."
Business? Business was making their video. What did Latimer mean? Costin leans forward and kisses him as he keeps his dick inside him. He then rocks his hips as he rises and sinks into him over and over, keeping his lips pressed against Latimer's. Latimer whimpers into the kiss, making Costin go deeper, harder. The rough fucking has turned into a passionate love making session. It isn't until several minutes later that Costin realizes that, he nips at Latimer's bottom lip one last time and then pulls away, trying his best to make it look like it's all part of an act for their scene.
"You want to try another position?"
"How about something where I'm in control?" Latimer doesn't want to look like a little bitch who just bends over and takes dick.
"You want to ride me then?"
"Sure."
Latimer's legs are shaking slightly as he begins lowering himself down, feeling what it is like to have Costin's cock literally up in him. His eyes are screwed shut but his mouth hangs open. His cock has never been harder as he sinks down lower until Costin is completely sheathed inside him. “Oh, fuck!” he cries.
Latimer couldn't believe how good it feels.
“Nice, isn’t it? Feels good?” Costin asks.
Fearing his voice would end up cracking or squeaking, Latimer settles on a nod for his answer. If anything, it felt too good. He sits on his knees and begins rocking his body back just a bit before rocking forward again. He speeds up and flexes both biceps, wanting Costin to worship his body.
Costin presses his hands on Latimer's chest, reaching for his biceps, equally impressed with the wrestler's physique. Latimer then moves both his hands to behind his head, showing off his body as he grinds on Costin. Costin wishes he had the iPhone to capture this POV, seeing how confident and hot Latimer looked impaled on his dick. He holds onto the wrestler's hips and bounces him steadily on his cock. Latimer's smile only grows.
"Uh uhhhh uhh..." Costin grunts.
"Ahhh, that's it," Latimer sucks in some air and exhales. "How about I show you what I've got?"
Latimer then sits up on his feet and squats on the dick. Costin gasps as Latimer nearly pulls completely off him, just to rock right back onto him until his ass is on his thighs once more. Latimer rides him fast, showing off what an incredible power bottom he could be. As he goes faster his moans become shorter and shorter until just the sound of their bodies colliding fills the room.
Suddenly he presses down on Costin, as the pornstar's dick rubs up against his prostate. "Ohhhh..." his voice his higher pitched than he thought it would be. "Fuck..."
Costin thrusts up into him, harder, faster.
"Uhhhh uhhhh uhhh..." Latimer's voice vibrates from the pounding. His hands try to hold on to Costin to keep himself steady.
"Yes, yes, yes," he shouts now, no fucks left to give.
His body begins to twitch and shake, experiencing what was easily the strongest orgasm he’d had in his life. His head falls back and his eyes shut, chest heaving. No wonder guys liked being fucked. He rubs his cock between Costin's tits, somehow it feels even better than doing that between women's breasts. And then his load shoots out, spraying on the pornstar's chest, getting on his chin, and cheeks.
"AHHHHH!" Latimer roars triumphantly.
Costin still grips his thighs, fucking up in him, getting close to finishing himself. Latimer's grunts keep coming, cheering him on, and soon Costin closes his eyes as he unleashes himself inside the wrestler.
"Uhhhhh..." Costin moans out, trembling with pleasure. Latimer falls on his back and pushes Costin's ass forward so that the pornstar's dick dangles over his face. He opens his mouth and takes the dick, surprising Costin. He looks at Costin in the eyes, swallowing visibly as he sucks him clean.
"Ahhh fuck," Costin collapses down on him.
Latimer wraps his hands around Costin, squeezing him tight. Not wanting to let him go. Wanting to forever thank him for that perfect anal orgasm.
"Well this video is going to be amazing," Costin says eventually pushing himself off of the wrestler.
Latimer remembers this was strictly business and sits up, trying to collect himself, his thoughts, and hide his feelings.
"I'll email you in a couple days when it's edited," Costin says, putting on some underwear.
"Right, and if you want to make another... you know what they say, third time's the charm."
"Yeah, but fans don't always like seeing you fuck the same guy over and over again," Costin explains. "If you want I can hook you up with some other guys I've shot with."
Latimer puts on his robe, trying his best to hide his disappointment, "Yeah, sure, whatever."
Fuck, Costin doesn't know what he's doing, why he's letting Latimer go. He wants to tell him stop, that of course he'd fuck him again. Instead he lets him go to the door, and the last thing the wrestler says before leaving is, "Nice doing business with you."
Latimer stands outside and takes a deep breath. Maybe this is why he always feared making a video -- how it would wake dormant feelings he's buried. That he would get attached. Misread a situation. Make a fool out of himself. At least he avoided the last thing. He begins walking to the elevator when he hears Costin's door open.
"Hey."
He's too scared to turn around. Instead Costin comes up to him and hands him a small piece of paper.
"My number. If you want to make another video. Or... not."
Costin thrusts up into him, harder, faster.
"Uhhhh uhhhh uhhh..." Latimer's voice vibrates from the pounding. His hands try to hold on to Costin to keep himself steady.
"Yes, yes, yes," he shouts now, no fucks left to give.
His body begins to twitch and shake, experiencing what was easily the strongest orgasm he’d had in his life. His head falls back and his eyes shut, chest heaving. No wonder guys liked being fucked. He rubs his cock between Costin's tits, somehow it feels even better than doing that between women's breasts. And then his load shoots out, spraying on the pornstar's chest, getting on his chin, and cheeks.
"AHHHHH!" Latimer roars triumphantly.
Costin still grips his thighs, fucking up in him, getting close to finishing himself. Latimer's grunts keep coming, cheering him on, and soon Costin closes his eyes as he unleashes himself inside the wrestler.
"Uhhhhh..." Costin moans out, trembling with pleasure. Latimer falls on his back and pushes Costin's ass forward so that the pornstar's dick dangles over his face. He opens his mouth and takes the dick, surprising Costin. He looks at Costin in the eyes, swallowing visibly as he sucks him clean.
"Ahhh fuck," Costin collapses down on him.
Latimer wraps his hands around Costin, squeezing him tight. Not wanting to let him go. Wanting to forever thank him for that perfect anal orgasm.
"Well this video is going to be amazing," Costin says eventually pushing himself off of the wrestler.
Latimer remembers this was strictly business and sits up, trying to collect himself, his thoughts, and hide his feelings.
"I'll email you in a couple days when it's edited," Costin says, putting on some underwear.
"Right, and if you want to make another... you know what they say, third time's the charm."
"Yeah, but fans don't always like seeing you fuck the same guy over and over again," Costin explains. "If you want I can hook you up with some other guys I've shot with."
Latimer puts on his robe, trying his best to hide his disappointment, "Yeah, sure, whatever."
Fuck, Costin doesn't know what he's doing, why he's letting Latimer go. He wants to tell him stop, that of course he'd fuck him again. Instead he lets him go to the door, and the last thing the wrestler says before leaving is, "Nice doing business with you."
Latimer stands outside and takes a deep breath. Maybe this is why he always feared making a video -- how it would wake dormant feelings he's buried. That he would get attached. Misread a situation. Make a fool out of himself. At least he avoided the last thing. He begins walking to the elevator when he hears Costin's door open.
"Hey."
He's too scared to turn around. Instead Costin comes up to him and hands him a small piece of paper.
"My number. If you want to make another video. Or... not."
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