Brogan [Sean Cody] vs. Tama Tonga

Brogan is one of Sean Cody's bigger models who debuted earlier this year, but has made quite the impact, coming back for numerous scenes. The 6'1, 210 lb bearded stud has star making qualities aided by his frequent display of his versatility. Tonga is the adopted son of Haku and adopted brother of Tanga Lao. Currently wrestling in NJPW as part of the Bullet Club, the Tongan superstar comes in at an impressive 6'0 and 209 lb. 

Tonga didn't know exactly what he was getting into signing up for a match with an underground wrestling organization, but the pay was better than good and that's all that mattered. And now he finds himself entering the ring in some warehouse squaring off against Brogan in a best of five match. Brogan is about equal size, but doesn't look like he's a professional wrestler, donning a basic blue singlet. Tonga stands on the corner turnbuckle and strips off his vest, revealing his chiseled chest, regardless of where he's wrestling, he's going to treat it like everyone is watching. He tosses the vest to the side and turns back to face his opponent. It shouldn't be too long of a match, Tonga figures.

The bell rings and the two men circle around. Tonga makes the first move, grabbing at Brogan, but the pornstar dodges it and grabs him in a wrist lock. Tonga elbows him and breaks the hold and follows it up with a karate chop. Brogan staggers back and when Tonga reaches for him he comes back with a cheap eye poke. Tonga holds his face allowing the pornstar to get him in a side headlock.

"Yeah!" Brogan is fired up.

The pornstar tightens the hold on him, despite Tonga punching him in the gut. Eventually Brogan walks backwards into the ropes, which Tonga uses to shove him across the ring. Brogan rebounds back and slides through Tonga's legs, then grabs Tonga's head and hits a bulldog. The pornstar eagerly covers him, but Tonga kicks out after barely a one-count.
Brogan gets Tonga back up and after a couple of blows, whips him into the ropes. Tonga bounces back faster than Brogan anticipated and hits him with a shoulder block, taking him off his feet. 

"Yeah," Tonga mimics him.

When Brogan gets back up Tonga connects with a big boot to the head, sending him straight back down. Brogan rolls away before Tonga can stomp on him, but that doesn't stop the wrestler from stalking after him. Tonga grabs Brogan and whips him across the ring into the corner. He charges after him, leaping up with a stinger splash. Brogan stumbles out a couple steps and then falls down face first. Tonga picks him up and hits a gorilla press slam, showing off his strength. Tonga rolls him over and hooks the leg. One. Two--

Brogan punches out. Tonga thought he had it, and punches the ring in frustration. He pulls Brogan up by his short hair and whips him into the ropes. The pornstar runs back at him, ducking under Tonga's swinging fist. He then springs off the ropes with a crossbody and lands on top of the wrestler. He tries to stay on him for the pin, but Tonga flips him off after a one-count.

Brogan comes right back at the wrestler, pulling him to his feet and scooping him up for a bodyslam. Tonga rubs his back in pain as Brogan follows it up with a couple kicks. The pornstar picks Tonga back up and shoves him across the ring. Tonga rebounds off the ropes, sliding around Brogan. When Brogan spins to face him, the wrestler is in the air with a dropkick. Brogan falls back on his ass, a little dazed, while Tonga is ready to take him out. The wrestler grabs him into a fireman's carry and goes to the center of the ring. Brogan tries to squirm free, but Tonga hits a fireman's carry flapjack ending his fight. He crawls on top of Brogan, hooking the leg. One. Two. Three! 

The wrestler stands up and raises his hands up. One pin down. Two more to go. Brogan rolls over and pulls off the straps of his singlet. As he stands up he strips the entire thing off, standing there in a thong.
"What the fuck are you doing man?" Tonga demands.

"It's a strip match," Brogan explains. "Every time you're pinned or tap out you lose an article of clothing."

Tonga realizes he didn't fully read the contract. It was longer than the usual contracts and all he cared about was the money, which was a lot. He tries to calculate what he'll take off if Brogan were to pin him, but the pornstar reminds him, "Boots don't count."

Fuck. At first Tonga regrets taking off his vest at the start of the match, but then upon looking at Brogan he realizes if he pins him again, he'll be naked. Unless he has a tinier thong underneath that one, which seemed unlikely.

The bell dings starting the match back up. But Tonga is so panicked about what he's gotten himself into he doesn't hear it. Brogan runs at him with a big boot, knocking him back into the ropes. The pornstar grabs Tonga's wrist and whips him so hard into the corner he falls on his ass. Brogan races toward him with a running knee. He then picks Tonga up in a fireman's carry and hits a Death Valley driver. He hooks the leg for the pin. One. Tonga struggles to kick free. Two. Brogan keeps him pressed down. Three!

Brogan raises his arms up and steps back as the dazed wrestler slowly sits back up. He shakes his head and gets on his feet, staring back at Brogan. 

"Whatcha gonna take off?" Brogan taunts, licking his lips.

Tonga stands back up and slowly slides off his belt, thanking god it's part of his wardrobe.

"That's it?" Brogan pouts. "Oh well, more motivation to pin you again."

"Not gonna happen," Tonga declares with full confidence.

"I mean we're going to be naked after the match, why not speed up the process?" Brogan says. 
"Huh? What happens after the match?"

"After I win, I have my way with you," Brogan winks.

Tonga's eyes widen as he briefly remembers skimming over some mandatory "post-match" activities in the contract that were going to be at least an hour. He assumed it referred to a quick post match press conference or something, but he now realizes it probably meant something more erotic.

The bell rings, and the two remain staring each other down. Brogan knows he got lucky with his first pin, and that Tonga won't let it happen again. Tonga tries not to think about what he may or may not have to do after the match, and lunges at Brogan. The pornstar dodges his maneuver, getting behind him and wrapping his arms around Tonga's waist. He grinds at Tonga's ass, his bulge in his thong growing. The wrestler elbows him in the head extra hard, breaking his hold, but Brogan grabs him by the wrist and whips him into the ropes. Tonga comes running back at Brogan who squats down with open arms and lifts the wrestler up with a flapjack. The wrestler hits hard, bouncing to the corner, where he scrambles for safety. Brogan follows after him going in for a big splash, squashing him against the turnbuckles. Tonga slumps down into the corner and Brogan then spins around and rubs his ass into the wrestler's face getting him good with a stinkface. Tonga spits and pushes him away, but the humiliation is done. It also makes him think, if this is what's happening during the match -- what is going to happen after the match? 

Brogan picks the wrestler up by his hair, but Tonga is fired up and delivers a few punches to the gut. He then picks Brogan up and drops his ass on his knee for an atomic drop. Brogan holds himself as he hops away in pain, the move hurts a lot more when it's your bare ass. Tonga charges at him from behind, taking him out with a clothesline. "Yeah!" the athlete roars.

The wrestler goes to pick Brogan back up, but the pornstar counters with a surprise uppercut. Tonga wobbles backwards as Brogan sneaks around him and leaps up putting his knees to Tonga's back and pulling him down with a backbreaker. With Tonga down Brogan crawls across him, crotch in his face as he goes for the cover. One, two-- Tonga throws the pornstar off him like he were a twink.

The two men scramble back up to their feet at the same time waiting for the other to make a move. Eventually Brogan comes at Tonga, but the wrestler side steps him. When Brogan turns around Tonga kicks him in the gut and hits a mighty DDT. Tonga hurries to pick Brogan back up and hits him with a gutbuster. Brogan has the wind knocked out of him he can't even roll away, but it doesn't matter because Tonga is picking him back up again. The wrestler lifts Brogan up for powerbomb, the pornstar's crotch in his face, he can smell it, disgusted. Brogan tries to push back, but Tonga overpowers him and slams him down. The wrestler puts his legs over Brogan's arms and holds him down for the pin. One. Two. Three.

Tonga shoves Brogan away immediately, happy to have taken back the lead, 2-1. Brogan doesn't seem too disappointed by his second pin, smiling as he slides off his thong revealing his semi-hard dick. 

The bell rings and Brogan tosses his thong at Tonga's face. Tonga rips it away, but Brogan takes advantage of the distraction and kicks him in the gut. Tonga drops to his knees and Brogan comes up to him, thrusting his dick at his face. Tonga shoves him back and stands back up. He swings at him with a punch, but Brogan ducks and kicks him in the gut. Tonga bends over in pain, Brogan takes his arm and pulls it through his legs, gyrating on it like it were a dick, before kicking backwards, hitting Tonga in his head, sending the wrestler on his back. Brogan then grabs both of Tonga's legs and pulls them apart, enjoying seeing Tonga in the compromising position, before stomping on him. Tonga holds himself, curling up and trying to get away, but Brogan reaches for his legs again. This time he flips him over and locks him in a Boston Crab. He rubs his ass against the wrestler's enjoying the screams of pain Tonga cries out. But the wrestler refuses to give up. He reaches for the ropes, getting closer and closer, but Brogan pulls his legs up more, inching him to the center of the ring. The wrestler grunts, he knows he can out muscle his opponent and make it to the ropes, but he feels pre-cum dripping out of Brogan's dick on to his back. It's too much and he taps out.

"Awww..." Brogan sounds disappointed. "I was enjoying that position."

Tonga crawls to the ropes and stands back up, not wanting to look at his naked opponent any more than he needed to.

"Come on, take it off," Brogan taunts.

Tonga shakes his head, and looks down as he unzips his pants and slides them off. Brogan yanks them away, tossing them out of Tonga's reach should he try to put them back on. 

"How about that," Brogan admires Tonga's snug boxer briefs, growing hard seeing the wrestler almost bare. "You're making me excited."

Tonga tries to avoid looking at Brogan's dick, but can't help it -- the pornstar's piercing that appears to be taunting him.

The bell rings, getting his head back in the game. It's now 2-2 -- it all comes down to this. 

With the win within reach, Brogan is now more determined than ever. He marches toward Tonga swinging. Tonga ducks Brogan's punch and bends down, getting his head through the pornstar's legs. He goes to flip him over, but Brogan slides down and tugs on Tonga's briefs, rolling him up for the pin. One. Two. Tonga punches out in time.

The wrestler can't believe he nearly lost. He's so scared, that he takes his time getting back up and when he does Brogan is in the air with a dropkick, knocking him back into the ropes. Tonga turns away, shielding himself from Brogan, but Brogan grabs him around his waist and lifts him up for a bear hug. Their sweaty bodies press together as Brogan squeezes the air out of Tonga. Tonga turns red as he tries prying his opponent's hands off of him, but Brogan isn't letting go. He tries not to panic and elbows back at Brogan, missing. But the second one connects. Brogan carries him to the middle of the ring, still holding on. Another elbow to the head and he releases Tonga. The wrestler turns to get away, but Brogan is too quick and pulls him back towards him. He rubs his dick right up against Tonga's crack and then hits him with a German suplex. He arches his back for the pin -- one, two -- again Tonga shakes free at the last second.

Tonga realizes he needs to stop being scared or else he really will lose the match and what he faces will be worse than what's happening in the ring. The two men grapple, going back and forth trying to overpower the other. Finally, Tonga pulls Brogan in and hits a belly-to-belly release suplex. Brogan tumbles across the ring, and hurries to get back up. Tonga charges toward him, but Brogan ducks, pulling down the top rope and the wrestler goes sailing outside the ring. Brogan runs across the ring, building up his momentum and then flies over the ropes with a plancha, landing on top of Tonga. 

Both men lie on their backs in pain, trying to find the strength to get back up. Tonga makes it up first and grabs at Brogan, but his sweaty naked body makes it difficult to get a grip on him. Brogan elbows Tonga and slams his head into the side of the ring before throwing him back in. Brogan rolls in after him, but Tonga is on his feet, and stomps on him. Brogan reaches up, putting his hands on Tonga's thighs to pull himself up, but Tonga responds with a sledgehammer blow to his back. Brogan twists to his side in pain, defenseless. Tonga picks him up for another powerbomb, but when he's hoisted up Brogan punches back and reverse it with a frankensteiner. He pulls up on Tonga's legs, pinning him down with his dick in the wrestler's face. One. Two. Thr--

Tonga kicks out in time! Brogan can't believe it. He had him. He shakes his head in disbelief and grabs Tonga's arms and lifts him up for a pump handle slam, but Tonga rolls out of it midair and comes down grabbing his head, hitting the pornstar with his gun stun. Brogan flops down on his stomach and rolls on his back as the wrestler crawls on top of him for the pin. One. Two. Three!

Tonga gets off of Brogan, panting heavy after their long match, tire but relieved that he won so he can be in control of the situation. They roll out of the ring on to the mat covered floor.

"Nice job," Brogan says, shaking his hand.

"Thanks, but we can skip this next part." Tonga says hoping to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Not if you want to get paid."

Shit. If that's the case he'll probably just have Brogan suck him off -- that's the least gay thing he could do, right? He notices the clock is set to twenty minutes -- he thought the winner got an hour -- of course, he's not going to point that discrepancy out.  

"Okay, so I'll probably just have you suck me until the time's up," Tonga says.

"Really?" the disappointment in Brogan's voice is prominent. "Guess I'm gonna have to use my time wisely."

"Your time?"

"I get ten minutes for each pin." Brogan can see the panic in Tonga's eyes. "Don't worry, you're going to wish it were longer."

Tonga looks away, his heart is beating through his chest, he feels like he could throw up from all his nerves. But Brogan is there, putting his arm on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. Trying to look on the bright side Tonga admits that if he was going to fuck around with another dude, Brogan certainly seemed like one of the better options. 

"Take off your underwear and we'll start the timer."

Tonga turns away from Brogan and slides his boxer briefs off. When he turns to face Brogan the pornstar audibly gasps. Tonga's gorgeous body, from head to toe, with a nice girth-y cock.
Bzzz! 

The clock begins counting down Brogan's 20 minutes.

"So..." Tonga slowly steps toward the pornstar.

Brogan pulls him close, planting a kiss on his lips, sucking on him, even though Tonga seems to be pushing back. 

"Sorry, but I've been wanting to do that all match," Brogan exclaims.

Tonga nods, flattered, but not entirely turned on. But then he realizes that making out with Brogan for a bit -- maybe this twenty minutes won't be so bad. But instead of pulling him in and again, Brogan grabs Tonga's hair and pushes the wrestler down to his crotch. 

"Yeah, suck my cock."

The erect penis waves in front of Tonga's face. The dick that has been taunting him for a good portion of their match. He sticks out his tongue and closes his eyes, barely licking across the tip of the head. 

"Come on," Brogan yells -- Tonga can't tell if it's anger or if Brogan is just playing the role of dom.

The pornstar grabs Tonga's hair and shoves his face toward his hard dick. Tonga chokes with the dick barely half-way in his throat. 
"Don't choke on me now, breathe," Brogan orders, pulling back a bit before thrusting his dick back deeper in his mouth.

Tonga chokes a bit again, but Brogan pulls out before it's too much and then thrusts back in. He puts his hands on Brogan's thighs, trying to resist, but Brogan holds Tonga's head in place so he can skull fuck him smoothly. He wasn't going to let Tonga waste his time.
"Yeah... that's it," Brogan sighs as he comes to a nice pace that keeps Tonga from choking. "Yeah, take my cock."

Tonga gags hard, his body jerking as Brogan holds his face against his hips, letting him struggle just a bit. Brogan looks down, watching Tonga struggle then slowly rolls his hips back, letting him get the air back a little at a time, letting those sparks of pleasure light through his body.
"Ahhh..." Tonga gasps, before Brogan tugs him back toward him to inhale his cock.

Tonga keeps his eyes closed, not only does he not want to remember this moment, but there are tears coming out as he nearly gags every time the pornstar thrusts into him. He does feel some sense of relief hearing Brogan's satisfaction, and squeezes his mouth tighter around the dick, tasting a bit of the metal in his piercing. "At this point, it's done," Tonga figures to himself, "So, why fight it?"
"Oh yeah..." Brogan pinches his pecs, staring down at Tonga. Unbeknownst to the wrestler, but Brogan has stopped thrusting, and he's now the one bobbing his head back and forth taking the dick. "So hot," Brogan whispers. 

Tonga grabs the dick and starts stroking it while his lips follow his hand. The smooth slurps and heavy breathing are a far contrast from Tonga's initial gags.
"Such a fast learner," Brogan says, pulling Tonga back to his feet.

He plants another kiss on Tonga's lips. Although he's still surprised, Tonga doesn't resist, and kisses him back. 

Bzzz! 

15 minutes. Brogan hates that he has to pay attention to the clock and not enjoy Tonga at his own pace, but he knows he has little control over Tonga's hour, and he'd hate having any regrets. "Alright back on your knees. And bend over."

Tonga slowly drops down, and turns away as he bends over. He holds his breath, waiting for what he fears will come. Brogan's hands slap his ass cheeks, wiggling the bubbly muscle. And then he feels Brogan's facial hair rub against them and a warm breath against his hole.
"Ohhhh..." Tonga's moan escapes him.

He feels Brogan's tongue lick a stripe across his hole. Then circle around. He lets out a big exhale realizing the pornstar is merely rimming him. "Merely rimming him." What the fuck has he come to that another dude eating his ass didn't seem bad?
"Fuck your ass is gorgeous," Brogan exclaims, playing with the cheeks some more. 
Tonga lets out a happy sigh as Brogan kisses at the swell of his ass. He isn't sure if he's enjoying it or just enjoying the fact that Brogan's keeping his dick out of him. Either way he figures it's in his benefit to play it up for the pornstar.
"Ahhh...” Tonga moans loudly as he feels Brogan's wet tongue at his hole again. “Oh, fuck!”
Brogan holds Tonga's hips tightly and laps at his bottom's entrance. He attempts to slip his tongue inside, but Tonga is still too tight. Brogan keeps working with his tongue, getting Tonga to open up. 

"Ahhh yeah..." Tonga feels Brogan thrusting his tongue inside, moaning at the taste. "Uhhh..."
"Mmm..." Brogan enjoyed eating ass, and the taste of Tonga burst across his tongue served as a vivid reminder of exactly why.
"Mmm yeah..." Tonga's legs shake a bit. "That feels... nice..."
Brogan can't believe Tonga's ass hasn't been eaten out before. Such prime beef, ignored for so long. Well not any more. He buries his tongue in and shakes his head between his cheeks, making the wrestler welp out even louder. Brogan smirks when he pulls away, staring at Tonga's pulsing hole.
"Looks like somebody wants more..."

Brogan circles his finger around Tonga's hole, hoping to really loosen him up, but then--

Bzzz!

Ten minutes. Brogan's startled and his finger plops right in. Tonga moans out of surprise, but there doesn't seem to be any pain in his voice. Brogan pulls his finger back out; he didn't expect to spend so much time on foreplay. He looks at Tonga's hole -- it's going to be a tight fit. He spits at and sits back up straight on his knees deciding that he'll go for it.
"Alright, big boy," Brogan rubs Tonga's lower back. "Make sure you breathe."

Tonga is certain that this is the moment now. He's going to be fucked. He had hoped that making those noises would make Brogan lose track of time. Distract him. That the pornstar would find enough satisfaction if his pleasure from being rimmed. But that damn clock ruined it for him. And now Brogan's piercing is rubbing up and down his ass crack. He presses his hands down hard on the mat, bracing himself. He's so nervous he doesn't even realize that he's still very much hard himself, and that Brogan's touch is actually quite sensual.

"Relax..."

Brogan's cock still slides up and down his crack some more, then the tip catches on the rim of Tonga's hole. Tonga clenches up, his last form of resistance, but Brogan's head pushes in. It squeezes through, a bit painful, but once it pops in Tonga's heart is pumping. "Uggggghhhh..."
"There we go, Daddy," Brogan keeps rubbing Tonga's lower back. "Does it feel okay now?"

Tonga debates whether he should shake his head or nod, but rationalizes that if he lies and says it's not that the pornstar will do something else that will actually be painful. So he nods.
"Yeah, that's it," Brogan moves his hands up his back to his shoulders, as he slowly pumps his cock in and out of the athlete.
He pulls his cock nearly all the way out of the athlete before slowly plunging it back in once again. He continues with this slow pace for a while, hoping to stretch him out as painlessly as possible. It seems to be working on the former, but as for the latter, he's drawing whines out of the wrestler as if he were being abused.
"Uhhh... UHHHH..." Tonga sounds exasperated.

Brogan can't help but laugh, the way this big man is crying about barely even being fucked. But he'll show him what it's like to really be fucked. Brogan grips Tonga's hips and pulls back. "You ready for some fucking?"

Tonga refuses to answer that, focusing on his breathing and trying to count down the last ten minutes. Brogan grabs Tonga's hair and turns his head around until he can see his face out of one eye and feel his heavy breath against his cheek. "I said are you ready for some fucking?"
Tonga nods, which gets Brogan to release his hair. So much for Brogan being a gentle giant. And then the next thing he knows he is being lurched forward as Brogan slams back inside of him. "Ahhh..."
Brogan continues at a rough pace, their skin slapping together, watching Tonga's curly mohawk flop with each penetration. As harder as he's going, he's still not going all the way in. But he knows time isn't on his side, and so he decides to go for and snaps his hips forward. He buries himself in the wrestler in one thrust pulling a long squeal from the beefcake as he thrashes as if he was split open.

"AHHHH!"

Feeling the pornstar spear into him, Tonga clenches his teeth, grunting through them, waiting for the timer to buzz again, ending it all.

"OHHHHH!" Tonga's head jerks up, his eyes widen.
"Is that your spot?" Brogan asks.
Tonga doesn't know how to explain this feeling. But Brogan knows that he's found Tonga's prostate and is giving him the fuck of his life.
"Ahhhh..." Tonga's voice nearly cracks.
The way Brogan keeps pushing into him, it's enough to push Tonga right to the edge. There's no pain, just pleasure in each of his cries. He moans out louder, still trying to process the feeling of being so forcibly filled.
Bzzz!
Shit. Brogan can't believe he only has five minutes remaining. What does he do? Keep fucking Tonga or have a taste of the wrestler's girthy dick? He realizes he'd regret not having it so he drags his cock out of the wrestler. Tonga pants, his body still shuddering from the waves of pleasure ripping through him -- but he wonders what Brogan has planned.
"Roll over."
Tonga obeys and starts to spread his legs open, but Brogan stops him. The pornstar leans down and starts sucking his cock to lube it up, but finds that Tonga has been leaking pre-cum for a while now.
"Oh, so you have been enjoying it?" Brogan snarks as he crawls into position, kneeling over the center of Tonga's body.
He slowly reclines back and feels the wrestler's cock enter him.
"Fuckkk..." he moans out, "You really are thick. Whew..."
Brogan remains still, adjusting to the wrestler, pressing his hands down his chest. He rubs his fingers in circles around Tonga's pecs. Tonga is at first surprised that this is how Brogan wants to spend his last five minutes, but then again, considering how good it felt to be fucked he's actually not surprised, and maybe a little jealous?
"Alright, here we go," Brogan says slowly pushing himself down Tonga's dick.
He rocks back and forth a bit, chasing his pleasure, and then pulls up, letting the dick drag along his insides, before pushing himself back down.
"Ohhh, yeah, that's it..."
Tonga is fascinated by Brogan riding him. He can't take his eyes off the pornstar, watching the big man rock and sway, moaning out every time his dick hit him right. He's done anal with women before, but they never seemed to enjoy themselves as much as this bulky stud did. Tonga finds himself so turned on by it all that he starts up a rhythm, thrusting up as Brogan impales himself back down on his dick.
Brogan locks eyes with Tonga, smiling thankfully at him, "Yeah, keep going."
So Tonga thrusts up faster, letting the sound of their skin slapping together fill the air. 

Brogan praises him more, tilting his head back, pinching his own pecs. "Uhhh, fuck me, yes..."
Tonga rubs his hands down Brogan's sides. He feels the pornstar drool pre-cum all over his stomach, strings of it connecting them each time Brogan goes back up. He traces a finger through it, and curiously licks it up, finding the taste of Brogan making him feel intoxicated.
"Fuck yeah, oh, oh," Brogan's moans grow more intense.
The pornstar moves faster in his lap. Brogan's now stroking his cock, matching the pace of Tonga's fucking. He presses one hand back down on Tonga's chest to steady himself as it becomes more intense. He seems surprised to find Tonga grabbing ahold of his cock, taking over the stroking, but approves. He feels like he could come at any second, and maybe he should stop fighting it and unload all over the wrestler. Let him know he used his twenty minutes to their fullest. That Tonga can waste his hour with a blowjob and nothing else.
But then--

Bzzz!

With the sound of the buzzer Tonga pushes Brogan off his cock. He didn't mean to, he was actually startled by the noise this time.

"I'm--" Tonga wants to apologize, but it's too late. Brogan sees it as Tonga's less than enthusiastic attitude.

As both men stand back up the clock is reset to an hour. 
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Brogan asks, trying to reconnect.

Tonga nods slightly, not willing to admit the truth that both men knew: it was the best twenty minutes Tonga has ever had. As good as it was, Tonga can excuse all of it -- sucking dick, being fucked, fucking a dude -- as out of his control. It was Brogan's time. Now, what he chooses to do with his time shows who he really is.

Brogan can see Tonga calculating in his head, coming up with a plan. "So am I just going to blow you for the hour? Because I'm going to need some water."

Bzzz!

The clock starts and Tonga puts his hand on Brogan's head, pushing him down on to his knees. "Suck."

Brogan grabs Tonga's cock, still unable to get over how thick it is, stroking it all the way down, his hand twisting around it. "I said suck."
Brogan is startled by Tonga's order, but also turned on by him taking on the alpha role. The pornstar puckers his lips and kisses on his head before slowly pushing it in his mouth. He gags a little and has to pull out before trying again. He pushes the dick deeper in his mouth, but again gags some more and retreats. Too embarrassed to look up at Tonga, he takes a deep breath and tries again. This time he deep throats the monster dick no problem. He cups one hand around Tonga's balls as he begins bobbing back and forth at consistent pace.
"Mmm... that's it," Tonga licks his lips, enjoying the rhythm they've got going.

Tonga looks down at Brogan sitting on his knees, looking up at him like an obedient sub, his mouth completely filled with Tonga's dick. Tonga closes his eyes again, putting his hands on Brogan's head as he skull fucks him, pretending the puckered lips around his dick are those of a woman. As he tries to picture a naked chick blowing him, he feels Brogan's facial hair brush up against his thighs. Soon the naked woman in his vision turns into Brogan. He could deny that this is what he wants to picture, but his dick admits the truth as it gets harder picturing the pornstar. Tonga pulls on Brogan's short hair as he opens his eyes and sees the eager cocksucker bobbing his head on his cock.

"Hold on," Tonga pulls him off his dick, a long strand of pre-cum strings out between them. 

Brogan wipes his lips, curious to find out what the wrestler has in store. Tonga lies down on the mat and directs Brogan to climb on top of him so that the pornstar's ass is in his face. Even though he's still sucking Tonga's cock (who would've thought he'd complain about sucking dick?) Brogan still has hope that Tonga will do more with him in his time.

The wrestler looks at Brogan's hairy ass - he's never eaten ass before, not even when he did anal with any of his female partners. But the way Brogan ate him out made him curious to see what the deal was. So he tilts his head up and begins licking up and down Brogan's crack.
"Ohhh..." Brogan moans with Tonga's dick stuffed in his mouth.

Tonga licks long stripes up his ass ending with his tongue flicking into his hole. Brogan trembles each time Tonga's tongue approaches his rim. The wrestler likes the way Brogan tastes, immediately seeing the appeal, and so he eagerly stuffs his face between Brogan's cheeks trying to get as much of it as he can.

"Ohhhhh," Brogan tilts his head up, stroking Tonga's cock, noticing how much harder it's gotten since he started rimming him. "Eat my ass Daddy."

As Tonga goes to town, Brogan resumes his dick sucking, despite how tired his mouth is. Still he never gets tired of slurping the dick out of his mouth and seeing pulse, begging for more, which he gladly gives him. "Mmm..." 

The two continue pleasuring each other with their tongues losing track of time until the clock reminds them:

Bzzz! 

Forty-five minutes left. Tonga can't believe fifteen minutes flew by just like that -- Brogan did much more in his first fifteen minutes. Tonga taps Brogan's ass, getting the pornstar to spit the dick out of his mouth. Brogan still holds onto the shaft, as he waits for instructions.

"Lie on you stomach," Tonga orders.

Brogan releases Tonga's dick and obeys his command. He holds his breath, wondering what Tonga has planned. Is he just going to eat his ass out for another forty-five minutes? He feels the wrestler crawl on top of him and can smell his sexy musk. Tonga's dick rubs against his ass, between his cheeks. Brogan arches his back, hoping to entice him for a fuck. Tonga then slaps his hand on the pornstar's fat rear, rubbing it slowly as he guides his dick.

"Ohhh..." Brogan exhales feeling Tonga back inside him.

The wrestler also groans at the tight heat gripping his cock, he can't believe how different it feels compared to when Brogan was riding him. He puts his hand on Brogan's head, pressing it down to the mat and begins humping him, drilling his dick into that ass with steady paced strokes.

"Oh yeah, oh, ohhh, ohhhh," Brogan moans out.

Tonga keeps coming faster, enjoying the ability to be rough with the hunk and only hearing him beg for more, "Fuck yeah, uhhh, yeah..."

Whenever he did anal with a woman Tonga could never go like this. Cries to stop, or winces of pain would bring things to a crawl if not an outright end. But now there is no limitation, so Tonga shows off his strength with hard thrusts. He goes deep into Brogan that feel like he's trying to bury the pornstar into the mats. He grunts with each thrust, sounding like a beast. 

"Yeah, fuck yeah, that's the spot right there," Brogan moans out between breaths. He doesn't know what caused Tonga to change his mind, but he isn't going to question it and instead enjoy the ride, and make sure Tonga knows how much he's enjoying every second of it. "Uhhhh... Yeah... fuck me..."

Tonga takes his hand off Brogan's head, deciding to mix things up and varying between his deep thrusts and holding his dick in Brogan and rocking back and forth. The pornstar continues to moan out with every action, his voice growing tired, but still unable to resist calling out. He can't help but constantly glance back, admiring the ripped wrestler fucking him, making sure this isn't just a dream. 

Seeing Brogan look back at him, Tonga feels more and more confident. He didn't have his doubts, but considering it's his first time with a guy, it provides him with the reassurance. Tonga leans forward, pressing his chest on to Brogan's sweaty back. He nips at Brogan's ear, kissing down his neck all while fucking him.

"Ohhh, god..." Brogan sounds like he's in heaven.

Tonga leans back up and presses on Brogan's shoulders as he lets out a big burst of short rapid fire thrusts into him.

"Oh my god, fuck yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah," Brogan's voice vibrates with the fucking.

Brogan's body rubs against the pre-cum puddles he's been leaking on the mats. He can't believe Tonga had this in him the entire time.  

Tonga slows down and rolls his body in for a deep penetrating fuck, holding his dick in Brogan for a moment before slowly dragging it out to repeat. And again. And again.
"Ohhhhh godddd..." Brogan could take it like this for the rest of Tonga's time.
And just as that thought crosses Brogan's mind:

Bzzz!

Halfway over now. Tonga humps Brogan for a while longer and then leans back in and kisses him on the lips before turning him over on his back. Instinctively, Brogan spreads his legs wide open, pulling them up towards his chest as Tonga kneels between them and lowers his cock in.

"Ohhhh..." Brogan's body shakes as Tonga pushes in with a deep thrust.

Tonga holds Brogan's ankles keeping them from hitting his face and he plows into him, now having a nice view of the pornstar's beefy body. Brogan's eyes light up when their eyes meet. 

"Yeahhh... yeah..." Brogan strokes his cock, slapping it every once in a while against Tonga's stomach. "Come on, yeah..."

Tonga slides his hands down Brogan's legs holding them against his thighs as he fucks harder. The longer he goes, the more he leans in until their lips are about to touch. Tonga flicks out his tongue and licks Brogan playfully, before snapping back upright.
"Fuck..." Brogan chuckles in delight at Tonga's playful manner.

But the wrestler is ready to get back to work, setting Brogan's feet on his shoulders as he drills deep into him. He watches as the pornstar's chest bounces with each penetration, his nipples rock hard. The wrestler finds it sexier than any woman he's fucked who had her tits bounce. He pinches one of Brogan's pecs, and Brogan nods encouraging him to keep going. He pinches the other, leaving it slightly red. Then he slaps Brogan on the face, testing how rough he wants it.
"Uhh, come on Tama," Brogan taunts. 

The wrestler slaps him again, then spits at his face. Brogan loves the abuse -- so rare to find a top as big as he is, he's happy to take advantage of it and be owned. Tonga then slaps Brogan's ass, temporarily branding it with a nice red handprint.

Soon Brogan's moans become quieter sighs, his eyes closed. So now Tonga moans, feeling like a beast, but that is only turning on Brogan even more. He's so close to coming, but he doesn't want to announce it, choosing to fight it off and prolong the fucking. But Tonga is nailing his prostate, and after one particular stroke Brogan's head tilts up, his eyes widen, "OH YEAH..."
He nods for Tonga to keep going, which he does. Brogan's mouth hangs open, no sound coming out, instead it's just sound of their skin slapping together. Tonga keeps hitting him faster and faster, getting him to choke out some more words, "Oh god, oh... yeah, yeah."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Tonga moans with him.

"Oh god I'm so close," Brogan warns with a shaky voice, stroking his cock faster and faster.

The wrestler is close now too, both men moaning together as they reach their climaxes. Brogan first, squeezing his cock as his milky white cum oozes out on to his stomach. Immediately right after, Tonga comes inside him, not even trying to pull out.
"AHHHH..." Tonga yells out, the loudest he's been since topping.
He holds still, panting, enjoying the high after his release. But Brogan taps him to keep going. Tonga thrusts a while longer, his dick getting softer. Brogan shudders, whimpering softly as Tonga pulls out of him, resting on top of the pornstar.

"Holy fuck, you're good," Brogan says, still catching his breath.

Tonga blushes, and nods as a reply. He doesn't know what to say, but fortunately he doesn't need to say anything--

Bzzz!

Fifteen minutes left. 
"So...?" Brogan rubs his hands down Tonga's sweaty back, hugging him.

Tonga peels their sticky bodies apart and sits on Brogan's lap. He pulls Brogan upright so he can look him in the eyes when he tells him, "These fifteen minutes are yours."

Brogan responds by pulling Tonga in for a kiss, his dick growing hard just hearing the news. The pornstar proceeds to kiss down Tonga's neck to his chest, his hands going down the athlete's shoulders and muscular arms. He knows he should be using this gifted time for more, but he can't resist worshipping the gorgeous body at his disposal. He sucks on Tonga's left pec, nibbling on it slightly as the wrestler sighs out with approval. Then to balance it out, he goes to the right pec, swirling his tongue around before sucking on it.
"Ohhh..." Tonga puts his hands on Brogan's head, ticklish.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," Brogan smiles. "But let's get back to business..."

Brogan then adjusts himself, moving his now once again hard cock, and guiding it up into Tonga's hole.
"Ohhh..." the wrestler moans, feeling a slight burn.
Brogan worries he's rushing things, but Tonga smiles, indicating his comfort.
"You like dick now, don't you?"
Tonga blushes, now embarrassed for new reasons.
"What can I say, I have that way with guys," Brogan chuckles.
"Are you going to talk yourself up, or fuck me?"
Brogan cups Tonga's cheeks in his hands and slowly pushes up into the wrestler, watching Tonga's eyes light up. "Why can't I do both?"
Tonga playfully punches Brogan's chest and wiggles his ass on the dick, letting it go deeper. The way Brogan's piercing rubs up against his insides makes Tonga gasp out loud. As Brogan tries to pull back out Tonga clenches around it, forcing Brogan have to fight for his dick.

"Holy shit..." Brogan is speechless.

Both men wrap their arms around each other as Brogan begins earnestly thrusting up in Tonga. He picks up the pace, pumping his cock faster and faster. He feels Tonga grip him firmly, moaning softly in his ears, happily asking for more.

"Ahhh..."

Tonga leans back a bit, his mohawk flopping with each bounce on the dick. Brogan reaches out and feels his chest, squeezing it. Tonga takes Brogan's hands and puts them back on his ass and then bounces his pecs for the pornstar.

"Fuck..." Brogan moans out pleasantly surprised, "That's it, ride me Daddy."

Tonga raises his hands up behind his head and bounces on the dick, feeling Brogan's balls smack up against his ass. He isn't sure how much older he is than Brogan, probably ten years?, but it didn't seem like enough to warrant being called Daddy. But the way Brogan says it, Tonga will accept it.

"Fuck yeah, Daddy."

Tonga reclines back, balancing himself up with his two hands. Brogan does the same, plowing up into the hanging ass, watching the burst of emotions on Tonga's face. "Ohhh..."

"Yeah..." Brogan sucks in air as he pounds up. "Fuck yeah, that's right."

Tonga tilts his head back staring at the ceiling, his semi-hard cock flops against his stomach. He knows his hair is a frizzy mess, but he doesn't care. He doesn't need to worry about anything else in the outside world, choosing to enjoy this moment. "Damn... fuck me, yeah..."

Brogan is turning red, forgetting to exhale. He keeps thrusting up, definitely getting his workout for the day. 
"Ahhh... God... damn..." Tonga's eyes light up. "That's the spot."

Brogan sits back down and pulls the wrestler back on his lap, bouncing him a few times still hitting the spot, before rolling them over so that Tonga is flat on his back with his legs spread open.

"Oh how, I like seeing you in this position," Brogan remarks. Tonga slaps him. "Oh you want to be rough? I'll show you rough."

Brogan presses his hands on Tonga's thick arms, pinning him down, as he plows all the way into him. He rolls his entire body into each thrust getting in deep and smooth. He knows he's hitting Tonga's spot as he sees the wrestler's eyes roll back. 

"Yeah, that's it Daddy. Take it."

Tonga feels his prostate hit again and again, and struggles to stay still. He looks up to see how Brogan's doing, and the pornstar is flexing his biceps. "Yeah, don't stop..."

Brogan doesn't intend on it, not when he has a hot piece of tight ass available to him. He closes his eyes listening to their bodies crush, to Tonga sighing. When he opens his eyes again, Brogan happens to glance down and see Tonga's dick shooting hot and white across his clenched abs. He's not sure if he's more impressed by how the wrestler doesn't even need to touch his dick or that he didn't need to announce it. The pornstar grips the dick and strokes it, making Tonga jolt with a shudder, "Ahhh..."

Brogan pulls his hand back, licking up the cum off of it. He closes his eyes, feeling like he's about to climax himself. "Ohhh ohhh..."
He whips his dick out of Tonga and crawls forward over him. Stroking furiously he moans until no noise comes out. Wave after wave of shattering pleasure leaves him breathless and shaking as he empties himself on Tonga's face. The wrestler looking up at his dick, mouth open to readily accept his load.
"Ohhhh god," Brogan trembles as the last gush splurts out.
Tonga sucks on the cock, waiting to taste as much of him as possible. Brogan whimpers, and then falls next to him, but Tonga remains still staring at the ceiling. He's stunned, covered in their combined sweat and his own cum, and he's never felt better. He couldn't believe he was just fucked out of his brains and liked it-- no loved it. And that he wants more. He turns his head to face Brogan and the pornstar leans in for a kiss.

Bzzz!
Time may be up, but it is just starting for Tonga.

You really can't go wrong with either of these two thick beefcakes, but I'd have to go with the older wrestler.