Wayne is the gorgeous model / bodybuilder / fitness trainer who has been creeping into porn with several (but not enough) OnlyFan videos with various pornstars. Standing over 6 ft tall, weighing more than 200 lbs and hung as fuck, this versatile stud has all the star-making qualities -- he just needs to put himself out there more. And what is there to say about Lashley? Over forty years old, a wrestling career that spans decades, and a body that rivals those of guys twenty years his junior. It seems obvious to state that this 6'3 and 273 lb beefcake keeps getting better with age.
After the past few weeks of having pose downs against Theory, Lashley looks forward to having a regular match. Not that he didn't like showing off his sculpted body to millions of fans. More so it was the frustration of getting all hot and horny watching Theory pose and then nothing coming from it. Literally. It turns out Theory enjoys being a tease luring Lashley in only to pull away before anything can happen.
The bell rings and the two big men slowly circle around, eyeing each other. Lashley lunges first, startling Wayne making him jump back. The wrestler chuckles, can you believe this shit? He reaches out to grab Wayne, but the pornstar dodges him again, still very much scared. And why shouldn't be? Lashley is a beast. Lashley hops back and forth off his right and left foot and then charges at Wayne, but again Wayne side steps him, Lashley runs to the corner and shakes his head. Just when he turns around to face his opponent he sees Wayne coming straight for him. The pornstar hits a couple jabs to the stomach, knocking him backwards to the corner. He keeps going, hitting him in the head and then hits a few shoulder thrusts to the gut, stuffing him in the corner. He then steps up on the middle turnbuckle and delivers a series of blows to Lashley's head. Wayne looks anything but scared now. He follows it up by wrapping his arm around the wrestler's head and running out with a bulldog. Quickly, he rolls Lashley over and hooks his leg for the pin. One. Two. Lashley punches out wondering where the hell all this came from out of Wayne.
Wayne gets behind Lashley and puts his hands under his chin, pulling his back to his knee, locking in the hold. Lashley reaches back trying to grab Wayne, but can't reach him. He summons the strength to stand up, and then grabs Wayne's head and hits a jawbreaker, breaking free from the hold. Wayne takes a moment to collect himself and then grabs Lashley to shove him across the ring into the ropes, but Lashley reverses it. Wayne runs to the ropes, rebounds back, ducking Lashley's swinging fist. He gets behind the wrestler and spanks him in the ass. Lashley grabs his butt, in disbelief that Wayne just did that! Wayne then hits him with a spinning kick to the gut, and then slaps him across the face before lifting Lashley up with a press slam. Wayne is pumped from that show of strength and doesn't want it to stop. He grabs Lashley, getting him back on his feet only to hit him with a DDT. He rolls the wrestler over and happily slides on top of him, pressing his hands down on Lashley's chest for the pin. One-- Lashley punches out, offended that Wayne thinks he can win without even hooking his leg.
Wayne and Lashley get back up, and circle around before locking up in a grapple. Wayne gets the advantage and whips Lashley into the ropes. Lashley rebounds back, ducking a clothesline attempt, and then bounces off the opposite ropes and spears Wayne. He lands on top of the pornstar and delivers a series of blows until the ref pulls him off. Lashley takes a few steps back, ready to take control of the match again. He picks up Wayne and lifts him up for a delayed vertical suplex. Holding him upside down using one arm, struggling a bit with the massive weight above him, but ultimately keeps him steady long enough before falling back and slamming him down hard. Lashley sits up with a big smirk on his face as the entire ring quakes from the collision.
Wayne rolls away, rubbing his back, but doesn't get too far as Lashley grabs him by his singlet straps and yanks him back toward him. Wayne kicks back, getting Lashley to release him. He then runs to the ropes, building up his momentum as he bounces back, but Lashley runs at him with a crossbody, taking him out. Lashley then pulls Wayne back up to his feet and hits a neckbreaker. He crawls on top of Wayne, hooking the leg -- one, two-- Wayne kicks out in time.
Wayne rolls away, rubbing his back, but doesn't get too far as Lashley grabs him by his singlet straps and yanks him back toward him. Wayne kicks back, getting Lashley to release him. He then runs to the ropes, building up his momentum as he bounces back, but Lashley runs at him with a crossbody, taking him out. Lashley then pulls Wayne back up to his feet and hits a neckbreaker. He crawls on top of Wayne, hooking the leg -- one, two-- Wayne kicks out in time.
Lashley gets up and marches toward Wayne who is still on his hands and knees. He hits a sledgehammer to his back, dropping him flat on his stomach. Lashley then leaps up for a legdrop, but Wayne rolls away. Both men scramble up to their feet at the same time but Lashley lunges first. Wayne is ready for him, hitting a hip toss. Lashley scrambles back up and comes at Wayne, but is tossed again. The third time Lashley gets up Wayne hits a dropkick, knocking Lashley back into the ropes. He then takes the wrestler by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Lashley rebounds back and Wayne attempts a crossbody, but Lashley catches him. Wayne shakes his head, bracing himself as Lashely spins around and slams him down. The wrestler gets back up and pulls on Wayne's hair to bring him upright. He then wraps his arms around him and hoists him up in a bear hug. Wayne can feel their bodies press together which wouldn't normally be a bad thing if it weren't also taking the air out of him. Still his dick gets hard pressed up against the wrestler, which he knows Lashley can feel. He fights the urge to scream out in pain, but Lashley keeps his grip tight, squeezing Wayne's body, weakening him to cry out. Wayne tries to collect himself and punches at Lashley's head. After a couple of solid blows, Lashley shifts his position in the ring and then hits belly-to-belly suplex, sending Wayne across the ring like he were a doll. The pornstar struggles to keep his bearings, using the ropes to stand back up, still very weak from the hold. Lashley also takes his time coming at Wayne, giving the pornstar an opening. He charges at Lashley, but Lashley has good instincts and opens his arms, scooping him up for a powerslam. Wayne rolls under the ropes to the side of the ring, safe from Lashley's advances. He pulls himself up using the ropes, but Lashley grabs the top rope as he does and yanks it, flipping the pornstar up and over it on to his ass in the middle of the ring. Lashley picks the pornstar back up and reaches under Wayne's his arms and pulls him up to his feet, trying to lock him in his hold. The pornstar wiggles, trying to shake him off, but Lashley has much more strength than him. Wayne even tries grinding his ass on Lashley's crotch, but the wrestler doesn't shy away. He clasps his hands together and gets Wayne in the Hurt Lock, violently shaking him until Wayne collapses down on his knees, knocked out. And with that the bell rings, announcing Lashley's victory.
Last weekend -- backstage at the bodybuilding competition -- Wayne paces around in his bikini ready to show off all his hard work when he recognizes one of his fellow competitors: Lashley. The professional wrestler with an extraordinary body that looks even better now that he's only in a bikini himself. Still Wayne knows that with Lashley in his group it's not much of a competition, but considers it an honor to at least be sharing the stage with him. It's even more of an honor when Lashley asks him to help oil him up. Normally Wayne wouldn't agree to help out a competitor, but the chance to touch Lashley, feel his muscles, smell him -- it's impossible to say no.
Wayne takes the bottle of baby oil and slowly applies it to Lashley's back, knowing if he started anywhere else he'd instantly get a boner. But even so, the wrestler's backside looks impressive, especially as Wayne's hands approach that cake of an ass.
"Ahh, that's it," Lashley coos. "Don't miss a spot."
Wayne smiles widely and lets his hands wander up Lashley's inner thigh. “Won't dream to,” he replies, leaning down so his face was only about an inch removed from Lashley's buttocks. Oh how he just wanted to pull the bikini away and bury his face between those cheeks. Instead he turns away, grabbing the bottle and squirts more oil in his hand. He stands back up and rubs it on Lashley's shoulders, giving him a massage in the process.
"Ahhh, I'm so tight," Lashley sighs.
"No, you feel good," Wayne replies. "I mean, you don't feel tight. No knots."
He places his hands flat on Lashley's chest and applies pressure as he moves his hands upwards towards the collarbone. He does this a couple of times in a row before bringing them down to Lashley's abs.
"Ahhhh..." Lashley releases another big sigh.
The pornstar's hands move down his body, inching closer to Lashley's crotch. He can't tell if Lashley is getting hard or just packs that much, but is too scared to risk exploring his curiosity. And it doesn't matter either as they're soon called out to the stage for their class.
After all that Wayne doesn't know how Lashley feels about the rub down, seeing as the wrestler just says "Thanks" and takes the stage.
Wayne follows him out, and as they pose on stage, flexing their double biceps, puffing their chest with the front lat spread, looking for the light to hit their muscles at just the right angle. But as they turn around Wayne catches Lashley eyeing him. Is it something more or is he feeling threatened by Wayne's physique? But then when Lashley puts his hands behind his head for his abdominal and thigh pose, Wayne can swear he sees the wrestler wink at him. Wayne nearly loses his balance to which Lashley chuckles. If he did wink at him maybe it was just to fuck with him?
The rest of the competition becomes a blur as Wayne struggles to determine if Lashley is flirting or not. In the end, as predicted, Lashley easily takes home the top prize. Wayne approaches the athlete backstage to congratulate him and shake his hand. He's surprised when Lashley pulls him in for a hug, but then it makes sense when he feels Lashley's semi-hard through their bikinis. Just as Wayne opens his mouth to say something to reciprocate Lashley's advances the wrestler hurries away, having to get to the airport.
And now after their match, backstage Wayne approaches Lashley again ready to congratulate him on another victory. Lashley regrets fleeing away after the bodybuilding competition -- that's what Theory has been doing to him these past few weeks. Wayne is just as hot, if not hotter, than Theory, so why pass up an opportunity for some white ass. After all what's Lashley doing, saving himself for Theory?
Wayne takes the bottle of baby oil and slowly applies it to Lashley's back, knowing if he started anywhere else he'd instantly get a boner. But even so, the wrestler's backside looks impressive, especially as Wayne's hands approach that cake of an ass.
"Ahh, that's it," Lashley coos. "Don't miss a spot."
Wayne smiles widely and lets his hands wander up Lashley's inner thigh. “Won't dream to,” he replies, leaning down so his face was only about an inch removed from Lashley's buttocks. Oh how he just wanted to pull the bikini away and bury his face between those cheeks. Instead he turns away, grabbing the bottle and squirts more oil in his hand. He stands back up and rubs it on Lashley's shoulders, giving him a massage in the process.
"Ahhh, I'm so tight," Lashley sighs.
"No, you feel good," Wayne replies. "I mean, you don't feel tight. No knots."
He places his hands flat on Lashley's chest and applies pressure as he moves his hands upwards towards the collarbone. He does this a couple of times in a row before bringing them down to Lashley's abs.
"Ahhhh..." Lashley releases another big sigh.
The pornstar's hands move down his body, inching closer to Lashley's crotch. He can't tell if Lashley is getting hard or just packs that much, but is too scared to risk exploring his curiosity. And it doesn't matter either as they're soon called out to the stage for their class.
After all that Wayne doesn't know how Lashley feels about the rub down, seeing as the wrestler just says "Thanks" and takes the stage.
Wayne follows him out, and as they pose on stage, flexing their double biceps, puffing their chest with the front lat spread, looking for the light to hit their muscles at just the right angle. But as they turn around Wayne catches Lashley eyeing him. Is it something more or is he feeling threatened by Wayne's physique? But then when Lashley puts his hands behind his head for his abdominal and thigh pose, Wayne can swear he sees the wrestler wink at him. Wayne nearly loses his balance to which Lashley chuckles. If he did wink at him maybe it was just to fuck with him?
The rest of the competition becomes a blur as Wayne struggles to determine if Lashley is flirting or not. In the end, as predicted, Lashley easily takes home the top prize. Wayne approaches the athlete backstage to congratulate him and shake his hand. He's surprised when Lashley pulls him in for a hug, but then it makes sense when he feels Lashley's semi-hard through their bikinis. Just as Wayne opens his mouth to say something to reciprocate Lashley's advances the wrestler hurries away, having to get to the airport.
And now after their match, backstage Wayne approaches Lashley again ready to congratulate him on another victory. Lashley regrets fleeing away after the bodybuilding competition -- that's what Theory has been doing to him these past few weeks. Wayne is just as hot, if not hotter, than Theory, so why pass up an opportunity for some white ass. After all what's Lashley doing, saving himself for Theory?
Lashley smiles, "That's twice I won," he says squeezing Wayne's hand tight.
If the pornstar had any doubts that Lashley didn't recognize him from their competition, they are erased now. "Yeah well, you're fucking with me up there last weekend during the competition." Wayne points out.
"Ha. I want to be fucking you," Lashley says, wanting no confusion about his intentions.
Wayne can't believe what he just heard. So the wrestler was/is flirting with him? Wayne lets go of Lashley's hand and grazes the wrestler's crotch with it. "Still hard..."
"Oh? You gonna do something about it this time?" Lashley asks with some salt in his voice.
"Well, to the victor go the spoils," Wayne wittily replies.
"Let's take this somewhere private," Lashley says quietly.
They arrive at Lashley's penthouse apartment, floor to ceiling windows with views of the city. Wayne expected nothing less for champion. The wrestler leads Wayne over to his L-shaped couch, wrapping his arms around the pornstar and bringing him in for a kiss. He cups the back of Wayne's head and nearly swallows his tongue.
The kiss turns into a frenzy, as the men makeout while ripping their clothes off, trying to feel each other, gradually releasing their bottled up sexual energy to prolong the moment. Wayne doesn't know what comes over him, but he boldly lifts Lashley up and sets him down on his back on the couch, rolling him up so he can get a view of the wrestler's hole. Maybe he's trying to make up for his missed opportunity last weekend when he was rubbing oil on Lashley and wanted to eat his ass. Whatever the reason, the wrestler doesn't resist. In fact, he holds his legs back so Wayne can see his hole pulse, hungry to be fucked.
"Holy shit..." Wayne is in awe.
Wayne notices Lashley clutches his legs tighter, gritting his teeth as he breathes against his entrance, slowly mouthing around it. "Ahh--"
Wayne hums and licks, following Lashley's sounds, and presses deeper, swirling around longer as his moans grow louder, sharper. Reaching around, he grips Lashley's erection and swipes his thumb through the thick waves of precum, sighing through his nose.
"Ahhh..." Lashley rests his head in his hands, a satisfied champion.
Wayne continues to stretch him as deep as possible with his tongue, timing it with the jerks of his hand as well as he can. Lashley surprises him, letting out a loud moan. Wayne continues working more out of him, his tongue still lapping deep inside of him, until Lashley cries out and tries to move away, ready for something more in his hole.
Wayne obliges and lets him go, proud that he could satisfy such a gorgeous man.
"Give me that dick," Lashley orders.
Wayne adjusts himself on the couch. Lashley, with his back to him, stands with one foot on the couch, one on the floor and slowly squats down on to Wayne's penis. The pornstar holds it still with one hand, watching in awe as the muscle butt keeps going down, eating up more and more of his cock.
"Holy shit, dude," Wayne is shaking seeing Lashley get almost his entire length in on his first push.
"Ahhh, that's it," Lashley pulls back up.
The wrestler presses down on Wayne's thighs as he impales himself over and over, picking up speed each time. "Mmm..." the wrestler hums to himself.
"Fuck..." Wayne chokes out, still impressed with what he's witnessing, forgetting that he can feel it too.
He holds on to Lashley's body to help balance him, having no problem that the wrestler is using him entirely like his own personal dildo. He faintly sees their reflection in the windows, Lashley's white teeth smiling brightly. Their muscles, glistening in sweat. They look like two Greek statues come to life to fuck.
"Ahhh," Lashley rocks a little with the cock buried inside him, his hands settled on Wayne's hips, encouraging him to move.
Wayne flexed his thighs and braced his hands on Lashley's thighs before leveraging himself up, then sliding back down.
"Mmm... more..."
Wayne's hands are bruising, holding him so tight, and the heat of Lashley's back against his chest make him sweat even more.
"More..."
Wayne holds Lashley's sides and slams him down hard onto his cock, his tongue licking a long line up his spine.
"Ahhh... yeah...fuck me..."
Lashley pinches himself in the pecs as Wayne pushes up into him with his pole. He tries to remain silent, listening to the pornstar's grunts, sensing his determination to deliver pleasure to him. He lets Wayne keep going at it, but realizes the pornstar is letting him be in control of everything and would probably pass out from fucking him than say anything.
Lashley climbs off Wayne and gets on all fours on the couch while the pornstar gets on his knees behind him. He slides his long cock up and down Lashley's crack, hearing the wrestler moan, calling out for it.
Wayne spits on his head and then pushes in.
"Holy fuck!” Lashley braces himself as Wayne thrusts hard into him, jerking both bodies violently.
Wayne's hands close again over his hips, pulling Lashley toward him and then back away, timing his thrusts to deliver the maximum force. The couch creaks a bit at first, the hundreds of pounds of muscle colliding on top of it. But soon it's just the slick, repetitive sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the room.
Lashley can't smiling, this is what he's been yearning for for weeks. A nice solid fucking. The long dick and muscle man doing it are just a bonus. And he likes how Wayne starts off rough and only goes harder. He rubs his ass back on the dick, grinding on it, eating it up taking over from Wayne's thrusts.
"Ohhh fuck man," Wayne stares at the ass as it twerks and grinds on him.
He never thought Lashley would be a big old bottom, but then again people assume the same about him from time to time. At any rate, he's glad that the athlete's ass isn't just for show.
"Ahhh yeah, that's it champ," Wayne cheers him on.
Lashley keeps fucking the dick for another few minutes, dragging his own hard cock across the couch cushions, leaving a trail of pre-cum. The faster he goes, the faster his dick rubs, the friction delivering so much pleasure. As good as it feels, Lashley realizes he's getting the itch to fuck Wayne. He slows down, holding Wayne's cock in him and glances back up at the pornstar for the first time in this position.
"My turn?"
Wayne's eyes light up; he keeps getting surprised by Lashley. Just when he thought one thing the wrestler changes directions. But he's liked everywhere Lashley has led him so far, so he has no reason to object now.
Lashley climbs off the couch and positions Wayne on his back. He doesn't waste any time and guides his cock into the pornstar. "Good?" he asks tersely as Wayne nods, eyes wide, blown with arousal and need.
The wrestler rolls his hips and feels Wayne's hand press against his chest, almost as if he's pushing him to stop.
"Holy shit," Wayne tenses up. "Oh fuck... Yeah..."
The pornstar is slightly embarrassed, Lashley never once hesitated with him, but Lashley's cock is huge. He exhales a breath and feels settled.
Lashley adjusts Wayne's feet on his shoulders and begins pounding away. Wayne's body bounces with each penetration, his hand still on Lashley's chest, inching down with each penetration until he's rubbing the athlete's abs again. The wrestler feels as good to touch as he does inside him. "Oh damn..."
Lashley focuses on his own pleasure, enjoying the tightness Wayne offered. He finds a nice rhythm and closes his eyes, knowing that if he were to look at Wayne now he would practically bust. As much as he's enjoying himself, Lashley can hear it the same in Wayne's voice. Any inkling Wayne had to tell him to stop is gone, replaced with calls begging him "Don't stop, don't stop!"
The wrestler opens his eyes glances down and smiles at Wayne's erect penis, still hard for him. He takes over stroking for Wayne, letting the pornstar lean back and grip the top edges of the cushions.
"Ohhh..." Wayne loves how Lashley's hand grips his dick, slowly going down, twisting. "Fuck dude..."
Lashley leans forward and presses his lips on Wayne's chest. He kisses his pecs, swirling his tongue around them, making Wayne chuckle. He then drags his tongue lower down Wayne's stomach. The pornstar holds his breath as feels Lashley's mouth on his dick. He opens his mouth, but no noise comes out as Lashley begins sucking him all while plowing into him. One thing is for certain, Lashley is taking full advantage of the perks of having a big dicked bottom.
"Oh man, oh man," Wayne rubs Lashley's bald head, tilting his head up to see the focus in the wrestler's eyes to do an incredible job multi-tasking. "Oh fuck..."
Lashley bobs his head faster his thrusts now steady rocks.
"Ohhh dude, fuck," Wayne pinches his pecs, tensing up. "I'm gonna come..."
Wayne's unsure if Lashley heard him as he keeps going at his pace sucking him hard. He opens his mouth to warn him again, but it's too late, he bursts deep into Lashley's throat.
"Ahhh... fuck..."
Lashley doesn't choke or gag, slowing down until he holds just Wayne's head in his mouth. He spits it out, watching a bit of cum drip out down Wayne's shaft before putting his lips back on it and sucking it clean. Lashley lightly strokes his hip as he continues sucking, even drawing more out of him.
"Ohhh," Wayne presses his hands on Lashley's shoulders, too sensitive for such trickery.
Lashley stands back straight and swallows, amazed at how Wayne is still clenching around him. The pornstar cups his balls and uses his arm to block Lashley from touching his cock again, trying to collect himself so Lashley can continue. Lashley smirks proudly and then pushes Wayne's legs up to his shoulders, folding him in half. "I'm not done with you."
Wayne is impressed with Lashley's stamina and sure as hell isn't going to stop him from fucking him some more. "I'm all yours, Champ."
Lashley pumps into him with a steady rhythm, his heavy breathing not at all labored. If anything it's giving him a second wind, seeing the big pornstar folding in half, at his disposal, and having no shame in being abused like he were half his size.
"Ahhhh, ahhh..." Wayne pants harder each time Lashley's hips brush up against his skin.
Lashley drills deeper into Wayne, the pornstar showing no signs of it being too much. Funny he's gotten used to Lashley so quick after initially needing Lashley to stop when he was only halfway in him. Of course he's also still half dazed from his climax, maybe that's making him numb. But as Lashley goes faster he feels Wayne's entire body tensing against his at the sudden penetrations, like he's asking for more. He notices Wayne's dick is anything but drained and limp, he must have more in him.
"Come on, I know you've got more juice in you," Lashley says. "I could taste it."
"Oh... fuck... yeah..." Wayne moans out, stroking his cock faster and faster.
Lashley leans forward so his chest pressed flush against Wayne's as he tries to position himself just right. And then he moves an inch and feels himself push even deeper into Wayne.
"Oh God, oh God," the pornstar hugs Lashley tighter, pulling him in and not letting go.
The athlete slams down into him again and again hitting the pornstar's prostate. Each time Wayne struggles to stay still, the feeling so intense from the force Lashley uses. His eyesight is getting blurry, and he can feel his blood rushing through his veins. All of his senses are peaking and it's becoming too much.
"Uhhh, uhhh..." Wayne's higher pitch signals the sound of him coming.
Lashley pushes himself off of Wayne to get a view of his work, watching the beefcake try to stroke as fast as Lashley pounds into him.
"Oh god, fuck, yes, yes, yes--" Wayne's voice is cut off by the release of more cum shooting out on to his stomach.
Lashley feels his own muscles spasm, the wave of the orgasm captivating to him as he watches and feels Wayne's body slowly settle, relax into the mind-altering state of pleasure that almost always follows such an intense climax.
"Now I've won twice," Wayne chuckles before lapping up some cum off his wrist.
And with one last deep thrust Lashley knows his own dam is going to burst. He swiftly pulls out and holds his dick above Wayne's face stroking a few times until he utters out a powerful grunt, unleashing his seed on to Wayne's face and into his open mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh..." Lashley keeps his dick hovering over Wayne even after the last drop dripped down his throat.
And then Lashley collapses down on top of Wayne, his sweaty body pressed against Wayne's. They lock eyes for a moment, their heavy breathing is just loud enough to muffle their beating hearts.
"Alright stud," Lashley says, getting back up and ending their moment.
Wayne sits up, saddened that their afterglow is coming to an abrupt end. But then Lashley utters two words that get make his dick start to get hard again:
If the pornstar had any doubts that Lashley didn't recognize him from their competition, they are erased now. "Yeah well, you're fucking with me up there last weekend during the competition." Wayne points out.
"Ha. I want to be fucking you," Lashley says, wanting no confusion about his intentions.
Wayne can't believe what he just heard. So the wrestler was/is flirting with him? Wayne lets go of Lashley's hand and grazes the wrestler's crotch with it. "Still hard..."
"Oh? You gonna do something about it this time?" Lashley asks with some salt in his voice.
"Well, to the victor go the spoils," Wayne wittily replies.
"Let's take this somewhere private," Lashley says quietly.
They arrive at Lashley's penthouse apartment, floor to ceiling windows with views of the city. Wayne expected nothing less for champion. The wrestler leads Wayne over to his L-shaped couch, wrapping his arms around the pornstar and bringing him in for a kiss. He cups the back of Wayne's head and nearly swallows his tongue.
The kiss turns into a frenzy, as the men makeout while ripping their clothes off, trying to feel each other, gradually releasing their bottled up sexual energy to prolong the moment. Wayne doesn't know what comes over him, but he boldly lifts Lashley up and sets him down on his back on the couch, rolling him up so he can get a view of the wrestler's hole. Maybe he's trying to make up for his missed opportunity last weekend when he was rubbing oil on Lashley and wanted to eat his ass. Whatever the reason, the wrestler doesn't resist. In fact, he holds his legs back so Wayne can see his hole pulse, hungry to be fucked.
"Holy shit..." Wayne is in awe.
Wayne notices Lashley clutches his legs tighter, gritting his teeth as he breathes against his entrance, slowly mouthing around it. "Ahh--"
Wayne hums and licks, following Lashley's sounds, and presses deeper, swirling around longer as his moans grow louder, sharper. Reaching around, he grips Lashley's erection and swipes his thumb through the thick waves of precum, sighing through his nose.
"Ahhh..." Lashley rests his head in his hands, a satisfied champion.
Wayne continues to stretch him as deep as possible with his tongue, timing it with the jerks of his hand as well as he can. Lashley surprises him, letting out a loud moan. Wayne continues working more out of him, his tongue still lapping deep inside of him, until Lashley cries out and tries to move away, ready for something more in his hole.
Wayne obliges and lets him go, proud that he could satisfy such a gorgeous man.
"Give me that dick," Lashley orders.
Wayne adjusts himself on the couch. Lashley, with his back to him, stands with one foot on the couch, one on the floor and slowly squats down on to Wayne's penis. The pornstar holds it still with one hand, watching in awe as the muscle butt keeps going down, eating up more and more of his cock.
"Holy shit, dude," Wayne is shaking seeing Lashley get almost his entire length in on his first push.
"Ahhh, that's it," Lashley pulls back up.
The wrestler presses down on Wayne's thighs as he impales himself over and over, picking up speed each time. "Mmm..." the wrestler hums to himself.
"Fuck..." Wayne chokes out, still impressed with what he's witnessing, forgetting that he can feel it too.
He holds on to Lashley's body to help balance him, having no problem that the wrestler is using him entirely like his own personal dildo. He faintly sees their reflection in the windows, Lashley's white teeth smiling brightly. Their muscles, glistening in sweat. They look like two Greek statues come to life to fuck.
"Ahhh," Lashley rocks a little with the cock buried inside him, his hands settled on Wayne's hips, encouraging him to move.
Wayne flexed his thighs and braced his hands on Lashley's thighs before leveraging himself up, then sliding back down.
"Mmm... more..."
Wayne's hands are bruising, holding him so tight, and the heat of Lashley's back against his chest make him sweat even more.
"More..."
Wayne holds Lashley's sides and slams him down hard onto his cock, his tongue licking a long line up his spine.
"Ahhh... yeah...fuck me..."
Lashley pinches himself in the pecs as Wayne pushes up into him with his pole. He tries to remain silent, listening to the pornstar's grunts, sensing his determination to deliver pleasure to him. He lets Wayne keep going at it, but realizes the pornstar is letting him be in control of everything and would probably pass out from fucking him than say anything.
Wayne spits on his head and then pushes in.
"Holy fuck!” Lashley braces himself as Wayne thrusts hard into him, jerking both bodies violently.
Wayne's hands close again over his hips, pulling Lashley toward him and then back away, timing his thrusts to deliver the maximum force. The couch creaks a bit at first, the hundreds of pounds of muscle colliding on top of it. But soon it's just the slick, repetitive sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the room.
Lashley can't smiling, this is what he's been yearning for for weeks. A nice solid fucking. The long dick and muscle man doing it are just a bonus. And he likes how Wayne starts off rough and only goes harder. He rubs his ass back on the dick, grinding on it, eating it up taking over from Wayne's thrusts.
"Ohhh fuck man," Wayne stares at the ass as it twerks and grinds on him.
He never thought Lashley would be a big old bottom, but then again people assume the same about him from time to time. At any rate, he's glad that the athlete's ass isn't just for show.
"Ahhh yeah, that's it champ," Wayne cheers him on.
Lashley keeps fucking the dick for another few minutes, dragging his own hard cock across the couch cushions, leaving a trail of pre-cum. The faster he goes, the faster his dick rubs, the friction delivering so much pleasure. As good as it feels, Lashley realizes he's getting the itch to fuck Wayne. He slows down, holding Wayne's cock in him and glances back up at the pornstar for the first time in this position.
"My turn?"
Wayne's eyes light up; he keeps getting surprised by Lashley. Just when he thought one thing the wrestler changes directions. But he's liked everywhere Lashley has led him so far, so he has no reason to object now.
Lashley climbs off the couch and positions Wayne on his back. He doesn't waste any time and guides his cock into the pornstar. "Good?" he asks tersely as Wayne nods, eyes wide, blown with arousal and need.
The wrestler rolls his hips and feels Wayne's hand press against his chest, almost as if he's pushing him to stop.
"Holy shit," Wayne tenses up. "Oh fuck... Yeah..."
The pornstar is slightly embarrassed, Lashley never once hesitated with him, but Lashley's cock is huge. He exhales a breath and feels settled.
Lashley adjusts Wayne's feet on his shoulders and begins pounding away. Wayne's body bounces with each penetration, his hand still on Lashley's chest, inching down with each penetration until he's rubbing the athlete's abs again. The wrestler feels as good to touch as he does inside him. "Oh damn..."
Lashley focuses on his own pleasure, enjoying the tightness Wayne offered. He finds a nice rhythm and closes his eyes, knowing that if he were to look at Wayne now he would practically bust. As much as he's enjoying himself, Lashley can hear it the same in Wayne's voice. Any inkling Wayne had to tell him to stop is gone, replaced with calls begging him "Don't stop, don't stop!"
The wrestler opens his eyes glances down and smiles at Wayne's erect penis, still hard for him. He takes over stroking for Wayne, letting the pornstar lean back and grip the top edges of the cushions.
"Ohhh..." Wayne loves how Lashley's hand grips his dick, slowly going down, twisting. "Fuck dude..."
Lashley leans forward and presses his lips on Wayne's chest. He kisses his pecs, swirling his tongue around them, making Wayne chuckle. He then drags his tongue lower down Wayne's stomach. The pornstar holds his breath as feels Lashley's mouth on his dick. He opens his mouth, but no noise comes out as Lashley begins sucking him all while plowing into him. One thing is for certain, Lashley is taking full advantage of the perks of having a big dicked bottom.
"Oh man, oh man," Wayne rubs Lashley's bald head, tilting his head up to see the focus in the wrestler's eyes to do an incredible job multi-tasking. "Oh fuck..."
Lashley bobs his head faster his thrusts now steady rocks.
"Ohhh dude, fuck," Wayne pinches his pecs, tensing up. "I'm gonna come..."
Wayne's unsure if Lashley heard him as he keeps going at his pace sucking him hard. He opens his mouth to warn him again, but it's too late, he bursts deep into Lashley's throat.
"Ahhh... fuck..."
Lashley doesn't choke or gag, slowing down until he holds just Wayne's head in his mouth. He spits it out, watching a bit of cum drip out down Wayne's shaft before putting his lips back on it and sucking it clean. Lashley lightly strokes his hip as he continues sucking, even drawing more out of him.
"Ohhh," Wayne presses his hands on Lashley's shoulders, too sensitive for such trickery.
Lashley stands back straight and swallows, amazed at how Wayne is still clenching around him. The pornstar cups his balls and uses his arm to block Lashley from touching his cock again, trying to collect himself so Lashley can continue. Lashley smirks proudly and then pushes Wayne's legs up to his shoulders, folding him in half. "I'm not done with you."
Wayne is impressed with Lashley's stamina and sure as hell isn't going to stop him from fucking him some more. "I'm all yours, Champ."
Lashley pumps into him with a steady rhythm, his heavy breathing not at all labored. If anything it's giving him a second wind, seeing the big pornstar folding in half, at his disposal, and having no shame in being abused like he were half his size.
"Ahhhh, ahhh..." Wayne pants harder each time Lashley's hips brush up against his skin.
Lashley drills deeper into Wayne, the pornstar showing no signs of it being too much. Funny he's gotten used to Lashley so quick after initially needing Lashley to stop when he was only halfway in him. Of course he's also still half dazed from his climax, maybe that's making him numb. But as Lashley goes faster he feels Wayne's entire body tensing against his at the sudden penetrations, like he's asking for more. He notices Wayne's dick is anything but drained and limp, he must have more in him.
"Come on, I know you've got more juice in you," Lashley says. "I could taste it."
"Oh... fuck... yeah..." Wayne moans out, stroking his cock faster and faster.
Lashley leans forward so his chest pressed flush against Wayne's as he tries to position himself just right. And then he moves an inch and feels himself push even deeper into Wayne.
"Oh God, oh God," the pornstar hugs Lashley tighter, pulling him in and not letting go.
The athlete slams down into him again and again hitting the pornstar's prostate. Each time Wayne struggles to stay still, the feeling so intense from the force Lashley uses. His eyesight is getting blurry, and he can feel his blood rushing through his veins. All of his senses are peaking and it's becoming too much.
"Uhhh, uhhh..." Wayne's higher pitch signals the sound of him coming.
Lashley pushes himself off of Wayne to get a view of his work, watching the beefcake try to stroke as fast as Lashley pounds into him.
"Oh god, fuck, yes, yes, yes--" Wayne's voice is cut off by the release of more cum shooting out on to his stomach.
Lashley feels his own muscles spasm, the wave of the orgasm captivating to him as he watches and feels Wayne's body slowly settle, relax into the mind-altering state of pleasure that almost always follows such an intense climax.
"Now I've won twice," Wayne chuckles before lapping up some cum off his wrist.
And with one last deep thrust Lashley knows his own dam is going to burst. He swiftly pulls out and holds his dick above Wayne's face stroking a few times until he utters out a powerful grunt, unleashing his seed on to Wayne's face and into his open mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh..." Lashley keeps his dick hovering over Wayne even after the last drop dripped down his throat.
And then Lashley collapses down on top of Wayne, his sweaty body pressed against Wayne's. They lock eyes for a moment, their heavy breathing is just loud enough to muffle their beating hearts.
"Alright stud," Lashley says, getting back up and ending their moment.
Wayne sits up, saddened that their afterglow is coming to an abrupt end. But then Lashley utters two words that get make his dick start to get hard again:
If I could choose one of these two bodybuilders to be with, it would have to be the all mighty Lashley.
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