Kyle Fletcher vs. Giovanni Vinci

Fletcher is the young, buff hunk who debuted in 2021 and primarily shoots with Sean Cody. Even with a 7.5" cock this 5'8" muscle stud loves to bottom and has an infectious youthful charm that only makes him hotter. Vinci is the sexy bald headed Italian NXT wrestler formerly known as Fabian Aichner of Imperium. The 6'0, 220 lb beefcake has a gorgeous body regardless of what name he goes under, but his best feature might be that white smile of his.

Fletcher can't help but gawk at Vinci as he struts his way down to the ring pausing for photos. Veni. Vidi. Vinci.

Vinci gets in the ring and glances at Fletcher, taking stock of his opponent. He likes Fletcher's look, not very tall but loaded with muscle and a nice ass, definitely a class higher than some of the jobbers he's been facing lately. 

When the bell rings to start the match Vinci has a noticeable bounce in his step as they circle around with a big smile on his face. Fletcher wonders if he's the reason Vinci is so happy, but in doing so he misses the wrestler lunging at him. Vinci grabs him in a an arm lock and flips the pornstar down on his side, still squeezing his arm in the hold. Fletcher rocks a bit and manages to swing his legs up, grabbing Vinci's head with it and flipping him down on the ring. But the wrestler grabs ahold of Fletcher's foot and puts him in an ankle lock. The pornstar winces in pain and makes a mad push to the ropes, where he is able to grab the bottom one to get him to break the hold.

Vinci drops his foot, but not without taunting him with a threat, "You could have just ended things there."

Fletcher scrambles up to his feet but Vinci is ready for him with a double punch to the gut. He then grabs Fletcher by the hair, pulling him in a headlock, flipping him over back down on his side. Fletcher admires Vinci's bulging bicep, but not when it's around his neck applying pressure. The pornstar can see Vinci is smiling still, his charming grin now a taunt. Vinci keeps his arm around Fletcher's neck as he stands them up. Fletcher finds an opening and punches the wrestler in the stomach with enough force to break the hold. But Vinci comes back with a big blow to his back, knocking Fletcher back down on his hands and knees. Vinci gets behind him, wrapping his arms around Fletcher's waist pulling him up and over with a German release suplex. Fletcher crawls away to the corner as his opponent takes his time to pursue him.

When Vinci makes it to Fletcher's corner, the pornstar is already back on his feet. He tries to get Vinci to back away with a big slap across his chest, but it only seems to have turned Vinci on. Vinci taunts him to hit him again, Fletcher does, and the wrestler doesn't even flinch. Fletcher can swear he sees Vinci's package growing, and so he raises his hand for a third time to slap him. But Vinci grabs Fletcher's hand and twists it in a wrist lock, pulling him out of the corner. Fletcher rolls under his arm and grabs his leg, flipping Vinci on his back. He pushes down on him for the pin -- one, two -- Vinci kicks out and rolls away before the three-count.

Fletcher grabs Vinci's hand and whips him into the ropes. The wrestler rebounds back with extra speed and hits him with a shoulder block, knocking Fletcher flat on his back. 

Fletcher rolls away before Vinci can stomp on him and gets back on his feet, charging at the wrestler. Vinci side steps him, Fletcher runs to the ropes, picking up speed again. When he comes running back at Vinci he leaps with a crossbody, but the buff wrestler catches him. He adjusts his hold on him, giving Fletcher's ass a nice squeeze before spinning around and slamming him down in the center of the ring.

Vinci picks Fletcher up by his hair and goes to whip him across the ring, but the pornstar reverses it. Vinci runs back at him, ducking a clothesline attempt. But when the wrestler rebounds again Fletcher is up with a dropkick, knocking him down. Vinci hurries back up, only for Fletcher to pound at him with a sledgehammer blow to his back, keeping him on his knees. Vinci turns away to grab the ropes, and Fletcher can't help but smack Vinci's ass so readily on display for him.

Vinci hurries back up, his face turning red from embarrassment, his smile replaced with a frown. Fletcher shrugs, but that's no consolation, as Vinci charges at him with a knee to the gut followed by some blows to his head. Fletcher tries to shove Vinci back, but Vinci grabs him and pushes him into the ropes. When Fletcher charges back he looks ready to attack, but when he leaps at Vinci the wrestler catches him and slams him down on his knee with a backbreaker. He then stuffs Fletcher's head between his legs and hoists him up and slams him down with a huge powerbomb. He then slides on top of the pornstar and counts it out: one, two, three -- Veni, Vidi, Vici.

Fletcher steps out of the showers in only his towel, surprised to see Vinci in the locker room, changed, and in his all black suit. Did he shower? Vinci steps up to him, he smells like he showered. 
"Come take a ride with me."

Fletcher throws on some shorts and a tank top, undeniably underdressed compared to the suave wrestler. At least Vinci isn't sporting his tie, he thinks as he follows him through the arena to the back parking lot where there's a shiny red Ferrari Portofino parked. Vinci casually hops in, motioning Fletcher to take the passenger seat.

"Wow, nice wheels."

Vinci nods, he knows. They drive through the city, past the suburbs to a mountain, going up a windy road that provided beautiful views of the city. Once they make it to the top Vinci shifts into park. "How did you like that?"

"Incredible. I've never been up here before."

"That's just a taste of life in the fast lane," Vinci says, putting his hand Fletcher's. "My life." 

Fletcher is speechless, unsure exactly what the refined man with such a refined palate is doing with him.

"Come, look at the view," Vinci steps out of the car, taking his jacket off and throwing it on his seat. He unbuttons his cuffs, pushing his sleeves up as Fletcher stands next to him. Fletcher doesn't know what Vinci expects him to do, drop down and start sucking him off? He'd happily do it, but he decides to wait for a signal and not risk being stranded up on the mountain if he is misreading the situation.

As though he's reading Fletcher's mind, Vinci asks: "What do you envision happening out here between you and me?"
"Um... uh..." Fletcher doesn't know how to respond -- what he thinks will happen or what he wishes will happen?
"Is it this?" Vinci pulls him in for a kiss.
Fletcher brushes his lips over Vinci's, intending just a quick, soft kiss, but Vinci has other ideas. As their lips met, Vinci closes his eyes and then his hands wrap around Fletcher's head, bringing him closer. As his lips part, his tongue darts out to flick at Fletcher's lips. At the touch, Fletcher gasps softly, and Vinci slips his tongue between Fletcher's lips, darting inside, teasing. Fletcher shudders, then responds with more intensity, pulling Vinci up against him, tilting his head as he plunders his mouth. A moan escapes from the wrestler just as they break the kiss.
Vinci looks at him intrigued by his boldness. "Or... is it this?"
Vinci rips off Fletcher's tanktop, revealing the pornstar's ripped body, still having a pump from their match. He kisses down Fletcher's neck, to his chest.
"Ahh... yeah..." Fletcher sighs, still unsure how he's alone with Vinci.
Vinci runs a finger around the nipple, and Fletcher moans again, this time audibly: "Gio... Mmm..."

He puts his hand on the back of Vinci's bald head, pushing him into his chest, letting the wrestler suck on his pecs. When he's had enough, Fletcher pulls Vinci's shirt off, tossing it in the backseat. Vinci cocks his head, again impressed with Fletcher's boldness. 

The pornstar puts his hands on Vinci's chest, rubbing his hands in circles on the muscles, pinching his pecs, which makes the wrestler harder. He flicks his tongue at his left pec, the tip just brushing against it. He can feel the shiver going up Vinci's spine and then shifts to the right pec where he swirls his tongue in a circle before pressing his lips on it and sucking.

Fletcher pulls away with a grin on his face, looking at Vinci's reaction. The wrestler plays it cool, giving him an appreciative nod.

"Yeah, is this what you want?" Vinci says while making his pecs bounce. "Or is it this?"

He tugs Fletcher's shorts down, revealing the younger man's semi-hard cock. He then squats down and grabs it, stroking it as it grows in his grip. He holds it to his mouth, rubbing the head back and forth on his lips before he flicks his tongue out. Fletcher gasps at the first touch of Vinci's lips on his aching cock, his tongue lapping up the fluid seeping from the head.
"Ahhh..." Fletcher moans out, shaking, scared if he makes the wrong noise Vinci will abruptly end things. He doesn't know what he feels that way when Vinci's actions only show his intentions to be the exact opposite. "Don't stop..."
Vinci briefly pauses, making Fletcher fears seem valid, but then after a deep breath he swallows Fletcher to the hilt, his bearded chin brushing the pornstar's balls. Fletcher yowls at the sensation, his back arching as Vinci deep throats him, massaging him with his throat muscles, and leaving his body shuddering.
"Ohhh..." his voice calls out to the world below. "Mmm..."
Fletcher can't help but gently rub the bald man's head as it bobs back and forth expertly. The way the Italian's mouth squeezes around his dick is unbelievable. And then he sees Vinci glance up at him and almost blushes from embarrassment.
But Vinci only thinks it makes Fletcher cuter. He slides his mouth up and down the pornstar's cock, burying it in his throat over and over again as his tongue worked the underside. He glances up at him again, pleased to see Fletcher's eyes tempered with bliss just before he closes him. "Ahhhh..."
Fletcher's hips rock into Vinci's face, pushing his cock deeper and faster into the wrestler's throat. Vinci doesn’t flinch – he takes it eagerly and skillfully, moaning his pleasure at being filled so aggressively.
"Uhhh... uhhhh..."
Suddenly, just as the intensity seemed to build to a fever pitch, Fletcher pushes Vinci's head away. The wrestler stares at the spit-soaked cock glistening in front of him, still wanting more. But he can see in Fletcher's eyes that he can't take it and will end things far sooner than either man wants.
"Now I know what you want," Vinci says standing back up.
He unbuckles his belt and drops his pants, placing them neatly in the car. Fletcher eyes the naked wrestler up and down impressed with how confident he is being bare out in public. Sure they were alone on the mountain top, but this was a popular lookout and another car could pull up at any minute. But when Vinci turns his back to him, and arches it, offering his ass to the pornstar Fletcher instantly forgets about theoretical voyeurs and lines his wet cock up to his hole.
Fletcher braces himself at Vinci's entrance, placing soft kisses along his spine. And then he pushes in slowly and sits for a moment, letting Vinci relax around it. Vinci glances back with a look that says "What are you waiting for" and so Fletcher takes a breath and thrusts his hard cock forward. He pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in, keeping a gentle pace.
"Ahhh, yeah..." Vinci tilts his head up, sucking in air. Fletcher holds on to his waist as he thrusts inside all the way, as quickly but softly as possible. He feels Vinci's body clamp down around him, soft moans asking for more. He moves his arms up to Vinci's shoulders, holding on to them as he pounds faster, harder giving the wrestler what he wants.
"Mmm... good eh," Vinci glances back, his perfectly white smile makes Fletcher's heart skip a beat.

The more Fletcher pumps into him, the harder it is for Vinci to stand up straight. Soon he's bent over the trunk of the car, his hands pressing down on it. But his smile is just as wide as ever.
“God, you feel so good around my dick,” Fletcher says, feeling that all too familiar sense of heaviness as his dick twitches hard inside Vinci.
The pornstar takes the wrestler's wrists and pulls his arms back, lifting him off the trunk as he really drills into him. The sound of their skin clapping together, Fletcher's sweat dripping down Vinci's back, the tightness around his cock as he quickly fires his cock in and out of Vinci. Is this heaven, Fletcher wonders.
"Ahhhhh... yeahhhh..." Vinci's voice vibrates as he announces his approval.
He fucks Vinci hard like this for a few more minutes, dirty words spilling from Fletcher's mouth and pleading ones escaping Vinci. Vinci doesn't know what happens when Fletcher not only stops but pulls out of him. He turns around, concerned.
"Isn't this what you wanted, what you envisioned for yourself?" Vinci asks. "Or are you not worthy?"
Fletcher snakes a hand around and strokes Vinci's cock. "I want this."

The two men swap positions, Fletcher bending over so his chest is pressing down on the trunk of the car. He feels a warm breath go over his hole and pictures the Italian examining his entrance. His hole is stretched from his regular poundings. Fletcher hopes it's not too much to turn Vinci off.

He feels Vinci's beard brush against his cheeks and then the warmth from his tongue circling around his muscle. Then licking gently across the hole. Everything that Vinci does is just perfection -- even the slow building foreplay. 

Vinci rubs his hands on Fletcher's meaty ass as he slides his tongue in and out of him. Fletcher moans out loudly, if anyone hears him they'd think he's being fucked, but it's only Vinci eating his ass out.

When the wrestler finishes he hops on the back of the car and pats his lap for Fletcher to sit on it. The pornstar eyes the huge cock, and tries to calm himself down and not psych himself out. He turns his back to Vinci to squat down, but the wrestler spins him back so they're face to face.

"I want to see you when you take my dick," Vinci says.
Fletcher breathes heavily as impales himself on the Italian's horse dick. He winces after an initial stretching, but keeps going, pushing down until he feels Vinci's balls rubbing up against him. 
"Ah yeah, that's it," Vinci rubs his back encouragingly.

Soon Fletcher is squatting up and down faster on the cock, riding it like the pro he is. Vinci even pinches his pecs while he goes, stealing glances at Fletcher's rock hard cock every time it brushes up against his stomach. After a few minutes Fletcher rocks back and forth on Vinci's girthy dick letting it hit him at every angle.

"That's it, keep going," Vinci whispers.

Vinci then wraps his arms around Fletcher pressing their chest together, adjusting himself, knowing exactly where to aim. Fletcher loves being in Vinci's arms, holding him steady, freeing him to grind away on his cock. He shows off all his moves making the wrestler gasp and moan with delight. And Fletcher couldn't feel more proud seeing Vinci's eyes light up as he gyrates on his lap. Fletcher continues like this for god knows how long, he keeps waiting for Vinci to signal for a new position, but the wrestler doesn't want it to stop. Finally the pornstar finds the courage to stand up and say, "Alright, now you can really fuck me."

Vinci snaps out of his trance, happy to oblige. "On your back."
Fletcher lies down on the trunk of the car, spreading his legs open, holding them up to his shoulders as Vinci kneels into position. The wrestler pushes forward, stopping when the head of his cock breaches the tight hole.
"Ahhhh..." Fletcher groans out

As he shoves the entirety of his length inside Fletcher again, Vinci lowers his body to his and wraps his arms around his thighs to keep the younger man’s legs spread. Vinci watches as Fletcher's eyes flutter shut, how his lips part open in a beautiful moan as he’s filled up to the brim.

“You know how good you are at taking my dick right now?” Vinci asks as he pushes back inside with a drawn out moan.
"Fuck..." Fletcher means to say, "Fuck your dick feels perfect" but he's too stunned to utter more than the first word.

Unsurprisingly, Vinci has acute precision and every stroke hits Fletcher's prostate even at a bruising pace. The pornstar finds himself writhing around, unable to stay still from all the waves hitting his body. Vinci pins him, holding him still enough to keep fucking without missing a beat. He admires how the young stud's chest jiggles with each pounding, how Fletcher smile widens each time he gets deeper inside him, and how seamless the two seem to fit together.
"Uhhh, yeah, Gio...ohhh..." Fletcher moans out, sounding more and more impressed each time Vinci pumps into him.
Vinci puts a hand around Fletcher's cock, keeping it from smacking into his abs. It twitches so wonderful against his hand as he strokes it in unison to his thrusts.
Fletcher's mouth opens to moan but all that can come out are gasps. Vinci is used to this from his bottoms, unable to find words to express everything they're feeling. He just keeps going, his thrusts getting faster. Sweat forming on his brow as his stomach flexed once more. The tight heat of Fletcher is becoming too much, and soon nothing else mattered but the slap of flesh inside the room. He's so close to coming that he doesn't see that a torrent of convulsions wracks over and over Fletcher without any seeming end in sight. The pornstar can't control the moans escaping him, and doesn't want to. He wants Vinci to know how much good he is. And after a particularly hard stab at his prostate, he cries out, coming all over his stomach and chest -- all without ever having to touch his cock.
"AHHHH, fuck," Fletcher chokes out, his hand trembling as it holds his wet cock.
Vinci keeps rolling his hips around in a constant circle against Fletcher's prostate.
"God fuck," Fletcher shoots out more load he didn't know he had in him.
And then Vinci leans forward, his face hanging above Fletcher's. The pornstar puts his hand on Vinci's head, pushing him in for a kiss, as Vinci pumps his cock into him slowly, letting Fletcher ride out his orgasm. But Fletcher clenches on to his cock, making Vinci speed back up. And then with one more big thrust his come shoots out to paint Fletcher's inner walls. Vinci rolls his hips throughout the afterglow to prolong the length of his measure, only stopping when it gets to be too much for him.

"Ohhh," Vinci wipes the sweat off his brow and climbs off the car.

Fletcher slowly slides off too, stammering, "That was incredible."

"No. That was Veni Vidi Vinci."

Between these two musclemen, there's no doubt I'd pick the horse-hung Italian stallion, Vinci.