Pietro Duarte vs. Nobuhiro Shimatani (島谷常寛)

Duarte is the sexy 5'5", 158 lb Brazilian pornstar. The mostly bottom stud made a big splash when he debuted in 2018, but has been a bit quieter recently, though he still keeps his fans drooling with frequent updates on his social media. Shimatani is the beefy Japanese pro wrestler who frequently changes the color of his hair. While he stands only 5'2" tall, he is a thick 159 lb -- and fittingly he's a member of the BULK orchestra stable.

Duarte had booked a vacation to Japan and along with it a quick shoot to help cover the costs. Or so he thought. Because it turned out something got lost in translation and his "shoot" was actually a wrestling match -- and it wasn't erotic wrestling either. It turns out to be unfortunate as Duarte finds his opponent, Shimatani, looking pretty darn cute and thinks he would have made for a nice scene pairing. Instead, with the bell dinging, they'll be wrestling in an arena in front of thousands of fans.

Shimatani steps forward and offers to shake Duarte's hand. The pornstar accepts and they both bow before circling around the ring, eying each other. Shimatani has never seen Duarte before, knows nothing of his fighting style, and has no idea what to expect. They lock up and Shimatani squats down, giving him the leverage to slide around Duarte's back and get him in a waist lock. He lifts the pornstar up and drops him on his knee with an atomic drop. Duarte hobbles forward, This is not what I signed up for! - but the wrestler doesn't let him get far before grabbing him and throwing him towards the ropes. Duarte comes back and gets a knee to the gut. Shimatani then gets him in a wrist lock, twisting his arm slowly, stretching out the pain. Duarte winces as Shimatani twists his arm a second time, but when the wrestler tries for a third time Duarte gets him in a headlock and flips him over on to his ass. He then hits an elbow drop on Shimatani's thick leg and grabs his ankle, locking it up. The pain in his foot is real, and Shimatani squirms to shake Duarte off, but the pornstar holds on tight. Duarte manages to flip his leg over and use it to push Shimatani backward, holding him down for a pin. But the wrestler punches up instantly, preventing even a one-count.

They both scramble up to their feet and lock up again. Shimatani pushes Duarte backwards into the ropes, but Duarte puts his arms through the top rope to get the ref to pull Shimatani back. The wrestler slowly lets go, letting his hands slide down Duarte's chest and stomach in what is surely an attempt to grope him. Duarte steps forward and slaps him. Shimatani holds his cheek in shock and then punches Duarte back. He grabs the pornstar's wrist and whips him across the ring. Duarte runs back and Shimatani hits him with a hip toss. Duarte hops back up and Shimatani hits another hip toss and holds his arm to get him in a lock. But Duarte uses his legs to grab Shimatani's head and flip him over for a brief pin, that again doesn't get a one-count.

The wrestler hops back up, not looking for anymore surprises from Duarte. As they stare each other down, Duarte strikes first with a kick to the gut. He grabs Shimatani and whips him into the corner turnbuckles. He follows after him with a spear, stuffing him in there. He takes a step back and then whips Shimatani across to the opposite corner. He charges at him, but the wrestler swings up his foot in time, giving Duarte a boot to the kisser. Shimatani bends over, holding his face, allowing Duarte to escape the corner and get behind him to put him in an abdominal stretch. Shimatani yells out in pain, but refuses to give in. Even when Duarte riases his arm and strikes him with an elbow. Shimatani holds his side, trying to rub away the pain, but Duarte shoves is hand away and pulls on him harder. Shimatani yells out again, louder, the pain more visceral. He tries to pry Duarte's hand off him, but the pornstar knows he's got him good. So Shimatani distracts him, grabbing Duarte's hand and letting it rub across his torso down to his crotch. It works, as Duarte grabs the wrestler's crotch loosening his hold, allowing Shimatani to fall backward and break the hold.  But as soon as he stands back up Duarte kicks him in the gut and then hits a spinning neckbreaker. He lays on top of the wrestler, hooking the leg -- One, two -- Shimatani lifts his shoulder in time.

Duarte pulls the wrestler up by his hair and tries to hoist him up for a powerbomb, but the wrestler fights back, punching him in the head. Duarte can't hold him and falls backward with Shimatani landing on top of him. The wrestler goes for the cover, but Duarte throws him off of him after a two-count.

They both race back to their feet, and Duarte grabs at Shimatani, but the wrestler shoves him off and hits a forearm blow to the head. He whips Duarte across the ring and when he rebounds back the wrestler connects with a dropkick. As Duarte gets back up Shimatani hits him with an enzuigiri. Duarte stumbles back, but the wrestler grabs him and hits a suplex. He follows that up with a pin, but Duarte again frees his shoulders before the three-count.

Shimatani is slow to get up, tired and sweaty, but still wondering what it'll take to put his opponent away. And yet the pornstar remains lying down, so Shimatani picks him up by the hair, kicks him in the gut and then lifts him up and on his shoulders and lands a crucifix power bomb. He keeps Duarte folded over for the pin -- one, two, three -- and the match is over.

Duarte's affair with Shimatani began immediately after their match. He walked in on the athlete in the shower, which nothing out of the ordinary of that. But Duarte's naked body drew Shimatani's eyes and the wrestler stopped washing himself just to stare at him. A friendly wave brought the wrestler to Duarte, the two of them under the same shower head, making out. They were hot for each, so hot that their first encounter was nothing more than a blowjow that ended with Shimatani shooting his load on Duarte's face. Their next hook-up followed Shimatani's match the next day. Duarte sneaked into the locker room, pleasantly surprising the wrestler, and received a blowjob as a reward for his stealth. The third time they hooked up they managed to make it past blowing each other in the showers and took things to the empty locker room where Duarte rode on Shimatani's lap. Though they didn't speak the same language, they both understood very well what it was like to be a shorter man in a tall man's world, and the struggles they had finding someone (usually taller) to bottom for them. So having a hot pornstar not only bottom for him, but ride his lap, was something Shimatani never imagined would happen. It was like a dream come true. It ended with Shimatani coming inside Duarte followed by the pornstar spreading his seed onto the wrestler's chest, licking up all the evidence of the mess before hitting the showers together again. The fourth time they hooked up they nearly got walked in on by one of Shimatani's fellow Bulk Orchestra members, Hayato Tamura. Duarte was fucking the wrestler bent over on the bench in the middle of the locker room, unaware that Tamura was in the showers. There have been few times where Duarte was the bigger man topping, and so the thrill of it had him extra vocal. Their loud moaning was muffled by the steady stream of water in the showers, but once Tamura finished he could hear Shimatani's cries. He wrapped a towel around his waist and raced out of the shower. Hearing him scramble, the two naked hunks hurried just as quick to throw on clothes (inside out, which Tamura didn't seem to notice), enabling them to gaslight Tamura into thinking he was hearing things and that there were no noises coming from them in the locker room. Once Tamura changed and left the locker room (which seemed like hours, but was merely three minutes) the two picked up right where they left off, with Shimatani on the bench and Duarte stuffing his ass with his dick until he came. After that close call, their fifth hook-up was a more thought out affair, Duarte not meeting Shimatani after his match until he returned to his hotel room. They went at it hard, as though it had been weeks (and not a day) since their last encounter, proving that their lustful public escapades weren't at all heightened by the thrill from the risk of being caught in the act. The two ended up flip-flopping on the hotel bed until the wee hours of the morning, coming in unison.

It is now the last day of Duarte's week long trip to Japan (not that he saw much of the country, or even the city, since he became infatuated with the wrestler) and the two know that this will be their final time together until... who knows how long. Shimatani manages to sneak them back into the arena after it's closed, allowing their final hook-up to be right where it all started: in the ring.

Shimatani flashes his cute smile, welcoming Duarte into the ring. Both men are naked and oiled up as if they were going to wrestle. With little time left together, they don't hold back, greeting each other with a passionate kiss, rubbing their bodies together, holding each other tight. Shimatani kisses up and down Duarte's body, trying to burn this moment into his memory for when they're apart. Then they both lie down on their sides to suck each other. Shimatani licks Duarte's balls up his shaft and swirls his tongue on his head, trying to memorize the beautiful cock and savor his taste as long as possible. Duarte goes straight to sucking on Shimatani's dick, squeezing his lips around it as it slowly inhales it all. When he feels Shimatani's mouth on his dick, swallowing it up with ease, Duarte shudders, but tries not to pause his blowjob. The sounds of them slurping, sucking, and moaning fill the arena as the two hunks fight the urge to just start fucking right then and there.
It's Duarte who makes the first move, rolling away and crawling on his hands and knees. As he arches his back, Shimatani gets in a squatting position, ready to begin fucking like animals. The pornstar grips the middle rope as he feels Shimatani's dick rub against his entrance. Unlike the wrestler, his dick was long, but like the wrestler it has girth, and it makes a squelching noise as it pushes back and forth into Duarte's eager hole. He begins rocking back and forth, whining every time his cock leaves his ass, wanting to be filled and groaning every time it filled him up, seemingly always bigger than he remembers. Shimatani grabs Duarte's ass to hold him steady as he starts pumping into him. Duarte feels every inch pass through his hole, angled perfectly to bump his prostate. Even though they barely started Duarte could feel it pushing him closer and closer to his first prostate orgasm of the night. Shimatani knows what he's doing to Duarte and couldn't be happier. What a sendoff this will be to have him orgasm over and over again. Shimatani keeps nailing him, feeling the pornstar shake, the shockwave of pleasure still rippling through the bottom. When he finally pulls out, Shimatani sees his dick is covered in cum -- he didn't even realize he came. He slides his dick back in to pump his cum in him a few more times. With another grunt Shimatani pulls out again and sits on his knees with a big grin on his face.

Duarte breathes heavily as he rolls over on his back, panting. He can tell Shimatani is thinking about their next move. And when Shimatani sees Duarte's dick is still very much hard, he grabs it, jerking it to make sure his eyes aren't deceiving him. With his adrenaline still pumping, Shimatani then gets on Duarte's lap and pushes his ass down on it, letting Duarte's dick slide right up into him. He exhales with satisfaction and leans back, balancing himself up with his hands, and begins riding the dick. Duarte reaches up and tweaks the wrestler's nipples, which appears to make Shimatani's dick hard again. But mostly he watches the wrestler go, turned on by him flexing his biceps as he takes the dick. He's really impressed with his stamina, even after having a match earlier and night after night together, but it seems to rub off on him, giving Duarte a second wind of his own. He begins to thrust up, making the wrestler moan out louder with each blow to his prostate. As Duarte speeds up, Shimatani leans forward and grabs ahold of the middle rope to hold himself up as he screams with delight. The two men have gotten to know each other's bodies so well that they know exactly where to hit the other to make them go crazy. Their loud grunts and moans are familiar calls now, yet still no less thrilling to hear. Despite how many times they've hooked up, the two still crave each other as much as when they first got together.

Eventually Shimatani's legs give out and he crawls off Duarte to lie down. Duarte curls up next to him, letting the wrestler be the big spoon. He feels the warmth in Shimatani's dick rubbing against his back, and then he glances over and gives him a nod. Shimatani lifts Duarte's right leg up, letting his dick slide back into his already abused hole. Duarte rests his head on Shimatani's other arm as he feels the rhythmic motion of the wrestler inside him. He's not rough, but passionate, and yet the way his moves make Duarte's dick still twitch, just as effective. He increases his speed, yet still keeps himself from going rough, as if he wants every slight motion to be completely felt by Duarte. And Duarte feels it all, tilting his head back, locking eyes with Shimatani -- a gesture that says more than words could ever say.

Shimatani begins stroking Duarte's cock. Not like he's trying to get him to finish, but like before, testing to see how hard he is. Duarte can sense that Shimatani wants Duarte in him again so he rolls over out of the spooning position and spreads the wrestler's legs open, allowing a path for him to crawl up between them.

Shimatani gasps as he feels Duarte's head push inside him. Not a gasp of pain or shock, but a welcoming gasp that is reminding of how good that feeling is. Duarte rocks his hips back and forth, taking things slow, but not at all teasing. His cock fills up Shimatani making him scrunch his eyes up tight, then gasp when he drags it back out. The pornstar presses his body down on top of him, their bodies have become one, and keeps the gentle lovemaking going. He feels Shimatani's hands go up and down his back, rubbing his ass cheeks, as he leans in to kiss. Their lips stay together even as they begin moaning in anticipation of yet another climax. Shimatani's toes begin to curl as it builds in him. Duarte closes his eyes as he releases inside of the wrestler, but when he opens them he sees that Shimatani must have come at the same time as his stomach has nice coat of white on it. Duarte remains on top of Shimatani, not wanting to move, and the way the wrestler hugs him tight, suggesting the feeling is mutual.

"My flight... not for six hours," Duarte says in broken English.

Shimatani nods, and reading his mind says, "Again?"

Between these two shorter beefcakes I'd go with Duarte whose ripped body and plump ass would be too hard to pass up.