Jaz comes out to the ring pumped up, hair slicked back, tan skin dripping in oiled to show off his muscles, and his tight black trunks that highlight his plump ass. In other words he couldn't have looked better. Connor stares at him, licking his lips, agreeing completely. He adjusts his junk, wishing he wore something other than his trunks which were already having a hard time concealing his semi-hard.
The bell rings and Jazz squats down with his hands up in his wrestler position, making Connor tower over him that much more. They circle around, but Connor doesn't squat down, he's not going to give Jaz the advantage by going to his level. So Jaz lunges at him and the two lock up. Connor gets Jaz in a side headlock, squeezing the wrestler's head in his bicep. Jaz pushes them towards the ropes where he uses the bounce to shove Connor across the ring. The pornstar rebounds back with extra momentum and hits a shoulder block, knocking Jaz flat on his back. Jaz rolls away in time to dodge a big stomp and scrambles up to his feet.
"Come on," Connor waves his fingers, motioning for Jaz to go on the offense.
Jaz takes a moment and then makes a move, sneaking behind Connor, getting him in a waist lock. Connor pushes Jaz's hands down, sliding them across his groin and then shakes his ass against Jaz's crotch for an extra effect. Jaz releases the hold, surprised by Connor's sexual nature (and turned on), allowing Connor to grab Jaz's wrist and twist his arm. Jaz screams out, his arousal now displaced by the pain. Connor slaps him in the face and then whips Jaz into the ropes. The wrestler springs back, ducking under a swinging fist. He gets behind Connor and wraps his arms around his waist and uses all his strength to hit a German suplex. Connor is dazed from the move, taking longer to get up than he should. By the time he's on his feet Jaz is in the air, connecting with a dropkick that knocks the bigger man back into the corner turnbuckle.
"Come on!" Jaz is pumped now.
He charges at the corner and hits a big body splash, squashing the pornstar and leaving some of his body oil on him. Connor wobbles forward with the wind taken out of him, no idea where Jaz is. The wrestler has slid out to the outside apron and holds on to the top rope, waiting for Connor to face him. The pornstar eventually turns to him and Jaz kicks him in the gut, making him bend over. Jaz then springs over the ropes, sliding over his back while grabbing his arms and pulls Connor down his back for the pin. One. Two. Thr-- Connor kicks out.
Jaz sits on his knees in disbelief, that was supposed to be a three-count. Now Jaz is lost in his thoughts he doesn't know what to do. He sees Connor get back up and so he charges at him. But Connor ducks and flips Jaz up and over with a back body drop. The wrestler bounces across the ring on his ass. He scrambles back up, determined more than ever to take Connor out but runs right into a big boot. Jaz flops down and Connor goes for the cover -- One, two -- Jaz punches his fist up, lifting his shoulder.
Both men get back up to their feet at the same time, a reset of sorts. They lock up again, fighting back and forth to get the upper hand. Connor knees Jaz hard in the gut, making him bend over and hold himself. He squats down and picks Jaz up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He spins around in a circle before dropping the wrestler in the middle of ring. Sore and dizzy, Jaz crawls to the ropes, clinging to them as he pulls himself back up to his feet. Connor struts to Jaz a little too confidently, opening himself up for an attack. Jaz hits an upper cut and slaps Connor across his chest. Connor holds himself, leaning forward, allowing Jaz to grab him and hit a northern lights suplex, arching for the pin, but all he gets is a two-count.
Jaz takes a moment and then makes a move, sneaking behind Connor, getting him in a waist lock. Connor pushes Jaz's hands down, sliding them across his groin and then shakes his ass against Jaz's crotch for an extra effect. Jaz releases the hold, surprised by Connor's sexual nature (and turned on), allowing Connor to grab Jaz's wrist and twist his arm. Jaz screams out, his arousal now displaced by the pain. Connor slaps him in the face and then whips Jaz into the ropes. The wrestler springs back, ducking under a swinging fist. He gets behind Connor and wraps his arms around his waist and uses all his strength to hit a German suplex. Connor is dazed from the move, taking longer to get up than he should. By the time he's on his feet Jaz is in the air, connecting with a dropkick that knocks the bigger man back into the corner turnbuckle.
"Come on!" Jaz is pumped now.
He charges at the corner and hits a big body splash, squashing the pornstar and leaving some of his body oil on him. Connor wobbles forward with the wind taken out of him, no idea where Jaz is. The wrestler has slid out to the outside apron and holds on to the top rope, waiting for Connor to face him. The pornstar eventually turns to him and Jaz kicks him in the gut, making him bend over. Jaz then springs over the ropes, sliding over his back while grabbing his arms and pulls Connor down his back for the pin. One. Two. Thr-- Connor kicks out.
Jaz sits on his knees in disbelief, that was supposed to be a three-count. Now Jaz is lost in his thoughts he doesn't know what to do. He sees Connor get back up and so he charges at him. But Connor ducks and flips Jaz up and over with a back body drop. The wrestler bounces across the ring on his ass. He scrambles back up, determined more than ever to take Connor out but runs right into a big boot. Jaz flops down and Connor goes for the cover -- One, two -- Jaz punches his fist up, lifting his shoulder.
Both men get back up to their feet at the same time, a reset of sorts. They lock up again, fighting back and forth to get the upper hand. Connor knees Jaz hard in the gut, making him bend over and hold himself. He squats down and picks Jaz up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He spins around in a circle before dropping the wrestler in the middle of ring. Sore and dizzy, Jaz crawls to the ropes, clinging to them as he pulls himself back up to his feet. Connor struts to Jaz a little too confidently, opening himself up for an attack. Jaz hits an upper cut and slaps Connor across his chest. Connor holds himself, leaning forward, allowing Jaz to grab him and hit a northern lights suplex, arching for the pin, but all he gets is a two-count.
The men race back to their feet, again up at the same time. Connor swings his fist at Jaz, which the wrestler ducks as he runs to the ropes. Jaz bounces back and goes for a crossbody, but Connor catches him.
"Nice try!" Connor taunts as he swings Jaz around before slamming him in the middle of the ring.
Jaz rolls away, rubbing his lower back to ease the pain. As he stands back up he sees Connor charging at him, but it's too late, and the pornstar hits him with a big spear. Jaz lays sprawled out as Connor hops back to his feet, not done yet. He grabs Jaz by the hair and sticks Jaz's head between his legs. He gives him a playful thrust and then hoists Jaz up high and slams him down with an explosive power bomb. He throws his legs over Jaz's arms as he presses him down for the pin and -- one, two, three -- he's declared the winner.
"One, two, three, Go!" Jaz calls out as he lunges toward the pornstar.
He grabs Connor's right knee, lifting his leg, and throws him on his back. It's all a blur to Connor. He rolls over on his stomach, but then Jaz is already on his back, holding him down.
"Yeah, not so tough now are you?" Jaz whispers in his ear.
Jaz's voice sends chills down Connor's back as the wrestler gets off him to square off again.
"Nice try!" Connor taunts as he swings Jaz around before slamming him in the middle of the ring.
Jaz rolls away, rubbing his lower back to ease the pain. As he stands back up he sees Connor charging at him, but it's too late, and the pornstar hits him with a big spear. Jaz lays sprawled out as Connor hops back to his feet, not done yet. He grabs Jaz by the hair and sticks Jaz's head between his legs. He gives him a playful thrust and then hoists Jaz up high and slams him down with an explosive power bomb. He throws his legs over Jaz's arms as he presses him down for the pin and -- one, two, three -- he's declared the winner.
Jaz storms in the locker room pissed off. Another L for his record. And then there's Connor, smiling, celebrating his surprise, undeserved win. Jaz can't take it. "If this were a real wrestling match, I would have won."
Connor looks confused, what does he mean by "real" wrestling? "Are you saying you want a rematch?"
"No--" Jaz pauses, what does he want? "Actually, yes. But legit wrestling on the mats."
Connor gets turned on by how hot and angered Jaz looks. The attitude suits him well. It would be foolish to turn down getting to wrestle with him again. "Okay, when?"
"How about now? There are some mats outside around the offices."
Connor looks confused, what does he mean by "real" wrestling? "Are you saying you want a rematch?"
"No--" Jaz pauses, what does he want? "Actually, yes. But legit wrestling on the mats."
Connor gets turned on by how hot and angered Jaz looks. The attitude suits him well. It would be foolish to turn down getting to wrestle with him again. "Okay, when?"
"How about now? There are some mats outside around the offices."
"Okay, then now it is."
Jaz doesn't like the tone Connor is giving him, like he's humoring him, but he'll get his revenge on the mats. "Meet me in fifteen minutes."
Connor finds the mats set up with a circle on them -- this is "legit," "real" wrestling he supposes. But where's Jaz? Then he notices him. Sporting a dark grey and purple singlet representing NYU and headgear, Jaz marches toward him with a determined look on his face.
They face each other, Jaz has his knees bent and hands ready. Travis squats down too, but because of his size difference it's not enough. "One, two, three, Go!" Jaz calls out as he lunges toward the pornstar.
He grabs Connor's right knee, lifting his leg, and throws him on his back. It's all a blur to Connor. He rolls over on his stomach, but then Jaz is already on his back, holding him down.
"Yeah, not so tough now are you?" Jaz whispers in his ear.
Jaz's voice sends chills down Connor's back as the wrestler gets off him to square off again.
The two men circle around again, Connor taking this a bit more seriously. He makes the first move this time, grabbing on to Jaz's head. The wrestler bends down and lifts Connor up, slamming him on his stomach. Jaz again crawls on Connor's back, staying on him as Connor crawls out of the circle.
"Alright, reset," Jaz orders.
Connor returns to the center of the circle on his hands and knees, a position he's familiar with. So familiar he feels himself harden up when Jaz hovers over his back, wrapping his arms under Connor's. Connor tries reaching back to pull Jaz's legs off him, but the scrappy wrestler hangs on him tight.
"Alright, reset," Jaz orders.
Connor returns to the center of the circle on his hands and knees, a position he's familiar with. So familiar he feels himself harden up when Jaz hovers over his back, wrapping his arms under Connor's. Connor tries reaching back to pull Jaz's legs off him, but the scrappy wrestler hangs on him tight.
"Just tap out," Jaz says.
Connor starts to stand up, but feels Jaz pulling him back to him, his crotch to Connor's ass. The wrestler then lifts him up for another big takedown. Connor squirms around, but Jaz isn't letting go. He gets back up on his feet again Jaz's arms struggling to hold on to the taller man's body. His fingers slide down feeling Connor's chest, his stomach, then brushing across his crotch, sliding along a hard bulge.
"Somebody's excited to lose," Jaz smirks.
That does it. Connor flips Jaz over on his stomach and lands on him. Jaz pushes Connor's ass, trying to get the bigger man off. His hand slips in the crack of his tights, arousing Connor even more, allowing Jaz break free. He quickly sits upright, but Connor focuses and keeps him from standing back up, wrapping his arm around Jaz's thigh and pressing it down. Jaz slides over to the out of bounds, prompting another reset.
"Ready to give up?" Jaz asks as he gets on his hands and knees in the center.
Connor takes a second to admire Jaz in this position, picturing him naked. It wouldn't be hard to do if Jaz were wearing his trunks instead of the "real" wrestling singlet. He comes up behind him, his hard dick rubbing through his trunks against Jaz's back. Jaz flips the pornstar over seeing his dick has poked out of his trunks. He stays on his knees, staring at it.
"What-- oh," Connor realizes his dick is showing. He pulls his trunks down, freeing it completely. It's hard to believe all 8 inches of it was tucked in them before.
He then takes Jaz's head and shoves it down to his crotch, "Quit staring."
Jaz's lips slide across the head, but Connor's hand on the back of his head keeps him from moving away.
"Open wide..."
Jaz relents and opens his mouth sucking on Connor's head. He doesn't hesitate, but channels his anger, wanting to show what Jersey guys can do.
"Somebody's excited to lose," Jaz smirks.
That does it. Connor flips Jaz over on his stomach and lands on him. Jaz pushes Connor's ass, trying to get the bigger man off. His hand slips in the crack of his tights, arousing Connor even more, allowing Jaz break free. He quickly sits upright, but Connor focuses and keeps him from standing back up, wrapping his arm around Jaz's thigh and pressing it down. Jaz slides over to the out of bounds, prompting another reset.
"Ready to give up?" Jaz asks as he gets on his hands and knees in the center.
Connor takes a second to admire Jaz in this position, picturing him naked. It wouldn't be hard to do if Jaz were wearing his trunks instead of the "real" wrestling singlet. He comes up behind him, his hard dick rubbing through his trunks against Jaz's back. Jaz flips the pornstar over seeing his dick has poked out of his trunks. He stays on his knees, staring at it.
"What-- oh," Connor realizes his dick is showing. He pulls his trunks down, freeing it completely. It's hard to believe all 8 inches of it was tucked in them before.
He then takes Jaz's head and shoves it down to his crotch, "Quit staring."
Jaz's lips slide across the head, but Connor's hand on the back of his head keeps him from moving away.
"Open wide..."
Jaz relents and opens his mouth sucking on Connor's head. He doesn't hesitate, but channels his anger, wanting to show what Jersey guys can do.
"Ahhh, yeah, just like that," Connor's eyes are screwed shut as Jaz swallows hard around him and swirls his tongue, keeping a hand at the base of his cock to keep him steady and work the part that wasn't in his mouth.
Jaz breathes heavily as he bobs up and down on Connor, pulling down to the tip and licking the slit before pressing lips back up, taking him as far as he could go. Connor's hands keep combing through his hair, words of approval murmuring through his lips, telling the wrestler not to stop -- not that the wrestler has any intention of doing so.A few more minutes pass and Connor's leg begins twitching. Is he going to come? Jaz wonders.
"Come on," Connor whispers, standing up.
"Come on," Connor whispers, standing up.
Jaz just hears the word "come" and fears it's over all too soon. Connor pulls Jaz up to his feet and lifts him up by his waist, spinning him around so he's upside down. Jaz's face lines up perfectly with Connor's cock, while the pornstar's face buries itself in Jaz's ass -- it's far from over.
"Ohhh..." Jaz moans with the mouthful of dick as he feels Connor's tongue flick across his hole.
Jaz doesn't realize it until this moment, but maybe his loss isn't what upset him. His problem isn't professional wrestling versus "real" wrestling. Maybe it is his unrequited desire to be fucked lately. And now upside down, with the blood rushing to his brain and a giant dick in his mouth, and his hole on its way to being stuffed, he has no complaints.
Jaz rises up experimentally, and slides back down, triggering an instant boner. Connor's hands apply pressure, pulling his back down; then up, then down, repeat, slowly gaining speed.
"Ahhhh... yeah, that's it," Connor watches the changing expressions in Jaz's face each time he impales himself.
The wrestler rocks himself faster on the dick, but his motions are smooth and focused. He grinds on his prostate, precum dripping steadily from his dick on to Connor's hairy stomach. He doesn't need to look at Connor to know he's enjoying it too -- he knows he's a fucking legend.
"Holy fuck, keep riding it," Connor gasps.
Jaz rides him longer, both men grunting and groaning so loud it'd be hard for a passerby to determine who was topping who from the sound. And then Jaz stays still with Connor's balls rubbing against his ass. He can feel the pornstar's dick throbbing in him, wanting more. He flexes both biceps and looks at the wrestler knowingly, "You see now why I'm a legend?"
Connor nods, rubbing his hands across the wrestler's muscular arms to his chest. He pinches his pecs and brushes down the impressive abs to his cock. He wonders how that nice Jersey cock of his would feel up his ass. But Jaz twerks on him, signaling to continue. So Connor slides his hands back, rubbing the plump ass cheeks, and then with two big smacks on the ass he begins thrusting up into Jaz, hard, fast.
"AHHHHH..." Jaz cries out, more out of shock than pain.
"Yeah, come on. Take it!" Connor grunts.
He squeezes Jaz to keep him still as he fucks him harder and harder, bouncing him with on his cock.
"Oh, oh, oh," Jaz's dick bounces wildly with the rest of his body.
Connor loves how Jaz is can easily be manhandled, but at the same time his hole is pulsing to be filled. He pulls Jaz down to his chest and thrusts up into him with long, forceful strokes, subconsciously hoping it'll be too much and Jaz will give up bottoming.
Connor fucks his tongue down into Jaz as the wrestler still expertly sucks him. He can see Jaz's hole is yearning for something more in it and so he finally sets him down, happy to fulfill that request.
"Come on and ride me, Jersey boy," Connor orders as he lies down on the mat.
"I'm a Jersey legend," Jaz corrects him.
"What makes you a legend? I mean, I'm not complaining about how you sucked my dick, but legend?"
"Got it from wrestling-- real wrestling," Jaz says as he sits on his knees with naked behemoth between his legs. He squats back, letting the dick slide up into his hole. It pushes in easily, no burn, no stretch. "Don't worry, you're about to find out exactly what it means."
“Ohhh fuck...” Connor moans as Jaz clenches around him. "Come on and ride me, Jersey boy," Connor orders as he lies down on the mat.
"I'm a Jersey legend," Jaz corrects him.
"What makes you a legend? I mean, I'm not complaining about how you sucked my dick, but legend?"
"Got it from wrestling-- real wrestling," Jaz says as he sits on his knees with naked behemoth between his legs. He squats back, letting the dick slide up into his hole. It pushes in easily, no burn, no stretch. "Don't worry, you're about to find out exactly what it means."
Jaz rises up experimentally, and slides back down, triggering an instant boner. Connor's hands apply pressure, pulling his back down; then up, then down, repeat, slowly gaining speed.
"Ahhhh... yeah, that's it," Connor watches the changing expressions in Jaz's face each time he impales himself.
The wrestler rocks himself faster on the dick, but his motions are smooth and focused. He grinds on his prostate, precum dripping steadily from his dick on to Connor's hairy stomach. He doesn't need to look at Connor to know he's enjoying it too -- he knows he's a fucking legend.
"Holy fuck, keep riding it," Connor gasps.
Jaz rides him longer, both men grunting and groaning so loud it'd be hard for a passerby to determine who was topping who from the sound. And then Jaz stays still with Connor's balls rubbing against his ass. He can feel the pornstar's dick throbbing in him, wanting more. He flexes both biceps and looks at the wrestler knowingly, "You see now why I'm a legend?"
Connor nods, rubbing his hands across the wrestler's muscular arms to his chest. He pinches his pecs and brushes down the impressive abs to his cock. He wonders how that nice Jersey cock of his would feel up his ass. But Jaz twerks on him, signaling to continue. So Connor slides his hands back, rubbing the plump ass cheeks, and then with two big smacks on the ass he begins thrusting up into Jaz, hard, fast.
"AHHHHH..." Jaz cries out, more out of shock than pain.
"Yeah, come on. Take it!" Connor grunts.
He squeezes Jaz to keep him still as he fucks him harder and harder, bouncing him with on his cock.
"Oh, oh, oh," Jaz's dick bounces wildly with the rest of his body.
Connor loves how Jaz is can easily be manhandled, but at the same time his hole is pulsing to be filled. He pulls Jaz down to his chest and thrusts up into him with long, forceful strokes, subconsciously hoping it'll be too much and Jaz will give up bottoming.
Indeed Jaz moans with each penetration, muffled as he's pressed against Connor. The pornstar can feel Jaz's body shaking, like it's been satiated, but when Jaz pushes himself away his eyes beg for more.
"Alright Legend, let's see what else you've got." Connor pulls Jaz down to his chest again and then stands up, keeping his dick in the Jersey athlete's hole the entire time.
"Oh, oh, oh," Jaz gasps now suspended in the air.
"Hold on tight," Connor teases as he begins fucking him rough.
Connor holds Jaz's sides as he pounds away at him, not at all feeling strained by holding up the beefy athlete. "Mmm..."
"Yeahhh... yeahh..."
With every thrust Jaz's hands struggle to stay wrapped behind Connor's neck. The pornstar nails his prostate over and over again, sending wave after wave through his body.
"Ohhh... ohhh..."
Connor carries Jaz around the mats fucking him, letting his Jersey accent echo off the walls. He imagines Jaz would sound just as brutal topping him. How hot would that be? His ass twitches at the thought of Jaz's dick filling him up. He's lost in his fantasy that it takes him a moment to realize Jaz is tapping on his shoulders to release him. Jaz drops his feet to the ground and lets his hands drop from around the pornstar's neck.
"Alright Legend, let's see what else you've got." Connor pulls Jaz down to his chest again and then stands up, keeping his dick in the Jersey athlete's hole the entire time.
"Oh, oh, oh," Jaz gasps now suspended in the air.
"Hold on tight," Connor teases as he begins fucking him rough.
Connor holds Jaz's sides as he pounds away at him, not at all feeling strained by holding up the beefy athlete. "Mmm..."
"Yeahhh... yeahh..."
With every thrust Jaz's hands struggle to stay wrapped behind Connor's neck. The pornstar nails his prostate over and over again, sending wave after wave through his body.
"Ohhh... ohhh..."
Connor carries Jaz around the mats fucking him, letting his Jersey accent echo off the walls. He imagines Jaz would sound just as brutal topping him. How hot would that be? His ass twitches at the thought of Jaz's dick filling him up. He's lost in his fantasy that it takes him a moment to realize Jaz is tapping on his shoulders to release him. Jaz drops his feet to the ground and lets his hands drop from around the pornstar's neck.
"You gonna show me what else you've got?" Connor asks with a wink.
The wrestler assumes the position like he did during their match, on his hands and knees in the center of the mat.
"Let's go, reset."
"Oh..." Connor's voice can't hide a tinge of disappointment.
Connor kneels up behind him, slapping his dick back and forth on Jaz's beefy ass. He doesn't know why he doesn't just ask to be fucked. Maybe because he's scared that Jaz will say no and he'll lose all interest. So he carries on the role of alpha top, teasing the wrestler with his cock, sliding it up and down his crack.
"Oh..." Connor's voice can't hide a tinge of disappointment.
Connor kneels up behind him, slapping his dick back and forth on Jaz's beefy ass. He doesn't know why he doesn't just ask to be fucked. Maybe because he's scared that Jaz will say no and he'll lose all interest. So he carries on the role of alpha top, teasing the wrestler with his cock, sliding it up and down his crack.
"Come on!" Jaz barks.
"Okay, okay," Connor says, pushing his dick back in the stretched hole.
Jaz sucks in some air as the dick slowly pushes in. He feels Connor reach around and stroke his cock.
"Are you going to make me beg every step of the way?" Jaz asks.
Connor pulls his hands away from Jaz's cock, licking the precum that's dripped on his fingers. "Fine."
The taunting stops and Connor resumes hammering him full force right from the start. It's rough and hard, and yet Jaz refuses to tap out. His rock hard dick flops with each pounding. His hands press down hard on the mats as he fights to keep his back arched. How can he say no, when this is what he wanted?
"Yeah, that's it," Connor rubs his hands down Jaz's back.
Jaz's eyes roll to the back of his head, lost in the sensory overload. It's good Connor can't see Jaz's face, it'd only make him more jealous. Oh, how he wants to be fucked. He takes his frustrations out on Jaz's ass, but the Jersey hunk still takes it without a complaint, in fact he's screaming for more.
"Uhhhh... fuck..." Connor can sense he's about to come.
"Ahhh..." Jaz moans at the white hot pleasure that shoots through him.
"Okay, okay," Connor says, pushing his dick back in the stretched hole.
Jaz sucks in some air as the dick slowly pushes in. He feels Connor reach around and stroke his cock.
"Are you going to make me beg every step of the way?" Jaz asks.
Connor pulls his hands away from Jaz's cock, licking the precum that's dripped on his fingers. "Fine."
The taunting stops and Connor resumes hammering him full force right from the start. It's rough and hard, and yet Jaz refuses to tap out. His rock hard dick flops with each pounding. His hands press down hard on the mats as he fights to keep his back arched. How can he say no, when this is what he wanted?
"Yeah, that's it," Connor rubs his hands down Jaz's back.
Jaz's eyes roll to the back of his head, lost in the sensory overload. It's good Connor can't see Jaz's face, it'd only make him more jealous. Oh, how he wants to be fucked. He takes his frustrations out on Jaz's ass, but the Jersey hunk still takes it without a complaint, in fact he's screaming for more.
"Uhhhh... fuck..." Connor can sense he's about to come.
"Ahhh..." Jaz moans at the white hot pleasure that shoots through him.
Connor then pulls out, rolling Jaz on his back. He hangs his dick over Jaz, showering him with his warm cum.
"Fuck-k-k-k-k..." he chokes out.
Jaz closes his eyes, smiling as he strokes his dick, eager to show Connor his big load.
"I'm gonna come," he warns.
A few more quick strokes and Jaz's mouth opens though no noise comes out. His body shakes as his cum gushes out, spilling into his ripped abs.
"Ahhhhh... yeah..."
"Fuck-k-k-k-k..." he chokes out.
Jaz closes his eyes, smiling as he strokes his dick, eager to show Connor his big load.
"I'm gonna come," he warns.
A few more quick strokes and Jaz's mouth opens though no noise comes out. His body shakes as his cum gushes out, spilling into his ripped abs.
"Ahhhhh... yeah..."
Jaz opens his eyes and finds that Connor has left him alone on the mat. "What the fuck?"
The wrestler grabs his singlet (though he doesn't put it back on) and marches back to the locker room. He finds Connor just as he's about to head into the showers.
"What the fuck were you doing, leaving like that?"
Connor avoids Jaz's eyes. Jaz presses his index finger on Connor's chest, demanding an answer. "I said what the fuck was that?"
Connor wipes his hand down his face. "Honestly? I just wanted to be fucked."
Jaz does a double take. What? "And you think I can't do that for you?"
"Oh... it's just-- I don't know. Most shorter guys want me to manhandle them."
Jaz nods, he can understand that. "In case you didn't notice, I'm not most guys."
Connor looks Jaz up and down, his ripped body still dripping in cum. He indeed is not like most guys.
"Well, that's good to know."
"You think you know, but let me show you," Jaz says, taking Connor's hand leading him back to the mats.
Connor is giddy with anticipation, and immediately gets on his knees and elbows, keeping his ass nice and arched for Jaz. Jaz is just a game to switch roles, spitting on him, watching his salvia drip down the crack and then uses it his thumb to rub it in Connor's hole for good measure.
"Is that what you want?" Jaz asks.
"Ahh, yeah. Fuck me," Connor begs.
"Don't have to tell me twice."
Jaz points his dick down into Connor's hole and sinks in, feeling the pornstar clench up around it. He grabs one ass cheek in his hand, squeezing it as he begins pumping into the pornstar. He rocks his hips back and forth at a moderate pace, wanting to savor the feeling of being inside Connor.
"Fuck yes, that's so fucking good. Fuck," Connor grunts. "Harder."
Jaz holds onto his waist now as he drills into him with deep thrusts. He snaps his hips, slamming roughly into the pornstar. His head falls back as he can't believe how good it feels.
"Oh yeah, fuck me like that, come on."
Jaz closes his eyes, enjoying listening to Connor's grunts and groans. He can't remember the last tall guy he fucked. Had he ever fucked anyone over 6 ft? He can't think of any. Not that tall guys don't like being fucked, but how many of them are eager to bend over for someone 5'8? But here Connor is happily taking his dick; he doesn't think he's seen a taller man be so eager for it either.
"Ahhh yeah, fuck, mmm..." Connor sounds more than satisfied.
Jaz moves his hands up to Connor's shoulders and pumps his cock in him really fast. Full thrusts, pulling back just enough to thrust again. The rapid motion drives Connor crazy, his moans vibrating into one long drawl.
"Come on, I thought you wanted it," Jaz taunts.
"Is that what you want?" Jaz asks.
"Ahh, yeah. Fuck me," Connor begs.
"Don't have to tell me twice."
Jaz points his dick down into Connor's hole and sinks in, feeling the pornstar clench up around it. He grabs one ass cheek in his hand, squeezing it as he begins pumping into the pornstar. He rocks his hips back and forth at a moderate pace, wanting to savor the feeling of being inside Connor.
"Fuck yes, that's so fucking good. Fuck," Connor grunts. "Harder."
Jaz holds onto his waist now as he drills into him with deep thrusts. He snaps his hips, slamming roughly into the pornstar. His head falls back as he can't believe how good it feels.
"Oh yeah, fuck me like that, come on."
Jaz closes his eyes, enjoying listening to Connor's grunts and groans. He can't remember the last tall guy he fucked. Had he ever fucked anyone over 6 ft? He can't think of any. Not that tall guys don't like being fucked, but how many of them are eager to bend over for someone 5'8? But here Connor is happily taking his dick; he doesn't think he's seen a taller man be so eager for it either.
"Ahhh yeah, fuck, mmm..." Connor sounds more than satisfied.
Jaz moves his hands up to Connor's shoulders and pumps his cock in him really fast. Full thrusts, pulling back just enough to thrust again. The rapid motion drives Connor crazy, his moans vibrating into one long drawl.
"Come on, I thought you wanted it," Jaz taunts.
"Ahhh yeah..." Connor grins through it.
Jaz works up a sweat, finding it hard to keep the pace up. Instead Connor pushes back, impaling himself on Jaz's stiff member.
"Uh huh, yeah, eat that dick," Jaz moans, watching the pornstar's ass move itself on his cock.
"Uh huh, yeah, eat that dick," Jaz moans, watching the pornstar's ass move itself on his cock.
Connor rocks back and forth at his pleasure debating in his mind about whether Jaz earned the legend title for topping or bottoming. More maybe both.
"Ahhh..." Connor drools on to the mat, still hungry for dick.
Jaz hops off Connor's ass and flips him over on to his back. He folds Connor's right leg down on the pornstar's shoulder as he slides his cock back in him.
"Oh god, yeah," Connor sounds like he really missed the dick in him even though it's only been a couple of seconds.
Jaz lifts Connor's right leg back on to his own shoulder, allowing his right hand to rub up and down the pornstar's sweaty body. His thrusts hit Connor's prostate directly, making the pornstar a mess. Connor's dick hardens even more, somehow, and twitches ready to explode again.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come. Yeah..." Connor chokes.
His mouth stays open as Jaz's eyes dart back and forth between the pornstar's dick and his face.
"Ahhh..." Connor scrunches his eyes.
Jaz swats Connor's hand off his dick and starts stroking it for him. Firm, but slow, twisting just as he gets to the head.
"OH, OHHH, UH-OHHHHH..." Connor gasps.
More white seed erupts from Connor's cock, flowing over Jaz's hand as the wrestler continues to plow into him.
"Ahhh fuck, ohhhh..." Connor catches his breath.
Jaz takes his cum covered hand and licks it as he feels his own orgasm build. He then sticks his hand in Connor's mouth, letting him suck off the rest of his cum.
"Ohh yeah, I'm coming..." Jaz whispers.
Connor spits out Jaz's hand and begs, "Come in my mouth."
Jaz pulls out and kneels forward, stroking his dick. His load begins shooting out, spraying on Connor's face, but he gets it in Connor's mouth as more cum gushing.
"Ohhh, yeah..." Jaz holds both his hands behind his head as he stares down at the pornstar sucking on his cock.
His body shivers as the tingling races down to his toes. Connor spits out Jaz's dick, his eyes filled with awe as Jaz's sweat drips down on him. The wrestler looks like an adonis, still riding his orgasm, holding his cock in a tight grip, shaking.
"Ahhhhh..." Jaz opens his eyes like he's just regained consciousness.
"You went to another world there," Connor jokes.
Jaz takes a breath and nods.
"That was incredible," Connor adds.
"I know," Jaz finally replies. "See how much more fun real wrestling is?"
Jaz hops off Connor's ass and flips him over on to his back. He folds Connor's right leg down on the pornstar's shoulder as he slides his cock back in him.
"Oh god, yeah," Connor sounds like he really missed the dick in him even though it's only been a couple of seconds.
Jaz lifts Connor's right leg back on to his own shoulder, allowing his right hand to rub up and down the pornstar's sweaty body. His thrusts hit Connor's prostate directly, making the pornstar a mess. Connor's dick hardens even more, somehow, and twitches ready to explode again.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come. Yeah..." Connor chokes.
His mouth stays open as Jaz's eyes dart back and forth between the pornstar's dick and his face.
"Ahhh..." Connor scrunches his eyes.
Jaz swats Connor's hand off his dick and starts stroking it for him. Firm, but slow, twisting just as he gets to the head.
"OH, OHHH, UH-OHHHHH..." Connor gasps.
More white seed erupts from Connor's cock, flowing over Jaz's hand as the wrestler continues to plow into him.
"Ahhh fuck, ohhhh..." Connor catches his breath.
Jaz takes his cum covered hand and licks it as he feels his own orgasm build. He then sticks his hand in Connor's mouth, letting him suck off the rest of his cum.
"Ohh yeah, I'm coming..." Jaz whispers.
Connor spits out Jaz's hand and begs, "Come in my mouth."
Jaz pulls out and kneels forward, stroking his dick. His load begins shooting out, spraying on Connor's face, but he gets it in Connor's mouth as more cum gushing.
"Ohhh, yeah..." Jaz holds both his hands behind his head as he stares down at the pornstar sucking on his cock.
His body shivers as the tingling races down to his toes. Connor spits out Jaz's dick, his eyes filled with awe as Jaz's sweat drips down on him. The wrestler looks like an adonis, still riding his orgasm, holding his cock in a tight grip, shaking.
"Ahhhhh..." Jaz opens his eyes like he's just regained consciousness.
"You went to another world there," Connor jokes.
Jaz takes a breath and nods.
"That was incredible," Connor adds.
"I know," Jaz finally replies. "See how much more fun real wrestling is?"
"Yeah... it was legendary."
I'd love to be between the towering pornstar and the beefy wrestler, but if I could only choose one I'd want to see more what other moves Jaz has up his sleeve.
I'd love to be between the towering pornstar and the beefy wrestler, but if I could only choose one I'd want to see more what other moves Jaz has up his sleeve.
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