O'Connor can't believe he's getting the chance to face off against one of his all time favorite wrestlers, Cabana. He's been a fan of him long before he became a household name among wrestling fans. And not because he finds Cabana completely sexy, but for his all around demeanor and wrestling ability.
The bell rings and he sticks his hand out to shake Cabana's, but the wrestler doesn't return the gesture. Cabana holds his hands on his hips wondering who does his opponent think he is? Does he think Cabana will fall for the ole handshake? Cabana puts his hand out like he's going to shake O'Connor's but then pulls it up, brushing it through his hair. O'Connor smirks, admitting that that was cute.
Cabana can see a twinkle in O'Connor's eye and gyrates his hips, "You like that?"
O'Connor tries to hide his smile and then lunges at Cabana, locking up with him. He drops to one knee getting leverage and shoves the wrestler back into the corner. Cabana raises his hands, and the ref calls out for O'Connor to back away. The pornstar obeys, stepping back and then Cabana bursts out of the corner and tackles O'Connor. O'Connor rolls away, pushing Cabana off him.
"What's the matter, you want to take things slow?" Cabana taunts.
O'Connor tries to hide his smile and then lunges at Cabana, locking up with him. He drops to one knee getting leverage and shoves the wrestler back into the corner. Cabana raises his hands, and the ref calls out for O'Connor to back away. The pornstar obeys, stepping back and then Cabana bursts out of the corner and tackles O'Connor. O'Connor rolls away, pushing Cabana off him.
"What's the matter, you want to take things slow?" Cabana taunts.
O'Connor wipes his face and sticks his hands up to grapple. The two lock up again, but Cabana sneaks around his back and lifts O'Connor up, nailing him with an inverted atomic drop. O'Connor holds his crotch in pain, hopping backwards. Cabana reaches out and grabs his crotch, "Need a hand there?"
O'Connor wants to nod, his dick getting hard from the warmth of Cabana's hand, but instead shakes his head. Cabana then pulls his hand away, licks it, and hits a clothesline, knocking O'Connor down flat on his back. With O'Connor down, Cabana takes a few steps towards him and leaps up, landing on him with a body splash. He stays on him for the pin, but gets a one-count.
The two men get back up at the same time, but Cabana moves first, getting him in a wrist lock. He twists O'Connor's harm, making him yelp out in pain. It distracts Cabana and O'Connor finds the opening to kick him in the gut, releasing the hold. O'Connor spins around and attempts to hit him with a lariat, but Cabana ducks and O'Connor goes straight into the ropes. When he rebounds back Cabana hits him with a Hadouken blow to his chest, knocking him on his back. The pornstar slowly gets up on to his feet and Cabana is rounding up with a bionic elbow. O'Connor falls face first on to the ring, and Cabana flips him over for the pin, getting a two-count.
O'Connor sits up, rubbing his head, as much fun as it is to be wrestling with Cabana, it's a lot more painful than he expected. While he realizes this, Cabana gets behind him, putting him in body scissors. O'Connor tries to crawl forward to escape, but Cabana pulls him back, rolling backwards, holding him above. O'Connor squirms free and dashes to the corner, giving himself from distance as Cabana sits up with his big grin shrugging, "What's wrong?"
Cabana hops back to his feet and lunges at O'Connor, but the pornstar ducks down and flips him over his back. Cabana lands on his ass, grunting when he hits the ring. O'Connor runs over and kicks him in the back, getting another moan out of him. He then grabs Cabana's arms and pulls them back as his knee drills into Cabana's spine. Cabana yells out in pain, but refuses to surrender. He manages to get on his feet and then twerks his ass on O'Connor, distracting him enough to twist out of the O'Connor's grip. O'Connor goes to whip Cabana into the corner, but the wrestler reverses it, shoving the pornstar hard into the opposite corner. Cabana comes running at him and leaps up with his flying Apple body splash, squashing the pornstar. He then grabs O'Connor by the back of the head and throws him out to the center of the ring. There Cabana grabs O'Connor's ankles and pulls his legs up, folding him into a Chicago Grab or Billy Goat's curse. He grins as he hears O'Connor scream in pain, but after a few moments he looks down -- the pornstar hasn't tapped out. No, O'Connor is inching to the ropes, and before Cabana can pull him back, O'Connor grabs the bottom rope, gripping it firmly.
Cabana releases the pornstar's legs, and figures he'll have to take O'Connor out with an aerial attack. He climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and raises his arms up, as O'Connor lays on his back, still sore from the hold. He then leaps for a diving splash, but O'Connor rolls away at the last second. The ring quakes from Cabana's impact, as the wrestler holds his stomach in agony.
O'Connor gets behind Cabana, wrapping his arms around his stomach and hits him with a German release suplex. O'Connor then grabs Cabana's legs and puts him in a sharpshooter. Cabana yells out while reaching for the ropes, but O'Connor positions them in the center of the ring. There's nothing Cabana can do but tap out. And with that O'Connor raises his hands in victory.
Ever since that day when Cabana walked in the restroom and saw Truong and Pac leaving the stall together, he's returned to the bar hoping to have a lucky experience there of his own (either one of them would do just fine.) He would have a few beers and then head to the mens room going to the stall staring at the glory hole, hoping a penis would poke through. And yet nothing.
Now after losing his match, Cabana skips going back to the locker room and heads straight to the bar still in his singlet. This being a gay bar (the only one on the strip) no one really gives him a second look, at least not for his attire, but Cabana is still in his head and not paying attention to all the potential hookups eying him. He downs a couple pints, giving himself enough liquid courage, and then disappears to the mens room only to find it completely empty.
"Damn it!" he kicks the trash can.
Cabana goes into the stall, locking the door, determined to stay there until someone comes knocking.
Minutes pass.
So many minutes that Cabana doesn't want to add them up and learn how long he's been standing in the stall for. Every time the wrestler hears footsteps entering the restroom his heart beats faster, but nothing happens and the rush fades to chronic disappointment.
O'Connor was surprised not to see Cabana back in the locker room after their match. Disappointed too. He was hoping to catch a peek at him in the shower. And maybe say something to him afterwards. But then he heard the other wrestlers say something about the bar down the way that he frequents and so O'Connor raced to clean himself up to find him there.
The bar is packed with gays, all sizing each other up. O'Connor scans the faces, none of them belonging to Cabana. Where is he? He assumes he must have missed the wrestler, but just as he's about to turn to leave he hears one twink complaining about how somebody has been in the restroom stall for half an hour. Is Cabana sick?
O'Connor hurries straight to the restroom finding it empty. Except the stall. He is able to see the feet and instantly recognizes them to be wrestling boots. Cabana's boots. And then he notices the glory hole in the stall wall. How is there not a line for this? He locks the restroom door to prevent any intruders and then takes his position in front of the glory hole.
Cabana hears pants drop to the floor. He looks down and sees someone at the glory hole. And then a penis head pokes through. Holy shit, it's happening. The dick is white, cut, and erect. Cabana reaches for it, squeezing it in his grip -- it's real. He's so excited he doesn't consider whose it is, and instead just drops to his knees. He strokes the dick while staring at it, trying to see if he can figure out who it belongs to just by staring at it. No idea. He spits on it, getting it nice and wet and then opens wide and inhales it.
"Uhhh..." O'Connor grunts.
"Uhhh..." O'Connor grunts.
Hearing the other man turns Cabana on. He still doesn't have a clue of who it is, but it's making him hard thinking of the possibilities. He closes his eyes, imagining one of his fellow wrestlers, and twerks a nipple while bobbing his head back and forth.
"Yeah, just like that," O'Connor sighs.
The pornstar also pinches his pec, picturing Cabana down on his knees sucking him. He wonders if the wrestler knows it's him, though he doesn't know how he'd know since O'Connor changed clothes. Feeling his dick hit the back of Cabana's throat makes him want to call out his name, but worries that since he knows it's Cabana and Cabana doesn't knowing it's him it would throw things off. So he bites his lips, and twerks his nipple harder. But eventually he can't contain his silence, and he moans out, "Oh yeah, mmm..."
The voice, it sounds somewhat familiar to Cabana. Like he's heard it recently. He's dying to know whose dick it is. To look up at his face as he sucks him off. Yet there's a good chance this stranger doesn't want anyone to know who he is resorting to glory holes. But then the wrestler gets an idea. What if he makes things so good, so enticing, that the other man will have to reveal himself? With that in mind, Cabana spits the dick out, "I hope you're ready for this."
Cabana stands up and pulls his singlet down to expose his ass. He rubs it up against the glory hole and soon he feels the cock slide between his cheeks up against his hole.
"Ohhhh, fuck," O'Connor pinches both his pecs as he sinks into Cabana's tight ass.
Cabana holds on to top of the opposite stall wall as he breathes calmly. He rocks his body back and forth along the cock, getting a nice rhythm. Fuck, it's been too long since he's had a dick up his ass.
Cabana stands up and pulls his singlet down to expose his ass. He rubs it up against the glory hole and soon he feels the cock slide between his cheeks up against his hole.
"Ohhhh, fuck," O'Connor pinches both his pecs as he sinks into Cabana's tight ass.
Cabana holds on to top of the opposite stall wall as he breathes calmly. He rocks his body back and forth along the cock, getting a nice rhythm. Fuck, it's been too long since he's had a dick up his ass.
"Yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard," Cabana utters.
A shiver goes up O'Connor's back hearing those words out of Cabana's mouth. He presses up against the stall and starts thrusting hard, making Cabana's ass cheeks slap together. How he'd do anything to grab that ass in his fingers as he pounds away at the wrestler. He closes his eyes, trying to picture Cabana in the stall, positioning his body just right to get his dick. How fucking hot he must look naked.
"Ahhh... ahhh..." Cabana groans.
His prostate gets brushed against again and the wrestler nearly falls over. Given how good his mystery top is it makes Cabana fantasize about who it could be. Ricky Starks looks like he has a good stroke game, but the dick didn't seem to be his color. Adam Page? No, the dick looked a bit younger. Maybe one of the Gunns? He imagines it's Austin fucking him and begins to gyrate his ass back into the wall on to the dick.
"Ah fuck yeah. Fuck my dick..."
It doesn't sound like Austin, or Colten for that matter, but that doesn't stop Cabana from wanting more of his dick.
"Ahh god, yes," Cabana moans out. "Fuck me like that, just like how I want to fuck you..."
O'Connor's ears perk up hearing that Cabana wants to top. He's not surprised really, he's actually more surprised that Cabana is bottoming. O'Connor licks his lips, his ass twitching at the thought of Cabana pounding him. Soon it's too much and he pulls away from the glory hole.
His prostate gets brushed against again and the wrestler nearly falls over. Given how good his mystery top is it makes Cabana fantasize about who it could be. Ricky Starks looks like he has a good stroke game, but the dick didn't seem to be his color. Adam Page? No, the dick looked a bit younger. Maybe one of the Gunns? He imagines it's Austin fucking him and begins to gyrate his ass back into the wall on to the dick.
"Ah fuck yeah. Fuck my dick..."
It doesn't sound like Austin, or Colten for that matter, but that doesn't stop Cabana from wanting more of his dick.
"Ahh god, yes," Cabana moans out. "Fuck me like that, just like how I want to fuck you..."
O'Connor's ears perk up hearing that Cabana wants to top. He's not surprised really, he's actually more surprised that Cabana is bottoming. O'Connor licks his lips, his ass twitching at the thought of Cabana pounding him. Soon it's too much and he pulls away from the glory hole.
"Wait," Cabana calls out.
He scrambles to open the stall door, expecting to chase after the top, but when it swings open he's shocked to see O'Connor standing there completely naked."You?" Cabana is in disbelief.
O'Connor nods, stepping forward into the stall with Cabana. He kisses him on the lips. Passionate. Holding his head still as their tongues connect. Cabana can't believe his luck. He had no idea that O'Connor is gay, that he'd be here, that he'd be fucking him.
"God, you're so fucking sexy," O'Connor whispers between kisses.
A chill goes down Cabana's back as he senses the sincerity in O'Connor's praise. The pornstar continues to devour him, kissing down Cabana's neck to his chest, where he sucks on each of his pecs.
"Ohhh..." Cabana presses O'Connor's head into him, wanting him to suck on his tits as long as possible.
The pornstar swirls his tongue around his nipple before sucking on it again.
"Ahhh, yeah," Cabana's legs shake from excitement.
"You need a seat?"
Cabana backs down on the closed toilet seat. O'Connor can't take his eyes off Cabana now that he's there naked in front of him, even hotter than he imagined. He sits on the wrestler's lap, continuing to make out with him now that there's no wall between them.
"Wow..." Cabana gasps between kisses, trying to catch his breath.
During that pause O'Connor sits up and presses down, letting Cabana's dick push up in him. "Holy shit..."
Cabana wants to scream out the exact same words in awe of the hot stud's ass. Instead his mouth remains open with nothing coming out, in awe of O'Connor sinking all the way down until Cabana's balls are rubbing against him.
"Fuck me Colt," O'Connor says, guiding Cabana's hands to his waist.
"Fuck me Colt," O'Connor says, guiding Cabana's hands to his waist.
The wrestler cradles him as he bounces on his cock. Cabana looks up and down, amazed at the pornstar's body right there in front of him -- it's like he didn't see it when they were wrestling in the ring -- but now here, naked, on his lap he can't believe it's real. And when he looks O'Connor in the face the pornstar's grin, from ear to ear, makes him even hornier.
"You feel so good around my dick," Cabana sighs.
O'Connor replies by letting his head fall on Cabana's shoulder. Their sweaty bodies pressed together like this, it's intensifying to them both. Cabana thrusting up into his prostate, and O'Connor clenching around the cock -- both men can't get enough. O'Connor even pushes Cabana back a bit to take control, gyrating on his lap.
"Ahhh..." Cabana can barely form a word as his eyes roll back. "Just like that..."
"Ahhh..." Cabana can barely form a word as his eyes roll back. "Just like that..."
Cabana squeezes onto O'Connor's ass as it continues to twerk on him. O'Connor smirks, impressed that such a simple move could do so much to Cabana. He keeps riding him faster, making the toilet clank. They could break the damn thing and keep going for all they cared.
Eventually they slow down, and O'Connor whispers into Cabana's ear, "Give me everything Daddy."
Daddy.
The word gives Cabana goosebumps as he stands up, holding O'Connor tightly and carrying him out into the restroom. He sets him on the middle of the floor, using the pornstar's discarded clothes as a blanket. And then he rocks his hips, fucking him in long, smooth strokes.
"Mmm, that feels so fucking good Colt," O'Connor encourages.
Cabana smiles proudly, and then snaps his hips giving it to O'Connor harder. Just like he asked for.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh..." the pornstar is soon choking out his moans as Cabana plows him.
He feels up Cabana's sweaty body, squeezing his flesh, the perfect mix of fat and muscle.
Cabana turns red as he drills into the bottom. But the harder he goes the wider O'Connor's smile gets. He nods along, encouraging Cabana to keep giving it to him.
"Ohhh yeah..." Cabana gasps and his hips lose a little control, his pace becoming more frantic.
Cabana smiles proudly, and then snaps his hips giving it to O'Connor harder. Just like he asked for.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh..." the pornstar is soon choking out his moans as Cabana plows him.
He feels up Cabana's sweaty body, squeezing his flesh, the perfect mix of fat and muscle.
Cabana turns red as he drills into the bottom. But the harder he goes the wider O'Connor's smile gets. He nods along, encouraging Cabana to keep giving it to him.
"Ohhh yeah..." Cabana gasps and his hips lose a little control, his pace becoming more frantic.
O'Connor's cries get louder, seemingly indifferent to the shift in Cabana's fucking. The wrestler leans in and kisses O'Connor on the lips with one hand going to the pornstar's cock and stroking as fast as his hips were moving.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come..."
"Me too, Daddy..."
Cabana closes his eyes and he releases inside the pornstar. His load fills O'Connor up, dripping out of his ass on to the floor. O'Connor pulls Cabana to his chest, as the wrestler shivers from his orgasm, trying to make it last longer.
"Fuck," Cabana pants, wiping the sweat off his brow as he sits back up.
O'Connor pinches Cabana's pec with his left hand as he jerks off with his right and soon his load paints white streaks across his stomach.
"Ahhhhhh..." O'Connor twitches, his thighs even thrusting up.
Cabana wipes his fingers through the puddle on O'Connor's abs and sucks it clean. O'Connor looks at him like he couldn't be sexier.
"Well..." Cabana is still catching his breath. "I'm glad we got to meet, face to face."
"Me too," O'Connor sits up. "So... you come here often?"
"I come here quite a bit, but I don't come enough."
O'Connor nods and then sticks his finger in his hole, getting some cum on it. He then sucks it off, licking his lips. "Well, we should change that."
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come..."
"Me too, Daddy..."
Cabana closes his eyes and he releases inside the pornstar. His load fills O'Connor up, dripping out of his ass on to the floor. O'Connor pulls Cabana to his chest, as the wrestler shivers from his orgasm, trying to make it last longer.
"Fuck," Cabana pants, wiping the sweat off his brow as he sits back up.
O'Connor pinches Cabana's pec with his left hand as he jerks off with his right and soon his load paints white streaks across his stomach.
"Ahhhhhh..." O'Connor twitches, his thighs even thrusting up.
Cabana wipes his fingers through the puddle on O'Connor's abs and sucks it clean. O'Connor looks at him like he couldn't be sexier.
"Well..." Cabana is still catching his breath. "I'm glad we got to meet, face to face."
"Me too," O'Connor sits up. "So... you come here often?"
"I come here quite a bit, but I don't come enough."
O'Connor nods and then sticks his finger in his hole, getting some cum on it. He then sucks it off, licking his lips. "Well, we should change that."
As sexy as O'Connor is, I'd love to rip that singlet off Cabana and have a night with that thick muscle hunk.
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