Cruz can't remember when he signed up for the wrestling match. Maybe he was high? The money's not that great, far less than what he'd earn a night dancing in WeHo, but when he saw his potential competitors, all musclemen who give off big dick energy, his horny ass couldn't back down now. In fact, he looked at the match as an opportunity to expand his fan base, free advertising of sorts. He just had to remind himself this was wrestling, not sex. But hopefully the latter would come. And when he sees Quinn towering over him across the ring he realizes he may have been a bit hasty with his rationalization.
The bell rings, Cruz wipes his hand across his mouth, trying to make sure he's not drooling at the 6'2 athlete and his sexy black and pink shorts that could barely contain his bubble butt. Quinn looks back at Cruz, checking out his small competitor knowing he'll be quick and hard to grab. The two men circle around until Quinn makes the first move, lunging at Cruz. The nimble pornstar ducks, sneaking around him, and wraps his arms around Quinn's waist. The hold barely lasts as Quinn shoves him off, into the ropes. Cruz rebounds back, and Quinn nails him with a hard shoulder block. Cruz flops on his back, but quickly gets back to his feet, only for Quinn to grab him and plant him down in the middle of the ring with a powerslam.
"Ahhh..." Cruz already sounds a bit broken and the match has barely started.
Cruz can't believe he's in Quinn's hotel room, on his bed, with the wrestler's dick in his ass. He noticed a spark between the two of them in the ring, but after the match he had doubts, thinking maybe he imagined it. Then, just as he was about to leave the locker room and head home, Quinn approached him. The wrestler was nervous, playing with his necklace, talking about how maybe it was a sign that they had tattoos on opposite chests and arms, something about completing each other, before asking him if he wanted to "meet up" later. Cruz responded with "I'd love to" and a smile, signaling he could read between the lines. 
When Cruz wakes up it's still dark out. He's cuddled next to Quinn, his body still splattered with his dried cum. He had no intention of falling asleep, it's just lying next to the wrestler was so comfortable he didn't want to move, and before he knew it he was out cold. But now, it's late and he needs to get home. He has no intention of seeing Quinn in the morning and having small chat with a hookup -- ugh he dreads the awkwardness of morning encounters with one time things.
As difficult as it would be to pass up on pounding Cruz's bubble butt, if I had to pick between these two, I'd go with Quinn.
"Ahhh..." Cruz already sounds a bit broken and the match has barely started.
The pornstar crawls to the ropes, using them to stand back up only for Quinn to punch him right in the back.
"Ohhhh," Cruz winces, as he bends over.
"Ohhhh," Cruz winces, as he bends over.
He holds on to the middle rope to keep him from falling, popping his ass out. Quinn only now sees how juicy Cruz's ass is in his pale pink shorts. He stands behind Quinn, pulling his ass to him - if only they were naked - and then hits him with a German suplex. Cruz flops over on his stomach, his ass still popping. Quinn heads over to try and pin him, but the pornstar rolls away to the ropes.
"They're not going to save you," Quinn laughs, stomping over.
"They're not going to save you," Quinn laughs, stomping over.
He pulls Cruz up and shoves him in the corner. He takes a step back smirking at helpless Cruz. He licks his lips thinking about him and then lunges at him, but Cruz swings both feet up, giving him a boot to the face. Quinn staggers back, rubbing his face, checking for blood, not seeing the pornstar hop on to the middle turnbuckle. When his hands are down he then sees the pornstar leaping at him, but Quinn's reflexes from his Rugby days kick in and he manages to catch him in a bear hug. The wrestler then drops him down on his knee for an inverted atomic drop. Cruz hops backwards holding himself to ease the pain, but then Quinn charges at him with a running clothesline, flipping him down on his back. He grabs Cruz by the head, pulling it under his arm and then hoists the smaller man up in a suplex, delaying it, showing off his strength and making all the blood rush to the pornstar's head just before slamming him down in the ring. He hooks Cruz's leg and goes for the cover. One. Two. Thr-- Cruz punches out.
Quinn keeps Cruz on his ass, getting up behind him and putting him in a chin lock. He chokes the pornstar, seeing him struggle. "Just give in to me," he whispers.
Hearing Cruz's cries of pain is a turn on, and as Quinn stalks him the pornstar puts his hands up, begging him "No, no, no.."
Quinn just smiles back. "Nobody says no to me."
As much as Cruz likes being dominated by Quinn, he doesn't want to come off as a complete submissive. He knows he needs to fight back. He stands up and turns around, shoving Quinn into the corner. Cruz hits a big backhand across Quinn's chest, but the wrestler shoves him back. As Quinn shakes off the attack Cruz leaps up and hits him with a dropkick, sending him back into the corner. Cruz then takes a few steps back and runs full speed into the corner, nailing him with a body splash.
Quinn staggers out of the corner, dropping to a knee. Cruz strikes him a enzuigiri, making him fall flat on his stomach. The pornstar then climbs on him and pulls up his legs getting him in a Boston crab. Their asses rub against each other as Cruz pulls on Quinn, trying to get him to tap out. But the wrestler is so much stronger than he crawls to ropes with relative ease, forcing Cruz to drop the hold.
Quinn staggers out of the corner, dropping to a knee. Cruz strikes him a enzuigiri, making him fall flat on his stomach. The pornstar then climbs on him and pulls up his legs getting him in a Boston crab. Their asses rub against each other as Cruz pulls on Quinn, trying to get him to tap out. But the wrestler is so much stronger than he crawls to ropes with relative ease, forcing Cruz to drop the hold.
As Quinn crawls away, Cruz climbs up the turnbuckles again for another attempt at an aerial assault. Once Quinn is standing and facing him Cruz jumps at him, but once again Quinn catches him. He throws him on his shoulders in a fireman's carry then moves to the center of the ring and hits him with a twisting Samoan drop. But the wrestler isn't finished yet, pumping himself up while waiting for Cruz to stand back up. Once the pornstar's upright Quinn bolts toward him and smashes his flying elbow at him, taking him out. Quinn folds the pornstar in half for the pin -- one, two, three -- it's over.
Quinn couldn't believe how promptly Cruz arrived at his room, especially after the embarrassing gibberish he said in the locker room. He doesn't know why he was so nervous, he could have just said "want to fuck?" instead of mentioning tattoos and completing each other. Maybe his accent lured him over? Whatever it was, when he opened the door and saw the pornstar standing right there he instinctively went in and greeted him with a kiss. Not just a kiss, a long, yearning, tongue sucking kiss that lasted for nearly a minute. Things were already looking up.
The two got down to business immediately, stripping off their pink attire (Quinn was still in his wrestling shorts, while Cruz put on some short shorts and tank top), and quickly taking things to the bed where Cruz lied on top of the wrestler, sucking his dick, while Quinn rimmed his pulsating hole.
Things only heated up from there, as now Cruz is on his knees with Quinn in between his legs, pushing down on the wrestler's thick cock. As soon as he saw Quinn entering the ring, noticing the large bulge in his crotch, he pictured himself riding that dick. And riding it he is. Pushing down, letting it impale him over and over again. His hands press down on Quinn's sweaty chest, pinching on the wrestler's nipples.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ohhh..."
"Ahhh, ahhh, ohhh..."
Quinn bites his lower lip as he thrusts up into Cruz. He nails him hard and fast, brushing against the bottom's prostate with each stroke. Cruz has never been this in sync with someone before, it is like Quinn can read his mind and do exactly what he is thinking. Because right at that moment the wrestler stands up, picking Cruz up with him, holding him in a bear hug as he fucks him.
Quinn also notices how the two seem to be the perfect pair with Cruz anticipating Quinn's every move. Between his own grunts he hears the pornstar's whimpers for more and is happy to keep going, holding him tightly as he fuck up into him.
"Ohhhh fuck..."
When he finally sets Cruz back down on the bed, the pornstar rolls over, arching his back with his hole aimed up for Quinn's cock to make another smooth entry. The wrestler pulls on Cruz's throat, tilting his head up, letting his cries echo off the ceiling.
"Ahhh...."
"Ahhh...."
Cruz figured Quinn would give it to him rough the way he was manhandled in the ring. In fact, he even got a little hard thinking about it during their match. And Quinn doesn't disappoint, still nailing the shorter stud's prostate with each brutal thrust. Cruz's whimpers getting higher in pitch. They both know he's not going to last much longer.
"Ohhhh..." he whines as he shoots white strings on to the bedsheets.
The pornstar still gasps, long after his cock is emptied out. He still pushes back into Quinn's cock, not wanting this hookup to end (as satisfying of an ending as it may be.) But Quinn doesn't let Cruz's orgasm stop him, pounding away, grunting like a beast. And it seems like they're on the same page as the pornstar's muscle remains clenched around his throbbing shaft. Cruz doesn't even realize Quinn is coming in him, not until the wrestler pulls his sticky dick out. Cruz rolls over on his back and Quinn jerks off, spraying Cruz with the last bit of cum, like he's tagging his body. Cruz watches as Quinn's tired face lights up at their eyes connecting.
"Gave me quite the work out there," he says, collapsing on the bed.
Cruz curls up with Quinn, pressing their sweaty bodies together, feeling each other's warmth. Cruz tilts his head up and gives Quinn a nice smooch. He intends to slide off the bed and make his exit, but Quinn pulls him in for another passionate kiss. And when he lets go Cruz can't find it in him to get off the bed. So they lay there, together.
Cruz curls up with Quinn, pressing their sweaty bodies together, feeling each other's warmth. Cruz tilts his head up and gives Quinn a nice smooch. He intends to slide off the bed and make his exit, but Quinn pulls him in for another passionate kiss. And when he lets go Cruz can't find it in him to get off the bed. So they lay there, together.
When Cruz wakes up it's still dark out. He's cuddled next to Quinn, his body still splattered with his dried cum. He had no intention of falling asleep, it's just lying next to the wrestler was so comfortable he didn't want to move, and before he knew it he was out cold. But now, it's late and he needs to get home. He has no intention of seeing Quinn in the morning and having small chat with a hookup -- ugh he dreads the awkwardness of morning encounters with one time things.
As Cruz slips away from under Quinn, he's careful about every move, not wanting to rouse the wrestler. At the same time, Quinn looks so hot, eyes closed, softly breathing, his naked body ass up over the covers. But then Cruz hears something. It's Quinn. Talking in his sleep.
"Don't go..."
"Don't go..."
Is he asleep? Cruz freezes, waiting for Quinn to say something more. After a few more moments of silence Cruz continues inching off the bed only to hear Quinn quietly speak again: "Don't go. Not without fucking me."
Cruz does a double take. Did he just say what he thought he said?
Quinn continues talking, "Please. Fuck me."
Cruz leans in, is he asleep or not? Quinn's eyes are closed. He waves his hand in front of them just to double check. The wrestler doesn't move a centimeter.
"Hey... psst! You awake?" Cruz whispers.
Again he waits for a few moments, and again there's no response from the wrestler. But just as Cruz is about to give up, he hears:
"Fuck me baby, please."
Cruz doesn't know what to do. It sounds like Quinn doesn't want him to go, but if he goes ahead and does as he's asked it could wake the wrestler -- and what if the conscious Quinn doesn't like what's happening?
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," the sleeping wrestler begs.
Cruz stares at Quinn's ass, arching nicely for him. Is he really turning the opportunity to fuck him down?
"Please..."
Cruz sighs and crawls back on the bed, lying close to the wrestler's ass. He spreads his cheeks open, watching for the second Quinn's eyes flick open. But they remain closed.
"Yeah, that's it..."
Cruz presses his face in, kissing softly on ring around his hole. Soon he buries his head down there, tongue licking around his hole. Quinn remains motionless, so Cruz continues. His tongue dips inside, swirling around, opening him up. He even fucks the wrestler with his tongue, torn between that being enough to satisfy him and wanting more.
"Yeah... now fuck me..."
Cruz shifts his position, sitting up on his knees. He slides his dick across Quinn's round ass, back and forth in the crack. He feels the wrestler sway underneath him, still wanting more. Cruz spits in his hand and rubs his cock with it. With the precum oozing out of his head it should be enough lube.
"Yeah, that's it..."
Cruz presses his face in, kissing softly on ring around his hole. Soon he buries his head down there, tongue licking around his hole. Quinn remains motionless, so Cruz continues. His tongue dips inside, swirling around, opening him up. He even fucks the wrestler with his tongue, torn between that being enough to satisfy him and wanting more.
"Yeah... now fuck me..."
Cruz shifts his position, sitting up on his knees. He slides his dick across Quinn's round ass, back and forth in the crack. He feels the wrestler sway underneath him, still wanting more. Cruz spits in his hand and rubs his cock with it. With the precum oozing out of his head it should be enough lube.
"God," Cruz moans, pressing into Quinn.
He keeps pushing in deeper, expecting Quinn to awaken and violently end things. But that doesn't happen. Cruz buries himself all the way in and Quinn just softly moans out, "Yeah..."
Cruz pinches himself just to make sure he's not dreaming, and then begins to gently rock his body.
"Mmm..." Quinn moans, his face still buried in the pillow.
Cruz pinches himself just to make sure he's not dreaming, and then begins to gently rock his body.
"Mmm..." Quinn moans, his face still buried in the pillow.
Cruz presses down on the wrestler's lower back as he picks up his pace. He hasn't topped much, but he can't remember the last time he had such a tight ass. He exhales a deep breath as he pounds at Quinn's cakes, but he feels the body shift underneath him. Quinn tilts his head, looking at Cruz -- he's definitely awake now. He takes a few seconds, but then the look flashes on his face as he realizes what Cruz's doing.
"I--" Cruz is too scared to move.
"Why are you stopping?"
Cruz exhales the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He almost laughs.
"Come on, give it to me," Quinn demands.
Cruz exhales the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He almost laughs.
"Come on, give it to me," Quinn demands.
Cruz swallows and nods, pressing down on the wrestler's shoulders as he accelerates his fucks. He plows him fat, deep, and hard, and it seems like Quinn can't get enough. The wrestler's dick is pressed under his body against the mattress, rubbing back and forth each time Cruz penetrates him.
"Ahhh, yeah, fuck me," Quinn moans, rolling to his side.
Cruz doesn't realize he's sweating now, just trying to please Quinn the best he can. His aim is impeccable, slamming against the wrestler's prostate. Quinn isn't even jerking off, his hands avoid his cock, knowing the slightest touch could cause him to explode, and all he wants to do is ride this wave a bit longer.
"Fuck me, yeah," he grunts.
"Ahhh, yeah, fuck me," Quinn moans, rolling to his side.
Cruz doesn't realize he's sweating now, just trying to please Quinn the best he can. His aim is impeccable, slamming against the wrestler's prostate. Quinn isn't even jerking off, his hands avoid his cock, knowing the slightest touch could cause him to explode, and all he wants to do is ride this wave a bit longer.
"Fuck me, yeah," he grunts.
Cruz can feel the orgasm building in himself, his moans getting higher once again. He keeps pumping into Quinn, hoping -- no wanting -- the wrestler to finish first. But then they both cry out at the same time. Cruz fills Quinn's hole to the brim, while the wrestler shoots his load on the bedsheets, before rolling on to his back and letting the last bit of it on his torso. His body shudders, still recovering from the multiple orgasms.
"Fuck..." Quinn stares at the ceiling. "Did we just do that?"
Cruz curls back up under Quinn's arm, "Yeah..."
"Good, because I would have hated if this were just a dream."
He squeezes Cruz close again, the pornstar smiling, thinking the same thing.
"Fuck..." Quinn stares at the ceiling. "Did we just do that?"
Cruz curls back up under Quinn's arm, "Yeah..."
"Good, because I would have hated if this were just a dream."
He squeezes Cruz close again, the pornstar smiling, thinking the same thing.
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