Colby Melvin vs. Flex McCallion

Melvin is the hunky versatile pornstar who's beefed up a bit, even entering a bodybuilding contest earlier this year. Just 5'7 but well over 160 lbs, Melvin is showing that getting older doesn't mean you can't be the best shape of your life. McCallion is one half of the Beef Candy tag team with partner Richie Slade and is often featured on Championship Wrestling. And does he ever live up to the beef part of their name, coming in at 5'8 and over 190 lbs, all of which he gladly (thankfully) shows off.

Melvin heads out to the ring wearing a singlet that is cut so low it still shows off most of his ripped body. Last Halloween he dressed up as a wrestler wearing this exact singlet and ended the night riding a bodybuilder, so in a way it's a good luck charm of sorts.

His opponent, McCallion is introduced next and struts out on stage with his tag team partner Slade. Instead of their usual cowhide themed attire the two have shiny red trunks on with red headbands - an obvious tribute to the legendary Billy and Chuck tag team. McCallion marches to the ring, his chest shining from the extra layer of oil covering it, highlighting every inch of the wresler's muscles. Just outside the ring, Slade stands in McCallion's corner ready to cheer his partner on as the bell rings to start the match.
McCallion takes off his headband and then faces Melvin, flexing his biceps in attempt to intimidate Melvin, but the pornstar just shrugs. McCallion looks to Slade wondering what is wrong with his opponent, and Slade tells him to focus. McCallion looks back at Melvin and licks his lips, ready to eat him up, as they circle around. They both lunge at each other at the same time, locking up evenly matched. McCallion shoves Melvin's arm down and gets him in a side headlock, squeezing his head in his bicep.
"Yeah, you feel that don't you?" McCallion taunts.
Melvin wraps his arms around McCallion's waist and pushes them backwards into the ropes. He shoves the wrestler off of him, but McCallion bounces off the opposite ropes and comes right back at him with a shoulder block that takes Melvin off his feet. McCallion runs to the ropes again, but as he comes back Melvin has jumped back to his feet and nails him with a knee to the gut. McCallion stumbles back into the corner, which Melvin uses to his advantage running in with a bodysplash. But McCallion has his arms open and catches him. The pornstar shakes his head, regretting the move, hoping his opponent will go easy on him. But McCallion doesn't; he tosses Melvin with an overhead throw into the center of the ring. McCallion rolls him on his back and presses his hands down on Melvin's chest for the pin, but Melvin punches his shoulder up after a one-count.
"That's okay, you've got this Flex," Slade claps from the side.
McCallion nods, he knows he does. Melvin shakes his head as he gets on his feet, this wrestling match is definitely not as sexy as the one he had when he last wore this singlet. He slaps the straps on his singlet, trying to look like he's feeling no pain, but McCallion doesn't seem to buy it. The two lock up, pushing each other back and forth trying to get an edge. Melvin grabs McCallion's wrist and whips him into the corner, sending him face first into the turnbuckles. McCallion staggers backwards into his arms and Melvin lifts him up and drops him backwards on the back of his head.
"Whoo!" Melvin calls out, excited to feel like he's an actual wrestler.
McCallion rolls away, holding his head, while Melvin turns his attention to Slade, flexing at him. Slade looks back at his partner, focused on supporting him. McCallion scrambles back to his feet, but Melvin is there with an uppercut that stuns him. Melvin then whips McCallion into the ropes and falls flat when the wrestler rebounds back, hopping over him. McCallion bounces off the other ropes and Melvin gets him with a hip toss. McCallion hurries right back up, but Melvin connects with dropkick, knocking the wrestler back into the ropes in a daze. Melvin hits a couple of big backhand slaps across the wrestler's chest, making him cry out each time. Even Slade winces, feeling the pain from his partner's cries. But Melvin can't help but smirk at the sound of McCallion crying out. Melvin then scoops McCallion up and puts him on his shoulder, running him into the top corner turnbuckle before spinning around and slamming him down in the middle of the ring. Melvin slides on top of him, hooking a leg, but McCallion punches out after a two-count.

"Flex, let's go!" Slade slams his hands on the ring, trying to motive McCallion to find some energy and turn things around.
Melvin, feeling more confident, pulls the straps off his singlet, letting them fall down and show off his upper body completely. He pulls McCallion's hair to get him back on his feet, but he took too long, and the wrestler shoves him back to the ropes. Melvin rebounds fast, leaping over the bent over McCallion and pulls on his thighs to flip him down on his shoulders with a sunset flip for a pin. One. Two. McCallion kicks his legs together, squashing Melvin's head to break the hold.
The two scramble back to their feet with McCallion swinging wildly, sick of being on the defense. Melvin ducks the wrestler's fist and picks him up in a gorilla press, holding him high above his head in a feat of strength. He faces Slade and winks at him before dropping McCallion down hard on his knee. McCallion holds his stomach as he rolls outside the ring, escaping Melvin's grasp.
"Flex, come on. Turn this around," Slade says, patting his back. McCallion looks at his partner and can tell he's sincere and not just offering hollow words of encouragement. "You're so much better than him.
Melvin climbs outside the ring and shoves Slade away, grabbing at McCallion. McCallion kicks him and turns to get away, still needing time to recover, but Melvin reaches out and grabs him by his trunks, accidentally tugging them down, revealing the wrestler's bubbly ass. Melvin's eyes light up at the sight, Now this is more like last time.
McCallion turns around in shock, covering his exposed rear with his hands, opening himself up to Melvin who scoops him up and slams him on the mats. Slade comes back at Melvin as a distraction, but Melvin whips him straight into the ring post. McCallion tries crawling away, his ass still out in the light, but Melvin stalks him, standing over him and hitting a sledgehammer fists to his back. He then grabs McCallion and tosses him back in the ring. As he rolls back McCallion tugs up his trunks, covering his ass, but he's so distracted he doesn't see Melvin already up on the turnbuckles. As McCallion stands up the pornstar flies through the air with a crossbody, landing on top of him again. He stays on top for the pin. One. Two. Thr-- McCallion punches his shoulder up at the last moment.
Melvin thought he had him there, so he sits on his knees for a moment in frustration. As they both get back up, Melvin moves behind McCallion and picks him up, wrapping his arms around his waist. Before he can lift him up, the wrestler elbows him in the head. Melvin's hands are still tight around McCallion's waist so the wrestler runs forward to the ropes to try and shake him off. Melvin falls back, pulling McCallion with him and they roll backwards, but the wrestler is on top of the folded Melvin for a pin. The wrestler smacks Melvin's ass as the ref counts it out: One, two, th-- Melvin kicks out in time.
The two muscle hunks hurry back up to face each other at the same time. Melvin charges at McCallion, but the wrestler ducks down and gets him on his shoulders hitting a Samoan drop. That takes the air out of him. McCallion then hurries to the ring edge and when Melvin is back up he springs over the ropes with a flying forearm. He jumps to his feet pumped up. He grabs Melvin and hits him with a backbreaker. But he's still not finished. He then throws Melvin on his shoulders and slams him down hard, staying on top of him for the pin. One. Two. Three.
McCallion rises with both fists raised, a hard fought victory he's undoubtedly proud of earning.

McCallion is absolutely giddy after his victory. His excitement isn't necessary over his win (although that certainly adds to it), rather he's been waiting for Halloween for so long. He had come up with the perfect costume for him and Slade: Billy and Chuck. As they head back to the hotel he hopes to continue the role play even further.
He stops at his door, pulls Slade close to him, and, without a word, plants his lips on Slade's. A long, sweet kiss that he has been fantasizing about for months. As McCallion's lips move to kiss him again Slade pushes back, "Flex..."
McCallion instantly begins to panic. How could Slade not reciprocate? How could he not want him? After all they'd been through. And no McCallion's horniness has compromised it all.
"I think we should just keep to being tag team partners," Slade finishes his thought, though it's unnecessary.

McCallion nods, trying his best to play it cool, "Yeah, sorry. I just got caught up in the costumes I guess."
Slade can tell McCallion is hurt, that this isn't an impromptu gesture, rather a carefully planned moment that began when McCallion casually "suggested" that it'd be funny if they dressed up as Billy and Chuck for Halloween. He takes off his headband and hands it back to him. "Okay, well, I'll see you at the gym tomorrow then?" Slade says, starting to head to his room down the hall.
"Yeah, yeah," McCallion wipes his face, fighting off tears. "And, uh, don't be late."
He waits until Slade disappears around the corner and he hears his partner's door click shut before punching the wall. "So stupid," McCallion yells to no one in particular. "What was I thinking? Ugh!"

After a deep breath, McCallion pulls out his key card, but as he inserts it into the door he notices out the corner of his eye that there's someone just a couple doors down watching him. It's Melvin.
"Everything okay?" The pornstar is still in his deliciously tight singlet.
"Yeah..." McCallion's lips tremble. He doesn't want to air his drama out, but he can't hold it in. "It's just I thought I had my Billy to my Chuck and now I'm here by myself looking like an idiot."
Melvin puts his arm around McCallion's shoulder and pats his chest, "You look like anything but an idiot."

McCallion's breathing slows. He doesn't know if it's Melvin's kind words, or Melvin's arm around him, or Melvin's scent, but he's calming down. 
"I mean look at you. You're fucking gorgeous. Only an idiot wouldn't want to be your Billy."
And in that moment McCallion looks at Melvin and sees him in a different light. Sweet. Caring. Sexy as hell. Still strung out on his emotions, McCallion pulls Melvin in for a hug and kisses him. Not the same sweet kiss he gave Slade, but a devouring kiss, pushing his tongue down Melvin's throat. And Melvin doesn't fight it, pulling McCallion into him, their chests rubbing against each other. When they finish McCallion asks, "Will you be my Billy?"
"Like I said, only an idiot wouldn't want to be your Billy."
Melvin takes the headband that says "Candy" and ties it on his head. With that McCallion opens his door and leads Melvin into his hotel room, turning the lights on low to keep the mood going. He forgets that he had put red silk sheets on the bed and threw rose petals everywhere, but from the looks of it Melvin doesn't seem to mind.

The two hunks can't keep their hands off each other as they make their way to the bed, stripping off Melvin's singlet and McCallion's trunks effortlessly. Melvin jumps on the bed first, sending a pile of rose petals in the air. He rests his head on his hands and calmly offers himself to the wrestler, "I'm all yours, Chuck." 
McCallion climbs on top of Melvin so his head is at the pornstar's crotch and his dick is lined up with Melvin's mouth. The two each grab a hold of the other's cocks and open their mouths at the same time, sucking them in.
McCallion is hungry, hollowing his cheeks and moved up and down, getting Melvin's full length in without a problem. His beard presses against the pornstar's body, rubbing in circles as he sucks the dick. Underneath him, Melvin does his best to bob his head and get McCallion's thick unit down his throat. Either he's doing pretty good, or McCallion is desperate for a blowjob as the pornstar tastes the salty-sweetness of the wrestler's precum on the surface of his tongue.
"You like that dick, Billy?" McCallion asks, staying in character.
"Um hmm," Melvin's cock filled mouth replies.
But as good as it is, McCallion's ass hangs right above him. A round, juicy temptation that he can't resist. Melvin squirms a bit under McCallion's weight and sits up a bit to get a better view. McCallion is going to town on his dick so he doubts the wrestler noticed he had stopped sucking him. And so he buries his face between the juicy cheeks, puckering his lips as they press against McCallion's hole. He then slides his tongue around, circling the muscle, before flicking it in. "Ahhh yeah, Billy. You like that ass, don't you?"
Melvin spits into McCallion's hole, "It's gorgeous."

"Mmmm..." McCallion moans with the pornstar's dick in his mouth.
Melvin then licks up to the hole and continues swirling it around. He then plants wet kisses around the rim before pushing his tongue back in. McCallion's whole body jolts to the warmth entering him and the more Melvin goes the tighter his hands grip the bed sheets. After another deep intrusion McCallion's entire body quivers, he only now realizes that he's in the mood to be fucked.
"You want that ass?" McCallion asks after spitting out Melvin's cock.
Melvin slurps his mouth away, "How did you know?"
McCallion rolls off of him on to his back, "Then what are you waiting for?"
Melvin stands up on the bed and pulls up McCallion's legs so his ass is pointing to the ceiling. He rubs the head of his cock around McCallion's twitching hole watching the wrestler's face.
"Come on Billy," McCallion licks his lips.
Melvin pushes down into him enjoying how McCallion's eyes flutter and he exhales a breath, relaxed. The wrestler easily adjusts to the weight and heat of Melvin, breathing in the smell of him. "Fuck, you feel so good in me Billy," McCallion says.
"I'm just getting started," Melvin says. "So it's only going to get better." 
He squeezes McCallion's ankles as he pulls back out and then piledrives his dick back into him. At first he's slow, letting the wrestler feel every inch of him drag out and push in. He's also trying to pace himself; he could very much fuck the hell of McCallion right now, and as pleasurable as that would be, he much rather have the thrill last longer than a couple of minutes.
"Ohhh, Billy, yes..." McCallion moans.
Melvin speeds up a little, twisting his cock as he goes down and comes up, maneuvering for different angles. But it doesn't seem to matter what he does, McCallion is enthralled by it all. The wrestler presses his hands on the edge of the bed to keep himself in position, his hard cock leaking pre cum down his torso.  He's all but forgotten about Slade and their embarrassing interaction.
"Alright, come on," Melvin releases McCallion's ankles from his grip and has the wrestler roll over on his hands and knees.
Without hesitation Melvin guides his cock back into McCallion's hungry hole, feeling his muscles clench up around it.
"Come on Billy, fuck me hard." 
Melvin doesn't need to be told that, and proceeds to fuck McCallion just how he asked. He drills deep into the wrestler barely pulling out before drilling in some more. 

McCallion grunts, this is indeed what he wants. His headband keeps falling down his face and he pushes it back up, finally Melvin helps him out, undoing the headband. But then he wraps it around the wrestler's mouth, pulling back on both ends as he pounds him.

"Ahhhh..." McCallion's cries are muffled by the silk in his mouth.
Melvin pulls the headband, tilting McCallion's head up, letting him roar as he continues no nail him. McCallion couldn't have asked for more, the way that Melvin rocks his hips, fucking him like a machine. He bites down on the silky material in his mouth, his face turning red, his hands clinging to the bedsheets.  
"You like that Chuck?" Melvin asks.
McCallion nods with his mouthful of headband while a string of drool drips from his mouth down to the bed. Every thrust rocks his body forward, but he uses his strength to maintain his position in the middle of the bed. Every penetration has the ridge of his fully hard cock rub along the bedspread leaving a trail of more pre-cum. He's a leaky faucet with all his pre-cum everywhere.
"That's right, Chuck," Melvin says. "You can't get enough can you?"
Melvin tosses McCallion's headband to the side and leans over him, drilling into him -- hard and fast -- a burst that lasts a solid minute. Their skin slapping together makes the pounding even more visceral, McCallion does his best to muffle his grunts, loving the sound of it. When Melvin finishes he leans back to catch his breath.
"Oh god, that felt so good," McCallion says looking over his shoulders.
Melvin smiles back at him, "You're hole is so good."
The wrestler sits up, kneeling, as he continues twerking back on Melvin's cock, slow and methodically gradually building up his speed, "Oh fuck..."
"If you do that, you're going to make me come," Melvin warns, holding McCallion's shoulders.
McCallion likes this power he's wielding and continues rocking back on his dick, moaning himself, "Oh fuck, Billy..."
"Uh, uh, oh fuck!" Melvin's jaw draws and his eyes bulge wide; he knows he's going to come now.
"Oh yeah?" McCallion can sense it now too and wants to see how long Melvin can hold on.
"Awww..." Melvin holds his hands behind his head trying to ride through it.  
He gasps and holds his mouth open, afraid the slightest noise will cause himself to erupt.
"Come on me, Billy," McCallion says, gyrating his impaled ass in a circle against Melvin's torso.
"Fuck," Melvin chokes out as he whips his dick off out McCallion. 
Just as the wrestler rolls over on his back it rains Melvin's warm seed on him, splashing his stomach, chest, and even a little on his beard. 

Melvin collapses on top of McCallion's sweat and cum covered body, "Holy shit that was intense."
The two share a kiss, far more passionate than the first time hook-up partners would normally do, but something about pretending to be Billy and Chuck made this seem more than just a hook-up. Like they are trying their best to please a lover.
McCallion rubs Melvin's ass, "We're not finished Billy..."
"Okay, but Billy wasn't a bottom," Melvin says.
"His theme song was 'Ass Man.'"

"Because he liked fucking ass."
"Then why'd his shorts have lips on his ass?"

"Maybe he liked being rimmed?"
McCallion chuckles at that, "Okay, but there's no way he wouldn't have let Chuck pound him."
Melvin considers this, "Dude, who wouldn't want Chuck to top them?"

McCallion smiles, "Exactly. And that's why I, Chuck, said we're not finished."
Melvin nods, liking how McCallion's mind works, "Show me what you've got, Chuck."
McCallion slides to the end of the bed, pulling Melvin's ankles up around his body. He slides his dick into the pornstar's hole and feels Melvin clamp down around him.
"That's it, make me feel that thick cock of yours, Chuck," Melvin says.
But McCallion surprises him by picking him up, hugging him, so he can fuck him in his arms, much how he imagined Chuck would have fucked Billy.
"Ohhh..." Melvin moans out, "Chuck..."
McCallion smiles proudly, always eager to show off what he's worked so hard for with all those hours he puts in the gym. McCallion lets go of everything that he has and bellows and bucks as he fills him, squeezing Melvin tight. 
"Dude, fuck..." Melvin is in awe of McCallion's strength, but also how, despite this awkward position, the wrestler is nailing his prostate. "Right there..."
"Say my name."
"Ch-Chuckkkkk..."
As big as Melvin as gotten with his workouts, he still loves being owned by his partners. It doesn't matter much that McCallion isn't much taller than him, not when he has a good twenty pounds on him and is holding him up in the air like a beast. So there Melvin is in the wrestler's arms, getting one of the best fucks of his life, and unable to stop smiling.
"Yessss..."
McCallion is turning as red as his Billy and Chuck trunks and rests, setting Melvin down on the bed on his back. He hops on the bed on his knees and resumes fucking, picking up right where he left off.
"Holy shit, dude," Melvin gasps, his hands feeling up McCallion's chest. "Right there."
McCallion pumps into the same spot, nailing the pornstar's prostate with each slick thrust of his cock. Melvin pinches the wrestler's pecs, doing it just right that McCallion feels like he could come. 
"Not so fast, Billy," McCallion says.
McCallion grabs the headband and ties it around Melvin's wrists above his head. He then bounces his pecs for the pornstar, a taunting temptation that has Melvin squirming, wishing he could pinch again.
"You can look, but you can't touch."
McCallion then presses his hands on Melvin's thighs, holding the pornstar's legs open like a V, and snaps his hips, going balls deep into him.
"Uhh, uhh, oh fuck," Melvin gasps breathlessly.
McCallion doesn't know how Melvin is so tight, but he relishes it as he continues to stretch his hole with each thrust. He hears the pornstar's dick smack against his torso and so he grabs it, stroking it slowly, almost teasing him.
"Ohhh, dude--" Melvin's eyes light up. 
McCallion spits on his hand and strokes faster, watching the expressions on his bottom's face. He holds on to one of Melvin's legs and drives into him at a fast and steady rate.
"Yeah, keep fucking me," Melvin squirms, wishing his hands were free from their binds.
McCallion strokes the pornstar's dick faster, in sync with his penetrations, and soon
Melvin is moaning gibberish. His body is shaking from the vibrations rolling through it. His eyes roll back as he squirts his second load, filling the crevasses of his abs with his own seed.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhhh..." Melvin moans endlessly.
Watching Melvin come again is all it takes for McCallion to feel a pang coming. He pinches one of Melvin's pecs, wiping up some cum, and then feeds it to himself.
"Come in me, Chuck," Melvin begs.
McCallion keeps his dick buried to the hilt and gyrates in Melvin, unleashing his load in him, just like he asked. His cock twitches inside that snug channel, his cum warming it up like an oven. Since he hadn't come earlier, his orgasm is long and intense, flooding Melvin with copious amounts his sweet and sticky seed, letting it drip out of the pornstar, staining the bed.
"Holy shit," Melvin marvels at how much McCallion filled him with.
McCallion pulls out and collapses like a ragdoll on to Melvin, who was too even blissed out to move. Both of them attempt to catch their breath while Melvin luxuriates in the sensation of feeling so completely full.
"I don't know if Billy was more of a top or a bottom," Melvin muses, "But I do know he never had a pounding as incredible as that."
He squeezes McCallion's sweaty ass in his hands as the wrestler looks up at him and plants his lips on his.
"If you thought Chuck was good, wait until you have some Flex."
"Oh, does that mean there will be a next time for this?"
"You bet your ass it does," McCallion says, meaning every word. 

If I had a chance to partake in some Billy and Chuck roleplaying with one of these  beefcakes, I'd go with McCallion.