Del Toro and Wilde were supposed to have a tag team match, but he didn't show up. Del Toro saw on instagram that Wilde and Escobar were both posting from the same location, undoubtedly fucking. Considering those two thought they were keeping their affair secret from Del Toro, they did a horrible job of hiding it.
At any rate, without his partner in attendance, that meant a singles match for Del Toro, but he'd have to pick which one of the jobber tag team members he'd face off against. When he saw the two guys backstage he couldn't take his eyes off of one of them: Vador. His fresh fade, his tattoos, and his intense stare. Del Toro was getting hard within seconds.
"You," he said, pointing at Vador as his opponent.
Vador pulls the wrestler's tights down, dropping down with them to his knees, freeing Del Toro's thick, uncut cock. Vador's eyes light up at the sight of the gorgeous thing, but he doesn’t waste a second, laving lightly at the head of his cock with the tip of his warm tongue.
"Ah, si..." Del Toro moans as he feels warmth, burning at his edges.
He grins as he brushes his left hand through his thick hair while tweaking his nipples with his right hand. Vador starts sucking on foreskin covering his head before pulling it back and wrapping his plush lips around the head directly. Del Toro sighs, pulling lightly on the ends of Vador's head, "Si..."
Vador keeps going, cupping his balls while swallowing more of the heavy cock until it's stuffing his throat. He doesn't gag, breathing calming through his nose as he pulls it out and swallows it again. And again. He doesn't know how Del Toro's dick tastes so good after being in that sweaty wrestling match, but it does. He hums at the salty sweet taste at the back of his mouth, before pulling back slowly until his lips lock around the flare of the cockhead. He looks up at Del Toro with his wide eyes, watching the satisfaction light up across his face.
"You," he said, pointing at Vador as his opponent.
So now they're in the ring together, Del Toro shedding his furry jacket, revealing his oiled up body, looking swoll from a quick pre-match pump. Vador is wearing short orange trunks, showing off as much as body as possible. The bell rings and the two hunks circle around before lunging at each other at the same time, locking up. Vador gets the advantage, putting his arm around Del Toro's neck, but the wrestler is fast, taking a step back and ducking out of it. He then charges at Vador, but the pornstar ducks down and flips him up and over with a back body drop. Del Toro rubs his back as he slowly gets up, Vador grabbing his hair, helping to speed up the process. He smacks Del Toro with a big back hand across the chest, loving how his chest bounces upon impact. He hits him again, but going for the third time Del Toro grabs his wrist stopping him.
"No," Vador shakes his head apologetically, hoping for mercy.
But Del Toro shows him none, shoving his hand away and then hitting him with a step-up enzuigiri, causing Vador to wobble back into the ropes. The wrestler grabs his wrist and then whips him into the corner turnbuckles, hard. Del Toro runs toward him, but the pornstar ducks, flipping him up and over on the top rope. The wrestler lands on the edge of the ring and then waits for Vador to turn around in the center of the ring before he leaps up and hits a springboard missile dropkick that sends Vador across the ring. The pornstar rolls out of the ring thinking he'll grant him safety. But Del Toro runs over and springboards off the corner turnbuckles over the ropes and lands on top of him with a corkscrew plancha.
Vador rolls around on the mat outside the ring, aching all over. The only thing that makes it easier is seeing Del Toro strut towards him. The wrestler yanks at his hair, pulling him to his feet and delivers a few blows before rolling him back in the ring. Del Toro follows after him and then whips the pornstar across the ring. Vador races back, ducking a swinging fist, and then rebounds off the ropes again. This time he leaps up and wraps his legs around Del Toro's and hits him with a hurricanrana. Del Toro scrambles back up to his feet, wondering where this offense came from, but walks right into a dropkick from Vador. The pornstar races to hook his legs, barely getting a one-count on what was a very wishful thinking pin.
The two opponents stand back up, staring each other down. Vador can't stop admiring how hot Del Toro is. Del Toro lunges at him, but he snaps back to it, and trips him, having him fall on to the middle rope. Vador races to the opposite ropes, building up momentum and then runs back and hits him with a 619 kick to the face. Del Toro flops on his back, shaken. Vador knows this is his moment and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He raises both hands in the air and goes for a moonsault, but Del Toro rolls out of the way at the last second. Vador moans out holding his stomach, now questioning if the pain is worth it. Del Toro gets up and brings Vador over to him. He lifts him up and hits him with a spinning brainbuster. Then he leaps up and runs to the ropes, springboarding off them with a moonsault. He smacks down on top of the pornstar and hooks his legs for the pin. One. Two. Thr-- Vador punches out in time. How? Del Toro has no idea, but thinks this jobber must like a beating.
Vador did not like the pain, but he doesn't want his time with Del Toro to end. He can't help but get hard from Del Toro pinning him, and standing back up, it shows. Del Toro notices it too, and tries to hide how intrigued he is. Vador comes at the wrestler to grapple, but Del Toro kicks him in the gut and then hits him with a death valley driver. He goes for a pin again, but again, Vador punches up in the nick of time.
Del Toro can't believe it. He pulls Vador up to his feet and slaps him in the face. He goes to strike the pornstar, but Vador ducks, and gets behind him putting him in a waist lock, squeezing the pornstar's torso. Del Toro can feel Vador's hard-on rub through their trunks, but doesn't let that distract him. He tries prying Vador's fingers open, but the pornstar has a surprisingly strong grip. Vador can't help but smile having Del Toro in a position like this. Even as he breaks Vador's hands apart, the pornstar sensually rubs his hand down Del Toro's chest to his crotch, giving it a friendly squeeze. Del Toro elbows him in the head, ending that foreplay and then runs to the ropes, coming at Vador with a crossbody. He lands on top of him, but Vador rolls backward, so he's on top and Del Toro's shoulders are pinned. One. Two. Thr-- Del Toro kicks out in the last second.
Standing back up the wrestler wipes his hands down his beard, ready to end this nonsense. Vador licks his lips, still feeling more frisky than anything. Del Toro grabs at Vador and whips him across the ring. Vador bounces back and nails Del Toro with a spear, landing on top of him. He delivers a series of blows until Del Toro blocks him with his arms. Vador steps back off of him but grabs his legs instead. He holds them open like a V, dirty thoughts going through his head. Del Toro begs him no, but that only encourages Vador. He stomps on the wrestler's gut, making Del Toro roll over to avoid getting hit again. He picks up Del Toro by his waistband and slings his arm over his shoulder for a suplex, but try as he might, Del Toro hooks his leg, stopping him. The wrestler punches him in the gut a couple times and then puts Vador's arm around his neck and lifts under his leg, nailing him with a fisherman driver. To make sure it's over Del Toro climbs the turnbuckles to the top and jumps off with a 450 splash. That puts Vador out. Del Toro folds the pornstar in half and lays on top of him for the pin, nodding with the count: One, two, three.
Back in the locker room Vador approaches Del Toro with a question that's been on his mind since before their match: "So, what made you pick me?"
"No," Vador shakes his head apologetically, hoping for mercy.
But Del Toro shows him none, shoving his hand away and then hitting him with a step-up enzuigiri, causing Vador to wobble back into the ropes. The wrestler grabs his wrist and then whips him into the corner turnbuckles, hard. Del Toro runs toward him, but the pornstar ducks, flipping him up and over on the top rope. The wrestler lands on the edge of the ring and then waits for Vador to turn around in the center of the ring before he leaps up and hits a springboard missile dropkick that sends Vador across the ring. The pornstar rolls out of the ring thinking he'll grant him safety. But Del Toro runs over and springboards off the corner turnbuckles over the ropes and lands on top of him with a corkscrew plancha.
Vador rolls around on the mat outside the ring, aching all over. The only thing that makes it easier is seeing Del Toro strut towards him. The wrestler yanks at his hair, pulling him to his feet and delivers a few blows before rolling him back in the ring. Del Toro follows after him and then whips the pornstar across the ring. Vador races back, ducking a swinging fist, and then rebounds off the ropes again. This time he leaps up and wraps his legs around Del Toro's and hits him with a hurricanrana. Del Toro scrambles back up to his feet, wondering where this offense came from, but walks right into a dropkick from Vador. The pornstar races to hook his legs, barely getting a one-count on what was a very wishful thinking pin.
The two opponents stand back up, staring each other down. Vador can't stop admiring how hot Del Toro is. Del Toro lunges at him, but he snaps back to it, and trips him, having him fall on to the middle rope. Vador races to the opposite ropes, building up momentum and then runs back and hits him with a 619 kick to the face. Del Toro flops on his back, shaken. Vador knows this is his moment and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He raises both hands in the air and goes for a moonsault, but Del Toro rolls out of the way at the last second. Vador moans out holding his stomach, now questioning if the pain is worth it. Del Toro gets up and brings Vador over to him. He lifts him up and hits him with a spinning brainbuster. Then he leaps up and runs to the ropes, springboarding off them with a moonsault. He smacks down on top of the pornstar and hooks his legs for the pin. One. Two. Thr-- Vador punches out in time. How? Del Toro has no idea, but thinks this jobber must like a beating.
Vador did not like the pain, but he doesn't want his time with Del Toro to end. He can't help but get hard from Del Toro pinning him, and standing back up, it shows. Del Toro notices it too, and tries to hide how intrigued he is. Vador comes at the wrestler to grapple, but Del Toro kicks him in the gut and then hits him with a death valley driver. He goes for a pin again, but again, Vador punches up in the nick of time.
Del Toro can't believe it. He pulls Vador up to his feet and slaps him in the face. He goes to strike the pornstar, but Vador ducks, and gets behind him putting him in a waist lock, squeezing the pornstar's torso. Del Toro can feel Vador's hard-on rub through their trunks, but doesn't let that distract him. He tries prying Vador's fingers open, but the pornstar has a surprisingly strong grip. Vador can't help but smile having Del Toro in a position like this. Even as he breaks Vador's hands apart, the pornstar sensually rubs his hand down Del Toro's chest to his crotch, giving it a friendly squeeze. Del Toro elbows him in the head, ending that foreplay and then runs to the ropes, coming at Vador with a crossbody. He lands on top of him, but Vador rolls backward, so he's on top and Del Toro's shoulders are pinned. One. Two. Thr-- Del Toro kicks out in the last second.
Standing back up the wrestler wipes his hands down his beard, ready to end this nonsense. Vador licks his lips, still feeling more frisky than anything. Del Toro grabs at Vador and whips him across the ring. Vador bounces back and nails Del Toro with a spear, landing on top of him. He delivers a series of blows until Del Toro blocks him with his arms. Vador steps back off of him but grabs his legs instead. He holds them open like a V, dirty thoughts going through his head. Del Toro begs him no, but that only encourages Vador. He stomps on the wrestler's gut, making Del Toro roll over to avoid getting hit again. He picks up Del Toro by his waistband and slings his arm over his shoulder for a suplex, but try as he might, Del Toro hooks his leg, stopping him. The wrestler punches him in the gut a couple times and then puts Vador's arm around his neck and lifts under his leg, nailing him with a fisherman driver. To make sure it's over Del Toro climbs the turnbuckles to the top and jumps off with a 450 splash. That puts Vador out. Del Toro folds the pornstar in half and lays on top of him for the pin, nodding with the count: One, two, three.
Del Toro blushes, knowing it'll sound corny if he says his reason it aloud.
"Was there something about me that made you want to wrestler me?" Vador asks, flexing his muscles.
Del Toro tries to keep his poker face, but Vador puts his hands on his shoulders, making it harder -- and him harder.
"Or is it because you liked what you saw?"
He rubs his hands down Del Toro's chest to his stomach and crotch. He squeezes the wrestler's package, feeling how long and hard it is, surprised to find that it's also throbbing.
"Were you excited to pin me?"
It's getting to be too much. Finally Del Toro answers: "All of the above."
He then grabs the back of Vador's head and pushes him in for a kiss. A long, passionate kiss. They moan gently against each other's lips. Then Vador puts his hands on the small of Del Toro's back, keeping him close, letting his beard press against his stubble. They keep making out, stumbling backwards until Del Toro is pressed against the wall.
"Perhaps I should thank you then?" Vador says with a cheeky grin. The pornstar tugs on Del Toro's waist band pulling it out so he can take a peek. "Would that be okay?"
Del Toro nods, "I think that's fair."Vador pulls the wrestler's tights down, dropping down with them to his knees, freeing Del Toro's thick, uncut cock. Vador's eyes light up at the sight of the gorgeous thing, but he doesn’t waste a second, laving lightly at the head of his cock with the tip of his warm tongue.
"Ah, si..." Del Toro moans as he feels warmth, burning at his edges.
He grins as he brushes his left hand through his thick hair while tweaking his nipples with his right hand. Vador starts sucking on foreskin covering his head before pulling it back and wrapping his plush lips around the head directly. Del Toro sighs, pulling lightly on the ends of Vador's head, "Si..."
Vador keeps going, cupping his balls while swallowing more of the heavy cock until it's stuffing his throat. He doesn't gag, breathing calming through his nose as he pulls it out and swallows it again. And again. He doesn't know how Del Toro's dick tastes so good after being in that sweaty wrestling match, but it does. He hums at the salty sweet taste at the back of his mouth, before pulling back slowly until his lips lock around the flare of the cockhead. He looks up at Del Toro with his wide eyes, watching the satisfaction light up across his face.
"Mmm..."
Del Toro starts to rock back and forth slowly, taunting Vador by wiping his head across his face before shoving it back in his mouth. Each time he pulls it out, Vador leaves his mouth open, saliva dropping to the floor, eager for more. Del Toro holds the pornstar's head still as he fucks him a bit faster, not pulling out all the way before going back in. Vador moans softly, stroking his own cock as Del Toro skull fucks him. Del Toro fucks him hard and fast, but as soon as he stops Vador grips the shaft, stroking it slowly, and notices Del Toro shift the weight in his feet.
"Ahhh... yeah," Del Toro looks down at Vador and nods for him to continue.
The pornstar happily obliges, twisting his head as he takes the dick in, stroking up and down the shaft with his lips following his fingers. Building up momentum, yet never getting sloppy. Del Toro closes his eyes, the slurps and smacks of Vador's lips are nearly continuous. He starts to tense up.
"Fuck..." he grunts.
Del Toro eyes pop open as he comes, unloading as Vador pulls his dick out of his mouth. Some cum goes down the pornstar's throat, but most of the milky white seed smears across Vador's face.
"Ahhhhh..." Del Toro yells out, still shuddering.
Vador licks his lips, tasting more of Del Toro's cum. The wrestler cups his hands on Vador's face and pulls him up, kissing him again, tasting his own cum.
"Let's get you cleaned up, eh?" Del Toro suggests.
He smacks the pornstar's ass and follows him into the showers. Despite having the entire shower area to themselves, the two share a head, unable to take their hands off each other.
Del Toro's hands brush against Vador's hairy torso, admiring the pornstar's frame. Vador kisses down Del Toro's neck to his chest until his mouth found his pec. Del Toro grunts as his lips wrap around it. Vador sucks at the erect bud, twirling his tongue against his nipple and earning another grunt Del Toro fails to silence. Del Toro pulls him close again, pressing their bodies together. It's only then that their dicks touch and Vador notices, "You're still hard?"
Del Toro nods. "Because you're still here."
Del Toro kisses the pornstar again, getting his lips then his jaw, before positioning him in front of him and having Vador bend over. The water beats down on the pornstar's back, dripping down his crack. He places his hands on the tiled wall, preparing for what will come next. Del Toro holds Vador's hips as he lines him up with his dick. He could feel the pornstar's hole throb around his tip, so eager to take him. He pushes in, getting halfway in before Vador moans out. Del Toro proceeds slowly, and then snaps his hips.
"Yes!"
That's all Del Toro needs to hear to start fucking. He pounds away at the bottom, letting the water splash in his face. He doesn't care as Vador's hole is so tight so satisfying it's worth being blinded. He squeezes the pornstar's shoulders as he buries himself in and rips himself out. Vador's voice echoes off the tiles filling their ears with his moans of pleasure, his back still arched perfectly for his top. Del Toro grunts louder as he gets rougher. He pulls Vador's hands back, stretching the pornstar out on his cock. The bottom loves the abuse, as Del Toro's thick cock hits all the right spots.
The two men don't know how long they've been in the shower when they notice their hands starting to get too wrinkly. They can read each other minds and decide it's time to try off. Del Toro slows down and spins Vador around, carrying him in a bear hug back to the locker room to continue on.
Del Toro starts to rock back and forth slowly, taunting Vador by wiping his head across his face before shoving it back in his mouth. Each time he pulls it out, Vador leaves his mouth open, saliva dropping to the floor, eager for more. Del Toro holds the pornstar's head still as he fucks him a bit faster, not pulling out all the way before going back in. Vador moans softly, stroking his own cock as Del Toro skull fucks him. Del Toro fucks him hard and fast, but as soon as he stops Vador grips the shaft, stroking it slowly, and notices Del Toro shift the weight in his feet.
"Ahhh... yeah," Del Toro looks down at Vador and nods for him to continue.
The pornstar happily obliges, twisting his head as he takes the dick in, stroking up and down the shaft with his lips following his fingers. Building up momentum, yet never getting sloppy. Del Toro closes his eyes, the slurps and smacks of Vador's lips are nearly continuous. He starts to tense up.
"Fuck..." he grunts.
Del Toro eyes pop open as he comes, unloading as Vador pulls his dick out of his mouth. Some cum goes down the pornstar's throat, but most of the milky white seed smears across Vador's face.
"Ahhhhh..." Del Toro yells out, still shuddering.
Vador licks his lips, tasting more of Del Toro's cum. The wrestler cups his hands on Vador's face and pulls him up, kissing him again, tasting his own cum.
"Let's get you cleaned up, eh?" Del Toro suggests.
He smacks the pornstar's ass and follows him into the showers. Despite having the entire shower area to themselves, the two share a head, unable to take their hands off each other.
Del Toro's hands brush against Vador's hairy torso, admiring the pornstar's frame. Vador kisses down Del Toro's neck to his chest until his mouth found his pec. Del Toro grunts as his lips wrap around it. Vador sucks at the erect bud, twirling his tongue against his nipple and earning another grunt Del Toro fails to silence. Del Toro pulls him close again, pressing their bodies together. It's only then that their dicks touch and Vador notices, "You're still hard?"
Del Toro nods. "Because you're still here."
Del Toro kisses the pornstar again, getting his lips then his jaw, before positioning him in front of him and having Vador bend over. The water beats down on the pornstar's back, dripping down his crack. He places his hands on the tiled wall, preparing for what will come next. Del Toro holds Vador's hips as he lines him up with his dick. He could feel the pornstar's hole throb around his tip, so eager to take him. He pushes in, getting halfway in before Vador moans out. Del Toro proceeds slowly, and then snaps his hips.
"Yes!"
That's all Del Toro needs to hear to start fucking. He pounds away at the bottom, letting the water splash in his face. He doesn't care as Vador's hole is so tight so satisfying it's worth being blinded. He squeezes the pornstar's shoulders as he buries himself in and rips himself out. Vador's voice echoes off the tiles filling their ears with his moans of pleasure, his back still arched perfectly for his top. Del Toro grunts louder as he gets rougher. He pulls Vador's hands back, stretching the pornstar out on his cock. The bottom loves the abuse, as Del Toro's thick cock hits all the right spots.
The two men don't know how long they've been in the shower when they notice their hands starting to get too wrinkly. They can read each other minds and decide it's time to try off. Del Toro slows down and spins Vador around, carrying him in a bear hug back to the locker room to continue on.
"Uhhhh..." he can't stop moaning.
Vador shudders, grasping at his back muscles, feeling how strained they are, tensing more and more the closer Del Toro approaches climax. The wrestler keeps pounding into him, fast, sharp, hitting deep inside of Vador again and again and again, shattering him apart with efficiency. He squeezes Vador's legs in his hands as he pumps into him harder, with big forceful thrusts. Vador's noises sound more piteous while Del Toro sounds more animalistic with his. Vador closes his eyes, picturing Del Toro coming again, his cum raining down on his body while he simultaneously explodes. "Yeah, yeah, just like that..."
But then the pornstar's eyes fly open when Del Toro suddenly pulls out fully, leaving him achingly empty. His body shakes, he's so close, but it isn't enough. He doesn't know why Del Toro would leave him like this, but the wrestler pulls him up off the bench and takes his place getting on his hands and knees. He looks over his shoulder and tells Vador to fuck him, and suddenly it all makes sense.
Just his cock touching Del Toro's bare ass sends sparks up down Vador's back, but how disappointing would that be to come like that? The wrestler twerks his ass against Vador, finding it infuriating that he'd tease him like this.
"Okay, okay," Vador laughs.
Vador slides it in with Del Toro growling louder the deeper he goes. He fears Del Toro might be in pain, so he rub his thighs, making sure he's comfortable. But then the wrestler's ass clenches around his cock. "Fuck you fill me so good..."
Vador grabs him by the jaw, kissing him roughly, making Del Toro's heart race as he steals his breath. Then Vador turns Del Toro's head back and gets going, his dick pulsing inside that tight channel. He pulls out, pounds back in, stretching, filling him, so easily, that all Del Toro can do is sit there on the bench and take it, moaning against the overwhelming sensation. The ring he has tied around his neck swings wildly each time Vador fills him. His hands tighten into fists hearing their skin slap together. The locker room is filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, animalistic grunts and bone deep snarls. Del Toro loves taking it doggy style knowing each fuck would almost always hit his prostate and roars with delight each time it does.
Ten minutes later and Vador begins slowing down. The match, him bottoming, it's all starting to catch up to him. He leans on top of Del Toro, kissing the back of his neck, panting. But Del Toro still wants more dick. He feels the wrestler push his ass back on to his cock, working it nicely. Vador slaps the cheeks with approval, watching the bottom grind on him. The way Del Toro moves mesmerizes Vador. He feels his blood rushing and sinking feeling -- he's going to come. The pornstar hisses, thrusting hard once, twice, before coming with a deep groan. He gasps as his orgasm goes in long, intense waves, making his mind go blank as his seed floods Del Toro's channel.
"Ahhhhh!"
Del Toro rolls over and with a couple of jerks shoots his load on his torso. Vador watches as the wrestler writhes around, riding the climax for as long as possible, his hands rubbing his cum into his body like lotion. Then Del Toro opens his eyes and pulls Vador on to his lap, letting him straddle him, the wrestler's dick still hard. Vador reaches behind and lines up Del Toro's cock, rubbing the sticky tip against his sensitive nerve endings. Del Toro can't believe Vador wants more, but then again so does he, so it's all working out perfectly.
"Ahhhh!" Vador stings.
The pornstar bites his lip as he feels himself spread out around the fat cockhead. But it's slick with cum and he eases the rest of the way until he is fully seated, Del Toro's dick buried to the hilt. Vador spins around so he's facing Del Toro's feet and gets in a squatting position. He impales himself up and down on the dick quickly, like he hasn't orgasmed yet tonight. His hands hold the sides of the bench as he moves his hips in a circle so that he could feel Del Toro reach all his sweet spots. And then Vador begins bouncing on him, enjoying every inch of the dick as it drags along his insides. It doesn't take long for Del Toro to start thrusting up as Vador bounces on him, getting his dick up, deeper inside him. Vador's prostate pulses with each penetration, the pornstar tilting his head up toward the ceiling praying to make the moment last as long as possible. He's in such a trance, he doesn't notice Del Toro spin him back around, that his dick is smacking against the wrestler's stomach. It's only when Del Toro grabs it and starts stroking it to the rhythm that Vador sees they've reversed positions. He looks at Del Toro in the eyes with his intense stare, begging him not to stop.
Vador lets out a high-pitched whine when he comes, his body betraying him as he spurts all over Del Toro, getting cum in his beard, hair, on his shoulders. His mouth hangs open, hollow no noise coming out until his balls are drained dry and he let's out a final gasp. He's so overcome he doesn't even feel Del Toro come inside him and only when he lifts himself off his dick, does he feel the cum drip out of his hole. He looks back at the wrestler to confirm and Del Toro smiles at him and shrugs.
"Let's really get clean up now," Del Toro suggests.
The two return to the showers and lather up. As Vador scrubs himself he notices Del Toro staring at him.
"What?" Vador asks, seeing the smile on Del Toro's face.
"Nothing. It's just, I think I made the right choice."
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