Lake stands in the ring wearing bright white shorts that can barely contain his ass. He bounces in his corner, trying to get the blood flowing as his opponent, Cassidy, strolls down to the ring with Taylor and Beretta at his side. Lake can't help but find something sexy about the wrestler's swagger, if you could even call it swagger. Whatever it is, he wants to rip the boy's jeans off him and fuck him hard.
Cassidy doesn't notice the hungry in Lake's eyes, too busy looking at the crowd than his opponent. The bell rings to start the match and Cassidy walks over to Lake with his hands in his pockets, gently kicking at the pornstar's shins with his kicks of doom. Lake looks around confused, does he even want to wrestle? He strikes Cassidy with a blow to the head and then whips him across the ring. Cassidy rebounds off the ropes and comes back with both feet in the air, nailing Lake with a shotgun dropkick. Lake scrambles back up and Cassidy is standing there kicking his feet around like he's waiting for a bus.
Lake hears Taylor and Beretta laughing at him, annoying him even more. So he swings at Cassidy, but the wrestler ducks and hits him with a backbody drop. When Lake gets back up Cassidy nails him with a superkick, dropping him down again. Cassidy then hurries up the turnbuckles and stands tall, raising both arms. Lake stands back up, still dazed, and when he turns to face Cassidy, the wrestler floats through the air with a diving crossbody, but the pornstar catches him. Cassidy kicks and squirms, but Lake keeps him in his arms, squeezing his ass. He then lifts him up in a fireman's carry. Cassidy doesn't know what's coming but shakes his head, "No." Unfortunately Lake doesn't listen and hits him with a facebuster. Cassidy turns away, holding his face, but Lake grabs him and whips him hard into the corner with such force that when he hits the turnbuckles he falls down on his ass. Lake struts over and pulls Cassidy's ankles, dragging him out of the corner and then lays on top of him between his legs for the pin. One. Two. Thr-- Cassidy punches out to the relief of Taylor and Beretta, who cheer him on.
Days later and Lake couldn't stop thinking about the match. Not that he lost when he clearly should have won, but how intense his chemistry was with Cassidy. Even now when he's at his apartment's rooftop pool surrounded by men with ripped bodies he can't stop thinking about the wrestler.
He hears a laugh. There's a hint of familiarity to it.
It's Cassidy.
He immediately starts to get hard and sits up on his lounge chair. He desperately scans the area and then he sees him. He's with Beretta and Taylor, by the hot tub, shirtless but still in his jeans. Lake stares longingly at him, the thirst in his eyes shielded by the dark tint in his sunglasses.
"Do you know that guy?" Beretta asks Cassidy, subtly pointing at Lake.
Cassidy does a quick glance over his shoulder, "Nah."
Of course Cassidy recognizes Lake, that sexy bald head, thick beard, and thick muscle body. But it isn't something he wants to readily admit to his pals because he's scared they'd instantly pick up that he is crushing on him.
"Why's he staring at you?"
Cassidy is getting nervous, but hides it well. He casually faces Lake getting a better look at his admirer. He then turns back to Beretta, "Oh, I think I wrestled him a few days ago."
"Oh yeah. He must still be holding a grudge for losing to you."
The thought never crossed Cassidy's mind. Is he mistaking his own lust for Lake's? Does the pornstar actually want to drown him right now? He sits on the edge of the hot tub, dipping his feet in, trying to play it cool, not wanting to take his chances and utters, "Whatever."
Lake is tempted to approach the wrestler, but has his doubts. He normally wouldn't hesitate to make the first move, but aside from a couple of glances Cassidy seems to be avoiding looking at him altogether, giving him a literal cold shoulder. Still a part of Lake holds on that this is just a part of his lazy, carefree persona.
Cassidy has a hard time paying attention to Beretta and Taylor. His mind is on Lake and how hot he looks in his speedo tanning on the lounger. He nods along the conversation, saying "Yeah" here and there to make it look like he's invested, but he's nervous he's got his back to Lake, afraid of being jumped even though Taylor and Beretta would surely keep him from getting too close. Still his nerves can't keep him from glancing over to make sure Lake is maintaining his distance and to try and read the mood on the pornstar's face. He only wishes he had his sunglasses on so he could look over at Lake without him seeing his eyes.
Lake's cock penetrates Cassidy in a soothing, steady push. He allows the wrestler to adjust to the feel of his entire length inside of him. Then he fucks him with such sexual prowess that Cassidy is moaning like crazy. On his knees, Lake fucks him doggie with long, precise strokes that nail his prostate every time. The wrestler is clenching his fists trying to keep going though they both know he's on the precipice of climax. Then he flips Cassidy over and grips his hips, walking him back, enjoying edging him. He fucks him slower now, letting the wrestler's hands worship his body as he rocks into him. Just when Cassidy catches his breath the pornstar drills faster into him with such a burst of quick, short strokes he has to pin Cassidy down to keep him from flopping around.
Lake pulls Cassidy up to his feet by his hair, something that the wrestler doesn't appreciate. He punches Lake in the torso and then hits a couple of kicks before throwing Lake into the corner turnbuckles. The pornstar snaps out of them towards Cassidy who bends down to flip him over, but Lake catches his bearings and stops. He thrusts his groin up at Cassidy's face and then lifts the wrestler up and slams him down with a powerbomb. He remains down, pressing his hands on Cassidy's chest for the pin, but the wrestler punches out after one.
The two men get back on their feet at the same time to square off again. This time there's some fire in Cassidy's eyes. He's getting a little too excited about how frisky Lake is getting and so now he cares. Lake throws a punch, but Cassidy blocks it and hits a backhand across his chest. Lake doesn't flinch. Cassidy hits him again. Nothing. So he headbutts the pornstar, making him step back and hold his head. Cassidy then runs to the ropes, building his momentum, but Lake is ready to grab him. Cassidy swings around him and nails a tornado DDT, putting Lake out flat on his back. Cassidy crawls on him for the pin, but after a one-count Lake throws him off him, still plenty of fight left in him.
Taylor and Beretta tap their hands on the ring, trying to motivate Cassidy, but he stands with his hands in his pockets, waiting for Lake to get back up. Lake bursts to his feet and takes Cassidy down with a spear, defenseless since his hands were in his pockets. Lake jumps to his feet, pumped up and then lifts Cassidy up and hits a gourdbuster. He's not finished, picking Cassidy back up and putting him on his shoulder, charing toward the corner and slamming him into the turnbuckles before spinning around and hitting a powerslam. Cassidy seems out of it, so he goes for the cover. One. Two. Thr-- the count stops as the ref points out Cassidy's foot is on the ropes, undoubtedly the work of Taylor who stands outside the ring raising his hands innocently.
Lake leans through the ropes telling him to back off, a much needed distraction for Cassidy to get behind him and roll him up, pulling on his trunks. One. Two. Lake kicks free in time.
Both men stand back up at once, now getting a good look in each other's eyes. Lake tries to hold his fury back against Cassidy's cheating, the wrestler's sex appeal making it easier, but it doesn't stop Lake from pummeling him with a bunch of blows. He then whips Cassidy into the corner and runs after him with a big body splash, squashing him in the corner. Cassidy takes a couple steps out and drops to his knees in exhaustion. Lake doesn't hesitate and picks Cassidy up for another powerbomb. As he holds him up with his crotch in his face Cassidy begins to punch him in the head. One. Two. Three. Four. Then Lake sucks his mouth to his crotch, getting him to stop. No one can see what Lake's doing but Cassidy, and he likes it. He holds Lake's head to his crotch, wishing he could unzip his pants for him. Just when Lake thinks he has Cassidy under control the wrestler hits him with a hurricanrana, flipping the pornstar and making him roll out the ring. Cassidy then hurries back up and runs to the opposite side the ring, getting an extra boost coming off the ropes and sails through the opposite ropes landing on Lake with a suicide dive. Lake stumbles back into the barrier and Cassidy wraps his arms around him, flinging him back in the ring. As Lake gets back on his knees Cassidy climbs up the corner turnbuckles again. He goes for a diving DDT, but Lake intercepts it, catching the wrestler again. He squeezes his ass again and lifts Cassidy up, but the wrestler twists free and hits him with a stundog millionaire. Lake wobbles barely able to stand upright, confused as to what happened. Cassidy then charges at Lake and hits him with the orange punch, taking him down. He falls on top of the pornstar, hooking the legs. One. Two. Three. It's over. Beretta and Taylor scramble into the ring and lift Cassidy's arms up in victory.
Days later and Lake couldn't stop thinking about the match. Not that he lost when he clearly should have won, but how intense his chemistry was with Cassidy. Even now when he's at his apartment's rooftop pool surrounded by men with ripped bodies he can't stop thinking about the wrestler.
He hears a laugh. There's a hint of familiarity to it.
It's Cassidy.
He immediately starts to get hard and sits up on his lounge chair. He desperately scans the area and then he sees him. He's with Beretta and Taylor, by the hot tub, shirtless but still in his jeans. Lake stares longingly at him, the thirst in his eyes shielded by the dark tint in his sunglasses.
"Do you know that guy?" Beretta asks Cassidy, subtly pointing at Lake.
Cassidy does a quick glance over his shoulder, "Nah."
Of course Cassidy recognizes Lake, that sexy bald head, thick beard, and thick muscle body. But it isn't something he wants to readily admit to his pals because he's scared they'd instantly pick up that he is crushing on him.
"Why's he staring at you?"
Cassidy is getting nervous, but hides it well. He casually faces Lake getting a better look at his admirer. He then turns back to Beretta, "Oh, I think I wrestled him a few days ago."
"Oh yeah. He must still be holding a grudge for losing to you."
The thought never crossed Cassidy's mind. Is he mistaking his own lust for Lake's? Does the pornstar actually want to drown him right now? He sits on the edge of the hot tub, dipping his feet in, trying to play it cool, not wanting to take his chances and utters, "Whatever."
Lake is tempted to approach the wrestler, but has his doubts. He normally wouldn't hesitate to make the first move, but aside from a couple of glances Cassidy seems to be avoiding looking at him altogether, giving him a literal cold shoulder. Still a part of Lake holds on that this is just a part of his lazy, carefree persona.
Cassidy has a hard time paying attention to Beretta and Taylor. His mind is on Lake and how hot he looks in his speedo tanning on the lounger. He nods along the conversation, saying "Yeah" here and there to make it look like he's invested, but he's nervous he's got his back to Lake, afraid of being jumped even though Taylor and Beretta would surely keep him from getting too close. Still his nerves can't keep him from glancing over to make sure Lake is maintaining his distance and to try and read the mood on the pornstar's face. He only wishes he had his sunglasses on so he could look over at Lake without him seeing his eyes.
Lake catches when Cassidy gaze over at him. It's such a fleeting moment the pornstar isn't sure if he's imagining it or not. Is the wrestler flirting? Is it a taunt? Or is it nothing? An idea comes to mind in how he can figure it out. Although clouds have overtaken the clear skies, Lake takes his sun tan oil and squirts it on his hands. He rubs it into his body, making his chest, torso, and arms glisten despite the lack of sun. He figures that if this catches Cassidy's attention he'll know that the wrestler is lusting for him.
Sure enough the next time Cassidy glances over he pauses a little longer than he wants to, staring at Lake's shiny body. Lake tilts his sunglasses down and winks at him. He's been busted. And then it begins to rain. Just a few drops here and there, but enough to damper the mood for Taylor and Beretta who get out of the hot tub and head back inside.
"It's just rain," Cassidy says.
The wrestler follows them, wanting to stay and stare at Lake, but at the same time not wanting to be alone with him.
The rain doesn't bother Lake, but he doesn't want to sit here by himself feeling rejected by Cassidy. Was it really a rejection though? He can't read that man if his life depended on it. As he heads to the door back inside he bumps into Cassidy. The wrestler accidentally puts his hands on Lake's slick, oiled-up chest.
"Sorry," Cassidy sounds genuinely nervous. "Trent forgot his shirt."
"Sorry," Cassidy sounds genuinely nervous. "Trent forgot his shirt."
He looks at his hands still on Lake's chest, feeling the pornstar's heart beat. Suddenly he doesn't feel threatened. He takes his hands off looking at them, realizing he's gotten the oil from Lake's skin on them.
"Oh, sorry about that," Lake says. "I guess I should have rinsed off."
The pornstar steps out of the doorway and heads back to the pool, stripping his speedo off before diving in. Cassidy walks over to the hot tub and grabs Beretta's shirt, staring at the speedo, still processing that Lake jumped in completely naked.
Lake comes up to the surface and turns toward Cassidy, "You gonna get in?"
"Nah, I don't want to get wet," the wrestler says without any irony.
"It's raining."
Cassidy blushes. Shit, it is. "Maybe, I'll just dip my feet in."
The wrestler slides off his jeans, revealing his naked body. Lake nods, appreciating how the wrestler goes commando. Cassidy sits on the ledge kicking his feet in.
"So, is this why you came back out?" Lake asks, pointing at Cassidy's feet in the water. "Or were you hoping for something to happen?"
"So, is this why you came back out?" Lake asks, pointing at Cassidy's feet in the water. "Or were you hoping for something to happen?"
Cassidy tilts his head up to let the rain splash on his face, "Whatever..."
"Whatever?"
Lake wades over to the edge, only now noticing Cassidy's erect cock, "That doesn't look like whatever to me."
Lake grabs the base of his shaft, squeezing it nice, before licking his tongue around the head and sucking on it. The pornstar doesn't just blow him, he worships the cock, taking it deep down his throat. The wrestler puts his hands on Lake's bald head, holding his face into his dick as long as possible. But it's Cassidy's body that tingles, and no matter how hard he tries to act like it's no big deal it shows otherwise. He eventually has to push Lake off his dick, afraid he'll come.
"Something wrong?"
Cassidy doesn't know how to respond so he pulls Lake close and kisses him. When he breaks away he turns around and gets on his hands and knees with his ass facing Lake. Lake is just as eager to rim the wrestler as he was to blow him, kissing up and down his cheeks before lapping his tongue the pulsing hole in front of him. Cassidy moans out unashamed of how loud he is, too lost in how mesmerizing it feels having Lake's tongue inside him. And then the pornstar's beard brushing against his cheeks -- it gives him continuous shivers.
"God, you feel so good," Lake exclaims.
"Yeah? Why don't you try it some more?" Cassidy says trying to sound sarcastic, but failing.
"Yeah? Why don't you try it some more?" Cassidy says trying to sound sarcastic, but failing.
Lake pulls himself out of the pool and gets behind the wrestler, flopping his monster cock on his ass. It's the moment he's been waiting for since he first saw Cassidy.
Lake's cock penetrates Cassidy in a soothing, steady push. He allows the wrestler to adjust to the feel of his entire length inside of him. Then he fucks him with such sexual prowess that Cassidy is moaning like crazy. On his knees, Lake fucks him doggie with long, precise strokes that nail his prostate every time. The wrestler is clenching his fists trying to keep going though they both know he's on the precipice of climax. Then he flips Cassidy over and grips his hips, walking him back, enjoying edging him. He fucks him slower now, letting the wrestler's hands worship his body as he rocks into him. Just when Cassidy catches his breath the pornstar drills faster into him with such a burst of quick, short strokes he has to pin Cassidy down to keep him from flopping around.
Cassidy rubs his hands down his cheeks. it might be raining, but he's in heaven. At this point he can't hide his emotion or enjoyment if he wanted to. But Lake still won't let him climax, pulling back at just the last second and letting the wrestler wind down. He then picks Cassidy up in a bearhug, dick still in his ass, and fucks him as he carries him over to the lounger.
The pornstar sits down and has Cassidy face him on his lap, letting him ride him at his pleasure. Cassidy balances himself with one hand pressed on the chair, surprised that with all their weight it doesn't tilt over or collapse. He leans backward, looking up at the sky, the rain having come to an end. His buries his ass deep on the cock, clenching it around the shaft as his cheeks rub against Lake's pubes. He doesn't know if he'll be able to escape climaxing this time, so he goes at hard, hoping to deliver an ending neither man will forget. Just when he feels the pressure building up Lake leans up, pushing Cassidy on his back, pinning him to the lounger. At first Cassidy thinks Lake is edging him again just as the rain has picked up again. But then he realizes what he feels raining on his chest is actually a splatter of warm cum just as another one lands on his stomach. He has somehow outlasted the pornstar.
The pornstar sits down and has Cassidy face him on his lap, letting him ride him at his pleasure. Cassidy balances himself with one hand pressed on the chair, surprised that with all their weight it doesn't tilt over or collapse. He leans backward, looking up at the sky, the rain having come to an end. His buries his ass deep on the cock, clenching it around the shaft as his cheeks rub against Lake's pubes. He doesn't know if he'll be able to escape climaxing this time, so he goes at hard, hoping to deliver an ending neither man will forget. Just when he feels the pressure building up Lake leans up, pushing Cassidy on his back, pinning him to the lounger. At first Cassidy thinks Lake is edging him again just as the rain has picked up again. But then he realizes what he feels raining on his chest is actually a splatter of warm cum just as another one lands on his stomach. He has somehow outlasted the pornstar.
Lake finally lets go of his cock, putting both his hands behind his head as he collects himself. Cassidy tilts his head up and sucks on the pornstar's head, swallowing the bits of cum with pleasure. When he finishes sucking him clean, Cassidy gives Lake a wink to let him know. With that Lake reclines back, his heart slowing to a normal rate.
"Not so fast there," Cassidy warns as he pulls himself up next to him, spooning the bigger man.
He lifts up Lake's leg and slides his cock up into his hole. Lake is too tired to resist and once he feels Cassidy's head push inside him he lets out a breath. It actually feels good. Cassidy fucks him at a steady pace, building up his momentum gradually. As he gets more excited the wrestler gets off the seat and has Lake bend over for him to mount him. His hands can't get enough of the pornstar's juicy ass, but he doesn't delay the fucking for long. He nails down deep with every stroke, making Lake's prostate experience the pleasures of anal for the first time. The big man roars like thunder, cheering Cassidy on. As he quiets down, Lake hears Cassidy's grunts get louder and then with one last slamming of his dick in him, Cassidy holds still. Lake feels the wrestler's seed fill up his insides, oozing out to his hole.
"Fuck!" Cassidy shivers as he drags his cock out of him.
He wipes it on Lake's cheeks, marking him as his. The pornstar rolls back over and pulls Cassidy back on to his lap, giving him a long kiss. The two men pant, exhausted, relieved, and satisfied.
"Fuck!" Cassidy shivers as he drags his cock out of him.
He wipes it on Lake's cheeks, marking him as his. The pornstar rolls back over and pulls Cassidy back on to his lap, giving him a long kiss. The two men pant, exhausted, relieved, and satisfied.
"You gonna tell your friends about this?" Lake asks out of curiosity.
"No," Cassidy says. "I want to keep you all to myself."
Lake grins in agreement, "Me too."
Between these two hunks, I think Lake's impressive build and perfect ass would be impossible to turn down.
Lake grins in agreement, "Me too."
Between these two hunks, I think Lake's impressive build and perfect ass would be impossible to turn down.
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