Robert has never been to a wrestling match before. He doesn't know why, it has everything he could ask for: huge half-naked men in spandex trying to pin each other down. Of course he watched wrestling matches growing up, but he never went in person. So when his friend offered him an extra ticket to come to the show Robert accepted, curious to see what it's really like.
He stands in the front row near the center of the ring, the perfect spot to watch each muscle man pass by as they make their way to the ring. And then he sees Archer strutting to the ring, his chest protruding under the singlet straps. He stares at him without shame, watching as he bends over and climbs through the ropes to the ring.
All Robert can do is imagine what it'd be like in the ring with him. Standing opposite of Archer then locking up once the bell rings. Archer slipping behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist as Robert falls forward on his hands and knees. Robert doing his best to break free, getting behind Archer and putting him in waist lock. How good it would feel to be on top of him like this. But then Archer would grab Robert's leg, flip him over on his back, crawl through his legs and start pounding him. Robert would take the abuse with Archer on top of him like this, he's sure of it. And when he's had enough he'd kick back, getting Archer off of him, at least for a few seconds. They'd lock up again, Archer grabbing him in a side headlock, his massive bicep squeezing his head. He'd back into the ropes and shove Archer off across the ring and when Archer comes back he'd get him with a flapjack. Archer would bounce hard off the mat, Robert undoubtedly would enjoy staring at the wrestler's ass all bent over and vulnerable. He'd leap on him trying to choke him, but Archer is too strong. The wrestler would stand up and run backwards into the turnbuckles, squashing Robert in the corner. And then again. And again. And when he gives Robert a break, allowing him to stagger out of the corner Archer would run at him with a lariat taking him down. He'd go for the pin, but Robert would punch out before the three-count. He wouldn't be that easy for the athlete to beat.
The two men would square off again, Robert trying to send Archer to the ropes, but the wrestler overpowers him, reversing it so he goes running. Robert would try for a crossbody, but Archer would catch him in his arms, and then ram him again into the corner turnbuckles, this time getting to see the pain in Robert's face. Robert would slump down in the corner, he knows there's only so much beating he could take. Archer would run at him with a boot, but Robert would duck out of the corner in time, causing Archer's leg to get stuck in the corner. Robert would tackle him down and drop an elbow on him, hoping to turn the match around. The wrestler would sit up on his knees and Robert would hit him with a backhand across his chest. That gorgeous chest sticking out from his singlet. He'd then whip Archer across the ring and when the wrestler comes back he'd nail him with a dropkick, strong enough to knock him outside the ring. With his adrenaline pumping, Robert would then leap over the ropes and land on him with a corkscrew plancha, collapsing on top of the wrestler. Robert would hop on to the edge of the ring, waiting for Archer to stand up. He'd then go to give him a big kick to the head, but Archer would grab his foot and tug him down, making him hit the side of the ring before falling on to the mats. The wrestler would pull Robert back up and pin him against the ring before he smacks him in the chest. And again. Archer would then jump up on the edge and swing his legs around under the rope, hitting Robert in the back of the head. As Robert falls forward Archer poses on the side of the ring, lying on his side with his head in his hand and his arm raised up to the fans cheers. Archer would then pick up the slow to recover Robert and drop him on the side of the ring, before shoving him back in. The wrestler would follow after him, looking to put him away for good. As Robert stands back up Archer would strike him in the head, then scoop him up and hold him upside down for the Coup D'état, the tombstone piledriver into a double knee gutbuster. Archer would roll Robert on his back and sit on his head as he folds both of Robert's legs up for the pin. The pornstar would savor the smell of the wrestler's crotch right in his face as he hears the ref count out: Un, deux, trois. Ending the brutal, but hot match.
The two men would square off again, Robert trying to send Archer to the ropes, but the wrestler overpowers him, reversing it so he goes running. Robert would try for a crossbody, but Archer would catch him in his arms, and then ram him again into the corner turnbuckles, this time getting to see the pain in Robert's face. Robert would slump down in the corner, he knows there's only so much beating he could take. Archer would run at him with a boot, but Robert would duck out of the corner in time, causing Archer's leg to get stuck in the corner. Robert would tackle him down and drop an elbow on him, hoping to turn the match around. The wrestler would sit up on his knees and Robert would hit him with a backhand across his chest. That gorgeous chest sticking out from his singlet. He'd then whip Archer across the ring and when the wrestler comes back he'd nail him with a dropkick, strong enough to knock him outside the ring. With his adrenaline pumping, Robert would then leap over the ropes and land on him with a corkscrew plancha, collapsing on top of the wrestler. Robert would hop on to the edge of the ring, waiting for Archer to stand up. He'd then go to give him a big kick to the head, but Archer would grab his foot and tug him down, making him hit the side of the ring before falling on to the mats. The wrestler would pull Robert back up and pin him against the ring before he smacks him in the chest. And again. Archer would then jump up on the edge and swing his legs around under the rope, hitting Robert in the back of the head. As Robert falls forward Archer poses on the side of the ring, lying on his side with his head in his hand and his arm raised up to the fans cheers. Archer would then pick up the slow to recover Robert and drop him on the side of the ring, before shoving him back in. The wrestler would follow after him, looking to put him away for good. As Robert stands back up Archer would strike him in the head, then scoop him up and hold him upside down for the Coup D'état, the tombstone piledriver into a double knee gutbuster. Archer would roll Robert on his back and sit on his head as he folds both of Robert's legs up for the pin. The pornstar would savor the smell of the wrestler's crotch right in his face as he hears the ref count out: Un, deux, trois. Ending the brutal, but hot match.
He excuses himself as the wrestlers for the second match make their entrances, finding a way to sneak backstage.
Robert finds Archer in the mens room, splashing water on his face. The door slams behind Robert, catching the wrestler's attention. Archer recognizes Robert and sets his intense stare on him.
"You..."
Robert's heart begins racing again, he suddenly regrets following his dick back here as Archer approaches him.
"I saw you staring at me the entire time," Archer says in French, not caring if Robert understands him or not.
"I'll give you a moment," Robert says in French trying to back away.
"No," Archer says, putting his hand on the door, preventing Robert from opening it. "You'd better give me more than that."
He locks the door and then slides his singlet straps off his shoulders, pinching one of his hard pecs.
"You looked so fucking hot, you gave me a boner in the ring," Archer says, motioning down to his crotch where a visible boner can be seen through the singlet.
"You looked so fucking hot, you gave me a boner in the ring," Archer says, motioning down to his crotch where a visible boner can be seen through the singlet.
"Oh...?" Robert had been daydreaming he never really noticed the attention Archer gave him during the match.
"And now we're going to take care of it."
Archer throws his lips on Robert's, embracing him in a heated kiss. With their bodies pressed together, Archer's dick rubbing through his singlet up against Robert's torso, the wrestler slips his tongue into the red-head's mouth, making Robert moan.
They break the kiss only so they continue undressing, Robert practically ripping his shirt off and Archer's singlet sliding down to his ankles, freeing the massive boner that's been caged in it since the match. Robert drops down to his knees and starts planting kisses on the wrestler's thighs, leaving him shuddering and squirming by the stimulation on his sensitive skin as Robert's lips near closer to his cock.
The pornstar's eyes are wide and innocent staring up at Archer as he bobs his head back and forth taking the wrestler's girthy dick. The wrestler moans quietly, but it echoes off the bathroom walls making him seem even hornier. At first Archer is slightly embarrassed, but feeling Robert's mouth around him and watching him go to town, he doesn't care.
Robert slurps the dick out, rubbing the head against his lips. He takes in just the tip and sucks on it lightly, making Archer swear for more. But the praise only makes Robert double down his efforts and suck around the slit in a way that drives Archer crazy. Just when Archer can't take it any more and is ready to grab Robert's head and impale it on his cock, the pornstar goes back to blowing him. Archer shakes his head with a chuckle, the pornstar knowing exactly what he just did.
The next time Robert slurps out the thick cock, Archer pulls him away and has him turn around, ready to move on. The wrestler drops to his knees, glad to still be wearing his knee pads on the tiled restroom floor, and begins to rim him.
Archer licks up and down Robert's crack, swirling his tongue around his muscle before puckering his lips on it. He sucks in air and then flicks his tongue, making Robert bury his head in his hands to muffle his moans. Somehow Archer didn't even see Robert's gorgeous ass during his match. He just saw the pornstar's cute smile, and sweet stare, and knew he wanted to fuck him. Had he seen Robert's bubble butt he might have just come in the middle of his match. Thank god he didn't.
When he finishes, Archer sits up on his knees and slaps his dick back and forth on Robert's cheek to indicate what's coming up next.
They break the kiss only so they continue undressing, Robert practically ripping his shirt off and Archer's singlet sliding down to his ankles, freeing the massive boner that's been caged in it since the match. Robert drops down to his knees and starts planting kisses on the wrestler's thighs, leaving him shuddering and squirming by the stimulation on his sensitive skin as Robert's lips near closer to his cock.
The pornstar's eyes are wide and innocent staring up at Archer as he bobs his head back and forth taking the wrestler's girthy dick. The wrestler moans quietly, but it echoes off the bathroom walls making him seem even hornier. At first Archer is slightly embarrassed, but feeling Robert's mouth around him and watching him go to town, he doesn't care.
Robert slurps the dick out, rubbing the head against his lips. He takes in just the tip and sucks on it lightly, making Archer swear for more. But the praise only makes Robert double down his efforts and suck around the slit in a way that drives Archer crazy. Just when Archer can't take it any more and is ready to grab Robert's head and impale it on his cock, the pornstar goes back to blowing him. Archer shakes his head with a chuckle, the pornstar knowing exactly what he just did.
The next time Robert slurps out the thick cock, Archer pulls him away and has him turn around, ready to move on. The wrestler drops to his knees, glad to still be wearing his knee pads on the tiled restroom floor, and begins to rim him.
Archer licks up and down Robert's crack, swirling his tongue around his muscle before puckering his lips on it. He sucks in air and then flicks his tongue, making Robert bury his head in his hands to muffle his moans. Somehow Archer didn't even see Robert's gorgeous ass during his match. He just saw the pornstar's cute smile, and sweet stare, and knew he wanted to fuck him. Had he seen Robert's bubble butt he might have just come in the middle of his match. Thank god he didn't.
When he finishes, Archer sits up on his knees and slaps his dick back and forth on Robert's cheek to indicate what's coming up next.
Robert's had so many men fuck him before he's lost track, but he's fairly confident he's never been fucked by a wrestler before. Other athletes, yes. Gymnasts were obviously a good lay, as were football (soccer) players, as they had endurance. American footballers had the muscle, but often ran out of juice sooner than Robert's liking. But if every wrestler is like Archer, the muscle, the flexibility, the stamina, well his ass might just have to be exclusive to wrestlers then.
Some time while Archer's been fucking him, the wrestler has reached around and stroked Robert's dick. The pornstar didn't think anything of it, but when Archer pulls out and stands up, Robert realizes he's eager for some dick in his ass too.
Archer faces the mirror and sinks, his hands gripping the edge of the counter bracing himself as Robert gets in position behind him. The pornstar enters him slowly, as Robert seems to be more nervous than Archer about all this. He can see Archer hold his breath as he pushes deeper into him, his body tensing up. He holds himself still and then slowly pulls back until Archer exhales. Then Robert begins slowly fucking him, the soft clapping of their skin filling the room.
Some time while Archer's been fucking him, the wrestler has reached around and stroked Robert's dick. The pornstar didn't think anything of it, but when Archer pulls out and stands up, Robert realizes he's eager for some dick in his ass too.
Archer faces the mirror and sinks, his hands gripping the edge of the counter bracing himself as Robert gets in position behind him. The pornstar enters him slowly, as Robert seems to be more nervous than Archer about all this. He can see Archer hold his breath as he pushes deeper into him, his body tensing up. He holds himself still and then slowly pulls back until Archer exhales. Then Robert begins slowly fucking him, the soft clapping of their skin filling the room.
It doesn't take long for Archer to start screaming for more. Harder. Faster. Staring at Robert in the mirror until he gets him right. The harder Robert fucks him the more Archer leans forward until he's pretty much bent over taking the dick. Robert watches the facial expressions Archer makes in the mirror, happy to be fulfilling his needs. Once he gets in a groove Robert thinks about how funny it is that the entire time he fantasized about Archer in the ring he never pictured fucking the wrestler bent over in the mens room and yet that's where reality has taken him.
Archer's legs are trembling with pleasure, he’s struggling to stay on his toes. Part of him wants Robert to stop for a second and let him catch his breath, but the other part of him doesn't want the ruthless thrusting to slow down.
The lewd noises of their bodies slapping together and grunts and groans goes on far longer than Robert would have figured. That's wrestlers for you. But when Archer finally has enough he stands back straight and takes Robert's spot. He then picks Robert up and sets him on his back on top of the sink, spreading his legs open so Archer's dick can enter him. He angles his dick right and stuffs it all the way in, grazing Robert's prostate, and then he abruptly pulls his dick all the way out. After a slight pause he slams his dick back in Robert, repeating the motion a third time, then a fourth, and with the fifth time he leaves his dick in him and begins snapping his hips.
Archer's legs are trembling with pleasure, he’s struggling to stay on his toes. Part of him wants Robert to stop for a second and let him catch his breath, but the other part of him doesn't want the ruthless thrusting to slow down.
The lewd noises of their bodies slapping together and grunts and groans goes on far longer than Robert would have figured. That's wrestlers for you. But when Archer finally has enough he stands back straight and takes Robert's spot. He then picks Robert up and sets him on his back on top of the sink, spreading his legs open so Archer's dick can enter him. He angles his dick right and stuffs it all the way in, grazing Robert's prostate, and then he abruptly pulls his dick all the way out. After a slight pause he slams his dick back in Robert, repeating the motion a third time, then a fourth, and with the fifth time he leaves his dick in him and begins snapping his hips.
Robert can barely breathe after that, his hands pressing on Archer's gorgeous chest before reaching over to hold on to the edge of the sink. Each thrust into him packs a punch, far rougher than when Archer fucked him before, and Robert is eager for the ride. As Archer keeps grinding into his ass, a whimper escapes Robert to which the wrestler decides to press his hand even tighter over his mouth covering his nose in the process. He wants to hear just the sound of his dick smacking inside Robert's tight hole. After a few more thrusts he lifts his hand and Robert nods, doing his best to swallow his whines. But Archer is hitting him in the prostate and he's losing his mind. The colors are all blurring together, his hands shake. Finally he can't take it anymore and comes with a loud drawn out moan, shaking in Archer's tight hold, exhausted and he can’t see for a solid five seconds.
“So gorgeous” Archer smiles, wiping his fingers in the cum and sucking them off -- and before this moment Robert couldn't see how Archer could be any hotter.
“So gorgeous” Archer smiles, wiping his fingers in the cum and sucking them off -- and before this moment Robert couldn't see how Archer could be any hotter.
With a few more thrusts Archer bottoms out and lets out a string of rough grunts. Robert can feel him filling his gut up with hot cum, and smiles.
Archer pulls out wincing at the cold air hitting his cock, but otherwise completely satisfied.
“I need to do this after every match,” he says while letting Robert down off the sink slowly, giving him a friendly smack on the ass once Robert's legs are planted firmly on the ground.
The pornstar responds with a nod: he needs to come to more wrestling matches too.
Archer pulls out wincing at the cold air hitting his cock, but otherwise completely satisfied.
“I need to do this after every match,” he says while letting Robert down off the sink slowly, giving him a friendly smack on the ass once Robert's legs are planted firmly on the ground.
The pornstar responds with a nod: he needs to come to more wrestling matches too.
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