Sir Jet vs. Buddy Matthews

Jet is the gender fluid porn hunk who burst on the scene a few years ago with his colorful hair and flawless body. Coming in at 5'9 and 175 lb, this gorgeous beefcake prefers being addressed with the she/her pronouns and still churns out content on OnlyFans. Matthews is the sexy Australian wrestler currently with AEW though he announced last fall that he was taking a break. Formerly Buddy Murphy from WWE, the 5'11, 225 lb hunk has arguably the best chest in wrestling and hopefully his break won't be too long.

Matthews stares down at Jet who has quite the impressive physique. He flexes at her with a roar, sizing up how intimidated she is, and Jet embarrassingly flinches back. Matthews shakes his head, this is too easy.

The bell rings and the wrestler runs at his opponent, grabbing his hands on her head and biel tossing her into the corner. Jet staggers out and Matthews hits a three strikes to her torso, then stomps on her foot getting her to bend over in pain, and concludes with a knee to the head. Matthews gets Jet back up again and whips her into the ropes. Jet springs back with force, nailing the wrestler with a shoulder block that surprises him and takes him off his feet. Jet then pulls Matthews back up and shoves him into the corner where she hits a few shoulder blocks, stuffing him in against the turnbuckles. She takes a few steps back and runs in at him with a bodysplash, that has him stagger out, dropping to a knee, weary. Jet licks her lips liking seeing Matthews vulnerable and comes at him with a kick. Matthews ducks Jet's kick and stands up with a big boot to her face. Jet flops backward, arms stretched out, like a fallen angel. Matthews slides on top of her, hooking the leg, but only gets a two-count. 

The wrestler gets up first, pulling on Jet's hair to get her upright. He goes to whip her into the ropes, but Jet reverses it, sending Matthews across the ring. Matthews rebounds back with incredible speed and comes at Jet, hitting her with a running frankensteiner. He flips the pornstar over on her ass and immediately stalks after her, but Jet slides out under the bottom rope, escaping Matthews's grasp. But that doesn't stop Matthews who grabs the top rope and flips himself over it with a slingshot twisted planche, landing on top of Jet. Matthews is sore from the attack, but still recovers first. He grabs at Jet' yanking her trunks, giving her a wedgie as he rolls her back in the ring. He slides in after, going for the cover, but Jet throws him off after just a one-count.

A layer of sweat now covers both their bodies as they square off again. Jet lunges at Matthews, locking up with him, and tossing him back down. She gets him in a side headlock, but Matthews squirms free, shoving Jet away to the ropes. The pornstar rebounds, ducking a lariat attempt as she runs to the other side of the ring. She rebounds again but Matthews connects this time, taking her down. Matthews then grabs Jet and lifts her up, nailing a brainbuster, laying her flat out in the middle of the ring. He hurries over to the corner, climbing the turnbuckles while Jet slowly gets up, picking the wedgie out of her ass. The pornstar shakes her head, trying to stay focused, wanting to at least put up a showing. She turns to face Matthews and sees him leap off the turnbuckle, going for a diving meteora. But Jet grabs him in the air and slams the wrestler down with a powerbomb. Matthews twitches, the energy drained from him after that counter attack. Jet gets on Matthews with a headlock, trying to keep him from bouncing back. She squeezes her bicep around the wrestler's head tight, proving her muscle isn't just for show. But Matthews squirms around, getting a leg up around Jet's neck and pushing her back in a leg scissors hold. It takes a minute for Jet to try to fight back, but since Matthews still isn't back to a hundred percent, she is able to lift his leg up and slide out of the hold. 

The two scramble back up to face off again, Matthews tries for some strikes but Jet does a good job blocking them. When Matthews gives up Jet lurches forward and nails him with a headbutt. The wrestler staggers backward, holding his head in pain, but still ducks when Jet comes at him with a clothesline. Jet spins around and Matthews runs at her, but she ducks and lifts him up with a big back bodydrop. The wrestler bounces a couple of times, but before he can pull himself up Jet is there grabbing on to him. She nails him with a DDT and then slides on to his sweaty body for the pin. One. Two-- Matthews punches out.

Both of the competitors are getting tired now, as Jet reaches over to pick Matthews back up. She tries lifting him up with a suplex, but Matthews sticks his leg between hers to block it. He then counters it, lifting Jet up and falling back with a suplex. Matthews scrambles back up and goes to the corner turnbuckles, sitting on the bottom one to recover, waiting for Jet to get back up. As soon as the pornstar is on her knees Matthews comes at her with a running knee to the head. He then lifts Jet up into a fireman's carry and drops her down with a neckbreaker on his knee. Jet can barely sit up, but Matthews grabs her instead of going for the pin, planning on putting her away for good. And so Matthews nails Jet with his Matthews Law finisher. He sits on Jet's chest, pulling one leg up and making a jerking motion with his other hand as the ref counts: One, two, thr-- Jet punches out!

Matthews pulls his hair back in disbelief. He protests to the ref, but the ref insists it wasn't a three-count. Matthews shakes his head and yanks Jet back up by her hair. He then wraps his hands around Jet's waist and lifts her up with a german suplex, bridging it for the pin. One. Two. Jet lifts her shoulder up, but Matthews's are still on the ring. Three. The bell rings, ending the match. Matthews stands up confidently, but the ref grabs Jet's wrist and lifts it up in victory.

"What?!"
The ref tries to explain that Matthews's shoulders were both touching the ring during the count, but he doesn't want to hear it. Jet doesn't understand how she won either, but she knows is pissed. He shoves the ref away and storms backstage while Jet tries to enjoy the awkwardness of her victory.

Jet returns back to the locker room hoping Matthews is still there so he can apologize for winning. She doesn't know how it happened. All she knows is Matthews stormed out of the ring without looking back at her and now there's a pit in her stomach from the guilt she has of humiliating the wrestler during their match. An apology won't change anything, but perhaps it'll help Matthews get over the loss. Unfortunately the wrestler isn't there. Jet sighs and heads into the shower, wondering if there's anyway she can undo what was done.

That night Jet can't sleep -- a combination of being too horny and the lack of resolution with Matthews. She throws on a robe and heads down to the hotel lobby bar just before it closes to get a drink. After she places her order she hears a familiar voice. She looks around and at the end of the bar is Matthews, nursing a beer. She cautiously walks over, clearing her throat.
"Excuse me." 

Matthews doesn't look up at her.
"Um, I'm sorry about what happened earlier today during our match. It was never my intention to embarrass you like that so I just wanted to apologize and ask if there's anything I can do to make up for it."
Matthews chugs the rest of his beer and slams it on the bar, still not looking at Jet. He looks unsteady in on the stool.

"Buddy?"

And then he slumps over, falling off to the floor.
"Holy shit," Jet says picking the wrestler back up. "How many beers did you have?"

Matthews burps in response. Jet tries setting him back on the stool but the wrestler has no balance and immediately starts to sway when Jet lets go. 
"I think it's maybe time you head back to your room," Jet says.
"Meh."

Jet looks around. No one else at the bar seems interested in helping Matthews out. She sighs, "Come on, I'll take you."

Jet hooks her arm with Matthews's and leads him to the elevator. "What floor is your room on?"
"I, I, I don't know..." Matthews pulls out his keycard from his pocket, but it has no identifying number on it.
"Shit," Jet says, regretting getting attached to Matthews. "Do you want to come back to my room and take a nap?"
Matthews nods, nearly falling over in the process. Jet presses the button and the elevator zips them up to her floor, though for the pornstar it feels like the longest elevator ride ever. 

Matthews is able to stumble down the hall to Jet's room on his own, occasionally bumping into a wall, but staying upright the entire time. Despite Matthews's intoxication and clumsiness, Jet still can't get over how hot he is. He's still in his tattered wrestling shorts, though he threw a tanktop on that can barely contain his chest. And his lips, god, how Jet just wants to kiss them. 
"Right here," Jet says, holding the door open and ushering Matthews in.

The wrestler enters the room, "This isn't my room."
"I know, but you don't know where your room is and you need to rest," Jet explains.
"Oh, right."
Matthews takes another couple steps forward and trips, falling on to the bed. He then begins to laugh at himself as he slides up on the bed.
"Hold on," Jet says coming over, "Take off your boots please."
Matthews crawls up to put his head on the pillow. The pornstar shakes her head and yanks off Matthews's boots one at a time. She then grabs a bottled water and puts it on the nightstand, "Make sure to drink some water."
Matthews responds with a muffled, "Okay," but remains face first in the pillow. 

Jet heads out to his balcony, clinging her robe tight as she faces the chilly night air as there's nowhere else to sit in the room. If only this encounter were happening with a sober Matthews, how hot that would be. She has little hope that Matthews will wake up in the morning and want to do anything, so instead she sits in the chair imagining what could have been.

"Hey."
Just as Jet starts to get hard imagining her fantasy night with Matthews she turns around and sees the wrestler standing at the balcony door looking at her.
"Is something wrong?" Jet asks, standing back up.

"I need you to cuddle," Matthews says, pulling Jet in for a hug.
"I think you need some water--" 

Matthews places his lips on Jet's for what turns out to be a passionate kiss. Jet eventually pulls away, guiding Matthews back to the bed. 

"You don't want me?" he sounds like a child about to be abandoned.

"Buddy, you've had a lot to drink tonight and I don't want you to do anything that you won't remember or anything you will remember, but regret."
Matthews tugs at Jet's bathrobe, untying the belt, revealing that the pornstar is in nothing but a skimpy bikini bottom. 
"Seriously Buddy," Jet tries to hold firm.
Matthews wraps his arms around Jet's waist, pulling her in so that their chests rub against each other. "Come on..."
It's so hard for Jet to resist. She can't smell any alcohol on his breath, is he as drunk as she thought? Then she remembers him falling off his seat, stumbling down the hall, tripping on the bed -- yes, he's that drunk. Matthews hands reach in her bikini and cup Jet's ass, squeezing him tenderly. Jet holds her breath, his touch feels so good. But she imagines him waking up in the morning, angry, blaming Jet for their hookup.
"We can't. You're drunk and confused," Jet says, taking his hands off her.
"But I wanted you ever since I saw you in the ring," Matthews insists.
"Wait, really?"

"God yes," Matthews looks like he's going to cry. "Your body is fucking-- so fucking-- fuckable. I thought it was so obvious during our match and then I got embarrassed and ran out of the locker room before you came back. And now it's true, you really don't want me..."

Jet can't believe what she's hearing.  

"No, no, no," Jet holds Matthews's wrists. "I didn't know, I just thought--" Jet doesn't know how to justify her thoughts in a way that'll calm Matthews so she pulls him in and kisses him again, pressing his beard against her face as she slides her tongue in his mouth, holding him tight.

Now Jet is kneeling on the bed, arching her back, with her ass hanging over the edge. Matthews's beard tickles against her smooth skin, as does the warmth of his alcohol-fueled breath, but when he flicks his tongue at her hole a chill washes over Jet.
"Ahhhh..."
The wrestler kisses her cheeks and licks stripes across her hole, worshipping her ass as though it's the only one he's ever seen. Then he buries his face in, fucking his tongue in her muscle, making Jet shiver with every motion. If this is Matthews rimming while his drunk, Jet can't imagine what he's like when he's sober. 
"Alright," Matthews steps back, slapping the ass cheeks. "You're good and ready."

He pulls Jet off the bed and has her stand up bent over as he aims his cock at her hole. He misses the first time, and the second, clearly the alcohol has affected his hand-eye coordination, but the third time it pushes in deep. Matthews proves himself to be an effective top even when he's drunk, buzzed, or whatever state he's in. His consistent rhythm is more than enough to make up for his incoherent grunts and literal drooling on to Jet's ass. And each penetration packs a decent punch, making Jet moan out to keep going. If she had any doubts about Matthews's performance in his state they're gone now.

Matthews grabs hold of Jet's hair in one hand, wrenching her upright, and his other hand slides down to grip her cock, just once, just for a second, but it's tight enough to make the pornstar whimper and thrust forward, desperate to keep hold of that feeling. Then his hand releases her dick, back down on her hip, making Jet wish the warmth of his grip. He leans forward now, putting his weight on the pornstar's back and jerks her cock some more, timing it with his thrusts. Jet whimpers, fighting the urge to come, wanting to let this night last longer. But Matthews keeps tugging on his dick making it harder to resist.
"Such a nice cock," Matthews grunts to himself.
"You too..." Jet says, not really wanting to engage in chat with his drunk top.
"I want it all for myself..."
Jet holds her breath, did he just say what she thought he said. Matthews steps back from her and positions Jet to lie down on the bed on her back. She scoots up to prop herself up on the pillows and then Matthews flops on to the bed. He crawls up so his head is between Jet's legs. Jet watches in awe as he kisses her dick, puckering his lips on the head. Jet never pictured Matthews as someone to give oral, maybe the alcohol loosened his inhibitions? She combs her fingers through the wrestler's long hair as he bobs his head up and down, inhaling the dick, squeezing it in his mouth -- it's definitely one of the sexiest things Jet has ever seen. His tongue caressing every inch of her cock as she is engulfed in warm wetness.
Matthews is ferocious letting the tip of Jet's cock bump against the back of his throat and not at all choking, instead swallowing the precum eagerly. His hands aren't idle either. One cups Jet's balls, caressing them gently while the other reaches under her ass, his fingertips lightly tracing between her cheeks. And the more Matthews goes the more inclined Jet is to change her mind. It's definitely not the alcohol, he's just an eager cocksucker.
When he finishes Matthews sits back up with a grin on his face, precum dripping out of his beard. "I think you're good, mate," he says.
"Good? Good for what?" Jet wonders to herself.
Matthews rolls backward and opens his legs up in a V, his hands pulling his ass open to reveal his throbbing hole.
"Oh!" Jet's eyes widen with delight.
She kneels forward and presses her head against his hole. Matthews swallows hard, taking a deep gulping breath as she enters him, holding him steady as he clutches her shoulders for support. Yet the more Jet pushes in the more relaxed Matthews looks, so much that Jet leans forward to kiss him. She begins slowly, but Matthews barks out for it to be faster, pinching Jet's pecs until she goes the pace he wants. It doesn't take long for them to find a rhythm that has them both moaning out. Jet loves seeing the normally stoic athlete fall apart under her touch. How Matthews clenches the bedsheets in his hands, each powerful penetration jolting him backward a bit, his tits bouncing with delight. But Jet's eyes keep drifting down at Matthews's gorgeous cock, yearning for it to be back inside her. It takes the wrestler a moment to realize what's happening, so he pulls Jet down for a kiss and then rolls them over so he's on top.
Jet happily holds her legs up and open for the wrestler to slide back in her. Matthews pauses, closing his eyes to savor the feeling of Jet's body surrounding him. He flashes them open and begins fucking, hard and rough. Jet likes it though, seeing Matthews's muscles put to good use. She wonders if he's sobered up a bit now, because she can tell he means business. He's fucking her like he's on a deadline, pounding with short, hard strokes that press her down into the mattress each time. He's rougher now, like he has something to prove. He leans forward his hair dangling down hanging over Jet's face as he rocks into her with animalistic grunts punctuating each penetration.
Abruptly he stops, holding his dick in Jet. At first the pornstar thinks Matthews is coming, it wouldn't be surprising for a drunk to unload in him without warning, but then Matthews grabs Jet's shoulders and rolls backward, so Jet is straddling his lap.
"Come on and ride my cock," he says.
He wraps his arms around the muscle bottom, squeezing him tight as Jet begins to bounce up and down on his cock. They take turns rubbing their hands up and down each others' chests, admiring the beautiful physique the other has. But Matthews now looks like he's drunk on Jet, the way he stares intensely at her, his hands wanting to feel every inch of her skin. With his gaze on her, Jet has never felt sexier and squeezes her ass with each bounce, doing everything she can to please her top. She bucks him faster, making him groan out like she's never heard him before. He falls back so he's lying down, but he encourages Jet to keep going. Jet raises her hands to behind her head as she rocks herself faster, giving Matthews more of a show of her body as her dick rubs up and down Matthews's chest.

“Yes, yes...oh yes!” Jet throws her head back, almost mindless from the pleasure of rutting Matthews's chest. "Buddyyyyy yes!"

She moans long and hard when Matthews deliberately flexes, making the channel deeper and almost gripping Jet's cock. Jet looks down and almost swallows her tongue at the sight of her pink cock squeezed between the wrestler's tits. It doesn't seem to matter that the wrestler's nailing her prostate, his tits jerking her dick is what's going to get Jet off. Matthews places his hand on the top of Jet's shaft as the pornstar rocks faster. Jet can feel her orgasm coming, tweaking her hard nipples while staring up at the ceiling.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh... uhhhhh"

The pornstar comes on Matthews's chest, squirting out between his boobs. The wrestler angles Jet's dick up and opens his mouth, catching some more cum on his tongue, though his beard getting a good amount. And then with one last thrust he finishes in Jet, unloading his seed deep in the pornstar. Feeling the warmth inside him, Jet twerks on the dick, prolonging Matthews's orgasm. The wrestler squeezes on to her thighs, bracing himself as the ass dances on his dick. 
"Fuckkkk..." Jet sighs, shaking the last drops of cum off into Matthews's smiling mouth.

The wrestler's dick plops out of Jet's abused hole as the pornstar rolls over on her side. Matthews tilts his head down to get a better assessment of the cum on his chest, wiping his fingers across it and sucking it off them. Jet feels refreshed, especially after that match, but now all she wants to do is get in a hot shower and then fall asleep in her own bed. Even though she wouldn't mind cuddly with the seemingly sober Matthews, she doesn't want to push her luck with this night and so instead she gets out of bed and throws her robe back on.

"Hey," Matthews calls out, a nervous twitch in his voice. "This will just be our little secret, eh?"
"Of course. Don't worry about it," Jet says. "You'll be the best kept secret of mine."

If I could choose between these two big-chested hunks, as hard as it would be to turn down smashing Jet's ass Matthews's tits are too tantalizing to turn down.