Yamato can't believe it when he bumps into Suzuki backstage before his match.
"What the fuck? You stalking me now?" he shouts.
Ever since Suzuki found Yamato's modeling photos he's been messaging Yamato nonstop asking him if he wants to shoot a porn scene with him. Yamato's answer has always been an unwavering "No," yet, Suzuki would ask him again and again. Now seeing the pornstar at his place of work, Yamato feels threatened.
"Relax Hiro," Suzuki says calmly. "I know you're not interested. So I figured if I can't have you that way, I might as well have the next best thing."
Yamato's eyes widen upon hearing that Suzuki is going to be his opponent tonight. Before he can protest he's being ushered on stage with Suzuki and the other wrestlers for a little pre-match pose down. The oiled up men flex in nothing but jockstraps, showing off all the hours that they've put in the gym. Yamato notices that Suzuki, a former bodybuilder, is a natural, and can't help but admire the way he poses. He stares at the way he flexes his muscles and tries to copy the poses, but comes off as comical.
Suzuki can feel the wrestler's eyes on him and gives him a knowing look. Yamato shakes his head, as kinky as wrestling can get he doesn't want to shoot porn. As they file backstage Suzuki whispers, "Okay, okay, if you win the match I'll never bother you again."
Yamato raises his eyebrows, intrigued but still skeptical. "And if you win the match?"
"If I win the match that means I got to lay on top of you for three seconds, enough of a prize for me." Suzuki flashes a smile, the same smile that paired with his stare lures men his way.
Yamato thinks about the offer, still wondering if there's a catch, but ultimately decides never seeing Suzuki again is worth the risk. "Deal."
Yamato thinks about the offer, still wondering if there's a catch, but ultimately decides never seeing Suzuki again is worth the risk. "Deal."
Now it's Yamato who feels Suzuki's eyes on him as he changes into his white wrestling trunks. Let him look, he thinks because after this match that's all he's gonna have.
Before you know it, the star wrestler joins his opponent in the ring with the bell ringing to start the match. The two square off and immediately lock up, pushing each other back and forth trying to get the advantage until Suzuki gets Yamato in a wrist lock. He twists the wrestler's arm and drags him down on to the ring. The pornstar falls on top of Yamato, his crotch rubbing up and down the wrestler's ass. Yamato spins around, trying to get Suzuki off of him, but the pornstar doesn't let him get far before trying to get back on top of him. He reaches for Yamato's trunks, yanking at them. The more Yamato moves, the more his trunks come down, exposing the wrestler's smooth, round buttocks. Yamato eventually somersaults forward and gets his legs around Suzuki's head in a hold. The pornstar kicks and kicks, but Yamato's legs stay tight, choking his neck. Suzuki is able to rock back and forth, slowly inching towards the ropes, where he is able to set his feet on the bottom rope and force Yamato to break the hold. Yamato rolls back away and pulls up his trunks, shaking his head at Suzuki. Suzuki shrugs with a look that says what he's thinking: You can't blame a guy for trying.
Before you know it, the star wrestler joins his opponent in the ring with the bell ringing to start the match. The two square off and immediately lock up, pushing each other back and forth trying to get the advantage until Suzuki gets Yamato in a wrist lock. He twists the wrestler's arm and drags him down on to the ring. The pornstar falls on top of Yamato, his crotch rubbing up and down the wrestler's ass. Yamato spins around, trying to get Suzuki off of him, but the pornstar doesn't let him get far before trying to get back on top of him. He reaches for Yamato's trunks, yanking at them. The more Yamato moves, the more his trunks come down, exposing the wrestler's smooth, round buttocks. Yamato eventually somersaults forward and gets his legs around Suzuki's head in a hold. The pornstar kicks and kicks, but Yamato's legs stay tight, choking his neck. Suzuki is able to rock back and forth, slowly inching towards the ropes, where he is able to set his feet on the bottom rope and force Yamato to break the hold. Yamato rolls back away and pulls up his trunks, shaking his head at Suzuki. Suzuki shrugs with a look that says what he's thinking: You can't blame a guy for trying.
The two men square off again, raising their hands to lock up, but Suzuki comes in with a kick to Yamato's gut. The wrestler bends over in pain, allowing Suzuki to run back to the ropes and return with a swinging neckbreaker. He forces Yamato flat on his back for the pin, but the pornstar only gets a one-count.
Yamato scrambles back up only for Suzuki to kick him in the stomach again. He then lifts the wrestler up and drops him on his back. He stands between Yamato's legs and reaches forward, tugging on Yamato's trunks to expose him from the front, but the wrestler fights back, kicking him in the head. Suzuki wobbles backward, allowing Yamato get pull up his trunks and get back on his feet. But when he's upright Suzuki is there with a backhand across the chest. The pornstar hits Yamato with a snap suplex, the impact causing Yamato to yell out which sends shivers down Suzuki's spine. The pornstar waits for Yamato to get back up and then nails him with a punch, sending him staggering face first into the corner turnbuckle. The pornstar licks his lips staring at that ass again and then comes at him with a bodysplash, but Yamato ducks out of the corner, dodging the assault. Instead Suzuki eats turnbuckle and the wrestler gets behind him, tugging at his trunks to roll him up. Suzuki falls backward and the ref counts it out: One, two, thr-- the pornstar shakes free in time.
Suzuki pulls up his trunks as he stands back up to face off with Yamato, ducking Yamato's punch. He comes back with a spear, knocking the wrestler back into the corner on his ass. Suzuki struts over and puts his foot on Yamato's head, pressing his head hard against the bottom turnbuckle. Eventually the ref has Suzuki stop, but Yamato remains arched up with his head on the bottom turnbuckle, his body exposed for Suzuki. The wrestler comes over and gives him a titty twister, making the wrestler flop around holding himself. Suzuki gives him a moment to collect himself, then scoops Yamato up and slams him in the middle of the ring, happy to show off the power he can deliver to him. He goes for another pin, happily pressing their bodies together, but Yamato punches out after a one-count.
Suzuki stays down on his knees and gets Yamato in a reverse headlock. He can feel the energy drain from Yamato. Wanting to give up. But all it takes for Yamato to get a little power back is to think of Suzuki finally leaving him alone. He rolls over to his side and gets up to his feet, elbowing Suzuki off of him. He then runs back to the ropes and rebounds back with a knee to Suzuki's head. Suzuki flops on his back, dazed. Yamato climbs up the turnbuckles and once his opponent is on his feet leaps with a missile dropkick, knocking him back over. Yamato slides on top of him, pulling up one leg as the ref counts: One, two-- Suzuki punches out!
Yamato scrambles back up only for Suzuki to kick him in the stomach again. He then lifts the wrestler up and drops him on his back. He stands between Yamato's legs and reaches forward, tugging on Yamato's trunks to expose him from the front, but the wrestler fights back, kicking him in the head. Suzuki wobbles backward, allowing Yamato get pull up his trunks and get back on his feet. But when he's upright Suzuki is there with a backhand across the chest. The pornstar hits Yamato with a snap suplex, the impact causing Yamato to yell out which sends shivers down Suzuki's spine. The pornstar waits for Yamato to get back up and then nails him with a punch, sending him staggering face first into the corner turnbuckle. The pornstar licks his lips staring at that ass again and then comes at him with a bodysplash, but Yamato ducks out of the corner, dodging the assault. Instead Suzuki eats turnbuckle and the wrestler gets behind him, tugging at his trunks to roll him up. Suzuki falls backward and the ref counts it out: One, two, thr-- the pornstar shakes free in time.
Suzuki pulls up his trunks as he stands back up to face off with Yamato, ducking Yamato's punch. He comes back with a spear, knocking the wrestler back into the corner on his ass. Suzuki struts over and puts his foot on Yamato's head, pressing his head hard against the bottom turnbuckle. Eventually the ref has Suzuki stop, but Yamato remains arched up with his head on the bottom turnbuckle, his body exposed for Suzuki. The wrestler comes over and gives him a titty twister, making the wrestler flop around holding himself. Suzuki gives him a moment to collect himself, then scoops Yamato up and slams him in the middle of the ring, happy to show off the power he can deliver to him. He goes for another pin, happily pressing their bodies together, but Yamato punches out after a one-count.
Suzuki stays down on his knees and gets Yamato in a reverse headlock. He can feel the energy drain from Yamato. Wanting to give up. But all it takes for Yamato to get a little power back is to think of Suzuki finally leaving him alone. He rolls over to his side and gets up to his feet, elbowing Suzuki off of him. He then runs back to the ropes and rebounds back with a knee to Suzuki's head. Suzuki flops on his back, dazed. Yamato climbs up the turnbuckles and once his opponent is on his feet leaps with a missile dropkick, knocking him back over. Yamato slides on top of him, pulling up one leg as the ref counts: One, two-- Suzuki punches out!
Yamato brushes his hair out of his face, he can't believe it. He gets back up and delivers a sledgehammer blow to Suzuki's back who is on his hands and knees. He kicks the fallen pornstar a few more times and then turns back to the corner. He makes it to the top turnbuckle, but just as he's about to stand up Suzuki lunges to the ropes, shaking them, causing the wrestler to slump forward, stuck. The pornstar steps up to the middle ropes by the corner and slings Yamato's arm over his shoulder for a superplex. As he goes to lift Yamato the wrestler punches him back, preventing it. Suzuki punches him in return and then hoists him up and falls back with the superplex. He hurries over on to Yamato for the pin thinking this could be it, but the wrestler lifts his shoulder just before the three-count.
Now Suzuki can't believe what just transpired. Yamato really does want him to leave him alone! But he refuses to give up, pulling the wrestler up by his hair to get him upright and then whips him into the corner. He runs at him and nails a bodysplash, making Yamato slump in the corner again. He takes a few steps back looking to kick him in the head and end it all. But just as he runs at him Yamato pulls himself away and Suzuki's foot goes into the turnbuckle. He yells out as he's caught tangled up in the corner, allowing Yamato to get behind him and pull him backwards, rolling him up with a pin. One. Two. Three.
And Yamato does it, getting the sweet victory just like that. He raises his hands while he watches Suzuki roll out of the ring in defeat. Hopefully it will be the last time he sees him.
Backstage Yamato doesn't find Suzuki anywhere. The pornstar must have disappeared out of here as fast as he can with his loss. Yamato smiles, enjoying his win and being freed from Suzuki's harassment.
But as he hits the showers Yamato can't stop thinking about the pornstar. He pictures him in his jockstrap posing before the match, the scent of the oil on his skin, and the way Suzuki felt on top of him when he was trying to pin him in the ring. And all those times that they exchanged glances throughout their match. It's then that he realizes he indeed has a crush on Suzuki. An obsessive crush. One that drives him to Suzuki's apartment.
Now Suzuki can't believe what just transpired. Yamato really does want him to leave him alone! But he refuses to give up, pulling the wrestler up by his hair to get him upright and then whips him into the corner. He runs at him and nails a bodysplash, making Yamato slump in the corner again. He takes a few steps back looking to kick him in the head and end it all. But just as he runs at him Yamato pulls himself away and Suzuki's foot goes into the turnbuckle. He yells out as he's caught tangled up in the corner, allowing Yamato to get behind him and pull him backwards, rolling him up with a pin. One. Two. Three.
And Yamato does it, getting the sweet victory just like that. He raises his hands while he watches Suzuki roll out of the ring in defeat. Hopefully it will be the last time he sees him.
But as he hits the showers Yamato can't stop thinking about the pornstar. He pictures him in his jockstrap posing before the match, the scent of the oil on his skin, and the way Suzuki felt on top of him when he was trying to pin him in the ring. And all those times that they exchanged glances throughout their match. It's then that he realizes he indeed has a crush on Suzuki. An obsessive crush. One that drives him to Suzuki's apartment.
When the pornstar opens the door and finds Yamato at his doorstep he's lost for words. Yamato doesn't need any either, pulling him close so he can plant his lips on Suzuki's for a passionate kiss. Even after Yamato pulls away Suzuki stares at him like he's dreaming.
"I'm really here," he says with a laugh.
"I know... but you won," Suzuki replies. His voice is a little shaky, as if he can't stand Yamato teasing him.
"But you won," Yamato says taking Suzuki's hand and putting it on his crotch, letting him feel the bulge.
Yamato slips into the apartment and the two men strip naked as they make their way to the bedroom, their hearts still racing from their time together in the ring. Once standing before the bed Suzuki spits in his hand, grasping both of their dicks. He seems to have overcome being overwhelmed by Yamato's presence and now means business. A soft moan escapes Yamato at the contact, fire courses through his veins. Suzuki strokes them slowly, savoring the moment. Sweet and tender.
"I can't believe I resisted you for so long," Yamato whispers as his hands feel down the muscles in Suzuki's arms.
"Then stop resisting," Suzuki replies.
Yamato lowers himself to his knees and curls his hand around the base of Suzuki's cock, half hard and growing stiffer under his touch, eyes flicking up to watch the way the pornstar reacts. Suzuki pets his hand through Yamato's hair, pleased that the wrestler is here on his own volition, that everything that is happening isn't because of a lost bet or sense of obligation. It's all just because of his own desire.
As Yamato takes the pornstar's cock in his mouth he hears Suzuki moan with unknown pleasure. The wrestler's wet, hot mouth is the perfect opening for his swelling. And his lips and tongue caress its tip with unsuspected skill. Yamato hums in his throat contentedly and looks at Suzuki from between his thighs and sees that he's in bliss. Suzuki nods encouragingly as he tweaks his nipples, enjoying how the mouth sucks on him, narrowing and widening like a throbbing hole around his hard shaft.
"I'm really here," he says with a laugh.
"I know... but you won," Suzuki replies. His voice is a little shaky, as if he can't stand Yamato teasing him.
"But you won," Yamato says taking Suzuki's hand and putting it on his crotch, letting him feel the bulge.
Yamato slips into the apartment and the two men strip naked as they make their way to the bedroom, their hearts still racing from their time together in the ring. Once standing before the bed Suzuki spits in his hand, grasping both of their dicks. He seems to have overcome being overwhelmed by Yamato's presence and now means business. A soft moan escapes Yamato at the contact, fire courses through his veins. Suzuki strokes them slowly, savoring the moment. Sweet and tender.
"I can't believe I resisted you for so long," Yamato whispers as his hands feel down the muscles in Suzuki's arms.
"Then stop resisting," Suzuki replies.
Yamato lowers himself to his knees and curls his hand around the base of Suzuki's cock, half hard and growing stiffer under his touch, eyes flicking up to watch the way the pornstar reacts. Suzuki pets his hand through Yamato's hair, pleased that the wrestler is here on his own volition, that everything that is happening isn't because of a lost bet or sense of obligation. It's all just because of his own desire.
As Yamato takes the pornstar's cock in his mouth he hears Suzuki moan with unknown pleasure. The wrestler's wet, hot mouth is the perfect opening for his swelling. And his lips and tongue caress its tip with unsuspected skill. Yamato hums in his throat contentedly and looks at Suzuki from between his thighs and sees that he's in bliss. Suzuki nods encouragingly as he tweaks his nipples, enjoying how the mouth sucks on him, narrowing and widening like a throbbing hole around his hard shaft.
The game of tongue, lips, mouth and teeth continues with Yamato's tongue seemingly going everywhere. He licks over his testicles and further behind, making Suzuki's body twitch in ways he's never felt before. He gasps his lust into the warm air of the room and runs his hands through the wrestler's long hair, finding it harder and harder not to throw him on the bed and fuck him right then and now.
Yamato can't stop smiling knowing what he's doing to Suzuki. He sucks on just the head of his hard cock, his other hand pumping the hardness underneath and Suzuki shifts his feet around as though he's about to come. And then he yanks Yamato's head back, tilting it up to look at him and spits down into Yamato's mouth.
"I like what your mouth can do, let's see about your dick," Suzuki says as he kneels on the bed.
Whenever Suzuki fantasized about Yamato he imagined topping the wrestler. Maybe it's the way he flaunts his ass that gets Suzuki thinking that way, but now, seeing the athlete's ripped body, gorgeous dick, he wants nothing more than to experience Yamato in him.
Yamato brushes the head of his cock up and down Suzuki's crack, sending shivers down the pornstar's spine. He then presses his head into the hole, slowly, letting Suzuki savor him inch by inch.
"Fuck..." Suzuki gasps at the warmth of Yamato, "That's fucking big."
The cock inside him seems to swell even more. His skin seems to get even hotter. But Yamato's touch, his hands on the back of Suzuki's neck and shoulders, puts the pornstar at ease. And once the wrestler begins pumping into him, Suzuki is in heaven.
"Shit, ah, ah, fuck..." he smiles.
Yamato can't stop smiling knowing what he's doing to Suzuki. He sucks on just the head of his hard cock, his other hand pumping the hardness underneath and Suzuki shifts his feet around as though he's about to come. And then he yanks Yamato's head back, tilting it up to look at him and spits down into Yamato's mouth.
"I like what your mouth can do, let's see about your dick," Suzuki says as he kneels on the bed.
Whenever Suzuki fantasized about Yamato he imagined topping the wrestler. Maybe it's the way he flaunts his ass that gets Suzuki thinking that way, but now, seeing the athlete's ripped body, gorgeous dick, he wants nothing more than to experience Yamato in him.
Yamato brushes the head of his cock up and down Suzuki's crack, sending shivers down the pornstar's spine. He then presses his head into the hole, slowly, letting Suzuki savor him inch by inch.
"Fuck..." Suzuki gasps at the warmth of Yamato, "That's fucking big."
The cock inside him seems to swell even more. His skin seems to get even hotter. But Yamato's touch, his hands on the back of Suzuki's neck and shoulders, puts the pornstar at ease. And once the wrestler begins pumping into him, Suzuki is in heaven.
"Shit, ah, ah, fuck..." he smiles.
Not that he lacks confidence in his abilities, but considering how long Suzuki's lusted after him Yamato feels pressure to perform. Maybe that's why Yamato's resisted Suzuki's advances for so long, the fear of not being what Suzuki imagined. But there's no fear now as Yamato snaps his hips harder, getting to a consistent, confident rhythm. He moans softly, letting the pornstar's grunts fill the room.
"Mmm... Mmm... ahhh..."
Yamato goes faster, his left hand moving down to Suzuki's hip, squeezing it softly as he rails him. The pornstar's hands clench the bedsheets harder as he feels Yamato brush up against his prostate again and again.
"Holy fuck..."
Yamato likes the confirmation that he's doing everything right, that he is able to deliver to Suzuki everything and more. "Mmm... Mmm... ahhh..."
Yamato goes faster, his left hand moving down to Suzuki's hip, squeezing it softly as he rails him. The pornstar's hands clench the bedsheets harder as he feels Yamato brush up against his prostate again and again.
"Holy fuck..."
Suzuki wishes he had a mirror above his headboard so he could look up and see the expression on Yamato's face. And so that the wrestler could see his smile, enjoying everything he's doing to him.Yamato drills him harder, pushing him flat on his stomach as he angles his cock deep down into him.
"Ahhh, fuck," Suzuki likes Yamato displaying his power, of owning him. "Right there."
As Yamato humps him he whispers, "You remember when you tried doing this to me during the match?"
"Ahhh... so much better when there's no clothes in the way," Suzuki replies.
Sticky and wet, their bodies slam together and the slapping sound of their loins fills the room. Yamato doesn't hold back in his thrusts and gives it to Suzuki just as he always wanted. Hard and deep and fierce.
"You want me to come in you?" he eventually asks.
Suzuki shakes his head, "I want to make you come."
He rolls over and directs Yamato on to the bed on all fours. Yamato does as Suzuki directs and hears a gasp from the pornstar. Sure he's seen the wrestler's bare ass numerous times before, but he worships it as though it's the first time he's laid his eyes on it. He cups the cheeks and spreads them apart, inching his mouth towards the wrestler's pulsing hole. When he presses his tongue against it the wrestler cries out, reaching behind him to keep Suzuki's head pressed against his ass. Suzuki doesn't waste any more time, living out all the fantasies he's had of rimming Yamato. Licking up and down his crack, swirling his tongue around the hole, flicking it in and out, to fucking him with it. The more he goes, the more Yamato shakes, his hole loosened up and eager to be fucked.
Suzuki props his head on the pillow and waves his dick at the wrestler, "Ride me."
Yamato comes over, squatting down on to the dick, closing his eyes as he feels the head enter him. He goes slowly, fucking himself open on Suzuki, throwing his head back and moaning. The wrester's hips are flush with Suzuki's and he stops for a moment, letting himself adjust to just how full he feels. He brushes a hand over Suzuki's cheek, “Are you ready for me big guy?”
“I've been ready ever since I laid eyes on you.”
And with that Yamato resumes riding him slow, both men savoring every moment. He braces his hands on Suzuki's chest, rolling his hips expertly. Suzuki doesn't know where to look or touch, his hands and eyes roaming all over the wrestler. Yamato guides his hands to his chest, encouraging him to play with his tits. The pornstar happily obliges pinching Yamato's nipples, holding them tight to see how long Yamato can last. But the wrestler likes the nipple play, and even counters by pinching Suzuki's.
"Ahhh, fuckkkk..." Suzuki moans in bliss.
Yamato rides him faster, getting at a pace that has the bed creaking with their movements. His cock rocks back and forth along Suzuki's stomach, leaving a trail of precum to mark its path. He clenches up around Suzuki's head, making the pornstar gasp, and then Yamato spits in his mouth.
"Fuck, you're so hot," Suzuki says, stating the obvious.
The more Yamato goes the more Suzuki wants him. Eventually Suzuki pushes Yamato flat on his back and re-enters him, filling his tight channel with his width and pushing himself further and further in until he is up to the hilt inside him.
"Oh my god! Yes! Yes!" Yamato's eyes widen, now the one who is moaning out.
Suzuki chuckles softly, how long he's desired to be in this position and hear those words coming out of Yamato's mouth. And then he picks up his thrusts, penetrating him over and over again. Yamato hasn't thought it possible to be so full. He feels every pulsation, every little movement. Suzuki feels massive and Yamato loves every second of it. He had never dreamt of giving himself over to Suzuki like this and yet now he can't stop smiling. He grabs Suzuki's hips and holds on to them, "Don't stop."
Suzuki's heart races seeing how the wrestler looks at him. He leans forward, collapsing on Yamato, his lips kissing his neck as he grinds into Yamato passionately as he feels the heat of both their bodies. The wrestler's hair is tangled mess as his body rocks to each penetration from the man on top of him. He clings to Suzuki's shoulders, keeping their bodies pressed together, sweat dripping from Suzuki's body to his, not caring how lightheaded he's getting from it all. Then Suzuki's cock brushes up against Yamato's spot inside him, making the wrestler throw his head back and moan out. The pornstar presses his lips on Yamato's silencing him as he nails the spot again. Yamato doesn't want him to stop, and Suzuki doesn't, at least not for a long time. When Suzuki finally breaks away it's only to announce his climax.
He sits up and scrunches his face. Then his jaw drops, chest heaves, and he moans out right as he comes deep inside the wrestler. He feels Yamato's ass clench up around his dick, and he nearly falls forward on to him from the jolt he gives him. Yamato strokes his dick fast and with a few jerks he unloads on his stomach, the milky white substance tracing through his abs before dropping down on to the bed around him.
"Holy shit," Suzuki watches, impressed with the wrestler's load. It's a far better finish they he ever pictured. Especially when Yamato wipes his fingers across his stomach and then feeds the cum up to the pornstar, smirking proudly as Suzuki savors the taste of his seed.
"Ahhhh..." Yamato groans as the pornstar's dick slips out of him, cum trickling out after.
Suzuki collapses next to Yamato, cuddling up next to him. Usually this is where the fantasy ends, but for now, the night is far from over.
There's absolutely no going wrong with these two hunks, but if I could pick one to be with it'd be the leaner wrestler.
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