Donovan is backstage shooting promo photos of the wrestlers. It's his favorite type of photography, aside from doing erotic photography, that is. After all, he's got a hunky, young wrestler half naked posing for him -- what's not to enjoy? Once he finishes he sends the photos to the wrestler envious that the lucky guy is scheduled to face Latimer in the ring. But then the jobber disappears, bolting out of the arena. The match is supposed to begin in minutes and officials are scrambling backstage to find him. They give up and turn to Donovan, begging him to do them a favor.
A favor? It seems more like a reward for the pornstar, but he still plays them, looking like it's a tough decision before "resigning" with a "Sure, I'll do it."
A favor? It seems more like a reward for the pornstar, but he still plays them, looking like it's a tough decision before "resigning" with a "Sure, I'll do it."
And so now Donovan is in the ring in a borrowed pair of trunks, navy blue shorts, that are a little too tight, showing off every curve of his ass. Latimer shows no signs of caring that Donovan is his opponent now instead of that wrestler who took his photos and ran. The wrestler nonchalantly chews his gum, his wet hair dripping on the shoulders of his very tan body, waiting for the match to begin.
The two lock up immediately after the bell rings with Latimer overpowering Donovan and pushing him back into the corner. Latimer releases his opponent, throwing his hands in the air innocently, slowly backing away from the corner. When Donovan thinks it's safe to step out he does so, but one foot forward and Latimer spits his gum out at him, grinning proudly that he hit his target dead on in the face. Donovan rubs the gum away and charges at Latimer, but the wrestler grabs him in a wrist lock. He brings Donovan down to one knee as he twists the wrist, inflicting a lot of pain. Donovan keeps his cool and twists around, reversing the hold and getting Latimer in a wrist lock. He then pulls the wrestler in for a side headlock, but Latimer shoves him off across the ring. Donovan rebounds back off the ropes and tries for a shoulder block, but Latimer barely shifts his feet. The wrestler shakes his head, telling him to try again. Donovan does so, running to the ropes, springing back with another shoulder block. Still nothing. Latimer bounces his pecs, taunting him to try again. Donovan goes for it the third time, but this time when he comes at Latimer the wrestler opens his arms and nails him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Donovan scrambles up only for Latimer to connect with a dropkick, sending him back down. The wrestler hurries on top of him for the cover, but Donovan punches out after a one-count.
The two men get back up and circle around the ring, eying each other. Latimer lunges toward Donovan first, getting him in a side headlock. Donovan puts his hands in Latimer's face, trying to push him away, but that only causes the muscleman to squeeze his head with his bicep even more. Donovan manages to walk them back to the ropes and uses them to shove Latimer off of him. The wrestler runs across the ring and comes back at Donovan with speed, nailing a shoulder block that takes the pornstar off his feet. Latimer stands over him grinning, "That's how you do that."
He then leaps up for a legdrop, but Donovan rolls out of the way, causing Latimer to land on his ass. The pornstar comes up behind him with a few kicks and strikes to the back, slowing Latimer down as he tries to get back up. When he does get back up, Donovan flings him into the ropes and then tries for a hip toss when Latimer comes back, but Latimer blocks it and hits Donovan with a hip toss of his own. Donovan gets back up and walks right into Latimer's arms, who scoops him up and slams him in the middle of the ring. Donovan takes a bit longer to get up and when he does Latimer is ready to attack again. The wrestler goes for a clothesline, but Donovan ducks it, running across the ring. He rebounds off the ropes and flips over the bent over Latimer and pulls on his thighs to bring him down. Latimer wobbles, fighting his way to stay upright, and then Donovan pulls on his trunks, revealing the wrestler's juicy, tan ass, as he flops down in a sunset flip. Donovan puts his legs on Latimer's arms to pin him, his crotch rubbing up against Latimer's behind as the ref counts: One, two, thr-- Latimer slaps his feet together, squashing Donovan's head, causing him to break the pin.
He then leaps up for a legdrop, but Donovan rolls out of the way, causing Latimer to land on his ass. The pornstar comes up behind him with a few kicks and strikes to the back, slowing Latimer down as he tries to get back up. When he does get back up, Donovan flings him into the ropes and then tries for a hip toss when Latimer comes back, but Latimer blocks it and hits Donovan with a hip toss of his own. Donovan gets back up and walks right into Latimer's arms, who scoops him up and slams him in the middle of the ring. Donovan takes a bit longer to get up and when he does Latimer is ready to attack again. The wrestler goes for a clothesline, but Donovan ducks it, running across the ring. He rebounds off the ropes and flips over the bent over Latimer and pulls on his thighs to bring him down. Latimer wobbles, fighting his way to stay upright, and then Donovan pulls on his trunks, revealing the wrestler's juicy, tan ass, as he flops down in a sunset flip. Donovan puts his legs on Latimer's arms to pin him, his crotch rubbing up against Latimer's behind as the ref counts: One, two, thr-- Latimer slaps his feet together, squashing Donovan's head, causing him to break the pin.
He gets Donovan upright again and whips him to the ropes. When Donovan runs back Latimer nails him with a pop-up powerbomb. Donovan rolls away, rubbing his back in pain, before Latimer can try to pin him, or taunt him again with another "pin." It doesn't stop Latimer though, who grabs Donovan who is on his hands and knees, and tosses him to the corner. He stomps on the pornstar several times, brutally assaulting him with his boot, before the referee steps in to get him to stop. Latimer raises his hands innocently and backs away. Once he's in the clear, Latimer yanks Donovan by the leg and drags him near, and then bends him over his knee in a stretch. Donovan's voice is fading from all the yelling in pain he's been doing, but he refuses to give up. At least not like this. He puts his hands up in Latimer's face, trying to shove him off, and eventually Latimer relents, dropping Donovan and standing back up. As Donovan lays relieved, he feels Latimer's boot on him, the wrestler stand on him with one foot posing for the pin. One. Two. Donovan punches his arm fat, he has more dignity than to lose like this.
He gets back up and kicks Latimer in the gut and then nails him with a bulldog. Donovan stays in the corner, squatting waiting for Latimer to get up. This could be it, a game changer. He charges at the wrestler, but Latimer dodges it, tripping Donovan and then getting on his back and putting him in the clutchface. Donovan can't move with the weight of the wrestler on him and has no choice but to tap out, giving Latimer the victory.
After his match Latimer showers and then changes into fresh gear for his new promo photos. He takes his time oiling himself up, making sure that he looks extra massive with the shiny layer on his skin. He's surprised that he doesn't see Donovan backstage at all, figuring he must have been too rough with him in the ring and so he's retreated back to his hotel as quickly as possible. Wouldn't be the first time that's happened. But when he reaches the cyclorama he sees Donovan there with the camera ready to shoot.
"They got you working all kind of jobs," Latimer comments.
"Yeah, well, what can I say? I'm a team player," Donovan replies.
Latimer smiles, liking what he hears. He steps on his marker and begins posing for the photos, proudly holding on to the belt over his shoulder.
"Great," Donovan says with each snap. He would provide Latimer some direction, but every angle, every pose is flawless.
"They got you working all kind of jobs," Latimer comments.
"Yeah, well, what can I say? I'm a team player," Donovan replies.
Latimer smiles, liking what he hears. He steps on his marker and begins posing for the photos, proudly holding on to the belt over his shoulder.
"Great," Donovan says with each snap. He would provide Latimer some direction, but every angle, every pose is flawless.
Still Latimer eats it up, loving the praise, and perhaps smiling a bit too much. But then he swears he hears Donovan say, "Sexy," and does a double take, but Donovan just continues snapping away and saying, "Nice!"
The shoot is over much faster than their match. A fact that makes both men seem slightly dismayed.
"You want to look them over?" Donovan asks, hoping to prolong their time together.
"Yeah, sure," Latimer says.
The wrestler steps over to Donovan's laptop, the pornstar breathes in his musk, savoring it. He clicks through, showing Latimer the photos one by one, watching his reaction, but Latimer keeps a poker face. When they've gone through them all twice Donovan finally asks, "So, what do you think?"
"Don't take offense, but you're much better at taking photos than being in the ring," Latimer says.
"I prefer seeing you pose for me, uh, my camera, then pounding me in the ring as well," Donovan chuckles.
"Say," Latimer strokes his chin thinking, "Do you do private sessions?"
"Yeah, of course."
"And you're comfortable doing adult photos?"
Donovan tilts his head intrigued.
"Like erotic," Latimer explains.
Donovan laughs, "I know what you mean, I'm just a little surprised."
"I have an OnlyFans," Latimer says, "And I was thinking maybe some professional photos would be a nice addition to my albums of naked selfies."
"Variety is the spice of life," Donovan says, trying his best to remain professional despite the fact his dick is growing harder and harder picturing Latimer naked. "I can give you my card and we can schedule a session sometime."
"Why not tonight?" Latimer asks.
The shoot is over much faster than their match. A fact that makes both men seem slightly dismayed.
"You want to look them over?" Donovan asks, hoping to prolong their time together.
"Yeah, sure," Latimer says.
The wrestler steps over to Donovan's laptop, the pornstar breathes in his musk, savoring it. He clicks through, showing Latimer the photos one by one, watching his reaction, but Latimer keeps a poker face. When they've gone through them all twice Donovan finally asks, "So, what do you think?"
"Don't take offense, but you're much better at taking photos than being in the ring," Latimer says.
"I prefer seeing you pose for me, uh, my camera, then pounding me in the ring as well," Donovan chuckles.
"Say," Latimer strokes his chin thinking, "Do you do private sessions?"
"Yeah, of course."
"And you're comfortable doing adult photos?"
Donovan tilts his head intrigued.
"Like erotic," Latimer explains.
Donovan laughs, "I know what you mean, I'm just a little surprised."
"I have an OnlyFans," Latimer says, "And I was thinking maybe some professional photos would be a nice addition to my albums of naked selfies."
"Variety is the spice of life," Donovan says, trying his best to remain professional despite the fact his dick is growing harder and harder picturing Latimer naked. "I can give you my card and we can schedule a session sometime."
"Why not tonight?" Latimer asks.
"Oh..." Donovan jerks up straight, wishing he spent more time showering.
"I mean, judging from your photos here, I look pretty damn sexy, eh?" Latimer looks to Donovan for a response.
"Well, um," Donovan finds it hard to balance the line between being professional and wanting to praise Latimer for his gorgeous body. "If you feel most comfortable today, then I can shoot you."
"Good, good," Latimer smiles, his eyes back on the screen at the last photo of him. "I'm staying in the hotel up the street, I'll text you my room number. Come by around 9?"
"Well, um," Donovan finds it hard to balance the line between being professional and wanting to praise Latimer for his gorgeous body. "If you feel most comfortable today, then I can shoot you."
"Good, good," Latimer smiles, his eyes back on the screen at the last photo of him. "I'm staying in the hotel up the street, I'll text you my room number. Come by around 9?"
"Yeah, that sounds good," Donovan says sticking his hand out for a handshake. Latimer brushes past it and pulls him in for a hug. While in his embrace Donovan holds his breath, praying the wrestler doesn't feel his boner rubbing up against him. If he does, Latimer doesn't show signs of noticing it and instead nods and walks away, repeating, "Nine o'clock."
Nine o'clock comes much slower than either man wants, Donovan has already re-showered and changed into jeans and a black tee hours ago. He tried to nap to pass away the time, but he was too excited thinking about Latimer to fall asleep. But now he's at the wrestler's room his heart beating louder than his fist knocking on the door. Latimer nonetheless hears it and greets him. The wrestler's hair looks wet, like he just got out of the shower, and he is wearing a white hotel robe, and upon a quick glance up and down, Donovan assumes nothing else. It doesn't take long for Donovan to set up his lights, aiming them at the bed, and organize his gear, and soon after they begin their second photoshoot. First, Latimer lies on the bed in the robe, his eyes seductively telling the viewer to crawl into bed with him. He then loosens his robe and shows off more skin as he sits on his knees. Then the robe falls down and the wrestler is naked doing a variety of casual poses showing off his front and backsides before moving on to flexing his muscles. Then he lies back down and begins playing with his cock, his eyes still lustful at the camera. He rolls on his back, one hand holding his dick, the other holding his leg up, showing off his hole. Then he spins to his side, showing his dick hanging down over his mouth, just out of reach for him to suck himself.
"And I think we're ready for the come shots" Donovan says.
Latimer sits back up, again seeming saddened that the shoot is nearing its end so quick. "Can I see them first?"
Nine o'clock comes much slower than either man wants, Donovan has already re-showered and changed into jeans and a black tee hours ago. He tried to nap to pass away the time, but he was too excited thinking about Latimer to fall asleep. But now he's at the wrestler's room his heart beating louder than his fist knocking on the door. Latimer nonetheless hears it and greets him. The wrestler's hair looks wet, like he just got out of the shower, and he is wearing a white hotel robe, and upon a quick glance up and down, Donovan assumes nothing else. It doesn't take long for Donovan to set up his lights, aiming them at the bed, and organize his gear, and soon after they begin their second photoshoot. First, Latimer lies on the bed in the robe, his eyes seductively telling the viewer to crawl into bed with him. He then loosens his robe and shows off more skin as he sits on his knees. Then the robe falls down and the wrestler is naked doing a variety of casual poses showing off his front and backsides before moving on to flexing his muscles. Then he lies back down and begins playing with his cock, his eyes still lustful at the camera. He rolls on his back, one hand holding his dick, the other holding his leg up, showing off his hole. Then he spins to his side, showing his dick hanging down over his mouth, just out of reach for him to suck himself.
"And I think we're ready for the come shots" Donovan says.
Latimer sits back up, again seeming saddened that the shoot is nearing its end so quick. "Can I see them first?"
"Sure," Donovan walks over to the side of the bed with his camera and flips through the shots for Latimer's approval.
Latimer nods at each photo and then begins stroking his chin again, "These are all good, but..."
Donovan holds his breath, bracing himself for the criticism.
"...but maybe we should do some more action shots."
Latimer nods at each photo and then begins stroking his chin again, "These are all good, but..."
Donovan holds his breath, bracing himself for the criticism.
"...but maybe we should do some more action shots."
"Um, like you jerking off some more?"
"No, I mean like fucking."
"Oh yeah that would be hot. You have a dildo or something?" Donovan says, his eyes revealing his eagerness to see that happen.
"No, no, no. But I have you," Latimer grabs Donovan's crotch, squeezing it through the pornstar's jeans. "You have a timer or something for the camera?"
"Um uh, yeah," Donovan is a loss for words as he's still processing that Latimer wants to fuck him, and be fucked by him?
"No, no, no. But I have you," Latimer grabs Donovan's crotch, squeezing it through the pornstar's jeans. "You have a timer or something for the camera?"
"Um uh, yeah," Donovan is a loss for words as he's still processing that Latimer wants to fuck him, and be fucked by him?
"Alright, well let's get started then," Latimer says standing up and lifting Donovan's shirt off of him.
"What do you want to do first?" Donovan asks, his heart racing.
"How about something really romantic?" Latimer says before he pulls Donovan in for a bruising kiss.
"Wow," Donovan takes a deep breath. "Okay, now let's do that again, for the camera."
"Gladly," Latimer says.
They hold their kiss, Latimer's tongue in Donovan's mouth as Donovan clicks for the camera to take a bunch of photos. Latimer then reclines on his back and pulls Donovan on top of him, the pornstar still snapping away.
"Worship me," Latimer orders.
"Let me adjust the camera," Donovan says, still maintaining the air of this being a professional shoot. It's not that they both don't know what's really going on, but Donovan has been with clients before who became upset when the truth was spoken and he didn't maintain the photographer facade.
He raises the camera up so it looks down on the bed, and then returns to his position on top of Latimer, kissing his shoulders, his biceps, and then his chest. Latimer holds his head there, inviting Donovan to suck his pecs even though the camera won't be getting a good shot of it. The pornstar obliges, nipping at his pecs, savoring how Latimer squirms with enjoyment from it with his deep voice muttering approval.
"Yeah, now suck my cock," Latimer whispers.
Hearing those words out of the wrestler's mouth sends shivers down Donovan's spine, but he gladly moves down, gripping the thick, uncut cock in his hands as he takes more photos. He then plants his lips on the head slowly going down, snapping a photo for every inch he takes until he's deep throating the beast.
"That's it keep going," Latimer says after all the photos were taken.
They hold their kiss, Latimer's tongue in Donovan's mouth as Donovan clicks for the camera to take a bunch of photos. Latimer then reclines on his back and pulls Donovan on top of him, the pornstar still snapping away.
"Worship me," Latimer orders.
"Let me adjust the camera," Donovan says, still maintaining the air of this being a professional shoot. It's not that they both don't know what's really going on, but Donovan has been with clients before who became upset when the truth was spoken and he didn't maintain the photographer facade.
He raises the camera up so it looks down on the bed, and then returns to his position on top of Latimer, kissing his shoulders, his biceps, and then his chest. Latimer holds his head there, inviting Donovan to suck his pecs even though the camera won't be getting a good shot of it. The pornstar obliges, nipping at his pecs, savoring how Latimer squirms with enjoyment from it with his deep voice muttering approval.
"Yeah, now suck my cock," Latimer whispers.
Hearing those words out of the wrestler's mouth sends shivers down Donovan's spine, but he gladly moves down, gripping the thick, uncut cock in his hands as he takes more photos. He then plants his lips on the head slowly going down, snapping a photo for every inch he takes until he's deep throating the beast.
"That's it keep going," Latimer says after all the photos were taken.
He holds Donovan's head helping him bob up and down on his dick, tingling from the pornstar's skills.
"Now let's get some of me sucking you," Latimer suggests.
The pornstar leans against the headboard, pillows propping him up as he spreads his legs. Latimer comes in from the side, the perfect angle for the camera to snap photos of him. He tentatively licks the tip and then takes the entire head into his mouth. Donovan can't help but sigh at feeling the warm wetness around his cock and the way that Latimer works his way down. He brushes his hand through Latimer's long, wet locks while using his other hand to press the remote and snap away. Latimer begins struggling halfway down, but Donovan can't resist and slightly thrusts his hips up, getting the dick all the way to the back of Latimer's throat. The wrestler gags, but fights through it, until there's nothing left to take. He spits the dick back out and then dives back in, slurping his way down, proving he can do it on his own. As Latimer blows Donovan he keeps looking up at the pornstar and not at the camera, like he's trying to gauge Donovan's reaction. But Donovan is busy snapping photos, thinking of the shot, distracted by the job he came here for and not the blowjob. Finally Latimer spits the dick out and says, "Can you just switch that thing to video and take screengrabs for photos?"
Donovan knows the screengrabs won't come as clear as photos and he'd normally advise his client about that detail, but he can tell Latimer doesn't really give a damn about the photos so he just nods.
"Good, that way the technical stuff won't be a distraction anymore."
Donovan gets off the bed and switches his camera to record and with a Ding! they're rolling.
"Alright, let's gets some of my ass," Latimer says.
Even though Donovan already took plenty of photos of the muscular ass earlier he doesn't argue, as he knows what Latimer wants. The wrestler lies on his back and
Donovan pushes Latimer's ass up, contorting him such that his cock hangs right above his mouth. The wrestler sucks in a breath as Donovan spits onto his hole and slowly runs his finger around it, teasing him even more. He whimpers as he feels a thick finger enter him and begins sawing in and out. A second finger joins the first and begins stretching him out. The fingering speeds up until it is slamming into him with loud and wet sounds while Donovan scoffs. Latimer's eyes roll to the back of his head, his fists cling the comforter, and when Donovan slows down he lets out an exasperated breath. Then he rolls over so he's on his hands and knees and looks over his shoulder, "Gonna use the real thing?"
Latimer's gruff voice makes Donovan unbelievably hard, "Uh, yeah."
Donovan can't believe Latimer wants to start off as a bottom. The wrestler seems to read his mind adding, "I mean you've already got my arse loose, might as well take advantage of it."
Donovan spits into his palm and smears it over his erection, mixing the saliva with his precum to lube it up, positioning himself to prod at Latimer's hole. The wrestler's breath hitches as he feels the large member push into him, the head forcing him open wonderfully.
"Ahhh, yeah... get in there."Donovan pauses for a moment, letting him feel the sheer size of his cockhead alone, then thrusts the rest of his cock into him. Without giving Latimer time to get comfortable, the pornstar drives his cock into him again. And again. He pounds into his ass with no regard for Latimer, who, despite the pain, is moaning wantonly as the pleasure overtakes the discomfort. The rough fucking has Donovan's cock bumping against his prostate over and over again each time sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. No picture or video can truly capture this feeling, and Donovan keeps going making it last as long as he can.
"Ahh, fuck, fuck, fuck," Latimer gasps.
"Want to try another position?"
"I mean this position is pretty fucking good, but maybe for the photos we should have a variety."
Latimer rolls over on his side, allowing Donovan to spoon him. The pornstar raises Latimer's leg up and guides his cock back in him, hearing Latimer sigh the more he pushes in. From this angle he goes at a slower, more sensual pace, but Latimer's reactions reveal he's just as satisfied, if not more. Even though Donovan's now a subject, his photographer eye doesn't rest, admiring how beautiful Latimer looks laid out, his hair fanned on the bed, his lips curling up with pleasure, and his eyes widening with each penetration.
He only snaps out of it hearing Latimer's voice, "Alright, we should probably get some of me topping before you make me come."
Donovan isn't much of a bottom, but he's eager to be dominated by the bodybuilder wrestler. And Latimer doesn't disappoint. He starts fucking him doggie, slapping Donovan's ass with both hands repeatedly while he pounds him. Donovan moans loudly as he feels the larger man's hips slap against his ass to a nice beat and Latimer roars back at him, but it's not all rough. He begins to lean over Donovan, his arms on both sides of his head and his hair falling loosely around them, kissing the pornstar's neck. As seductive as it is, it doesn't quiet Donovan's cries.
"Uhh, yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Ready for more, Latimer then flips Donovan on to his back, putting the pornstar's ankles on his shoulders as he plows into him.The pornstar flexes and bounces his chest as he maintains his grueling rhythm, while Donovan's mouth hangs open, panting and heaving. Latimer's angle is just right though that Donovan's back arches off the bed as he feel his hole stretch wonderfully around the wrestler's cock.
"Oh. My. God," Donovan grunts, "Jesus, fuck me baby."
Again, the more Latimer fucks Donovan the more he leans forward and soon his head is right beside the pornstar's, grunting right into his ear and sending shivers down his spine. The new angle is harder to maintain, but it helps him to fuck the pornstar into submission properly and allows him to muffle Donovan's moans with kisses.
From there Latimer rolls them over so Donovan is on top. He scoots back to lean against the headboard and allow Donovan to properly sit on his lap.
"That's it ride me," Latimer says.
Donovan does, placing his hands on Latimer's shoulders, using them to help pull him up and plunge back down on his cock. Latimer's hands stay on Donovan's thighs, rubbing gentle circles in contrast to the wild ride that Donovan is having.
"Hold tight," Latimer says as his hands move up to Donovan's waist.
He bounces the pornstar on him timed perfectly to his thrusts, brutally and mercilessly fucking the pornstar. Donovan whimpers as the cock gets buried deep into his ass, "Oh baby, yes..."
"Uhh yeah, fucking take it," Latimer barks back.
Donovan keeps going, even as he reaches orgasm, shockwaves ripping through his body. He then strokes his cock as he shoots hot ropes of cum onto the wrestler's chest, even getting some drops in Latimer's beard.
"Fuck yeah," Latimer moans, proudly.
When Donovan finishes Latimer sets him down on the bed and rolls him over on his stomach. The wrestler rubs his dick between his cheeks and twerks his own nipples as he climaxes.
"Uhhh, uhhh, UHHHHH," Latimer screams as he paints Donovan's ass white with his load. "Fuck yeah..."
Donovan feels Latimer collapses on top of him, the warmth of his body like a heated blanket. They enjoy the afterglow for a moment, only for Latimer to slide his dick back between Donovan's cheeks and back into him. The pornstar doesn't realize what's happening until he hears the large cock making squelching noises as it goes in and out of his ass. He feels every inch pass through his hole, slowly stretching it as it bumps his prostate. Latimer grunts softer, but his strength is just as intense with his humping, as if they hadn't spent over an hour fucking already. Donovan's ass is just too good, and all he wants to do is breed his tight little hole, pumping it full of cum. Soon enough, he reaches another climax, getting his wish and filling Donovan's ass with his seed. And just when is about to pull out he feels Donovan's body clench up with the pornstar coming again beneath him, his scream's muffled by the comforter his face is buried in.
Latimer slowly pulls out, exiting with a wet pop as cum spills out, no longer plugged by his cock. They lay next to each other, panting, spent, and so very satisfied.
It's Latimer who invites Donovan into the shower with him, where they rinse off, or at least that is the initial plan, but seeing Donovan still hard gets Latimer going and soon Donovan is pinning Latimer against the tiled wall fucking him underneath the shower head, their voices echoing in the bathroom. And it's Donovan's turn to breed the wrestler, his cock deep inside when he comes. They lather up a second time and finish the original task at hand and now, long after Donovan arrived he's putting his t-shirt and jeans back on and collecting his gear.
"So I'll send you the photos and video when I'm done editing them," Donovan says.
Latimer nods, "I'll be sure to pay you extra for that video."
He holds the door open for Donovan and just as the pornstar steps out he calls after him, "Wait, uh, what if I need my headshots updated again. How can I reach you?"
Donovan pulls out a card, "I only give this to my top clients, so don't go sharing this around."
"No, of course no."
And with that they part ways, another satisfied customer who is bound to repeat business.
"Good, that way the technical stuff won't be a distraction anymore."
Donovan gets off the bed and switches his camera to record and with a Ding! they're rolling.
"Alright, let's gets some of my ass," Latimer says.
Even though Donovan already took plenty of photos of the muscular ass earlier he doesn't argue, as he knows what Latimer wants. The wrestler lies on his back and
Donovan pushes Latimer's ass up, contorting him such that his cock hangs right above his mouth. The wrestler sucks in a breath as Donovan spits onto his hole and slowly runs his finger around it, teasing him even more. He whimpers as he feels a thick finger enter him and begins sawing in and out. A second finger joins the first and begins stretching him out. The fingering speeds up until it is slamming into him with loud and wet sounds while Donovan scoffs. Latimer's eyes roll to the back of his head, his fists cling the comforter, and when Donovan slows down he lets out an exasperated breath. Then he rolls over so he's on his hands and knees and looks over his shoulder, "Gonna use the real thing?"
Latimer's gruff voice makes Donovan unbelievably hard, "Uh, yeah."
Donovan can't believe Latimer wants to start off as a bottom. The wrestler seems to read his mind adding, "I mean you've already got my arse loose, might as well take advantage of it."
Donovan spits into his palm and smears it over his erection, mixing the saliva with his precum to lube it up, positioning himself to prod at Latimer's hole. The wrestler's breath hitches as he feels the large member push into him, the head forcing him open wonderfully.
"Ahhh, yeah... get in there."Donovan pauses for a moment, letting him feel the sheer size of his cockhead alone, then thrusts the rest of his cock into him. Without giving Latimer time to get comfortable, the pornstar drives his cock into him again. And again. He pounds into his ass with no regard for Latimer, who, despite the pain, is moaning wantonly as the pleasure overtakes the discomfort. The rough fucking has Donovan's cock bumping against his prostate over and over again each time sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. No picture or video can truly capture this feeling, and Donovan keeps going making it last as long as he can.
"Ahh, fuck, fuck, fuck," Latimer gasps.
"Want to try another position?"
"I mean this position is pretty fucking good, but maybe for the photos we should have a variety."
Latimer rolls over on his side, allowing Donovan to spoon him. The pornstar raises Latimer's leg up and guides his cock back in him, hearing Latimer sigh the more he pushes in. From this angle he goes at a slower, more sensual pace, but Latimer's reactions reveal he's just as satisfied, if not more. Even though Donovan's now a subject, his photographer eye doesn't rest, admiring how beautiful Latimer looks laid out, his hair fanned on the bed, his lips curling up with pleasure, and his eyes widening with each penetration.
He only snaps out of it hearing Latimer's voice, "Alright, we should probably get some of me topping before you make me come."
Donovan isn't much of a bottom, but he's eager to be dominated by the bodybuilder wrestler. And Latimer doesn't disappoint. He starts fucking him doggie, slapping Donovan's ass with both hands repeatedly while he pounds him. Donovan moans loudly as he feels the larger man's hips slap against his ass to a nice beat and Latimer roars back at him, but it's not all rough. He begins to lean over Donovan, his arms on both sides of his head and his hair falling loosely around them, kissing the pornstar's neck. As seductive as it is, it doesn't quiet Donovan's cries.
"Uhh, yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Ready for more, Latimer then flips Donovan on to his back, putting the pornstar's ankles on his shoulders as he plows into him.The pornstar flexes and bounces his chest as he maintains his grueling rhythm, while Donovan's mouth hangs open, panting and heaving. Latimer's angle is just right though that Donovan's back arches off the bed as he feel his hole stretch wonderfully around the wrestler's cock.
"Oh. My. God," Donovan grunts, "Jesus, fuck me baby."
Again, the more Latimer fucks Donovan the more he leans forward and soon his head is right beside the pornstar's, grunting right into his ear and sending shivers down his spine. The new angle is harder to maintain, but it helps him to fuck the pornstar into submission properly and allows him to muffle Donovan's moans with kisses.
From there Latimer rolls them over so Donovan is on top. He scoots back to lean against the headboard and allow Donovan to properly sit on his lap.
"That's it ride me," Latimer says.
Donovan does, placing his hands on Latimer's shoulders, using them to help pull him up and plunge back down on his cock. Latimer's hands stay on Donovan's thighs, rubbing gentle circles in contrast to the wild ride that Donovan is having.
"Hold tight," Latimer says as his hands move up to Donovan's waist.
He bounces the pornstar on him timed perfectly to his thrusts, brutally and mercilessly fucking the pornstar. Donovan whimpers as the cock gets buried deep into his ass, "Oh baby, yes..."
"Uhh yeah, fucking take it," Latimer barks back.
Donovan keeps going, even as he reaches orgasm, shockwaves ripping through his body. He then strokes his cock as he shoots hot ropes of cum onto the wrestler's chest, even getting some drops in Latimer's beard.
"Fuck yeah," Latimer moans, proudly.
When Donovan finishes Latimer sets him down on the bed and rolls him over on his stomach. The wrestler rubs his dick between his cheeks and twerks his own nipples as he climaxes.
"Uhhh, uhhh, UHHHHH," Latimer screams as he paints Donovan's ass white with his load. "Fuck yeah..."
Donovan feels Latimer collapses on top of him, the warmth of his body like a heated blanket. They enjoy the afterglow for a moment, only for Latimer to slide his dick back between Donovan's cheeks and back into him. The pornstar doesn't realize what's happening until he hears the large cock making squelching noises as it goes in and out of his ass. He feels every inch pass through his hole, slowly stretching it as it bumps his prostate. Latimer grunts softer, but his strength is just as intense with his humping, as if they hadn't spent over an hour fucking already. Donovan's ass is just too good, and all he wants to do is breed his tight little hole, pumping it full of cum. Soon enough, he reaches another climax, getting his wish and filling Donovan's ass with his seed. And just when is about to pull out he feels Donovan's body clench up with the pornstar coming again beneath him, his scream's muffled by the comforter his face is buried in.
Latimer slowly pulls out, exiting with a wet pop as cum spills out, no longer plugged by his cock. They lay next to each other, panting, spent, and so very satisfied.
It's Latimer who invites Donovan into the shower with him, where they rinse off, or at least that is the initial plan, but seeing Donovan still hard gets Latimer going and soon Donovan is pinning Latimer against the tiled wall fucking him underneath the shower head, their voices echoing in the bathroom. And it's Donovan's turn to breed the wrestler, his cock deep inside when he comes. They lather up a second time and finish the original task at hand and now, long after Donovan arrived he's putting his t-shirt and jeans back on and collecting his gear.
"So I'll send you the photos and video when I'm done editing them," Donovan says.
Latimer nods, "I'll be sure to pay you extra for that video."
He holds the door open for Donovan and just as the pornstar steps out he calls after him, "Wait, uh, what if I need my headshots updated again. How can I reach you?"
Donovan pulls out a card, "I only give this to my top clients, so don't go sharing this around."
"No, of course no."
And with that they part ways, another satisfied customer who is bound to repeat business.
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