Jaz struts to the ring wearing his sunglasses, neon green trunks, and a jersey ignoring the chorus of boos coming his way. "What do these fans know?" he thinks as he sees one beer belly after another. When he gets in the ring he hops on the corner turnbuckle, raising his arms up and flexing, encouraging the booing crowd to get louder. Even when he takes off his jersey, fans boo, not letting the athlete's sexy muscle body sway their disproval.
Across the ring is King, wearing trunks as small as a speedo on his twinkish frame, not at all intimidated by Jaz, despite the wrestler having almost eighty pounds on him. He stretches his arms as he waits for Jaz to get settled, and then the bell rings, starting the match.
Jaz squats down with his hands up ready to grapple as the two men circle around. King lunges at him, locking up, but Jaz gets the advantage, pushing King back against the ropes. Jaz then slaps him with a backhand across the chest, a loud smack that silences the fans as they can all feel King's pain. King steps toward Jaz ready to strike him, but Jaz catches his hand and shakes his head. He stomps on King's foot and then grabs him around the waist, lifting him up and slamming him down on the ring. The wrestler keeps his hold on King, but the pornstar squirms free, out of his grasp. Jaz turns around to grab at him again, but King leaps up with a dropkick, knocking Jaz back. That gets the crowd cheering. The wrestler stumbles toward the ropes, staying upright, but it does him no favors as King runs up to him with a series of kicks, concluding with an enzuigiri. Jaz stumbles down on to his knees now, dazed, as the crowd cheers on his opponent. King jumps on Jaz's back, wrapping his arms and legs around him, looking to weaken him further. Jaz tries shaking him off, but the twink has a secure hold. Jaz then tries ramming back-first into the corner to get King off of him, but the pornstar doesn't let go. If anything he can feel King getting hard from it. Jaz tries again, slamming King into the turnbuckles, and it seems to do the trick as the pornstar slides off his back. Jaz marches forward trying to collect himself, but when he turns to King again the pornstar leaps off the middle turnbuckle with a crossbody. He stays on top of Jaz for the pin, but the wrestler lifts his shoulder after the two-count.
The two men scramble up on their feet at the same time. They look like they're going to lock up again and as King makes a move toward Jaz, Jaz kicks him in the gut. He nails the back of King's head a couple times and then whips him across the ring. King rebounds back right into Jaz's arms who slams him with a German suplex, which he arches into a pin. One. Two-- King kicks free in time.
The pornstar races back up, but Jaz is ready with an uppercut that knocks him into the corner. Jaz gets on the ropes, trapping him in the corner and then delivers a series of ten strikes to his head. The crowd boos the Jersey Legend as he flexes before delivering the tenth blow. The wrestler hops down and steps back as King gasps for breath, gripping on to the ropes for dear life to keep him from falling. Jaz then charges at King with a spear, but the pornstar uses the ropes to fling himself over the wrestler, who eats turnbuckle instead. Jaz pulls himself out and turns around to see King leap up and flip him over with a headscissors takedown. Jaz pulls himself right back up, though he's wobbly on his feet. King nails another dropkick, getting Jaz back down. Just as Jaz stands up again, King rolls out of the corner and leaps at him nailing a rolling thunder cutter. He slides on top of Jaz for the pin, but the wrestler throws him off after the one-count.
King takes a moment to catch his breath as he waits for Jaz to get back up, who takes his time. Once Jaz is upright King swings his leg at him, but somehow Jaz manages to catch his foot before impact. King holds his hands up shaking his head, begging for mercy now that the tables have turned. But that's just a distraction as he pushes his leg down, freeing it from Jaz's grip, and then hits a backhand across the wrestler's chest. He then grabs Jaz's head and takes him down with a bulldog. The wrestler crawls away to the corner, pulling himself up, trying to not lose confidence in himself despite getting beaten by a twink. King runs toward Jaz, leaping up with a knee strike, but Jaz ducks out of the corner at the last second and King hits the turnbuckle. He hops on one foot, holding his knee in pain, not seeing Jaz sneak behind him. Jaz flips over King and slides the pornstar down his back with the flying backslide for the pin: One, two, thr-- King shakes free before the three count.
Angry that wasn't able to put him away, Jaz grabs at King again, lifting him up for a spinebuster. But as Jaz lifts him up, King shakes free, and rolls him up with an inside cradle. One. Two. Three -- Jaz finally gets King off of him, but it's too late. The pornstar twink raises his hands in victory, upsetting the Jersey Legend to the crowd's delight.
Jaz squats down with his hands up ready to grapple as the two men circle around. King lunges at him, locking up, but Jaz gets the advantage, pushing King back against the ropes. Jaz then slaps him with a backhand across the chest, a loud smack that silences the fans as they can all feel King's pain. King steps toward Jaz ready to strike him, but Jaz catches his hand and shakes his head. He stomps on King's foot and then grabs him around the waist, lifting him up and slamming him down on the ring. The wrestler keeps his hold on King, but the pornstar squirms free, out of his grasp. Jaz turns around to grab at him again, but King leaps up with a dropkick, knocking Jaz back. That gets the crowd cheering. The wrestler stumbles toward the ropes, staying upright, but it does him no favors as King runs up to him with a series of kicks, concluding with an enzuigiri. Jaz stumbles down on to his knees now, dazed, as the crowd cheers on his opponent. King jumps on Jaz's back, wrapping his arms and legs around him, looking to weaken him further. Jaz tries shaking him off, but the twink has a secure hold. Jaz then tries ramming back-first into the corner to get King off of him, but the pornstar doesn't let go. If anything he can feel King getting hard from it. Jaz tries again, slamming King into the turnbuckles, and it seems to do the trick as the pornstar slides off his back. Jaz marches forward trying to collect himself, but when he turns to King again the pornstar leaps off the middle turnbuckle with a crossbody. He stays on top of Jaz for the pin, but the wrestler lifts his shoulder after the two-count.
The two men scramble up on their feet at the same time. They look like they're going to lock up again and as King makes a move toward Jaz, Jaz kicks him in the gut. He nails the back of King's head a couple times and then whips him across the ring. King rebounds back right into Jaz's arms who slams him with a German suplex, which he arches into a pin. One. Two-- King kicks free in time.
The pornstar races back up, but Jaz is ready with an uppercut that knocks him into the corner. Jaz gets on the ropes, trapping him in the corner and then delivers a series of ten strikes to his head. The crowd boos the Jersey Legend as he flexes before delivering the tenth blow. The wrestler hops down and steps back as King gasps for breath, gripping on to the ropes for dear life to keep him from falling. Jaz then charges at King with a spear, but the pornstar uses the ropes to fling himself over the wrestler, who eats turnbuckle instead. Jaz pulls himself out and turns around to see King leap up and flip him over with a headscissors takedown. Jaz pulls himself right back up, though he's wobbly on his feet. King nails another dropkick, getting Jaz back down. Just as Jaz stands up again, King rolls out of the corner and leaps at him nailing a rolling thunder cutter. He slides on top of Jaz for the pin, but the wrestler throws him off after the one-count.
King takes a moment to catch his breath as he waits for Jaz to get back up, who takes his time. Once Jaz is upright King swings his leg at him, but somehow Jaz manages to catch his foot before impact. King holds his hands up shaking his head, begging for mercy now that the tables have turned. But that's just a distraction as he pushes his leg down, freeing it from Jaz's grip, and then hits a backhand across the wrestler's chest. He then grabs Jaz's head and takes him down with a bulldog. The wrestler crawls away to the corner, pulling himself up, trying to not lose confidence in himself despite getting beaten by a twink. King runs toward Jaz, leaping up with a knee strike, but Jaz ducks out of the corner at the last second and King hits the turnbuckle. He hops on one foot, holding his knee in pain, not seeing Jaz sneak behind him. Jaz flips over King and slides the pornstar down his back with the flying backslide for the pin: One, two, thr-- King shakes free before the three count.
Angry that wasn't able to put him away, Jaz grabs at King again, lifting him up for a spinebuster. But as Jaz lifts him up, King shakes free, and rolls him up with an inside cradle. One. Two. Three -- Jaz finally gets King off of him, but it's too late. The pornstar twink raises his hands in victory, upsetting the Jersey Legend to the crowd's delight.
"Hey," Jaz motions for King to come over.
The pornstar holds the towel tight around himself as he approaches Jaz, unsure what this is all about, wondering if his accidental victory is going to come at a cost.
"So, that was pretty slick what you did in the ring," Jaz says, trying to keep his eyes on King's and not ogle the pornstar's body. "And I have mad respect for that. So I want to offer you something, because you earned it."
The wrestler pulls his waistband out and reaches in. King is tempted to take a peek himself, but only doesn't because he's still unsure if this is some sort of setup or trap. Jaz pulls out a key and puts it in the palm of King's hand. "A key to the shore house. I hope to see you later this afternoon."
King looks at the key, reading the address labeled on it. "Gracias," he says, but Jaz has already disappeared from the locker room.
The sun is beginning to set when King arrives. The house is right off of the beach in a great location. Garage on the first floor, stairs up to a deck and entrance, clean lines, and a roof top deck as well. King walks up to the door tempted to knock or ring the doorbell, but why would Jaz give him a key then? He unlocks the door and steps in, surprised that the house is modern and neat inside -- for some reason he was expecting it to be not that much better than a frat house.
"Ray?" he calls out, but only hears his echo in return.
He wanders upstairs, finding the bedrooms; the beds are all made, no signs of life. King continues up the stairs to the rooftop where he sees Jaz in the hot tub.
"Hey, you made it," the wrestler smiles, his eyes hidden behind his purple shades.
"Nice digs," King says, taking in the view.
Jaz stands up in the middle of the hot tub, revealing himself to be completely naked and with no tan lines.
"Now, there's only one rule with the shore house," Jaz says. "No clothes."
The pornstar takes off his tanktop and unbuttons his shorts, letting them drop to his ankles. Despite being naked around hot guys all the time, King feels exposed being naked in front of Jaz.
"Alright, you want to join me in the hot tub?" Jaz says taking a seat again.
King climbs in the hot tub sitting across from Jaz.
"Why are you sitting all the way over there?" Jaz protests.
King sheepishly slides around and sits next to the wrestler. Jaz wraps his arm around King's shoulders, "Not bad, eh?" he says gesturing out to the beach.
King wonders if he'd be at the shore house had he not won the match, but now that he is there, he's going to enjoy it, and being with Jaz, as much as he can. Feeling Jaz's warmth relaxes King, so much that he puts his hand on Jaz's thigh without thinking about it. He didn't realize just how muscular Jaz is until now, sitting so close to him.
"Let me help you out," Jaz says, taking King's hand off his thigh and having it grip his dick.
King exchanges a look with Jaz and jerks his cock faster. Jaz slides out of the hot tub, sitting up on the edge, allowing his cock to emerge above the water. King crawls over and opens his mouth wide, squeezing it in his mouth as it goes deeper into his throat.
"Fuck, yes," Jaz sighs. "That's it, you've earned this. Keep sucking."
He punctuates his words with a cruel twist of his hips, grinding his cock into King's throat, and it would make a lesser man choke, but King takes it with ease and holds back another chuckle. The pornstar bobs his head back and forth, slurping every inch of Jaz's dick making the wrestler squirm in his seat. King is that incredible. His tongue savoring every inch of Jaz as one hand cups his balls, caressing them gently while the other rubs up and down Jaz's thick thigh. He's driving the wrestler out of his mind, almost as if it's pay back for Jaz's earlier thrust. It's such a sight to see that Jaz takes off his sunglasses to watch. He has no intention of stopping him; just seeing his cock slide in and out of his mouth is more than enough enjoyment for him. But the more turned on he gets the more Jaz wants to do other things to King, and eventually he puts his hands on the pornstar's shoulders to stop him.
Without saying a word Jaz lifts King up and directs him to the corner. He points the pornstar so he's facing the ocean as he bends him over the edge of the hot tub. King doesn't even feel it when Jaz inserts himself in him, only noticing when he begins pumping his cock back and forth in him.
"Ahh yeah, fuck," King looks back with a smile.
Jaz holds a focused look on his face, steadily thrusting into King, making the water splash around. Most of the men who've made it to the shore house have been Jaz's size or bigger. Now with twink King here, Jaz finds the appeal in being the bigger man, the power of his weight as he thrusts into King again and again. Hearing the smaller man's moans and cries makes Jaz want to continue hammering his hard cock at a frenzied pace to hear what other things will come out of his lips. But the harder he goes the more King takes it -- he is a professional after all, and he's had every shape and size cock in him, sometimes at the same time. And Jaz knows all this, but it makes him curious about bottoming for King. The pornstar's bottomed so much surely he knows every trick there is to be able to give Jaz the best fuck of his life.
Jaz snaps his hips one more time, holding his dick deep inside King, and then he asks, "How'd you like to fuck a Legend?"
The men climb out of the hot tub, the colder air sends goosebumps all over their bodies. Jaz lies down on a towel that is not thick enough to really cushion his back from the deck. But he's not thinking about any of that when King comes between his legs with a seductive smile on his face. Jaz swallows hard, taking a deep gulping breath as King enters him. He feels King's head inside him and exhales, relaxing himself though feeling a bit embarrassed that he was concerned about pain. King holds the wrestler's legs on his shoulders and leans forward to kiss him, his lips brushing against anything he could reach.
"Come on and fuck this Jersey legend," Jaz says, no longer feeling chilly.
King moves one hand to Jaz's cock, stroking it again as he begins to grind in him.
"Ahh yeah, just like that," Jaz says tilting his head back to stare at the darkening sky.
Jaz moans and curses and closes his eyes as his entire body absorbs King's confident stroke, the sweet burn of his cock sliding in and out of him. With each of the pornstar's thrusts, Jaz adjusts his legs up a little higher, seemingly urging the pornstar deeper and deeper, moaning louder and louder each time King slams into him. It doesn't take long for the pornstar to find a rhythm that drives them both crazy. The deck creaks, maybe even rocks too if Jaz isn't imagining it, in time with their movements as Jaz meets every one of his thrusts by clenching around King. The pornstar definitely learned more than a thing or two from bottoming, knowing the perfect angle to hit Jaz's prostate. The wrestler fights back the urge to really show how much he's enjoying it, after all King already got one victory on him today. But Jaz's warm, tight walls feel so good around the pornstar's cock that it fuels King to keep going despite how tired he is. He leans forward and puts his arms under Jaz's body, holding him completely compact against him. He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in sharply.
"Come on and fuck this Jersey legend," Jaz says, no longer feeling chilly.
King moves one hand to Jaz's cock, stroking it again as he begins to grind in him.
"Ahh yeah, just like that," Jaz says tilting his head back to stare at the darkening sky.
Jaz moans and curses and closes his eyes as his entire body absorbs King's confident stroke, the sweet burn of his cock sliding in and out of him. With each of the pornstar's thrusts, Jaz adjusts his legs up a little higher, seemingly urging the pornstar deeper and deeper, moaning louder and louder each time King slams into him. It doesn't take long for the pornstar to find a rhythm that drives them both crazy. The deck creaks, maybe even rocks too if Jaz isn't imagining it, in time with their movements as Jaz meets every one of his thrusts by clenching around King. The pornstar definitely learned more than a thing or two from bottoming, knowing the perfect angle to hit Jaz's prostate. The wrestler fights back the urge to really show how much he's enjoying it, after all King already got one victory on him today. But Jaz's warm, tight walls feel so good around the pornstar's cock that it fuels King to keep going despite how tired he is. He leans forward and puts his arms under Jaz's body, holding him completely compact against him. He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in sharply.
"Fuck!" Jaz moans into his ear. "Do that again."
King slams into him again. And again. Jaz's body bounces with each impact, wanting it all and more. King moves hard and fast now, plunging all the way into Jaz, as if he's trying to find Jaz's limit, but the wrestler doesn't seem to have any, and it's King who eventually tires out first. He leans his head toward Jaz's chest, sucking on the wrestler's hard nipples.
"It's okay," Jaz says, combing his fingers through King's hair. "They don't call me a legend for nothing."
"I thought it's because of..." King squeezes Jaz's cock in his hand.
"I can be a legend for more than one reason," Jaz smirks.
"That you can," King kisses the wrestler's sweaty chest some more until Jaz pushes him off, ticklish.
"Come on and ride me," the wrestler says, stroking his erect dick enticingly.
King pulls out and turns around, putting one hand on the deck to balance himself as he squats down over the dick. The sky is dark now, but the string lights have come on thanks to a timer so they can still see each other's gorgeous bodies. Jaz watches as his dick disappears into King's lowering body, feeling the pornstar clench up around it again. He's relieved to be topping again as he was so close to coming before King tuckered himself out. But now bottoming, King seems to have a second wind, riding Jaz with long, smooth strokes. The feeling is intoxicating -- wonderfully tight and warm and soft and flowing through his body in thick waves.
"Ahhh..." Jaz sighs heavily.
The pornstar shows off his power bottoming talents by speeding up, slowing down, twisting, clenching, doing everything he can to make Jaz writhe underneath him. And he does it all while the wrestler nails his prostate over and over again. He's so focused though he can't hear anything, not until Jaz screams out, "I'm gonna come."
The wrestler doesn't care that he's coming first now and holds King down on him and moans out as he unloads inside him. King clenches around the cum and squeezes his own cock, climaxing simultaneously.
"Ahhh ahhh ahhhh..." his voice gets softer with each moan.
"Fuck, that was hot," Jaz says.
King slams into him again. And again. Jaz's body bounces with each impact, wanting it all and more. King moves hard and fast now, plunging all the way into Jaz, as if he's trying to find Jaz's limit, but the wrestler doesn't seem to have any, and it's King who eventually tires out first. He leans his head toward Jaz's chest, sucking on the wrestler's hard nipples.
"It's okay," Jaz says, combing his fingers through King's hair. "They don't call me a legend for nothing."
"I thought it's because of..." King squeezes Jaz's cock in his hand.
"I can be a legend for more than one reason," Jaz smirks.
"That you can," King kisses the wrestler's sweaty chest some more until Jaz pushes him off, ticklish.
"Come on and ride me," the wrestler says, stroking his erect dick enticingly.
King pulls out and turns around, putting one hand on the deck to balance himself as he squats down over the dick. The sky is dark now, but the string lights have come on thanks to a timer so they can still see each other's gorgeous bodies. Jaz watches as his dick disappears into King's lowering body, feeling the pornstar clench up around it again. He's relieved to be topping again as he was so close to coming before King tuckered himself out. But now bottoming, King seems to have a second wind, riding Jaz with long, smooth strokes. The feeling is intoxicating -- wonderfully tight and warm and soft and flowing through his body in thick waves.
"Ahhh..." Jaz sighs heavily.
The pornstar shows off his power bottoming talents by speeding up, slowing down, twisting, clenching, doing everything he can to make Jaz writhe underneath him. And he does it all while the wrestler nails his prostate over and over again. He's so focused though he can't hear anything, not until Jaz screams out, "I'm gonna come."
The wrestler doesn't care that he's coming first now and holds King down on him and moans out as he unloads inside him. King clenches around the cum and squeezes his own cock, climaxing simultaneously.
"Ahhh ahhh ahhhh..." his voice gets softer with each moan.
"Fuck, that was hot," Jaz says.
"Legendary," King agrees.
And then he lies down next to Jaz and they kiss hard and sloppily, both of their mouths greedy for the other. King sees the house key Jaz gave him on the deck, it must have fallen out of his pocket when he took off his shorts. He reaches for it, squeezing it his palm, determined not to let this go. Jaz grabs King's ass tightly with one hand.
"Where you think you're going?"
"Nowhere," King says, cradling next to Jaz.
And then he lies down next to Jaz and they kiss hard and sloppily, both of their mouths greedy for the other. King sees the house key Jaz gave him on the deck, it must have fallen out of his pocket when he took off his shorts. He reaches for it, squeezing it his palm, determined not to let this go. Jaz grabs King's ass tightly with one hand.
"Where you think you're going?"
"Nowhere," King says, cradling next to Jaz.
The two look up at the sky as the Fourth of July show begins. Fireworks explode right above them, illuminating their sweaty bodies in a rainbow of colors, a fitting conclusion for the night.
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