Connor stands in his corner of the ring, adjusting his trunks as he waits for Knight to make his entrance. When the wrestler matches to the ring with determination, pointing his finger at the fans with "yeah" signs and giving them a nod. In the ring, Knight climbs up one of the corner's and raises his arms to the arena shouting out "Yeah" for him. He hops on down and sheds his vest only now looking at Connor and gives him a nod, "Yeah..."
The bell rings and Connor looks to make the first move coming at Knight, but the wrestler dodges his attack and Connor finds himself in the corner. When he turns around Knight is there to deliver a few blows to the head and then whips Connor across the ring. Connor rebounds off the ropes and runs right into Knight's running back elbow. He falls flat on his back, an open target for Knight's jumping elbow drop. The wrestler then grabs Connor's legs, going for the pin, but Connor punches free after a one-count.
Connor hops back up, insulted that Knight wanted to pin him so quickly. He locks up with Knight, and gets behind him in a waist lock. His hands slide down the front of Knight's trunks feeling what he's packing. Knight elbows him in the head to break the loose hold, but Connor comes back with a kick to Knight's gut. He then shoves the wrestler to the ropes and when Knight comes back he gets him with a hip toss. Knight bounces along the ring and scurries back up only for Connor to get him with a lariat. The wrestler doesn't stay on his back long, hurrying back to his feet, but right into more blows from Connor. The pornstar has Knight trapped in the corner now and delivers a big uppercut that leaves the wrestler holding himself up using the ropes. Connor then grabs Knight and tries for a suplex, but the wrestler is too strong. He shoves Connor back and when Connor tries to come at him again Knight responds with a big boot to the kisser. Connor flops down, dazed, and Knight takes a breath trying to take advantage of this opening. He slides down on his knees and grabs Connor in a front headlock. Connor twists under Knight's arm and gets on top of him, holding him in a wristlock. He squeezes the wrestler's head between his thighs and stares in awe of his ass and how Knight's trunks seem too small, bunching up in his crack. Knight uses this distraction to roll away and stand back up. Connor lunges at him, but Knight side steps him. He then grabs Conor and whips him into the corner hard. The pornstar's back snaps loudly against the turnbuckles and he slumps down in the corner. Knight charges at him with a knee to his head. Connor holds his head rolling away, but Knight grabs him by his trunks, giving him a wedgie in the process. He pulls Connor to the center of the ring and throws him on his shoulders for a burning hammer. Knight crawls on top of Connor thinking that should be enough to put him away, but again the pornstar lifts his shoulder before the three-count.
Connor rolls outside of the ring to try and give himself a break to recover. As he goes around the ring corner, Knight slides out and pursues him. Connor rolls back into the ring, thinking he's safe, but Knight hopes on the edge and then springboards over the ropes with a battering ram, knocking him down. Connor rolls away, but doesn't get far as Knight grabs him by the trunks again. The wrestler throws Connor into the ropes, Connor rebounds back and flips over the bent over Knight and tries to pull him down with a sunset flip. Knight wobbles, but manages to stay upright, so Connor tugs on his trunks, pulling them down and revealing the wrestler's plump ass. Knight then jumps up to slam his ass down on Connor, but the pornstar rolls away and he lands on the ring. Knight's eyes look like they're going to pop out of their sockets as he stands up holding his sore ass cheeks. Connor comes behind him and slaps Knight's ass with his hand, a loud smack that is sure to leave a mark. He then hits Knight with a DDT and goes for the pin, but the wrestler punches out after a one-count.
Connor stands up first, waiting for Knight. When the wrestler is upright again Connor jumps up going for a neckbreaker, but Knight shoves him away, and Connor lands hard on the ring. Knight takes a second to pull his trunks back up, shaking his head at the pornstar. Connor stands back up and Knight shows him how it's done, jumping up and getting him with a neckbreaker. Connor crawls away, hanging his head over the middle rope. Knight rolls out to the ring edge and runs at him, connecting with a running knee to the side of pornstar's face. Knight comes back into the ring as Connor tries to keep his distance. When Knight approaches him, Connor abruptly spins around and swings his foot up, but the wrestler catches it in his hand. Connor waves his hands to surrender, hopping on one foot. Knight shoves Connor's leg back, which gives Connor a moment of relief. But then Knight kicks him in the gut and grabs him by the head and puts him out with a BFT. Knight slides on top of Connor and grabs his leg nodding along as the ref counts it out: One, two, three! The crowd jumps to their feet to celebrate another Knight victory.
"Anyone tell you, you could be a model?" Knight asks.
"I am a model..."
Knight raises his eyebrows, "Oh?"
"Sometimes more than a model."
Knight pulls Connor close to him so their bodies press together, their lips just centimeters apart. Abruptly Knight lets go of Connor, putting his hands on the pornstar's hairy chest and gently pushing him back, "I can't do this... I'm pretending I'm Max Dupri again. This isn't what LA Knight would do."
Connor holds himself together despite the rejection.
"It's not you, obviously," Knight continues. "But when I became LA Knight I found success and I can't go back to Max Dupri and..."
As Knight turns around to open the door he puts his hand on the wrestler's shoulder, "Wait a second."
Knight looks back at Connor, almost like he's hoping for the pornstar to convince him to stay.
"This is who you are. You're the one wrestling in small trunks that clench up in your ass," he cups Knight's ass for emphasis. "You're the one who pitched a tent during our match." Connor grabs Knight's crotch, feeling the swollen bulge. "And you, LA Knight, are the one the who brought me back here. Am I right?"
Knight looks down at the ground, thinking, then back in Connor's eyes. "Yeah..."
"Say it like you mean it," Connor says.
"Yeah!"
"So, enjoy your success then, LA Knight."
Knight grabs Connor in an embrace, feeling the entire length of Connor's body against his own, and spins them around so he pins the pornstar against the closed door and plants his lips on his. Connor opens his mouth for him, so Knight can slip his tongue inside, hot and needy. He then takes his hands off Knight's lower back and presses them on the wrestler's chest, feeling his hard nipples. Their mouths meet again, a slow, breathy slide of lips, and then Connor slowly sinks to his knees in front of him. He tugs Knight's trunks down with him as he goes. Knight holds his breath, nervous to look down, as he feels Connor's hand gripping the base of his dick before it's surrounded by the warm, plush cage of his mouth.
"Yeah..."
Connor sucks him deep and hard, enjoying all of Knight's length and girth. The wrestler exhales slowly, his mind racing. He feels slightly embarrassed about sharing his worries about going back to being Max Dupri. While part of him is worried about falling down the ranks of the roster, especially at his age, really he is more concerned about the getting the feeling he had when he was with Mansoor and Mace. While the three of them hooked up frequently, either in pairs or as a threesome, Knight always felt like a third wheel, even when he was just fucking Mansoor or Mace alone. It made him feel like he was never good enough, which is why when he refreshed his gimmick he focused all his energy on his career and not these one-time hook-ups. He looks down at Connor, bobbing his head fast back and forth along his cock. The cocksucker is right, with all of his success he's still harboring these feelings and he does to need to let go and enjoy himself.
"Alright, my dick's wet enough," Knight says.
Connor slurps the dick out with a loud pop and stands back up. Knight leads him to the desk and pulls Connor's trunks off. Connor presses his hands on the edges and arches his back so his ass extends out. Knight rubs his head up and down Connor's crack and then presses it up against his hole.
"Are you going to fuck me or just tease me some more?" Connor asks.
Knight responds with a grin, then slaps his hands on Connor's ass, "Yeah."
Choosing between these two over-forty beefcakes, I'd go with the more muscular Knight.
"Yeah..."
Connor sucks him deep and hard, enjoying all of Knight's length and girth. The wrestler exhales slowly, his mind racing. He feels slightly embarrassed about sharing his worries about going back to being Max Dupri. While part of him is worried about falling down the ranks of the roster, especially at his age, really he is more concerned about the getting the feeling he had when he was with Mansoor and Mace. While the three of them hooked up frequently, either in pairs or as a threesome, Knight always felt like a third wheel, even when he was just fucking Mansoor or Mace alone. It made him feel like he was never good enough, which is why when he refreshed his gimmick he focused all his energy on his career and not these one-time hook-ups. He looks down at Connor, bobbing his head fast back and forth along his cock. The cocksucker is right, with all of his success he's still harboring these feelings and he does to need to let go and enjoy himself.
"Alright, my dick's wet enough," Knight says.
Connor slurps the dick out with a loud pop and stands back up. Knight leads him to the desk and pulls Connor's trunks off. Connor presses his hands on the edges and arches his back so his ass extends out. Knight rubs his head up and down Connor's crack and then presses it up against his hole.
"Are you going to fuck me or just tease me some more?" Connor asks.
Knight responds with a grin, then slaps his hands on Connor's ass, "Yeah."
Knight mouths along his shoulder, and it feels almost soothing, and then he’s pushing in, stretching Connor around his cock. Connor hangs his mouth open, silently gasping at the feeling of being so full. Connor then presses back against Knight, gyrating his ass up and down on Knight's cock, showing him how eager he is to be fucked. Knight snaps his hips and Connor falls forward, gripping the edges of the desk firmly to hold himself back up. Knight continues thrusting, albeit less forcefully, but still packing plenty to keep Connor holding on to the desk. It's hard to believe that Knight could have doubts about himself, especially with the way the two of them roar in the empty room, loud and unrestrained as if the room were sound proof.
Knight pulls out and lifts Connor up on the desk, getting him on his back. He pulls him to the edge and slides his dick back in him, resuming his fucking with a little bit more roughness to it. Connor moans as he stares up at the ceiling. Each penetration slides him back on the desk and then Knight pulls him back toward him to fuck him again. The wrestler's thrusts brush past his prostate, teasing him to expect the next time will be a direct hit, and yet it never is. Connor tilts his head to look at Knight, trying to see if it's intentional. Their eyes lock and Knight thrusts again, giving Connor an answer as he nails him perfectly in his spot. Knight's eyes remain locked on Connor as he continues to drive into him. The wrestler moans intermittently, rising in volume and rhythm, matching his thrusts, but he seems to be getting off more on Connor's reactions. The pornstar's been fucked far too many times to count, and yet no one has made him react like this before.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Connor yells out.
He wants to announce he's going to come, but the next thrust triggers it so quickly all he can say is, "Ohhhh..."
Knight pulls out and lifts Connor up on the desk, getting him on his back. He pulls him to the edge and slides his dick back in him, resuming his fucking with a little bit more roughness to it. Connor moans as he stares up at the ceiling. Each penetration slides him back on the desk and then Knight pulls him back toward him to fuck him again. The wrestler's thrusts brush past his prostate, teasing him to expect the next time will be a direct hit, and yet it never is. Connor tilts his head to look at Knight, trying to see if it's intentional. Their eyes lock and Knight thrusts again, giving Connor an answer as he nails him perfectly in his spot. Knight's eyes remain locked on Connor as he continues to drive into him. The wrestler moans intermittently, rising in volume and rhythm, matching his thrusts, but he seems to be getting off more on Connor's reactions. The pornstar's been fucked far too many times to count, and yet no one has made him react like this before.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Connor yells out.
He wants to announce he's going to come, but the next thrust triggers it so quickly all he can say is, "Ohhhh..."
Connor comes in strong pulses, spilling cum all over his hairy stomach. Knight's eyes light up at the sight of it, but he continues plowing into him. Connor rests his bed on the desk, his body shaking. He feels Knight pull out of him and expects to feel a rain of cum on him, instead he feels Knight's hand grab his softening dick and the wrestler's breath against his head.
He tilts up and sees Knight lick around his head, lapping up the drops of cum. Connor gasps, still very sensitive, but uses ever muscle in his body to fight the urge to shake him off. And just like that his dick swells back up hard. Knight then goes down on him, feeling saliva rush onto his tongue in response and as he takes more of Connor's cock a stream of it trickles down his chin. He swallows to try to halt the mess, but that only makes Connor's hips twitch towards his face and force more of his dick in. He gags and pulls away. Connor grabs Knight's hair and tugs him back down. The wrestler chokes and makes some gagging noises, but recovers quickly enough to avoid embarrassment. Connor tugs his head back until the tip is resting against Knight's tongue. He moves his hips just a tiny bit, shallow thrusts, and then he takes his dick out and slaps Knight across the face with it, leaving a sticky smear of saliva on his cheek. Knight looks murderous for a second, like the version of himself that was beating Connor in the ring, but it fades into a slutty look of desire.
"So, you like it rough?" Connor asks.
Knight nods and then Connor thrusts his cock past his lips again, stretching his mouth wide around him as he grabs Knight's hair again and starts to fuck his face. Knight doesn't gag this time. His face turns red, there are no tears in his eyes, just determination to get Connor nice and hard again. When he's satisfied he pulls back, shaking Connor's hand off his hair.
"Get in the chair," Knight orders.
Connor slides off the desk and obeys Knight's command. The seriousness in Knight's words make him think he's going to get some punishment for skull fucking him. As soon as Connor is seated in the chair, Knight sits on Connor's lap, aiming down on the pornstar's cock, and then sinking down on it. He shivers as he gets it all in and then presses his back against Connor's hairy chest.
"Oh man..." Knight takes a breath.
Connor gasps as Knight starts to fuck himself slowly on his cock.
"Oh… Oh, oh, fuck… yeah… shit feels good…" Knight moans, gritting his teeth against the pain he did feel, the pleasure overriding it. "Yeah..."
"You're so fucking tight." Connor moans as he grips Knight's thick hips with both hands, thrusting hard in and out of him finding himself loving Knight's little gasps of pleasure with every thrust. "You like it fast don't you?" Connor says as he begins to quicken the pace, hitting Knight's prostate hard, ripping a ragged growl out of him.
"Fuck yeah!" Knight hisses out in reply, growling.
Connor slaps Knight's ass hard with every thrust, continuing to hit his prostate almost every time, ripping squeals and moans of pure pleasure out of the wrestler's mouth. The chair creaks, clearly not designed to hold so much weight, but the two men keep going unbothered by it. Knight reaches down and starts stroking his cock roughly, feeling his orgasm quickly approaching, knowing it isn't going to last much longer. Connor grunts feeling Knight's walls tighten around his shaft, watching Knight stroke himself before his walls clamp down completely on his cock, a scream of pleasure forcing its way from Knight's mouth as his orgasm hit, and he comes hard, shooting his seed all over the floor under him. Connor gasps as Knight's orgasm drags him over the edge with him, shooting his next load inside of the wrestler.
Knight stands up and bends over, pulling his cheeks apart to show Connor his cum dripping out of his hole. The pornstar crawls over and licks up and down Knight's ass -- something he's wanted to do since seeing his ass exposed during their match. Knight groans pleasurably to the rimming he's receiving, his dick getting hard again.
When Connor pulls his face away from Knight's ass he can see the wrestler stroking his dick again. If Connor were with any other forty-something he'd be surprised by this, but given Knight's incredible shape he's only relieved that he, himself, still has more energy in him to keep going. "You want to fuck me again?"
"Yeah."
Knight and Connor lie on their sides on the rug, with Knight spooning him. The wrestler lifts up Connor's left leg and guides his dick back into the pornstar's throbbing hole. He puts his other hand on Connor's shoulder to help hold him as he begins rocking into him again.
"Oh fuck..." Connor softly moans, stroking his dick.
The sound of their skin slapping together takes over the room as Knight nails him over and over again as if they haven't been fucking for the past forty minutes. It's like Knight is trying to make up for the months he's been celibate in this one night. This being one of Connor's favorite bottoming positions, the pornstar gets lost in the intensity of it. He doesn't comprehend any of the filthy words Knight whispers in his ear, and just nods his head. He feels Knight's hand take over stroking him, his hand firmly going up and down his cock, the hard thrusts in his ass, Knight's breathing in his ear, the weight of his the wrestler's body holding him. Connor starts to tremble, ass tightening knowing his cock is going to start spurting any second, but instead it's Knight who comes first, unloading inside him, squeezing his hip, pushing himself all the way.
"Yeahhhhh..." the wrestler grunts as he rolls on his back and wipes the sweat from his brow.
Connor steps over him, stroking his cock, ready to shower him with another load. But Knight stops him, standing up. "Fuck me, rough."
The wrestler bends over the desk and spreads his cheeks open. Connor takes a second to stand back up, but seeing Knight's pulsing hole gives him a second wind. He presses Knight's head on the desk as he thrusts into him. He gives Knight exactly what he asked for, a rough, raw fucking. Connor, grunts and moans, driving his dick inside Knight's thick body again and again, pinning him to the desk no matter how hard he thrusts into him. Knight shivers, breathing heavily and moaning out "yeah" over and over again.
This time Connor is able to announce his approaching climax. Knight pushes him off only so he can kneels down telling Connor to come on his chest. Connor closes his eyes, curling his toes as he fulfills Knight's desire, shooting his third load on the wrestler's chest.
"Yeah..." Knight says as he rubs it in.
Connor is panting and opens his eyes to see a big grin on Knight's face. The look of someone who's enjoying their success and doesn't want it to stop.
Knight nods and then Connor thrusts his cock past his lips again, stretching his mouth wide around him as he grabs Knight's hair again and starts to fuck his face. Knight doesn't gag this time. His face turns red, there are no tears in his eyes, just determination to get Connor nice and hard again. When he's satisfied he pulls back, shaking Connor's hand off his hair.
"Get in the chair," Knight orders.
Connor slides off the desk and obeys Knight's command. The seriousness in Knight's words make him think he's going to get some punishment for skull fucking him. As soon as Connor is seated in the chair, Knight sits on Connor's lap, aiming down on the pornstar's cock, and then sinking down on it. He shivers as he gets it all in and then presses his back against Connor's hairy chest.
"Oh man..." Knight takes a breath.
Connor gasps as Knight starts to fuck himself slowly on his cock.
"Oh… Oh, oh, fuck… yeah… shit feels good…" Knight moans, gritting his teeth against the pain he did feel, the pleasure overriding it. "Yeah..."
"You're so fucking tight." Connor moans as he grips Knight's thick hips with both hands, thrusting hard in and out of him finding himself loving Knight's little gasps of pleasure with every thrust. "You like it fast don't you?" Connor says as he begins to quicken the pace, hitting Knight's prostate hard, ripping a ragged growl out of him.
"Fuck yeah!" Knight hisses out in reply, growling.
Connor slaps Knight's ass hard with every thrust, continuing to hit his prostate almost every time, ripping squeals and moans of pure pleasure out of the wrestler's mouth. The chair creaks, clearly not designed to hold so much weight, but the two men keep going unbothered by it. Knight reaches down and starts stroking his cock roughly, feeling his orgasm quickly approaching, knowing it isn't going to last much longer. Connor grunts feeling Knight's walls tighten around his shaft, watching Knight stroke himself before his walls clamp down completely on his cock, a scream of pleasure forcing its way from Knight's mouth as his orgasm hit, and he comes hard, shooting his seed all over the floor under him. Connor gasps as Knight's orgasm drags him over the edge with him, shooting his next load inside of the wrestler.
Knight stands up and bends over, pulling his cheeks apart to show Connor his cum dripping out of his hole. The pornstar crawls over and licks up and down Knight's ass -- something he's wanted to do since seeing his ass exposed during their match. Knight groans pleasurably to the rimming he's receiving, his dick getting hard again.
When Connor pulls his face away from Knight's ass he can see the wrestler stroking his dick again. If Connor were with any other forty-something he'd be surprised by this, but given Knight's incredible shape he's only relieved that he, himself, still has more energy in him to keep going. "You want to fuck me again?"
"Yeah."
Knight and Connor lie on their sides on the rug, with Knight spooning him. The wrestler lifts up Connor's left leg and guides his dick back into the pornstar's throbbing hole. He puts his other hand on Connor's shoulder to help hold him as he begins rocking into him again.
"Oh fuck..." Connor softly moans, stroking his dick.
The sound of their skin slapping together takes over the room as Knight nails him over and over again as if they haven't been fucking for the past forty minutes. It's like Knight is trying to make up for the months he's been celibate in this one night. This being one of Connor's favorite bottoming positions, the pornstar gets lost in the intensity of it. He doesn't comprehend any of the filthy words Knight whispers in his ear, and just nods his head. He feels Knight's hand take over stroking him, his hand firmly going up and down his cock, the hard thrusts in his ass, Knight's breathing in his ear, the weight of his the wrestler's body holding him. Connor starts to tremble, ass tightening knowing his cock is going to start spurting any second, but instead it's Knight who comes first, unloading inside him, squeezing his hip, pushing himself all the way.
"Yeahhhhh..." the wrestler grunts as he rolls on his back and wipes the sweat from his brow.
Connor steps over him, stroking his cock, ready to shower him with another load. But Knight stops him, standing up. "Fuck me, rough."
The wrestler bends over the desk and spreads his cheeks open. Connor takes a second to stand back up, but seeing Knight's pulsing hole gives him a second wind. He presses Knight's head on the desk as he thrusts into him. He gives Knight exactly what he asked for, a rough, raw fucking. Connor, grunts and moans, driving his dick inside Knight's thick body again and again, pinning him to the desk no matter how hard he thrusts into him. Knight shivers, breathing heavily and moaning out "yeah" over and over again.
This time Connor is able to announce his approaching climax. Knight pushes him off only so he can kneels down telling Connor to come on his chest. Connor closes his eyes, curling his toes as he fulfills Knight's desire, shooting his third load on the wrestler's chest.
"Yeah..." Knight says as he rubs it in.
Connor is panting and opens his eyes to see a big grin on Knight's face. The look of someone who's enjoying their success and doesn't want it to stop.
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