Night can't believe his opponent is Shera. He knows he stands no chance against the Indian Lion, but if he's going to get his ass handed to him at least it's by a hot, muscular stud like him.
Shera marches toward the ring and hops on the edge, raising his left arm up, pointing to the ceiling. He glances back at the corner, his first look at his opponent, impressed with Night's ripped physique, but not at all intimidated given Night's smaller frame.
Shera steps in between the middle and top rope, circling around the ring as Night nervously keeps his distance. The bell rings and the two men continue to size each other up as they gradually move nearer to each other. Shera makes the first move, bolting toward Night, but the pornstar ducks away and gets behind him, putting him in a waistlock. Shera doesn't even try to pry Night's hands apart, even though he easily could. Instead, he shakes himself from side to side, flinging Night off of him. The pornstar scrambles back up in the corner, slightly embarrassed he couldn't hold on.
Shera charges toward him again, but this time there's no escape, and Night gets clobbered with a corner clothesline. Night responds by shoving Shera back to the center of the ring, freeing himself from the corner, but Shera comes right back at him with a boot to the gut. He then whips Night to the ropes. Night locks elbows with the rope, preventing him from rebounding back, though Shera already bends down to flip him over his back. When Shera looks up to see why Night didn't come back the pornstar gets him with a boot the face. Shera angrily charges at Night, who rolls out of the way and pulls on Shera's thigh trying to take him down. The wrestler leaps up and lands on Night, making him regret that decision. Shera lays on top of him for the pin, but Night manages to lift a foot on to the rope, stopping the count.
Shera wraps his bicep around Night's head, putting him in a headlock. The pornstar remains seated on the ring, trying to punch up at Shera to get him to let go. Shera doesn't flinch, even when Night's fists hit him. It's almost comical that the twink thinks he can power his way out of this. Night decides to change tactics and uses his remaining strength to stand back up. He then grabs Shera's head and drops back down with a stunner. That gets Shera to release his hold, but the wrestler still remains standing on his feet. Night crawls to the ropes, using them to get back up. He then turns to Shera and strikes him with his forearm, trying to get the advantage in the match. Shera finally has enough and grabs Night around the neck, lifting him up and planting him down in the ring with a chokeslam. Night rolls away to the ropes, hoping that'll protect him from Shera, but the wrestler doesn't let up. He yanks on his waistband, pulling him back to the center of the ring and then lifts him up in a bearhug. Night moans out, exhausted, as Shera uses all of his strength to drain Night's energy. Night moans out, trying to stay in it. He elbows Shera in his head, but the wrestler responds tightening his hold. Night elbows again, and again, eventually sliding out of Shera's grip and landing on his feet. He runs back to the ropes for some momentum and comes at Shera with a shoulder block, but the wrestler barely budges, standing like a brick wall. Shera blows the stray hairs out of his face and grabs Night, lifting him up and dropping him down with pendulum backbreaker. Night whines out, holding his lower back, but Shera grabs him again. He hoists the pornstar up and hits his Sky High finisher, pinning Night down and getting the three-count victory.
Shera wraps his bicep around Night's head, putting him in a headlock. The pornstar remains seated on the ring, trying to punch up at Shera to get him to let go. Shera doesn't flinch, even when Night's fists hit him. It's almost comical that the twink thinks he can power his way out of this. Night decides to change tactics and uses his remaining strength to stand back up. He then grabs Shera's head and drops back down with a stunner. That gets Shera to release his hold, but the wrestler still remains standing on his feet. Night crawls to the ropes, using them to get back up. He then turns to Shera and strikes him with his forearm, trying to get the advantage in the match. Shera finally has enough and grabs Night around the neck, lifting him up and planting him down in the ring with a chokeslam. Night rolls away to the ropes, hoping that'll protect him from Shera, but the wrestler doesn't let up. He yanks on his waistband, pulling him back to the center of the ring and then lifts him up in a bearhug. Night moans out, exhausted, as Shera uses all of his strength to drain Night's energy. Night moans out, trying to stay in it. He elbows Shera in his head, but the wrestler responds tightening his hold. Night elbows again, and again, eventually sliding out of Shera's grip and landing on his feet. He runs back to the ropes for some momentum and comes at Shera with a shoulder block, but the wrestler barely budges, standing like a brick wall. Shera blows the stray hairs out of his face and grabs Night, lifting him up and dropping him down with pendulum backbreaker. Night whines out, holding his lower back, but Shera grabs him again. He hoists the pornstar up and hits his Sky High finisher, pinning Night down and getting the three-count victory.
Night can't help but stare at Shera as he enters the locker room. All those muscles. That sexy long hair. He thinks about being pinned by him again, wishing it were longer than three seconds. Wishing he punched out so Shera could pin him again, lying on top of him. Now he figures he can only look at Shera for three seconds or else face more wrath from the wrestler for staring too long. He doesn't even realize he's holding his breath until he looks away.
Shera strips his gear off standing naked by his bag. He grabs his towel, but instead of wrapping it around himself, he holds it in his hand, taking it to the showers with him. He glances at Night, their eyes briefly meet, before Shera looks ahead. He wonders if his look was too subtle of an invite for Night to join him in the showers. He turns the water on, letting the shower area fill with steam before stepping under it and getting wet. He closes his eyes as he lets the water splash down his face, his heart sinking when he opens them and sees that he is still alone.
Night had hoped to get a sneak peek of Shera in the showers, but the wrestler ends up giving him the full show in the locker room, standing naked before walking off into the showers. The blood rushes to Night's dick as he imagines what Shera can do to him with it. He still has the urge to follow him, but Shera gives him a look as he walks by. It's not the most welcoming of looks, just very quick, as if he to say he doesn't have time to deal with a twink like Night, and would prefer a guy similar to his size. Besides, Night knows he looks good, and has found that if it isn't obvious that the other guy is interested, then he's probably not interested. With that Night decides to pack up his gear and head back to the hotel, figuring he'll have his pick of men who do want him.
Shera returns from the showers and is relieved to see that Night is still there, but that relief is short lived as he watches him touch Godderz's flexing biceps. The two of them obviously flirting. Shera takes his towel off from around his waist and rubs his face with it, trying to wipe his look of frustration with it. Godderz, Mr. Pectacular himself, always gets first dibs of the guys in the locker room. Shera can't deny that Godderz has an impressive body, but did every guy have to drool over him? Shera hurries to get dressed and storms out of the locker room, no longer caring about showing his annoyance.
Just as Night is about to leave the locker room, Godderz steps in looking like a Greek God come to life. The two lock eyes and there's no mistake that Godderz wants Night to approach him. The pornstar sets his bag down and steps toward him, telling him he looked good out there in his match. Godderz says he knows he did, he always looks good. He then makes it a point to say he didn't see Night's match, as though he were insulting him. Night brushes it off and says it looks like Godderz got his pump on and asks to feel his biceps. The wrestler confidently flexes for him, always happy to have his body worshipped. Night wishes it could have been this easy with Shera, but he'll gladly take Godderz as a consolation prize. He doesn't even realize that Shera had returned from the showers until he hears the door slam and sees a glimpse of him leaving. It's his loss, Night thinks to himself, putting his hands on Godderz's chest. He leans in for a kiss, but Godderz pushes him away with a laugh. "You think you can have me?" the wrestler scoffs. He gives Night an up down, "Come back after you put on another thirty pounds of muscle."
Shera sits at the hotel bar sipping some water. He could do for some alcohol, but knows if he wants his body to compete with Godderz's he better stick to water. Shera doesn't realize he's zoned out until he hears a voice next to him:
"Why are you looking like you lost our match?"
He looks over and sees Night on the stool next to him. He can't hide his pleasantly surprised reaction, his smile a little too wide.
"There's that smile!"
Night calling attention to Shera's reaction makes him blush. He tries to pull himself together.
"What are you doing here?" The wrestler's tone doesn't come out how he wants, but, fortunately Night dismisses it, not ready to give up on Shera just yet.
"Maybe I want a rematch?"
Shera chuckles, "Was I too soft on you out there?"
"Oh, I'd like to see you hard on me," Night says, putting his hand on Shera's wrist.
The blood begins rushing to Shera's crotch as Night's intentions are crystal clear. He finishes the last bit of his water, "Maybe a rematch is in order then."
Night licks his lips, "Good, and don't go easy on me this time."
Night drops down to his knees and crawls over in between Shera's spread legs. "Please--"
The wrestler slaps his dick in Night's face, "I can't hear you."
Night opens his mouth, but instead of saying anything he brings his lips to Shera's cock.
"Ahhh, yeah..." the wrestler sighs as he begins tweaking his pecs.
Night places one hand on Shera's thigh and uses the other to pull back his foreskin, exposing the wrestler's head. Night's tongue slowly swirls around the head of his cock making his hips twitch. Night then licks it a few more times before sucking it in, bobbing his head back and forth. Shera grunts as Night twists his head going down, clearly enjoying what the pornstar is doing. The pornstar cups Shera's balls in one hand, giving them a squeeze as he deepthroats the wrestler.
"Ahhh, fuck..." Shera tilts his head back.
Night holds the entire dick in his mouth without gagging, before gradually sliding it back out. He doesn't pause for long, going back to blowing him, spurred on by Shera's grunts and groans. The more he goes the more Shera's leg begins to twitch, almost is if he's fighting the urge to come. The wrestler knows Night would look hot with his load sprayed across his face, but Night came up here for more than this and he wants to deliver.
"You ready for the rematch then?" Shera asks.
Night spits his dick out, "I need to stretch first."
The pornstar then stands up and turns his back to Shera before seating himself on to the wrestler's lap.
"Ahhhh," Night gasps as he feels Shera's thick, wet cock pierce up into him.
Night holds on to the chair's armrests and begins pulling himself up and pushing himself back down on Shera's cock at a brisk pace.
"Yeah, that's it," Shera groans. "Fucking bounce on it, yeah..."
Night doesn't need Shera to tell him what to do, but he appreciates the encouragement, bouncing up and down on the dick confidently. Shera's hands go from Night's waist up to feeling his abs and then cupping his chest. His tits aren't as big as Shera's but the wrestler worships them as if they were, pinching his pecs and rubbing his fingers on them.
"Ughh uhhh ughhh," Night groans, his eyes closed as he keeps up his impressive pace.
Shera feels so good in him he doesn't want to stop, even though there are more positions he wants to explore. Plus, feeling Shera's hands all over his body sends chills down his spine and doesn't make him want to switch things up.
So it's Shera who eventually stands up, pulling Night with him, pushing his back down to have him bend over as pounds into him. "I think you got your stretch in. But I don't know if you can handle a rematch?" Shera barks at him.
"Ahhh, yeah I can, fuck..." Night whines. It is one thing to ride the wrestler's huge cock, it's another to have it pistoning back and forth into him like this.
"Come on, you going to fight back?" Shera asks.
Shera pulls his hips back and snaps forward, smacking Night's ass with his hand upon impact. He grunts as he fucks, sounding very much like a lion, perhaps how he earned that nickname. "Or is this gonna be another squash match?"
Night doesn't know if Shera really wants him to fight back or if he's saying that as a way to show that he's enjoying being the role of dom top. There's only one way to find out, Night thinks. Just as Shera pulls back, Night slips out of his grip and gets behind him. He shoves Shera face first on to the bed and hops on top of him, pinning his shoulders down. Shera doesn't try to fight back, so Night continues, guiding his cock between the wrestler's thick cheeks and entering into him.
"Oufff..." Shera puffs out, adjusting to Night in him.
Night rocks his body back and forth, gradually working up his speed and strength, fucking into the bigger man.
"Ahhh, yeah..." Shera moans, "Give it to me."
Night picks up his pace, giving him quick, medium strokes. As he picks up speed he remains steady, hitting him in the same spot each time. Shera's hands grip on to the bed covers, the sounds coming out of his mouth the perfect combination of pain and pleasure torn from the throat of someone so desperate and needy. Shera sits up a bit, allowing Night's hips to grind into him as he rocks back into his.
"Ohhh..." Night holds his mouth open, watching as Shera grinds his meaty ass on Night's dick.
He then slaps the ass and thrusts into it, torn between fucking Shera or letting Shera take control. The wrestler doesn't stop rocking back into the cock, making the choice for him. So Night reaches around and grabs Shera's cock, pumping it in unison with the wrestler's motions. The wrestler's ponytail comes undone from all the rocking back and forth, but Shera is in the zone he doesn't care. Even though Shera is doing all the work now, Night finds himself getting breathless, panting, gasping for breath. Shera can sense it too, and so after impaling himself one more time he crawls forward, letting Night's cock slip out of him.
"Fuck man..." Night chokes out, still finding it hard to believe that Shera just power bottomed for him.
Shera sits up on the edge of the bed, tying his hair back into a ponytail.
"Put me in that bear hug again," Night says as he sits back on Shera's lap, facing him this time.
"You liked that, did you?" Shera says, placing his hand on Night's lower back. "I thought I felt you getting hard during our match."
"I was hard the entire match," Night clarifies.
Shera chuckles and gives him a kiss. Night shivers and then grips Shera's shoulders, kissing him back, their mouths parting, tongues sliding out to wrap around each other. Shera's arms wrap tightly around Night, shifting to hold him up under his ass as he slides off the bed and stands, groaning when Night's legs circle his waist and hold on just as tight. Night finally breaks the kiss when Shera gives his ass a gentle squeeze. Then the wrestler begins pumping his dick in him again.
"Ahh yeah, if only you did this to me in the ring," Night sighs.
"I fantasized about it," Shera says.
He pounds into Night hard, showing no strain in holding the pornstar up. But perhaps the hottest part for Night is being so close to Shera's face, seeing the intensity in his eyes as he delivers satisfaction to him. Likewise, Shera enjoys seeing the look in Night's eyes every time he stuffs his dick all the way in him. His mouth gaping open, wanting to make a noise, but so overwhelmed that the pornstar just ends up nodding his head for Shera to continue.
"Uhhh, Finish me off, like you did in the ring," Night asks.
Shera turns around delivers a sitout powerbomb on the bed. It's a miracle the bed doesn't break from the move, but neither man even faints concern. With Night's ankles on his shoulders, Shera pins Night down and slides his dick back into the pornstar.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh..." Night moans out every time Shera pushes into him.
The wrestler pumps his dick in with quick, short strokes as he is chasing his own climax. In all the frenzy his hair shakes free from the ponytail again, falling on his shoulders, flopping back and forth with each thrust. Night doesn't think Shera could look hotter on top of him like this. He can feel that coil in his belly tightening, the pressure building as Shera drives into him, giving his prostate firm steady attention. After his prostate is hit again the pornstar announces with a high-pitched whine, "I'm coming..."
"Ahhh, yeah I can, fuck..." Night whines. It is one thing to ride the wrestler's huge cock, it's another to have it pistoning back and forth into him like this.
"Come on, you going to fight back?" Shera asks.
Shera pulls his hips back and snaps forward, smacking Night's ass with his hand upon impact. He grunts as he fucks, sounding very much like a lion, perhaps how he earned that nickname. "Or is this gonna be another squash match?"
Night doesn't know if Shera really wants him to fight back or if he's saying that as a way to show that he's enjoying being the role of dom top. There's only one way to find out, Night thinks. Just as Shera pulls back, Night slips out of his grip and gets behind him. He shoves Shera face first on to the bed and hops on top of him, pinning his shoulders down. Shera doesn't try to fight back, so Night continues, guiding his cock between the wrestler's thick cheeks and entering into him.
"Oufff..." Shera puffs out, adjusting to Night in him.
Night rocks his body back and forth, gradually working up his speed and strength, fucking into the bigger man.
"Ahhh, yeah..." Shera moans, "Give it to me."
Night picks up his pace, giving him quick, medium strokes. As he picks up speed he remains steady, hitting him in the same spot each time. Shera's hands grip on to the bed covers, the sounds coming out of his mouth the perfect combination of pain and pleasure torn from the throat of someone so desperate and needy. Shera sits up a bit, allowing Night's hips to grind into him as he rocks back into his.
"Ohhh..." Night holds his mouth open, watching as Shera grinds his meaty ass on Night's dick.
He then slaps the ass and thrusts into it, torn between fucking Shera or letting Shera take control. The wrestler doesn't stop rocking back into the cock, making the choice for him. So Night reaches around and grabs Shera's cock, pumping it in unison with the wrestler's motions. The wrestler's ponytail comes undone from all the rocking back and forth, but Shera is in the zone he doesn't care. Even though Shera is doing all the work now, Night finds himself getting breathless, panting, gasping for breath. Shera can sense it too, and so after impaling himself one more time he crawls forward, letting Night's cock slip out of him.
"Fuck man..." Night chokes out, still finding it hard to believe that Shera just power bottomed for him.
Shera sits up on the edge of the bed, tying his hair back into a ponytail.
"Put me in that bear hug again," Night says as he sits back on Shera's lap, facing him this time.
"You liked that, did you?" Shera says, placing his hand on Night's lower back. "I thought I felt you getting hard during our match."
"I was hard the entire match," Night clarifies.
Shera chuckles and gives him a kiss. Night shivers and then grips Shera's shoulders, kissing him back, their mouths parting, tongues sliding out to wrap around each other. Shera's arms wrap tightly around Night, shifting to hold him up under his ass as he slides off the bed and stands, groaning when Night's legs circle his waist and hold on just as tight. Night finally breaks the kiss when Shera gives his ass a gentle squeeze. Then the wrestler begins pumping his dick in him again.
"Ahh yeah, if only you did this to me in the ring," Night sighs.
"I fantasized about it," Shera says.
He pounds into Night hard, showing no strain in holding the pornstar up. But perhaps the hottest part for Night is being so close to Shera's face, seeing the intensity in his eyes as he delivers satisfaction to him. Likewise, Shera enjoys seeing the look in Night's eyes every time he stuffs his dick all the way in him. His mouth gaping open, wanting to make a noise, but so overwhelmed that the pornstar just ends up nodding his head for Shera to continue.
"Uhhh, Finish me off, like you did in the ring," Night asks.
Shera turns around delivers a sitout powerbomb on the bed. It's a miracle the bed doesn't break from the move, but neither man even faints concern. With Night's ankles on his shoulders, Shera pins Night down and slides his dick back into the pornstar.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh..." Night moans out every time Shera pushes into him.
The wrestler pumps his dick in with quick, short strokes as he is chasing his own climax. In all the frenzy his hair shakes free from the ponytail again, falling on his shoulders, flopping back and forth with each thrust. Night doesn't think Shera could look hotter on top of him like this. He can feel that coil in his belly tightening, the pressure building as Shera drives into him, giving his prostate firm steady attention. After his prostate is hit again the pornstar announces with a high-pitched whine, "I'm coming..."
Shera folds Night's right leg down, continuing to fuck him as the pornstar jerks his cock, letting his load squirt out on his torso, dripping through his abs. "Ahhhhh..." Night moans continuously as his eyes roll back.
Shera keeps pounding him, his hair a tangled mess, but he doesn't care. He leans forward, so his face hangs just inches from Night's. The two lock lips, Night holding Shera's head still as the wrestler rocks himself back and forth in him. Shera eventually pulls his head away, grunting as he tries to prolong this moment, but soon loses control and succumbs, stuffing his dick deep inside of Night and unloading in him.
"UHHHHHH!" Shera roars upon release.
"Ohhhhhh..." Night chokes out, feeling the warmth of Shera's seed inside him.
The wrestler thrusts a few times, before dragging his dick out of Night's abused hole. He then leans forward again, resting his head on Night's cum covered stomach. Night combs his fingers through Shera's hair, staring up at the ceiling, pleased to be where he is right now.
Shera tilts his head up and looks at Night's face, crawling up to him to give him another kiss. "You know, I've had plenty of rematches," Shera says. "But they never turn out to be better than the first match. Until now."
Two very different hunks to choose from, but if I had to pick between the two of them I'd go with the muscular wrestler, Shera.
Shera keeps pounding him, his hair a tangled mess, but he doesn't care. He leans forward, so his face hangs just inches from Night's. The two lock lips, Night holding Shera's head still as the wrestler rocks himself back and forth in him. Shera eventually pulls his head away, grunting as he tries to prolong this moment, but soon loses control and succumbs, stuffing his dick deep inside of Night and unloading in him.
"UHHHHHH!" Shera roars upon release.
"Ohhhhhh..." Night chokes out, feeling the warmth of Shera's seed inside him.
The wrestler thrusts a few times, before dragging his dick out of Night's abused hole. He then leans forward again, resting his head on Night's cum covered stomach. Night combs his fingers through Shera's hair, staring up at the ceiling, pleased to be where he is right now.
Shera tilts his head up and looks at Night's face, crawling up to him to give him another kiss. "You know, I've had plenty of rematches," Shera says. "But they never turn out to be better than the first match. Until now."
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