Uemura comes out to the arena pumped, pounding his chest with his fists ready for action. Lately when he wrestles he has Hendry in his corner, but Hendry has been so busy chasing after Kenny King, that Uemura is now alone. It doesn't bother him that Hendry isn't there to watch him, as he's ready to wrestle for himself now. In the ring is his similarly-sized opponent, Jackson, wearing tight silver trunks, possessing a similar look as Hendry. Uemura doesn't really get a chance to compare him to Hendry as the bell rings to start their match right when Uemura climbs into the ring.
Uemura comes at Jackson with a couple of blows to the head, which Jackson is only able to stop with a cheap poke in the eyes. The wrestler holds his face, turning away, his guard down. When he faces Jackson the pornstar hits him with a dropkick. Uemura falls on his butt, but immediately scrambles back up only for Jackson to come grab him and knee him in the gut. He then grabs Uemura by the head and the back waistband of his trunks and throws him at the turnbuckles. Uemura sits in the corner, head spinning as Jackson flexes his biceps, taunting him. Uemura shakes his head, feeling a little embarrassed that he's getting beaten and actually grateful Hendry isn't there to see this. Jackson steps toward him and grabs the top rope as he stomps at the fallen wrestler, stuffing him in the corner, until the ref forces him to back away. Jackson raises his hands innocently, while Uemura uses the ropes to pull himself upright, not buying it at all. Jackson then charges toward the corner and goes for a spear, but Uemura rolls out of the way and the pornstar's shoulder eats the post. Jackson remains bent over, stuck in the corner, so Uemura rolls back over and flips him over for the pin. One. Two. thr-- Jackson smushes Uemura's head with his legs getting him to break the pin in time.
Uemura stands back up first, trying to get the pep back in his step. He pulls Jackson toward him, putting him in a fireman's carry. As the wrestler moves to the center of the ring, the pornstar slips free behind him. Uemura immediately turns around, only to get a fist to the face. He staggers back, hurt from the blow, and Jackson advances with another strike, taking him to the ropes. Jackson whips Uemura across the ring. The wrestler rebounds back, picking up speed, and leaps up with a flying forearm, knocking Jackson down. Uemura hops up, flipping his hair out of his face so he can get a clear view of his opponent. He then grabs Jackson from the side and hits a saito suplex. He kneels over to Jackson, rolling him on his back for the cover, but only gets a two-count.
Uemura stands back up first, trying to get the pep back in his step. He pulls Jackson toward him, putting him in a fireman's carry. As the wrestler moves to the center of the ring, the pornstar slips free behind him. Uemura immediately turns around, only to get a fist to the face. He staggers back, hurt from the blow, and Jackson advances with another strike, taking him to the ropes. Jackson whips Uemura across the ring. The wrestler rebounds back, picking up speed, and leaps up with a flying forearm, knocking Jackson down. Uemura hops up, flipping his hair out of his face so he can get a clear view of his opponent. He then grabs Jackson from the side and hits a saito suplex. He kneels over to Jackson, rolling him on his back for the cover, but only gets a two-count.
The two men take their time getting up, both hesitant to make the first move. Slowly, Uemura and Jackson advance toward each other waiting for the other to attack. Ultimately it's Jackson who lunges toward his opponent first, but Uemura hits him with an arm drag takedown. Jackson scrambles back up and walks right into another arm drag. He then grabs Jackson in a side headlock, squeezing his arm around the pornstar's head. Jackson moves toward the corner, trying to get Uemura off of him, but the wrestler hops on the turnbuckles and leaps, getting him with a bulldog. Jackson wobbles on his hands and knees trying to get his bearing before standing up, giving Uemura an opening. The wrestler leans over him, wrapping his arms around Jackson's torso and lifts him up with a German suplex. Jackson screams out in pain as he sits up, rubbing his back. Uemura then rams his knee into the pornstar's back to make him really feel it. That motivates Jackson to hurry up and get back up. Uemura charges at him with a lariat, but Jackson ducks the attack. When they both turn to face each other Jackson kicks Uemura in the gut and lifts him up with a powerbomb. Still dazed from the earlier attacks, it takes the pornstar a couple seconds to climb on top of Uemura for the pin, and because of that only gets a two-count.
Uemura and Jackson stare each other down again before coming at one another trading blows. Jackson stops the back and forth by stomping on Uemura's foot and then grabbing him by the head and nailing a neckbreaker. He then grabs Uemura's legs and puts him a Boston crab, hoping to get the wrestler to submit. But Uemura refuses to tap out, despite the agony in his cries. He can feel Jackson's bubbly ass rub against him as he fights the urge to tap out. He takes a breath and then twerks his ass back, providing an erotic distraction for him to quickly squirm toward the ropes and force Jackson to break the hold. Although he free him from the hold, Jackson doesn't let Uemura get up, coming over and stomping on him, keeping him down on the ring. He then takes his time going up to the corner turnbuckle for a high-risk move. He leaps for a moonsault, but Uemura rolls away at the last second and Jackson takes the hard fall. Uemura picks Jackson up and traps his arms getting him with a butterfly suplex. The wrestler pins Jackson down, hoping it's enough, but the pornstar lifts his shoulder before the three-count.
Uemura isn't frustrated though, he is determined. And now he knows what it's going to take to put Jackson away. He waits for Jackson to get up and then runs to the ropes, hitting a springboard crossbody, landing on top of Jackson. Uemura then goes to the corner, wasting not time climbing to the top turnbuckles. Just as Jackson gets up again Uemura hits a diving crossbody and stays on top of him getting the hard fought three-count victory.
Uemura is tired of hearing about Hendry's obsession with King. Every day Hendry talks about King. All day long.
"I saw King go to the gym."
"I think King was checking me out."
"I wonder if he still has his stripper moves."
Yet Hendry says nothing about Uemura, not even when he's always there popping up behind Hendry when he says his name. So now Uemura is done waiting for Hendry to pay attention to him, which is why when he returns to the locker room he goes straight to Jackson and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss. It doesn't even matter that Hendry isn't there to witness it, it just feels so fucking good to have someone want to kiss him back, which Jackson does. Jackson pushes Uemura's hair away from his forehead as he pins the wrestler up against the wall, giving him sucking kisses that have Uemura shivering and clinging to him while soft little breathy noises coming out of his mouth. When Jackson pulls away all Uemura can says is, "Whoa!"
The wrestler then moves his mouth down, tongue running over one of Jackson's hard, pink nipples, closing around it and sucking at him. Jackson sighs heavily, holding Uemura's head to his chest, loving what his tongue is doing to him. Uemura has lost count of many times he's wanted to do this to Hendry's nipples, and now he's doing it to Jackson, who only seems to encourage him to keep going. When Uemura pulls back, he wipes the saliva off his mouth, slightly embarrassed that he might have gone a little too hard with his uncontrolled impulse on Jackson's pecs. When he finally looks at Jackson's eyes agains, he sees that Jackson is only hornier than ever. He slide his trunks off and looks at Uemura.
"Need help with yours?"
As soon as they enter Uemura's hotel room both men stripe naked as though it's a race. And in a way they are racing, racing to pick up where they left off. Jackson sits on the end of the bed and pulls Uemura onto his lap, onto his dick. His fingers claw at his ass, squeezing and groping him as he gives him little thrusts.
"Ahhhh..." Uemura sighs, feeling the warmth in him.
"Yeah, feel good?" Jackson asks, rubbing his hand up and down Uemura's smooth chest.
The wrestler nods then rocks himself forward, gyrating on the dick.
"Whoa," Jackson, surprised by Uemura's movement, sticks both hands out behind him to keep himself upright.
The wrestler blushes and resumes bouncing on the dick, really throwing his weight on Jackson.
"Ahhh ahhhhh AHHHH..." his voice gets louder as he goes.
Jackson can't muster the strength to keep himself propped up and falls on his back. Uemura keeps going, riding him while fucking his dick between Jackson's hairy chest, leaving a trail of pre-cum. The pornstar's nipples gets hard again and he looks up at Uemura, watching the wrestler's facial expressions.
"Uhh, uhhh, yeah..." Uemura's breaths grow heavy.
"You don't have to go so fast, unless you have somewhere else you need to be?" Jackson says.
"Yes, fast," Uemura's response is ambiguous as to whether he understood Jackson.
Jackson squeezes his waist and takes over, bouncing Uemura on his dick. He slams the wrestler all the way down on him and looks up seeing Uemura's jaw dangling open, no sound coming out.
"You like?"
Uemura nods and bounces up and down on him, taking control over again. He uses his whole body as he rides Jackson, like he's trying to break the bed. The bed is solid though, not even making a squeak under the weight of the two muscle men, much to Uemura's dismay.
He slides off Jackson and tells him, "My turn," while waving his finger around, directing Jackson to change positions.
Jackson crawls to the center of the bed, ass facing the wrestler, nice and plump, looking extra thick from the way he's arching his back. Uemura lines up and pushes in. Jackson is tight and hot around him, squeezing a little, like he's trying to pull Uemura in. The wrestler's hands fall to his hips and he gives that first thrust, groaning at the feeling of Jackson's ass around him.
"Ohhhhh..." Uemura is so loud that one could mistaken him for still bottoming.
He rubs Jackson's hips as he pumps his cock in him, Jackson's cheeks clapping together louder as he builds up his momentum.
The pornstar, all tight, wet and hot, clenches up around Uemura as the wrestler angles his hips to hit his prostate. And then after one swift thrust, Jackson jerks forward, his cock leaking. While he breathes heavily, he is otherwise relatively quiet.
Too quiet for Uemura.
The wrestler smacks Jackson's ass, again, much harder the second time. Jackson glances back with a grin, suppressing a chuckle. Uemura slaps the cheeks again and pounds into Jackson, but there's no sound out of Jackson's lips. So he moves on and pulls on Jackson's hair, tilting his head up as he rails into him again and again. "Ahhh, fuck," Jackson finally moans.
Uemura fucks him harder, hoping to make Jackson moan louder, but Jackson stays quiet.
"Uhhhh uhhhhh," Uemura grunts, louder than Jackson's moans, thinking that could be the spark that lights a fire in Jackson.
Still Jackson doesn't reply back with any noises himself. So Uemura has another idea. He pulls out of the pornstar and directs him to stand up. He then pushes Jackson against the wall that separates his room from Hendry's and quickly resumes fucking him. He keeps one hand on the side of Jackson's head, pinning it against the wall as his other hand holds Jackson's behind the pornstar's back.
"Ohh ohhh," Jackson groans through the mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Yeah, take my dick!" Uemura barks. "Take it!"
The picture frames on the wall begin to shake from the fucking, Uemura maintaining his brutal pace.
"AHHHHHH!" Jackson finally lets out what can be considered a scream.
"Yeah?"
Jackson nods as he swallows, seemingly embarrassed about the noise he made, not realizing that it's fueling Uemura.
"Say name!" Uemura demands as he snaps his hips.
"Ahhh--- Jonas..."
"No, say my name!"
"Yuya."
"Louder!"
"Yuya!"
"LOUDER!"
"YUYYAAAAAAA!" Jackson screams into the wall.
There's no way Hendry didn't hear that, Uemura thinks, pleased with himself. But he has another idea and so he abruptly pulls out and spins Jackson around so the pornstar's back is pressed against the wall. He then turns himself around and rams his ass back at Jackson's groin. The pornstar aims his dick, getting it in Uemura on his second try. The wrestler then pushes himself back and forth on the dick, each time he thrusts his hips back, he squeezes Jackson against the wall.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhh!" Uemura moans out with each penetration.
Jackson is struck with awe watching Uemura work his dick and being the ultimate power bottom. He fights the urge to snap his hips and take over, enjoying everything Uemura is doing with his ass, twerking it on his cock. A few more thrusts and a picture falls off the wall, the glass cracking on the dresser below. That doesn't stop Uemura, who keeps pressing back to take all of Jackson in him.
Next door, Hendry hears the picture fall and hops out of bed, wondering if Uemura is ok. He heard someone scream Uemura's name and wonders if there's a fight going on next door. He waits, ear pressed against the wall, trying to listen for clues. At first he doesn't hear anything, but then he holds his breath and can hear the faint sound of skin clapping together. And with his ear really pressed against the wall he hears Uemura grunt, "UHHHHH!"
It still sounds like it could be a scuffle happening in the room next door, so Hendry knocks on the door that connects their rooms, "Yuya? You okay in there?"
There's no reply. That's because Jackson and Uemura are now both loud enough that all outside noises are drowned out.
"God, I just want to fuck your ass," Jackson confesses.
"Come," Uemura steps out to the hotel balcony. "Fuck out here."
The wrestler bends over so his upper body hangs over a balcony railing, while he shakes his ass for dick. Jackson's dick soon feels like its at home when it re-enters him.
"UGHHHHH YEAH!" Uemura's voice blasts out to the world.
Hendry can hear it from next door and steps out of his balcony, only to see a giant smile on the wrestler's face as he gets fucked.
"Yeah, give me, give me!" Uemura begs for all of Jackson's dick.
The pornstar drills into him, unaware that Hendry is watching them both from his balcony, his hand sliding in his waistband to stroke his cock. Hendry didn't know Uemura had this in him. But he freezes mid-jerk when he sees Uemura twists his head his way, lock eyes with him, and then winks.
Finally Uemura has Hendry's attention, but with how Jackson's fucking him, he doesn't even care any more. He only wants Hendry to fully realize what he's missed out on. Uemura pulls himself straight and turns around to give Jackson a long, passionate kiss before returning to their room, out of Hendry's view. But he leaves the balcony door open just so Hendry can hear everything.
Uemura falls on the bed on his back, pulling his legs up, inviting Jackson back in him once again. The pornstar sits on his knees and begins pumping his dick back and forth in him with short, rapid-fire strokes that leave Uemura trembling.
"Oh, yeah, fuck me..." the wrestler's voice vibrates.
Jackson grips Uemura's cock as he continues jackrabbiting him, stroking it just as fast. Both men are hot, sweaty, and close. And they know it. Jackson is moaning out so loud that Uemura knows that not only Hendry, but anyone outside their room can hear him, not that that matters anymore. The only thing that matters is his orgasm, reaching its full potential. He keeps his eyes open as he shoots off so hard that spurts of pearly white reached Jackson's hairy chest pecs, making even more of a mess of himself. Jackson wipes it off with his fingers and licks them clean as he buries in his cock all the way into Uemura and unloads in him.
"Yaaaaaaa..." he sighs, shaking as he continues to fuck him.
Finally finished, he collapses on top of the wrestler, grinning from ear to ear. He kisses down Uemura's neck, in all the spots that the wrestler likes it. Uemura isn't even thinking about Hendry anymore, or imagining what he's doing. He doesn't need Hendry, not when he has Jackson here with him.
Quite the choice between these two studs, but if I were to pick I'd go with the pornstar, Jackson, and his bubbly ass.
Uemura and Jackson stare each other down again before coming at one another trading blows. Jackson stops the back and forth by stomping on Uemura's foot and then grabbing him by the head and nailing a neckbreaker. He then grabs Uemura's legs and puts him a Boston crab, hoping to get the wrestler to submit. But Uemura refuses to tap out, despite the agony in his cries. He can feel Jackson's bubbly ass rub against him as he fights the urge to tap out. He takes a breath and then twerks his ass back, providing an erotic distraction for him to quickly squirm toward the ropes and force Jackson to break the hold. Although he free him from the hold, Jackson doesn't let Uemura get up, coming over and stomping on him, keeping him down on the ring. He then takes his time going up to the corner turnbuckle for a high-risk move. He leaps for a moonsault, but Uemura rolls away at the last second and Jackson takes the hard fall. Uemura picks Jackson up and traps his arms getting him with a butterfly suplex. The wrestler pins Jackson down, hoping it's enough, but the pornstar lifts his shoulder before the three-count.
Uemura isn't frustrated though, he is determined. And now he knows what it's going to take to put Jackson away. He waits for Jackson to get up and then runs to the ropes, hitting a springboard crossbody, landing on top of Jackson. Uemura then goes to the corner, wasting not time climbing to the top turnbuckles. Just as Jackson gets up again Uemura hits a diving crossbody and stays on top of him getting the hard fought three-count victory.
"I saw King go to the gym."
"I think King was checking me out."
"I wonder if he still has his stripper moves."
Yet Hendry says nothing about Uemura, not even when he's always there popping up behind Hendry when he says his name. So now Uemura is done waiting for Hendry to pay attention to him, which is why when he returns to the locker room he goes straight to Jackson and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss. It doesn't even matter that Hendry isn't there to witness it, it just feels so fucking good to have someone want to kiss him back, which Jackson does. Jackson pushes Uemura's hair away from his forehead as he pins the wrestler up against the wall, giving him sucking kisses that have Uemura shivering and clinging to him while soft little breathy noises coming out of his mouth. When Jackson pulls away all Uemura can says is, "Whoa!"
The wrestler then moves his mouth down, tongue running over one of Jackson's hard, pink nipples, closing around it and sucking at him. Jackson sighs heavily, holding Uemura's head to his chest, loving what his tongue is doing to him. Uemura has lost count of many times he's wanted to do this to Hendry's nipples, and now he's doing it to Jackson, who only seems to encourage him to keep going. When Uemura pulls back, he wipes the saliva off his mouth, slightly embarrassed that he might have gone a little too hard with his uncontrolled impulse on Jackson's pecs. When he finally looks at Jackson's eyes agains, he sees that Jackson is only hornier than ever. He slide his trunks off and looks at Uemura.
"Need help with yours?"
Before the wrestler can responds Jackson tugs on Uemura's trunks, sliding them down his thighs to his ankles, freeing the wrestler's now erect cock. Jackson licks him, tasting the salty, strange taste of Uemura's pre-cum, and then leans up a little more to take the head of the wrestler's cock into his mouth.
"Ohhh," Uemura chokes out, pressing his hands on Jackson's shoulders.
"Ohhh," Uemura chokes out, pressing his hands on Jackson's shoulders.
"Sensitive?" Jackson asks.
Uemura nods, not realizing just how sensitive he is. He closes his eyes and Jackson continues, lips wrapped around the head of his cock, suckling softly. The wrestler imagines it's Hendry on his knees in front of him with his dick in his mouth. He likes the way the Scottish hunk holds a microphone and imagines his handling of a dick would be even better. As Uemura is lost in his fantasies Jackson moves to take more of Uemura in, pressing his hands on the wrestler's thighs, and then bobbing his head back and forth.
"Ahhhh," Uemura sighs, rubbing his fingers through Jackson's hair. "Yes, Joe-- Jonas..."
There's a little pop and Jackson turns his head to the side and upwards, eyes glazed and lips wet, looking like an absolute dream. “You good?”
"Yeah..." Uemura replies, feeling slightly guilty that he's picturing Hendry when Jackson looks so fucking hot below him.
Jackson takes more of his cock into his mouth, sending shivers right down his spine, shocky pleasure that is so hot that he keeps his eyes open to watch. Jackson bobs his head faster, one hand even playing with Uemura's balls. It's so much that Uemura's hips start moving forward. He holds Jackson's head still and fucks his face while Jackson beats his own dick. The pornstar makes those sexy gagging noises, almost like he's trying to exaggerate them for Uemura's pleasure. The wrestler grunts and then pulls his dick away from Jackson's lips.
"You want to come?" Jackson asks.
"No. Not yet," Uemura says, pulling Jackson back up. "First we fuck."
Uemura nods, not realizing just how sensitive he is. He closes his eyes and Jackson continues, lips wrapped around the head of his cock, suckling softly. The wrestler imagines it's Hendry on his knees in front of him with his dick in his mouth. He likes the way the Scottish hunk holds a microphone and imagines his handling of a dick would be even better. As Uemura is lost in his fantasies Jackson moves to take more of Uemura in, pressing his hands on the wrestler's thighs, and then bobbing his head back and forth.
"Ahhhh," Uemura sighs, rubbing his fingers through Jackson's hair. "Yes, Joe-- Jonas..."
There's a little pop and Jackson turns his head to the side and upwards, eyes glazed and lips wet, looking like an absolute dream. “You good?”
"Yeah..." Uemura replies, feeling slightly guilty that he's picturing Hendry when Jackson looks so fucking hot below him.
Jackson takes more of his cock into his mouth, sending shivers right down his spine, shocky pleasure that is so hot that he keeps his eyes open to watch. Jackson bobs his head faster, one hand even playing with Uemura's balls. It's so much that Uemura's hips start moving forward. He holds Jackson's head still and fucks his face while Jackson beats his own dick. The pornstar makes those sexy gagging noises, almost like he's trying to exaggerate them for Uemura's pleasure. The wrestler grunts and then pulls his dick away from Jackson's lips.
"You want to come?" Jackson asks.
"No. Not yet," Uemura says, pulling Jackson back up. "First we fuck."
"When you pinned me in the ring, all I could think about was having this cock in me," Jackson confesses as their dicks rub together. "But better late than never..."
"Not here," Uemura whispers. "My room."
"Not here," Uemura whispers. "My room."
"Ahhhh..." Uemura sighs, feeling the warmth in him.
"Yeah, feel good?" Jackson asks, rubbing his hand up and down Uemura's smooth chest.
The wrestler nods then rocks himself forward, gyrating on the dick.
"Whoa," Jackson, surprised by Uemura's movement, sticks both hands out behind him to keep himself upright.
The wrestler blushes and resumes bouncing on the dick, really throwing his weight on Jackson.
"Ahhh ahhhhh AHHHH..." his voice gets louder as he goes.
Jackson can't muster the strength to keep himself propped up and falls on his back. Uemura keeps going, riding him while fucking his dick between Jackson's hairy chest, leaving a trail of pre-cum. The pornstar's nipples gets hard again and he looks up at Uemura, watching the wrestler's facial expressions.
"Uhh, uhhh, yeah..." Uemura's breaths grow heavy.
"You don't have to go so fast, unless you have somewhere else you need to be?" Jackson says.
"Yes, fast," Uemura's response is ambiguous as to whether he understood Jackson.
Jackson squeezes his waist and takes over, bouncing Uemura on his dick. He slams the wrestler all the way down on him and looks up seeing Uemura's jaw dangling open, no sound coming out.
"You like?"
Uemura nods and bounces up and down on him, taking control over again. He uses his whole body as he rides Jackson, like he's trying to break the bed. The bed is solid though, not even making a squeak under the weight of the two muscle men, much to Uemura's dismay.
He slides off Jackson and tells him, "My turn," while waving his finger around, directing Jackson to change positions.
Jackson crawls to the center of the bed, ass facing the wrestler, nice and plump, looking extra thick from the way he's arching his back. Uemura lines up and pushes in. Jackson is tight and hot around him, squeezing a little, like he's trying to pull Uemura in. The wrestler's hands fall to his hips and he gives that first thrust, groaning at the feeling of Jackson's ass around him.
"Ohhhhh..." Uemura is so loud that one could mistaken him for still bottoming.
He rubs Jackson's hips as he pumps his cock in him, Jackson's cheeks clapping together louder as he builds up his momentum.
The pornstar, all tight, wet and hot, clenches up around Uemura as the wrestler angles his hips to hit his prostate. And then after one swift thrust, Jackson jerks forward, his cock leaking. While he breathes heavily, he is otherwise relatively quiet.
Too quiet for Uemura.
The wrestler smacks Jackson's ass, again, much harder the second time. Jackson glances back with a grin, suppressing a chuckle. Uemura slaps the cheeks again and pounds into Jackson, but there's no sound out of Jackson's lips. So he moves on and pulls on Jackson's hair, tilting his head up as he rails into him again and again. "Ahhh, fuck," Jackson finally moans.
Uemura fucks him harder, hoping to make Jackson moan louder, but Jackson stays quiet.
"Uhhhh uhhhhh," Uemura grunts, louder than Jackson's moans, thinking that could be the spark that lights a fire in Jackson.
Still Jackson doesn't reply back with any noises himself. So Uemura has another idea. He pulls out of the pornstar and directs him to stand up. He then pushes Jackson against the wall that separates his room from Hendry's and quickly resumes fucking him. He keeps one hand on the side of Jackson's head, pinning it against the wall as his other hand holds Jackson's behind the pornstar's back.
"Ohh ohhh," Jackson groans through the mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Yeah, take my dick!" Uemura barks. "Take it!"
The picture frames on the wall begin to shake from the fucking, Uemura maintaining his brutal pace.
"AHHHHHH!" Jackson finally lets out what can be considered a scream.
"Yeah?"
Jackson nods as he swallows, seemingly embarrassed about the noise he made, not realizing that it's fueling Uemura.
"Say name!" Uemura demands as he snaps his hips.
"Ahhh--- Jonas..."
"No, say my name!"
"Yuya."
"Louder!"
"Yuya!"
"LOUDER!"
"YUYYAAAAAAA!" Jackson screams into the wall.
There's no way Hendry didn't hear that, Uemura thinks, pleased with himself. But he has another idea and so he abruptly pulls out and spins Jackson around so the pornstar's back is pressed against the wall. He then turns himself around and rams his ass back at Jackson's groin. The pornstar aims his dick, getting it in Uemura on his second try. The wrestler then pushes himself back and forth on the dick, each time he thrusts his hips back, he squeezes Jackson against the wall.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhh!" Uemura moans out with each penetration.
Jackson is struck with awe watching Uemura work his dick and being the ultimate power bottom. He fights the urge to snap his hips and take over, enjoying everything Uemura is doing with his ass, twerking it on his cock. A few more thrusts and a picture falls off the wall, the glass cracking on the dresser below. That doesn't stop Uemura, who keeps pressing back to take all of Jackson in him.
Next door, Hendry hears the picture fall and hops out of bed, wondering if Uemura is ok. He heard someone scream Uemura's name and wonders if there's a fight going on next door. He waits, ear pressed against the wall, trying to listen for clues. At first he doesn't hear anything, but then he holds his breath and can hear the faint sound of skin clapping together. And with his ear really pressed against the wall he hears Uemura grunt, "UHHHHH!"
It still sounds like it could be a scuffle happening in the room next door, so Hendry knocks on the door that connects their rooms, "Yuya? You okay in there?"
There's no reply. That's because Jackson and Uemura are now both loud enough that all outside noises are drowned out.
"God, I just want to fuck your ass," Jackson confesses.
"Come," Uemura steps out to the hotel balcony. "Fuck out here."
The wrestler bends over so his upper body hangs over a balcony railing, while he shakes his ass for dick. Jackson's dick soon feels like its at home when it re-enters him.
"UGHHHHH YEAH!" Uemura's voice blasts out to the world.
Hendry can hear it from next door and steps out of his balcony, only to see a giant smile on the wrestler's face as he gets fucked.
"Yeah, give me, give me!" Uemura begs for all of Jackson's dick.
The pornstar drills into him, unaware that Hendry is watching them both from his balcony, his hand sliding in his waistband to stroke his cock. Hendry didn't know Uemura had this in him. But he freezes mid-jerk when he sees Uemura twists his head his way, lock eyes with him, and then winks.
Finally Uemura has Hendry's attention, but with how Jackson's fucking him, he doesn't even care any more. He only wants Hendry to fully realize what he's missed out on. Uemura pulls himself straight and turns around to give Jackson a long, passionate kiss before returning to their room, out of Hendry's view. But he leaves the balcony door open just so Hendry can hear everything.
Uemura falls on the bed on his back, pulling his legs up, inviting Jackson back in him once again. The pornstar sits on his knees and begins pumping his dick back and forth in him with short, rapid-fire strokes that leave Uemura trembling.
"Oh, yeah, fuck me..." the wrestler's voice vibrates.
Jackson grips Uemura's cock as he continues jackrabbiting him, stroking it just as fast. Both men are hot, sweaty, and close. And they know it. Jackson is moaning out so loud that Uemura knows that not only Hendry, but anyone outside their room can hear him, not that that matters anymore. The only thing that matters is his orgasm, reaching its full potential. He keeps his eyes open as he shoots off so hard that spurts of pearly white reached Jackson's hairy chest pecs, making even more of a mess of himself. Jackson wipes it off with his fingers and licks them clean as he buries in his cock all the way into Uemura and unloads in him.
"Yaaaaaaa..." he sighs, shaking as he continues to fuck him.
Finally finished, he collapses on top of the wrestler, grinning from ear to ear. He kisses down Uemura's neck, in all the spots that the wrestler likes it. Uemura isn't even thinking about Hendry anymore, or imagining what he's doing. He doesn't need Hendry, not when he has Jackson here with him.
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