Ospina bounces in his corner, adjusting his singlet nervously, as he waits for his opponent to make his entrance. The lights dim and flash red -- this is not what Ospina expected. Where's the kiss cam? The roses? Instead it's intense, ominous music blasting as Garza struts out to the ring with the claw mark on his chest.
Ospina only feels some relief when Garza rips his wrap off revealing his short trunks that barely can contain his ass. A distraction, that prevents the pornstar from seeing the rage in Garza's eyes.
The bell rings and Garza charges at Ospina, striking him with his forearm, knocking him down. Garza stays on top of him, pounding away, as Ospina struggles to shield himself, stunned by the ambush. The next thing he knows he feels Garza's bicep around his neck -- the wrestler choking him in a side headlock. Somehow Ospina is able to stand back up, and with that finds the strength to to fight back. He squirms out of the headlock and then lifts Garza up, dropping him on his knee for a backbreaker. Garza crawls to the ropes, arching his back in pain, still surprised by the pornstar's counter attack. Seeing Garza's body on display delays Ospina from following up with more offense. It's only as Garza stands up that Ospina runs towards him, but by now Garza is ready for him. He lifts him up and hits a pop-up kick to Ospina's gut. The pornstar drops to his knees holding his stomach in pain, allowing Garza to knee him in the head. Ospina flops on his back and the wrestler goes for the cover, but only gets a one-count.
The two men stand up and square off again, both playing defense. They stare at each other, Ospina trying to see if he kind find that flirty lothario in Garza's eyes, but all he sees is focus and determination. Garza makes the first move, lunging at Ospina, but the pornstar dodges him and shoves him to the corner. He then runs after Garza and leaps up with a bodysplash, smushing him against the turnbuckles. So much for that focus and determination. Garza drops to his knees and crawls out of the corner only for Ospina to deliver a couple of sledgehammer blows to his back. Garza falls flat on the ring, his ass still shaking. Ospina licks his lips as he tugs at Garza's trunks, pulling him up and putting him in an abdominal stretch. Garza moans out, shaking his head, as Ospina drills his knuckles into his exposed ribs. Ospina might be a bit smaller than him, but he still carries a lot of muscle, and he's using them on him now. The wrestler grinds his ass back on Ospina, a wise distraction that allows him to counter with an elbow to the head, breaking free of the hold. Garza makes a run to the ropes, but when he rebounds back Ospina nails him with a dropkick. The pornstar rolls Garza on his back and tries for the pin, but Garza punches out after one.
Now it's Ospina who is focused, grabbing the wrestler's arm and getting him in a lock, trying to keep Garza tamed. But the wrestler, embarrassed by all the hits Ospina is getting in, pushes back, twisting out of the hold as he gets to his feet. He strikes the pornstar a few times and then whips him across the ring. When Ospina rebounds back the wrestler nails him with a superkick. Ospina staggers backward, waving his arms to prevent him from falling, but leaving him exposed to Garza's next attack. The wrestler grabs him with a double underhook and drops him down with a backbreaker. Ospina winces in pain, but scrambles to his feet to try and get away from Garza. The wrestler grabs him from behind and hits an inverted rebound suplex, planting Ospina in the middle of the ring. He hurries and picks Ospina up again from behind, his arms wrapped around the pornstar's waist. Ospina elbows him in the head, Garza's hands slide down across his crotch, feeling it harden to his touch. Ospina then wraps his arm around Garza's head and gets him with a bulldog. Garza rolls to the ropes before Ospina can try for a pin. The pornstar takes his time standing back up, adjusting his dick so it doesn't pitch a tent, giving the wrestler valuable time to recover. When Ospina comes for him, Garza kicks at him. Ospina catches his foot, but Garza hops up on his free leg and nails the pornstar in the head with a kick. Ospina stumbles over to the ropes, holding on to them to keep him upright. Garza comes from behind again, his crotch pressing up against Ospina's ass. He lifts him up with a German suplex, releasing him across the ring. Ospina sits up, dazed and disoriented, unaware that Garza is hurrying toward him. Garza drags Ospina to the middle of the ring where he lifts up Ospina and drops him down with a wing clipper. He slides on top of the pornstar, pressing his hands on his chest as the ref counts it out: "One, two, three."
"Look who's on the kiss cam," Ospina says in his broken English.
Garza turns around and sees Ospina pointing his cell phone at him as he approaches.
"No," Garza says, immediately regretting how harsh he sounds.
"Si," Ospina nuzzles his head next to Garza's, his warm breath tingling Garza's neck.
"That's not who I am anymore..."
"You're not lothario?" Ospina whispers.
Garza freezes, finding it impossible to resist.
Ospina licks down Garza's neck, making him shiver. Garza then pulls Ospina's head up to his and plants a kiss on his lips. Just as his tongue slides in Ospina's mouth they hear:
"Hey primo!"
Garza pulls away, wiping his mouth. He turns around just as his cousin, Carrillo, enters the locker room.
"Good match out there," Carrillo says, slapping Garza's back. "I told you once we changed our gimmick we'd win again. Become something our grandfather would be proud of."
"You're right," Garza says.
"Hurry up and get changed, so we can celebrate with some cervezas," Carrillo says.
"Right, right," Garza nods, not once looking back at Ospina because he doesn't want the pornstar to see his shame.
When Garza and Carrillo finally leave Ospina lets out a heavy sigh. He's been longing to top for a while now, and his best bet, Garza, just left him hanging. He shakes his head and heads back to his hotel room, hoping he'll run into someone on the way back. Unfortunately his trip back to the hotel is just as fruitless. So Ospina decides to take a long hot shower. The warm water feels good, easing the pain from the bumps and bruises he got during the match. He closes his eyes, thinking of Garza -- how smooth his skin felt, how he smelled so good, how his lips tasted -- and starts to stroke himself off.
"You're right," Garza says.
"Hurry up and get changed, so we can celebrate with some cervezas," Carrillo says.
"Right, right," Garza nods, not once looking back at Ospina because he doesn't want the pornstar to see his shame.
When Garza and Carrillo finally leave Ospina lets out a heavy sigh. He's been longing to top for a while now, and his best bet, Garza, just left him hanging. He shakes his head and heads back to his hotel room, hoping he'll run into someone on the way back. Unfortunately his trip back to the hotel is just as fruitless. So Ospina decides to take a long hot shower. The warm water feels good, easing the pain from the bumps and bruises he got during the match. He closes his eyes, thinking of Garza -- how smooth his skin felt, how he smelled so good, how his lips tasted -- and starts to stroke himself off.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Ospina turns the shower off as he hears another round of knocks on his door. He wonders who it could be as he throws on a robe. He opens the door and is greeted by Garza.
Now it's Ospina who is paralyzed with his jaw dropped. Garza steps into the room and shuts the door behind him, "Lo siento," Garza says, "But I couldn't risk having another fight with my cousin again."
Ospina nods, acting as if he understands what Garza is talking about. Garza stands at the end of Ospina's bed, "So, where did we leave off?"
Garza then rips his pants off. Instead of his tiny trunks underneath, he's completely naked. Ospina sheds his robe as he walks over and embraces Garza, their lips connecting again, Ospina tasting the beer from Garza's mouth. Garza pushes him back against the wall, giving him a forceful kiss as he presses up against him. Garza feels Ospina growing hard under his touch. "You like it when I touch you there?" One of Garza's hands slides down Ospina's side, resting on his hip. All that is able to escape Ospina is a soft whimper. Garza chuckles, "What about this?"
Garza squats down, dropping down until his face is lined with Ospina's dick. He opens his mouth and takes it all in, eliciting a small moan from Ospina, "Si..."
Then, gently, a hot, wet tongue slowly inches against the underside of his dick, causing Ospina's back muscles to tighten as he arches in surprise. “Mmm...”
Garza bobs his head back and forth, picking up his pace. Ospina gasps for breath, unsure of whether he wants to thrust his dick down the wrestler's throat or have him keep going. But the way Garza keeps blowing him, his tongue flicking against his tip and lavishing the underside, Ospina is too pleased to want to change anything, providing him with an answer.
"Ahhh, yes, SI!" Ospina moans, shamelessly loud, head tipped up to the ceiling, eyes rolling back.
Garza moans as well, faintly around the pornstar's cock, enjoying the way his dick feels in his throat. How Ospina's hands hold his head, fingers combing through his hair. How the sexy pornstar didn't want him to stop. How could he deny he's a lothario? How could he ever give this up?
Ospina directs Garza to the bed. The wrestler crawls on the right side, and arches his back, giving Ospina a clear view of his rear. Ospina admires Garza's ass, how thick and round it is, before spreading the cheeks open and seeing the wrestler's pulsing hole. It looks surprisingly tight for someone who has probably been fucked hundreds of times. Ospina laps his tongue across it, making the wrestler grunt, Garza resisting the urge to beg for more. Ospina can read his mind and kisses his hole, sliding his tongue in, flicking it inside him, giving Garza exactly what he wants. Even though Ospina hasn't topped in some time, he's eaten ass regularly, and from what he does with his tongue -- it shows.
Now it's Ospina who is paralyzed with his jaw dropped. Garza steps into the room and shuts the door behind him, "Lo siento," Garza says, "But I couldn't risk having another fight with my cousin again."
Ospina nods, acting as if he understands what Garza is talking about. Garza stands at the end of Ospina's bed, "So, where did we leave off?"
Garza then rips his pants off. Instead of his tiny trunks underneath, he's completely naked. Ospina sheds his robe as he walks over and embraces Garza, their lips connecting again, Ospina tasting the beer from Garza's mouth. Garza pushes him back against the wall, giving him a forceful kiss as he presses up against him. Garza feels Ospina growing hard under his touch. "You like it when I touch you there?" One of Garza's hands slides down Ospina's side, resting on his hip. All that is able to escape Ospina is a soft whimper. Garza chuckles, "What about this?"
Garza squats down, dropping down until his face is lined with Ospina's dick. He opens his mouth and takes it all in, eliciting a small moan from Ospina, "Si..."
Then, gently, a hot, wet tongue slowly inches against the underside of his dick, causing Ospina's back muscles to tighten as he arches in surprise. “Mmm...”
Garza bobs his head back and forth, picking up his pace. Ospina gasps for breath, unsure of whether he wants to thrust his dick down the wrestler's throat or have him keep going. But the way Garza keeps blowing him, his tongue flicking against his tip and lavishing the underside, Ospina is too pleased to want to change anything, providing him with an answer.
"Ahhh, yes, SI!" Ospina moans, shamelessly loud, head tipped up to the ceiling, eyes rolling back.
Garza moans as well, faintly around the pornstar's cock, enjoying the way his dick feels in his throat. How Ospina's hands hold his head, fingers combing through his hair. How the sexy pornstar didn't want him to stop. How could he deny he's a lothario? How could he ever give this up?
Ospina directs Garza to the bed. The wrestler crawls on the right side, and arches his back, giving Ospina a clear view of his rear. Ospina admires Garza's ass, how thick and round it is, before spreading the cheeks open and seeing the wrestler's pulsing hole. It looks surprisingly tight for someone who has probably been fucked hundreds of times. Ospina laps his tongue across it, making the wrestler grunt, Garza resisting the urge to beg for more. Ospina can read his mind and kisses his hole, sliding his tongue in, flicking it inside him, giving Garza exactly what he wants. Even though Ospina hasn't topped in some time, he's eaten ass regularly, and from what he does with his tongue -- it shows.
"Wait for it," Ospina smiles, gently stroking Garza's hair as he presses his cock a little harder against his hole, savoring the moment.
But Garza is done waiting and forces his hips back, enveloping the tip of his dick inside of his hole. Ospina stutters, as he feels how tight and hot and damn good Garza feels. And then with one swift, almost brutal snap of his hips, the pornstar slams his dick deep down to the hilt inside of Garza's heat.
"Ahhhhh...” Garza moans out, his scream a mixture of the pain and pleasure.
Garza contracts tight on Ospina's dick, whimpering and almost crying as it slithers back out, only to then be punishingly drilled back into again. And the wrestler can't get enough of it.
"Si, si," Ospina says, his vocabulary suddenly limited as his mind races over how incredible it feels to be the one fucking. How it's been far too long. He doesn't even remember whom he last topped. But now, looking at Garza and his ass, there's no way he'll forget about this time. He continues with a steady rhythm for who knows how long, until he's ready for a new position.
He flips Garza over and reaches for his leg and hooking it over his shoulder. The two men gasp in tandem as he sinks in deeper. Garza loves staring up at the pornstar as he pounds into him, seeing his muscles clench, the beads of sweat dripping down his skin. It's a visual overload and, yet, still Garza shivers, hips rising up from the mattress, whining for him to go deeper.
Ospina replies with a hoarse, breathless laugh as he arches his back, hips snapping at a hard angle into Garza's awaiting asshole. Garza would never have believed that Ospina hadn't topped in months, not with how he moves, gyrating his dick, getting him in all the right spots.
Hearing Garza react to him fuels Ospina's confidence, not that he had too many concerns or doubts about topping. All he can think about is how could he have gone for so long from topping? Did it always feel this good or is it just Garza's beautiful, thick ass that makes him feel like he's in heaven? Suddenly a particularly severe contraction causes Ospina's cock to jump inside of Garza. The pornstar groans low, desperately clutching at Garza's shoulder for leverage, as he feels lightheaded already.
Garza smirks, "Maybe I should take you for a ride now?"
Ospina pulls Garza's legs off his shoulders and nods. He takes his place in the middle of the bed and holds his dick up as Garza squats over it, his back to Ospina.
"Ohhhhh..." Garza moans as he sinks all the way down until Ospina's balls are rubbing against his ass. "Fuck yeah."
The wrestler bounces on the dick, twerking his ass, giving Ospina a complete show. The pornstar is in awe of the wrestler's moves, more than happy to have Garza take command. And though he can't see Garza's face, he sees a faint reflection of him on the TV screen, and most notably his bright smile. As Garza rides Ospina's dick he also sees his reflection in the TV screen. Garza smiles at his reflection, liking how good he looks, almost wishing this were on camera. But then he sees Carrillo's reflection shaking his head. Panicked, he glances behind him looking to see if cousin had somehow sneaked into the room, but he's not there. He plays his sudden reaction off, smiling down at Ospina, "You like?"
Ospina slaps Garza's ass with an enthusiastic yes. The wrestler faces forward again, looking at his reflection in the TV. Is this who he is? A submissive bottom? Sure, it feels good, but couldn't he be more?
He climbs off Ospina and turns around to face him. Ospina has a look in his eyes, wondering what's wrong. Garza grabs the pornstar's legs and rolls him up, pinning them to Ospina's shoulders as he presses into him. Nothing's wrong. Not anymore.
"Ohhhh..." Ospina's eyes flutter as he feels Garza get deep in him.
Ospina hadn't expected to bottom, but he's glad he still prepared for this, as Garza's dick thrusting in and out of him feels better than the last time he got fucked. It makes him wonder: Did he need to top first to get more pleasure from bottoming or is Garza's dick, like his ass, just that good? Ospina doesn't know, but feeling the wrestler's dick rock back and forth inside him, he clasps the bed sheets in his hands, ready for whatever Garza has in store for him. Another deep, harsh thrust, and Ospina's vision whitens, but the afterimage of Garza stays fresh in his mind. When his vision clears, Garza is still there, still gasping, still fucking him like crazy, full of energy.
Staring down at Ospina's face, Garza realizes he's made the right move to top, feeling more himself. There's something in Ospina's red, gasping face, his soft, flushed skin, his dark eyes sparkling every time Garza's cock slams into his core. No matter how deep, how strong, how fast he goes, Ospina licks his lips, asking for more. And hearing Ospina's voice makes Garza push himself harder, faster into the pornstar, milking him for all those beautiful sounds he makes as Garza fucks him.
Indeed, below him, Ospina is writhing, twisting, moaning and crying rhapsodic against the pillows beneath his head as the wrestler fucks him. It's like he has never been fucked before. His eyes are open, but glaze over with pleasure, only able to see for a moment before Garza's thick, full dick drills powerfully into his core again, blinding him all over again. In the moments he sees clearly he notices everything: how Garza's muscles tensed, in his chest and even his belly, contracting and rising and falling the deeper and more ragged the wrestler's breaths become. Then Garza brushes his cock over the most sensitive bundle of nerves in Ospina's body, spreading through him, sparking up every nerve ending he has. The pornstar arches his back and moans loud, nearly screaming, "Angel!"
Shivers race down Garza's back as he realizes he's approaching his climax too. He holds his angle, fucking harder into the pornstar, watching as Ospina's eyes roll back again and again. The pornstar's hand slaps on his chest, pressing gently against him as he approaches the edge. Garza feels his dick twitch inside, any second now.
“AAAHH!!!” Ospina's back arches up stiffly as his cock surrenders, spraying hot seed all over Garza's chest.
Garza follows him headlong in a second, all the way down, his eyes nearly rolling away into his skull as his dick gives one last hard pulse before spilling hard into Ospina. The same thought runs through both their minds: That felt fucking amazing.
After a few mere seconds that feel like eternity, Garza collapses dizzily on top of Ospina beneath him. Ospina wraps his arms around him, squeezing Garza's ass, happy to have had a taste of it, but accepting the fact that he lives to bottom.
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