It's been a while since Bowens has had a singles match as he's been booked for tag matches or trio matches as of late. As much as he likes getting in the ring with Caster or Gunn, he's excited for the chance show off what he can do on his own.
Across the ring, is Todd in a white and blue singlet, trying to look like he can pose a threat even though Bowens has almost a twenty pound advantage over him.
The bell dings and the two men draw to the center of the ring, arms raised to lock up. Bowens grabs at Todd first and hits a combo strikes to his head finishing it with a bionic elbow, knocking the pornstar down flat. He tugs on Todd's singlet straps to pick him back up and hits him with an Olympic slam. He crawls on top of Todd for the pin, but the pornstar punches out after a one-count, not willing to go quite so easily.
Bowens walks over to the corner and gestures to the crowd, eating up their cheers. When he turns back to Todd the pornstar is standing up and ready for him, poking him in the eyes. Bowens holds his face and backs away, but Todd comes at him with a clothesline. Bowens scrambles back up despite his vision still being blurry. Todd nails him with a punch to the head. Bowens wobbles back, but regains his balance and swings at Todd. The pornstar dodges the strike and counters with another blow. He then scoops Bowens up and slams him down. Bowens rolls away before Todd can hit him again, but when he's up on one knee the pornstar is already grabbing at him. Todd pulls him in and hits a ripcord cutter. He crawls between Bowens's legs for the pin, but the wrestler shoves him off after barely a one-count.
Bowens stands back up looking to take control again, but Todd is on his feet before him and jumps up and hits him with a dropkick. Bowens stumbles back into the ropes. He gets his bearings and runs at Todd, but the pornstar bends down and gets him with a spinebuster. He then grabs Bowens's legs trying to lift him up for a powerbomb, but the wrestler grabs the ropes, keeping him from doing so. Todd releases Bowens and steps back, allowing the wrestler to stand back up. He hits a couple of backhands across Bowens's chest and gets him in a waistlock. Bowens tries to break free, but Todd yanks him back, their bodies smashing together. Bowens tries to elbow Todd, but he ducks the strike and spins Bowens around. He then lifts him up and drops him on his knee for an atomic drop. Bowens's mouth hangs open in pain, as the wrestler holds his crotch leaving himself vulnerable to an attack. Todd swats Bowens's hands away and grabs at the wrestler's crotch himself, asking him if that feels better. Bowens smacks Todd to get him to let go of his groin. Todd whips Bowens across the ring and knees him in the gut when he rebounds back. Bowens takes his time getting up, but as soon as he's on his feet he charges at Todd and hits him with a shoulder block. Todd flails his arms to keep his balance. Bowens hits him with a couple of kicks and then runs to the ropes. He rebounds back and leapfrogs over him, hitting Todd with a fameasser. The pornstar falls down holding his head as Bowens grabs his legs and goes for another pin. One. Two. Thr-- Todd kicks out before the three-count.
Bowens takes some heavy breaths, trying to keep cool even though he knows that should have been a three-count. The two men stand at the same time. Bowens grabs at Todd looking like he's going for a chokeslam, but Todd elbows him in the head a few times, getting him to let go. Todd then runs back to the ropes and springs off them with a crossbody, but Bowens catches him in his arms. He squeezes his hand on Todd's ass before spinning him around and planting him down in the center of the ring. Todd crawls away to the corner, trying to pull himself up with the ropes. In the opposite corner, Bowens fires himself up waiting for the right moment. And then he goes. Sprinting across the ring toward Todd, leaping at him. But the pornstar slides out of the way and the wrestler eats turnbuckle. Todd gets behind him and pulls him back, rolling him up in a small package. One. Two. Thr-- Bowens's breaks free before the upset can happen.
Panic flashes in Bowens's eyes as he realizes how close he was to losing. He hurries back up, taking a few punches from Todd, seemingly absorbing them. Todd goes to strikes him again, but Bowens catches his fist and shakes his head. He then wraps his arms around Todd and nails him with a German suplex. Todd crawls over to the ropes, but Bowens is on him before he can get up, choking him with the lower rope until the ref has him back away. Bowens takes a few steps back with his hands up, but as soon as it's clear he grabs Todd again and lifts him up on his shoulders and hits him with an ushigoroshi. Instead of pinning him Bowens looks to make sure he's finished Todd off for good. He picks the pornstar up and lifts him up and slams him down with his finisher, The Arrival. And with that Bowens slides on top of the pornstar, one hand pressing down on Todd's face as the ref counts it out: One. Two. Three.
Bowens raises his arms in victory, a victory he's earned all on his own.
Bowens wakes up to the a ray of sunlight shining on his smiling face. The curtains are cracked open. It's still early, which means he has time to cuddle. He rolls over and wraps his arms around his boyfriend next to him, who is buried under the comforter. He pulls the bedding back and kisses his neck, whispering, "Good morning."
There's a yawn followed by a warm, "Good morning," back to him. But that's not what his boyfriend sounds like. Bowens pulls down the comforter some more and reveals Todd lying in bed next to him.
"What the hell?" Bowens jumps out of bed, now startled wide awake. He then realizes he's completely naked and grabs his crotch. "What are you doing in my bed?"
Todd sits up in the bed, "You invited me."
"No, I didn't!"
"You don't remember last night?"
Bowens didn't have that much to drink last night, but for some reason he can't recall what happened after their match. "Did we--? Did you drug me?"
Todd sighs, "I did not drug you. You came on to me." Bowens makes a doubting face, still not remembering that. "In the elevator."
"I did not," Bowens insists. "I was excited to celebrate my win with my boyfriend."
"You were excited alright," Todd agrees.
Todd goes on to explain, they were both going up together. It seemed like forever with how slow the elevator was going. Bowens was still in his wrestling trunks and boots, nothing else. Todd remembers thinking how hot he looked walking around shirtless like that. And then there was how giddy Bowens was, and how Todd thought that made the wrestler even sexier. The awkward silence in the elevator was broken when Bowens told Todd that he was excited to see him and motioned to his crotch where Todd could see his bulge.
"Look at how excited you've made me," Bowens said, stretching his trunks open for Todd to have a closer look. Todd indulged him and was impressed with what he saw, which must have shown in his eyes. It made Bowens push him up against the elevator wall and make out with him as they rode up to the penthouse floor, skipping past Todd's floor. When the doors opened Bowens tugged on Todd's hand, inviting him back to his room.
"I invited you?" Bowens interrupts, trying to make sure he heard Todd correctly.
"You wouldn't take no for an answer," Todd says.
He continues the story, telling Bowens that when they got to his room they both stripped naked and jumped into a steamy shower. Kneeling on the tile floor Todd sucked Bowens's dick until the wrestler pulled him up and pressed him against the glass shower wall. He then fucked the pornstar as the warm water rained down on them. Fast, smooth strokes, really railing into Todd. Todd can't remember having such rough spontaneous sex that felt so good. Both of them were loudly moaning over the sound of the falling water, their voices echoing off of the tiles.
"You said something like it was one of the best fucks of your life," Todd says proudly.
"If it was so good why don't I remember it?" Bowens asks, still doubting Todd's story.
Todd continues nonetheless, describing how Bowens pressed his body against Todd's, holding his dick deep inside him as he unloaded in him. Bowens wanted to keep fucking, but his dick was going soft, so they dried themselves off and went back to the bedroom.
"You didn't want the celebration to end, and so I told you there were other ways we could keep it going..." Todd says.
"What do you mean?"
"I did not," Bowens insists. "I was excited to celebrate my win with my boyfriend."
"You were excited alright," Todd agrees.
Todd goes on to explain, they were both going up together. It seemed like forever with how slow the elevator was going. Bowens was still in his wrestling trunks and boots, nothing else. Todd remembers thinking how hot he looked walking around shirtless like that. And then there was how giddy Bowens was, and how Todd thought that made the wrestler even sexier. The awkward silence in the elevator was broken when Bowens told Todd that he was excited to see him and motioned to his crotch where Todd could see his bulge.
"Look at how excited you've made me," Bowens said, stretching his trunks open for Todd to have a closer look. Todd indulged him and was impressed with what he saw, which must have shown in his eyes. It made Bowens push him up against the elevator wall and make out with him as they rode up to the penthouse floor, skipping past Todd's floor. When the doors opened Bowens tugged on Todd's hand, inviting him back to his room.
"I invited you?" Bowens interrupts, trying to make sure he heard Todd correctly.
"You wouldn't take no for an answer," Todd says.
He continues the story, telling Bowens that when they got to his room they both stripped naked and jumped into a steamy shower. Kneeling on the tile floor Todd sucked Bowens's dick until the wrestler pulled him up and pressed him against the glass shower wall. He then fucked the pornstar as the warm water rained down on them. Fast, smooth strokes, really railing into Todd. Todd can't remember having such rough spontaneous sex that felt so good. Both of them were loudly moaning over the sound of the falling water, their voices echoing off of the tiles.
"You said something like it was one of the best fucks of your life," Todd says proudly.
"If it was so good why don't I remember it?" Bowens asks, still doubting Todd's story.
Todd continues nonetheless, describing how Bowens pressed his body against Todd's, holding his dick deep inside him as he unloaded in him. Bowens wanted to keep fucking, but his dick was going soft, so they dried themselves off and went back to the bedroom.
"You didn't want the celebration to end, and so I told you there were other ways we could keep it going..." Todd says.
"What do you mean?"
Todd recounts how he had Bowens bend over on the bed and then how he proceeded to rim him. Eating Bowens's beautiful ass, loosening him up.
"You're definitely making that up," Bowens scoffs.
"Check your phone," Todd says, tossing it to the wrestler.
Bowens cups his dick with one hand and looks at his phone in the other. He opens up the photos and sees a video. He hits play:
The video starts aimed at the wall before it turns around revealing that Bowens is holding it. He's on the bed on his hands and knees, just as Todd described, and he whispers, "No better way to celebrate my win than by being rimmed." He points the camera behind him where sure enough Todd is eating his ass out. "Say hi." Todd looks up and smirks at Bowens and the camera before saying, "Why don't we stay in the moment when we celebrate?" He kisses Bowens and then returns back to the wrestler's ass. "I know, I just wanted something to remember this night."
Bowens stops the video. Is what Todd saying really true?
"So then you put the phone away and I kept eating you out. God your ass is amazing," Todd says.
"Okay, so you rimmed me," Bowens admits, tossing the phone on the bed, wanting to get this story over with.
"That's not all..."
Todd picks up where he left off: Bowens begging him to fuck him. When he slapped his dick on Bowens's cheeks the wrestler admitted that he hadn't bottomed before and asked Todd to go slow. The pornstar obeyed, taking his time with his thrusts, but the way Bowens's ass took it he began to think that was just something the wrestler said to everyone.
"I bottomed?!" Bowens takes one hand off his crotch and feels his backside. Bowens feels his hole, it feels a bit looser. Or is he just imagining it because of what Todd said?
"So that was your first time?" Todd asks.
Todd continues recounting the night, talking about how Bowens began asking for more, harder. So Todd gave it to him, working it up, thrusting into him faster, deeper, squeezing on to Bowens's shoulders to keep them both steady. The wrestler's ass felt so good, whether or not it was actually Bowens's first time he could tell that the wrestler didn't give his ass up to just anybody. He then flipped Bowens on to his back and crawled on bed where he plowed into him. The wrestler's chest bouncing with each penetration, the smile on his face as wide as it was when they met on the elevator. Todd was working up a sweat at that point, and close to coming a second time. Bowens wasn't even stroking his own cock when he came. His hands were on Todd's abs, pressing on them as he tilted his head back, and moaned out. Strings of white cum sprayed on to Bowens's stomach and then after catching his breath he told Todd he wanted him to come in his mouth. The pornstar crawled over and Bowens sucked him off, his dick deep in the wrestler's mouth when he came. Still Bowens didn't gag or choke, swallowing it all eagerly. When he was finished Bowens laid on the bed, panting, still grinning. Todd lapped up Bowens's cum off the wrestler's stomach before it could dry and then curled up next to him when they both fell asleep.
"That's a nice little fan fiction you've told there," Bowens says, crossing his arms. "But I don't believe any of that happened. Well, other than the rim job, but who knows you could have downloaded a deepfake on my phone."
"I don't think that's true," Todd says. "I think you do believe what I'm saying. And that it's turning you on. Especially with how excited you've gotten hearing about it."
He nods at Bowens's now uncovered dick, seeing how long and hard it's gotten.
"No," Bowens says, not at all sounding believable. "If everything happened as you said it did I would have remembered something."
Todd slides out of bed, revealing his boner as he approaches Bowens. "Maybe. Or maybe you just need something to help you remember."
Todd puts his hands on Bowens's chest, squeezing it gently as the wrestler relaxes his crossed arms. He leans in and breathes on Bowens's neck, his lips brushing against his skin as he moves up to his ear and whispers, "Let me help you remember..."
Todd kisses down Bowens's chest, puckering his lips on the wrestler's nipples, sucking them between his lips.
Bowens knows he should say no. That Todd's story was a lie. That he needs to get to his boyfriend. But he can't resist the pornstar's touch. Even more though, he can't resist the desire to recall what happened last night. And the chance to find out if what Todd said was true.
Todd lowers himself down to his knees and strokes Bowens's dick. Thick, hard, and leaking with precum. He spits on the head before opening wide to take it in.
"Uhhh..." Bowens sighs.
He closes his eyes as he feels his dick brush against the back of Todd's throat. He tries to picture this happening last night in the shower, but he can't. He can't even remember going in the shower. Even when he opens his eyes and looks down at Todd bobbing his head nothing comes back. The pornstar looks up at him, their eyes locking briefly, before Todd resumes sucking.
"Ahhh, fuck..." Bowens whispers to himself. Todd is definitely an expert at sucking cocks. But if this happened last night, certainly he would have remembered how good Todd's lips felt around his dick.
"Nothing?" Todd asks, after spitting the dick out. Bowens shakes his head. "You're going to really make me work for it, aren't you?" Todd says with a tone that reveals he's more than up to the challenge.
Bowens pulls him up for a kiss. Unlike fairytales and Disney movies, Todd's lips pressed against his doesn't bring back any memories of their makeout session in the elevator. Bowens keeps kissing, sucking on him, holding him close. He cups Todd's ass, squeezing it softly. What a beautiful ass. It's an ass he'd remember fucking if he fucked it.
"You think fucking me will help you remember?" Todd says.
"No," Bowens says, as a smile forms on his face. "But it won't hurt to try."
Todd chuckles, "No, it doesn't hurt at all. In fact it feels pretty fucking good."
Todd falls on the bed and spreads his legs open. Bowens crawls between them and holds himself over Todd. His dick slides into Todd effortlessly. The pornstar's eyes flutter, a familiar feeling on his face as he opens his eyes back up with a big smile. Bowens plants his lips on Todd's for a soft kiss and slowly begins to thrust back and forth.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Todd gasps out every time Bowens goes deep in him.
Whereas last night was a rough, frenzied fuck in the shower, this morning Bowens has complete control of his every move, the concentration visible in his eyes. It's almost as if he's trying to find the right motion that will trigger the flood of memories from hours ago. And while Bowens is very much in his head, his dick still has the magical touch making Todd's body shiver every time it fills him up. The pornstar savors the slower pace, pressing his hands on Bowens's back as he gradually picks up his pace as if to try and slow him down even more. After several minutes Bowens stops.
"You're definitely making that up," Bowens scoffs.
"Check your phone," Todd says, tossing it to the wrestler.
Bowens cups his dick with one hand and looks at his phone in the other. He opens up the photos and sees a video. He hits play:
The video starts aimed at the wall before it turns around revealing that Bowens is holding it. He's on the bed on his hands and knees, just as Todd described, and he whispers, "No better way to celebrate my win than by being rimmed." He points the camera behind him where sure enough Todd is eating his ass out. "Say hi." Todd looks up and smirks at Bowens and the camera before saying, "Why don't we stay in the moment when we celebrate?" He kisses Bowens and then returns back to the wrestler's ass. "I know, I just wanted something to remember this night."
Bowens stops the video. Is what Todd saying really true?
"So then you put the phone away and I kept eating you out. God your ass is amazing," Todd says.
"Okay, so you rimmed me," Bowens admits, tossing the phone on the bed, wanting to get this story over with.
"That's not all..."
Todd picks up where he left off: Bowens begging him to fuck him. When he slapped his dick on Bowens's cheeks the wrestler admitted that he hadn't bottomed before and asked Todd to go slow. The pornstar obeyed, taking his time with his thrusts, but the way Bowens's ass took it he began to think that was just something the wrestler said to everyone.
"I bottomed?!" Bowens takes one hand off his crotch and feels his backside. Bowens feels his hole, it feels a bit looser. Or is he just imagining it because of what Todd said?
"So that was your first time?" Todd asks.
Todd continues recounting the night, talking about how Bowens began asking for more, harder. So Todd gave it to him, working it up, thrusting into him faster, deeper, squeezing on to Bowens's shoulders to keep them both steady. The wrestler's ass felt so good, whether or not it was actually Bowens's first time he could tell that the wrestler didn't give his ass up to just anybody. He then flipped Bowens on to his back and crawled on bed where he plowed into him. The wrestler's chest bouncing with each penetration, the smile on his face as wide as it was when they met on the elevator. Todd was working up a sweat at that point, and close to coming a second time. Bowens wasn't even stroking his own cock when he came. His hands were on Todd's abs, pressing on them as he tilted his head back, and moaned out. Strings of white cum sprayed on to Bowens's stomach and then after catching his breath he told Todd he wanted him to come in his mouth. The pornstar crawled over and Bowens sucked him off, his dick deep in the wrestler's mouth when he came. Still Bowens didn't gag or choke, swallowing it all eagerly. When he was finished Bowens laid on the bed, panting, still grinning. Todd lapped up Bowens's cum off the wrestler's stomach before it could dry and then curled up next to him when they both fell asleep.
"That's a nice little fan fiction you've told there," Bowens says, crossing his arms. "But I don't believe any of that happened. Well, other than the rim job, but who knows you could have downloaded a deepfake on my phone."
"I don't think that's true," Todd says. "I think you do believe what I'm saying. And that it's turning you on. Especially with how excited you've gotten hearing about it."
He nods at Bowens's now uncovered dick, seeing how long and hard it's gotten.
"No," Bowens says, not at all sounding believable. "If everything happened as you said it did I would have remembered something."
Todd slides out of bed, revealing his boner as he approaches Bowens. "Maybe. Or maybe you just need something to help you remember."
Todd puts his hands on Bowens's chest, squeezing it gently as the wrestler relaxes his crossed arms. He leans in and breathes on Bowens's neck, his lips brushing against his skin as he moves up to his ear and whispers, "Let me help you remember..."
Bowens knows he should say no. That Todd's story was a lie. That he needs to get to his boyfriend. But he can't resist the pornstar's touch. Even more though, he can't resist the desire to recall what happened last night. And the chance to find out if what Todd said was true.
Todd lowers himself down to his knees and strokes Bowens's dick. Thick, hard, and leaking with precum. He spits on the head before opening wide to take it in.
"Uhhh..." Bowens sighs.
He closes his eyes as he feels his dick brush against the back of Todd's throat. He tries to picture this happening last night in the shower, but he can't. He can't even remember going in the shower. Even when he opens his eyes and looks down at Todd bobbing his head nothing comes back. The pornstar looks up at him, their eyes locking briefly, before Todd resumes sucking.
"Ahhh, fuck..." Bowens whispers to himself. Todd is definitely an expert at sucking cocks. But if this happened last night, certainly he would have remembered how good Todd's lips felt around his dick.
"Nothing?" Todd asks, after spitting the dick out. Bowens shakes his head. "You're going to really make me work for it, aren't you?" Todd says with a tone that reveals he's more than up to the challenge.
Bowens pulls him up for a kiss. Unlike fairytales and Disney movies, Todd's lips pressed against his doesn't bring back any memories of their makeout session in the elevator. Bowens keeps kissing, sucking on him, holding him close. He cups Todd's ass, squeezing it softly. What a beautiful ass. It's an ass he'd remember fucking if he fucked it.
"You think fucking me will help you remember?" Todd says.
"No," Bowens says, as a smile forms on his face. "But it won't hurt to try."
Todd chuckles, "No, it doesn't hurt at all. In fact it feels pretty fucking good."
Todd falls on the bed and spreads his legs open. Bowens crawls between them and holds himself over Todd. His dick slides into Todd effortlessly. The pornstar's eyes flutter, a familiar feeling on his face as he opens his eyes back up with a big smile. Bowens plants his lips on Todd's for a soft kiss and slowly begins to thrust back and forth.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Todd gasps out every time Bowens goes deep in him.
Whereas last night was a rough, frenzied fuck in the shower, this morning Bowens has complete control of his every move, the concentration visible in his eyes. It's almost as if he's trying to find the right motion that will trigger the flood of memories from hours ago. And while Bowens is very much in his head, his dick still has the magical touch making Todd's body shiver every time it fills him up. The pornstar savors the slower pace, pressing his hands on Bowens's back as he gradually picks up his pace as if to try and slow him down even more. After several minutes Bowens stops.
"This isn't doing it," Bowens says.
"It's doing it for me," Todd says in disagreement.
"No. I mean, it's not helping me remember," Bowens explains. "Why don't we try something else?"
Bowens leans back, pulling Todd up with him and having him sit on his lap. He turns around facing the window, as he bounces the pornstar on his lap. Todd feels fucking incredible on his dick, lube tricking down his thighs as the pornstar's cock bounces against Bowens's stomach.
Todd can't remember the last time he's been manhandled like this. Last night's session in the shower was brutal, but the way Bowens holds him now, pulling him up and down on his dick makes him feel like a twink. And it couldn't make him harder. He wraps his arms around Bowens, enjoying the feeling of being stretched by the wrestler's girth. He gives him a kiss and then tells him how much he loves his dick, following his words up by clenching down each time Bowens is buried to the hilt.
Bowens can't believe how perfect Todd's ass is. How could he have fucked something like this and not remember? He grabs Todd's plump ass with both hands and spreads his cheeks more, allowing him to slide in that last inch, his balls flush against the curve.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Todd pants out, taking it all like a champ.
He pushes Bowens back, flat on the bed and continues to ride him, taking over. His pace becomes frantic, fucking back on Bowens's cock with each slam of his hips. As he feels Bowens's cock twitch in him, the pornstar braces one hand on Bowens's thigh, fingers sinking into solid muscle as his other hand presses down on his Bowens's chest, feeling the wrestler's hardened nipple. Todd's pitch gets higher and higher the more frenzied his movements become, riding Bowens so hard like he is on a mission to break the bed.
Bowens watches in awe at how one orgasm seems to roll into the other as Todd explodes on him, covering his body with strings of cum. The pornstar gradually slows down, his body dripping in sweat. He looks down at Bowens and can't contain a nervous laugh. Bowens can read his mind -- if the wrestler forgot all about last night he sure as hell won't forget this morning. Bowens wipes the cum with his fingers and licks it. It's not at all bitter. Slightly sweet. And actually a familiar taste.
"It's doing it for me," Todd says in disagreement.
"No. I mean, it's not helping me remember," Bowens explains. "Why don't we try something else?"
Bowens leans back, pulling Todd up with him and having him sit on his lap. He turns around facing the window, as he bounces the pornstar on his lap. Todd feels fucking incredible on his dick, lube tricking down his thighs as the pornstar's cock bounces against Bowens's stomach.
Todd can't remember the last time he's been manhandled like this. Last night's session in the shower was brutal, but the way Bowens holds him now, pulling him up and down on his dick makes him feel like a twink. And it couldn't make him harder. He wraps his arms around Bowens, enjoying the feeling of being stretched by the wrestler's girth. He gives him a kiss and then tells him how much he loves his dick, following his words up by clenching down each time Bowens is buried to the hilt.
Bowens can't believe how perfect Todd's ass is. How could he have fucked something like this and not remember? He grabs Todd's plump ass with both hands and spreads his cheeks more, allowing him to slide in that last inch, his balls flush against the curve.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Todd pants out, taking it all like a champ.
He pushes Bowens back, flat on the bed and continues to ride him, taking over. His pace becomes frantic, fucking back on Bowens's cock with each slam of his hips. As he feels Bowens's cock twitch in him, the pornstar braces one hand on Bowens's thigh, fingers sinking into solid muscle as his other hand presses down on his Bowens's chest, feeling the wrestler's hardened nipple. Todd's pitch gets higher and higher the more frenzied his movements become, riding Bowens so hard like he is on a mission to break the bed.
Bowens watches in awe at how one orgasm seems to roll into the other as Todd explodes on him, covering his body with strings of cum. The pornstar gradually slows down, his body dripping in sweat. He looks down at Bowens and can't contain a nervous laugh. Bowens can read his mind -- if the wrestler forgot all about last night he sure as hell won't forget this morning. Bowens wipes the cum with his fingers and licks it. It's not at all bitter. Slightly sweet. And actually a familiar taste.
"What?" Todd says, noticing the look on Bowens's face.
Bowens doesn't respond, still concentrating, feeling like the memories of last night are so close. Todd wipes some cum on his finger and brings it to Bowens's lips to suck. "Is this helping you remember?"
Bowens sucks on Todd's finger, holding it completely in his mouth as he swallows the cum. He recalls last night how Todd knelt by his head letting him suck his dick clean. How good it felt to fall asleep with that taste in his mouth. He doesn't say anything now, and instead pushes Todd on to his back and crawls over to suck him off just like last night.
"Oh shit, you remember?" Todd asks as Bowens inhales his cock.
Seeing the wrestler worked up like this keeps Todd's dick from going limp. In fact the more Bowens sucks on him, the harder he gets.
The wrestler remembers them making out in the elevator now. How he felt the urge to rip off all of Todd's clothes right then and there, but the doors opened preventing him. Instead he grabbed Todd by the wrist, just like the pornstar said, and led him to his room, refusing to hear Todd's hesitations.
"Holy shit, you do!" Todd exclaims, seeing a gleam in Bowens's eyes.
Bowens remembers them fucking in the shower, being rimmed, and then Todd fucking him. Oh boy does he remember that. How good it felt to have a dick in his virgin ass. A memory that is worth reliving.
Bowens spits out Todd's cock and orders him to: "Fuck me."
Todd remains frozen as there's a delay in realizing what Bowens just said. But once it processes he springs up and gets behind Bowens and has him lean down on the bed. The wrestler gasps when he feels the crown of Todd's cock press against that tantalizing curve where his ass meets his thigh. Bowens trembles with anticipation as the head of Todd's cock breaches the tight muscle, letting out a broken moan when he is pierced all the way to his core.
“Yes! Roman, yes!” Bowens cries out.
Todd hisses between his teeth as Bowens purposefully tightens around him when he's buried all the way to the root. He can feel his dick pulse inside that tight channel, the slick trickling down where their bodies are joined. He spreads Bowens's back entrance even wider, because he likes to look, likes watching the flesh yield as he bottoms out.
Soon the hotel room is filled with the noises that they made last night: the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, animalistic grunts, and bone deep snarls. The rumble in Todd's voice gets deeper as the wrestler meets him thrust for thrust. He doesn't remember Bowens doing this last night, but that only encourages Todd to find the energy to keep going. His aim is precise and his dick pierces Bowens's prostate again and again.
The wrestler can't believe how good it feels, how he could have (at least momentarily) forgotten Todd doing this to him last night. The only thing Bowens seems to have forgotten about is his boyfriend, now living in the moment and enjoying every inch of Todd. And at this point all he can do is mutter, "Don't stop," over and over again as gets fucked out of his mind.
Bowens doesn't respond, still concentrating, feeling like the memories of last night are so close. Todd wipes some cum on his finger and brings it to Bowens's lips to suck. "Is this helping you remember?"
Bowens sucks on Todd's finger, holding it completely in his mouth as he swallows the cum. He recalls last night how Todd knelt by his head letting him suck his dick clean. How good it felt to fall asleep with that taste in his mouth. He doesn't say anything now, and instead pushes Todd on to his back and crawls over to suck him off just like last night.
"Oh shit, you remember?" Todd asks as Bowens inhales his cock.
Seeing the wrestler worked up like this keeps Todd's dick from going limp. In fact the more Bowens sucks on him, the harder he gets.
The wrestler remembers them making out in the elevator now. How he felt the urge to rip off all of Todd's clothes right then and there, but the doors opened preventing him. Instead he grabbed Todd by the wrist, just like the pornstar said, and led him to his room, refusing to hear Todd's hesitations.
"Holy shit, you do!" Todd exclaims, seeing a gleam in Bowens's eyes.
Bowens remembers them fucking in the shower, being rimmed, and then Todd fucking him. Oh boy does he remember that. How good it felt to have a dick in his virgin ass. A memory that is worth reliving.
Bowens spits out Todd's cock and orders him to: "Fuck me."
Todd remains frozen as there's a delay in realizing what Bowens just said. But once it processes he springs up and gets behind Bowens and has him lean down on the bed. The wrestler gasps when he feels the crown of Todd's cock press against that tantalizing curve where his ass meets his thigh. Bowens trembles with anticipation as the head of Todd's cock breaches the tight muscle, letting out a broken moan when he is pierced all the way to his core.
“Yes! Roman, yes!” Bowens cries out.
Todd hisses between his teeth as Bowens purposefully tightens around him when he's buried all the way to the root. He can feel his dick pulse inside that tight channel, the slick trickling down where their bodies are joined. He spreads Bowens's back entrance even wider, because he likes to look, likes watching the flesh yield as he bottoms out.
Soon the hotel room is filled with the noises that they made last night: the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, animalistic grunts, and bone deep snarls. The rumble in Todd's voice gets deeper as the wrestler meets him thrust for thrust. He doesn't remember Bowens doing this last night, but that only encourages Todd to find the energy to keep going. His aim is precise and his dick pierces Bowens's prostate again and again.
The wrestler can't believe how good it feels, how he could have (at least momentarily) forgotten Todd doing this to him last night. The only thing Bowens seems to have forgotten about is his boyfriend, now living in the moment and enjoying every inch of Todd. And at this point all he can do is mutter, "Don't stop," over and over again as gets fucked out of his mind.
And then the words stop and Bowens's mouth hangs open for a long moment before a sound comes out. His orgasm keeps going in long, intense waves, making his mind go blank as he feels Todd's hand around his dick, jerking him off until his semen sprays the bed beneath him. Todd's second load floods Bowens's channels, as he continues to fuck through it. He eventually comes to a stop, and pulls out, collapsing on top of the wrestler's sweaty back.
"You think you're going to remember that?" Todd asks.
"Definitely," Bowens says. "But we might need to do that again, just to make sure I don't forget."
If I were to pick between these two hunks, I'd scissor with the beefier wrestler, Bowens.
"You think you're going to remember that?" Todd asks.
"Definitely," Bowens says. "But we might need to do that again, just to make sure I don't forget."
Holeeey... awesome story!!
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