School for Jobbers

The Challengers

TJ-Pro:

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The Fight

Rob Hunter:
After weeks of chatting and talking about a match it was finally time to meet this hot stud in the ring. We decided to settle things in the local gym ring after it's closed. A private atmosphere and my excitement already started early today when I got the keys from the owner of the gym, a good friend of mine. It's Saturday late night and we're already in the ring room, getting ready for this match. I just changed to my signature camouflage speedos and my black wrestling boots as I jump on my feet. "Alright TJ! Are you ready for this?" I bounce my pecs a bit and walk over to the ring. I slide in and kip up on my feet before I walk into my corner, lean back and smirk towards you waiting for you to get in.

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TJ-Pro:
Excitement has been building for this match for quite some time. The night is finally upon us and coming off the back of a loss I feel I’ve got a lot to prove. The gym is empty but the musty smell still lingers, the ring is a decent size and I run my hand along the bottom rope

I’ve opted for my simple white and black gear tonight. White trunks, black boots and black knee pads, white taped wrists and a black baseball cap backwards, taming my curls and keeping my hair in check. I roll under the bottom rope and drink the impressive sight of my German opponent… fuck this guy looks good! My junk stirs in my gear. I bounce from toe to toe my pecs jumping and reach up for my cap, take it off and toss it outside. Tussle my hair and run my hands over my faint abs, adjust my waistband and offer you a cocky wink. I’ve seen what this hunk can do to people so my guard is up, especially after coming into this on the back of a loss. I reply to your comment - “I was born ready, are we gonna do this or are we just going to stand here looking at each other…?”

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Rob Hunter:
My face turns into a cocky grin as you get into the ring with me. I cannot help it but my bulge starts pumping a bit. The thin fabrics of my Speedos are doing a good job in holding everything at place and I adjust my gear just a little bit as my eyes look you up and down. "Oh I am here for action, stud! Don't worry!" I say in a deep and calm voice and push myself out of my corner. I know this is going to be a tough one and I don't intend to take it lightly. I start to circle you with a good distance, my eyes are glued to you. I slowly pull my arms up in a fighting stance and with every step I get a little bit closer. I playfully imitate a bell with my hands and smile. "DING DING!" and without any hesitation I rush in towards you, throw my arms up and place my hands on the back of your head. Our thick shoulders collide as I get you in a collar and elbow lockup, pushing against you and trying to maneuver you towards the corner.

TJ-Pro:
Watch as you circle in and adjust your gear… damn you’re fucking hot! I’m going to enjoy taking my prize once I’ve kicked your ass. Let out a little chuckle as you “DING DING” and throw myself at you, our bodies colliding with a dry thud, my left hand reaches around the back of your neck and my right hand finds the crook of your arm as we lock up in a standard collar and elbow tie up. Planting my feet I don’t give an inch, feel your force against mine and as it stands we’re evenly matched… for now! I break off the lock up and step back, reassess and lunge back in for another collar and elbow lock up.

Rob Hunter:
The heat is already rising between us as I feel your soft skin rubbing against mine. The smell of your body is a mixture of a very light and fresh perfume and your own body scent. A bit sweaty and very manly. Our bodies push and struggle in the lockup before you break it off, step back and instantly get back at me locking it on again. Though I got a small advantage in height I can feel that our strength is at the same level and no one is really giving in. I try to react fast and I pull your head in a bit to wrap my arm around your neck in a tight headlock, pressing your face right into the crack between my meaty pecs. Without wasting too much time I twist my hips, push them into your lap and I try to use the leverage to take your hot body down on the canvas, holding you tight in the headlock and hopefully get some advantage in the match.

TJ-Pro:
Slamming back into the lock up I feel neither of us is budging an inch. Although you have the slight height advantage I don’t let that phase me. But… before I can act on the situation I’m pulled in tight for a side headlock, my face pressed up against your pecs, the slight sheen of sweat building on your chest now coats my face. My hand finds the small of your back just over your trunk's waistband, then out of nowhere I’m whipped over your back and slammed to the canvas… headlock still applied I reach my hands up to your face to try push you off… no good! I try to twist my core and build momentum. Raising my legs up and reaching for your head… aiming for a side headscissor.

Rob Hunter:
I successfully pulled you down with me on the canvas and I struggle on top of you to hold the Headlock as tight as I can. I look down in your face and slightly grin as I see you in trouble already. I yank your face into my pecs as they flex against your cheek. But I know you are tough and you will fight back. You push against my face and my head bends back a bit. My hands are locked and I try to keep your head locked in my grip but suddenly you raise your legs up behind me and catch my neck between your quads in a Headscissor. UGGGGHHHH! I grunt deep and I need to release the Headlock as my body gets yanked back over yours. Your muscled thighs dig into my windpipe and at first I try to pry them open with my hands but it's no use. I raise my left arm and slam my elbow down into your ab wall, trying to get you to loosen up the scissor so I can pull out my head.

TJ-Pro:
Using my core I pull my legs down with your head trapped between my quads, I take a second to admire the view and slow the match down. Feel your hands try to pry my legs apart so I lock them tighter. Then you fire off an elbow into my abs, connecting my tense, my faint abs ridging as I tense and expect another blow…

Rob Hunter:
I start to cough a bit under the pressure of your Scissor. My right hand grabs your thigh again and I start to pull with all my strength. ARRGGGHHH! I could not manage to free myself yet, but I'm not giving up and I raise my arm again, sending more elbow strikes into your abs. "LET...." BAM! "ME..." BAM! "GO...!" BAM! I kick and thrash with my legs and pull on my head as I try to slip out after every blow into your six pack.

TJ-Pro:
Sending 3 hard elbows into my abs I tense each time, absorbing the punishment. On the third elbow I release your head from my legs… Grab your hand and pull. Wrapping my legs now around your arm and pulling in on a vicious arm bar on your left arm. Your muscles in your arm rippling as I try to secure this arm bar.

Rob Hunter:
My attempt to get out of the Scissor was finally successful and I take in a deep breath and my lungs get filled with fresh air. But right as I try to get back up again you grab my left arm and throw your legs up around it. I know what you're trying to do and I wave my right arm around and kick my legs to twist my body to the side and stabilize it with my legs. Though I can't get my arm out of your grip I try to not get pinned down by your legs as I slowly pivot my legs and pull them up under my upper body. My right hand reaches around for your wrist that holds my arm. The muscles on my arms are straining and I push myself on my knees, slowly lifting your legs up as they are wrapped around my arm.

TJ-Pro:
Feel the desperation as my legs lock in around your arm, pulling your elbow in against my white trunked bulge. I try to get the torque. Pulling with all my might against the frantic thrashing as you try to avoid my arm bar. Your right hand reaches round and grips my wrist as you maneuver your knees up and under. My legs are slowly bridging as you raise up… I keep the hold on for as long as I can, grit my teeth and grimace as I pull back. My shoulders are pressed against the mat now as the leverage switches, my feet are still interlocked and my legs wrapped firmly around your arm…I unhook my feet at the ankle and swing my left leg around the back of your neck…my right leg comes up to meet it at the knee. At the same time pull tight on your left arm. My right knee hooking my left foot I pull you close into a figure 4 headscissors/triangle choke! Wrenching on the hold I pull my left foot with my right hand. With my left hand I grip a fist full of hair and pull your face into my bulge.

Rob Hunter:
I knew that you are no one I should underestimate and you show off your excellent ground game early in this match. You keep me busy with your legs and right as I am up on my knees you adjust your hold and your legs not only catch my arm but also wrap around my head again in a Triangle Choke. My face comes closer and closer to your bulge and I can suddenly smell your man scent coming out of your white trunks and I am forced to inhale it deep. My own bulge grows more and more and I am struggling to focus. Luckily I'm still pretty fresh in the match and my position gives me some leverage. I grunt deep as my face is getting smothered and I place my feet on the canvas. One after another. I push myself up as I am trapped in the hold, lifting you upside down. And with one loud roar into your hot crotch I lift you up to SLAM your back down on the mats and try to get out of this nasty hold.

TJ-Pro:
Feel you moving your legs as I clamp the hold tighter, smothering you early and trying to slow you down. Feel your hot breath on my bulge as it starts to grow. Thinking I’ve got you right where I want you. I’m suddenly lifted, triangle still applied, I'm hoisted 6ft into the air! Then SLAM I’m driven into the canvas, my neck and shoulders connect hard and I release the hold. I roll onto my front kicking my legs and my hands up nursing my neck and shoulders… my right hand finds the ropes and I get my bearings, I begin to pull myself up, unaware of where you are but my guard, well and truly up.

Rob Hunter:
The ring shakes under a loud THUD as your muscled frame slams into the canvas and you release the Choke on my head. I stumble back a few steps and shake my head as I try to regroup again. My chest is heaving and my head already reddens from the lack of air. But I stunned you at least for a while and I know I need to take that chance and get back into the fight. You crawl towards the ropes as you nurse your neck and shoulders. I sneak around you, trying to stay out of your sight. As you start pulling yourself up on the ropes I come up behind you and throw my right leg up over your shoulder and the middle rope. My left leg stabilizes my stand as I squat down with my crotch in your neck and push your throat down onto the rope, choking you in the hold as my hard bulge rests at the back of your head. I start bouncing a bit to apply some good pressure. "How you like that TJ? Got some trouble breathing?" I tease you while I hold myself on the top rope.

TJ-Pro:
Not knowing where you are I climb the ropes, neck and shoulders aching from the powerbomb. Your right leg finds its way over my shoulders and the weight of your body pushes down, on my knees now on the canvas and arms draped over the middle rope and your weight pushing down crushing my trachea against the middle rope. I feel your bulge on the back of my neck, my feet kick frantically and my arms wave, the rope on my neck is cutting off the air supply. My hands reach wildly as I try to pry a release… I grimace at your taunt and choke “you’re gonna pay Rob…” through coughs and splutters. Legs still kicking wildly and arms flailing. I need to act fast…

Rob Hunter:
I enjoy finally being in charge of this match and your coughing and choking sounds like music to my ears. "Sorry TJ...can you please speak a little clearer?" I taunt you as I ride your back on the rope. I bounce some more on your neck, ignoring as you kick your legs behind me. I pull my leg back again and place my feet on the canvas. My hand reaches for your head and I grab a fistful of your curly hair. I yank you up in front of me but make sure your upper body comes up behind the top rope so I can hook your arms around it. I reach around and cup your chin with my right hand and pull you back, bending your back against the rope as your bulge gets pressed against the middle rope. Your muscled body is on full display. I point towards the mirrored wall outside the ring. "Look at that man! That's a beautiful sight isn't it?" I taunt you as I raise my left arm and SLAM it across your thick pecs and let your upper body bounce back from the impact.

TJ-Pro:
Struggling to breathe I choke as I’m being strangled on the rope… my legs still kicking then I feel released. Sweet release. I suck in air as if my life depended on it, filling my lungs. Then I feel a hand reach down and grab my hair, pulled up between the ropes, arms hooked over the top rope, I’m stretched out, my white trunks not leaving much to the imagination, my abs pulled taught, chest spread and stretched… WHACK… Your heavy arm collided with my chest. The wind gushes from my lungs and my chest stings from the impact. My arms hooked over the rope preventing me from falling to my knees. My head hangs, chin lolling to my chest… I close my eyes and dig deep, I begin to unhook my arms from the top ropes to free myself.

Rob Hunter:
I am right behind you as your upper body bounces back a bit but still hangs on the top rope. I smile as I see your head hangs down and you start to unhook your arms from the rope. I playfully tussle your curly hair before I step through the ropes and stand on the apron outside the square. I can see a red spot on your meaty pecs, right where my arm connected. "Let me help you stud!" I say with a calm voice and as I support you by unhooking your arms I reveal my actual intention. I wrap my muscled arm around your neck and keep it tight under my sweaty armpit. Your broad back right in front of me, coated in a thin layer of sweat. I cannot deny that I love that view and without wasting too much time I drop down on my ass and try to nail your head right into the apron with a nasty DDT.

TJ-Pro:
Plenty of fight left in me, I begin to unhook my arms from the ropes… feel you getting out of the ring. Shit this can’t be good!? My head is tucked up tight under your armpit and I try to push you off, my hand pushing into your body, and only finding your toned belly. It’s too late, you drop to your ass and I’m sent careering head first into the hardest part of the ring! My head feels like it’s been split open and I tumble to the outside. Hitting the hard floor with a dull sweaty thud. My hands now over my face, lights popping in my eyes. I stay motionless for a second. I wait for you to join me outside and I catch my breath.

Rob Hunter:
Your body flops around after a loud THUD and you drop to the outside of the ring. I'm still on my back on the canvas and I pull myself up on the ropes. My eyes wander from your motionless body towards the mirror and I hit a quick biceps pose.

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"Hey TJ! You're missing the best part up here!" I joke as I know you're not focused on what's happening in the ring. I slide out through the ropes and land on my feet right beside you. "Come on, stud. Let's get you back in there again. We're not done yet!" I grin evil and grab again a fistful of your hair. My other hand grabs the waistband of your white trunks. I build up some speed and slide you back into the ring where I instantly follow behind you.

TJ-Pro:
Having the breathing space and being able to shake the nasty DDT I’m tossed back into the ring. Playing possum, I let you think you’re in control. “You’ll regret that showboating” I think to myself. My hair and my waistband guide me back into the ring and I roll to the middle, watch as you slip back into the ring… I get to my feet and make for the opposite ropes, my back pushes against the top rope and I gain momentum. Coming back toward you, I cock my right arm, aiming a lariat across your chest as you're getting to your feet!

Rob Hunter:
We get back into the ring. I am right after you. You seem to be pretty done already and I think about the next moves to take you out. I push myself up on my knees again but to my surprise you are not that done as I thought...or as you showed me...and after you pushed yourself against the ropes and used the rebound to charge back towards me I am not able to react fast enough and you nail your pumped arm right across my chest and knock me back on the canvas. UUGGGGGHHHHH! Not knowing what just happened I shake my head as I roll around on the mats nursing my back. "What the...." I grunt and crawl towards the ropes, trying to get some distance and time to regroup again.

TJ-Pro:
Running through you with my clothesline, I’m pumped. I get my second wind if we had a crowd right now they’d be going wild… I adjust my trunks quickly and keep on you, watching as you crawl your way to the ropes. Helping you up, turn you so your back is pushed against the ropes. I take your left hand in mine and press my chest into yours, our sweat mixes and I savor the moment. Stepping back, I pull and whip you to the opposite ropes. Watch as you rebound off the ropes and make your way back to where I’m waiting in the middle of the ring.

Rob Hunter:
I'm stunned for a moment as I crawl towards the ropes. You are right after me and I brace myself for another attack as you pull me back up again. You turn my back against the ropes and push your pecs into mine. The smell of our sweat is getting more intense as we are close for a short moment. You're not attacking me right away. Instead you grab my arm and fling me across the ring into the opposite ropes. I twist around and catch myself with my back and lean in against them. I use the rebound to get some good speed and I focus on your body in the middle of the ring. I charge towards you, diving with my shoulders low. As I connect with your core I go for a risky maneuver. I jump up and use the speed to swing up on your shoulders. My hard throbbing bulge is getting pressed into your face for a short moment. But then I dive down behind you, trying to catch your waist with my arms and hook my legs under your pits as I'm going for a surprising Sunset Flip to slam you down into the canvas.

TJ-Pro:
As if in a blur, you come to where I’m waiting, center ring, in one fluid motion your up and over, legs hook under my pits and I’m slammed back first into the canvas with a spectacular sunset flip powerbomb. Legs in the air and back on the canvas, my lungs sucking air in, my trunks leaving nothing to the imagination as my bulge grows. I kick my legs up and push a hand to the ceiling, causing me to roll onto my front. My hand reaches for the back of my head to protect it… I look ahead and see the mirrored wall, my eyes are glassy and I see you behind me.

Rob Hunter:
I nailed you into the canvas and you kick your legs up as your body flops around face down. I push myself on my knees behind you and shake my head. "Alright TJ...let's get serious here!" I mumble as I push myself on my feet again. I sneak up from behind as you hold the back of your head. But that is not the part I am aiming for. Instead I step with both of my feet on the back of your knees and hook your feet around my shins. I wave my arms around to keep balance before I lean over and reach for your head. I cup my hands around your chin as you're busy protecting your head. I shift my weight and I need a few attempts to get enough leverage as I try to hoist your muscled upper body back, fully exposing it towards the mirrors and putting your big bulge on full display. My fingers fishhook your mouth as I put some good pressure on your spine. "HOW'S THAT TJ, HUH?" I bark. "YOU SHOULD SEE YOURSELF!"

TJ-Pro:
Facing the mirror I feel you behind me, pressure on the back of my knees then hauled up, back bent, full body stretched out and on display… bulge nearly escaping my white trunks, abs stretched nearly ripping open, navel is just a slit, pecs hanging… my hands reach up to your hands, trying to get your fingers out of my mouth. My back is on FIRE, the vertebrae of my lower spine is compacted and all I can do is moan…. Eyes closed and mouth being ripped sideways from the fishhook. Fuck… TJ F..U..C..K!

Rob Hunter:
"Yeah there we go stud!" I mumble, almost with a calm voice as I totally enjoy the view in the mirror. Your bulge seems to explode out of your white trunks and the fabrics get stretched so much that they start getting a bit see-through. "Damn man...you like that, huh?" I tease you, referring to your boner which is testing the robustness of your trunks. I realize that I'm sweating more and more and some of it is dripping down my pecs. "Let's see how you like this!" I release the fishhook but still keep your head tight in my grip. I yank you back more and more and as you are close to my pits I raise my right arm and shove your face into my wet armpit. I flex my biceps around your head and push your mouth deep into the sweaty pit. "Take a deep breath, stud!" I whisper as my face turns into an evil grin, holding you in that modified Hunter’s Trap, your muscled body stretched to the max and with free access to your hard bulge.

TJ-Pro:
The torture on my lower back and splitting feeling in my cheeks from the fish hook keep me fighting. My body stretched out in full view, then you change tactics. Releasing the fishhook my back is bent further, almost to breaking point. Your right arm snakes around my head and neck and I’m wrenched into a modified dragon sleeper! I can’t help but to breathe in the sweat, smothered in your pit, fighting not only for breath but for release from this devastating hold. A hold I know only too well. My arms flail as I’m stuck, a combined mix of your sweat and mine, meanders down my body, between my pecs and slowly over my stretched out abs. My cock has burst from the trunks which we’re holding it back, like a flood gate opened. It bounces and bobs freely as I’m held, helplessly in a variation of ‘The Hunter’s Trap’.

Rob Hunter:
Your body is stretched out to the max and to my surprise the first thing submitting tonight are your trunks. Your cock is pumping so hard that it raged out of the gear and now flops around and pointing straight up to the ceiling. "WHOA DUDE!" I smirk and slowly slide my free hand down your sweaty abs to your rock hard cock. "This is one nice rod!" I snake my fingers around your vein-covered shaft and start squeezing it a bit, making it pump as I put on and release the pressure again. My thumb is covering your cum slit which is already wet from all the pre. My fingers softly massaging your cum vein as I push your face deeper into my pit. "You want to be the next one who submits?" I ask you with a cocky smile and start stroking your cock in the trap.

TJ-Pro:
Back at the breaking point now, face is smothered, my cock bouncing and twitching free from my trunks. I feel your hand slide down my abs and my body trembles. Your fingers grip my hard cock and I hear you asking if I’m next to submit… “fuck….. y….ou…'' I stutter through a mouth of pit sweat. I give one last effort to free myself from the trap, arm swinging wildly and I wriggle, trying to free my head… I’m exhausted.

Rob Hunter:
"Alright stud!" I hiss at you as you refuse to submit. Instead you threaten me, which is not the smartest choice in your position. I start stroking your hard cock faster and faster. My fingers snaking around your shaft and my thumb constantly teasing your thick cockhead which is swollen af. "Then let's make that weapon submit first!" I lean down and my face gets closer to your meaty pecs. I stick out my tongue and softly lick over your soft skin until I reach your left nipple. I circle it with my tongue, eventually teasing it as I suck on it and taste the salty sweat that runs down your pecs. My hands keep on working your cock and rubbing in your own precum all over your cockhead. It's working like lube and making my hand easily slide around your thick rod. "Come on, stud! Shoot that cum all over those ripped abs!"

TJ-Pro:
Feeling of exhaustion and pain mingled with pleasure from having my cock worked over is too much. I try to hold out but the hold is too much. Your hand and fingers expertly work the shaft and head of my cock… I close my eyes and try not to cum, desperately trying not to blow my load. If I blow my seed I’ve got a chance to get out of this hold… I weigh my options, cum or blackout. I feel your wet tongue find my left nipple and tease it, flicking with the tip of your tongue and working my cock at the same time…

Unable to help myself I blow a huge load up and over my abs, I grunt deeply into your sweaty pit and my body goes limp. Cum sprayed up onto my chest, dribbles down onto my abs and pools in my belly button. My arms hang loose - ‘shit’ I think to myself. Another fucking loss…

Rob Hunter:
I know it won't take long until you lose your seed and spray it all over your body. While my tongue is working on your nipple I am still focused on your cock which suddenly starts pumping harder and harder. Your cockhead thickens even more and I am impressed how long you can hold your cum back. But after a few more rubs over your cum slit you finally have to admit that there is no chance to get out of this without giving me your hot thick juice. I release my thumb from your cum slit and the first ropes start to shoot up into the air and land all over your muscled body and mixing up with the sweat. It seems like your orgasm won't stop and your balls must have been fully loaded with your seeds. But after some more ropes your cock is just twitching slightly, KOd by my hand and I watch your body go limp in my hold. I release the Trap and let you drop down on the canvas. I push myself back and I settle right at the top of your head. "Good boy!" I mumble and softly slap your cheek.

My cock is raging inside my speedos and I pull down the waistband to make it flop out of it. "Hmm...maybe this will wake you up faster..." I grab my rock hard cock and kneel right over your face. I slap my shaft against your cheeks....from left....and right....some pre is leaving stains on your lips already as I do so.

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TJ-Pro:
Out cold after the vicious hunters trap, drained and milked dry, cum covering my body. I come too, feeling you slapping my face with your cock. My eyes flicker - I see you kneeling over me, your impressive body radiating masculinity. “Wtf happened?!?!?” I murmur… I lick my lips and taste your pre “oh shit - fair’s fair I suppose”

Rob Hunter:
I smile down into your face as I see you open your eyes and lick your lips. "Tastes good, stud?" I hook my arms under your pits and lift you up into a sitting position. "I hope you are ready for round two, TJ..." I tease you and push you forward, face down on the canvas that your ass points straight up towards the ceiling. I stick my fingers under the waistband of your trunks which are still covering that beautiful bubble ass and pull them down, revealing that tight pucker between two perfectly rounded butt cheeks. "WOOF!" I yell out, not able to hold my excitement back as I look down at your hot ass. I lean in and stick my face deep into that asscrack. My tongue slides out and around your outer ring, licking it wet and preparing it for my cock. Eventually I try to push my tongue into your hole but it's so tight that it's hard to get even the tip of my tongue inside. I moan deep and knead your ass with both of my hands, sliding my tongue up and down your crack.

TJ-Pro:
Still coming round, eyes slightly glazed. Lifted into the sitting position I know what’s coming… I feel you pull my trunks over my ass, freeing my cheeks. Bent over now and on all fours, I lean forward, resting my head on my forearms and arching my aching back. Feel your wet tongue searching for my hole. I push back, forcing your tongue deep, lubing my ass ready to take you.

Rob Hunter:
I slide my hands up over your cheeks and onto your sweaty back as I circle my tongue around your pucker again. I pull my head back and take another look at the perfect ass. "Alright TJ...here I come!" I grin and a bit of saliva is running down at the corner of my mouth. I slap my cock against your asscrack a few times and then point my cockhead right at your hole. I carefully push against it. "Fuck dude...you're tight!" I whisper as I push a bit harder. I can feel as your sphincter slowly gives in and suddenly your hole pops up and sucks in my thick cockhead. "UUAAAHHHH FUUUUCK!" I moan deep as I pull back out again. But just to get that feeling one more time. I push my cockhead into your ass again and this time I slide it deeper and deeper into your love canal until my balls hit your taint. I push down on your back with my hands as I move my hips in a steady rhythm, sliding my steel rod in and out your chute, fucking that perfect ass with my alpha meat.

TJ-Pro:
Bracing myself I feel you push against my hole, I grit my teeth and feel you push a little harder… I ease back and relax a little, a slight pop I feel you inside me, the initial sting easing you pull out and slide back in again, this time my hole expecting it. Pushing deeper I feel your cock deep in my guts, I tilt my hips back and arch my back enabling for easier access. You start moving into a steady rhythm, with every thrust I push back onto you getting deeper and deeper inside each time. I feel your cock throb inside me and I work your shaft with my hole.

Rob Hunter:
I focus on your hips as they move and sync with my rhythm, making sure you feel the same pleasure as I do. My balls are loaded with my seeds so much that some of my cum is already oozing into your ass. "Fuck dude! You feel fantastic!" I grunt in pleasure as I increase the power of my pounding. With each thrust I push you a bit forward and I need to keep you in place. I lean over and reach for your arms. I grab your wrists tight and pull your arms back. I adjust my stand and get into a squatting position. Now I have the perfect ankle to pound you even harder before I shoot my load down your ass. My balls are slapping hard against your taint and the sound of it is echoing through the empty ring room.

TJ-Pro:
Groaning in pleasure the deeper you get, you pull my arms back… fuck this is a new position! My body is held up off the canvas, knees spread and having my ass pounded. I haven’t got the stability due to my hands being pulled back so I can’t get into a rhythm, you balls smashing into my ass and your cock deep, I’m close to cumming again. Hands free! The more you pound the harder I get, each time hitting deeper inside I let go and release a second load, hands free over the canvas.

Rob Hunter:
I can feel your body stiffen again as I keep on pounding your ass. My cockhead jabbing your prostate like a punching bag and you release a second load right onto the canvas under you. I'm close to cumming and as you lose some more ropes of your hot cum your hole and chute tightens around my shaft and I can't hold it back any longer. I throw my head back as my balls start churning and the orgasm is huge as I breed your ass with my alpha babies. UUUUAAAHHHHHH FUUUUUUCK!!! I scream through the halls and after I flooded your guts with my juice I collapse on top of you. Our sweaty bodies stacked in the middle of the ring. The scent of sweat and cum fills the air. I take in some deep breaths and slowly pull my cock out of your ass again with a POP. "Damn stud...I think we should get cleaned up..." I whisper as I lay on top of you.

The End

Published: 2022-09-08, viewed 186 times.