The Big Score

Peter Bishop knew a few wrestling tricks worth their weight in sweat. He twisted into place, pressing his face firmly against Mike Nichols' thick cock, the rigid length bulging against his cheeks like a promise kept. With a quick yank, he freed it, then plunged it into his mouth—licking, sucking, inhaling the musky tang wafting from Mike's damp jockstrap. Mike flipped him over on the mat in one fluid spin, driving his cock deep into Peter's tight pink hole. He fucked him hard, relentless thrusts that left Peter feeling utterly skewered, reveling in the way that rigid shaft stretched and filled him from the inside out. Just as the intensity peaked, teetering on unbearable, Mike withdrew and unleashed a hot shower of spunk across Peter's back.