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Masters took a seat at the bar of the busy club and took a moment to take in his surroundings. Over the blare of the music he could make out snatches of various conversations, nothing especially interesting, and as the lights flickered and swirled he could see the occasional face he recognized. It seems he wasn't the only one who'd decided to make a stop at the club before heading to the hotel and to bed. He had hoped that a stop here might mean he wouldn't be going to bed alone and as his gaze shifted around the club a smile formed on his face.
Matt Striker was sat in a corner booth of the club by himself nursing a glass of beer. It took Masters just a few seconds to formulate a plan and within a minute he was striding across the floor with two beers in hand.
"Here you go man!" Masters slid one of the beers across to Striker with a smile on his face. "Mind if I join you?" The Masterpiece didn't give Striker a chance to answer the question instead he slid his large frame into the booth and took a seat next to the smaller man.
"Thanks." Striker grunted with a nod to the beer Masters had placed in front of him.
"No problem, you looked a little lonesome over here by yourself I thought you could do with some company."
"Yeah, well, you know it's hard being the new guy!"
"Tell me about it..." Masters took a swig of his beer
The two men shared an evening of spluttered and awkward conversation. A conversation that Masters was becoming less and less interested in, he'd come over to this table for one reason and one reason only, and it hadn't been to make a new friend! Finally Masters saw his opening as Striker got to his feet and headed toward the restrooms of the club.
The Masterpiece was soon on his feet and following the smaller man, his eyes instantly drawn to the tight hard ass of Striker as he strode to the restroom. Masters arrived in the small toilets of the club just a few seconds after Striker and strode over the urinal located just next to where Striker was stood.
"Great minds huh!" Striker joked to try and remove the tension he felt with Masters exposing himself so close to him. But as much as he hated to admit it, he was glad Masters had followed him into the toilets and he was glad that the large stud was stood at the urinal next to him. It gave him the chance to see if Masters was equally proportioned or not!
It took just a few seconds for Striker to glance down into Masters urinal and it took everything he had to stop his jaw from falling open! Masters was packing some impressive meat and Striker couldn't help but lick his lips, but it was as he licked his lips he realized he'd been looking for too long. His discreet look had turned into an all out stare.
"Enjoying the view?" Striker felt himself flush slightly as Masters eyes fell upon him. "If you want I can give you a better view. Back at the hotel?"
Striker swallowed and his mind raced. He couldn't deny that he was attracted to Masters and he couldn't deny that he wanted to go with Masters, he just didn't know if he had it in him.
"Come on..." Masters was already at the door as Striker made his decision and followed The Masterpiece out of the room and out of the club. Within a minute the two men were in a cab and heading toward a hotel.
...
Safely in the hotel room Masters soon found himself without his shirt as a smiling Striker looked on with an ever growing bulge in his jeans. The Masterpiece flexed his arms once again, this time with his shirt removed Striker was able to take in the full sight of the tensed muscles and found himself licking his lips in anticipation.
"Come here!" Striker needed telling only once, he left the bed on which he was perched and nervously approached Masters. "Feel them!" Masters was still stood with his arms flexed and Striker slowly reached out and grabbed the huge hard arms.
The smaller man moaned slightly as he pressed down on the tensed muscles that refused to give even a little. He wanted to move his hands all over the exposed torso of the man in front of him but he couldn't move. His hands seemed frozen in place.
"You like them?"
Striker simply nodded his response for some reason he'd lost his voice but he soon found himself distracted from that when Masters large bear like hands cupped his own and slowly started to guide them to the hard slabs of muscle that were The Masterpiece's pecs.
"If you liked that, you'll love this!"
With Strikers arms firmly placed on his pecs Masters tensed them causing them to jump slightly! He could feel Strikers cock pressing against his legs as he continued to make his pecs jump sometimes in unison and sometimes alternately. He knew that soon Striker wouldn't be able to resist him and he decided the time had come to test the waters a little.
Slowly he leant his head in towards Striker's and their lips pressed together. Masters was the first to open his mouth and soon with the aid of his tongue Striker's mouth was forced open as well. At first the smaller man attempted to resist and to escape the kiss but Masters hands held him in place and he gave into temptation. He allowed his tongue to enter Masters mouth and wrestle with the larger mans own tongue. He even allowed himself to submit to the muscled stud.
"There is another muscle I want you to get to grips with..." As Masters said these words his hands moved onto the shoulders of Striker and began to force him down to his knees and Striker quickly worked out just what was coming next. He swallowed hard as his hands fumbled slightly with the belt that held Masters jeans up.
Eventually he managed to release the buckle and pull open the buttons the held Masters jeans in place. With the belt gone and the buttons pulled open Masters found himself stood in the hotel room with his jeans around his ankles and just a tight pair of black boxer briefs covering his semi-erect dick.
Striker once again swallowed hard before reaching for the waist band of the briefs. His hands were quickly stopped before he could pull the briefs down and expose Masters cock though.
"Not yet, you've got to get it hard first..."
Striker obeyed this command instantly and moved his hands down from the waistband of the briefs down the large bulge created by Master's dick. Slowly and gently at first he allowed his hands to run over, feel and squeeze at Master's cock but soon his hand movements were getting faster and rougher and the large dick was reacting accordingly, growing harder and harder with every touch.
And as Striker's tongue ran over the thin material covering Master's cock he knew the time had come for the black briefs to be removed and so he grabbed and pulled at the waistband. This time Masters did not reach to stop him. Instead the muscled stud looked down as his large hard dick sprang from the confines of his briefs and slapped his rock hard abs with a slap.
Striker meanwhile licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come.
It took him just a few seconds to dive onto Masters hard dick and swallow it down. The movement was so swift that it made Masters cry out in pleasure. Striker let a smile form as he deep throated the large cock with practiced ease. After sitting with the dick in his mouth for a few seconds he began to slurp and suck on it, sending waves of pleasure through Masters.
"Jesus!"
The Masterpiece found himself clutching onto the sides of Strikers head just to keep himself up right, the guy who had seemed so nervous earlier in the night was now moving up and down his large dick with skill. Letting his tongue lag behind slightly and just tickle the underside of his shaft. Strikers hands meanwhile were busy playing with the large balls the hung below Master's cock and running up and down his rock solid abs.
"God! I've gotta fuck your ass!"
The excitement that lit up the eyes and face of Matt Striker as Masters uttered these words in between moans of pleasure was impossible to miss and instantly he released the tight fitting grip his mouth had, had on Masters dick and climbed back to his feet, ripping his clothes off along the way. It took him all of ten seconds to shed his clothing and stand with a huge grin and a hard a cock. A hard cock that was dwarfed in size by Masters own large dick.
"You don't waste anytime do you!" The Masterpiece grabbed Striker and pulled him in toward him and once again the two men were kissing. This time Striker was into the kiss from the get go. Opening his mouth wide and letting Masters probe his mouth with his tongue.
It was as the two men kissed that Masters hands slid down the solid back of Striker to the tight pert ass. Masters wasted little time in squeezing the firm checks before slowly parting them and slipping a finger into the tight hole. Strikers slightly startled moan was stifled by the kiss the two men were still sharing. The two men slowly pulled apart as Masters slipped a second finger into the hole and this time Strikers moan was heard in full volume. He was clearly enjoying every second of this.
"I want your cock in me!" Striker sighed as a third finger forced its way into his hole. His moaning was once again muffled though as he found Masters hard nipples. Slowly taking each one into his mouth in turn. Licking and sucking on them. Letting his tongue flick at them.
"You ready?"
Striker simply groaned his response.
"Good!"
Masters pulled his fingers out of the tight hole as he spun Striker round and bent him over the bed with ease. And then he licked his lips in anticipation as he saw the pink hole looking back at him. He had an overwhelming desire to plunge his tongue deep into the hole but he fought it. He knew he couldn't wait any longer to fuck Striker and so slowly he placed his large purple head in between the smooth and pert cheeks of Strikers ass, just hovering outside of the hole.
Striker released a cry as the unlubed cock of Chris Masters forced its way into his ass. Soon all of the large pulsing dick was pushed into his ass and as Masters began to grind up onto his ass checks the pain subsided and was replaced with a intense pleasure. Pleasure that only grew as Masters slowly started to pull out of his ass and thrust back in, deeper and harder with every thrust.
"Oh fuck yeah Chris!"
Masters closed his eyes and let his instincts take over. Thrusting in and out of Strikers incredibly tight hole the occasional grunt and groan escaping his mouth as his thrusts grew harder and faster. He could feel the friction building up around his cock and it only added to the pleasure.
"Harder Chris! Harder!"
He heard Striker and responded to the requests and pushed into his tight ass harder and faster then before. And as the speed and strength of his thrusting grew so did the volume of his grunting. So his eyes were opened and staring down on the tensed back of Striker as he thrusted hard and fast into the tight ass, loud grunts escaping with every thrust of his hips.
"So fucking tight!"
"Oh God Chris!"
The cries, groans and grunts of passion grew louder and more constant as Masters thrusts grew in strength and speed. Masters could feel himself getting closer and closer with every thrust and was focused fully on making this fuck last as long as possible, this ass was too tight to give up! But soon he felt the cum building up and knew that he could hold off no longer...
"Oh fuck yeah!"
He pulled out of Strikers ass and fired off five heavy shots of white creamy cum. The load landing on Strikers back and into his hair, and after carefully wiping the remaining cum off of his cock and onto Strikers pert ass checks Masters collapsed onto the bed next to Striker.
"You enjoy that?"
"Fuck yeah!" Striker replied.
"Your ass is so tight!"
Masters let out a sigh whilst Striker began to kiss and lick up the hard body of the Masterpiece. Once again finding the hard nipples and flicking at them with his tongue. Masters let out a sigh as Striker once again sucked on each nipple in turn, amazingly he could feel his cock springing back into life!
"Wanna go again?" Striker asked as his hand moved down to the semi-erect cock of Masters, who did not answer he simply let Striker keep going and looked toward a dark corner of the hotel room were a small red light was still glowing. He smiled to himself and once again let out a moan as he felt Strikers lips wrap around his cock...
The Standings
Masters -- 2
Cena -- 1
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