I was sitting in the back seat of a car full of Mexican Luchadores driving around Daly City. It was nearly midnight on our way to Denny’s. All the wrestlers were starving.
Months prior (much like moments earlier) I had caught one of the Lucha Libre’s wrestling matches in Oakland.
These guys were used to selling out massive Arenas in Tijuana, so imagine my luck when I stumbled upon them at a rinky dinky little high school gym in Alameda.
I perused the merch tables when I saw him. A super hot punk rock Latino man with a long curly wild mullet. He was fucking jacked! He gave me some free pins and asked for my Instagram.
Turns out his hotel was down the street from where I worked so I hopped over on my Sportster the next morning before my shift started.
It was a fucking Motel! Let the sleaze begin.
I parked my bike and went up to his room. He pulled me in fiercely by my arm and shoved his tongue down my throat.
He kissed me hard as he walked me backwards to the bathroom and shut the door.
I had made it two steps in before I was spread eagle on the bathroom sink being fingered wildly. God I love Latino men.
He was power hammering my cunt with his massive jacked arm. I was squirting everywhere while he bit the hell out of my neck.
He left more bite marks on me than a vampire.
Then he grabbed me by my throat, shoved me to my knees and started face fucking the hell out of me. I could taste his cum immediately. His cock was covered in pre-cum.
He sat on the toilet and shoved my head down to his dick. It went deep in my throat while he held my head there with both hands, suffocating me.
He let me up for air, then shoved my face down on his cock again.
I’m thinking, ‘here I am, naked on a Motel bathroom floor, blowin’ some Lucha Libre while he sits on the toilet.’ It’s not even 10am on a Sunday. I kinda love myself for this.
He came hard in my mouth. Cum pulsated down my throat.
He was still hard after that. He picked me up and plopped me on the bathroom sink and fucked the shit out of me raw.
That bathroom was a steamy, sweaty and slippery mess!
“I’m about to cum again,” he whispered as he shoved me to my knees and drove his cock down my throat again.
I swallowed everything.
I caught my breath with an ear to ear grin as I cleaned myself up. “We got a flight to catch in a few hours,” he said as he hopped in the shower.
I introduced myself to his opponent from the previous night who was sitting on one of the beds.
“Wait a minute! You guys are friends? You mean wrestling is FAKE?” I joked. His opponent, Super Beast, chuckled.
My new favorite wrestler came out of the bathroom, got dressed and walked me to my motorcycle.
“Wait right there,” he said while I started up my bike. He came back from his room and gave me a hoodie. I went to work wet as hell, full of cum, covered in bite marks, and wearing his merch.
Fast forward to Denny’s in Daly City. We finished eating and went back to yet another Motel even seedier than the last. This time he brought out the fangs…
