Diego Sans vs. Jinder Mahal

In honor of July 4th, here's the 2nd of four special matches this week.

Sans is the versatile Brazilian stud with killer abs and a wicked smile at RandyBlue. Top or bottom his 5'9", 175 lb body works in whatever position he's put in. Mahal is the 6'4", 222 lb Indian-Canadian wrestler, sometimes sporting a beard. Facial hair or not he's impressive to look at, but unfortunately he was recently released.

Mahal and Sans stand in the opposite corners staring each other down. Sans eyes focus on Mahal's tight leather pants, and his bulge showing underneath. Mahal locks on Sans's ripped abs and his short red speedo shorts hiding his thick pipe. After enjoying their moment of eye-fucking the two lock up in a grapple. Mahal knees Sans in the gut and an elbow to the back sends him down on his stomach. Mahal stomps on him a few times, smirking that the scrawny porn star who thinks he can wrestle him. He pulls Sans up and sits on his butt and applying a camel clutch on Sans. Sans screams in pain as the bigger man keeps tugging him back. Mahal can feel sans going limp, and releases the hold. He's having too much fun to make it end now. Sans rolls over closer to the ropes, trying to catch his breath. Mahal uses the ropes to lift himself up and slam a knee to Sans's back. He nails a few more knee drops, as Sans rolls out of the ring. He falls to the mats on his hands and knees, exhausted. Mahal drops out of the ring and picks Sans up to his feet, before sending him down with a neckbreaker. Sans's body bounces hard off the mat, his ass shaking. Mahal grabs him by the trunks and tosses him into the ring. Mahal follows, laughing at Sans who has to use the ropes to get to his feet. Mahal grabs the porn star and hits a reverse STO. Sans falls face first into the mat with no energy to even try to pick himself up. Mahal kicks at Sans like a piece of garbage. Sans rolls away from the cheap attacks and picks himself up in the corner. Mahal grabs him and whips him across to the opposite corner. Sans slams into the turnbuckles. Mahal comes charging at him for a spear, but Sans moves at the last second. Mahal hits the pole and remains stuck in the turnbuckle. Sans takes advantage of the opening and kicks Mahal in the back. Mahal shakes himself free and punches back. He grabs Sans for a suplex, but Sans lands on his feet and counters with a neckbreaker of his own. Sans slowly gets up, but is on his feet first. Mahal gets up and Sans goes at him with some punches. He bounces off the ropes and hits a leaping forearm. Mahal lands on his back. He scrambles to his feet and Sans hits a dropkick. He picks Mahal up and whips him into the ropes. Mahal rebounds back and Sans hits him with an arm lariat. Mahal lands on his ass and Sans knees him in the back. Mahal, pissed that the match has turned, gets to his feet and punches Sans in the head. He then picks him up for a power bomb, but Sans uses a head scissors and flips Mahal over. He goes for the pin, but Mahal punches out after one. Mahal wipes his forehead, what the hell? Sans goes to the top turnbuckle for some aerial action. He waits for Mahal to turn toward him and leaps for a flying crossbody, but Mahal catches him. Mahal holds him tight, squeezing his ass, before throwing him up and hitting a gutbuster. Sans bounces across the ring, wringing in pain. Mahal chases after him and gets him in a double underhook suplex. Sans lays flat out on his stomach, not moving. Mahal smacks his head a few times before getting behind him and locking in the camel clutch again. Sans has no fight, and almost instantly taps out in defeat. Mahal tosses the porn star down and raises his arms up in victory.

Mahal walks into his hotel room, it's late afternoon and he's tired. He goes to close the curtains, but notices his room has a nice view. He steps out to the balcony and listens to the ocean only yards away. As he turns around to step back in another sight catches his eyes -- Sans, standing on the neighboring balcony in nothing but a skimpy speedo. Mahal doesn't know where to look, Sans's abs are gorgeous, his face is adorable, his butt is juicy, and his crotch looks like it's packing. Sans takes off his shades and smiles at Mahal, letting him know it's okay to look. Suddenly Mahal is wide awake, as Sans can tell from the boner jutting out of his tight leather pants. Mahal nods at Sans who hops over the railing in between their balconies. He stands right in front of Mahal, not saying anything, then grabs his head and kisses him passionately. Mahal's beard tickles Sans's cheeks, but Mahal's lips and tongue more than make up for it. Mahal slowly grabs onto Sans, holding him tight as they continue to makeout in the sun. Finally Sans pulls back to catch a breath. Mahal pulls him back in for another kiss, cupping Sans's ass. Sans puts his hand on Mahal's crotch, rubbing the boner through the leather, "You want my ass?" he asks. Mahal nods before giving Sans another kiss. "It's all yours..." Sans says, stepping into Mahal's room. Mahal follows him in, leaving the balcony door open -- who cares if there are witnesses? If anything Mahal hopes there would be, a voyeur shooting a video, capturing what is about to go down so he'll be able to relive, rewatch the sexy porn star he's about to have. Sans sits on the edge of the bed, Mahal steps up in front of him. Sans feels up Mahal's body and chest and then back down to his leather pants, unbuckling his belt. He then slowly unties the string holding it together, taunting Mahal with how close his hands are to his dick. Finally unlaced, Mahal's dick pops out right in Sans face. Sans strokes it a few times, not that it could get any larger or harder, before sliding it into his mouth. Mahal sighs heavily as Diego slowly let's the dick go in and out of his mouth. Sans holds on to Mahal's waist as he inhales the dick again, deep throating it. Mahal grabs him by his hair, moaning as he pulls Sans's head toward and away from his dick. Sans keeps sucking the cock, tasting the pre-cum oozing out of the head. Mahal fucks his cock in Sans's mouth like it's his tight ass hole, penetrating deep down the throat. Finally he pulls out, afraid of cumming already. He leans down and kisses Sans, who pulls him down on the bed on top of him. The two makeout, their bodies rubbing each other, as they try to hold one another as close together as possible. Sans rolls them over so he's on top on his knees with Mahal laying in between them. Mahal reaches for Sans's speedo, and slides it off, revealing his hard dick -- and no tan lines. Mahal can't help but smile -- though he's not surprised, he just can't contain himself seeing Sans up close like this. Sans spits on Mahal's cock, strokes it a few more times, then leans back, letting it poke in through his hole. It slowly glides up in Sans's ass, and both men moan in unison. Sans gently rocks back and forth on the cock, letting it go deeper in him, Mahal just clenches the bedsheets in pure heaven. Sans looks down at him, their eyes lock, as he rides the cock with more force. His big ass bounces up and down, letting the cock slide almost all the way out before plunging back up in his ass. Sans moans louder, as his hands press down on Mahal's chest. Mahal grins, as he cups Sans's ass and helps bounce him up and down on his cock. He uses so much force that his dick pops out of Sans's ass all the way before Sans's ass lands back on it. Sans holds his hands behind his head and lets them come down his face and body, like he's giving Mahal a strip tease. Mahal stops bouncing Sans on his dick, and just holds him steady as he thrust his dick in a fury that causes Sans's ass cheeks to smack so loud together that it muffles their moans. Mahal closes his eyes as he keeps going, pounding faster in the spurt. When it ends, Sans smiles, rocking back and forth on the dick, still not sated. Mahal pulls Sans close to him, Sans braces himself for another spurt of thrusts. Instead, Mahal scoots off the bed, and carries Sans across the room, his dick still in his ass. He goes to the wall, and with Sans's back pressed against it and nothing else, Mahal picks up the fucking. Sans holds his arms around Mahal's neck loving getting fucked in the air like this. Mahal's muscles bulge as he pounds away at the porn star. Sans's moans get louder and higher, with the head of his dick rubbing up against Mahal's sweaty body. Finally Mahal slows down, Sans pulls himself in and the two kiss. Mahal carries the porn star back to the bed and sets him down on his back. Sans holds his knees up to his chest and spreads them open as Mahal pounds his hole some more. Mahal leans over Sans so their faces align and they kiss some more. Mahal's thick dick grinds in Sans's ass, causing him whimper, "Oh god, yeah..." Mahal keeps going, knowing he's found the spot. "Fuck me, yeah..." Sans moans. Mahal  presses down on Sans's sweaty chest, "Ahhh..." Sans lets out a long, continuous moan. "Uh, god, yeah..." Mahal leans back, not letting his motion slow. Finally Sans silences as he rubs his cock and it explodes with milk white cum. It squirts on Sans's chest and into his ripped abs. Mahal keeps fucking for a good while before finally pulling out and shooting his juicy load in Sans's mouth. Sans sucks his dick clean, looking up at Mahal whose eyes are closed. Mahal opens them and sees Sans staring at him, he leans down and kisses the porn star. Sans pulls him on top of him and the two lay together in bed, completely satisfied. 

As sexy as Mahal is, I'd go with Sans who looks great from the front and has an ass that can eat you up, because really who could pass that (above) up?