Diego Thompson vs. Tye Dillinger

Thompson is a versatile porn star who started his career at Chaos Men and straight guys for gay guys, but the Puerto Rican has since joined Pegasus studios with a hot new look, which includes adding some more muscle on his 5'8" frame, coming in around 190 lbs. Dillinger, also known as Shawn Spears, is a sexy Canadian NXT wrestler coming in at 6'3" 235 lbs.

Dillinger and Thompson square off in the middle of the ring. Thompson squirms around Dillinger and gets him in a waist lock. Dillinger tries to pry open Thompson's hands and punches at him. He finally succeeds, grabbing Thompson's wrist into a wrist lock. He twists the wrist, making Thompson yelp out in pain. Thompson reacts quick though and somersaults across the ring, reversing the wrist lock with such force that Dillinger lands on the mat. Dillinger rolls around, but Thompson grabs his arm, getting him in an arm lock. Dillinger squirms, flat on his stomach, until he can get to his knees, which gives Thompsons a prime target. He let's go of Dillinger and slaps him hard across the chest. Dillinger winces in pain and Thompson follows it up with another chop. Dillinger stumbles back into the ropes where Thompson picks him up to his feet and slings him across the ring. Dillinger rushes back and eats a dropkick to the face. He quickly gets back to his feet and the two hunks lock up. Thompson pushes Dillinger back into the corner, trapping him. He boots Dillinger in the gut and elbows his back and then goes for a DDT. He lays on top of the wrestler for the pin, but Dillinger easily punches out after one. Both men get back to their feet facing each other. They lock up and Dillinger gets the advantage, hitting a belly to belly suplex. Thompson rubs his back in pain, but scrambles to his feet. Dillinger throws him into the ropes, Thompson slides between Dillinger's legs, avoiding a clothes line and hits an arm drag. Dillinger goes right back at him, and Thompson hits another arm drag, into an arm lock. Dillinger squirms around until he can get to his feet. He punches Thompson in the gut, and then pushes him back into the corner turnbuckle. He hits a series of shoulder blocks, taking the wind out of him. He then pick up the porn star and carries him to the center of the ring where he hits a spinning backbreaker on his knee. Thompson falls flat on his back to the mat and Dillinger goes for the cover. Thompson throws him off of him after two. The two men get back to their feet, Dillinger comes at Thompson with a boot, but Thompson steps back and catches it. Dillinger jumps up and kicks Thompson in the head with his free leg. Thompson falls back and Dillinger comes at him. He stomps on the fallen porn star a few times and hits an elbow drop. He then picks him up and slams him down with a power bomb. He holds him down for the pin, but Thompson is able to frantically kick free. Dillinger approaches Thompson, but Thompson punches him in a gut. Dillinger takes a step back and kicks Thompson in the face. Thompson rolls out under the ropes, still on the ring. Dillinger picks him up and hits a rope hung neckbreaker, sending Thompson flopping in the middle of the ring. Dillinger taunts at his opponent, not so tough now? He picks up his sexy opponent and gets him in a reverse headlock, shaking him violently. Thompson gasps for air and tries to wiggle free, but Dillinger has it on tight. Dillinger release the hold, throwing Thompson into the ropes, Thompson rebounds back and ducks another clothesline and springs back, but Dillinger catches him. He hoists Thompson on his shoulder and hits a running Death Valley driver, squashing the porn star. He lays on top of him and gets the three-count victory.

Dillinger rubs his shoulder, sore after his match, but he didn't want to raise suspicions that he might be injured so he decides that tonight he'll stay in his hotel room by himself. 
That's when an idea pops in his head -- massage.
He finds a number of a guy that Jason Jordan used (and had recommended) and decides to give him a call. Thompson answers the call and is able to be there in five minutes. Five minutes? That gave him just enough time to shower.
By the time Dillinger is out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist there's a knock on his door. He opens it up and the hunky masseur enters with his table and oils. Very nice. Thompson wore a tanktop and short shorts. Dillinger checks him out as he unfolds the table and has his oils all in order.
"You ready?" Thompson asks casually.
"Um, yeah. But I don't have on my underwear..."
Dillinger can't believe how nervous he is. He remembers there was a time when he had game.
"That's not necessary, but if you'd feel more comfortable..."
"Oh no, yeah, you're right, I guess I don't need them."
And so with that Dillinger unties his towel and it immediately drops to the floor. He didn't mean for the action to be so abrupt, but it was too late to change that now. He looks at Thompson for any sort of reaction -- but finds none. He must have seen a million dicks before, and asses, hell he probably saw Jason Jordan's cock. Dillinger nods for no apparent reason and then lies stomach down on the table. He rests his head in the headrest, looking down at the carpet. Thompson squirts some oil in his hands, rubbing them together faster and faster and then starts up on Dillinger's shoulders.
"Oh yeah..." Dillinger sighs, as Thompson's touch eases the pain he was feeling.
Thompson quietly works down Dillinger's back massaging the oil in.
Dillinger feels awkward by the silence, and thus begins talking, "So..." he starts, immediately realizing he has no idea what to say. "You do a lot of wrestlers?"
Thompson is quiet.
"I mean, do them as in, give them massages."
Shit, Dillinger can't believe he's fucked this up in his first three minutes. But then as Thompson's hands start rubbing the oil on Dillinger's ass he responds, "Yes. And yes."
Dillinger's eyes widen -- maybe he didn't screw things up -- and he starts to get a little hard. Dillinger rolls over on his back and stares up to the ceiling as Thompson's hands rub down his chest to his stomach. He watches as the porn star reaches over him, massaging the oil in, so entranced he forgets he has a boner. Thompson then grabs his dick and strokes it a few times. Is this part of the massage, or are they going to take things further?
Thompson walks to the side of the table and then stroking Dillinger's cock puts his lips on it. That answers that question. Thompson swallows all of Dillinger's dick, cupping his balls. Dillinger sighs as Thompson bobs his head up and down, letting his lips suction his shaft. Dillinger combs his hands through Thompson's short hair, sighing each time Thompson goes down on him. He tilts his head up to try and get a glimpse of Thompson's effective technique, but all he sees his a profile of Thompson's head.
After a few more minutes Thompson slurps the dick out and goes to the end of the table. He spreads Dillinger's legs open and tilts them up, getting a view of his hole. He spits in and then dives in, rubbing the saliva in with his tongue. Dillinger keeps stroking his wet dick as Thompson nuzzles his head in, eating away at his hole.
"Yeah..." Dillinger sighs, "Mmm..."
Thompson works methodically and quietly, the awkwardness trumped by his precision. Dillinger can see why Jordan would recommend the stud, as Thompson tongue fucks Dillinger's hole.
"Ah... that's it fuck me..."
Thompson pokes his head, "Fuck you?"
Dillinger nods, "Stick your dick in me."
Thompson stands up and strokes his hard cock a few times. Spits on it. Slides it in. He gets halfway in Dillinger before he twitches.
"That's it..." Dillinger encourages Thompson to go further.
Thompson slides his cock all the way so his balls rub against Dillinger's ass cheeks. Dillingers tilts his head back, adjusting to be completely filled. Thompson slowly rocks back and forth, pumping his dick out and in of the wrestler's bubbly ass. Dillinger sighs louder as Thompson feels comfortable to pick up the pace without hurting him.
"That's it, fuck me..." Dillinger whispers.
Thompson look Dillinger in the eyes as he forces his dick all the way in and retreats it back out. He leans in and makes out with the big man as he continues fucking away. Dillinger's hand slides down Thompson's lower back, keeping him from pulling out too far.
"Ahh..." Dillinger sighs again, breaking their kiss.
Thompson slides his cock out and has the wrestler lay back on his stomach. Thompson climbs on top of him and begins humping away. For a moment Dillinger worries the massage table won't be able to handle it, but Thompson's direct hits ease those fears. Besides this couldn't be the first time he's done it. Thompson rocks his ass up and down as he fucks away, pounding into the wrestler's ass hard. The whole table shakes, but not enough that they worry about falling over. Thompson holds Dillinger down, pressing on his shoulder as he keeps his dick in him, grinding in circles.
"Oh god, yes..." Dillinger yells. "Right there."
Thompson smiles, impressed with himself. He keeps humping away, watching Dillinger's ass cheeks wobble with each penetration and smack together. Dillinger rocks his ass back and forth, letting it eat the cock back up as Thompson pulls out.
"Yeah, that's it... fuck me." Thompson breathes louder, clearly this technique is working well for him.
"You like when I fuck your cock?" Dillinger asks.
"Yeah..." Thompson quietly replies between breaths.
"You want me to fuck you?"
There's a slight pause and then a reply: "Yes."
Thompson climbs off Dillinger has him roll over on his back. The porn star climbs back on the table and kneels over Dillinger, reclining back on his dick. Dillinger's cock pokes up into Thompson easily, getting more than halfway in at once. Thompson gently rocks back and forth on it, letting it penetrate further in him. Dillinger grins as he watches the stud ride his dick. He presses up against Thompson's chest, squeezing his pecs as he rides the dick harder.
"Yeah... yeah... yeah..." Thompson quietly moans as he goes.
Dillinger's hands slide around to Thompson's ass cheeks. He slaps them as Thompson rides, then spreads them wide open. He then begins thrusting up into him, Thompson at once stops rocking and let's Dillinger do the work. The table shakes with each pound, but Thompson's body remains steady. Dillinger fucks away, stuffing his entire dick in the smaller porn star until he hears Thompson moan loudly, "Yeah, yeah. God yes."
He fucks faster, not letting his dick get halfway out before thrusting it back up in the porn star. Thompson looks down, his eyes lock with Dillingers as he moans. It takes Dillinger a second to realize that Thompson is cumming, but once his load squirts on Dillinger's chest it's made clear. Thompson doesn't even touch his dick and the cum keeps flowing out. Dillinger slows his thrusts to a stop as Thompson finally touches his dick, squeezing the last of the cum out. Thompson leans in and licks up his load before kissing Dillinger, who swallows some of the cum in their kiss.
Dillinger slides his dick out of Thompson, and starts to rub it out. Thompson stands up beside the table, licking Dillinger's pecs ashe strokes his dick. Finally he clenches up and sighs, his load exploding out onto his already sticky stomach.
"Yeah! Ahhhhhh!" Dillinger exclaims.
Thompson smiles and licks up the fresh cum before again kissing the wrestler. Dillinger let's out a big exhale and stands up. He hugs his masseuse tightly, and gives him another kiss. The pain in his shoulder subsided or at least overshadowed with the sensation of an amazing fuck.
"I'll be calling you again," Dililnger says. Thompson nods, and quietly gets dressed. Another satisfied customer.

If I were to choose between these two hunks, I'd go with Thompson.