Jake Wilder vs. Randy Orton

Wilder, previously known as Campbell Stevens, is a versatile, clean-cut hunk who comes in at 6'1" and 190 lbs. Orton, coming in at 6'5" and 235 lbs, has always been a hottie and while his body isn't as sharp as it used to, he still has an ageless appeal to him.

Wilder climbs in the ring nervous. Not from the short briefs he wears that could have an ass cheek exposed easily, but because he was facing Orton. He knew he was going to lose, but his jitters were about his dick and whether or not he'd get an untimely boner. The lights dim and then Orton struts out, raising his hands high about his head, showing off his ripped body. He climbs on top of the turnbuckle letting the thousands of fans in the arena soak in his body. And then the bell rings. Match time. Orton charges at Wilder and gets him in a side headlock. Wilder wiggles free, clearly willing to do anything not to be submissive so soon, but Orton trips him and gets him in another headlock. Wilder rolls over and breaks the hold, getting back to his feet and grabbing Orton in a wrist lock. Orton spins around, reversing it and shoves Wilder into the ropes. Wilder bounces back and Orton hits a Lou Thesz press and lands on him with a series of fists to the head. As much as the blows hurt, Wilder doesn't seem to mind having Orton's crotch that close to his face. The ref pushes Orton off him, and Orton laughs as he waits in the corner for Wilder to get to his feet. Wilder catches his breath, ready to mount a comeback. They circle around and Wilder lurches forward, but Orton knees him in the gut. He then hits an inverted headlock backbreaker, sending Wilder down hard to the ring.  Orton rolls him on his back for the pin, but only gets a two count. Orton picks the porn star back up to his feet and then hits a European uppercut. Wilder falls on his back again, but tries to get up as fast as he can. Orton hits another uppercut that sends Wilder stumbling back into the corner turnbuckles. Orton grabs his hand and whips him across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle, using so much force that when Wilder's back hits the turnbuckles he falls flat on his stomach. Orton races over for the pin, but Wilder kicks out after one. Orton then kicks Wilder as he tries to stand up, stomping on him when he's back on the ground. Wilder rolls to the ropes for safety and pulls himself to his feet. Orton is right there coming at him, but Wilder punches him in the gut. And again. Orton takes a step back, and Wilder leaps up and connects with a dropkick. Orton trips back into the ropes. Wilder, with a burst of energy, whips him, but Orton reverses it. Wilder hits the opposite ropes and grabs them, as Orton leaps up and misses a dropkick. Wilder catches his breath as Orton gets to his feet and then Wilder smacks him in the face. Orton hops to his feet and gets hit by another punch. Wilder then grabs him in a headlock and suplexes him. He crawls on top of the wrestler, but Orton punches out after one. He picks Orton up and whips him into the ropes and hits him with a forearm. Orton lands on his stomach and Wilder is there to pick him back up. He goes to whip Orton into the ropes, but Orton reverses it. He runs back and ducks Wilder's clothesline and then catches Wilder with a snap scoop slam. Wilder rolls on his knees in pain and Orton wraps him in a tight headlock from behind. He flexes his bicep, choking the porn stars air way, making him turn red. Wilder doesn't want to go down this way, hating to submit, and tries to fight back, but to no avail. He sits there, holding on to his energy and then pushes up to his knees and stands on his feet. He arches his back and then hits a jawbreaker. Orton falls on his back hard, and both men take a moment to even start getting up. Wilder gets there first and grabs Orton by the back of his head, smashing him into the turnbuckle. Orton falls to one knee as Wilder climbs the turnbuckles. Orton turns to face him and he hits a leaping crossbody. He lays on top of the sweaty wrestler for the pin, and gets a two-count. He thought he had Orton there. He picks Orton up and slaps him in the face a few times before hitting a dropkick. Orton falls back into the ropes nearly out of breath. Orton takes a step forward and sees Wilder coming at him with a spear. He trips him, making the porn star fall on the middle rope. Orton takes a step back waiting for him to stand back up. Orton then comes running at him and hits the RKO. Wilder lays flat on his back in the middle of the ring, knocked out. Orton still hooks the leg and gets the victory. Wilder rubs his head, looking up he sees Orton's ass as he poses on the turnbuckle for fans. He glances down and sees that he has a huge boner pointing straight up. Oh well...

Wilder had worked at the catering company for over a year and thought he had seen it all. Until today that is. He looks at the schedule and sees that he is the only one working at event. At the pier no less? What could that be?
Nonetheless he shows up on time in his khaki pants and polo and is surprised to see that the location for the event is a massive yacht. And that's when he sees who the event host is: Orton. He hides his eyes behind sunglasses and wears a white robe, underneath Wilder can see his black wrestling briefs. Orton greets Wilder with a hug.
"Change into this," he hands Wilder a pair of bright blue trunks. And just when Wilder thought that he might not be having to do any work Orton adds, "And then pour some champagne."
Wilder dutifully puts on the trunks, which are as tight as they can be around his round butt. He comes out and finds Orton with a couple of Divas at a table on the deck. He hands them each a glass of champagne, hearing them laugh and turns to leave. And then he feels someone grab his ass. He turns around and doesn't see who it was, but Orton was the only one within reach. Wilder stays inside, only returning to Orton and his guests whenever Orton calls for another drink. And after an hour or so of not hearing anything Wilder imagines Orton is taking his lady friends to the bedroom. But then he hears Orton call for him. Wilder steps out on the deck and finds the ladies are no longer there.
"Thank god they finally left," Orton says. "Look at how much I had to drink just to stand them. But you got to keep up appearances, eh?"
Wilder nods, trying to contain his smile knowing that Orton has no interest in at least those ladies.
"Now, here can you help me with this?"
Orton gives Wilder a bottle of sun tan oil. Wilder follows him out to the front deck where Orton has a towel laying out. Orton disrobes, and it's like slow motion in Wilder's eyes, the way the sun shines on his abs and the little bit of sweat dripping off his neck. Orton lays down on his stomach, ready to be rubbed. Wilder kneels to his side and squirts the oil down Orton's back, rubbing it.
"Harder," Orton orders. "Rub it hard so it soaks in."
Wilder nods and obeys his boss's command. He massages the oil into Orton's shoulders and then Orton sighs, "Yeah, that's the spot."
Wilder goes down to Orton's lower back, skipping over his ass underneath his trunks, and to his thighs.
"That's it," Orton sighs, "Get up in there."
Wilder rubs up Orton's thighs to his crotch, getting uncomfortably close to grabbing something he shouldn't, or at least he thought he shouldn't.
Orton rolls over on his back, "Don't miss any spots."
Wilder starts down at Orton's legs, rubbing the oil up his thighs and then squirts some more in his abs. He massages each muscle as his hands pass over them, impressed with how good Orton's body looks in person, up close. He gets to his chest, massaging his pecs and up to his shoulders, down his biceps. He feels that Orton's body is tense, but from what? With Orton coated in oil Wilder assumes his job is done and heads back inside.
"Wilder," Orton calls. "You've done a good job today."
"Thank you," Wilder asks. "That's why I specifically requested you, I knew you would."
Wilder nods, still unsure how Orton knew him.
"You don't remember me, do you?" Orton says leaning up on his elbows to look Wilder in the eyes. "It was at a Wrestlemania pre-party. You were working."
Wilder instantly remembers the night, being surrounded by all of the hottest wrestling stars in suits, and catching a glimpse of Orton himself.
"I saw that ass of yours," Orton explains, "And I asked for your name, so that I could see you again."
Wilder tries not to blush, not just because of the compliments, but because they were coming from Orton, a stud who could have any guy he wanted, and yet here he was alone on a boat with him half-naked praising him, a server.
"Come, sit."
Wilder tries not to look too eager but swiftly moves next to Orton. Orton touches Wilder's cheek, down to his chest and stomach. And then he kisses him. Orton's lips touching his, his tongue sliding in his mouth, all things Wilder fantasized about years ago as a teen when he first saw Orton wrestling, and now it was happening and it was real. He leans in over Orton, making out with him, the sweat dripping down on Orton. Orton's hands are frisky, feeling up and down Wilder's back to his ass, sliding underneath his trunks and squeezing the flesh. Both men breathe heavily as they roll on their sides. Wilder holds his hands on Orton's back pulling him close, letting the oil rub off on his body. Orton rolls on top, Wilder slides his hands up his chest, feeling his muscles. He can feel Orton's warm erection rub up against his own.
And then Orton makes the next move and slides his black trunks down to his ankles, and kicking them not only off him, but off the boat. Wilder feels the newly revealed ass, still in disbelief that he was in this position -- and technically get paid still. Orton pulls away from Wilder's lips and takes his tongue to Wilder's chest, where he flicks the tip of his tongue on Wilder's pecs. Wilder sighs as Orton gently bites them and then sucks them in his mouth. Orton goes down to Wilder's stomach, his eyes looking up at Wilder's before he tugs Wilder's blue trunks down. Wilder's boner pops right out, pointing straight up to the sky. Orton strokes it with one hand and then slides it in his mouth, sucking the head tightly. He kisses down the shaft and the slides the dick back in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down at a fast pace. Wilder rests his head in his hands, arching his back slightly, enjoying the job Orton was giving him. If he had known this was going to be his day today he wouldn't have gotten any sleep last night. Orton twists his head slightly each time he goes down making Wilder's legs twitch. Orton holds them down with one hand, cupping Wilder's balls in the other. Wilder is amazed at how long Orton goes down, never needing a breath, and how he takes it all in, his mouth not getting sore.
Finally Orton slurps the dick out, tapping it against his lower lip and kissing the head one last time before he pulls on Wilder's feet. He pushes Wilder's legs up to his chest, revealing his hole.
Orton smirks, "Very nice," before he dives in, licking up and down his ass crack.
Wilder clenches his ass, sighing at Orton's proximity to his hole. And then he feels Orton's tongue flick in and out, even his dick squirts out pre-cum. Orton's nose presses up against his ass as he munches down on him, like it was what he was looking forward to most today. Wilder holds his legs tight to his chest, enjoying the rim job so much that he practically forgets that it's his favorite wrestler doing it too. Orton looks back up over Wilder's legs and smiles, "You ready?"
Wilder nods, "Of course."
Orton spits on his dick, rubbing the saliva in before sliding his long dick in Wilder. Wilder's body trembles upon Orton entering him, he can feel him going in, it feels like his dick goes on forever, but then Orton stops. He can feel the wrestler's balls at his ass cheeks and then Orton gently pumps his dick in and out of his ass. Wilder clenches it tightly, making it a little fight for Orton to pull out, which Orton seems to like.
Orton breathes heavily, "You like my dick?"
"Uh huh," Wilder chokes out between moans. "I love it."
Orton feels up and down his own body with one hand as he plows away. The sweat between Wilder's cheeks drips on to his cock as he fucks him harder.
Wilder moans "Ahh, ahh" every other penetration, stroking his cock at the same pace as Orton's fucks. "Ah, yeah..."
He can feel the boat rock, is from Orton or the waves? He's not sure, but he could lay here forever. Orton leans over him, kissing him as he grinds his hips.
"Ahh, yeah, fuck" Wilder moans in between kisses.
Orton loves hearing him moan and softly moans along with him, "Ah, you like my cock?"
Wilder nods, his eyes locked on Orton's. "Ah, fuck yeah... Ahhh..."
Wilder feels the sweat dripping off his hair. He taps his dick up against Orton's stomach as he keeps going. Orton looks down, "Your dick getting hungry?"
"Ahh... fuck yeah it is, ahhh..." Wilder says with more confidence than he expected.
Orton smirks and pulls his dick out of the porn star. "Be my guest."
Orton leans on the boat railing, his ass sticking out, ready for a fuck. Wilder sticks his face in licking the sweat that drips down Orton's crack. He kisses up and down the hole, until he feels Orton push him away.
"Just fuck me."
Wilder never imagined hearing those words come from Orton's mouth, but there they were. Wilder stands up and taps his dick on Orton's shiny ass. It's the first time he noticed that there were no tan lines. He slides his dick in the wrestler's tight hole halfway. He arches back as he fucks him, taking his time to build up his speed. Orton grips the railing tightly, he hasn't been pounded in a long time. Wilder rubs Orton's ass cheeks as he fucks away, wiping the sweat off.
"Ahhhh..." Orton whines in a higher pitch than Wilder would have expected.
He's nonetheless turned on by Orton's vulnerability he starts fucking him harder. Orton moans louder, determined to take the cock. Wilder is impressed and keeps going faster and faster. He tries to keep his mind clear of all the thoughts racing through it -- will this be the only time he ever fucks Orton? Will Orton want him to cum in him? -- and tries to focus on the moment. Watching the base of his dick slide out halfway and then disappear in between Orton's cheeks. Orton stands straighter, leaning back to kiss Wilder.
"Yeah... Yeah... fuck me..." Orton whimpers.
Wilder slides his tongue into Orton's mouth and kisses him, until Orton whimpers some more. "Ahhh..."
Wilder slides his hands up Orton's chest, squeezing it as he keeps going. The mixture of sweat and oil makes his skin feel smooth and hard to hold on to. Wilder looks down at his dick as he pumps in and out of Orton. Orton bounces his ass back, taking it in as he belts out a long continuous moan.
"You like my ass?" Orton asks.
"Yeah, it's so tight," Wilder says.
"I've been saving it for you," Orton explains. "You like it more than my cock?"
"When you're perfect nothing is better than anything else," Wilder says.
Orton leans down letting Wilder fuck him straight in the ass hard. "Ahhh, right there, yeah," Orton moans and then he wiggles Wilder's dick out him.
Orton sits back down, leaning against the railing and waves Wilder to join him, "Sit on my lap."
Wilder squats down on the dick, moaning as Orton enters him again. The wrestler holds him steady as he thrusts his dick slowly in and out of him as he makes out with him.
"Ahh... ahh... ah..." Wilder moans again, "Fuck, fuck yeah..."
Orton smiles at Wilder's delight, rubbing his hands down Wilder's back. Wilder can feel that he's going to cum soon, but hesitates to warn Orton because he doesn't want it to stop. But then Orton hits the spot, Wilder tilts his head back and opens his mouth, but no sound comes out.
"You like that?" Orton says, knowing what he found.
"Ahh, fuck yeah... ahh, right there."
Wilder leans back, stroking his cock as Orton nails his prostate. "You gonna cum?" Orton asks.
"Ahh, fuck yeah," Wilder closes his eyes as he rubs his cock. He jerks slowly, "Want my load?"
"Shoot it all over me."
Wilder cups his balls with one hand and the other jerks harder and then as he breathes heavier he moans, "Ah, ah, ahhh, oh fuck, ah..."
His load squirts out on Orton, mixing with his sweat.
"Ahhhhhh..." Wilder let's the last drop out, still jerking his dick ferociously.
Orton slides his dick out of the porn star and lines his cock up with Wilder's. He strokes them both with one hand and then his load shoots out at Wilder. The cum splashes down Wilder's stomach as Orton finally lets out a climactic moan.
"Fuckkkkkk!" Orton's whole body twitches as the cum stops shooting out. "Yeahhh..."
Orton gasps for air as Wilder rubs his shoulders to hold him steady. Wilder wipes up some cum on his index finger and sucks it as Orton stops stroking his dick. Orton leans forward and sucks on Wilder's pecs as Wilder holds him close.
"That was incredible," Orton says. "Fucking incredible."
He stands back up and has Wilder get to his feet. "The shower is inside to the right," Orton says. "You clean up, I'm going to savor this."
Wilder takes his blue trunks and head back in.
"One more thing," Orton calls out. "What's your schedule like next week?"
Wilder smiles knowing where this is going. "I'll be available whenever you want me to."
Orton nods liking that answer. Wilder heads back in the shower, letting the cool water wash the cum and sweat off him. He dries off and puts on his khakis and polo and is surprised to bump into Orton who is back in his robe. Orton kisses him again. "Until next time..."
If I had to choose between these two hunks, I'd go with Orton.