Marc Dylan vs. Rob Conway

Dylan is the sexy porn star bottom who has been fucked by just about everybody in the industry. It's not hard to see why with his 5'9" 190 lb body that is near perfection complete with his boyish grin. Conway is the extremely well built 6'2" 230 lb wrestler who was most known for being a part of the La Resistance tag team, but now wrestles in indy leagues, like NWA, doing quite well for himself despite being over 40!

Dylan has seen Conway wrestle before, but it had been a while and the pornstar was definitely not expecting the wrestler to look just as hot, if not hotter, than he did all those years ago. Conway takes off his sunglasses and smirks at his opponent. Cute, but he's going to take a beating, Conway laughs to himself. Dylan can't stop looking Conway up and down, glad that he wore his kinky mesh and cheetah print shorts. The bell rings and Conway and Dylan circle around the ring, Conway keeps lunging in, but Dylan side steps him. Finally they lock up, Conway gets Dylan in a wrist lock, twisting his arm behind his back. Dylan tries to elbow Conway, but Conway ducks the attack and instead hoists Dylan up with a belly to back suplex. Dylan rolls up to his feet quick, rubbing his head as Conway comes at him, kicking him in the gut. He grabs Dylan's head in a side headlock and tightens his biceps around him. Dylan squirms as Conway then lifts him up and hits an atomic drop. Dylan bounces around holding his crotch in pain as Conway lunges forward with a clothesline taking him down. Conway lays his oiled up body on top of the porn star, but Dylan punches out after one. Conway picks him up to his feet and pounds him in the head, then the back, as Dylan falls to his knees. Conway picks him up and whips him into the corner. Conway charges right after him for a splash, but Dylan pulls himself up using the ropes and Conway goes right under him. Dylan rolls him up for the pin, but Conway throws him off him after two. Conway takes a moment to get to his feet, but Dylan's waiting for him and hits a dropkick. Conway stumbles back into the ropes, Dylan marches forward and chops him across the chest. It echoes loud in the arena as Dylan follows it up again, trying not to stare at the amazing body on display for him. He whips Conway across the ring, but Conway comes back with a strong shoulder block that send Dylan down on his stomach. Conway grabs him by the back of the head and runs to the turnbuckle, smashing him face first to the top buckle. Dylan falls back to his knees while Conway taunts him, "Is that all you've got?" He picks the pornstar back up and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with an elbow. Conway leaves his elbow up and slowly flexes his bicep. Dylan rolls around, wishing he had a better view of Conway right now. And then Conway comes dropping down with his elbow, nailing him in the stomach. Dylan lets out a yelp, while Conway rolls him over for the cover, but only getting a two count. He picks Dylan up, but Dylan punches him in the stomach. Conway whips him into the ropes, but Dylan locks on with his elbows, and counters with a kick to Conway's face. He charges at the wrestler, but Conway scoops him up and hits a power slam. He goes for the cover, but again only a two count. "Still have some left?" Conway taunts Dylan, who gasps for breath. He gets the pornstar in another headlock, his bicep choking Dylan's throat. Dylan tries to pry his arm off him, but to no avail. Dylan reaches to he rope, but he's smack in the middle of the ring. Conway laughs at Dylan's hopelessness. That motives Dylan, who is able to stand to his feet. He punches Conway in the chops, and another, making him take a step back, breaking the hold. Dylan comes in with another punch and then whips Conway into the ropes. Conway comes running back at him, and Dylan ducks for a huge back body drop that sends Conway bouncing when he lands. Conway picks himself up with the ropes as Dylan grabs him from behind. Conway spins around and hits a clothesline, taking Dylan back down. Both men get to their feet at the same time. Conway goes to punch Dylan, but Dylan ducks it and kicks Conway again in the gut. He reaches in for a suplex, but Conway counters with a neckbreaker slam. Dylan grabs his head in pain, as Conway is on him, picking him back up. He wraps Dylan's arm around his neck and hits the ego trip. He lays on top of the sweaty wrestler and counts it out: One. Two. Three. Conway stands up and poses over Dylan, rubbing his loss in his face.

 

 

The beach was crowded when Conway went to sleep, but now as the sun was starting to set he notices it's nearly empty. Well, it was empty, except for another guy who was brave enough to wear a speedo. Conway sits up on his elbows to get a better look, no, he was a built hunk who could easily wear a speedo. Conway nods, impressed. His own body is tan, ripped and oiled. Conway feels his abs, proud of all the work in the gym he put in to get them. He could see the other man had a nice set of abs too. "Are you staring at me?" the other man hollers at him. Conway blushes, he was caught. The other man stands up and approaches Conway. Conway can't help but stare at his crotch, looking at the head bounce around in the skimpy beach wear. "I said, are you staring at me?" "So what if I am?" Conway says with a smirk. He takes off his sunglasses and looks the young stud in the eyes. Dylan puts his hands on his hips, "Well, it's making me uncomfortable." "And why is that?" "Because you're giving me a boner," Dylan says without hesitation. "And when I leave, it's going to be very noticeable." "I know how to take care of that," Conway says. He tugs on Dylan's speedo letting his semi-hard dick flop out. Conway then sits straight up and opens his mouth, taking the dick all the way in. When he spits it out, it's completely erect. Dylan lets his speedo fall to the sand and steps in, allowing Conway to grab his cock and stuff it back in his mouth. His lips glide up and down the shaft, his nose rubbing up against Dylan's shaved pubes. Conway loved sucking the big ones, and this was a good catch. He squished Dylan's ass with both hands as he bobs the dick in and out of his mouth. He knew he was wide awake and that this was happening, but there was something about having the empty beach that made it seem like a dream. Dylan pinched his pecs as Conway slurps the dick in and out. He thought there was a chance Conway would be interested, especially since he was wearing the cheetah print short shorts, but he thought at most they'd go back to a hotel room or something, but he never thought Conway would be this hungry for cock that they'd be having sex on the beach, hearing the waves roll in as the sun set. He combs Conway's slick hair back, as Conway licks the tip of his head. "Ahhh..." Dylan sighs, impressed with Conway's skills. Conway licks from the balls up the shaft to the head and takes the dick in, his hands now stroking up and down the cock with his movement. Dylan twitches from the sensation, resting his hands on the wrestler's shoulders. Finally Dylan can't take it and pulls his cock out of Conway's mouth. He gets on his knees facing Conway and the two hold each other, kissing. Conway tilts his head, letting Dylan's tongue slide in his mouth as his hands feel down Dylan's back. Dylan slides his hands down the back of Conway's trunks, feeling the bubbly butt. "You want a piece of that?" Conway asks. "Who doesn't?" Dylan replies. Conway gives him another kiss and then slides off his trunks, revealing no tan lines, not even on his erect cock. Conway gets on his hands and knees with his gorgeous ass waving for Dylan to come enter. Dylan squeezes the cheeks, slapping them. Never had he seen such an ass like this, at least without injections. He nuzzles his face in between the cheeks and begins licking up and down the crack. "That's it," Conway groans as Dylan's tongue swirls around his hole. "Get in there." Dylan flicks his tongue in and out, as his hands try to pull the cheeks apart. He spits in Conway's hole and licks the saliva back up. Conway closes his eyes, it'd be a while since he'd been fucked, but his hole was still loose enough that it shouldn't hurt. Plus the way Dylan has been loosening it up with his rim job it should be rather enjoyable. Dylan sticks his index finger in, letting it curl inside Conway. He senses Conway hadn't been fucked in a while, and felt privileged that he'd get the chance. He pulls his finger out and taps his dick on Conway's butt. He slides it up and down between the cheeks, making Conway beg, "Oh yeah, fuck me now." Dylan slides his dick in, with ease, and listens to Conway exhale a deep breath. Dylan pumps his cock in and out at a steady rhythm, watching as Conway's ass cheeks smack together with each penetration. Conway clenches his ass tight, savoring the cock in him, it had been so long. Conway smiled as Dylan's dick disappeared all the way in him, he could feel Dylan's balls smack his ass. "Come on, that's it!" Dylan rubs Conway's lower back and ass as he pounds away, watching the butt bounce off his dick again and again. Conway rubs his ass around on Dylan's crotch, letting the dick swirl around inside him. Dylan leans in over him as he fucks, the sweat mingling on their bodies. "Uhhh, yeah..." Conway groans. "Keep it coming." Dylan is impressed with Conway's stamina, but then again he knew he was a wrestler and had seen some of his longer bouts. But that was wrestling, and this was sex. Conway buries his hands in the sand as moans some more. And hen finally he feels Dylan pushing him down, flat on his stomach. Dylan keeps humping Conway, but at more methodical pace. Conway turns his head in the sand, "Oh yeah, right there," he sighs. "You like that?" Dylan teases. "Oh yeah,  don't stop fucking me baby." Dylan smirks and keeps humping him. He feels Conway clench his ass ass and release, almost like he's fighting to keep the dick in him. But as pleased as he was with the wrestler's ass, he wanted to feel Conway's cock in him. He was surprised Conway didn't want to top him, at least right away. Most guys did, and Dylan didn't mind. "Ahhh..." Conway groans. "I want you to fuck me," Dylan whispers. "Yeah?" Conway replies. "Fuck me, hard." Dylan reaffirms. He gets off the wrestler and Conway rolls over on his back, his chest covered in sand. Dylan brushes it off, feeling the impressive display of muscles. He kneels over Conway wiping down his abs, and then he bends over and kisses his stomach. "Ahh..." Conway is ticklish. Dylan goes up to his chest and sucks on his pecs delicately. "Ohhh..." Conway sighs as Dylan's tongue laps them up. Conway's dick rubs up against Dylan's ass, up and down the crack. "You want my dick?" Conway asks again. "Yeah," Dylan nods before kissing the wrestler. "Ride my dick then." Dylan grabs the cock and lines it up to his hole, squeezing it in. "Oh..." Dylan sighs as it goes further in him than he expected. It didn't hurt, Dylan had been fucked too many times for anything to hurt. "Ooooohh, fuck" Dylan sighs continuously as he rides up and down the cock. Conway feels up Dylan's stomach to his chest, squeezing his pecs, impressed with the porn star's body, especially hot in the dimming sunlight. Conway hadn't found too many men that he was interested in that had a body the least bit comparable to his. Dylan was by far the best. "Mmm, mmm, oh fuck," Dylan sighs. Dylan presses down on Conway's shoulders going up and down the dick. "Fuck," Conway sighs. "Ohhhh, mmm, mmm..." Dylan moans, riding the dick faster. Conway pulls him in to his chest and starts thrusting his dick up in him. "Ohhhhhh!" Dylan moans. "Fuck, ahhh..." Conway grunts as he pounds the ass harder. "Ohhhh, mmm, fuck me..." Dylan's higher pitched moans roared, muffling the sound of the waves coming in. "Ahhh, ahh, oh fuck," Dylan moans louder as Conway's dick stuffs his hole again and again. Conway then rolls them over so Dylan is on his back. "Oh yeah, fuck me." Dylan says, hungry for more. Conway sits up on his knees, spreading Dylan's legs as he begins plowing him some more. "Oh yeah, awww." Dylan sighs as Conway gyrates his cock. "Yeah..." "Uhhhhh..." Conway grunts, as he pounds Dylan some more. Dylan rubs his stomach, going down to stroke his hard cock as Conway's dick disappears in him. "Mmm, mmm... Oh, awww..." Dylan moans. Conway had fucked a lot of guys, and usually by this time they were begging him to slow down. But not Dylan, who looked relaxed, as the tide starting coming in, getting him wet. Conway crawls on top of him and pumps his ass way back before coming back down in Dylan. Again and again. Hard. "Ohhhhhh, yeahhhh..." Dylan sighs as his body shakes with each pounding. "Uhhh," Conway grunts as he keeps going. He looks down at Dylan who licks his lips. "You like that?" "Mmm hmm... awww..." Dylan moans. Conway grinds his dick in Dylan again, this time Dylan whimpers out loudly, "Awwwwww!" Nailed it. Conway smacks his prostate again and again. "Ohhhh!" Dylan held his cock tight, he could feel he was going to cum soon. He was surprised, usually his ass made whoever was fucking him cum first, but then again Conway was a lot hotter than most of the guys who had fucked him, if not the hottest. He knew what he was doing. "You want to cum?" Conway asked, knowingly. "Ahhh, yeah, oh," Dylan strokes his cock fast and then his load squirts out on his stomach as Conway keeps pounding away at him. "Ahhhhhh!" Dylan let's out a deep breath as the last of his load shoots out. Conway pumps his cock in a few more times and then whips his dick out and squirts his load into Dylan's mouth. Dylan slurps up the cum, moaning for more. "Uhhhhhh!" Conway let's out a loud grunt as Dylan's lips suck around the tip of his head. "Yeahhhh!" Conway trembles as Dylan sucks his cock clean. Finally Conway collapses and rolls over on his back, letting the waves come in and wash the sweat off him. He can hear Dylan still trying to catch his breath, the sound of a job well done.

If I were to choose between these two, as adorable as Dylan is when getting pounded, I'd go with the more seasoned Conway, who looks just as fantastic as he did ten years ago.