Raul Korso vs. Ariya Daivari

Korso is a hot new hairy pornstar, who is half Italian, half Lebanese, 100% the real deal. His 5'11" and 210 lb body looks amazing in whatever position this versatile piece of meat takes. Daivari, the younger brother of the wrestler who went by their last name, is the Iranian-American pro wrestler who comes in at 5'10" and 216 lbs and looks stunning.

Arya climbs into the ring sizing up his novice opponent. They were about the same size, but Korso seemed to carry himself to be a lot bigger. The bell rings and the two men step forward, locking up. Korso gets the advantage, twisting Arya's arm into a wristlock. He sends the wrestler down to the mat on his stomach and releases the hold, opting to stomp on the wrestler's back. He picks him back up and gets another wristlock, but Arya rolls over, reversing it and then getting the porn star in a side headlock. Korso pushes Arya into the ropes and breaks the hold. He takes a few steps back and charges at him, but Arya swings his boot up, kicking him in the chin. He falls to his knees but Arya is there to pick him back up and chop him across the chest. Korso stumbles backward into the ropes and Arya whips him across the ring. Korso comes back, ducking a clothesline, and then uses the ropes to spring backward and hit a flying forearm smash, landing on top of Arya. Arya throws him off of him before the referee can even hit a one-count. He picks Arya back up and throws him into the ropes, Arya bounces back and jumps over him and hits an atomic drop. Korso stumbles forward and Arya grabs him for a neckbreaker. Korso falls hard, wrapping his arms around his head in pain. Arya lays on top of the furry man but only gets a one-count. Both men get to their feet at the same time. Arya charges at the porn star, but Korso defends himself with a clothesline that sends Arya on his back. Arya rolls up to his feet and gets hit with another clothesline. Korso picks him up and whips him into the ropes, connecting with an elbow to the face when Arya runs back at him. Arya is slow to his feet and walks right into Korso's grasp who picks him up and hits a back breaker. Arya winces in pain, rubbing his lower back, but Korso shoves him down and goes for the pin. Arya takes a breath and punches out after two. Korso thought he had him, and in his disappointment is slow to pick Arya back up. He gives Arya an uppercut, Arya waivers on his feet, and then Korso goes for a headbutt, sending Arya back a few feet, but still standing. Korso then turns to the ropes for some added momentum, but as soon as his back is to the wrestler Arya runs at him with an elbow to the back. Korso faces him now and gets a punch to the face as Arya builds on his assault. Arya bounces off the ropes and comes at Korso, but Korso catches him and hits a powerbomb. Both men roll on their sides trying to catch a breather. Korso gets to his feet first with the aide of the ropes and waits, squatting for Arya to get to his feet. He then comes at him with a big kick, but Arya ducks it. He swings Korso's arm over his shoulder and hits a flapjack. Forso's stomach smacks against the ring as he gasps for air. Arya picks him back up, feeling the sweat drip off the hair on his chest. He holds him against the ropes and chops him across the chest. Korso whelps, in pain, but Arya is already on him, whipping him across the ring. Korso rebounds back and stops himself before the ducked Arya. he kicks him right in the face, sending Arya stumbling back. He goes for a clothesline, but Arya ducks it and spins around him hitting a gutbuster. Arya grabs a little rug in the corner and goes to the top rope where he flies through the air hitting the magic carpet. He lays on top of Korso and hooks the leg, getting the three-count victory.

Korso had a crush on Daivari's brother, Shawn, as soon as he saw him. But he never seemed interested or even really acting like he noticed Korso whereas Arya did, always giving him a wave and a smile when they crossed paths in the apartment complex.
Korso knew he couldn't keep pursuing Shawn forever, especially since it was going nowhere. So he decided he'd go for the younger brother, who was quite the beefcake himself. And who knows, maybe Shawn would notice him then?
Korso arrives back at his apartment, about to sit down and watch some TV when he notices out the window that Arya was in the pool area. He stands there staring as Arya strips off his shirt, revealing his slick body. And then watches as he climbs into the hot tub, alone. Korso was so turned on he bolts out his apartment and rushes down to the hot tub despite being in his jeans and T-shirt. He only realizes that his attire isn't quite right when he gets to the pool area and is spotted by Arya. As usual the wrestler waves. Korso decides there's no going back, and walks over to the hot tub, and takes off his shirt, revealing his furry chest.
"Nice tattoos," Arya comments.
Korso smiles, which sends Arya's heart racing. Is he finally paying attention to him? Korso unzips his jeans, revealing his tight purple briefs.
Arya's eyes lighten up, "No swimsuit?"
"No, is that okay?"
Arya nods, not wanting to risk offending the hot man across from him. Korso slides in the hot tub opposite of Arya, he reclines back with his arms stretched out comfortably.
"Actually, I'd be in here naked if it weren't in full view of the other apartments with everyone able to see me," Arya confesses.
"I hope I'd be one of the lucky viewers," Korso replies not so subtly.
Arya's dick bulges, it's happening. Korso scoots over to Arya, getting intimately close, "You have quite the body."
Their faces are less than an inch apart, each of them breathing heavily. Arya leans in and plants his lips on Korso's who immediately wraps his hands around the wrestler, holding him close. Their kisses are passionate, like Arya has been holding them especially for this moment, maybe because he had. Korso sucks on Arya's tongue as they kiss longer and longer, their facial hair rubbing up against each other. Arya can't hold back, his hands feeling down Korso's hairy front side, squeezing his chest and stroking up and down his abs. Korso grabs Arya's wrist and moves his hand to his package, feeling the bulge in his purple briefs. Arya gives it a tug and Korso flashes a naughty smile. Korso slides up out of the hot tub, so only his ankles are under water. Arya scoots in between Korso's legs and peels the wet underwear off him. Korso's thick dick pops out and waves for Arya's taking. Arya holds it steady, still in disbelief that this was happening and opens his mouth taking it in. He goes too fast, nearly choking on the shaft, but Korso pets his head to calm him down. Arya tries again, sucking on the head tightening his lips around it as he pulls it away. Korso sighs happily. Arya was doing a good job, a really good job, but he still thought about Shawn. Arya keeps licking up and down the shaft before taking the cock in, spinning his head as he goes down the shaft. He holds his hands at the base firmly as Korso keeps petting his head. The jets from the hot tub squirt right at his side, a slight muffler of the porn stars sighs. Arya finally takes a break from sucking the cock, still stroking it consistently noticing that Korso seems to be lost in thought.
"I'm sorry," Arya says, "Did you want a turn?"
Arya steps out of the hot tub, water dripping off his ripped body. He pushes Korso on his back and kneels over him. Korso pulls Arya's swimsuit down, revealing his hard dick pointing right at him. Korso opens up and inhales the dick all at once. Korso bobs his head back and forth, swirling Arya's dick in his mouth in every direction. Arya sighs loudly, his fantasy of his moment come to life. He pinches his pecs as he feels Korso's facial hair skim against his legs. Arya twitches as Korso sits up, taking more of the dick in, pressing his hands on Arya's thighs.
Arya finally pushes Korso back down on his shoulders, "I don't want to cum yet."
Korso wipes his lips and sits back up. Arya plants another kiss on him as he lays on top of him. Korso feels down his back to his ass, squishing it with both hands.
"You like my ass," Arya asks.
Korso kisses down his neck, "I want you to fuck me."
Arya is caught off guard, but is pleasantly surprised. Arya rolls on his side and lifts Korso's leg up as he slides his dick in his hole.
"Ahhhh," Korso moans, taking a deep breath.
Arya likes how tight Korso's ass feels and gently slides his cock back out all the way before stuffing it back in. Arya fucks him slowly, Korso breathing heavily, borderline grunting the entire time. He strokes his dick as he leans up and watches Arya go in and out of him. Arya wraps his arm under Korso's neck watching his facial reactions as he moans continuously.
"Aw, aw, aw," Korso grunts.
Arya can't help but have a big smile, seeing his crush pleasured by him. He holds his dick in and grinds it slowly, as if he was trying to have his head rub against every part of Korso's inside.
Korso reclines his head back, "Uhhh, uhh, uhhh, uhhh..."
He looks over at Arya and the two kiss as the wrestler keeps fucking the porn star. Korso rolls on to his stomach and Arya follows, laying on top of him and getting his cock back in his hole.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Korso moans as Arya pounds his bubbly ass.
Arya watches the cheeks smack together as he rocks to and fro with his thrusting cock. Korso tilts his head back watching the wrestler work it. He even stopped closing his eyes picturing Shawn, watching the younger brother fuck him harder, the sweat dripping on to his back. Korso nods encouraging Arya to keep his fast rhythm. Arya sits up on his knees as he thrusts down into Korso's ass and finding the spot. Korso's moans become loud high pitched whimpers as Arya nails his prostate again and again: "Oh oh, ahhh, ahhh, AHHH!"
Arya holds his dick in him, catching his breath. Korso sits up, gasping for air and gives him a kiss, holding the back of his head firmly in his grip. When he let's go Korso rolls over on to his back and spreads his legs wide open. "Fuck me until I cum," he says.
Arya quickly stuffs his dick back in and rocks it in and out, making Korso breathe heavily again.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Korso whines as he feels Arya go all the way in and out of him. And then Arya hits the spot again, he yells, "Ah, ah, aww fuck, ah ah, aww fuck!"
Korso twists in turns on his back as Arya rests his hand on his chest to try and keep him steady. But Arya's dick keeps hitting his prostate sending a tingle throughout Korso's entire body. Korso holds his hand on Arya's thigh, breathing deep breaths as Arya slows his fucking to a gentle rock.
"Ahhhh, ahhhh" Korso grunts, as Arya remains steady and silent.
Arya grabs Korso's cock pumping his hand up and down it. Korso scrunches his eyes as Arya hits his prostate again and then almost instantly a geyser of cum explodes out of his cock on to his stomach.
"Ahhh!" Korso moans, catching his breath. "Ohhh," he watches as the last drop spills out.
Arya smiles, leaning down to lap up some cum in his tongue. Korso leans back expecting the wrestler to jerk off over him, but Arya isn't finished. He picks Korso up to his feet and leans him over the pool chair fucking him standing up. Korso bends forward, worn out from his ejaculation, but keeps moaning as Arya pounds him fast. He holds one hand on Korso's ass rubbing it gently as he thrusts in again and again.
"Ah, oh, oh, oh," Korso moans almost as if he's going to cum again.
Arya freezes and pulls Korso back up close to his chest and then gyrates his cock inside him. Korso moans, but then Arya starts to yell over him as he climaxes inside him. Korso feels the warm goo fill him up and drip out his hole. Arya slowly drags his cock out of him and strokes the cum off of it. He then taps it on Korso's crack, wiping the last of the cum on him, as if to mark his territory. He certainly hoped it would be his territory.
Korso turns around and sees Arya's smile. The two men embrace each other, sucking on each others faces. For a moment they forget that they're out in the middle of all the apartments' view but neither man cares. Korso glances up into Arya's apartment and for a moment thinks he caught a glimpse of Shawn. He looks again, but the window is empty. Arya pulls him back to face him and kisses him again. "Let's go get cleaned up."

If I were to pick between these two studs, I'd go with Arya.