Zeb Atlas vs. René Duprée

It's a Flashback Friday Post! Atlas is gay-for-pay bodybuilding pornstar from the mid 00s to the mid 10s. Coming it at 6'3 and 224 lbs, this massive man was typically paired with smaller men for him to fuck, and unfortunately never bottomed on camera. Dupree made his WWE debut in 2003 as part of the La Résistence tag team, where he had a successful run. In 2006 he was rebranded with a move to ECW complete with a longer hair and more juiced up body, but he left the company in 2007 and now wrestles in Japan. Still the 6'3 260 lb beefcake was quite the sight to see in his prime and honestly the complete package, with a delicious ass that barely fit his trunks and a dick that was always jutting out.

Dupree waves his Quebec flag proudly as his glistening, oiled up body takes its sweet time getting to the ring. In his corner, Atlas adjusts his shorts, not minding the wait as he's actually quite impressed with the young athlete's body. Dupree climbs into the ring and sets his flag on one of the corner poles, only now eying Atlas. The pornstar swears he can see the wrestler's infamous boner grow.

The bell rings and Dupree uses this opportunity to flex both his biceps for the pornstar. Impressive, Atlas nods before posing right back, showing off his just as big muscles. Dupree furrows his brow, not liking being shown up and spits in Atlas's face. Dupree steps back and laughs, turning his back to Atlas. Atlas wipes the salvia off his face and waits for the wrestler to face him. Once he does Atlas unleashes his anger, charging at Dupree, striking him hard with a series of strikes. Dupree catches a break, raking Atlas's eyes, and landing a couple blows to his back. Dupree then bends to lift Atlas, but the huge pornstar blocks him. "Not today, Rene."

He then scoops up the wrestler and slams him down. Dupree scurries up quickly, but walks into Atlas's arms again for another slam. Dupree hurries back up and Atlas grabs him a third time, this time lifting him up above his head and tossing him down. Dupree lands hard on his stomach and rolls out of the ring, in a daze from the assault. Atlas poses again in the ring, taunting the wrestler, but Dupree puts his hand up and shakes his head no.

"What's the matter you don't want this?" Atlas says as he climbs out of the ring, following after the wrestler.

As Atlas reaches for him, Dupree kicks him and then grabs Atlas's wrist, whipping him hard into the barricade. The big man slouches back, looking very hot in this vulnerable position. Dupree slaps him hard across the chest, a second time and then a third. "You can't handle this," Dupree says, gesturing to his body before striking him a fourth time. 

Dupree throws the bodybuilder back into the ring and comes in after him, but Atlas is already up and stomping on Dupree as he rolls in. He then hits some blows to Dupree's back and then lifts him up for a pumphandle neckbreaker. 

"Ahhhh!" Dupree yells out in pain, but the scream only turns Atlas on.

Dupree tries crawling away, but Atlas grabs his trunks, stretching them down and getting a nice view of that ass. No tan lines... Atlas notices.

With this distraction the wrestler is able to get free and stand, trunks pulled back up. He comes at Atlas, but the pornstar whips him into the ropes. Dupree bounces off the ropes and into Atlas's arms for a belly to belly suplex. The wrestler crawls to the corner and holds his hand up, begging Atlas to stop. How cute, Atlas thinks before kicking him, stuffing him in the corner. Atlas then grabs the wrestler and whips him across the ring to the other corner and follows after him with a big body splash that has their bodies smash together hard. Amidst the pain, Dupree can taste Atlas's sweat on him. He licks Atlas's chest, which catches the pornstar off guard. He replies with a punch to the head. "Save it for after the match." 

The pornstar pulls Dupree out of the corner, but the wrestler elbows him in the gut followed by a drop kick that drops Atlas to his knees. "Don't tell me what to do."

He then gets behind Atlas and wraps his bicep around his neck in a headlock, trying to wear pornstar down. "Yeah, how do you like this?" Dupree taunts as he sits on the pornstar's back, tightening his hold.

Atlas takes a breath and then stands back up, with Dupree on his back. He then falls back, dropping the wrestler hard down. Atlas is still slow to get up and both men are standing at the same time. They lock up and Atlas pushes Dupree back into the ropes and then whips him across the ring. The wrestler ducks a clothesline attempt, rebounds back again and connects with a crossbody. He then pulls Atlas up and hits him with a big powerbomb. Dupree slides on top of him, pressing down on his sweaty body for the pin, but Atlas throws him off after one. 

Dupree waits for the pornstar to stand back up and then sneaks behind Atlas and wraps his arms around his neck for his Bonne Nuit hold. Atlas tries to pull away, but the wrestler yanks him back toward him, hold intact. As Atlas loses air he feels Dupree's hard on through their trunks, rubbing up against his ass. He elbows the wrestler in the head, stronger a second time and then spins out of the hold. Atlas holds on to the ropes to catch his breath as Dupree marches back toward him, hitting a sledgehammer blow to his back. Atlas drops to one knee and Dupree strikes again, knocking him down. With Atlas flat on his back, the wrestler does his dancing French Tickler taunt over him, but Atlas grabs him by the thigh and rolls him up for the pin. One. Two. Dupree kicks out in time, insulted that Atlas ruined his taunt.

He charges at the pornstar but Atlas is ready with a big boot to the kisser. Dupree wobbles backwards trying to maintain his balance. Atlas charges at him with full force, tackling him with a spear. Atlas grabs him by the head and lifts him up for a suplex, delaying it to show off his strength. When he finally slams Dupree down, the wrestler is worn out. But Atlas is just starting to have fun. He eyes Dupree's flag pole sitting on the turnbuckle and grabs it. He then looks at Dupree lying on his stomach, ass in the air and plants the flag in him, digging it in between his cheeks. Atlas smirks watching Dupree's bubble butt eat it up. He pulls it out and then digs it back in, making the wrestler moan -- out of pleasure or pain, Atlas doesn't know, but he's turned on. Oh, how he wishes it wasn't the flag pole doing that. 

He then climbs to the turnbuckles and leaps off with a flying dropkick, landing on Dupree's back. Atlas knocks the flag away, grabbing Dupree's legs, folding them up for the pin. He stares at the juicy ass as the ref counts out, "One, Two, Three."

He discards the beefcake wrestler and raises his hands in victory.

Dupree returns to the locker room and finds Grenier shaking his head at him. "How could you lose to him? A jobber?" his fellow French man shouted.

Dupree is too tired to explain, he just wanted Grenier's support. To have the older man hold him, kiss him, but instead Grenier leaves his partner in disgust.

Atlas walks out of the showers in nothing but a towel and finds Dupree sitting on the bench rubbing his shoulder, still sore from the match. Seeing the kid like that made Atlas feel slightly guilty, Dupree was what, 19? Sure he has a bodybuilder frame, jacked with muscle, but he was young. And after their match, seeing him move about the ring, their bodies pressing together, Atlas was horny.

"Here..." Atlas stands behind him and begins massaging the shoulder.

"Ahh... thanks..." Dupree looks up at him.

"Let me know if I'm going too hard," Atlas says as his hands squeeze the muscles in his shoulders.  

"Oh, right there," Dupree blurts out.

Atlas works on the knot and feels the tension in Dupree release. He also sees that the wrestler's "French Tickler" is standing in salute. Atlas's left hand reaches below and cups Dupree's crotch, rubbing it through his trunks. "I can help you with that too, you know..."

"Oh yeah?"

Dupree stands up, pleased to have the older man's attention. Truth is, he's in awe of Atlas's body, as big as Dupree is, he envied Atlas's frame. And considering he's what, mid-30s, to be looking that good? Fuck. Dupree can only wish he's in that much shape in another fifteen years.

As Atlas continues working Dupree's shoulders, making him sigh and moan with pleasure, the wrestler slips off his trunks, letting them drop to his ankles. 

"Oh yeah," Atlas whispers into his ear as he grinds his crotch in between Dupree's cheeks. 

Atlas can't hold back any more and tosses his towel on the bench. He pins the wrestler against the lockers and spits on his cock before stuffing it in him.

"OHHHHH!" Dupree shouts in surprise as Atlas's head pierces through.

"Yeah, there we go baby," Atlas rubs Dupree's shoulders to ease him. "There we go, take it nice and easy."

"Ah, yeah," Dupree sucks in some air and exhales.

"Mmm, that's nice and tight," Atlas grunts.

Atlas fucks him slow with steady strokes, watching as his dick disappears between those two thick cheeks of his. Dupree's tight hole was another reminder of the young stud's age. Atlas figured Dupree and Grenier were fucking around, two hot men like them, but given Dupree's stiffness, it seemed like not as much as he imagined -- at least not Dupree bottoming. Whatever the situation was, Atlas is pleased to be the one to help break him in.

"Oui, right there," Dupree moans, his face pressed against the locker. 

Atlas nails him again from that angle, making his body shake. Fuck, it feels so good to have the big man in him. He tried with Sylvain, but Grenier always wanted to bottom. And as much as he enjoyed fucking his partner's juicy ass, there were times when Dupree just wanted to be dominated. But every time Grenier would come up with an excuse not to.

"Yeah, you like that?" Atlas asks.

"Fuck yeah, yeah, uh huh," Dupree's words spew out with little thought behind them.

The pornstar's thrusts have picked up their pace, with more muscle behind them, but still relatively tame. He didn't want to tear a new hole into Dupree, at least not yet. The wrestler arches his back slightly and Atlas firms his grips on his hips. As stiff as Atlas can be on camera, there's nothing methodical about his fucking now. He smacks the ass as his dick slides back before driving back into him.

"Yeah, baby, yeah," Dupree looks over his shoulder and smiles at Atlas.

Atlas gives him a nod and reaches around and grabs the wrestler's cock. He's pleasantly surprised to find him very hard to the touch. He strokes it in sync with his thrusting which only make the wrestler whimper more. And then after a series of quick, hard thrusts Dupree pushes Atlas back.

"Fuck..." he pants catching his breath.

Atlas grabs Dupree and pulls him close, their lips locking as both men feel up the other's body. Dupree can't take his hands off Atlas's chest, all that muscle. He kisses down the pornstar's neck to his pecs, sucking on them.

"Ahhh..." Atlas grunts with approval.

Dupree holds the pec in his mouth tight and then releases it, flicking it with his tongue. He kisses between Atlas's chest and back up his neck, making the pornstar squirm. Atlas rubs his hands on Dupree's ass, still amazed at how perfectly round it is -- with the right balance of muscle and fat. Still ripe for a plucking. During their passionate make out they move away from the lockers and to the bench. Feeling confident, Dupree gently pushes the older man on to the bench. Atlas lays down and smiles as Dupree climbs on top of him. Atlas wraps his arms around him, enjoying embracing a man similar in size. But Atlas's cock throbs to get back into the wrestler.

Dupree reaches back and strokes it slowly, spreading the precum that has oozed out down the shaft. And then he leans back and allows Atlas's penis back in him.

"Ohhhhh..." Atlas grumbles with excitement.

Dupree closes his eyes as he feels the warmth push in him. He exhales and is immediately feels looser. He looks back down at Atlas's eyes, he's ready. 

"Oh yeah," Atlas groans, slowly pumping his cock up in Dupree.

Dupree presses his hands down on Atlas for support as he still gets used to him being inside. He breathes heavily, but they're barely audible compared to the grunts and growls coming from the pornstar.

"Oh yeah, ughhh," Atlas groans as Dupree pushes down farther on his member. 

Now comfortable, the wrestler bounces up and down at a faster pace, arching his back, letting Atlas fill his insides.

Atlas presses his hands up against Dupree's stomach to his chest -- fuck he's solid. And that smile on his face -- that's what made Atlas keep going. 

"Ahh, ahhh, ahhh," Dupree gasps each time he goes down as Atlas pushes up.

They lock hands stabilizing the wrestler. Dupree begins rocking back and forth, letting Atlas's dick drag up against his walls.

"Errrr yeah," the bodybuilder growls.

"Oui, yeah, oui," Dupree's moans get higher in pitch as he really rides the dick. He breaks out in another sweat going so fast. But fuck, Atlas is fulfilling a desire he had been carrying for a long time. And the fact that he is so big and muscular was icing on the cake. He squeeze's Atlas's hand as he feels the pornstar's balls rub against his cheeks.

"Ahhhh..."

As much as Dupree liked bottoming and having this desire fulfilled, he feels a desire to fuck Atlas. To hear the big man moan out from Dupree being inside him. He slaps his dick on Atlas's stomach as he goes down. 

"You want this?" Dupree asks.

"Uhhh, yeah," Atlas groans noncommittally

Atlas holds Dupree on him and then stands up, carrying him. Dupree is so turned on by this sign of strength he doesn't consider what's happening. The pornstar sets the wrestler on his back on the bench, still possessing a feisty look in his eyes. Is Atlas going to ride him now, Dupree wonders?

So lost in his thoughts he doesn't realize that the bodybuilder has spread Dupree's legs open and slides his cock back into him. 

"Ohhhh..." Dupree moans.

Atlas begins plowing into him, building momentum.

"Ohhh ohhh ohhh," the wrestler whines each time Atlas slams into him.

Dupree's mind was set on topping, so as good as it feels -- and boy does it feel good -- he's not into bottoming as he should be. Dupree turns slightly on his side, but Atlas keeps him pinned down, folding his left leg over his right leg, not once stopping his thrusting. 

"RRRRRRRRR..."

Atlas grips Dupree's ass, squeezing it with no mercy. His entire body rocks back and forth with each penetration, making their skin slap hard together each time. Atlas's growling is continuous and loud, signaling he's reaching his climactic ending.

 "Yes, yes, ahhhh..." the wrestler yells out, taking everything as it comes and sensing Altas's impending finish. 

"Oh, ohhhh, ahhhh!" Atlas yells like a barbarian.

He begins to cum inside Dupree, still fucking through it, prolonging his climax.

Dupree's mouth opens to an O but no sound comes out -- he too is feeling it. And then Atlas pulls his dick out and stands over Dupree's face when more of his load shoots out, splattering across the younger man's face.

"OHHHH, ahhhh, ohhhhh," Atlas shouts, stroking his dick in a frenzy even after the last drop falls.

Dupree strokes his cock faster, turned on by Atlas's climax, and within seconds his white, milky substance splatters across his abs and chest.

"Fuckkk..." Dupree pants.

"Oh yeah, fucking incredible." Atlas slaps his cock on Dupree's face and then abruptly walks away.

Dupree stares up at the ceiling, letting his cum covered body relax. As incredible as that was Dupree feels like he missed an opportunity to fuck Atlas. He watches longingly as the bodybuilder throws on some clothes and then without even so much as a goodbye, leaves the room. 

3 Years later...

Dupree heads into the empty locker room for a shower after his latest match (and victory.) His hair is longer now, his body more defined and with that comes more confidence. He feels like he's reaching his peak -- though he didn't want to stop pushing it to see how high he could go. As he showers he hears someone else come in the locker room, but then hears no other noise. He finishes up and walks out in nothing more than a towel, his body still dripping wet. He's surprised to see Atlas in his presence. Like Dupree, the bodybuilder had grown his hair out, slicked back and held in place with gel. He seems a bit bigger, but he always looked huge. 

"Hey..." Atlas says cracking a smile.

"What are you doing here?"

"Had another match. But now I'm just enjoying the view."

"So, you remember me?" Dupree asks.

"Of course," Atlas says stepping right up to the wrestler. "How could I forget you?"

Atlas brushes his hands down Dupree's shoulders to his arms, feeling the muscles in his hands. Atlas himself still looked amazing, and Dupree could feel he was going weak on the pornstar's advances. 

It'd been three years since their last encounter, and now by chance they found themselves alone in the locker room again. No matter what, Dupree vowed he'd top Atlas this time. And he wastes no time acting on that, dropping his towel as he pushes the pornstar's back up against the lockers, his lips brushing up against Dupree's. He slips his tongue in and the two kiss like long lost lovers reunited, full of yearning and desire.

Dupree makes the first move and pins Atlas face first into the lockers. He rubs his shoulders and slides his hands down Atlas's back to his ass. The pornstar quivers with excitement -- it'd been some time since somebody ate out his ass. But instead he feels Dupree's dick poke inside him.

"Hey, what are you--"

Dupree covers his mouth and pushes further into him. The walls swallowing his cock and it feels amazing.

"Ahhhh..." Dupree moans, fully inside him.

"RRRR!" Atlas grunts trying to push Dupree off him.

The wrestler overpowers him, his hunger for that ass, which he had been holding on for all these years, is stronger than Atlas. The pornstar remains tense even as Dupree slowly grinds in him. He exhales, taking deep breaths, and finds some comfort being the bottom. 

"Ahh, yeah," Atlas says, giving in to the moment. "Fuck me."

Dupree rocks his entire body with his fucking, his balls smacking into the ass. He knows Atlas is a virgin bottom, and loves that he gets to be his first. He goes gentle, varying his speeds.

"Mmm... Mmm..." Atlas groans. 

Dupree kisses his neck as he gyrates in him. He recalls the last time he fucked with Grenier before they split, how he did this to him and made Grenier cry from the overload of pleasure. And yet here was Atlas, taking it for the first time and showing no weakness. 

"Yeah you like that dick in your ass?"

"Only yours," Atlas whispers between moans.

Dupree holds on to Atlas's hips, no longer feeling the need to pin him from escaping, and fucks harder. The bodybuilder grunts, but still no cries to stop. Time becomes a blur, but eventually Dupree flips his hair back out of his face and steps back from the pornstar. Atlas looks back at him, did he come? Dupree's rock hard dick suggested otherwise.

"Have a seat."

Atlas nods and lies down on the bench, holding his dick in his hand, waving it at Dupree. "You want this?"

Dupree licks his lips and climbs on top of Atlas, lining them up perfectly for some 69 action. Atlas opens his mouth to take in the French Tickler, while Dupree strokes Atlas's cock in awe of it. He swirls his tongue on the silky, swollen head before going down the shaft, getting his lips to the pornstar's balls.

"Mmm..." Atlas moans, his mouth full of Dupree's cock.

Swallowing his lips around Dupree's cock, he feels it bob against the back of his throat. He gags only because it's been too long since he's given head before, but he remains calm certain he'll get used to sucking his cock.

"Oh yeah," Dupree moans as Atlas inhales his cock again, sans any gagging.

The wrestler gently thrusts down Atlas's throat as he strokes the pornstar's cock. Atlas takes it all with stride and Dupree resumes bobbing his head up and down the cock in front of him.

The two men moan and slurp without any care in the world even while being total exposed in the middle of the locker room. The thought of being discovered never crossed their minds as they fulfilled their urgent hunger for each other.

"Alright... I think I'm ready..." Atlas says, expecting Dupree to start riding him.

Instead the wrestler climbs off and grabs Atlas's legs, pulling him to the edge of the bench. He slides cock into Atlas's loosened hole and feels the bodybuilder clench up.

"Whoa, what--"

Dupree leans forward and kisses Atlas to shut him up. Dupree isn't done fucking him, and he has every intention of making up for last time. He sinks into Atlas, inch by inch, seeing the pleasure wash over the pornstar's face, wave after wave.

"Uhhhhh..." Atlas grunts as Dupree fills him up, still not fully used to having all that thickness in him. Dupree rubs his thighs, which helps put Atlas to ease. Plus, the wrestler knows where to hit him, and any hints of discomfort subside to the waves of pleasure rolling through his body.

"Arrrrr..." Atlas grunts, tilting his head back, "Fuck yeah."

Dupree's hair falls in his face as he continues plowing into him at a steady rate, but he doesn't care. In the years since he was with Atlas Dupree went through a bad split with Grenier and Conway and found himself with twink after twink. It'd been some time since he'd been with a real man, and the fact that Atlas was older and more experienced yet still looked at Dupree with that look of desire gave the wrestler confidence.

Dupree closes his eyes and sucks in some air, listening to the sound of his dick drilling into Atlas. The pornstar is relatively quiet, grunting to himself with each penetration. When Dupree opens his eyes he notices how sweaty he is, finding it harder to keep the pace.

"Hey kid..." Atlas could tell Dupree was determined to cum topping him, but he knew it wasn't going to happen. He could see it in his eyes. The way they'd glance down at Atlas's cock. He still wanted to bottom.

"Want me to take over?" Atlas suggests.

Dupree scoffs, thrusting in the bodybuilder again. 

"Fuckk..." Atlas groans. "I'm not saying you're bad--"

Dupree unleashes what little energy he has left, slamming into Atlas hard again and again before collapsing on him.

"Fuck," Atlas gasps, "I'm just saying maybe you need a break?"

He kisses Dupree's neck until the wrestler looks at him and they lock lips again. 

"Okay..."

The men stand back up and Dupree climbs on the bench on all fours. Atlas wipes the sweat off his forehead. He's giddy, remembering this view from years ago, of that ass, seeing it on display for him again. His hand shakes as he guides his dick in between those sweaty cheeks and into the wrestler's gaping hole. Warm and tight and made just for him -- at least in this moment.

"Ooooooh..." Dupree moans continuously as he feels Atlas push in inch by inch.

"Yeah, you miss me?" Atlas says, rubbing Dupree's ass.

"Oh yeah," Dupree looks forward and braces for more of Atlas.

The pornstar leans over so he's completely on top of the wrestler as he pumps his cock into him. Dupree moans, as it feels so fucking good having Atlas in him. 

"Uhh uhhh uhhh..." Atlas's barbaric grunts resume. He was a quiet bottom, but a noisy top -- his grunts and groans making Dupree feel owned with every fuck. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," there's a hitch in Dupree's voice as his pitch gets louder.

Atlas knows he's nailing Dupree's prostate and keeps pumping faster as the wrestler's cries become more and more incoherent. Despite bottoming, Atlas had plenty of energy, which is evident as he maintains his furious pace pounding the wrestler.

"Uhh, uhhh, UHHHHHH!" Atlas groans get louder, matching his strength.
The pornstar grips Dupree's shoulders as he pounds harder. Each thrust shakes Dupree's entire body. It had been so long since he had been owned like this, he savored it, moaning with delight to let encourage Atlas to keep it up.
Dupree knows he won't last long in this position so he looks back at Atlas and says, "Let me ride you."
Atlas nods and pulls out, his dick dripping with precum.
Dupree hops off the bench, excited to be able to view Atlas's body as he rides him. The pornstar sits up on the edge of the bench with his legs spread open. Dupree sits facing him, his thighs above Atlas's, moving closer together until their chests rub together. He feels the pornstar's frisky hands move to spread his cheeks and then closes his eyes as Atlas's member goes back in him.

"Oh," Dupree sighs, overwhelmed by the feeling.

Atlas waits for Dupree to open his eyes back up and slowly rocks their bodies back and forth. Fuck it felt good to hold a man this size again. Like Dupree, Atlas spent the years since their encounter paired off with mostly twinks. Sure Dupree was still young, not much of a kid, but that body, that weight it made up for his youth. He was the best of both worlds.

"Uhhh uhhh uhh," Atlas thrusts up in him.

Dupree's hair, flops back and forth, a frizzy mess as it has since dried from his shower. 

"Yeah, yeah," he moans asking for more.

The pornstar holds his breath as he pounds, his face turning red before he lets out an exasperated gasp. Dupree locks lips with him again, muffling him as he pushes Atlas flat on his back so he can properly ride him. Atlas's dick hits him at just the right angle and Dupree moans out so loud it echos all throughout the locker room. How glorious Atlas's dick felt.

"Oui, oui, oui," Dupree begs as he rides him.

"Yeah that's it, take that cock." Atlas mumbles.

Dupree feels himself up as he bounces on the cock. Atlas holds his hips helping him stay steady and keep the rhythm, his eyes staring at the gorgeous body on display. 

"Yeahhhhh..." he grumbles, "Ride that cock, yeah! YEAH!"

Dupree drowns him out with a loud moan for his own sake. The tight feeling in his abdomen is back and he tells himself he must be close. Dupree realizes since he's been riding Atlas he hasn’t touched his dick at all, so he sneaks down a hand to help himself along.
"Ahhh, ahhhh..." Dupree strokes his cock faster knowing he's on the edge of cumming.

His moans become higher and higher and then he exhales a loud sigh as his milky white load shoots out on to Atlas's chest.

"Fuck yeah," Atlas moans in admiration. "Yeah..."

Dupree keeps stroking his cock as more cum shoots out. Atlas cups his hands on Dupree's ass as he feels his own orgasm approaching.

"I'm gonna cum," he chokes out.

He holds the wrestler down as he thrusts up in him and then he freezes deep in him, "Ahhhh..."

He feels Dupree clench around him as his load drips down his shaft and out of the wrestler. Atlas pants continuously, still high from his finish. Dupree slides off the cock, but remains sitting on Atlas. He grabs his member and slowly strokes the cum covered shaft and then brings his hands to his mouth to taste Atlas. 

"Mmm..."

Atlas smirks and wipes some of Dupree's cum off his chest and licks it. Dupree rests his head on the pornstar's chest, enjoying being in his embrace, hoping it won't be another three years until they get to do this again.

If I could have a night with one of these two hunks, I'd opt for Atlas, so long as it was a flipflop situation.