Jimmy Fanz vs. Ken Dykstra

Fanz is a hot young porn star bottom who keeps his 5'11", 175 lb body neatly trimmed with a thin layer of fur. Dykstra is an independent wrestler who stands 6'1" and weighs 230 lbs who made a memorable splash as a member of the spirit squad.

Fanz and Dykstra stand and look at each other a moment before locking up in a grapple. Dykstra gets Fanz in a side headlock, but Fanz shoves Dykstra back into the ropes, breaking the hold. Dykstra bounces back and and sends Fanz down to the mat with a shoulder block. Dysktra then bounces off the ropes and hits a leg drop. He then gets Fanz in another headlock. Fanz scrambles to his feet and tries to lift Dykstra up, but fails as Dykstra tightens the hold. Finally Fanz pushes Dykstra back into the ropes and hits him with a knee to the gut. Dykstra punches back, causing the weaker Fanz to stumble backwards. Dykstra spins around and hits Fanz with a neckbreaker. Dykstra goes for a pin, but only gets a two count. Dykstra follows up with a chin lock, arching Fanz's back over his knee. Fanz wiggles around and slowly gets to his feet, elbowing Dykstra to break the hold. Fanz then bounces off the ropes, but Dykstra charges at him and slides under him, pulling his legs, causing him to fall face first to the mat. Dykstra hops back over the ropes and hits him with a legdrop. He goes for the cover, but again only two. Dykstra gets Fanz to his feet and hits a suplex. Fanz rolls out of the ring to avoid being pinned. Dykstra slingshots over the ropes and lands on Fanz. The two men take their time to get to their feet, but Dykstra is up first. He throws Fanz into the ring and then climbs the top turnbuckle and hits his signature Sky High Leg Drop. Dykstra goes for the cover and finally gets his three-count.

Fanz and Dykstra finish their cheer practice. The other cheerleaders head back to their cars, but Fanz is in a daze staring at Dykstra's butt. Dykstra catches Fanz and asks him what he's looking at. Fanz sheepishly admits, "You." Dykstra smiles at the honesty and offers to help Fanz out with that, taking off his shirt. He notices Fanz's hard on and gives him a kiss. Fanz is as stiff as he can get and takes off his shirt too. Dykstra rubs his fingers down his furry trail, stroking Fanz's cock through his shorts. Fanz is nervous, "Here?" Dykstra tells him to look around, no one is near them. They have the football stadium to themselves. Fanz drops his shorts to the grass and bends over. Dykstra inserts his cock in, grabbing on to Fanz's cheeks as he slowly pumps in and out of Fanz. Fanz moans, arching his ass up to Dykstra. Dykstra keeps working his casual pace, almost as if he were hoping someone would hurry up and catch them in the act. Fanz rolls over onto his back and spreads his legs open. Dykstra adjusts for the new position and pounds Fanz as he leans in and makes out with. Fanz sighs as Dykstra's dick goes deeper, hitting the spot. Fanz cheers Dykstra on as he feels up Dykstra's sweaty chest, "Keep going, yeah!" Dykstra wipes his brow under his sweatband and pulls out. He falls back on the grass and holds his cock up. Fanz gets up and squats over it, balancing himself, as he sits up and down on Dykstra's thick cock. Fanz keeps bobbing up and down at a steady rhythm, as Dykstra enjoy the view with his head resting in his hands. Finally Fanz can't hold it any more and gets up and squirts his load all over Dykstra. Dykstra sucks his cock clean and then pulls Fanz back down to the grass. Dykstra strokes his dick until he shoots his load all over Fanz's furry chest, then rubs it in with his hands. Fanz grins and gets back to his feet, kissing Dykstra thank you. The two cheerleaders head into the locker room, ready to shower off and do it again.
If I had to choose between these two studs, I'd choose the buffer Dykstra.