Austin Wolf vs. Trent Baretta

Wolf is a porn star with Randyblue, who stands out because he stands at 6'4. His ripped 235 lb body also seems to get a workout as he typically fucks guys while holding them. This passionate top has yet to bottom... on film. Baretta is an indy wrestler, formerly with the WWE, who comes in at 6'0" and 215 pounds. From head to toe he's got killer looks.

Baretta struts to the ring as Wolf paces around in the corner, his eyes on Baretta's rocking body. Baretta flings himself in over the ropes and bounces around in the corner -- the match begins. Austin goes at Baretta and grabs him by the head and smashes it into the corner turnbuckle. Baretta comes back with a backhand chop across the chest that echoes through the arena and boot to the gut. He whips Wolf into the ropes and hits a dropkick. He waits for Wolf to get up and nails an uppercut that sends Wolf stumbling back into the ropes. Baretta whips Wolf across the ring and connects with a flying forearm smash. With Wolf down on the mat Baretta gets him in an armbar. Wolf twists in pain, but slowly gets to his feet. He punches Baretta, breaking the hold,and whips him into the ropes. Baretta bounces back and gets Wolf's knee to the gut. He pounds Baretta with a couple sledgehammer blows and then picks him up, hoisting him over his head like he were a barbell and then slams him down. Wolf goes for the pin, but Baretta kicks out after one. Wolf gets to his feet first and picks up Baretta, nailing an atomic drop. Baretta bounces back a few hops in pain. Wolf hits a few chops on Baretta and then picks him up in a bearhug. Baretta goes weak as he feels Wolf's chest press against his stomach, squeezing his body. Both men get hard with their bodies rubbing against each other, but focus on the match. Baretta catches his wind and punches Wolf in the head a few times to break the hold. Wolf drops Baretta and hits a big boot to the chin. He picks up the fallen Baretta and sends him into the ropes, but Baretta comes back with a corkscrew leg lariat. Baretta waits for Wolf to stand up and then hits a northern lights suplex bridged into a pin. Wolf punches out after two. Baretta picks him up and gets Wolf in a front facelock and then uses the ropes to hit a dudebuster. Wolf lays sprawled out in the middle of the ring. Baretta hooks the leg but only gets a two-count. How? His finisher. Wolf slowly stands up, and Baretta comes at him with an enzuigiri kick. Baretta goes to the corner and climbs the rope for a 450 splash, but Wolf gets to his feet fast and catches him. He powerslams Baretta down so hard the entire ring shakes like it could break. The two men take their time getting up, but Wolf hits a lunging clothesline. He then picks up Baretta and nails a powerbomb. He debates going for the cover, but decides to pick up Baretta and put the nail in the coffin. Wolf throws Baretta up and nails a forward fireman's carry slam. Baretta is out of it and Wolf goes for the pin, getting the win.

Baretta comes out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. He scrunches out the excess water from his hair, but leaves it wet, hanging over his shoulder. He steps out to the bedroom and finds Wolf still asleep in bed on his stomach. Which means his ass is up. A delicious ass indeed. Baretta can't help but stare, causing a boner to grow under his towel. He drops the towel and approaches the sleeping giant. He wants to say that he isn't going to pay him for spending the night -- he only booked Wolf for two hours -- but he doesn't want to start things hostile. Plus he wouldn't mind going for another round again.
So Baretta crawls on top of Wolf and gently massages his shoulders and back. Wolf wakes up, tilts his back and sees Baretta. A big grin emerges on his face as he pulls Baretta in for a kiss. Baretta goes back to rubbing Wolf's back, down to his ass. He spreads the cheeks apart and flicks his tongue in Wolf's tight hole. "Ahh..." Wolf sighs, as Baretta rims him.
Baretta's tongue goes up and down the ridge between Wolf's cheeks, just skimming over the hole. Then he flicks his tongue in and out of the hole and Wolf's whole body shakes. Baretta keeps rimming, pleased at the sighs and moans coming from Wolf.
"It looks ready to me," Baretta says as he sits up and spits on his dick.
He strokes it a few times -- it's hard -- and glides it in Wolf's bubbly butt. "Ohhh..." Wolf sighs, clenching the bedsheet as Baretta enters him.
Baretta lays on top of Wolf and slowly humps him, rocking back and forth. Baretta lays his head next to Wolf's kissing him on the side of his face as he keeps gently fucking the big man.
"Fuck me, yeah..." Wolf sighs.
Baretta rocks his dick in and holds it in place, grinding inside Wolf. Wolf moans with pleasure. "Fuck me, harder, babe."
Baretta tosses his wet hair back and sits up. He balances himself with both hands on the bed and then begins fucking faster making Wolf's ass cheeks flop together. Baretta sighs quietly, letting Wolf be the vocal one of the two. He presses down on Wolf's back, digging deeper in him.
Wolf's moans become enthusiastic screams, "Oh yeah, fuck me!"
Baretta flips his hair back out of his face and humps him in fury. After that good pounding, Baretta slows to catch his breath. Wolf rolls over on his side and feels down Baretta's sweaty chest to his abs. "Don't stop..."
Baretta sucks Wolf's fingers and positions his cock back in. He holds Wolf's leg down and to the side, rubbing his thigh as he fucks him. Wolf keeps feeling Baretta's stomach, amazed at such abs could exist without the aide of photoshop. Baretta pops his dick in and doesn't even pull it half way out, before he thrusts it back in Wolf's clenched hole.
"Ahh!" Wolf sighs, closing his eyes, "That's it."
Baretta keeps drilling into Wolf, his hair becoming frizzy. Finally he pulls out to catch his breath. Wolf rolls all the way over on his back. He strokes Baretta's long, hard cock, and has him climb on him. Baretta combs his hair back again and while kneeling above Wolf, rests down on his cock.
"Ohh!" Baretta exclaims, as Wolf's shaft just pokes its way up through him with ease.
Baretta clenches his butt and sits back up, but doesn't let Wolf's dick out before plopping back down on it. He sits straight up, riding the cock more comfortably. He squeezes Wolf's pecs as he balances himself on his chest. Wolf slowly starts thrusting up as Baretta goes down, getting his dick further up in him. Baretta holds on to Wolf's hands and they keep going harder and faster, making Baretta bounce and shake like crazy on him. Wolf holds Baretta by the waist and bounces him high off his dick and back down on it and repeats the action for an intense minute. Baretta moans loud, probably waking anyone next door, but he doesn't care. Wolf nails his prostate, again and again. After that pounding Wolf pulls Baretta in, hugging him to his chest as he keeps thrusting his dick in him. As he hugs him close, Wolf stands up, still holding Baretta and still fucking him. Baretta kisses the porn star as he carries him, fucking him. Baretta holds one hand behind Wolf's neck, as Wolf keeps fucking away without taking his eyes off Baretta's. Baretta has seen Wolf fuck twinks like this in his videos, never did he imagine he could be their position, receiving his dick without touching the ground.
Finally Wolf spins around and sets Baretta back down on the bed on his back. He pulls Baretta's legs wide apart and drills down into his hole.
"Ohh, man, fuck!" Baretta exclaims as Wolf's dick again finds his prostate.
Wolf stands on the bed, squatting down, bringing his dick further and further into Baretta. Baretta moans more, loving that he has the perfect view of Wolf on top of him. He feels up Wolf's stomach and chest as Wolf keeps driving down into him. Finally Baretta can't take it anymore and unloads his semen all over his chest and abs. Wolf pulls out of Baretta and squirts his load in Baretta's wide open hole. Baretta sighs, feeling the warm goo drip into him. Then Wolf stuffs his cock back in and fucks Baretta some more. Baretta loves it, as he licks the cum off his fingers. Finally Wolf stops, pulls his dick out and squeezes the remaining cum on to Baretta's chest. He lays back down on top of Baretta and the two exchange another kiss.
"You know," Wolf says catching his breath. "After last night, and this morning... I wouldn't mind seeing more of you... free of charge..."
Baretta lights up and flashes his big smile. "Fine by me. Fine by me."

If i had to pick between these two hunks, I'd have to go with Baretta -- there's something about his long locks and phenomenal abs that I couldn't turn down.