Billy Santoro vs. Chris Masters

Santoro is a scruffy 6'0, 190 lb versatile porn stud, married to fellow porn star Seth Santoro. He has a few matches at Naked Kombat under his belt. Masters has moved on to the indy leagues, where he's slimmed up a bit and added some new tattoos to his beautiful 6'5", 245 lb body.

Masters struts to the ring where Santoro already waits. Santoro licks his lips, his eyes in disbelief that Masters looks even hotter the closer he gets. Santoro fights off the urge of popping an obvious boner, but Masters's oiled up skin, glistens under the lights and screams "Lick me." Santoro is in such a daze, that he doesn't even react to Masters jumping in the ring and running at him with a clothesline. Masters sits on Santoro pounding away until Santoro knocks out of it, and rolls to the ropes. Masters climbs off of him, but hits him with a knife edge chop once he gets to his feet. Santoro can't believe how aggressive Masters is, and would find it quite the turn on if it weren't so Brutal. Masters whips Santoro across the ring. He rebounds off the ropes and Masters catches him and slams him down hard. Santoro kicks Masters off him and gets to his feet. The two men lock up in a grapple, shoving each other a little bit each way, until finally Santoro shoves Masters back in the corner. He grabs him by the back of the head and pounds it into the turnbuckle. Again. And again. And again. Santoro then grabs him by the head and propels himself off the middle turnbuckle for a bulldog. With Masters down on his stomach Santoro climbs on his back and locks him in a Boston Crab. Masters squirms, to no avail, as Santoro holds him steady in the center of the ring. He holds his energy for a second and then with all his might flips around, kicking Santoro off him. Both men get to their feet and lock up. Santoro shoves Masters in the ropes but he comes back with a shoulder block. Santoro falls down, but gets to his feet quickly where Masters is waiting for him and connects with an inverted atomic drop. He goes for the pin afterward, but Santoro, kicks out after one. Santoro stands up and blocks a punch from Masters. Masters tries a kick but Santoro catches it and then leans forward with a clothesline. He picks Masters back up and whips him into the corner turnbuckle. With Masters slumped in the corner Santoro follows it up with several boots to the gut, knocking the wind out of the wrestler. Santoro runs back and charges at Masters, nailing a body splash. Masters takes a step out of the corner and falls down on the mat. Santoro rolls him on his back and goes for the pin, but only gets a two-count. It takes a moment for both men to get back to their feet. Santoro lurches forward with a punch but Masters blocks it and comes back with a vicious backhand chop across the chest that echoes through the arena. He hits another, as Santoro backs up to the corner. Masters grabs the porn star and hoists him up in the air with a vertical suplex. He delays it though, letting the blood rush to Santoro's head, before slamming him down on the mat. Masters lays his sweaty body across Santoro's but Santoro still has the fight in him, and punches out after two. Santoro rolls out of the ring to try and get a break, but Masters reaches through the ropes and grabs him by the hair. He pulls Santoro up to the ring, and Santoro grabs the ropes and kicks Masters in the shin. He hits him again and then leaps over the rope with a flying shoulder block. Masters falls back hard. Santoro picks Masters up and hits a fireman's carry slam. He goes for the cover, but Masters is out after two. Santoro is now all about the match, and picks up Masters and scoops the big man up and slams him down. He drops an elbow on Masters and then applies a headlock. Masters grunts and shimmies his way to the rope, reaching ever so slightly. Santoro tries to pull him back, but is no match for his strength. Masters grabs the rope, breaking the hold. But Santoro kicks Masters in the back before he get to his feet. He whips Masters into the rope but Masters comes back with a clothesline. Masters waits for Santoro to get to his feet, and ducks a punch. He hits him with a Samoan drop. And that's it. Masters explodes to his feet with energy flexing for the crowd. He turns around as Santoro is on his knees and locks him in the Masterlock. Santoro has no energy to fight back and quickly forfeits. Masters tosses him back to the mat like a rag doll and poses above the porn star, taunting him. Santoro, sore, enjoys the view nonetheless.

Masters lathers up in the lockerroom shower -- for the fourth time. He's been there for a while waiting for anyone to enter, preferably a hunk who wouldn't mind a fuck. He closes his eyes as he looks up into the faucet letting the warm water rinse off his skin. When he opens his eyes he sees Santoro at the edge of the showers, staring. Masters can't help but smile at the hot porn star in his presence. Caught, Santoro tries to act natural, stepping into the showers going next to Masters, but his boner gives him away. "Hey," Masters calls. "Come here..." Santoro hesitates, but obeys. Masters pulls him in under the water from his faucet and gives him a kiss. Santoro instantly drops his towel and holds Masters as they makeout. Santoro closes his eyes, it's like a dream come true that this bodybuilder of a wrestler would want him. Masters holds Santoro close, massaging his ass, feeling their hard dicks rub against each other. "Come on, let's get dirty," Masters says leading Santoro to the locker room. Masters sits on the bench, dripping wet and has Santoro stand in front of him. He opens his mouth and inhales Santoro's dick. If he wasn't fully erect before, he is now, as Masters spits his dick out. He strokes, pulling hard, before sucking it back in. Santoro sighs, resting his hands on Masters's huge shoulders. Masters goes down faster, twisting his mouth around the cock, and spitting it out then repeating. He's hungry from his wait. He deep throats the cock without a problem, holding it for a while before spitting it out. He then traces down the shaft with his tongue and swirls it around his head. Santoro slowly thrusts his cock in Masters's mouth, sighing louder. Masters takes the dick, letting it poke down his throat. Finally he spits it out, looking up at Santoro, "You want to fuck me?" Santoro can't believe those words and chokes out a, "Sure," trying not to sound desperate. Masters gets on the bench on his hands and knees with his ass out. Santoro spreads the muscle-y cheeks and spits in Masters's hole. He licks around the hole, flicking his tongue on the edge, before fucking it in. Masters mumbles with delight, horny as fuck. Santoro eats away at the ass, nestling his face in between the cheeks going at the hole. Masters's closes his eyes, licks his lips, loving every moment of it. Santoro spits in Masters's hole again and then inserts his finger. It's tight as fuck, but his finger helps loosen it up. "That's it, fuck me..." Masters grumbles. Santoro finger fucks him some more, getting the hole to open a little wider. He then stands up, strokes his dick a few times and then forces it in. "Ahhhh!" Masters groans. Santoro freezes, is it pain? "Keep going," Masters orders. Santoro obeys, digging his dick in deeper. "Ahhh," Masters exhales once Santoro is comfortably in. Santoro presses down on Masters's lower back as he gently grinds his dick in him. Masters sighs quietly, without question enjoying it. Santoro starts to fuck him a little harder. Masters moans as the dick goes deeper. He clenches his fists and closes his eyes, this is what he's been waiting for. Masters moans, "Keep fucking me, yeah..." Santoro squeezes his pecs as he fucks away, Masters's butt cheeks smacking together with each thrust. He leans in holding on to Masters shoulders, fucking hard and fast. His dick loves the tight hole, not even coming half way-out before Santoro thrusts it back in. Masters sighs, enjoying the sensation of being pounded. "Yeah," Masters moans, "Don't stop." Santoro bends over Masters's laying his chest on his back, and humps him fast like a rabbit. Masters screams in delight, echoing off the locker room walls. "Yeah!" Santoro kisses the bodybuilder's back as he keeps plowing his dick in and out. He's never had an ass this tight before. Santoro works up a sweat, and slows down to wipe his brow. Masters thrusts his ass back and forth doing all the work so the cock goes in and out of him. Finally Santoro needs a rest, stepping back and pulling all the way out. Masters lays on the bench on his back, looks up at Santoro. "You want to take a ride?" Santoro nods and walks over the bench, squating down on Masters's cock. It goes in easily, making Santoro moan as he lets the base in. He rises back up, letting the dick rub down his wall, before squatting back down. He keeps going, faster each time and twisting at the end, just to make Masters moan. Santoro feels the wrestler's buff chest. Squeezing his pecs as he rides the dick. Masters can't take his eyes off Santoro's face as he grins when Masters's cock is all the way in him. He grinds on the cock, rocking back and forth. Masters moans with delight and then holds on to Santoro's waist. He bounces the muscled porn star up and down, off his cock. Santoro holds on to his shoulders for support, as the dick pierces deeper into him each time. He leans closer to Masters and gives him a kiss. "Yeah, fuck me..." He moans. Masters holds him to his chest and thrusts hard in his ass. The two kiss, muffling Santoro's delightful moans. "Don't cum yet..." Masters orders. Santoro stands up off Masters's cock, fighting the urge to explode right then and there. Masters stands up and has Santoro rest on the bench. Santoro lays on his back and spreads his legs wide up. Masters drills his cock in his hole, getting further in. Santoro yells, "Oh god, oh god, yeah..." as Masters fucks him hard. Masters holds Santoro's thick thighs wide apart, drilling away hard. Masters's muscles bulge, glistening from his sweat. Santoro feels up Masters's stomach ot his chest, staring at the Masters' face. Masters doesn't look down at him, he's focused straight ahead, eyes closed, enjoying how good his dick feels in Santoro. Santoro squeezes Masters's pecs. Masters looks down and makes his pecs bounce as he keeps fucking the porn star. Santoro smiles, "Oh yeah, baby..." Masters closes his eyes and then finally he feels it coming. He slides his cock out and his load squirts up Santoro's body and chest. "Ahhhhhhh," Masters sighs, squeezing his cum out. The load is huge and covers the porn star. Masters leans in licking the cum as his tongue goes up to Santoro's face and the two kiss. Santoro slides back and stands up as Masters takes a seat on the bench. Santoro stands rubbing his cock as Masters moves his face to the tip of the head. "Cum in my mouth baby," Masters says while bouncing his pecs. Santoro holds one hand on Masters's shoulder and then shoots his load on Masters's face, half of it missing his mouth. Masters doesn't care though, smiling as he swallows the cum. He wipes his face and licks the cum off his finger. Santoro sits on the bench and the two share another kiss. Masters stands up and starts to get dressed. Santoro watches, knowing their moment has ended. As Masters slides on his underwear he glances back at the porn star, "I come here the same time every week, just so you know..." Santoro smiles. "I will too." Santoro says. Masters winks at him. Understood.
If I had to choose between these two hunks, I'd go with Masters, but ask me again when Masters is 38 and my answer could change.