Max Summerfield vs. Rob Conway

In celebration of Conway's birthday, a match that features him.

Summerfield is the young versatile porn stud over at Gayhoopla, who comes in at a meaty 6'2" and 205 lbs. Conway is the veteran superstar who continues wrestling in the indy leagues and maintaining his damn fine physique, coming in at 6'2 and about 230 lb.

Conway watches Summerfield climb into the ring. Summerfield wears a white singlet, but his muscles underneath are all visible. Conway is impressed with the physique opposite him, but is surprised at how young his opponent is. But then again he's been around the block a few times, so it's about time fresh meat came in. The two lock up and Conway gets Summerfield in a waistlock. Summerfield tries to pry Conway's hands open, but Conway switches into a side headlock. Summerfield punches Conway in the gut and Conway gives up, pushing off Summerfield and running into the ropes. Conway comes back and hits him with a shoulder block. Summerfield falls down but gets right back up and Conway greets him with a slap to the face. Summerfield stumbles back into the corner as the wrestler smirks at him. Summerfield marches right up to him and blocks a punch and comes back with a blow to Conway's head. Conway trips backward and Summerfield whips him into the ropes, Conway runs back and into a dropkick. Summerfield goes for a pin, but it's premature and Conway immediately throws him off him. Both men get to their feet and Summerfield charges at the wrestler. Conway ducks down and hits a snap scoop slam. Summerfield rolls around rubbing his back as Conway stomps down on him. He picks the porn star back up and tosses him into the ropes, Summerfield runs back and Conway leap frogs over him. Summerfield rebounds back and hits Conway with a flying forearm. Conway scrambles to his feet and Summerfield is there with another dropkick. Conway is quick to get back up but Summerfield is at him with a spin kick, that sends him on his back. Summerfield picks Conway up and tries to get him for a suplex, but Conway sneaks around back and hits a DDT. Both men fall to the ring and take a minute to collect themselves. Conway goes over to Summerfield and gets him in a reverse chinlock, his knee digging into his back. Summerfield yells and screams in pain, as Conway chokes him tighter. Summerfield manages to turn around and hits a jawbreaker to get Conway off of him. Conway stumbles back but runs right at Summerfield with a nasty clothesline. He lays on top of the porn star and hooks the leg, but only gets a one count. He picks Summerfield back up to his feet and chops him across the chest. Summerfield falls back into the corner turnbuckle and Conway slaps him again. He then grabs Summerfield and whips him to the opposite corner, only Summerfield reverses it and sends Conway hard into the turnbuckles. Summerfield runs at him and hits a body splash, squashing the wrestler. He then bends down and hits a series of shoulder thrusts to Conway's gut. Conway gasps for air as Summerfield grabs him by the back of the head and hits a bulldog. He rolls Conway on to his back and goes for the pin, but the wrestler punches out after one. Conway goes to the ropes to collect himself, but Summerfield is still on him and grabs him and gets Conway in a fireman's carry. He slams him down hard and then lands on top of him with a leg drop. Summerfield goes to the turnbuckles for a high risk move. He climbs to the top and takes a moment to take a breath. Conway uses this opening and dashes to the corner, shaking the ropes so Summerfield falls on his crotch in pain. Conway slaps him in the face and then gets on the middle turnbuckle and suplexes him into the middle of the ring. Summerfield rolls around the ring wringing in pain as Conway slowly gets to his feet. As Summerfield pulls himself up using the ropes Conway runs at him and hits a swinging neckbreaker. Summerfield falls flat practically out of it, but Conway doesn't want to take any chances. He picks the porn star back up and hits the Ego Trip on him before going down for the pin. He rubs his hand in Summerfield's face as the ref counts, "One, two, three!" Conway stands back up and raises his arms in victory, another win under his belt.

Conway sees Summerfield practicing with the other guys on the mats. Wrestling in college was different than high school and Summerfield was having trouble stepping up. Conway steps out of his office and blows his whistle, "Good work today guys, go hit the locker room." 
The team slowly gathers their bags and head out of the practice room.
"Hold on Summerfield," Conway says to the young athlete. "You got a sec?"
"Sure thing, Coach."
Summerfield looked to Conway for guidance and training. He respected the hell out of him, becoming a pro wrestler, champion and now giving back to the next generation of superstars.Not to mention he was hot still after all these years. Summerfield spent many nights jerking off to pictures of Conway in his singlets or less. Plus there was something in the way that he looked at Summefield that just made him feel like he believed in him.  
"Show me what you got," Conway says stepping on to the mat.
The two grapple and Conway makes a quick move and gets behind Summerfield. He lifts him up and tosses him out of the circle.
"Dang," Summerfield says.
"It's okay, you just need to focus," Conway explains calmly.
Summerfield gets back up and faces off against Conway again. But Conway freezes and looks down at Summerfield's crotch. An enormous boner poked through the singlet.
"Oh," Summerfield utters, embarrassed beyond belief, "Um, hold on a sec."
"No," Conway says pulling the young lad back toward him. "You need to take care of that."
"What?" 
"You can't wrestle with it, and waiting for it to go down, well it'll just pop back up again. You need to jerk that away."
"You want me to jerk off? Here?" Summerfield asks.
"I want you to win." 
Summerfield sits down on his knees and strips his singlet straps off him. He tucks the waist down revealing his boner. Conway nods, approving of what he sees. Summerfield looks to Conway and then grabs his cock and starts stroking it. It's weird now after all these years he has the real life Conway in front of him and here he is jerking off for him. But for some reason Summerfield can't do anything with his boner. He keeps stroking it, but he's no closer to cumming.
"You need some help there, boy?" Conway asks.
"I, I'm not very good with an audience," Summerfield tries to explain.
"Well why don't I stop watching and start participating?" 
Conway comes forward on his knees to Summerfield, ripping off his shirt. He throws it to the corner and the two lock lips. Summerfield trembles with nerves but Conway takes control with his tongue, easing the younger stud. Summerfield's dick gets harder just from Conway's facial hair brushing across his face. Summerfield lifts his hands up and touches Conway's chest. His skin is soft, his pecs are strong and his abs are still ripped as ever. 
"Mmm, that's it," Conway says in the middle of a kiss.
Summerfield bends down and sucks on Conway's pecs. He takes in one at a time switching back and forth and then licks them with his tongue. Conway moans and holds Summerfield's head to his chest, forcing him to suck his pecs some more. Summerfield flicks his tongue at his nipple and then swallows it in his mouth, sucking it hard before spitting it out. Conway pulls him back up and looks him in the eyes with a big smile on his face. 
Conway grabs a hold of Summerfield's cock, stroking it slowly almost as if he were taunting him. And then he bends down and sucks it in his mouth. He deep throats it, and then slowly pulls it back out. He takes a deep breath and does it again. Summerfield rests his hands on his thighs, exhaling as he watches his coach go down on him. He still quivers from the built up excitement, but Summerfield keeps breathing to calm himself down. Conway spits the dick out of his mouth and slides his tongue up and down the shaft, getting it all wet.
"Ahhh..." Summerfield shakes from the sensation of Conway's lips kissing his balls. "Coach..."
Conway looks up, but keeps kissing Summerfield's dick. "You going to cum?"
"No, that tickles," Summerfield says restraining himself from kicking the coach.
Conway sits back up and wipes his mouth, "I'm trying to take care of your boner..."
"I know..."
"How about I fuck you until you cum?"
Summerfield nods without even a blink of the eye. He imagined this moment so many times when he jerked off to the pictures of Conway, but now it would be real. Conway slides off his windbreaker pants revealing his giant cock, dripping in pre-cum. He helps Summerfield out of his singlet and has him lay flat on his stomach. Conway spreads Summerfield's cheeks and spits down in his crack, wiping the saliva in with the tip of his head. He licks up and down the hole and spits again, thinking that would be fine. He rubs his dick between the ass cheeks slowly and asks, "You ready?"
Summerfield nods and takes a deep breath as Conway slides his cock in him. The warm feeling passes through his entire body and he exhales slowly. Conway remains above him and slowly rocks his body, letting his dick gently explore the insides of Summerfield's tight ass.
"You're tense," Conway says. "Relax, I won't hurt you."
Summerfield rests his head down on the mat submitting himself to the coach. Conway lays on top of him, chest to back, and starts humping. Both men are quiet, just the sound of their skin, the motion, and their breathing. Conway grinds his dick in the ass, pounding him harder and harder. Summerfield keeps silent, grunting here and there, and enjoying it. 
"Ahhh," Conway moans as his entire dick disappears inside Summerfield. "Yeah, boy, ahhh..."
Conway sits up on his knees and grabs Summerfield's ankles and uses them as he thrusts his cock in and out of him. Summerfield sighs between breaths as Conway yells with excitement.
"Fuckkkkk!" Conway says as grips the ankles tighter and pounds away. "Yeahhhhhh!"
Conway keeps pounding, his face turning read and then finally he slows down and takes a breather. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and then presses down on Summerfield's shoulders as he proceeds to hump him. His balls smash up into the young man's ass cheeks as his dick drills into him. 
"Oh yeah," Conway sighs as he keeps working this position. "That's it, yeah."
Summerfield sighs quietly arching his ass up for Conway. He feels each drop of sweat from Conway drip down his back. 
"You like that cock, boy?" Conway asks.
"Yes Coach."
Conway pulls Summerfield up so he's on his hands and knees and pounds him doggie style. Summerfield moans between breaths, the sound of Conway's dick smacking through his ass checks louder than him. Conway squeezes Summerfield's cheeks as he nails him again and again, amazed that the boy can take so much cock so quietly.
"Why don't you get on your back?" 
Summerfield rolls over and Conway climbs over him, lining his cock up to the hole. He thrusts it in and Summerfield scrunches his eyes as the warm feeling enters him again. "Ahhh," Summerfield moans, stroking his dick faster.
Conway breaths heavier, holding Summerfield's legs up as he nails him. Summerfield rests his head back, staring at the ceiling, listening to his coach moan and grunt. "Ahhh, fuck yeah," Conway yells. "Ohhhh, yeah."
"Ahhh," Summerfield sighs. 
He glances down at Conway and sees him sweating like crazy as he fucks him. Summerfield pulls his legs down to Conway's side and pulls Conway on top of him. Conway rests his head on Summerfield's chest and keeps humping, refusing to stop.
"Coach," Summerfield says tapping him on the back of his shoulder. "You need a break?"
Conway rolls over on his back and sighs, "Yeah..."
Summerfield waits a moment and then rolls on top of Conway. He stares at him in the face, his stunning eyes and gives him a kiss. "Can I fuck you?"
Conway nods and then kisses him again. Summerfield sits up on his knees, Conway's hands feel down his chest to his stomach. Summerfield strokes his cock and then slides it into Conway's bubbly butt. 
"Ohh!" the coach sighs, "Yeah, that's it..."
Summerfield starts off nice and gentle rocking his body slowly, letting his dick go barely half-way in. He speeds up as Conway grunts for more.
"Oh fuck, it feels so good," Conway sighs.
Summerfield just breaths heavily as he keeps plowing his cock in him, holding the base of his shaft as he stuffs his dick in again and again. "Oh fuck," Summerfield moans.
"Ahhh, yeah, more," Conway begs, his hand reaching back and feeling Summerfield's ass. 
Summerfield lays on top of Conway and humps him, their skin smacking together so loud it echoes through the space. Conway's ass clenches on to the dick tightly, it's better than Summerfield imagined after all the years fantasizing about it.
Conway sits up on his knees and then gets to his feet, slowly so Summerfield can follow his moves and keep his dick in him. He goes against the wall and has his ass stick out as Summerfield begins to thrust again. 
"Yeah! Ahhhh, ohhhh. Ah, yeah, ohhh!" Conway sighs.
Summerfield wraps his arms around Conway's waist, one hand stroking his hard cock. He keeps pounding at the ass, hearing the cheeks slap together and Conway grunt. Conway knew Summerfield was a star athlete and he was glad he made his move, only regretting that he never made it sooner.
"Ahh," Summerfield sighs knowing he's getting close.
Conway stands up straight and turns around. He kisses Summerfield, holding his head in his hands.
"I'm close Coach," Summerfield warns.
"Let me ride you then," Conway says as he sucks on Summerfield's pec. "Ride you until you cum."
Summerfield lays back down and Conway squats down on the dick facing him. He bobs his ass up and down, still clenching the dick tightly. 
"Ahh," Summerfield sighs as he sprawls his arms out wide. "Yeahhhh!"
Conway presses down on Summerfield's chest, his skin glistening with the layer of sweat. He rocks his body as he bobs up and down, "Yeahhh!"
"Ahh," Summerfield's moans getting higher, "Coach--"
Conway goes faster knowing he's about to cum and then he pops off the cock and lays next to Summerfield as the young man jerks his cock and his load squirts out. The cum flies through the air high up on Summerfield's chest, he breaths heavily but otherwise makes no noise. He keeps stroking his cock as more and more cum pours out. Conway climbs back on top of Summerfield and rubs his dick against Summerfield's. It only takes a moment, but then Conway's load explode out on Summerfield's chest. 
"Ah, fuck yeahhhh!" Conway grunts. "Ahhh, yeah."
He rubs his cock against Summerfield's some more until the last drop of cum comes out. "Fuck, yeah..."
Summerfield slaps Conway's ass playfully, then holds on to it and squeezes it tightly. 
"Feel better?" Conway asks.
"Much better," Summerfield replies.
"Good. I suggest you-- we do this before you have a match, get it out of your system before you wrestle."
Summerfield nods with a grin. Conway stands up and pulls Summerfield up to his feet. "Good practice today, now get going."
"Yes Coach," Summerfield says wiping the cum off his chest and licking it.

If I were to have my pick between these two hunks, I'd go with the younger porn stud.