Abraham Al Malek vs. Shawn Daivari

Malek is the hairy Lebanese porn star who married fellow porn star Dato Foland even though the two are hardly spotted together. Coming in at 5'8 and 180 lb this hunk is a versatile performer looks great in any position he's in. Daivari is the ripped Persian-American wrestler who comes in at 5'10 and 189 lbs.

Malek climbs into the ring and is rushed by Daivari, who assaults him with a bunch of blows, making him fall to a knee and hang on to the middle rope. Daivari takes a few steps back and charges at him with a boot to the head. He gets Malek back to his feet and whips him into the ropes, hitting a crossbody. He goes for the early cover, but only gets a one-count. He gets Malek back to his feet and winds his hand back for a punch to the head, but Malek blocks it and counters with a fist of his own. He pounds Daivari again and again making the buff wrestler stumble backwards into the corner. Malek slaps him across the chest, leaving a red mark. He then whips Daivari into the opposite corner and runs at him with a body splash, squashing him into the turnbuckles. Daivari falls face first on the ring and Malek goes down and gets him in a headscissors hold around his stomach. Daivari tries to pry his legs off him but can't. Malek screams with delight knowing he's torturing the hot wrestler with this hold. Daivari tries elbowing Malek, who leans back to avoid the hit. He then releases the hold and changes it up with a reverse headlock. Daivari gasps for air as his head is squeezed around Malek's bicep. Daivari keeps gasping, trying to sell the hold as stronger than it is, allowing himself to get up on one knee. Malek laughs, taunting the wrestler not knowing the wrestler has him where he wants. Daivari elbows Malek, making him release the hold. He hits Daivari with a blow to the head and then throws him into the ropes. Malek bends down but Daivari slides down and slaps him in the face. Malek flails backwards and Daivari gets up and grabs him, hitting a neckbreaker. Daivari lays across Malek's hairy chest for the pin, but only gets a one-count. He picks the porn star back up and gets him in a reverse headlock. His bicep squeezes even harder around Malek's neck and makes his face turn red. Malek fights to get on his feet and then pushes back, slamming the wrestler into the turnbuckles. He keeps thrusting his ass back, slamming into Daivari and squishing him into the turnbuckles. He turns around to grab Daivari but Daivari pokes him in the eyes with a cheap shot. He then grabs the pornstar on to his shoulder and hits a Death Valley Driver. He goes for the pin hooking the leg, but it's only a two count. Frustrated, Daivari picks the porn star back up and whips Malek into the ropes. He waits for him, but Malek comes back with a bulldog and both men lay down catching their breath. They get up at the same time and Daivari comes swinging at Malek. Malek takes a step back and Daivari runs at him, but Malek opens his arms and hits a mighty powerslam. Daivari rubs his back in pain, not noticing Malek leap up and hit a legdrop on him. Daivari bouces up in pain, trying to run away. Malek comes at him, kicks him in the gut and then hits a flowing DDT which puts him out. He lays on top of the wrestler, hooking the legs and gets the surprise three-count victory.

Daivari looks around at his table, single straight dudes getting drunk and trading lousy pick up lines that won't even work on a bridesmaid. For a gay wedding, there wasn't any single gay men around. To make matters worse Daivari is overdressed in his bright green sherwani, but finds comfort knowing he's the best looking one at his table. 
He spots his brother at another table with his boyfriend, Raul Korso, at his side. Korso spots him staring and immediately Daivari looks away. Funny how he always thought Korso was staring at him, and now Daivari is caught doing the looking.
One of the grooms, Tony Orion, approaches the table and thanks the guys for coming. Daivari puts on a smile, happy to see another one of his friends found love. Orion senses Daivari's displeasure, apologizes for sticking him with a bunch of straight dudes. Daivari nods and understands, "I'm sure the open bar will help me bear through this."
While he was joking, Daivari thinks the bar is a good idea and finds it surprisingly empty. He orders a whiskey Coke and waits for the slow bartender to pour it. Another gentleman, dressed in a sharp suit, swings beside him. 
"I saw you looking lonely over there at your table," the handsome man says. 
"I know I couldn't find a date to this wedding," Daivari says sipping his drink.
"Either could I, so I dragged my sister with me," the stranger says. 
Daivari checks the stud out, obvious with his gaze, but he's alone and doesn't care. Satisfied with what he sees and wonders why he hadn't seen this hunk during the entire wedding and reception.
The stranger continues talking, "I'm a little disappointed because if I didn't I might have wound up at the straight single table next to you."
Daivari blushes and sets down his drink. "Daivari," he says sticking his hand out to shake.
"Abraham," Malek says, "It's a pleasure to meet you. Care to dance?"
Daivari nods and the two go to the dance floor, getting lost in the crowd. The night becomes a blur with loud music, more booze and the enjoyment of finding a partner, at least for this one night.
As the night winds down and the couples disappear back upstairs to their hotel rooms and Malek pops the inevitable question, "Your room or mine?"
"Yours. My brother's room is next to mine," Daivari says, relieved that he won't have to hear his brother and Korso having sex.
"Let's go."
The elevator ride seems to take forever, but they arrive at the top floor of the hotel with a stunning night-time view of the city. Daivari is impressed with the spacious suite, all for one person.
The two men waste no time and begin making out and slowly undressing each other in the process. Both pause to admire the others gorgeous body, getting more turned on by the more they see.
And soon the naked men move to Malek's bed, the porn star sitting down on the edge with Daivari on his knees, his head in Malek's crotch. Daivari goes down on him fast, the stubs of his facial hair rubbing against his inner thighs. Malek quietly moans, sucking in air as he looks down at the wrestler. Daivari sucks the seven and a half inches easily, not once gagging. He slurps the dick out, letting it drip with his saliva and strokes it before stuffing it back in his mouth some more. It doesn't take long for Malek to start tapping his foot, the sensation building in him as he fights over the urge to squirm even more. 
He puts his hands on Daivari's head pushing him up and down on his cock until the wrestler spits the dick back out gasping for air. He stands up and pushes Malek flat on his back, kissing him down his body. It's been a while since Daivari had sex and he wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. He curls the porn star's legs up to his shoulders and gets a nice few of his hairy ass. He spits in the crack and then dives his head in, munching on the hole.
"Ahhhh..." Malek moans as he feels Daivari's tongue trace around his hole.
Daivari squeezes the furry cheeks as he buries his head in between them, sliding his tongue in and out of Malek. 
"Ohhh, ahhhh, oooohhh..." Malek moans get louder and longer each time he feels Daivari's tongue in him.
Daivari can't stop grinning, hard to believe that a few hours ago he was sitting solo at a table regretting his decision to show up to the wedding to now rimming a hot young Lebanese stud.
While Daivari could go at the ass for days he doesn't want to let the night slip away. He crawls back and hops off the bend, pulling Malek to the edge. He holds his legs open and slides his dick in.
"Fuck," Malek moans as the dick enters him. 
Daivari starts pumping his cock in the pornstar, slowly building momentum as the porn star watches him with pleasure. Malek tilts his head up so he can watch his hands feel up Daivari's ripped abs to his chest and squeeze his huge pecs. The body worshiping boosts Daivari's confidence making him proudly grunt as he fucks.
"Ahhh... Yeahhhhh..." Malek sighs as Daivari pumps faster.
Daivari's eyes remain locked on Malek's face, watching as he opens and closes his eyes, gasps and takes in deep breaths. He gets his cock in deeper and smiles at the porn star as Malek tilts his head back, staring up at the ceiling with wide open eyes.
"Yeah, that's it," Daivari whispers. "Take that dick."
Malek fiddles with his cock, tapping it against Daivari's stomach and continues to gasp for air. He strokes his dick faster and faster as Daivari pounds away at his prostate.
"Ohhhhh..." he moans louder, which just motivates Daivari to keep going. "Fuckkkkk..."
Daivari wipes his brow as the sweat begins to drip off him. Malek's tight ass is worth the extra effort and he keeps going, turned on by the moans coming out of the bottom.
"Ahhh... ahhh... ohhh..." Malek grips his cock firmly as his body shakes from the pounding.
Daivari nails him a few more times before stopping to give himself a rest. Malek stands up and embraces the wrestler, kissing him even though he's trying to catch his breath. He then shoves Daivari on the bed and climbs on top of him, "Let me ride you."
Daivari is turned on by this aggression, and rests his head in his hands while his dick points straight up to the ceiling fully erect. Malek squats down on Daivari's cock, "Ahhh fuck," the pornstar moans out.
Daivari can feel the ass clench around his cock and sighs with relief. And then he feels Malek press down on his thigh and push himself up off the cock before slamming back down, his ass smashing into Daivari's legs. 
"Ugh, uhhh, ahhh..." Malek moans bouncing faster off the cock.
"Aww, fuck it, come on," Daivari shouts.
Malek grips Daivari's ankles as he pushes his ass down over again and again. Both men breathe heavily, the sound of Malek's ass bouncing up and down filling the void. 
"Uhhh... uhhh.. uhhh..." Malek's moans vibrate as the dick rubs up and down in him. 
"Aww... yeah, ride it," Daivari moans as he rubs Malek's back. 
The porn star sits up straight and goes faster, up and down the dick letting it pierce into him again and again. Daivari stares at the furry ass watching it clench and release. Malek goes hard for a few minutes, but then slows like he needs a break from the abuse. But Daivari picks up where Malek left off, thrusting his dick back up in him again and again. Malek moans louder, almost like he's trying to surrender, but he looks down at Daivari and grins suggesting he wants it more. 
"Ahhhhhhhh..." Malek yells out, as he squeezes his dick. "Right there..."
Malek lays down on top of Daivari, feeling the sweat on Daivari's chest rub against his back. Daivari keeps pumping his dick in the porn star, hugging him tight to keep him from moving too much.
"Arrghhh... yeah..." Daivari grunts as his dick smashes into Malek.
He rubs Malek's hairy chest, squeezing his pecs as he keeps going, until finally he stops with a loud groan. Malek feels Daivari's dick, there's no cum on it. He rolls off Daivari wondering if their next move is to jerk each other off. Instead Daivari waves for Malek to fuck him, "Your turn."
Malek's heart nearly skips a beat. Happy that this ripped muscle stud would bottom for him. He sits up and Daivari climbs on his lap, letting the dick poke up in him.
"Ohhhh, fuck," Daivari shouts as the burning sensation flashes through him. "Fuckkkk me..."
Malek wraps his arms around the wrestler and gently bounces him on his cock, quieting him down. The two kiss passionately as Malek keeps the fucking gentle. 
"Mmm... mmmm..." Daivari hums as the dick goes further in him. "Yeah, that's it..."
Malek licks up Daivari's chest, and then sucks on his huge pecs. Daivari sighs loudly, fighting his ticklish urges. He holds Malek's head to his chest letting him nip on his other pec. He feels Malek's hands slide to his lower back and cup his ass as he speeds up the fucking.
"Ahhh... ahhhhhhhh..." Daivari sighs loving the faster rhythm.
Daivari places both hands on Malek's chest pressing down each time the dick goes up in him. He keeps his eyes on Malek's the two staring each other down waiting for the other to blink. Finally Daivari caves, scrunching his eyes tight as Malek's thick dick grinds around in him.
"Uhhh... fuck yeah," Daivari groans. "Fuck me, fuck me hard."
He climbs off Malek's lap and gets on his hands and knees, his ass pointed at Malek for an open invitation. Malek slaps each cheek and then spits in his crack, watching the saliva drip down into his hole. He sticks his tongue out and goes up the crack to the hole, letting his tongue enter Daivari.
"Yeah..." Daivari begs for the cock, "Fuck me."
Malek doesn't tease the wrestler for too much longer and then guides his cock in him.
"Ohhhh yeah..." Daivari exhales as the cock fully enters him. 
The wrestler rocks his ass back and forth on the cock, twisting and turning working the dick. Malek flexes his arms, putting his hands behind his head allowing the bottom to keep working it. 
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Malek moans, finding it harder from thrusting his cock.
"Uhhh..." Daivari squeezes his cheeks around Malek's head.
Malek pushes Daivari's head down and takes over, thrusting his dick hard and fast. The wrestler's body trembles with the pounding, but the quick strong moments are surprisingly smooth. He breathes heavily, listening to Malek's continuous moans.
"Faster, yeah, faster," Daivari shouts.
Malek obeys the order pumping his dick so fast that Daivari screams with delight. "Yeahhhhhh!"
Even more impressive Malek's hands are to his side, not even touching the wrestler. Yet still Daivari remains steady letting the dick plow through him. 
"Ahhh, keep giving it to me, fuck yeah," Daivari whines.
He feels it getting close and shakes his ass until Malek finally nails his prostate.
"OHHHH, fuckkkk..." Daivari yelps out. "Right there, right there, yeah..."
Malek puts his hands on Daivari's shoulders and leans on top of him, guiding his dick to the same spot. 
"Ugh... ughh... oh my  god," Daivari shouts.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Malek senses his climax coming too.
"Ahhhh, awwww... awwwww..." Daivari moans as the cum gushes out of his cock into a puddle on the bed. "Ahhhhhh..."
Malek keeps pounding and then exhales, "I'm close..."
He pulls his dick out of the wrestler and jacks off. Daivari leans his head in under the balls and opens his mouth letting the cum drops land on his tongue. 
"Mmm..." he swallows them like he's dehyrdated.
"Oh... Ahhhhh... aww..." Malek moans, still jerking off.
Daivari licks up Malek's shaft to the head and swallows in his mouth, taking the cum with it. He swallows the load with the dick in his mouth and then sucks it out clean.
"Awww..." Malek moans, impressed with Daivari's finish.
Both men lay on the bed on their backs, exhausted. Now was the awkward moment, when the night was still relatively young. Does Daivari cuddle and spend the night next to the stud or does he retreat back to his hotel room some ten floors below? He kinda of wanted to go back downstairs, knock on his brother's door and brag to him about the hot hook-up.
Malek rolls over on his stomach and buries his head under the pillow showing no signs of caring whether Daivari stays or goes. Daivari gathers his clothes and hastily puts them on. He takes one last glance at Malek's round, furry ass and leaves.
The elevator ride down seems to take forever. He races out to his room, past his room to his brother's. He knocks on the door and hears someone race to open it.
"Arya?"
The door opens and Korso stands there in nothing but a bikini bottom. "Oh, Shawn!"
"Where's my brother?" 
"I haven't seen him since the reception..."
Daivari notices Korso's eyes are red, and the porn star wipes them as if that could hide the fact he was crying. "Are you okay? Do you want me to come in?"
"Sure," Korso says.
Daivari steps in the room, the door closing shut behind him...

If I could have my pick between these two sexy men, I'd go with the underrated Daivari.