Robin Sanchez vs. Antonio Cesaro

Sanchez is the hot versatile Spanish porn star whose buff muscles, slick abs and bubbly butt make him the full package. This stud comes in at 5'9" and 190 lbs. Cesaro is the tough Swiss wrestler who is billed as 6'5" and 232 lbs.

Cesaro enters the ring with a serious look on his face. Sanchez tries not to smile at him, knowing it won't be reciprocated, but seeing him unzip his jacket and reveal his hairy chest makes it hard. The bell rings and Cesaro circles around ready to get the match started. He reaches out at Sanchez, and gets him on his shoulders as he falls to his knees, and flips Sanchez down on his back. Cesaro gets on him with a back wrist lock, but Sanchez isn't ready to be held down, getting up on a knee. He twists around and gets behind Cesaro in the wrist lock. Cesaro taps his shoulder, and then tries to reach back and grab Sanchez's head. Sanchez pushes him forward and instead Cesaro grabs the rope to break the hold. He then elbows Sanchez in the head, making him tumble back to the corner. Cesaro struts to him and picks him up, punching him in the head. Sanchez punches back, and Cesaro counters with a European uppercut that sends the pornstar flopping back into the corner. He grabs Sanchez's wrist to fling him across the ring, but Sanchez spins around and reverses it sending the wrestler to the opposite corner. Sanchez runs at him but Cesaro swings up his boot, kicking him in the face. Sanchez staggers backwards and Cesaro lunges forward with a clothesline, taking Sanchez's head off. He rolls up the pornstar for the cover, but Sanchez punches out after two. Sanchez rolls over on his stomach and gets on his hands and knees. Cesaro steps over him and grabs him up, hitting a cobra clutch hold on him. Sanchez screams in pain, begging for him to drop the hold. Cesaro snickers, turned on by the pornstar's helplessness. Sanchez reaches for the ropes, but he's too far. Instead he focuses his energy to stand up, one knee at a time. Just as he's about to get up Cesaro hoists him up and slams him down hard. Cesaro stands above him and slaps him across the face, "Nice try." He picks the pornstar back up and whips him into the ropes. Sanchez runs right back into his arms and he hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He barely covers the pornstar for the pin, but somehow Sanchez punches out after two. He still has fight in him. Cesaro picks Sanchez up by the hair and slaps him across his chest. Sanchez waivers in place and Cesaro leaps up and hits a dropkick that sends Sanchez stumbling back through the ropes and out of the ring. Cesaro laughs as he climbs out of the ring. But Sanchez isn't going to go down like this, and punches him in the gut. He then grabs Cesaro by the head and hits a neckbreaker. Cesaro bounces back and leans on the metal stairs for support. Sanchez hurries over and grabs him by the head and slams him into the stairs. He then scoops Cesaro up and runs him over into the ring post, cracking his back against the metal pole. He then slams Cesaro down on the mat. Cesaro scrunches his eyes, how did he end up like this? Sanchez leaps up and hits a hard legdrop on him. He then picks Cesaro up and tosses him back in the ring. Cesaro slowly gets up and faces back toward Sanchez. Sanchez springboards over the ropes and hits a crossbody. He goes for the pin, but Cesaro punches out after two. Sanchez grabs him in a reverse headlock, tightening his bicep around his head. Cesaro chokes out trying to breathe, as his hands try to pry the pornstar's arm off of him. Sanchez stands back up, taking Cesaro with him and tosses him into the ropes. Cesaro runs back and Sanchez powerslams him in the middle of the ring. He picks the wrestler back up and whips him into the corner turnbuckle. Sanchez runs at him and hits a series of shoulder thrusts, taking the wind out of him. Cesaro slumps down in the corner in a daze. Sanchez takes a few steps back and runs at him for a bronco buster, but Cesaro rolls out of the way and he eats turnbuckle. Cesaro gets back up behind him and hits a belly-to-back German suplex, bridging it for the pin. Sanchez squirms free before the three-count. Both men turn to face one another and Sanchez lunges at Cesaro with a clothesline. Cesaro scrambles to his feet and again Sanchez tries for the clothesline. Cesaro ducks the move,  going around Sanchez and spinning him around. He hooks underneath both arms and hits a tiger slam. He hooks Sanchez's leg, but again the pornstar miraculously punches out before three. Cesaro takes his time getting up and Sanchez is on his feet. Cesaro lifts him on his shoulders and hits a Swiss blade. Instead of going for the pin Cesaro double stomps on Sanchez. He looks down on him, wiping his sweat on to the pornstar, who looks dazed. He picks Sanchez back up and whips him in the rope. Sanchez holds on the ropes with his elbows so Cesaro's dropkick goes no where. He comes at the pornstar and Sanchez ducks, lifting Cesaro up and hitting a spinebuster. He holds Cesaro down for the pin, but the wrestler breaks out of it after two. Cesaro is pissed by that sudden offense and comes back at Sanchez with an uppercut. Sanchez staggers back taking the hit hard. Cesaro grabs Sanchez back, sticking his head between his legs. He hoists him up and puts him out with the neutralizer. Cesaro hooks the leg for good measure and counts it out: one, two, three. He tosses Sanchez's leg away and stands up with both arms raised in victory.

Sanchez knew Cesaro was a tourist upon first glance. When he walked he was taking in the sights too much to be a local. Out of curiosity he followed him around, seeing what a tourist thought was worthy to visit of his Spanish town. But he passed by the main street and headed to the coast -- the beach. Of course, Sanchez thought. 
He follows Cesaro to the hot sand and watches as he pulls a towel out of his bag. And then he rips off his shirt revealing a nice chiseled chest with enormous pecs. Sanchez likes what he sees, and Cesaro hasn't even dropped his pants yet. Cesaro looks around and then unzips his pants letting them drop to his ankles revealing a black speedo. Even from a distance Sanchez can tell he's packing. Cesaro lays down in the sun -- enjoying his vacation as one should.
Sanchez, too shy to approach the stranger, turns around and heads back to town.
Later that evening Sanchez enjoys a meal at the bar. He still can't get Cesaro out of his mind.
"Lots of tourists here already, eh Mate," the bartender says refilling Sanchez's drink.
"I know, some of them are fucking hot."
"Really, where have you seen them?"
Sanchez tells the bartender his story of following Cesaro to the beach, regretting how he didn't walk by to get a closer look.
"You didn't even get his name, did you?"
Sanchez turns around to see whom the voice belonged to and sees Cesaro standing there in his presence. 
"Uh... hey," Sanchez doesn't know what's going on. "So how was the beach?"
Cesaro sits down next to Sanchez, "It could have been better. There was a hot guy following me but instead of coming down to the beach and taking off his shirt and pants he left."
Sanchez puts his hand on Cesaro's thigh. "Maybe he wasn't wearing a swimsuit, or anything, underneath his pants."
"That would have been even better."
"Well, why don't I make it up to you? I can give you a little guide around the late night scene..."
"Or you could come back to my hotel room." Cesaro puts a hotel key card on the bar. 
Sanchez doesn't even need to think about it, "It would be my pleasure."
The two practically race back to Cesaro's hotel, a boutique hotel luxuriously decorated. His room has a huge king size bed and a wall of windows looking out to the sea. But Sanchez isn't looking around at the details, he only has eyes for Cesaro. The two makeout on the edge of the bed, their hands exploring the others fantastic body. 
Truth be told Cesaro actually saw Sanchez first, on his first day in town. He had followed him around, staring at that ass squeezed in those tight jeans. When he saw Sanchez following him earlier that day, he knew would that the night would end like this.
He kisses Sanchez's ripped chest, nipping on his pecs. Cesaro thought he had the biggest pecs around, but Sanchez's rivaled his. He sucks them in his mouth, slurping his tongue around them and spits them out. Sanchez exhales a long breath and then holds Cesaro's head to his chest. Cesaro sucks on the pecs some more and then looks up Sanchez to give him a kiss. Sanchez kisses him back and then goes down to his chest, sucking on his nipples.
"Ahhh..." Cesaro moans with a little giggle. "Aha, yeahhh..."
Sanchez kisses down Cesaro's stomach to his jeans and then unbuttons them. Cesaro does the same for Sanchez and both men stand up to slide them off. Cesaro stares at Sanchez's uncut cock and licks his lips. Sanchez shoves Cesaro's head down into his crotch and the wrestler goes to town, kissing the shaft, licking the head, gobbling up his balls, and then taking the cock all the way down his throat. Sanchez stands enjoying the view with Cesaro occasionally looking up at Sanchez as if to see if he approves of his blow job. Each time Sanchez nods with a smile and then pushes Cesaro's head back down on his cock.
With Sanchez's dick wet, Cesaro has the porn star get on the bed on his hands and knees. He leans forward kissing Sanchez's ass, impressed with how round and plump they are. He pulls the cheeks apart and flicks his tongue inside the hole. Sanchez murmurs to himself quietly enjoying the rim job. Cesaro's facial hair rubs against his smooth ass, brushing it softly as Cesaro's tongue fucks the hole. Cesaro squeezes the cheeks as he goes deeper and Sanchez can't help but whine with pleasure. 
It doesn't take long to loosen Sanchez's hole up, Cesaro could stick his fist in it if he wanted. Instead he sits down on the bed and has Sanchez sit on his lap facing him. Cesaro wraps his arms around him as the pornstar reaches back and adjusts Cesaro's cock so it goes up in him.
"Ohhhh..." Sanchez moans as it pokes up in him. "Mmm..."
Cesaro exhales as his dick comes to a stop in Sanchez. The two kiss quietly as Cesaro gently starts thrusting his dick up and down in him.  
"Yeah..." Sanchez moans.
The two lock eyes and stare each other down. Sanchez holds on to Cesaro's shoulders for support while the wrestler plants each hand on Sanchez's ass right under his tattoos, rubbing the cheeks like crystal balls. 
"Uhhh..." Sanchez begins to whine as he feels Cesaro's balls smash into his ass.
"Yeah..." Cesaro whispers calmly as he goes back to making out with Sanchez. 
Sanchez can hardly believe he missed this hunk when he turned away at the beach. He learned his lesson, as he holds on to Cesaro tight as though he could slip away.
Cesaro pounds him again in his prostate, the pornstar gasps. "Fuck..."
Cesaro grunts and cracks a crooked smile as he thrusts up harder in Sanchez.
"Oh! OH! Oh yeah, ohhh..." Sanchez moans.
Cesaro feels Sanchez's hard cock rub up against his stomach and looks down. It's oozing out precum. He gives it a good jerk and then looks up at Sanchez, "Why don't you put that to good use?"
Cesaro lays on his back with his legs spread open. Sanchez spits in his hole and then rubs it in with his tongue. Cesaro tilts his head back and stares at the ceiling, in heaven. He tugs at his dick here and there, but mostly tries to remain quiet as Sanchez rims him. It's a shame, he thinks, that he's had this hotel room for an entire week, and only now on his last night he had a man in it with him. He glances back down and sees the top of Sanchez's head, his face buried in his ass.
"Awww..." Cesaro moans as Sanchez munches on him. "Fuck me..."
Sanchez kneels back up and leans right into Cesaro. He slides his cock in that plump ass and starts rocking back and forth. Cesaro clenches his teeth, breathing heavily as he feels Sanchez go deep inside him. The pornstar goes steady, opting for a smooth fuck than anything rough. Cesaro cups his cock in his hands, sighing in between breaths as Sanchez goes at him. 
"Ughhh..." Sanchez moans getting deep inside. "Ahhh..."
Sanchez holds Cesaro's thighs steady as he speeds up. Cesaro flops his cock up against Sanchez's abs, letting the precum drip on him. "Fuck, yeah..."
Sanchez leans in, pressing his hands on Cesaro's sweaty chest. The two kiss, only to break up when Cesaro moans.
"Arghhh... oh yeah..."
Sanchez pulls his dick out and slides it back in and then pulls it all the way out again. Cesaro whimpers each time the cock fills him back up. He slaps his dick on Sanchez, "Fuck me, yeah..."
Sanchez goes back to plowing away at the wrestler, listening to him grunt and groan with each penetration. He closes his eyes so all he can do is focus on the sounds Cesaro makes. 
When Sanchez opens his eyes again he doesn't know how much time has passed. Cesaro keeps grunting, showing no signs of cumming. Both men are dripping in sweat, but Sanchez looks like he needs a break. Cesaro pulls him on top of him and kisses him, letting their bodies rub against each other. As they make out Cesaro rolls on top of Sanchez and then sits up. He taps Sanchez's ass and the pornstar assumes the doggie position.
Cesaro's dick fits right back in and he goes at it. Sanchez let's out a sigh as he watches Cesaro's dick pull in and out of him. Cesaro rubs the ass cheeks and slaps them as he prepares to go faster. 
"Ahhh, ohhh..." Sanchez yells as the dick slams in him again and again. "AHHHH!"
Cesaro wipes the sweat off his brow and continues to hump away at the porn star, making him moan and shout the entire time.
"Ughhh..." Cesaro grunts, as he slows down.
He takes his dick all the way out and then slides it back in, before repeating the motion. Sanchez clenches his ass tight, making him have to really force it in.
"Fuckkk..." Cesaro moans as he holds his cock in the pornstar.
Sanchez grinds his ass on the dick, making Cesaro's body tingle. Considering Sanchez would be his only one on this vacation he's certainly making it a worthy fuck. 
Sanchez glances back at the wrestler and licks his lips. As much as he likes bottoming, he still wants another go at Cesaro's ass. He feels up Cesaro's leg to his stomach and chest, and pinches his pecs. Cesaro can read Sanchez's mind and pounds him a few more times before pulling out. 
Tired, Cesaro falls flat on the bed face down. Sanchez lays on top of him and slides his dick back in. It's a tight squeeze but it goes in. He begins to hump the wrestler again, making the entire bed wobble form the excitement.
Cesaro grips the bedsheets in his hands, Sanchez's dick knows exactly where to go in him. He clenches his teeth, groaning louder and louder. Sanchez pushes down on Cesaro's shoulders and whispers in his ear, "Ohhh yeah, baby..."
Cesaro rocks his body, making the bed inch back and forth. His ass thrusts up into the dick and then slams back down to the bed. 
"Fuckkkk..." Cesaro moans. 
Sanchez knows the wrestler can't take it too much longer, which in turn makes Sanchez closer to cum. 
"I'm going to cum..." Sanchez whispers.
"Yeah," Cesaro moans, "Fuck yeah..."
Sanchez rolls Cesaro on his back and crawls up on him. He sits on his chest so his dick dangles over Cesaro's open mouth. With a few jerks he stops and lets his load shoot out into Cesaro. Cesaro then cups his lips around the head and sucks the cum as it gushes out of Sanchez. He then proceeds to suck down Sanchez's shaft, deep throating him. Sanchez's whole body tingles and he falls back so his head is on the edge of the bed. Cesaro wipes the cum off his mouth and then crawls back on top of Sanchez. He tugs the cum covered cock and then slides it up his ass as he rides him. Sanchez moans, not sure how much more he can take. Cesaro pushes down on his chest and whispers, "Shh..."
It doesn't take more than a minute that Cesaro freezes. He scrunches his eyes and lets out a continuous grunt as he squeezes his dick. The cum spills through his fingers and rains down on Sanchez's stomach, pooling in between his abs.
"Ahhhhhhh, ahhhh ahhhh..." Cesaro moans.
Sanchez pushes Cesaro closer to him and sucks his cock clean as the wrestler pants. Once satisfied with the sweet cum, Sanchez spits the dick out and leans up to kiss Cesaro. 
"Fuck, man..." Cesaro finally says no longer panting. "I really wish I wasn't leaving..."
Sanchez nods in agreement, but then turns to him, "We still have time before you check out."
Cesaro laughs, "Yeah... but that wiped me out."
Sanchez stands up and pulls Cesaro to his feet, "Let's shower and then see how you're feeling."
Cesaro follows Sanchez in, happy that the Spanish stud was determined to make the last moments of his vacation the best.

If I were to have my choice between these two beefcakes, I'd go with Sanchez.