Evan Knox vs. Austin Theory feat. Bobby Lashley

Knox is the young pornstar that recently out comedian Jerrod Carmichael listed as one of his favorites. Varying between a buzzed head and short hair, the 5'11, 149 lb versatile hunk is currently dating fellow pornstar Daniel Evans. Theory is the cocky 6'1, 220 lb superstar who has been getting a push lately and catching everyone's attention with his sexy pose downs with Lashley. With his ripped physique and youthful energy the potential for this red hot athlete is unlimited.

Theory stands in the ring with his headset on, body oiled up, and his posing platform in the center of the ring. 
"In case you have forgotten, my time is now," Theory announces to the crowd. "And I know you can't get enough of my immaculate poses."

While he's addressing the crowd, Theory only has an audience of one on his mind: Lashley. 

"So brace yourself for what is the most perfect body that you've ever laid your eyes on, right now with my pose down."

Theory hastily squirts more oil on his body, you can never have enough, as the lights dim. He begins with one of his favorite poses, the double bicep, flexing them as big as his smile. He knows he looks hot, and he knows Lashley has to be watching him, wanting him. 

And then music begins blasting, the lights come up as Theory's opponent makes his entrance. The wrestler steps off the podium and faces the ramp, licking his lips in anticipation of Lashley marching out. But instead it's Knox in tight silver shorts walking down the ramp.

"What?" Theory looks around, where's Lashley?

Knox climbs into the ring, looking as confused as Theory as to why he's there, but the bell rings signaling that this isn't a mistake, this is the match. Theory remains frozen, angry, confused. Knox tries to take advantage of the opening and comes at the wrestler, but Theory snaps out of it at the last second and grabs Knox's arm in a hold and takes him down with a clothesline. Knox rolls away and gets back up. When Theory gets close, he swings for a kick, but Theory ducks it and hits him with a forearm smash. He then quickly grabs Knox and hits him with a snap suplex.
Knox bounces a few times across the ring, rubbing his lower back in pain. Theory is being extra aggressive right off the bat. Before he can get up the wrestler is over him, picking him back up to his feet and hits him with a pendulum backbreaker. 

Theory channels his rage and whips Knox into the corner, charging at him with a spear, stuffing the twink into the turnbuckles. He then hits him with a corner clothesline and lifts him up with a fallaway slam.

Knox bounces on the ring, completely drained. He waits for Theory to cover him and put him out of his misery, but Theory has other ideas. He picks the pornstar up by his short hair and hoists him up with a delayed vertical suplex. Knox doesn't know how long he's upside down, the blood rushing to his head, but it feels like forever before Theory slams him down. Theory then takes a few steps back and hits Knox with a standing moonsault, their bodies colliding with a loud smack. Theory hooks Knox's leg for the pin. One. Two-- Theory pulls away, not yet finished with Knox.

He stands in the corner waiting for Knox to get back on his feet. The pornstar takes his time, wondering why the match has ended. And when he's up and turning to face his opponent, Theory rolls over and hits a rolling thunder blockbuster, taking Knox out again. He picks his opponent up again and puts him in a fireman's carry, looking to end it for real, hitting him with the ATL. Theory then slides on top of Knox without even hooking a leg, pressing on his stomach as the ref counts it out: One, two, three.

After the match Theory heads back to the locker room and takes a long shower to calm himself down. Still longing for Lashley, all he wants to do is go back to his hotel and jack off, but he's scheduled to take some new promo photos. So Theory takes his time getting ready, hoping he'll cross paths with Lashley, that they can build on their interactions over the past few weeks. Theory meanders through the arena halls to the backstage area to the cyclorama, but no Lashley in sight. 

The photographer is bent over looking in his bag when Theory approaches him from behind, pausing a moment to check out his ass in the tight jeans he's wearing.

"Ready for the best looking guy you're going to take photos of today?"

The photographer turns around revealing himself to be Knox. 

"Oh... but you're--"

Knox shrugs, "The wrestler you were supposed to face earlier didn't show up so they sent me."

Theory nods as if this were a reasonable explanation, trying not to look hurt that Lashley stood him up.

"Here let me oil you up," Knox says grabbing a bottle of baby oil.
He squirts some on his hands and the begins rubbing it on Theory's chest. The wrestler twitches at the coolness, blushing in embarrassment.
"Sorry."
"No, it's okay," Theory says. "I'm actually sorry for being so rough on you in the ring."

"It's cool. Sometimes I like it a little rough," Knox laughs.

"Right..."
Knox rubs down the wrestler's abs making sure each one is glistening in oil. He skips down to Theory's legs, shocked at how thick they are. He imagines how nice it would be to sit on Theory's lap and ride him with thighs like that. As he rubs back up the legs he notices Theory's package growing semi-hard. Of course he likes to be worshipped, why else would he be doing all those pose downs week after week? Knox applies more oil to Theory's shoulders, running his hands down his arms which Theory happily flexes for him. Knox exhales the breath he didn't realize he was holding and steps back to admire Theory now that he's all oiled up.

"Shall we begin?"

Theory does a double bicep flex for his first pose. He then turns to his right and does a side chest post. Followed by a back double bicep flex.
"Austin, you need to face the camera," Knox calls out.
"Oh," Theory blushes, turning back to face the photographer. "Got a little carried away."
"I mean I'm not complaining," Knox says. "Should we do some with the belt?"
Theory takes the United States Championship Belt and holds it on his shoulder, smiling proudly.
"Sexy," Knox calls out each time Theory changes poses.
"How about we do one with just the belt?" Theory asks.
Knox's eyes light up. "I'm game."
"Good, then come help me."
Knox steps away from his camera and reaches to hold Theory's belt for him, but the wrestler guides his hand down to his trunks. Knox can tell Theory is rock hard in his shorts. He pushes the wrestler's shorts down far enough for his erection to spring free, confirming his suspicions, and wraps his hand around it.
"Ahhh," Theory groans, not realizing just how much he’d been craving for his dick to be touched.
Knox marvels at the long, uncut cock, and opens his mouth, sucking on just the head still hidden under the foreskin.
"Mmm..." Theory moans out.
Knox puts his hands on the wrestler's hips, as he teases him more with his lips and tongue. His tongue stretches along the underside of his erection, his lips trailing lower and sucking harder on his throbbing flesh. Overwhelmed and flesh flushing hot, Theory strains against the pressure of Knox's mouth exploring him so thoroughly, his thighs are trembling under the pornstar's hands. And then Knox pulls back the foreskin and inhales the dick, not just the head, but going down the shaft. Theory's breath quickens as he watches the twink's head bob back and forth, there's something undeniably sexy seeing Knox sucking him like that. It turns Theory on more and more, and then when his hand brushes against the wrestler's balls, Theory can barely remember to breathe.
"Oh fuck yeah," Theory moans out while getting some much needed air.
He pinches his pecs as he watches the head bob faster. The momentum feels good, and Theory has trouble standing still. At this point Knox can tell Theory's close, so he slurps faster, wilder, doing what he can to keep the momentum. And then without even a groan Theory spills his seed down Knox's waiting throat.

"Uhhhhhh..." his delayed groan finally comes.
Knox doesn't care, he swallows everything Theory has, licking him clean before he eases up to kiss the wrestler's panting lips. "Delicious."

Knox then steps back behind the camera and returns to work mode, as if the blowjob never happened. "Let's get this belt shot," Knox says.
Theory holds the belt in front of his crotch and smiles, clearly looking happier after that blow job. Knox snaps a few photos and then Theory drops the belt. "Keep going," the wrestler instructs. "You know you want to."
Knox takes a few more photos then adds, "I want to do so much more too."
"Oh do you?" Theory raises his eyebrows, very interested in hearing more. "Like what?"
Theory turns back around, showing off his ass. "Like this?" He then bends over and shows off his hole. "Or this?" He faces Knox again and rubs his hand down his chest to his cock, stroking it slowly. "Or more of this?"
"You're making me choose?" Knox groans. "Why can't I have it all?"
Theory tilts his head, why not indeed. Knox rips his shirt off and slides off his jeans as he steps back on to the cyclorama. Theory leans on a stool and arches his back ready for whatever Knox has in store. 
Knox grabs Theory's ass in one hand, and brings his face down to lick against his hole. Theory whines and angles his ass just right, pressing against the pornstar's tongue as he sloppily licks into him. Knox lets out some sort of growl, and dives in head first, licking into Theory, who just keens and whines underneath his touch, letting out soft sounds as the pornstar gets him ready.
"Ahhh... eat my ass," Theory moans.
When Knox finally finishes he slaps the ass again, still admiring Theory's body as though he were seeing it for the first time. He stands back up and taps his dick on the top of the wrestler's butt, dragging it down through his crack and then slowly pushes it in between the cheeks.
"Uhhhh..." Theory tenses up as he feels Knox's warmth in him.
If Knox is intimidated by Theory's bigger, more muscular body, he doesn't show it. He thrusts quickly and hard, no build up, straight to the chase. Theory likes it, the smaller man still delivering a punch with each penetration.
"Ohhh," Theory can feel his balls swinging. "That's some good dick."

Theory's breath punches from his chest every time Knox slams into him, raw and uninhibited. He pictures Lashley fucking him, but Knox's smaller hands and soft moans keep the image from staying in his mind long. Still his horniness overpowers all other thoughts, and being fucked by even a twink is fulfilling a much needed desire. 
Knox can tell Theory is surprised at just how good it is, but he's not offended. The twink rather surpass expectations than fail to live up to them. And he's not ignorant of how Theory and Lashley have had a will they or won't they thing going on for the past few weeks. But he keeps pounding away at Theory's ass knowing damn well that an opportunity like this doesn't come its way often.
"Mmm, yeah," he moans quietly, trying to keep his noise to a minimum.
Theory's grunts get softer, his dick, once again hard, swings each time Knox impacts him. He imagines what it'd be like to fuck Lashley right now while Knox is fucking him. To have the bodybuilder right there, his gorgeous ass taking his dick. The fantasy makes Theory start leaking some precum.

"Everything okay?" Knox asks, noticing Theory getting quieter.

"Yeah, maybe we switch positions?"

Knox steps back and drops to his hands and knees, happy to show off his versatility to the athlete.
Theory smacks his ass, watching it jiggle. It's definitely not even comparable to Lashley's rear, in fact, it's hard to believe that Knox is a few years over being legal. Still, it'll do. He spits on the pornstar's ass and slaps it again.
"Yeah, mmm," Knox encourages the abuse.
Theory rubs his thumb around the pornstar's hole, teasing him by poking it ever so slightly in.
"You're killing me Austin," Knox groans.
Theory moves this thumb over the hole, rubbing it in a circle. Knox can't take it anymore and pushes back, letting the thumb slide in him.
"Ohhh..." Knox gasps and arches his back at the intrusion.
Theory slowly moves his thumb in and out of Knox, listening to the pornstar moan out. He smiles, proud that he could please Knox with so little. He wonders if this is all Lashley requires as well. He works two, and then three, fingers in the pornstar's ass, stretching out his tight ring of muscle for his girthy cock.
"Yeah, mmm, fuck me..." 

Theory has Knox roll over on his back, the pornstar's eyes beaming at the sight of Theory's naked body. The wrestler grins -- he loves being ogled, and it always turns him on regardless of who is doing it. He kneels between Knox's legs, lifting them and placing them on his shoulders so his hands are free to guide his cock into him. Once he's fully inside, he takes a moment to allow Knox to adjust before he commences thrusting.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good," Knox whispers.
"I know," Theory replies.

Theory doesn't look down at him, instead stares straight ahead as he finds a steady rhythm. This isn't the fucking he expected tonight, but it'll do.

"Uhhh... fuck yeah," Knox tries to get Theory to look down at him with his moans. "Ahhh, Austin..."
Knox reaches for his own cock only to have Theory bat it away. He almost groans in frustration, but appreciates that Theory does notice him. Then the wrestler starts stroking Knox's dick and Knox releases a choked gasp. Theory is just out of his reach so he lets his hands fall back behind his head as he allows the athlete to work him right, enjoying every fleeting glance Theory gives him.

"Uh uh uh," Knox quietly gasps, in awe of the wrestler.
When Theory leans forward a little more, plowing deeper into him, Knox quickly reaches out to pull him down for a kiss, brushing his fingers through his short hair. Theory pulls back, almost like the kiss was a taunt, and releases his grip on the pornstar's dick. Now he squeezes Knox's ankles with his has hands, pressing tighter as he fucks faster. Knox responds by bucking his hips, which makes the sound of Theory slamming into him even louder, wilder.
"Ohhh..." He feels tingling as Theory brushes up against his prostate, and bucks harder, wanting more.

Theory releases Knox's ankles, holding down on his thighs now, rubbing them slightly. Knox sense that Theory is within reach now, and longs for a touch. He reaches out to put a hand on the wrestler's chest and this time, instead of batting him away, Theory grabs it and holds it there.
"Ahhh, ahhhh," Knox gasps, giving Theory's pec a squeeze.

As much as he loves fucking with guys his size or bigger, there's something about fucking a twink that Theory likes. The opportunity to feel even more massive than he does. The power that Theory's bigger size gives him with each thrust.

"Fuck your ass is so good," Theory says before sucking in some air.

"Yeah? Ahhh..." Knox closes his eyes, in heaven.

Theory lays down beside him, becoming the bigger spoon. He holds up Knox's right leg and slides back into him. Long, slow drags that fill the pornstar up and then slide right out.

"Ahhh, uhhh," Knox gasps each time Theory buries himself in him.

"Yeah take it," Theory mumbles.

Knox strokes his cock faster, no lube necessary with all the precum oozing out of him. His body trembles as Theory targets his prostate over and over again. Theory puts his hand on Knox's chest, holding him steady.

"Ohhhh..." Theory pumps faster, short thrusts but still effective.

"AHHHHH..." Knox moans out louder than he intends.

Theory tilts Knox's head back and plants his lips on his, muffling his noises as he continues with his rapid fire penetration.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come," Knox blurts out. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come..."

Theory smiles, as he scans down the twink's body watching him stroke his cock in unison to his thrusts. Knox breathes heavier and then utters, "Fuck..."
His white cum spurts out on his hand as he keeps stroking, his body rocking from the force of Theory's penetration. But the moans don't stop as the tingling from his orgasm still has yet to subside.
"Ahhh that's hot," Theory sighs. "Want me to come in you?"

"Yes please," Knox says trying not to act like that is a stupid question.

Theory presses their bodies close together and humps him with a fairly quick pace. Knox gasps, still unable to catch his breath, but once he feels Theory hold himself deep inside he knows it's coming.
"Ohhhhh..." Theory groans, unloading in the twink.
After all his cum squirts out, the wrestler thrusts a few more times before dragging his dick back out. He sits up on his knees and hangs his dick over Knox's face, and he squeezes the remaining cum out.
"Ohhh yeah..." 

Theory stands back up and grabs his shorts and belt when he sees Lashley arrive for his photo session. Once Lashley discerns what's happened he freezes, mouth agape.

"Let me go clean up, and I'll be right with you Bobby," Knox says.

The twink throws his jeans on his sweaty, cum-covered body and darts away.

"What's the matter?" Theory asks Lashley. "Have you not seen someone this hot naked before?"

Theory steps right up to the wrestler, the tension that's been building over the weeks fills the inch of space between them. Theory doesn't know if Lashley will beat him or fuck him, but it doesn't matter. At this point all Theory wants is to be touched by him. And then Lashley grabs Theory's head, pulls him in and kisses him, sucking his tongue long and hard.

They makeout for a good two minutes until Lashley pushes Theory away. "On your back."

Knox returns from getting changed, but minimizes his prescene, watching as Theory submits for Lashley, spreading his legs open and pulling them up to his shoulders so the bigger man can easily glide into him.

"Uff... you're big," Theory confirms the obvious.
Lashley smiles, absorbing how it feels to finally be inside of Theory. The bottom exhales through his nose, feeling more alive than he has in months. "Shit, oh my God, you feel so good," Theory babbles.
And with that Lashley commences, steady but quickly picking up speed and power. Lashley finds a pace that sends him deeper into Theory with every quick thrust and he keeps at it while the bottom struggles to keep up, overwhelmed and dripping between them almost from the start.

Knox sneaks behind his camera, turning it on to record this monumental fucking for the history books. The two wrestlers don't notice, so lost in each other. 

"Ohhh..." Theory moans resoundingly after a deep thrust.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Lashley quietly moans as he rocks his body into him.
Lashley admires how Theory's chest bounces with each penetration, his body can handle the abuse. Not only handle it, but enjoy it. Or, judging by Theory's smile, crave it.
"Ohhhh..." Theory writhes and moans underneath him, trying to take the long, thick cock that is prying him apart.
Lashley is surprised at how tight Theory is after just being fucked. Then again Lashley's dick has more mass to it than Knox's. Not to mention how strong Theory clenches around him.
"Fuck, yeah, give it to me Bobby," Theory begs.

The top leans forward, pushing his face close to Theory's. Theory rubs his hands down Lashley's sweaty back, to his ass. He playfully rubs it in circles, finding himself eager to experience fucking it.
As Theory's hands feel his rear, Lashley's desire to be penetrated grows.
"You want to fuck me?"

Theory is so gagged he just nods. Knox is equally surprised and zooms in as Lashley helps him up on his knees and then turns around, aiming his muscle ass at Theory (and the camera), his hole pulsing with anticipation.
"Fuck..." Theory can't believe this is happening.

"Fuck..." Knox can't believe it either, reaching down to stroke himself.
Once he is fully hilted, Theory pauses to recollect himself too. Lashley is fairly tight and hot around him, but it is growing more and more difficult to hold himself back.

He presses his legs into Lashley's hips and gives experimental, slow thrusts at first before he finds a better rhythm. Lashley pants and arches up with each glide of Theory inside of him -- the action is smooth and easy and remains so as Theory fills him deeper and deeper, the fast, rough thrusts that leave the bigger man moaning.
"Yeah, fuck yeah," Theory growls
He wants more than anything to rail the older hunk until Lashley couldn’t remember his own name. With that Theory pounds into Lashley's ass, aggressively grunting with each thrust. Lashley's rear bounces nicely with each penetration, yet the bodybuilder makes no signals that he can't take it. Theory wipes the sweat off his brow, determined to make the bigger man show submissive he could be. As much as Lashley could dominate Theory wants him to submit.

Instead Lashley eats it up, glancing back smiling at how hard Theory is trying. Lashley then begins twerking his ass on the dick, a move that makes Theory pause just so he can stare at it. 
"Holy shit," he utters.

Lashley's ass keeps eating up his dick, doing things that Theory didn't know was possible. He puts his hands on Lashley's cheeks, feeling them move, still unable to process what his eyes are seeing.

"You like that, Austin?" Theory glances back again. "Or is it too much ass for you?"

Theory doesn't know how to respond, his heart racing. Even after Lashley crawls forward, letting the dick fall out of him, Theory remains frozen, goosebumps forming all over his body.

"You're gonna ride me," Lashley says, snapping Theory back into the moment.

Lashley sits down, dick erect and ready for Theory's ass. Theory grabs Lashley's member from behind and lines it up with his loose hole. He locks eyes with Lashley as he sinks down, going all the way until his cheeks are on the top's thighs.
"Ohhhh..." Theory chuckles. "Yeah..."
He begins to bounce, holding his hands on Lashley's shoulders, building up momentum. As Theory's dick swings with each bounce, Lashley cups the younger man's ass, helping him keep his rhythm, enjoying the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room once again. 

"Uhhh..." Knox moans quietly to himself, imagining how hot it would be to ride Lashley.

Lashley feels a sensation in his lower stomach, knowing very well that is close to coming. He bucks his hips upwards, hoping that by slamming up into the sinking ass it'll prolong the moment. He growls, picking up the pace, finding it's working, but now he hears Theory moaning out that he's close.

"Ahhh... I'm gonna come..."

Theory isn't even touching himself as he shoots his load on to Lashley's chest, white streaks dripping down his stomach.
"Ahhh fuck yeah--"
Lashley kisses him as he bucks up once again and unloads inside Theory. The bottom arches his back upon feeling the explosion in him, the searing load spilling in him. A few ropes trickle out of his hole, along with Lashley's cock, which rubs up against his back.
"Uhhhh..." Lashley groans, a massive release. "Whew..."

The two men remain together, panting, sweaty, and still horny as fuck. Neither one wants to move to end the moment -- the moment that Knox has recording perfectly on camera. 

The pornstar steps back on the cyclorama, making his presence know. Lashley and Theory still don't move as he stands with his dick between the wrestlers, jerking it. 
"Ahhh..." his voice gets higher as he approaches his climax. "Ohhhhh..."
Knox releases his load on them both, splattering them both equally. Yet when he's finished neither wrestler looks at him, still lost in each other's eyes and bodies.

Deciding between these two is a matter of preference; whether you prefer a young college-aged twink or a hunky twenty-something who looks like a grown man. I'd prefer the latter and would go with Theory.