Braxton Cruz vs. Anthony Bowens

Bonus match to end Pride month on.

Cruz is a relative newcomer, debuting on Men earlier this year, with him topping in all of his scenes so far. The sexy Australian comes in at 5'10 and 185 lb. Bowens is the gay pro-wrestler with AEW and one half of the scissoring tag team, The Acclaimed. The 5'10, 205 lb stud is also a model, recently shooting with Savage X Fenty modeling their pride line.

Bowens is thrilled to be in the ring wearing his rainbow-colored trunks for a Pride event wrestling match. He's also glad he got a morning workout in giving himself a nice pump so he's looking his best, especially since across from him is Cruz, who looks hot himself. The bearded Australian wears tight spandex shorts that show that he's definitely packing a lot both in the front and in the back. 
The two men shake hands just as the bell rings. Cruz grabs at Bowens, but the wrestler gets him with an arm drag. Cruz sits up on his knees as Bowens taunts him with his fingers making scissors. Cruz shakes his head and gets back up. The two lock up this time Cruz gets Bowens with an arm drag. The wrestler watches as Cruz taunts him with the scissor gesture. Not one to take teasing lightly, Bowens scrambles to his feet and lunges at Cruz. Cruz locks up with him again and twists Bowens around with a wrist lock. The wrestler drops to his knees and Cruz nails an elbow to his arm. He then picks Bowens up and whips him across the ring. The wrestler rebounds back, ducking Cruz's swing and bounces off the opposite ropes. He charges at Cruz with a shoulder block, knocking him down. Bowens stares down at him flexing his chest, daring him to taunt him again. Cruz rolls away and gets back up and Bowens kicks him in the gut, followed by a series of strikes to the back of the head concluding with a bionic elbow. He doesn't let Cruz stay flat on the ring for long, pulling him back up and hitting him with an Olympic slam. He pushes Cruz down for the pin, but the pornstar punches out after a one-count.
Bowens steps back, allowing Cruz to stand up, but once the pornstar's on his feet, the wrestler steps forward with a big smack to the face. Cruz wobbles back to the ropes, dazed. Bowens takes him by the wrist and whips him into the corner, hard. The wrestler follows after him nailing a forearm smash to the head. Bowens backs away and then comes at him again with another one. Cruz sways, it's a miracle he's still standing after the attacks. Bowens grabs him out of the corner and hoists him up for another Olympic slam, but Cruz counters with a neckbreaker. Both men fall to the ring in pain, though Bowens still manages to get up first. He comes at Cruz, looking to take back the momentum, but Cruz lifts him up and drops him down on his knee with an inverted atomic buster. Bowens holds himself as he backs away, the audience feeling his pain. Cruz continues with a lariat, taking him down. Bowens hurries back up, wanting to keep Cruz on his toes and keep the pace up. The pornstar whips Bowens across the ring and when Bowens rebounds back he hits him with a dropkick. He rolls Bowens on his stomach and then drops a knee on his back, before putting him in a camel clutch. Bowens yells out in agony as Cruz locks his hands under the wrestler's chin, taunting him. Bowens shakes his head refusing to submit, despite the painful moans coming out of him. Hearing Bowens like this makes Cruz hard, and once he thinks he's weakened the wrestler enough, he releases the hold, hopping up and landing on top of Bowens. Bowens rolls away, wondering how things got turned around so fast. He feels Cruz pull his head, getting him back standing again, and then the pornstar whips him into the corner. He charges at him with a bodysplash, smashing Bowens against the turnbuckles. The wrestler holds on to the ropes, not wanting to drop to his knees, wanting to show strength. Cruz stands on the middle turnbuckle and with his crotch in Bowens's face, he begins pounding at Bowens's head. Bowens fights through the blows and grabs Cruz's legs, carrying him out to the ring and dropping him down with a facebuster. Cruz hurries back up before Bowens and then jumps on the wrestler's back, wrapping his arms and legs around him. Confused at first, Bowens gets his bearings and then runs backward into the corner to shake Cruz off. As Bowens confidently walks away thinking he's got the advantage, Cruz runs from behind with a clothesline, taking him down. He grabs Bowens's legs, twisting him around so he's on his back, and then spreads them open. He taunts Bowens with a scissor gesture before dropping an elbow to his groin. Bowens winces in pain, holding himself, not at all wondering where Cruz is to defend himself. The pornstar gets behind him and slides him back for a pin, but Bowens kicks out before the three-count.
The two men stand back up at the same time, eyeing each other. Bowens charges at Cruz, but the pornstar steps away, letting him run by. Bowens springs back off the ropes, but Cruz swings his foot up and boots him in the gut. He grabs Bowens and nails a flatliner. He crawls up between Bowens's legs for the pin, but again Bowens lifts his shoulder before victory can be declared.
Cruz sits up on one knee, wondering how he's going to put Bowens away. The delay to keep his assault going helps Bowens get another few breaths, recovering. The two men lock up again, Bowens gets the advantage and shoves Cruz back into the corner. Cruz charges back out, but Bowens opens his arms and hits him with a power slam. As Cruz is slow to sit back up, he doesn't see Bowens come from behind with a Leap famouser. The wrestler goes for the pin, but Cruz shoves him off after the one-count.
Cruz hurries back up and slaps Bowens in the face, how dare he think he could put him away like that. Bowens chuckles and asks Cruz to do it again. The pornstar hesitates, but ultimately swings his hand again, but Bowens grabs his wrist, stopping him before impact. He then knees Cruz in the gut and lifts him up for a powerbomb, but as he holds him up Cruz strikes Bowens in the head. The wrestler stumbles backwards, struggling to keep Cruz up. The pornstar strikes Bowens one last time and then manages to reverse the move with a headscissors takedown. Bowens sits up, his head spinning from all the blows. Cruz thinks it's time to try a high-risk move to end things so he races to the corner and climbs up the turnbuckles. Just as Cruz stands on the turnbuckles, back to the ring, Bowens scrambles up and pushes him, causing him to fall down on the top turnbuckle. Cruz's mouth hangs open as his crotch bears the brunt of the pain. Bowens then grabs him around the neck, pulling him so he's hanging backward and hits him with a DDT. The wrestler then drags Cruz away from the corner and goes for the cover. One. Two. Three. Bowens gets the victory.

The match was incredible. Bowens can't remember feeling this high after wrestling, including when The Acclaimed won the tag team championship. He's feeling so good about everything that when he returns to the locker room after the match, Bowens immediately gives Cruz a big hug, sweat be damned.

"I don't know if you know this, but that match was something else," Bowens says.

Cruz responds by digging into Bowens's mouth with his tongue. Bowens doesn't fight it and so Cruz holds the wrestler's waist with both his arms and pulls him in even closer.

"You're something else," Cruz says, resting his palms on Bowens's ass and squeezing.

Being in the embrace and feeling Bowens's large chest pressed against him, his bulging arms holding him, gets Cruz hard. He can feel his dick growing against the tight fabric of his shorts. When he glances down to see how obvious it is he sees the tip of Bowens's dick peeking out from his waistband.

"Shall we continue the celebration?" Cruz asks, raising his eyebrows.

Bowens nods and takes Cruz's hand leading him back out to the now empty ring.

"I've always dreamed I'd wrestler for a Pride event," Bowens says. "And I've always fantasized about fucking in the ring. So why not check off both of those tonight?"

Cruz licks his lips, thrilled with Bowens's idea.

The two hunks make their way to the ring. When they meet in the middle this time they strip each other naked. Once nude, they embrace, bringing their lips together as they settle down on their knees. Cruz breaks away only to go lower, kissing down Bowens's chest to his stomach, to his cock. He plants a chaste kiss on the head of the wrestler's raging erection.

"Oh yeah..." Bowens sighs, putting his hand on Cruz's head. "Your mouth feels so fucking good..."

Licking the underside of his cock, Cruz engulfs the cock and immediately gets almost the entire thing down. He slurps it back out, looking up at Bowens as he gives it a second try, which proves to be more successful. The pornstar continues working his magic making Bowens moan. The wrestler runs his fingers through Cruz's hair, bucking his hips into Cruz's warm mouth, his words barely understandable as he moans non-stop. And then without warning Bowens hits his climax. Cruz could feel the cock swell as it begins shooting ropes of cum down his throat. After his orgasm subsides, Cruz lifts himself off his cock and opens his mouth, showing all the cum that filled it, before swallowing it all and planting another soft smooch on Bowens's tip.

"Fucking hell, you're so fucking hot," Bowens says rubbing his hand back and forth down Cruz's back.

He then rolls the pornstar onto his back with his hips in the air and eagerly starts licking and probing his asshole. Now it's Cruz's turn to moan loudly, loving having his ass he eaten out. His moans are accentuated by gasps as he feels Bowens's fingers push into him and then thrust into him repeatedly. Pumping two fingers into his warm hole, and then spreading them open like scissors, stretching Cruz nicely. As much as he seemed focused on Cruz's ass, Bowens can't take his eyes off the the pornstar's enormous dick. So he moves himself into a position where they can suck each other off. Cruz is more than happy to keep sucking on Bowens and so the both of them quickly get to work on each other, filling the room with wet gagging noises. Cruz feels extra good about himself seeing Bowens hard again despite the load he's already deposited. But then, feeling Bowens still pumping his fingers into his ass while his warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock, Cruz doesn't last very long, coming and filling the wrestler's mouth with his seed. As he comes, he moans around Bowens's cock, while the wrestler gags as his nose presses into Cruz's balls. Pulling away, Bowens moves himself between Cruz's legs and kisses him. With both their mouths tasting of each other's cum, they swap the saliva around as they makeout.

"Come on," Bowens says, crawling over to the corner.

He rests his head against the lower turnbuckle and shakes his dick for Cruz to get on. The pornstar wipes his hand across his face, eager to bottom for the wrestler. It's not something he publicly makes known, as he prefers topping, but given how hot Bowens looks and how good his dick tastes, he has no worries about revealing this side of himself to the wrestler. He squats down, holding on to the middle ropes for support, and slowly exhales as he feels Bowens inside him. And it just feels so right, feeling the athlete push his large cock into him, filling him and stretching him oh so wonderfully. How could Cruz not be grinning in absolute bliss as he rocks back to work himself loose on the thick, heavy cock seated deep in his ass.

Bowens's eyes are wide open with delight, as he lightly thrusts up into Cruz. The pornstar groans softly, like he's trying to keep Bowens from hearing it, like he doesn't want him to stop, only to continue. So Bowens does, fucking up in him, gradually building up his momentum as any sign pain wipes away from Cruz's face.

The pornstar then sits down on his knees, bouncing on the hard length that fills him up so amazingly. Riding his Bowens's cock faster, he throws his head back, while their movements make the ring tremble.

"Oh yeah, ride that shit," Bowens cheers on. "Fucking ride me man."
Cruz goes faster, gripping the ropes tighter in his fists as his dick slaps down on
Bowens's stomach each time he's fully down. This angle is deeper than when he was squatting on the cock as Cruz realizes just how sensitive his prostrate has become when the head of Bowens's cock nudges past it.
"Ahhh," a higher-pitched moan escapes his lips. "Fuckkkk..."

Bowens pushes Cruz off him and has him turn around on his hands and knees. He knows the pornstar's close and wants to get him to his climax with a bang. The pornstar's breath hitches as he feels Bowens's cock push back into him. The combination of his moans and mixing with the slapping of their thighs make a filthy noise that fills the arena. Bowens pushes his hips slowly at first, wanting to pace himself, before speeding up, but finding it so difficult because Cruz's hole is just so warm and tight, seemingly begging for him to wreck it. And after seeing the pornstar flaunt his tight fitting shorts during their match, Bowens finds the Cruz's ass not only matches, but exceeds his expectations. He shows off his satisfaction by way of strength, pounding into his supple ass. Hearing Cruz's Australian accent moan under him as he fucks him makes the wrestler unbelievably hard and so he gives him a progressively harder fucking. He fucks him with wild abandon, letting out his own moans. And then he leans over Cruz and whispers into his ear, "I'm coming."

He thrusts one more time, emptying his balls into the tight, spasming heat of Cruz's ass. Hearing Bowens's deep and guttural grunts paints a proud grin across Cruz's face as he relishes in the fact that his ass alone could make such a sexy man so fucking pleased. Bowens pulls away, feeling light headed, leaning against the ropes as he catches his breath.

Cruz crawls back towards Bowens and kisses him between breaths. As they makeout Bowens reaches for Cruz's cock, stroking it, pleased to find it still very hard. He gives the pornstar a look that says it all and Cruz nods back, not surprised that their libidos seem to be synchronized. He pushes Bowens down on his stomach, staring at the wrestler's beefy ass. He pulls the cheeks apart and spits down, watching Bowens's throbbing hole suck it up. He then licks Bowens's upper back down to his ass, his tongue sending shivers everywhere it touches, especially when it swirls around Bowens's hole. Typically a top, Bowens is used to being very active in his hook-ups, but now he's just a hole for Cruz to play with, and yet the thought only makes him harder. Cruz's firm hand pushes Bowens's head down on the ring and then climbs on top of him, his cock cradling between Bowens's ass cheeks.

"You ready?" Cruz says, prolonging the anticipation.
"Uh huh," Bowens utters out, his voice a bit shaky from his nerves.
Cruz chuckles to himself as he can feel Bowens's tension. He knows he's hung and can be intimidating, but he'll get him to relax. They all do. He spanks the ass playfully, getting Bowens to arch his back and angle his rear up. He then pushes his cock inside him, holding his breath to see how Bowens will react. The wrestler doesn't make a sound, so he pushes in deeper. Deeper. And then:

"Ahhhh, fuck yeah," Bowens says with relief.
With that go-ahead, Cruz pounds him. Steady, strong strokes, penetrating deep into Bowens. He groans at the tight heat gripping his cock becoming more ferocious as he goes. He starts off close to Bowens, hovering inches away, so he can smell the athlete, but his eyes can't stop staring down at that ass and so he slowly leans back giving himself a nice view of the plump cheeks absorbing his dick and bouncing with each penetration.

"Fuckkkkk..." Bowens expected Cruz to be rough, seeing how Cruz proved himself to be quite the power bottom, but he's surprised how much he's enjoying it. He realizes he's fine ceding control, fuck when it feels this good, he would give up control all the time. Bowens still feels a bit helpless, unable to do anything but lie there and let himself be taken, but that's what the pornstar wants. "Braxton... Oh fuck..." 

He's slightly embarrassed he's moaning so much when Braxton is fairly quiet, grunting here and there between breaths. He doesn't know how much time has passed since they started. He can't keep track of seconds let alone minutes, not when he's so overwhelmed by the dick pistoning in and out of him. And then Bowens feels Cruz pull out. He glances over his shoulder to see if he's going to come on his ass, "You can finish in me."
"Don't worry, I plan to," Cruz replies, shifting positions.
He lies on his side perpendicular to Bowens, and lifts up the wrestler's leg, slowly sliding back in. Bowens can't hold in the moan of pleasure as he's stretched again, and once again filled. At this point he can't hide anything, holding nothing back as his moans of bliss echo through the area, mixing with Cruz's rough groans as he continuously thrusts into Bowens clenching hole. Besides he knows it can't last, but looking at Cruz he knows slowing down isn't an option as pleasure and desire forces him to find the energy to keep going. Bowens reaches down to grip his dripping cock -- he never knew he could have so much cum before -- stroking roughly in time with Cruz's thrusts. It only takes a few strokes before he's arching off the ring with a cry of ecstasy as he comes again, tightening around Cruz and shaking with the intensity.
"Brax..." he groans through the aftershocks, "keep going, don't stop... keep scissoring..."
Cruz leans forward to seal their mouths together with a kiss as he comes, a primal growl rumbling through him as he buries himself inside Bowens, shaking as he falls apart.
When he's finished, Cruz flops on his back staring up at the ceiling, panting for oxygen. Bowens wraps himself around the pornstar, tangling them together and holding him.
"It doesn't get any better than this does it?" Cruz asks.
"Nope," Bowens smiles, knowing that he indeed is living the dream.

As alluring as Cruz's accent might be, if I had to pick between the two of them I'd go with the slightly beefier Bowens.