DeAngelo Jackson vs. Powerhouse Hobbs

Jackson is the 5'10, 195 lb porn superstar who has been in the business for over 15 years. The hunk mostly uses his 7.5" dick to top in scenes, but has shown his ass gets put to good use as well by bottoming a handful of times. Hobbs is the massive 6'1, 270 lb AEW wrestler known for his "powerhouse" style of wrestling. He is a former AEW TNT champion, having lost the title to Wardlow earlier this year.

Jackson feels like a twink standing in the ring opposite Hobbs. The beefy wrestler seems more than three inches taller than in him the way he stands tall with all that muscle. Jackson doesn't know what he's gotten himself into signing up for this wrestling match, only knowing that his previous experiences wrestling have ended satisfactory. But Hobbs has an intense look in his eyes, which makes him have his doubts that there's more to their meet-up beyond the match.
The bell rings and Hobbs comes running at Jackson, clobbering him into the corner. He then grabs the pornstar's wrist and whips him across the ring to the opposite corner when he comes at him with a corner body avalanche, smashing their bodies together. The intense start leaves Jackson regretting his decision, but fortunately he's spared briefly as Hobbs steps back. But it's a misdirect as Hobbs then hits an elbow to Jackson's head, followed by another and another. The pornstar slumps down in the corner, in a complete daze. 
"Get your ass up," Hobbs taunts, grabbing Jackson's head to help him with that.
He lifts the pornstar up and sets him on his shoulder, taking his time to position them in the center of the ring. But Jackson manages to slip free, falling behind the wrestler. He jumps up and grabs Hobbs's head, connecting with a neckbreaker. Hobbs scrambles back up and Jackson nails him with a dropkick, sending the bigger man stumbling back to the ropes. Hobbs looks at Jackson and sneers, wondering where Jackson's second wind came from. He charges back at him with the intention of making Jackson regret fighting back, but Jackson dodges out of the way. Hobbs rebounds back faster than expected and knocks him down with a shoulder block. Jackson stays down, until Hobbs picks him back up and lifts him up in a bearhug. He locks his hands around Jackson's lower back, squeezing his body tight. Jackson can feel the sweat on Hobbs's body and wouldn't mind this embrace if it weren't so painful. He wraps his legs around Hobbs's body, trying to shake himself free, but the wrestler's grip is tight. Jackson punches Hobbs in the head, and again, feeling the wrestler loosen his hold. A third punch has Hobbs drop him, allowing Jackson to escape to the corner. Hobbs shakes his head and comes charging into the corner like a bull, but Jackson slides out in time. Hobbs tries to shake it off and turns around to grab at Jackson. the pornstar ducks his reach and then lifts him up for an atomic drop.
"AHHHH!" Hobbs eyes widen as he yells out like a real atom bomb was dropped.
He holds himself, his mouth hanging open, defenseless. Jackson runs to the ropes and springboards off of them knocking Hobbs down with a crossbody. He stays on top of the wrestler for the pin: One, two, thr-- Hobbs punches out way too close to the three-count.
Both men hurry to their feet. Hobbs seems angry that Jackson made him yell out like that before and lunges at the pornstar. Jackson ducks under his arms and gets behind him, getting Hobbs in a waistlock. The wrestler presses Jackson's hands down, rubbing them against his crotch as he shows off his strength and pries them open. He then turns and elbows Jackson in the head. He raises his arm to strike again but Jackson hits him with a step up enziguiri. Hobbs wobbles, but manages to stay standing. He comes at Jackson with another swing, Jackson somersaults under it and then does a backflip to get Hobbs in a headscissors, flipping the big man down. Hobbs lands on his ass and moans out loud in pain. He doesn't move, allowing Jackson to come and knee him in the back. Jackson goes for the cover, but Hobbs throws him off after a one-count.
Still Hobbs remains seated in the ring, hesitant to stand back up. Jackson grabs his arms and pulls them back as he drills his knee into Hobbs's back. The wrestler grunts, shaking his head, trying to get Jackson off of him. Still Jackson presses his knee in deeper, forcing Hobbs to find the strength and stand up and turn around, getting Jackson to let go of him. He then clothesline Jackson, wiping away any advantage Jackson had. He picks the pornstar up by his singlet straps and lifts him up for a release falcon arrow. Jackson lands hard on the ring, holding his stomach as Hobbs crawls over and goes for the pin. One. Two-- Jackson punches his shoulder up to stop the count.
The two men stand up at the same time, their skin sweaty and glistening. Jackson lunges at Hobbs, but the wrestler ducks, scooping him up and getting him with a powerslam. He then jumps up for a senton, but Jackson rolls away and Hobbs lands on his ass. Again he moans out loudly, and stays seated. Jackson takes advantage of the opening and runs at him with a knee to the head. Hobbs flops on his back, not moving. Jackson hurries to the corner and climbs to the top. He looks at Hobbs, motionless on the ring, and then leaps up with a moonsault, landing on top of him. He stays on him for the pin: One, two, three.
Jackson stands up looking confused. He won? He won! He looks at Hobbs who doesn't look back at him, and instead rolls out of the ring as quickly as possible. 

Jackson doesn't know what happened, but he does know he wasn't supposed to win their match. Jackson approaches Hobbs in the locker room, trying to see if he's hurt, which is the only reason he can think of that explains how he pinned him. Hobbs sits on the bench with his head hanging low, it doesn't look like he's injured. 

"Hey," Jackson utters.

Hobbs looks up at him, he has an uncomfortable look on his face.

"I'm sorry about the match. I don't know what happened in the ring, if I injured you or what, but I didn't mean to--"

"It's not your fault," Hobbs says standing up. "It's my damn fault."

"Oh..."

Hobbs slides off the straps to his singlet, "I was preparing for you, but I forgot about this and..." The wrestler slides the back of his singlet down past his ass. His hand reaches behind and he closes his eyes, clenching his teeth. "Ahhhhh..."

Hobbs holds up a butt plug, "...I left it in during our match."

Jackson takes the butt plug in his hand, admiring how big it is. "You were preparing for me with this?"

"Yeah..." Hobbs blushes, embarrassed to look at Jackson in the eyes.
"I woulda thought you were a top..."

"I am," Hobbs clarifies as he pulls Jackson toward him, his hands cupping the pornstar's ass. "Not to be presumptuous, but if I'm going to hook up with you, I'm going to want all of you."
Jackson smiles, he's not sure he's ever been so flattered. Hobbs tilts his head down and goes in for a kiss, pressing his lips softly against Jackson's. Jackson brings a hand up to the back of his head and deepens it instantly, sliding his tongue into Hobbs's mouth. The wrestler has never gotten so worked up so quickly in his entire life, his warm erection pressing into Jackson's hip, urging him on. Eventually Hobbs pulls away, worrying that he'd come just from making out with Jackson.
Before Jackson can ask where they'll sneak off to, Hobbs scoops him up and whisks him out of the locker room. It's a blur, but the next thing Jackson knows he's back in the ring with Hobbs. The wrestler sets him down and then slides off the rest of his singlet, revealing his aching boner. Jackson lights up and takes off his singlet as well, not even looking back as he tosses it in the corner. 
"So you wanted a rematch?" Jackson asks, wrapping his arms around Hobbs's neck before he lightly kisses him again.
"The match I've dreamed of," Hobbs replies with a grin.
They kiss again. The more Hobbs feels Jackson's lips the more he wants to feel them wrapped around his cock. Eventually the wrestler pulls away and lies down in the ring, stroking his dick with one hand and waving his other for Jackson to suck it.
The wrestler crawls up between Hobbs's massive legs, eyes focused on the hard dick in front of him. The head is glistening with pre-cum, which Jackson laps up first. He then sucks his mouth around the head, squeezing it, resulting in Hobbs jerking his hips.
"You like that?" Jackson chuckles to himself before diving down and taking more of Hobbs's dick.
Hobbs's hips rock slightly but not too much as Jackson sucks him off. The wrestler rests his head in his hands, admiring how much of a natural Jackson is. Of course, the pornstar has quite the experience doing this, hell Hobbs has seen all of his videos. He only regrets not having his phone to make a movie of this to watch later. But looking at Jackson, seeing his eyes closed, his cheeks hollowed out as he works himself up and down as much of his cock as he could fit in his mouth and throat, Hobbs thinks maybe it's better that he's not filming this, he can live in the moment. Hobbs then grips Jackson's head, guiding him without really forcing a pace on him.
"Yeah, mmm... you like that cock don't you?"
Jackson opens his eyes and nods at Hobbs. The wrestler feels a coil in his belly, and imagines if he snapped his hips up one last time how it would get his dick all the way down Jackson's throat and make him come. He pictures Jackson being the professional that he is, swallowing his load without gagging. Yes, that would be hot, but he rather come inside of Jackson's ass, bury his seed in him.
"Think it's greased up enough for you to ride?" Hobbs asks, focusing on what is really going on.
Jackson slips the dick out of his mouth, letting a drop of saliva dangle from his lips. He crawls forward on to Hobbs's lap until he feels Hobbs's wet dick rubbing up against his ass. "As good as it felt in your mouth, it's going feel even better up your ass," Hobbs promises.
Jackson smiles, enjoying hearing Hobbs talk dirty with such confidence. So many times he's been with guys who were timid or intimidated by him, knowing Jackson has had so much dick and ass before. He sits up straight and presses his hands on Hobbs's chest. He then lifts himself up and with one hand aims Hobbs's dick for his hole, getting it in. He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding, and looks down at Hobbs.
"How's that feel D?"
"Fucking good, man," Jackson replies.
"You better hold on, because I ain't even started yet."
Hobbs slaps his hands on Jackson's cheeks and gives them a jiggle before sliding them over on to his thighs. Jackson presses down on Hobbs's chest as he's lifted up and down on Hobbs's thick cock, sighing at the fullness. Hobbs holds tight on his hips, watching his whole body shiver and flush.
"Did you need more preparation for this?" Hobbs says, eying the butt plug.
Jackson shakes his head, trying not to laugh at the smart-ass comment. He arches his back, taking him even deeper. Hobbs sets on a rough rhythm, snapping his hips and making Jackson jump on his dick. The pornstar's own cock bobbing on his stomach, smearing precum on it. Jackson starts moving as well, sighing quietly to himself, letting Hobbs's grunts and groans fill the arena. Hobbs can feel Jackson twitch around him, squeezing his cock tighter with every push. He tries going faster, but his thrusts lose their tempo. So he lets Jackson take over, rocking back and forth rapidly on his dick, knowing where to aim.
"Ahhh fuck yeah," Jackson moans out.

Hobbs has to admit, nothing from all of Jackson's videos compares to seeing him from this angle, impaled on his dick with a face full of satisfaction. Hobbs reaches up and pulls Jackson down on to his chest, then thrusts up hard into his ass giving it a rough pounding. Still Jackson takes it all like a quiet champ.

Hobbs lets go of the pornstar and Jackson rolls off of him, lying next to him on his back, staring at the arena ceiling. He hears Hobbs move and then the next thing he knows Hobbs's lips are around his cock, sucking it in his mouth.
"Oh shit," Jackson twitches, sitting up on his elbows.
Hobbs gazes at him as he flicks his tongue down Jackson's shaft and then back up to the head. He inhales the cock with ease, making Jackson wonder if the wrestler had been practicing that move on bananas all week. Hobbs keeps going, deep throating the pornstar without a gag, which only confirms Jackson's suspicions about the banana. Even if it's not true, he admires Hobbs's oral skills, gently combing his fingers through the wrestler's hairs trying not to distract him. If anything it spurs him on, as Hobbs speeds up his pace, bobbing faster, letting tears form in his eyes. Jackson can't tell if Hobbs actually wants him to come, which he could very well do. He taps him on the shoulders, getting him to look back at him. Hobbs reads his mind and pulls back away, spitting the dick out.
"You ready for all of me?" Jackson asks.
Hobbs nods, "Never thought you'd ask."
It takes Hobbs a moment to realizes he's trembling as he gets into position. It's not that he's nervous, just the excitement of being fucked by Jackson, the moment he's been preparing for. He spreads his legs, arches his back, feeling his cock bobbing hard and aching between his legs. He sits on his arms, looking at the ropes wondering if he should hold on to them, and opts to wait for his shaking to stop.
Jackson puts his hand on the small of Hobbs's back, equally excited to fuck the big man. He then grips Hobbs's hips in his hands, his cock lined up against his hole and then pushes into him. Hobbs's eyes widen and he moans out so loud it's as if Jackson had snapped his hips forward and buried himself completely in one brutal thrust. Jackson instead goes slow, knowing that even though Hobbs stretched himself out in preparation that he's still very tight. But it doesn't take long for him to loosen up and soon Jackson is thrusting at a steady pace.
"Fuck yeah, give me that dick," Hobbs smiles, relieved that all his prep has eased the pain. As Jackson begins to fuck him harder with deep thrusts, Hobbs reaches over and grips the rope in his hands, howling with pleasure.
But all Jackson hears is the steady smack of their skin colliding, the clapping of Hobbs's cheeks, the sound of his dick squishing through the hole. He's completely in tune with what their bodies are doing, not Hobbs's reaction. But after another deep thrust, Hobbs's moan is loud enough to break his trance. Jackson soon hunches over him, his thrusts continuing to be deep, short, almost brutal as he fucks Hobbs like he's a twink. Giving him what he's fantasized about, confident with his every move.
Hobbs's cock and balls ache, seemingly throbbing with each movement of Jackson's hips. As much as he's prepared and thought about Jackson's dick, nothing could have prepared him for just how incredible it feels pulsing back and forth in him, nailing his prostate.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Hobbs repeats, breathlessly.
"This what you wanted?"
"Yes, don't stop, don't stop," Hobbs pants.
Jackson puts his hands on Hobbs's shoulders and drills into him all the way before pulling all the way out and doing it again. Letting him feel every inch.
"Ahhhhh..." Hobbs sobs, shaking the rope, and in turn the ring.
Jackson goes a bit longer, testing Hobbs's resistance before pulling out and giving the wrestler a break.
"Holy shit," Hobbs says turning back around, still trying to catch his breath.
Jackson shrugs his shoulders modestly, which only makes him look sexier. Hobbs crawls on his knees over to him and gets him in another brace, kissing him passionately. He holds their bodies together, not wanting any space between them. His hands gradually slide down Jackson's back to his ass. The soft, perfectly round, ass.
Seemingly reading his mind, Jackson pulls away and gets on his hands and knees, putting his ass out as an offer for the wrestler. As tired and breathless as Hobbs was a moment ago, seeing Jackson in this position gives him a second wind. Hobbs wastes no time and buries his face between his cheeks and starts tonguing his hole. Those big, broad hands hold Jackson open as the wrestler sucks and licks at him making Jackson keen and moan. Jackson's ass has been worshipped by every guy lucky enough to top him, but having Hobbs stiffen his tongue and plunge it into him feels unlike anything else before. The way that the wrestler's facial hair brushes against his skin sends shivers down Jackson's back. Even though Hobbs can't get deep like fingers or toys or a cock, he sure as fuck knows how to work what he can into him and fucks him as well as he can.
"Ready for the real thing?" Hobbs asks.
"Yes, Daddy," Jackson says glancing back.
Hearing the older man call him Daddy turns Hobbs on even more. He crawls on top of Jackson so his body is draped over the pornstar's slender one, covering him completely. Jackson lies flat on the ring, feeling Hobbs's muscles twitching in his broad chest and abs, and his rock hard cock rub up against his ass. Next thing he knows he feels Hobbs's cockhead spreading that furl of muscle wide. Jackson adores that tightness, that tug, before that feeling of fullness. A shallow thrust opens him wider, another harder thrust and it hits his prostate dead on.
"Fuckkkk..." Jackson can't contain his thoughts to whispers.
Hobbs thrusts again, getting a whimper out of Jackson.
"Keep going," Jackson begs.
Hobbs doesn't let any of the noises Jackson makes affect his pace as he pounds into the pornstar. If Jackson didn't realize why Hobbs was called a Powerhouse before, he sure as hell does now.
"Fuck, fuck, yeah," Jackson whimpers.
Hearing all these noises from Jackson only makes Hobbs want to see his face when he's making them. So Hobbs climbs off of him and flips the pornstar on to his back and has Jackson pull his legs up to his shoulders. He slides his dick back in him and continues fucking him, although at a more passionate, softer pace. Jackson can't tell if Hobbs is getting tired or what, but the gentler fucking does nothing to contain Jackson's cries, as he presses his hands on Hobbs's back, wanting to keep him close. The way Hobbs moves and holds him, kissing him softly, it becomes clear that the big man can be quite the passionate romantic. The wrestler sure is full of surprises, Jackson thinks just before Hobbs nails his prostate again. Jackson is so overstimulated by Hobbs he doesn't even notice that Hobbs is getting close himself. A few more thrusts and Jackson is gripping his cock as it explodes with white cum dripping on to his stomach. The pornstar's mouth hangs open, his eyes clenched shut, a look on his face doesn't match anything Hobbs has seen in Jackson's videos. With another gentle thrust Hobbs comes deep into Jackson with a groan of his name. Jackson opens his eyes pulls him for another kiss, nipping at his lips before sliding his tongue in Hobbs's mouth. Hobbs pulls back to catch a breath, holding onto Jackson's hips as he slowly slides out of him. Jackson moans at the feeling and his eyes roll back into his head. Hobbs looks at the pornstar's abused gaping hole where his seed drips down his balls. He can't resist the urge to lick it up. So, he leans down and does just that. From the tip of Jackson's cock till he reaches his hole to lick into him without mercy. Pulling his cheeks apart he feasts on him as if he hasn't eaten anything before. Jackson jerks slightly, but Hobbs hands hold him down as he laps up his seed. When he's finished Hobbs crawls next to Jackson, spooning the pornstar. Jackson cuddles up close to him, completely forgetting that they're in a ring and not a bed. 
"I guess you won that match" Jackson says. "All that preparation paid off."
"Shit, nothing could have prepared me for how incredible you are," Hobbs says squeezing Jackson tight, meaning every word.

Jackson nods, "You know, since we're tied, we're going to have to have a rematch and see who wins."
Hobbs considers this and says, "Deal, but how about you have to win by two?"
"I have a feeling you don't want this to end," Jackson says.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No, not at all." Jackson tilts his head back and kisses Hobbs again, knowing that it certainly won't be the last time.

Between these two hunks, I'd pick the pornstar Jackson who always gets me hard, especially when he grows his hair out.