In honor of the July 4th holiday here's the fourth special match and fuck-fest.
Foland, Rose and Sans are three of the hottest versatile porn stars these days and have a combined weight of 558 lbs. 3MB is the sexiest, homoerotic three-some in wrestling, who were sadly disbanded after Mahal and McIntyre were released. The sexy trio has a combined weight of 709 lbs of muscle.
3MB enters the ring, excited for some action. Their opponents, Rose, Sans and Foland wait in the corner, deciding who'll face off. McIntyre tells Mahal and Slater to take a step back, he wants to start things off. Rose thinks he should face the tall man and the two square off. McIntyre and Rose lock up, McIntyre pushes Rose back into the ropes and chops him across the chest. He follows up with another chop across the chest, leaving another red mark on the porn star. He grabs Rose's head and hits a quick snap suplex. Rose is dazed and too slow to move as McIntyre hits a knee drop. He picks up the lean stud and throws him into the corner where he tags in Mahal. Mahal licks his lips ready to "play" with Rose. He hits a few knees up into Rose's gut and then a fist across his head. He whips Rose across to the opposite corner and connects with a spear. He rams Rose hard back into the turnbuckles, causing him to slump down. He grabs Rose's head and stuffs it into his crotch until the ref breaks up the illegal move. Mahal struts over and tags in Slater. Slater runs at the fallen Rose with his boot ready to kick him in the face, but Rose pulls on the ropes and ducks, so Slater eats turnbuckle. Rose crawls up under him and pushes him down for a pin, but gets a one count. Slater is still up on his feet faster than Rose and picks him up. He tries to slap him, but Rose blocks it and counters with a punch. Slater staggers back as Rose continues punching at him. Then Rose runs back into the ropes and hits a drop kick. Slater falls on his back and Rose dives to his corner, tagging in Sans. Sans goes for a leg drop, but Slater rolls out of the way. He gets to his feet and hammers down on Slater's back with his fists. Slater takes the hits as he stands to his feet, then grabs Sans' head and headbutts him. Sans stumbles back and Slater scoops him up and slams him down. He connects with an elbow drop and tags Mahal back in. Mahal and Slater double team the little porn star, whipping him into the ropes and hitting a double clothesline. Sans flips 360 before landing flat on his stomach. Mahal lays on top of him for the pin, but Sans punches out after two. Mahal picks him up and throws him across the ring, Sans bounces back off the ropes and hits a hurricanrana, slamming Mahal down to the mat. He rushes over and tags in Foland, who springboards over the ropes with a legdrop. Mahal gets crushed by the Foland's thick thigh and flops in the ring. Foland wraps his biceps around his head for a sleeper hold. He tightens his grip shaking Mahal's head trying to put him out. But Mahal fights through it, getting to his feet and elbowing Foland to break the hold. Foland throws Mahal into the ropes and hits a shoulder block. Mahal falls to his back and Foland tags in Rose who leaps off the top rope with a 360 splash. He goes for the pin but Mahal throws him off his body after two. Mahal reaches out to tag in either of his 3MB members, but Rose gets behind him and puts him in a headlock, pulling him back to the center of the ring. Slater can't take it anymore and runs in kicking Rose off him. The ref shoves Slater back out, while Rose tosses Mahal back in his corner where Foland and Sans rain a series of fists on the helpless wrestler. Mahal slumps to the corner and Rose comes running at him hitting a bronco buster. Mahal lays face first on the mat out of it, Rose goes for the cover feeling like it's a victory, but again Slater comes in and kicks him off his partner. Rose takes his time to get back to Mahal, but Mahal charges at him, pushing him back in the 3MB corner. McIntyre tags himself in and punches Rose and even hitting an uppercut that sends him stumbling across the ring. McIntyre tosses his hair back and whips Rose into the ropes, hitting a spinning spinebuster on him. He goes for the pin, but Rose kicks out after two. Sans and Foland exchange worried looks as Slater tags in. He holds Rose in a wrist lock, but Rose rolls forward reversing it. He pulls Slater back to their corner and Foland tags in punching Slater's arm. He whips Slater into the ropes, Slater charges back, ducking a clothesline and springs back with a splash, landing on top of Foland. Foland punches out after two. Slater picks him back up and hits a neckbreaker, sending him back down on the mat as McIntyre tags back in. McIntyre goes for an easy elbow drop, but Foland rolls out of the way and tags in Sans. Sans runs in, but McIntyre leap frogs over him, Sans bounces back and it looks like McIntyre has him for a spinebuster, but again Sans hits a hurricanrana and sends McIntyre across the ring. Sans tags in Foland and the two double team McIntyre with Foland hitting a powerbomb and Sans hitting a diving leg drop. Foland goes for the cover but Mahal and Slater rush in. All six men go at it, punching at each other. Sans dropkicks Slater sending him out of the ring. Foland spears Mahal, also sending him out. Sans then springs off the ropes and lands on top of the two wrestlers. Meanwhile, Rose picks up McIntyre and hits a backbreaker hold while Foland leaps off the top rope with a diving leg drop. McIntyre flops on the mat out of it. Foland rolls him on his back and gets the three-count victory, stunning the pros with yet another loss.
3MB enters the locker room, it'd be the last time they do this together. "At least we had our time together..." Slater says. "Indeed we did." Mahal agrees, kissing him. "We'll always have each other..." McIntyre says kissing Slater then Mahal. The three put their heads together and kiss their lips in a three-way. Mahal's hand reaches below Slater's belt, feeling his crotch, while McIntyre's hand slides in Mahal's trunks, squeezing that forever bubbly butt. Slater bends down slightly and starts sucking on McIntyre's pecs, licking the sweat off them. As the threesome gets hotter and hornier soon they each start taking off their belts and pants, standing naked in the locker room, moaning and sighing as they pleasure each other. Mahal squeezes both Slater's and McIntyre's dicks in his mouth, or at least the best he can. He practically chokes and then goes from sucking one to sucking the other, as the red head and Scot makeout. Mahal strokes one dick as he inhales the other, so Slater's pubes hit his lips. He glides the cock back out and does the same to McIntyre. Only McIntyre holds Mahal's head at the end and gyrates his cock in his mouth. Mahal slurps the dick back out and comes back up to make out with Slater. McIntyre licks the head of Mahal's cock, teasing him before swallowing the whole thing. Slater pulls away from Mahal's intense kisses and bends down to his ass. He nuzzles his face in, his facial hair tickling Mahal's cheeks as he licks up and down his crack. Mahal sighs, holding McIntyre's head on his cock and Slater's on his ass, loving the double treatment. It doesn't take long for Slater to loosen up Mahal's hole, sticking three fingers in, gently fucking him. Mahal moan's are punctuated with his whole body twitching in excitement. McIntyre spits on Mahal's cock and strokes it. "You ready?" Mahal nods. McIntyre lays on the bench on his back and spreads his legs open as Mahal lines his dick up. Slater stands right behind Mahal, poking his dick through Mahal's cheeks. "Ahhh..." McIntyre grunts as Mahal's dick enters him halfway. His ass already feels full but Mahal gently rocks back and forth, letting his dick go deeper. Slater's dick glides into Mahal no problem, and soon Mahal is thrusting back and forth, letting the action begin. Slater holds on to his shoulders to keep him aligned while McIntyre has one hand on Mahal's stomach, petting him. "Yeah, fuck me..." McIntyre barks. Mahal ruba down McIntyre's legs as he fucks faster. Slater meanwhile begins to thrust with Mahal's motion, giving him a harder pounding than before. The skin flapping together echoes backstage through the locker room, muffling the men's sighs and moans.
Foland, Sans and Rose walk backstage excited for their first shoot together. They were already putting their hands on each others asses, squishing them as they looked to find the set. Then they hear what sounds like a butt cheeks being smacked. They get closer and hear moans and sighs. Were they starting without them? Or was there another scene that was still being shot? They enter the locker room and discover 3MB naked -- Mahal sitting on the floor against the locker with McIntyre riding his cock and Slater riding McIntyre's dick. The porn stars exchange quick glances with each other, not wanting to take their eyes off the sight in front of them. Slater bounces high off McIntyre, landing with a loud smack, pushing McIntyre back down on Mahal's dick. McIntyre rubs his hand across Slater's chest, squeezing his pecs. Mahal helps balance McIntyre, holding his shoulders, massaging them gently as McIntyre grinds on his dick. Slater shakes his hair out of his face and opens his eyes and sees their audience. "Guys..." Slater says. "Ah yeah, keep riding me," McIntyre moans. "No, guys, look." Mahal pokes his head out from behind McIntyre and sees the porn stars. Mahal opens his eyes and sees them too. Slater gets off McIntyre, and lends him a hand to get to his feet. "We were uh..." Rose cuts him off, "You don't have to stop on the account of us." Sans approaches McIntyre, "Unless you want us to join in the fun..." Rose stands right up to Mahal, breathing softly on his neck, "What do you say?" Mahal grabs the porn star and gives him one long passionate kiss. McIntyre and Sans grab each other kissing, McIntyre squeezing Sans's bubbly ass ready to get a piece of it. Slater forgoes kissing Foland and instead licks his tongue down his chest, his washboard abs, to his crotch and then up his shaft and ending on his head. Foland's whole body trembles as Slater starts sucking his cock. The pairs lined up next to each other along the lockers all begin exchanging blowjobs. Slater sucking Foland's cock, spinning his head as he reaches the end of his shaft; Rose deep throating Mahal's cock like it's nothing; and McIntyre thrusting his cock deep down Sans's throat, surprised it's not chocking him. Then it's Sans who takes things further, sitting on floor on his back with his legs in the air, spread apart so McIntyre can see his hole. McIntyre spits down and rubs the saliva in with his thumb. He squats down, drilling his cock into Sans. Sans moans as McIntyre bops up and down fucking his tight hole. McIntyre's hair brushes in front of his face, but Sans can still see his big smile as he drills faster and faster. Rose bends over on a bench and waves his ass for Mahal to fuck. Mahal first spreads the cheeks and licks the hole with quick flicks of his tongue. He sees Ryan's hole pulsate, ready to be entered. He stuffs his face in and gives it a good shake before feeling Foland spread his cheeks open. Foland licks Mahal's hole up and down with long, strokes, grazing the skin. Mahal's ass quivers with excitement as Foland fucks his tongue in and out of him. Slater gets behind Foland and starts rimming him, completing the train. McIntyre holds his dick down in Sans and gyrates in a circle, holding his hands behind his head making it look like a lap dance. Sans's eyes roll to the back of his head as he whimpers with a high-pitch. McIntyre nods and then continues to drill in the porn star. The other men poke their heads out of each others asses and line up their cocks. Mahal slides his dick in Rose, holding it so as to not hurt him. He leans on top of the porn stars back and gives him a kiss, as Foland's cock slides into his ass. Slater wraps his arms around Foland, holding on to his chest as he stuffs his cock in his round ass. Foland moans, and tilts his head to give Slater a kiss. And then Mahal starts fucking Rose, his ass bouncing back letting Foland's dick go deeper in him. Slater begins to gyrate in Foland and the fucking begins. Foland can barely stand with Mahal's ass smashing into his dick, and so leans forward on top of the wrestler. Slater leans on top of him, holding the four men down on each other. Rose thrusts his ass back as Mahal enters him, feeling his head hit his prostate. "Oh god, yeah..." he moans. McIntyre then stuffs his dick in Sans, holding it as he picks up the little porn star and holds him curled up in the air. He presses Sans against the locker, floating between him and the locker, as he he fucks hard up into his ass. He feels Sans's cheeks smash together and bounce with each penetration. Sans's eyes are closed taking it all in. McIntyre leans in and gives him a kiss, silencing his continuous moan. Meanwhile the chain of fucking continues, the men's sweat mixing together on their bodies as they kiss each other's shoulders, necks, and backs. Slater pulls his dick out of Foland first -- is he going to cum already? No. He taps Foland on the shoulder and he pulls out of Mahal. The two line up their cocks and squeeze them into Mahal. Suddenly he stops his thrusting, yelling louder than everyone else. He wiggles his ass on their cocks, but it still hurts. So Foland and Slater lay on the floor with their dicks next to each other and Mahal squats down on them. "Oh, yeah..." He sighs, letting the two dicks enter him. Comfortable, he bops up and down on them. Foland and Slater hold hands, keeping their bodies aligned as the big wrestler squats all the way down on their dicks and sits back up. Rose stands facing Mahal, thrusting his dick in the wrestler's mouth. Mahal sucks down on it with no hands as Rose watches his fucking with envy. McIntyre and Sans even take notice of the double penetration. McIntyre sets Sans down and waves Rose over. Rose lays on the bench facing the ceiling and McIntyre stands over him, sitting down on his dick. Sans stands behind McIntyre, combing his hair back before sliding his cock against Rose's into McIntyre. The two dicks go in sync, fucking deep in McIntyre who roars out in pleasure. McIntyre rocks back and forth on the dicks, letting the porn stars enter him all the way. Sans begins fucking faster, rubbing his cock along Rose's giving him a weird feeling of almost like getting a handjob while fucking McIntyre. Rose cups McIntyre's ass, spreading the cheeks as Sans leans in over McIntyre's back and humps him. Mahal meanwhile has stopped riding the cocks, instead Slater lays on a bench on his back with Mahal fucking him and Foland facing Mahal while riding Slater's cock. Mahal and Foland share kisses as they tear into Slater. Foland rides the dick hard, pushing it far up in him, while Mahal fucks with ferocity. Slater's hair drips with sweat as he takes all the punishment, loving every moment of it. Foland reclines back, laying on top and spreads his legs so Mahal can enter him. Mahal takes turns fucking Foland then fucking Slater, back up to Foland. The men grunt with each penetration, feeling more connected by their sharing. Next to them, the threesome breaks apart. Rose sits on the bench next to Sans and McIntyre climbs on Roses's lap. He makesout with the porn stud as Rose slips his cock up into him. His ass clenches once Rose is in, and then he slowly bounces up and down on his lap. Slater sees Sans alone and breaks up his threesome for some of his dick. He sits on Sans's lap, facing him like McIntyre and Rose, and begins riding his dick. He flips his hair back, holding his arm around Sans's neck, having never been so horny to be fucked. That leaves Mahal and Foland. Foland joins his fellow porn stars on the bench and Mahal takes a deep breath before plunging down on the dick. He sighs with contentment, as Foland thrusts up in him gently knowing exactly where to hit. The members of 3MB exchange happy looks -- they always said they wanted their last time together to be special. They each ride the cock faster and faster as they one-by-one jerk their loads. First comes Mahal, whose load shoots down Foland's neck and chest, all while Foland keeps fucking him. Slater cums next, shooting his load in Sans's face. Sans bends his head down and sucks the cum right off Slater's head. And lastly, McIntyre grumbles with excitement as he cums on Rose's chest and abs. He grips Rose's shoulder as he squeezes more and more cum out of him. The three wrestlers all hop off their partners and collapse on the floor. They lay on their backs, catching their breaths as the porn stars stand over them, one-by-one jerking off. Rose and Sans cum together, shooting their loads down on the three wrestlers. Rose whimpers squirting the last drop out of his dick, while Sans's load just keeps going and going. And then Foland holds on to Sans's shoulder as he cums, spraying his load on all three wrestlers. The three porn stars sigh together and lay down on top of the wrestlers, satisfied with putting in another day's work.
As great as the chemistry 3MB would probably bring to an orgy, I'd pick the three pornstars over them if I were forced to choose.
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