Derek Atlas vs. Bobby Roode

Atlas is a versatile porn star who comes in at 6'0 and 220 lbs. He mixes his look up sometimes sporting some fur on his chest and other times appearing smooth and sexy, either way he's a muscle stud worthy of lust. Roode is a successful wrestler in both singles and tag team (Beer Money Inc.), holding both championships at some point. He's toned up his 6'0 240 lb body in recent years and couldn't look any better.

Roode approaches the ring in his flamboyant robe, hair slicked back and his eyebrows furrowed. Atlas stands in his corner looking unimpressed, although his dick suggests otherwise, getting harder as Roode strips off his robe revealing his muscular body. The two circle around the ring a few times, trying to read their opponent. Roode finally goes in for the grapple, but Atlas kicks him in the gut. He then scoops up Roode for a quick slam. He lays on top of Roode for a pin, even though they both know it's too early for that. Roode gets back to his feet and locks up with Atlas. He connects with a neckbreaker, Atlas hitting the mat hard. Roode picks him up and whips him into the corner. Atlas hits so hard he bounces back to the middle of the ring, and Roode comes at him with a spear. Atlas falls down with Roode on top of him. He hooks the leg, going for a quick win, but Atlas is no amateur and kicks out. Both men get to their feet, Roode swings, but Atlas blocks the punch and hip tosses Roode. Roode is quick up to his feet, and again Atlas ducks his attack. This time Atlas gets Roode in a fireman's carry and connects with a jawbreaker. He climbs on top of the fallen Roode and gets him in a crossface. Roode is too close to the ropes, and breaks the hold. Atlas gets off of him and whips Roode into the turnbuckle. He charges at him with a series of punches before snap-suplexing him into the middle of the ring. Roode gets up in a daze, but Atlas slams his head into his knee. Roode lays on the mat starring up at the hulking porn star. Atlas flexes his chest and biceps, knowing that Roode is enjoying the view. He then drops a series of elbow drops on Roode. Roode rolls away to the corner, trying to pick himself up, but Atlas is relentless. He charges at the big man and hits him with a body splash. Roode stumbles forward into Atlas, who then hits a spinebuster. Roode lays sprawled out in the middle of the ring and so Atlas tries for the crossface again. Roode extends his arms out, desperately reaching for the ropes, but he's too far. He taps out and Atlas raises his arms in victory.

Roode walks into the bedroom and sees Atlas asleep, naked. He makes no noise and strips his clothes off. Atlas rouses from his sleep and sees what still feels like a dream: Roode naked at the end of his bed. Atlas climbs out of his bed and rushes his hands through Roode's hair -- he's real. It's no dream. The two men makeout, their frisky hands exploring each others bodies. Their dicks both get hard, rubbing on each other, almost like they're taunting each other with their boners. Finally Roode pulls away and spins Atlas around. Atlas instinctively bends over, aiming his muscular ass at Roode's face. Roode can't help but smile as he dives in rimming him. Atlas holds on to the nightstand for support, as Roode's scruffy facial hair tickles his anus. He sighs as Roode flicks his tongue on his hole, loosening it up for his massive cock. "Fuck me," Atlas whispers, as if Roode didn't have that intention already. Roode spits on his cock, rubs the saliva in and then stuffs his dick in Atlas. Atlas moans, surprised at the force Roode uses right off the bat. As much pain it is initially, Atlas loves being someone's boy toy and encourages the abuse. "Ugh, fuck me harder." Roode arches his back and forces his dick up in Atlas, silencing him to moans. Roode keeps going, brushing his increasingly frizzy hair out of his face. Atlas's butt cheeks smack together loudly with each progressive fuck, almost like applause for Roode's performance. Atlas tilts his head to get a view of the wrestler fucking him, flashing Roode a smile for encouragement. Roode keeps going until Atlas turns back and closes his eyes. Roode pounds the bodybuilder's ass for a good minute before he finally pulls out. Atlas is slow to stand straight, he doesn't want it to end. He turns around and Roode shoves him backward on his bed. Atlas lies on his back as Roode holds his legs apart and starts fucking him. Atlas sighs loudly, encouraging Roode to keep going, but Roode doesn't need permission and pounds Atlas harder. Atlas grabs his balls and strokes his cock, which became instantly hard the moment Roode entered him. Atlas stares up at Roode whose eyes are closed as he keeps banging away at Atlas. Suddenly he slows, and Atlas actually likes it. But then Roode presses firmly down on Atlas's thighs and fucks him in a furry of quick hard pounds. Atlas's eyes shoot wide open, it feels like Roode is trying to dig a hole all the way through him, but at the same time it's hitting his spot, making him gasp for air. Atlas chokes out a, "Yeah, right there," but Roode knows he found the spot. His machine-gun pounding comes to an end and he keeps his dick in Atlas as he leans over him. He kisses Atlas as his dick massages the spot. Atlas holds Roode down close to him as he's in heaven. Roode keeps humping the big man until he pulls out. Atlas glances down and sees Roode shoot his load at Atlas's hole, his ass still tingling from Roode's pounding. Atlas gives his own dick a few strokes before he explodes too. He cums on his slightly hairy chest. Roode slides his cock back in Atlas, causing him to squeal in delight. Roode leans forward and sucks the cum off of Atlas's pecs as he gently rocks in and out of him. Finally Roode pulls his cum drenched cock out of Atlas and lays on top of him. Atlas taps him on the ass, "Good job, man. Good job." Roode knows. 

If I were to choose between these two beefcakes, I'd go with Atlas.