A.J. Irons vs. AJ Styles

Irons is a versatile porn hotty with the laid back California personality. His charming demeanor is a pleasant surprise for someone who is 5'6" and 150 lbs of pure sex appeal. Styles is the popular TNA wrestler who comes in at 5'10 and 215 lbs.

Styles waits in the ring for Irons to come to the ring. Irons knows he has to make a move fast, so he runs into the ring and leaps at Styles with a forearm. He pounds him again, climbing on the wrestler's back as he swings his fists. Styles flips Irons off him but Irons rolls up to his feet and drops a fresh dropkick to his face. Styles gets on his knees and Irons keeps coming at him with kicks, trapping him in the ropes. Irons whips him across the ring, he bounces back and Irons leaps at him hitting a hurricanrana, sending him down. Styles crawls to the ropes to catch his breath, hanging on the middle rope. Irons runs at the ropes and hits a 619, that sends Styles on his back in the middle of the ring. Irons leaps off the ropes for a diving seated senton and connects. He hooks Styles's leg but somehow Styles punches out after two. Irons is worried that his surprise assault wasn't enough, but picks Styles back up and whips him into the turnbuckles. He comes at him for a bronco buster, but Styles crawls out of the way. Irons screams in pain and Styles is back on his feet. He grabs the porn star and hits a spine breaker, and backbreaker followed by a spinebuster. He holds Irons down for the pin, but he kicks out after two. Styles picks him up by the hair and stuffs his head between his legs and lifts the pornstar high up for a mighty power bomb. He holds him down for the pin, but Irons kicks out after two. Styles can't believe it. He picks Irons up and punches him a few times then hits a belly to back suplex. Irons rubs his back after the painful landing as Styles goes to the top ropes. Irons races over and punches him, making Styles land on the turnbuckles. Irons climbs to the middle turnbuckle and punches Styles. He gets to the top turnbuckle and attempts to frankensteiner him, but Styles blocks it. Irons flips over and lands on his feet and comes back at Styles with a roundhouse kick to the head. Styles wobbles on the top turnbuckle as Irons climbs back up for another attempt. He slings Styles's arm over his shoulder, but Styles punches him. He headbutts him and Irons falls on his back, Styles then leaps off the turnbuckle with a shooting star press. He lands on Irons hard and could get the victory with the pin, but he's not finished with him. Not after how Irons embarrassed him at the start. Styles picks him up and whips Irons into the ropes, Irons leaps at him for another hurricanrana but Styles blocks it and turns it into his Styles Clash, slamming the pornstar down hard. He hooks the leg for good measure and gets the three-count victory.

Irons could feel the sweat drip down his back as he works in the garden. He sets down his leaf blower and takes off his shirt, it's too damn hot. He picks up the bower and continues scattering the leaves out of the lawn. He could sense the homeowner, Styles, was watching him. And sure enough, as Irons turns around: there he is, scruffy face, in a white bath robe, sipping on coffee. But he was standing much closer and the leaf blower caught his robe, sending the bottom blowing up and revealing that Styles was wearing nothing underneath. Irons's eyes widen catching sight of Styles's dick. Irons continues on, nervous that the accidental peepshow is going to cost him his job. And then he feels water, a spray hitting his butt. He turns around and see Styles holding the hose, cracking a smile. Irons doesn't know what to do. He could easily slide his shorts off and work in his underwear, or he could keep them on and let the sun dry his shorts. But then Styles sprays him again, in the chest and down his abs to his crotch. Irons looks at Styles, a big grin on his face. Was he flirting with him? He had children! Styles drops his shorts, revealing his underwear and the bulge contained. Styles nods pleased. Irons struts over to the wrestler and tugs on the collar of his robe, both men breathe heavily. Irons pets Styles's furry chest, looks up to him with innocent eyes and then they kiss. Styles wraps his arms around his gardener, holding their bodies together as they passionately makeout. They both take quick gaps for air and then kiss more, Irons petting Styles's face. And then Styles takes a step back and lets his robe drop to the ground revealing the naked body Irons had a peek at. Irons is shocked at the body he sees. He never thought Styles was so in shape. Styles notices the gardeners dick get a little harder and strokes it then strokes his own. Styles bends down to his knees and opens up, taking in the cock. He slurps it down and out and stares at it admiring the thickness. He cups his lips and goes down the shaft, the further down he goes the more air Styles exhales. Irons presses his hands on Styles's legs as he bobs his head to and fro. Styles glances down, amazed at how eager Irons eats his cock. He thought he would have had to do more coaxing to get Irons to this stage, so it was a pleasant surprise. He thrusts his dick in and out of the mouth, as Irons cups his balls. "Ahhh," Styles's grunts, "That's it baby. You like my cock?" Irons nods with the head still in his mouth, then spits it out and caresses up and down the shaft. "You want it in you?" Irons stands up, and with confidence orders his boss to "Fuck me." Irons bends over a bit as he presses down on the tree trunk. Styles taps his dick on Irons's ass with anticipation. "You ready for it?" Irons nods eagerly. And then it goes in. "Ahhhh! Oooooooh..." Irons moans instantly comfortable after a flash of pain. "Take that cock boy," Styles grunts as he drills his dick into him again and again. "Ahhh, ahh, ahhh," Irons breathes heavily as Styles squeezes his ass. "There you go big daddy," Irons sighs. Styles likes the nickname, turns him on. He'll show Irons who's daddy, all right. He pulls Irons up so he's standing straight and has him turn his head back so they can makeout. Styles keeps humping the pornstar making him sigh in the middle of their kiss. "How do you like my cock?" Styles asks. "Ahhh, it's so big," Irons moans as he takes it all in again. "Yeah, you want to ride my cock?" "Uh huh." Styles sits in the grass and Irons climbs on his lap facing him. His eyes scrunch as he feels Styles squeeze his dick back up in his hole. "Ahh!" He moans as the sharp pain stings through his body. Irons wraps his arms around the wrestler and gently rocks his butt back and forth, slowly letting the dick further up in him before sliding down. Styles cups Irons's ass as the pornstar keeps rocking around, making Styles's dick twist in him. "Oh yeah," Styles grunts loving how Irons's hard dick rubs against his body, "That's it boy, take me cock." Irons kisses Styles's cheek, letting his scruff rub against his face. He leans back begins to bounce up and down on the dick. "Ah yeah, fuck that big daddy." Irons lifts himself high so just Styles's tip is in him before slamming back down so Styles's balls rub against his cheeks. He goes hard again and again loving how Styles dick slides along inside him. He pinches Styles's pecs and rubs his slightly furry chest before bending down and sucking the nipples. Styles sighs loudly and squeezes Irons's ass with delight. Irons feels the older man twitch and soon he can't take it and lays down on his back. Irons bops up and down on the dick faster, pressing down on Styles's chest to keep him steady. Styles closes his eyes, the fucking so intense. "Ride my cock, yeah," he grunts. The two hold hands as Irons pushes down and lifts up higher with each penetration. Styles grunts continuously, in sync with Irons's continuous moan. He pinches the porn stars pecs, admiring his body in detail as it goes up and down on him. And then Irons bounces off but instead of grabbing the cock and putting it back in his ass, Irons bends over and sucks the tip of the head. "Oh my god," Styles moans in awe. And then Irons licks down his balls, sucking them in and tickling his pubes with his tongue. Then he holds Styles's legs up to his shoulders, lifting his rear up, allowing Irons's tongue to trickle down his ass crack to Styles's hole. Irons flicks his tongue at the hole before holding it out and whipping it back and forth. Styles exhales a big breath, as Irons rims him some more. "You ready for me big daddy?" Styles nods, "Give me that dick." Irons spits down and rubs the saliva in then slides his head in Styles. The wrestler yells, it hurts. Irons pulls out and eases back in, "It's okay, daddy." Styles grimaces again, but holds in his yelps as Irons's cock goes in him. He opens his eyes and sees Irons leaning over him as he gently rocks his cock in deeper and back out of him. "There you go," Irons whispers as he bends down to kiss Styles. Styles grabs his cock and strokes it as Irons keeps pumping his cock in him, the new sensation is like seeing a new color. Styles even begins to rock his body with Irons's motion, wanting the cock more and more. Irons sits up on his knees and just thrusts in, his cock goes all the way in. Styles grunts louder, a mixture of a yell and a roar. Irons holds Styles's ankles, keeping his legs apart as he keeps his sight on his dick maintaining its steady rhythm. Styles taps his dick on Irons's stomach as the porn star thrusts again and again. "How you like my cock?" Irons asks. "It feels great," Styles moans. "You like my ass, boy?" Irons kisses Styles's leg up to his knee, "It's tight." As enjoyable as this bottoming experience is Styles can't help but want to fuck his gardener again. He motions for Irons to stop. "You going to cum?" Irons asks. Styles pulls him flat down on top of him, kisses him and then whispers, "Not before you." The two men stand up, covered in sweat and bits of grass clippings on their backs. They climb into the hammock, laying side by side on their backs. Styles holds up Irons's leg and slides his cock in him again. "Ahhhh, fuck," Irons moans, "Just like that, just like that." Styles kisses the pornstar, his tongue stuffed in Irons's mouth trying to devour him. He pumps his cock in and out of him at a nice pace, both men moaning as they makeout. The hammock gently rocks with the fucking, making both men feel as if they were floating in air. Styles reaches down feeling down Irons's ripped abs to his cock. As he strokes Irons's cock, he can sense the pornstar could cum at any moment, but looking at Irons's face, seeing his eyes scrunch up and then open and his lips twist with each penetration he also senses that Irons's doesn't want the fucking to end. And Irons's doesn't want this to end, mostly because he's not sure what will happen afterwards. He needs his job -- but fuck Styles's dick knows how to navigate inside him. "Ah, fuck yeah," Irons moans in a high-pitch. "Yeah, you like that baby?" Styles whispers. "Oh god, ahhh, ah fuck," Irons yells. Irons whole body shivers, "Oh my god, ahhh," he returns to his softer moans, "Don't stop, don't stop." Styles keeps pumping his cock in, faster and faster but then he pulls his dick out and moans, "Ohhhhhhhh," as he cums on Irons's abs. "Fuckkkkk..." Irons turns his head to Styles and kisses him as Styles stuffs his cum-covered cock back in Irons. It feels warm to Irons as Styles immediately gets back into the rhythm. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna fucking cum," Irons closes his eyes and rests his head back. Styles squeezes Irons's chest and then as dick disappears inside Irons the pornstar's load shoots out onto his stomach. "Ahhh, fuck yeah, ahhhh..." Irons moans. Styles rubs the cum in on Irons's stomach as he kisses him again. And then they he slides his dick back out and rests it on Irons's thigh. The two cuddle in the hammock, still rocking from their fuck, and fall asleep.

If I were to choose only one AJ, I'd go with Irons whose versatility and physique is to die for.